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Kamala's New Family

grew up in south India in the early seventies.
My father was a mild mannered man who worked in a mill. He had one
addiction, he drank heavily and many a night he would pass out
and had to be helped to bed. He was good to my mother and I
could see that she respected and loved him. But I sensed there
was also sadness in her and at that time I could not understand

I helped mother out at every opportunity. I had a crush on
her and this way it kept me close to her. mother always looked up
to me for help. I was constantly chatting her up, I could see
that she appreciated this as it helped to break the boredom of
her day. Dad would go to work in the morning and the next time
we saw him was late at night when he would come home tired after
which he would proceed to drink heavily.

It seemed to me that the spark had gone out of their marriage.
Most of the time he seemed either preoccupied in making ends
meet or drinking, this I believe led to his neglecting mother.
Don't get me wrong, dad still loved mother. They still laughed,
joked and kidded each other but the romance that characterized
the earlier part of the marriage was rare.

I worked part time driving a taxi in order to make extra money to
supplement our family income; this left me very little time to
socialize. There were good days and bad days.

After the rest of the family had gone to bed had gone to bed,
mother and I would sit by the kitchen table and talk. I knew mother
appreciated this gesture. As years went by we grew very close.
She would constantly hug me and remind me that I was the beacon
of light in her life. I was very mature for my age,
knowledgeable beyond my years.

When I was sixteen I began to notice Amma in a different light.
I was growing aware sexually and with that bought the
realization that mother was very sexy. She had long dark hair,
hair that reached to her hips. And even having birthed three
children she had a killer figure- 36-24-36. Her eyes were very
dark and twinkled in good humor. How close were we? Well we
talked about every thing even personal secrets. I talked of the
movie stars I liked and disliked and she talked of her past
before she married father. She talked wistfully of those carefree
days of her youth of things that could have been. She never
regretted her marriage as it produced some of the important
things in her life- her husband and her children.

With my awareness of mother as a desirable woman, I began to seek
out her hugs and kisses. I began to pay her compliments on her
looks at which she would blush. I began to bring sweets and
flowers for her every day when I come home from working at the
grocery store.

I began a routine where every Sunday evening I would take her to
the movies and hotel. At the movies I would
innocently lean against her or hold her hands. Pretty soon I
started putting my arm around her shoulders at which she would
lean back and rest her head against my shoulders. I knew that
she looked forward to our weekends together because she would
try to pick a movie well in advance.

After the movies we would go and sit in a park near the theater.
From here one could look at the whole town. We would
talk laugh and josh one another.

"Sundar", she said one day, "I think we should start looking for
a girl for you. You are going to be 17 soon".

"Amma" I said blindly without thinking much of the consequences.
"I do not want to get married. I want to be with you always".

She pulled her head back in surprise looked at me and then
looked away silent.

"Amma, did I say something to alarm you".

"I think we should leave," she said after a long interval of
silence. Mentally I cursed my self for saying what I had said,
but knew that now the cat was out of the bag there was no
turning back. I decided to go for broke.

"Amma," I said, "I am sorry if I offended you, but you know I
have a good head on my shoulders and wise beyond my years. But
don't hate me for saying that I am in love with you and I will
do anything to make you happy".

The silence continued for some time and then she looked at me
sadly. "Sundar, it's not your fault but mine. I should not have
let it continue but I guess I was lonely"

"Amma," I said "I wish it hadn't happened, but since it has I am
glad to be in love with you".

"My darling boy, you are my son," she retorted, "these
things don't happen between a mother and son and besides I am a
married woman".

"Amma," I replied in desperation, "what is done is done. I can't
take my love back, but will you give at least some serious
consideration to what I just said". She was silent for a long
time. She was crying. My heart went out to her. I pulled her
to my chest and held her.

"Sundar" she whispered. "I think we should be heading home"

Things cooled down very much after that. Even though I pleaded
with her, she would not let me take her out on Sundays, telling
me instead that I should go with someone of my very own age. I
could see that it was killing her as much as it was killing me.
As days passed she seemed sad and withdrawn. This went on for a
month. Father noticed the change and asked her why she didn't go
out to the movies with me any more. Amma shook her head and
asked father why he didn't take her out.

"You know Kamala I work every day of the week and Sunday is
my only day off. On that day I prefer to stay and relax at
home," he replied. He was drunk as usual. After which a big
verbal fight ensued which ended with Amma exiting to the bedroom
and slamming the door shut.

That tuesday when my father, my brother and sister were out of the
house I asked her out again. To my surprise she quietly nodded
her head in assent. I went and hugged and she put her head on
my shoulders. I hugged her tightly indicating to her that with
her assent the tone of our relationship had changed. I silently
but very gently caressed her back running my hands over her
shoulders and over her behind. She continued to rest her head
over my shoulders. I pulled back and looking deep into her eyes
said in a quiet voice. "Amma I love you and I can't change
that". I bent down kissed her cheeks, her neck, and then boldly
placed my mouth against her lips. She did not draw back from my
embrace. I was elated that at last it seemed she was responding

My flowers were now accepted with a warm kiss on the cheek.
When we were alone the hugs were back but my hands now openly
and gently caressed her. In the days that followed before the
Sunday date, I saw Amma suddenly change back to her old self. My
sister also remarked at her change to which she replied that she
was going to see a movie with me. My sister smiled at me saying
that she had thought that I had finally cut the apron strings.
I mumbled saying something about Amma needing a break.

That Sunday evening Amma looked stunning in a tight dress. Her
breasts and butt cheeks molded beautifully into her dress. I
was overcome looking at her beauty. She looked very young. I
was, I noticed, the recipient of many an envious stares. The
movie was a sentimental romance. As usual I put my arm around
my Amma while she leaned her head against my shoulders. After
the movie as usual we went to the park. It was a cool

Amma looked into my eyes and said, "Sundar, thank you for your
patience and thank you for the wonderful evening".

I looked at Amma and said, "Amma you look sexy tonight".

Amma blushed and laughed at the same time, "Oh Sundar if you
weren't my son I would think you are trying to seduce your own

I looked at her and said, "Amma, I am".

Amma pulled her head back and replied, "Sundar for heavens sake I
am your mother and besides I am married to your father".

"Amma do you really care for him? I see he has been neglecting you
and that you are deeply unhappy. Give me a chance, I can make
you happy!"

She replied quietly after a long pause, "Sundar may be we should
head home before one of us does something that we may deeply
regret the rest of our lives".

I groaned. "Amma I am sorry but you are so beautiful you make me
say and do things I have no control over. Many a times I have
wished you were not my Amma maybe it would have been easier
romancing you".

I could see that Amma was pleased at the compliment I had paid
her. I'm sure father did not do that.

Amma caressed my cheek, "You poor baby, and by the way I am glad
you are my son. Do you really think I am beautiful?"

I smiled and replied by drawing her to my chest, "Yes Amma you
are beautiful and sexy." Suddenly I bent down and kissed her.

Amma did not draw back but remained passive and stiff in my arms.
I continued to kiss her with more and more passion. Suddenly
she responded back with equal pressure against my lips. At last
I could see a crack in her armor. I pressed my advantage and we
continued necking. I was all over her face I kissed her cheeks
her eyes her nose and back to her lips. I gently probed her
mouth with my tongue and she opened her lips. We necked for a
while. Suddenly my mother said, "Sundar Its getting late I think
we should head home".

As we drove home Amma leaned her head back on my shoulder. I
could see a faint smile in the corner of her mouth. Halfway
back home I pulled into a side street, to my Amma's surprise. I
pulled the car to a stop, pulled her towards me, and started to
kiss her.

I gently put my hand on her breast she stiffened pulled away
from my lips and whispered, "Sundar, I don't think we should do
this". But I cut off any further protest by forcing her lips
back into mine. I continued caressing her breasts. They were
firm and felt wonderful in my in my hands. I knew Amma was
getting excited because she began to moan as kiss back with
greater intensity.


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