Uncle Mani was sitting on the plastic chair in the verandah, eating rice.
A little distance away, Mother Lalitha was squatting on the floor cleaning something. Seeing Balu, she asked,
"College finished, son? How were the exams?"
"It's over… Aunt Manjula called me to the village."
Uncle Mani said, "Wait a minute… you sit and eat too."
"No, uncle… Aunt is waiting. I'll take her with me."
"Fine."
Without paying attention to either of them, Balu walked closer, poured himself a glass of water, and drank. His eyes stole a glance at Mother Lalitha's nightie.
If anyone from the street walked in right now, she would instantly grab a towel and cover herself. But at this moment she had no towel. The nightie zip had slid halfway down. The fabric was completely soaked beneath her breasts and around her hips.
Finishing the water, he turned toward the door, then looked at Mother again.
"What's the curry, Mother?"
"Brinjal… there are eggs too. Come, I'll serve you some stir-fry."
"Okay, Mother," he replied and went outside, climbing the stairs to the terrace.
Why has Mother's nightie zip come down so low? There's a grown man in the house and she's standing like this without a care? Did uncle do something?
No… nothing like that could have happened… why am I getting such filthy thoughts? I must never think badly of Mother… yet the area under her breasts and around her hips was completely wet, wasn't it? Maybe she wiped a spill with the nightie. Was the breast area wet too? Did someone touch her there? Did uncle…?
Cursing himself — "Oh God, what is this new madness?" — he reached the terrace and told Manjula,
"Coming down… bring the bucket and powder, everything."
Manjula said, "Take them." Balu gathered everything and followed her down the stairs.
She had tucked a small towel at her waist. Three-quarters of her hips and belly were exposed. Her huge backside swayed with every step. Balu followed right behind.
He placed the bucket beside the Sintex tank in the backyard and went inside the house.
The hall was empty. "Where did Mother go?" Before he could even finish the thought, Lalitha and Mani emerged from the kitchen.
Uncle Mani: "Super, sister-in-law!"
Mother: "Manjula cooked it."
"Whatever she cooked is one thing… the way you served it was something else. Otherwise it would've been ordinary. Hey, all the village work done?"
Balu: "Everything is finished, uncle."
Uncle Mani: "Here too."
What does he mean, here too?
"I said here too… didn't eat, right?"
Mother handed Uncle Mani a towel; his fingers brushed her hand as he took it and walked out. Aunt Manjula appeared.
"So, boy, finished eating?"
"Yes, aunt… Mother served really well," he said, lowering his head and blushing.
"Then when the kids come, buy some chilli chicken. Balu loves it."
When Aunt Manjula said his name, Balu peeked through the hall window. Uncle Mani — who knew when he had come down from upstairs — was standing outside talking to his wife's younger sister's husband.
Showing her breasts, belly, and hips like that without the slightest shame — Aunt Manjula…
"Okay… leaving now. Getting late."
After Uncle Mani left, Aunt Manjula came inside a little later.
"Did you take good care of the boy? Did you give him omelette?"
"Of course… he adjusted everything to his taste and ate."
If Uncle Mani had been here, anything these two said would have sounded wrong. Thinking this, Balu went to the bathroom to wash his feet.
While returning after wiping them with a towel, he heard whispering from the kitchen. Seeing him approach, Aunt Manjula said, "Balu! Come sit and eat…"
Aunt Manjula served the food. Balu ate, picked up his phone, and went to his room.
Mother: "Why, son, going to sleep already?"
Balu: "Yes, Mother… headache."
He slept solidly for two hours, woke up feeling fresh, and came to the hall. On the sofa, Aunt Manjula had placed a love pillow, lifted her right leg onto it, and fallen asleep. The TV blared at full volume.
Turning his gaze away from her, he went to the kitchen for water and looked for Mother.
He checked Grandfather Arumugam's room — she wasn't there. Not in the attached bathroom of his own room either. He returned to the hall.
Aunt Manjula had now lifted her left leg in sleep. The fan blew hard; her jacket was soaked with sweat. Her shorts had ridden up, revealing four or five strands of pubic hair. Balu stared. Aunt Manjula stopped moving her leg and turned sideways. Balu searched upstairs and outside again for Mother.
Where did Mother disappear to? Did she go next door to Apsana aunt's house for something?
Coming back inside, he saw Aunt Manjula had spread her right leg almost to the floor beneath the pillow. Balu couldn't hold back any longer. He walked to the foot of the sofa where she slept, pulled his shrunken cock out of his shorts, and began stroking it furiously.
Her belly was fully visible below the pillow, armpit drenched, left breast spilling out — staring at all of it, Balu jerked harder.
How does Aunt Manjula still look this hot at her age… that armpit, that breast, that soft belly… lost in lust, Balu pounded his cock. It was only half-hard. After three solid minutes, pleasure surged from his lower belly; thick ropes of cum shot out and landed right between Aunt Manjula's spread thighs.
For a second Balu panicked. He looked — four or five big drops had fallen on Aunt's saree. The fan will dry it… thinking quickly, he used his foot to drag the towel on the floor and wipe away the cum that had dripped lower.
Guilt crashed over him — he had done something so filthy to Aunt Manjula, the same woman who had always showered him with love.
He rushed to the bathroom, washed his cock, and was reaching for the towel when he heard a bike at the gate. Peeking out, he saw Uncle Mani getting off — and his mother Lalitha getting down behind him.
Why did Mother go on Uncle Mani's bike? Where did the two of them go?
Mother dismounted, wiping her face with a towel, smiling and saying something.
Uncle Mani tickled her playfully and left. Mother walked inside. Balu quickly hid near the bedroom door.
Mother: "Look at this, the TV is blasting and she's sleeping like this… what if someone walks in and sees her spread out like that?" Saying this, she came over and gave Aunt Manjula's big backside a sharp slap.
Aunt Manjula jolted awake and sat up.
Mother: "Do you sleep in the hall exposing everything?"
Aunt Manjula: "Who came now?"
"No one… but is this how you sleep? There's a grown boy in the house…"
"Alright, sister… did you bring it?"
"Mmm… bought four or five packets and kept them at home. What to do if it's urgent?"
"Santhosh will buy from the medical shop for Grandfather… useless fellow… which medical shop did you go to?"
"I didn't buy them. The boy said he'd get them. One guy there just gave them from his drawer."
What are these two talking about? Medical shop… the boy gave them? Condoms? Why does unmarried Santhosh need a stock? Balu stood inside, utterly confused.
Mother: "Where's Balu? Still sleeping?"
"No idea, sister… he woke up only after you came back."
Balu dashed to the bed, lay down, and stuck earphones in. Mother walked in and saw him.
"Up already? Good sleep?"
"Yes, Mother…"
"Fine, go take a bath… I'm going to bathe too."
"Okay, Mother," he said and stepped out.
Why is Mother bathing in the afternoon? With Uncle Mani… no, no, maybe just the heat… I mustn't think dirty thoughts about everything.
Balu bathed. Aunt Manjula got up, went to the kitchen, and started washing her vessels.
Balu came out not knowing what to do. There was a boy his age next door… maybe chat or play something… but they weren't that close.
Suddenly remembering how he had just jerked off over sleeping Aunt Manjula sent a fresh tingle to his groin.
"Balu… Balu…" Aunt Manjula called from the kitchen.
He went in. "Yes, Aunt?"
"Take this coffee to Grandfather."
She had tucked a fresh towel at her waist; the backs of both thighs were fully exposed.
He delivered the coffee to Grandfather Arumugam and returned to the kitchen.
"Did you give it, son?"
"Yes."
"What's he doing?"
"Reading a book, Aunt…"
She was scrubbing each vessel, her breasts jiggling with every motion.
Seeing her belly from the side and the way her breasts thrust forward, Balu felt an urge to grab and squeeze them.
Aunt Manjula finished washing, wiped everything with a towel, and walked into Grandfather Arumugam's room. From the kitchen Balu saw Mother go in too.
Aunt Manjula arranged the clean vessels while chatting about household matters. Balu was puzzled — why had Mother gone into Grandfather's room?
Ten minutes passed and Mother still hadn't come out. Balu's cock was rock hard. Suddenly he told Aunt Manjula, "One minute," and walked toward the room. As he neared the door, Mother pushed the curtain aside and stepped out…
"What, Mother… standing here?"
"I came after my bath… Grandfather called, I gave him coffee and came," she said, holding the empty tumbler.
Her entire face was dotted with fresh sweat… something glistened at the corner of her mouth…
"Mother, what's that… near your mouth?"
"Where?"
"Lower lip…" Balu reached to wipe it, but Mother quickly wiped it herself.
"Grandfather spilled some coffee while drinking, son… must be that." She walked to the kitchen. Balu stood frozen.
Did Mother do something wrong? Or is the situation just making me see things? Balu knew how decent Mother was — everyone praised her modesty. I shouldn't suspect everything, he told himself.
Why did Mother go to Uncle Mani's medical shop? If she needed pads she would have kept them here. Looking toward the bike, he noticed a strawberry-printed packet wrapped in newspaper.
Ohhh… that's it. Mother got her period, that's why she went to buy pads and took a bath… I was imagining all sorts of filthy things and mentally slapped myself.
Mother returned to the kitchen and placed the coffee tumbler down.
Aunt Manjula: "Done, sister?"
Mother: "Mmm."
"Why feel like a stranger the moment you arrive? First time in a whole year…"
"What to do… thought I'd stay four or five days…"
"No one said don't… stay."
"What's the point…"
"That's true too… anything with the boy?"
Mother smiled mischievously: "Only him."
When Balu came down to the hall, Mother and Aunt were whispering and stopped the moment they saw him.
I had just decided not to suspect Mother… and within minutes these two start whispering again, waking the devil of doubt inside me. I don't know how long I stood lost in thought upstairs… Mother called from below.
"Coming, Mother!" he shouted and hurried down.
Mother: "What were you doing alone up there?"
"Just watching some videos, Mother."
"Okay… okay… you know Apsana's house next door? She wanted something. If she calls, go with Aunt and see what it is."
"What would I do going there, Mother…?"