Amma's coconuts

[sarit11]

My mother sat up. She looked at me. I did not move a muscle. I was lying wide awake with one arm placed on my forehead. She could not see my eyes. But I was afraid that she might hear my rapid heartbeats. When she felt sure that I was asleep, she got up. She stood in the center of the room and adjusted her sari. Vasu called her again. She looked at the door undecidedly for a while. Then taking a firm step forward, she opened the door.
From where I lay I could not see Vasu. But I could see the nervous way in which my mother looked at him and then looked down at the floor.

“Hari is asleep?” I heard him ask her, almost in a whisper. It was difficult say whether he had asked a question or made a statement.
“Um”, she said.
There was a brief silence.
Then the old man said, “I am unable to sleep. It is awfully hot in my room. I’ll sit here for a while here.” So saying, he gently brushed past her.
When Vasu saw me, he frowned, as if he had not expected me to be here. He stood beside my mother’s cot, looking at me a little nervously, and then shifted his gaze out of the window, at the moonlit coconut grove. My mother just stood at the door. I noticed that she was breathing very heavily, as if she had been running. Her face was a sudden whirlwind of emotions. Then, all at once, she stepped forward and fell upon the old man’s feet.

“I am a poor woman, sar,” she said as she burst into tears. “Please…”
Vasu was not ready for this. He was almost panic stricken for a moment. He glanced at me in alarm.
“What are you doing!” he exclaimed. He stepped back, away from her. “Get up…get up. Don’t make so much noise here…your son will wake up…”
“Please…” My mother kept on trying to hold his feet and she would not stop crying.
“I said don’t make noise,” said the old man, irritated, very much like a teacher in a noisy class. He glanced in my direction again and again.
“Sar, I beg you…please…”

Vasu now bent down and desperately caught hold of her shoulders. He tried to bring her to her feet. She stood up slowly, her cheeks wet with tears, her face contorted, as if she was in pain. She kept on crying, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand. He stood holding her, looking at her, perhaps suddenly finding it hard to believe that he was so close to her, that she was in his arms. He kept on gazing at her, his mouth slightly open, as if mesmerized by the sensuality of her face. He looked at her quivering lips, her full cheeks, and her soft chin. He slowly looked down at her bosom where her sari had slid away slightly, showing the tops of her large tits. My mother very large tits. They were so large that she was literally embarrassed of them. She was in the habit of wearing her sari wrapped around her shoulders to hide their enormous size. They were so large that they would be the first things anybody – especially men – would notice about her. In between her crying, she suddenly became aware of where Vasu was looking. She quickly stepped back and adjusted her sari.

The old man now looked at her arse. She was standing a little sideways to him, and when my mother stood sideways her large arse stood out very prominently. It was broad and well-rounded. It was pure heaven to watch her big arse jiggle as she moved around the house. Vasu’s mouth watered. He gulped and looked at this sex goddess whom he longed to take into his arms and… She wiped her face with her sari and looked at him through a corner of her eye. He gulped. She was a beautiful woman, fair-skinned, healthy and with a very sexy face. Sometimes just watching her lips move used to give me a hard-on.