Amma's coconuts

[sarit11]

The old man sighed and he suddenly sat down on my mother’s cot. He looked in my direction, vaguely lost in thought. Then he said, “Sunandini, I am not going to hurt you. I promise.” She just kept standing there with her eyes fixed on the floor, her cheeks still moist from her crying. “I just wanted to talk to you,” he told her, his eyes shifting between her huge tits and her big, sexy arse. He sighed again. It was a hot night. He had started to sweat. He kept quite for a while. And then, as if he had been gathering his courage all that time, he said, “If you come and sit her…close to me…for a while, I will go away. Just for while.” His voice was shaking.
She stiffened visibly when she heard this, and she began to breathe rapidly, as if she was going to burst into a fresh torrent of tears. She gazed at him and caught the imploring expression on his face.

“Sunandini,” he whispered. “Please…”
She turned her face away from him, her mind in turmoil. She was well aware that Vasu had been good to her ever since she had come to live in this house. He had helped her so many times. And in return if she… No, no…she could not bring her to even think about it. Her fingers kept tugging at a corner of her sari unconsciously.
She looked at me. I was barely breathing.
“Sar,” she said slowly, “this is not proper…”
“Who will come to know of this? Not a single soul.”
“But…”

She bit her lips, her eyes shut tightly, teardrops still forming at the corners. What was she thinking? Maybe she was thinking about what Parvathiamma had said to her in the kitchen: “Just let him hold you once in a while”. And, how that old woman had threatened to throw her and her son out of the house if she did not do what she wanted her to do. Her son. He was a bright lad. It was important that he should continue with his studies.
She looked at the old man. He patted upon the cot. He said, “Come, sit here. Just for a while. And then I will go away.”

“Sar, Hari will wake up,” said my mother.
“We will not make any noise.”
She took in a deep breath. In her mind she realized that perhaps this was the only solution to the whole matter. Maybe, if she just sat down with this old man for a few moments he would go away. She once again looked at me.
Then she started to step towards him. But Vasu said to her, “Close that door first.”

The interruption seemed to make her undecided again. But she slowly headed for the door. I watched the old man look lustily at her behind. She bolted the door and slowly came and sat down upon the cot. She sat close to the old man, close but not touching. He seemed to relax a bit. He looked at her.

His sex goddess. In flesh and blood, and so close to him. My god! He was drawing his knees together, as if already he was having an erection.
Vasu said, “Sunandini, I know that you are always worried about your son’s education.”
He moved closer to her, so that their shoulders and thighs touched. She stiffened, but she did no move away. She just sat there, her sari wrapped around her tightly, as if it was a fortress, and her eyes more interested on the pale floor of the room. A short, dull laugh unconsciously escaped the old man’s lips. He was so much filled with excitement.

He brought his mouth close to her face and breathed, “From today, whatever you need for him, just ask me. Okay?”