Incest As If I am Your Wife (by = sirajahmed10 ) - {COMPLETE}

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As If I am Your Wife

 
by = sirajahmed10
 
Meena had left no stone unturned while arranging for her son's twenty first birthday. She had gone that extra mile in inviting his friends and today looking at the gathering she was hopeful that she might find that one person she was looking for.

She was looking for that one beautiful damsel who would be Rajsesh's bride. She wanted to have her son married and today her eyes looked down on all the girls present hoping against hope that she would find the one she was after. She mingled with the girls, chatted with them and by the time the party came to an end she had short listed three of them.

As Meena moved around Rajesh's friends eyed her all the time. They were in a dilemma as they could not place her. They argued that she could be Rajesh's aunt if not his sister and finally when she was introduced they found it hard to believe that she was his mother. Meena though in her early forties looked not a day more than thirty six.

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The next day in the college campus the talk was about Meena. Most of Rajesh's friends argued around saying that she could be his step mother. One of them even went to the extent of saying he would not mind marrying her. As the debate heated up Rajesh stepped in and seeing them arguing 'what's cooking,' he asked.

'It's about your party,' said one while the other chipped in saying 'it's about your Mom.'

'What about my Mom,' asked he in good humour?

'She is the most attractive woman we have ever seen and it was hard to believe she was your Mom,' said another.

'She is my Mom why all this fuss,' he said.

'She looks so young we thought she could be your step mother,' said the first one.

'No not my step mother but my own,' replied Rajesh assertively putting an end to their debate.

'You are lucky guy,' said the other patting Rajesh's back.

At that moment those words did not ring in his ears. He had taken it casually as any son would.

After few days Rajesh happened to have a fleeting glance of his Mom as she walked out after having a bath. With her hair tied in a towel and water drops cascading on to her blouse had made it look as if her back was left naked. That did not create any ripples in his mind, not before what he saw the next evening

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Next evening as the students walked out of the class it started drizzling and
before they could find shelter the rain intensified and came down heavily It was here that Rajesh felt his friend poke him and directed his gaze onto their classmate who was totally drenched. Rajesh felt shy on seeing her and pulled back his vision only to be poked again which made him glance at her for the second time.

He could have easily forgotten that scene had his friend not called up in the night and made him recall it. Though what he had seen was a sight to behold it did not impress him so much. Somewhere in the corner of his mind a scene kept flashing which was more stimulating. At first he did not know what it was but once the picture became clear he was shocked. It was that of his mother coming out after having a bath.

He started sweating profusely thinking he had made a mistake. How could it stimulate him so much? What he had seen of his mother was just her back but what he had seen of his friend was much more. What was the difference? Why was his heart beating so fast? At that moment of time he had no answers. He suddenly sat up in his bed and only when his palpitation subsided he felt at ease.

Subsequent night the same scene flashed again. This time his eyes got focused on her hair tied up in the wet towel. From there as his vision saw pearl like water drops cascaded on her neck and shoulder blades, it looked fascinating. His vision became clearer. He could see her shoulders clearly. His stare was stationed on her curvy back. He could see her beautifully sculpted back and before he could shift his gaze his eyes got riveted on the tiny strips of her bra which were barely visible. Did she wear skin coloured ones? Where the tiny straps strong enough; will they not snap at the lightest touch? As these questions flooded his mind he felt that it was wrong to visualize such scenes as she was his Mom. He started sweating again. 

He kept rolling on the bed and with great difficulty pass the night. Morning as he woke up he found his clothes drenched and his eyes had turned reddish. What's happening to me he wondered. Running a bath as he came out he felt speechless when he saw his mother in the kitchen. On any other day he would have started the day cutting jokes or hugging her but today he could not utter any word.

Sensing his presence 'five minutes,' she said as she went on preparing coffee.

Rajesh kept silent and only when his mother turned holding coffee could he look into her eyes. 

'What's wrong?' asked his mother looking at his pale face.

'Could not sleep well,' he replied.

Handing him the cup 'are you running fever,' she asked.

Seeing her cherubic face 'may be,' he lied

Feeling his forehead 'you had me worried,' she said.

Taking hold of her hand and caressing it 'I was teasing you,' he said

Pounding her fists on his chest lightly 'it's for this reason . . . '

Cutting her short, 'don't start it again Mom.'

Shaking her head 'I have kept something on the table have a look,' she said showing some anger.

'What is it?' he asked putting his arms around her.

'Why don't you look for yourself?' she said bringing down her temper.

Rajesh took hold of the packet and as he opened three snaps spilled out of it.

'You can choose only one,' called out his mother teasing him.

Without bothering to look at the snaps 'Mom have I not said that I am not going to marry,' he said.

'And have I not said that I cant take care of you anymore,' she replied.

Coming closer and putting his arms around her 'why do you want to burden me. I am happy as I am and I don't want to get married now,' he said.

'But I need to have some time for myself. I can't keep spoon feeding you forever,' she said.

'Why use the spoon when you can use your hands,' he said.

'Did you see those snaps? Do you like anyone? Just tell me and I will fix it up in a jiffy,' she said placing her hands on his chest.

'No I did not see,' he replied.

'Could you not have seen them for my sake,' she said moving out of his arms.

Seeing that she was angry; 'okay I will look at them, happy.' 

Pleased by his response 'yes, all three are very beautiful Raj.' 

He went back to the table and as he looked at the snaps he understood why his mother had asked for the list of his class mates.

Holding the snaps he came back and said 'Mom do you think anyone of them could be my wife,' he asked.

'Why, what's wrong with them?' she said.

'Do you think anyone is as smart or as good looking as you?' he asked.

'Why, what has that to do with it,' she replied.

'How can you expect me to marry a girl who is neither good looking nor is as smart as you,' he said pinching her cheeks.

'So you don't like them,' she asked.

'No,' he shook his head.

'Not even this,' she asked showing him the snap of the girl who had got drenched the other day. 

'She is the dumbest of the three,' he replied.

'I don't know what sort of a girl you like,' she said dejectedly.

'I want one who is witty, smart and beautiful like you,' he said.

'Wait I will check up in the mirror and see how smart or how beautiful I am,' saying it she moved out of his arms.

'And when you find one then please call me,' he said and as his mother turned his eyes trailed her.

His eyes did not let her go out of his vision and finally when she stood they captured all of her in every way possible. His stare was so intense that he stood ogling at her without batting his eye lids and this did not go unnoticed as Meena was standing in front of a mirror.

In the privacy of his room he thought ogling at his mother was wrong. He tried to shake it out but as it was stored in his memory it was not possible to delete it.

That night the picture of his mother was crystal clear. He could easily make out the tiny straps of her bra and as his gaze shifted he was stunned when he saw her curvaceous back. The shapely moulded back took the wind out of him and following it as he looked down on her voluptuous back he started sweating. This time he did not feel bad to ogle at her. He found it mesmerising to gaze at it. Though they were dbangd in a saree it could not do much to withhold the firmness of her bottom which had a tantalizing view. Was it the reason why his friend had said 'you are a lucky person' he wondered. 

His stare at his Mom changed drastically from that day and many a times Meena too felt the change but she shook it out of her mind. His cutting of jokes increased and he held her in his arms at the slightest pretext. 

This continued for a few days and when it was the last day of his college, Meena while drying clothes was wondering how to handle the rogue during holidays when she heard him scream 'Mom.'

Think of the devil she thought and before she could react he pulled her so fast that both of them fell on the ground with the clothes lines come down upon them.