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12. Sa..Re..Ga..Mom!

Hello friends! I am really overwhelmed with the responses to my earlier stories in ***. I feel elated reading the regular mails from some readers full of comments, constructive criticism and some exciting suggestions as well. I am thankful to *** as also to those readers for their courtesy in squeezing some time to post their comments.

I am fond of stories with incestuous contents especially those involving mother and son. Here is one more for you that I hope you will enjoy reading and consider worthy enough to comment.

My father, an officer was holding a very high office in the C.G before being transferred to a sleepy village in A.P where a small port was under construction. My mother, who was working in a bank, opted for voluntary retirement much before my father's transfer. My elder sister was married and happily settled in Mumbai. The other soul in my family was my grand mother, a chronic rheumatic arthritis patient. Our entire family moved out of Delhi to settle in this coastal town almost a year ago. My father was always engrossed in the site work and I soon lost track about his movements. My mother rekindled her passion for classical music by engaging a 60 year old music teacher who visited our house every alternate day to teach her. I managed to keep myself busy in College and with my friends. Life looked like moving without any abnormal twists and turns before one shocking incident, which completely transformed the complexion of our family, at least for me and my mother.

Our town was somewhat notorious for the frequent power cuts leaving us reeling under the extremely humid conditions. I can vividly remember that eventful Saturday. As we did not have any afternoon classes, I had returned home much earlier. I could hear my mother and her music teacher singing upstairs. I was relaxing a bit flipping the TV Channels and my grand mother went to sleep soon after I arrived. I have hardly watched the TV for 10 minutes before the power went off all of a sudden. Surprisingly, the music coming from upstairs stopped instantly with a thudding sound before stopping. I got somewhat suspicious and sped up the stairs to peep into my mother's room. It was the worst shock I have ever had throughout my life.

I realized that it was not my mother and her teacher singing some time ago. They had played a tape to fool my grand mother into presuming that the music class was going on as usual. She can no way climb up the stairs which was an added advantage for the master and my mother, the pupil as they seemed to be enjoying each other under the cover of the music. As I looked inside, my mother lay there spreading her legs wide apart while the music teacher was eating her pussy. I got furious and tapped the door bringing their erotic music to an abrupt end. The music teacher after struggling to get into his clothes fled the house like a rat. My mother looked embarrassed to say the least, after I managed to discover her 'new passion' as also for letting me see her in a semi nude state. I couldn't digest what I have seen and badly needed a smoke. I walked out of the house while the scene I just saw kept rolling back in my mind.

After a relaxing smoke, I decided that I wouldn't disclose anything to my Dad. Although he wasn't the sort of a person who would draw his pistol to shoot my mother, there was a likelihood that our family would disintegrate. I was convinced that my mother wouldn't dare to repeat her adventures after I got to know about it and hence talking to my Dad would only blow this issue out of proportions. When I returned home after an hour, I had made up my mind to let the secret be as it is. But, I wasn't sure if I would not forgive my mother nor our relationship would remain the same after the rude shock she gave me. I have only read such things happening in some erotic stories and was unable to come to terms with the real situation which looked worse than the imaginary situations. Why should my mother do this? I kept asking myself many times.