4 hours ago
As I sat in the couch, hearing the sounds from the locked room, I once again realized how hard I had become. It was throbbing, moving without touching. While breathing hard, I hesitantly brought my hand up, and just put a finger on it over the fabric of my shorts, and immediately burst out in a wet jet. Cursing myself, I tried to stop the flow, but no use. I was already soaked through.
I quickly got up and went to my room and changed into a fresh shorts, throwing the wet one into a corner of the room. Then I quickly came back and sat in the living room couch again. The sounds were still coming from the locked room, and to my surprise I was hard again. But this time I didn’t make the mistake of touching myself.
After some long minutes the sounds stopped, and after a few more moments the door opened and Shekhar came out slowly. He walked in the direction of the main door and then paused and slowly looked at me. I looked at him, not saying anything. He looked sheepish, awkward, and then he moved his head in a way that was partly expressing gratitude and partly asking permission to leave. I moved my head, wordlessly saying ‘Okay, go!’
After he closed the main door behind him and left, I went and locked it, and then turned towards the spare bedroom and went in there.
Mom was sitting on the bed, her saree and blouse were down in a heap on the floor, and I saw her bra near the pillows. She had pulled up the sheets covering herself, clutching at the sheets with her hands so tightly that her knuckles were turning red. Her hair was fully open and messy, her sindhoor slightly smudged, and she was softly sobbing.
My first thought when seeing her like that was how beautiful she looked, her face red and covered in tears.
I told her in a voice that I hoped was soft, “Mom, you should get dressed and go back to your room, before dad gets home.”
She looked at me, her face twisting in a wordless anger and disgust.
I said nothing and threw up both my hands, as if saying ‘Okay, okay, fine!’ And I backed out of the room and closed the door, giving her privacy to get dressed.
I stood outside, waiting, and after around 10 more minutes, mom came out dressed, her hair still open. She didn’t even look at me as she passed by and went straight to her bedroom. I turned off the lights and went back to my room, and slept.
I quickly got up and went to my room and changed into a fresh shorts, throwing the wet one into a corner of the room. Then I quickly came back and sat in the living room couch again. The sounds were still coming from the locked room, and to my surprise I was hard again. But this time I didn’t make the mistake of touching myself.
After some long minutes the sounds stopped, and after a few more moments the door opened and Shekhar came out slowly. He walked in the direction of the main door and then paused and slowly looked at me. I looked at him, not saying anything. He looked sheepish, awkward, and then he moved his head in a way that was partly expressing gratitude and partly asking permission to leave. I moved my head, wordlessly saying ‘Okay, go!’
After he closed the main door behind him and left, I went and locked it, and then turned towards the spare bedroom and went in there.
Mom was sitting on the bed, her saree and blouse were down in a heap on the floor, and I saw her bra near the pillows. She had pulled up the sheets covering herself, clutching at the sheets with her hands so tightly that her knuckles were turning red. Her hair was fully open and messy, her sindhoor slightly smudged, and she was softly sobbing.
My first thought when seeing her like that was how beautiful she looked, her face red and covered in tears.
I told her in a voice that I hoped was soft, “Mom, you should get dressed and go back to your room, before dad gets home.”
She looked at me, her face twisting in a wordless anger and disgust.
I said nothing and threw up both my hands, as if saying ‘Okay, okay, fine!’ And I backed out of the room and closed the door, giving her privacy to get dressed.
I stood outside, waiting, and after around 10 more minutes, mom came out dressed, her hair still open. She didn’t even look at me as she passed by and went straight to her bedroom. I turned off the lights and went back to my room, and slept.
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