Fantasy GENDER ROLE REVERSAL STORIES

[ashishrajan]

I am Satish, 18 year old, doing B.Tech in small private college, 5 ft 7 inch height. My mother is Rekha Raghavan 38 year old, 5 ft 7 inch height, fair complexion. She is pretty attractive and plump, fleshy bulky stomach. She always wears white plain saree with full white blouse and white petticoat. She covers her body well, petticoat tied just below to blouse covering stomach, she wears spectacles her hair is long to hips but she always makes it a bun covered with a white cloth. She never makes any makeup or puts jewellery ever. I have never seen them in my life. More over she lives like a widow having no joy in life, dress like Brahmakumaris. I never knew about my father, in child I raised the question but Mom was silent, now I left the question. Why would I bother , when I get a monthly pocket money of 40000 rs with a nice KTM bike and no one to keep a tab on me and my spending. Thats true I rarely meet with my mother when i attained age 6 started to go to college. In childhood also one Bai remains permanently to take care of me. Bai name is Kamala Visht, she from Gauhati Assam, she belongs to tribal family, she is small dark complexion skinny. Her current age is 42, mom calls her Didi always. She cooks , does house hold chores. She never speaks to me. So i am free of my own. We live in outskirt of Gawhati, Assam. It is a duplex house having 5 bedroom, one for my mom, one for me and one for Kamala. No other guests I hardly recollect. Few times some of mom’s colleague came but for short talk. Neighbors also rarely come as mom rarely stays at home. So aloofness and distance between mom and me made me carefree punk hassle free delinquent.
I do not know what mom does. She leaves before i wake up which is 10 am and when she returns i do not know, i spend my weekend whole night partying, mom goes for work everyday, most of time she stays outside for 1 month or more. Official driver allotted to her with old jeep making noise for bringing to and fro. She spends her time in home studying something. She talks very gently sweetly. Never seen her getting angry. Whether municipality not collecting waste, drain jam, Kamala not cooking properly she always calm and cool. In Sundays when she is on holiday( some Sundays not all), she wakes up, do worship to Gods, she gently wakes me up with a kiss. She cleans house cooks food taking long time. I admit her cooking best than any 5 star hotels, she serves food to me and Kamala. Kamala being maid also treated as family member, she does not do any work on Sundays. She also eats in dining table. After we eat mom have food. In evening mom cares my studies tells me old boring moral stories for 1 hour which I have no interest for. Except food it is boring Sunday, i am not much sport enthusiastic but love bike riding.


From teenage I mixed up local boys gang, drinking alcohol, smoking cigarettes, luckily no one had exposure to drugs. Around 12 boys formed a biker gang chilling out, bunking class, going to wine shops and mostly passing lewd comments to girls, newbies. In our batch there is a androgynous guy Madan, he is our prey. We taunt him. Poke him in class, he was our class topper too so we had jealousy and grudge. His body was feminine, slim fair hairless.

One day our gang roaming on road, a college girl was walking, we passed dirty comments on her figure. A public bus was coming, we left the place. That night I got drunk heavily and returned home. Mom was sitting on front room. I just ignored her, I could not walk single step , vomited on floor , slept on it. Next day noon I woke up. Mom was sitting besides me, my head was on her lap. She cleaned my face with pallu, I saw vomiting substances on her saree.

Mom,” Babu wake up, go freshen up. I will prepare breakfast for you, i will change my clothes.”
With guilty face i freshened myself. Kamala came offering me ironed clothes.