I was turned on by that revelation and made it my business to befriend Ravi. I liked him and it really doesn’t take much to get a person to open up if you’re sincere with them. I remarked a few times how attractive I thought his mother was and he didn’t disguise his praise either. He needed someone to talk to and after ‘feeling me out’ he realized I wouldn’t be judgmental about whatever he disclosed to me.
It turned out that he and his mother had left India when their involvement was discovered. Sara was married to an uncaring husband and had turned to Ravi early on. I had more than a passing interest in the details. Ravi told me, “My mother craved my affection and was always very physical with me. We shared our feelings and in time I felt comfortable telling her my fantasies. One late night when we were home alone and after a few beers I was telling her that oral sex was the most exciting thing for me and she just said, ‘would you like me to do that for you?’ I wasn’t that surprised and she ended up sucking me that night.”
I said, “Wait a minute…you just tell your mother a fantasy and she blows you?”
He laughed and he said, “Well it was a bit more complicated but really that’s what happened…more or less. That went on for the longest time but we never had other sex. She never even took off her sari. It wasn’t until almost maybe six months later that I finally had sex with her. I remember I came to her bed when my father was not home and told her I had to do it with her. She let me and from then on there wasn’t a minute that went by that we weren’t doing it or thinking about doing it. We were having suck a good time we. Then we got careless. My father’s sister caught us. We actually ran away that day and after a while ended up here.”
I confided in him what was going on between me and my mother and I wondered aloud what I could do. I told him I was becoming consumed with wanting her and jealous of this new guy in her life. He said maybe he’d talk it over with his mother and see what she would suggest. It would never have occurred to me but I was happy about the prospect.
About a week later he invited me over. Sara wasn’t in a sari as she sometimes was but had a plain white cotton dress on. It was thin enough to reveal the outlines of her breasts. I could tell by the darkened area, which I assumed were her nipples that she wasn’t wearing a bra. She gave me a kiss on the cheek and we sat around drinking Cobras and talked. She asked me straight out, “Why do want to make love to your mother?” I used a lot of words but basically it came down to a simple answer, I loved her. Sara said, “Okay I will help you.”
The next thing she asked was whether I was experienced in lovemaking. I hemmed and hawed and Sara said, “Okay…you know nothing…did you tell her how you feel about her?”
I said “No”.
Sara laughed. “Stupid boy…how can she know if you don’t tell her…and even if she knows you must tell her anyway. Anyway it is going to be easy for you because I know your mother.”