At last, the door opened and she came strolling out as if nothing had happened at all. Her blouse was re-buttoned. Standing by the couch, she took the saree and wore it. For me it was another sexy sight that he could not stop staring. Finally she was fully dressed, she sat down.
“Well…” she said, looking me in the eye.
“Uh…well…well what?” I asked, confused by her question.
“Was it good?” she asked.
“Good,” I choked out, smiling finally. “It was fantastic, beyond my wildest expectations. But …. Ma… are you ok,?”
“Was it good enough to give up your freedom for?” she asked me, ignoring his second question.
“What? What do you mean? Freedom?” I asked.
“You remember that I told you I could never commit to another man unless I knew that he was committed to me?” she asked me.
“Uh, yeah,” I mumbled.
“That man would have to forsake all other women,” she said sternly, “and love only me.”
“Uh, yes uh, okay…but what does that have to do with us?” I asked her.
“You insinuated earlier that you were that man,” she said, looking me in the eye. “Are you?”
“Huh?” I grunted.
“So that means that you would commit to me? Totally and unequivocally?” she wanted to know.
“Uh, yes, Ma….I … think ” I muttered.
“There’s no thinking involved in this. It’s either yes, or no,” she said sternly.
“Yes,” I hissed softly.
“You would marry me?” she asked me.
My eyes flew open and my jaw dropped, staring at her in confusion.
“Marry you?” I was finally able to choke out.
“Yes, marry me,” she said emphatically.
“But how? You’re my mother,” I groaned, now totally bewildered.
“Don’t worry about the details. I’ll take care of those. Will you marry me?” she asked me again.
“Yeah…yes…yes…I’ll marry you. I don’t know how, but I’ll marry you if that’s what you want,” I said.
“Good Beta” she smiled back at me. “We’ll have the wedding on this Monday…”
“Wedding?”
“Yes, wedding…on Monday”
“You agree to be my husband,” she asked.
“Yes,” I said. “That means, we will be like, you know, really married, and … we can, can we,?” I timidly asked.
“Can we what Beta” Namratha teased me
“Oh Ma, you know, can we be really like, husband and wife…. do you know”
“a first night” she asked huskily “have sex”….
I nodded/
“Of course,” she laughed, pausing, looking at me like a mother – with a stern look – “But after we’re married. I want to be your wife before you can do what you have in mind”
“But, but it’s only Friday Tuesday,” I complained. “That’s 3 days away.”
“Absence makes the heart grow fonder, Son, it is only 3 days,” she giggled. “Patience is a virtue and besides I don’t want to force this on you, if you want to reconsider …..”
“Oh Ma… I don’t want to reconsider” I said with passion.
Namratha came near me and patted his head. “I know”
“oh, okay,” I whined, watching my wife to be’s behind jiggle under her short skirt as she strolled away.
The rest of the week was pure hell for me as it crawled along at a snail’s pace. my mother would allow me absolutely no physical contact, and I was afraid to ask.
My mother saw the raw hunger in me, and she was no better. She was always wet during those days, thinking about them, what all the will be doing…… She also made me promise that I will not masturbate. I had to summon all his will power to comply.
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