The next morning it was a repeat of the previous day’s proceedings. At the dining table as Shobha was feeding him, she felt him opening his mouth wider when her fingers came up with the food. To cool his passion Shobha intentionally thrust her fingers inside his mouth two or three times. And when Rahul fed her she bit his finger lightly.
When Rahul washed his hands and looked up at his mother, he saw the loose end of her sari was tucked in her waist and his mother had put her hands on her waist daring him to pull out the end of the sari and wipe his hands. Seeing this Rahul acted as if he was baffled and when he had passed his mother and his mother felt sure that he had lost, he suddenly turned and putting his hands from behind he pulled the loose end of her sari and wiped his hands.
The sudden action of her son made her loose control and she fell backwards in his arms. Getting up she said ‘you devil,’ and pushed his son out when she regained her composure.
‘Your own devil’ saying this Rahul went out.
Shobha smiled on hearing him say so and feeling good she went to complete her house hold duties.
That evening Rahul came home late as he had his practical examinations too and as he was very tired he went up to have a wash. Coming down later he saw his mother tucked up in an old cotton sari that had covered her bosom and shoulders completely. He did not get the meaning of it and as he finished his supper he went to his room all the time thinking he still had three papers to compete.
It was after some time that he heard his mother come in. He was puzzled to see her holding a glass of milk in her hand and the way she had tucked her sari so tightly.
Sitting by his side on the sofa Shobha lifted the glass of milk to his mouth and Rahul gulped it down. It was when his mother lifted the loose end of her sari to wipe his mouth that he saw for the first time that she was wearing a sleeveless blouse and this aroused him instantly and he gaped at her.
Looking at him gaping, Shobha asked ‘happy?’ ‘I am delighted’ replied Rahul trying to hug his mother.
‘Wait.’ Said his mother to put down the glass and moving closer and stating ‘you are still a small child’ she again wiped his mouth with her sari.
As his mother came closer Rahul laid his hands over her shoulders and as she was wiping his mouth he moved his head on her forehead.
Shobha continued wiping his mouth and when she was satisfied, she gently placed her lips on his cheeks in such a way that her lips even touched the corner of his lips.
Rahul feeling her lips bracing his, he turned his face slightly till his lips came in full contact with his mothers.
As soon as Shobha felt his lips on hers she hugged her son tightly in her arms and hid her face on his chest in shame.
Rahul realized the dilemma in which his mother was and as he gave her some time to recompose he put his arms over her back and held her tightly in his arms. This was the first time he had held her in this fashion and this gave him a sense of being the man he wanted to be, that is, a fully grown up.
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