It was his mother he was worried about. He had always leaned on her, even when he was a kid. He loved her as a son, but he was also secretly attracted to her. That was a fantasy he kept locked deep in the recess of his mind.
“Oh, there you are,” Sheela said as she walked into the living room.
She looked nice and fetching in her home casuals, a white silk nightie with an eye pleasing floral print. It was a sexy nightie, around knee long with thin shoulder straps and a deep scoop neckline that did give a nice glimpse of her ample cleavages. It looked really enticing on her especially with her waist long hairs set loose.
“Gee, mom, you look great, I could fall in love with you,” he teased her.
“I remember you saying that whenever I wear this kind of dress.” she smiled, “But I am not falling for it.” she laughed.
She sat down on the couch before him and crossed her legs. She was still unusually quiet that evening. Nikhil instinctively knew that his mother wanted to share something with him, but she seemed hesitant to give it a start.
“What’s going on between you and dad?” Nikhil finally asked not able to hide his curiosity.
“Nothing,” she sighed in dismay, “Nothing at all. No hugs, no kisses. We hardly talk anymore. Do you think there is something wrong with me?” She asked her son.
“Why do you say that?,” Nikhil asked as he felt certain sadness in his mother’s voice. He stood up from his chair, walked over and sat beside her on the couch.
“I know your father is seeing someone else, I have read love sms he has sent to her from his cellphone. I don’t know who she is, it was just a number, no name.” she suspired,
“Nikhil, people are talking and I feel such a fool,” she added.
“I know, even I have heard.” he said, “Mom, why are you being so modest about it. Why dont you clear things with him?” Nikhil replied.
“Yes, I did that today. I stood up to him and asked. And you know what, he admitted it just like that. Its no use. He has gone beyond me. I guess its over between us.” She tried to smile but Nikhil noticed the glistening of tears on her lower eyelids. He embraced his mother, holding her tightly.
“Mom, I’m here for you, always,” he said, kissing her cheek and smelt the freshness of her odor. “I love you.” he whispered.
Sheela was taken aback by her son’s protectiveness. She turned to face him and looked into his eyes. She had notice them staring at her unusually since evening. She felt her lips very close to his. It had been long since she had felt man’s lips against hers.
She was looking down at them, when suddenly, his lips were softly upon hers. Taken by surprise, Sheela sat immobile in his arms.
Nikhil released her immediately and stammered, “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to, please forgive me.”
She felt him trembling in despair and horror. Sheela didn’t move. she stayed close to him. Somehow in his arms she felt the same affection she had always desired from her husband. Her hand reached up at him and touched his face.
“It’s all right,” Sheela said in her soft sensuous tone.