Sharmila swept around it and sat down and patted the cushion beside her. Soumya shrugged and flopped down next to her. Sharmila took her hand and gently brushed the shampooed silky hair out of his eyes.
“So tell me about your Dadima and Daddu,” she said, trying to keep her voice casual and light.
“Oh, it was the usual, you know, they’re well and loved me very much.” Soumya replied.
“Ok ok, now come about your school, did your school started sex-ed ?”
“Yeah, sure.” We have that every Wednesday, you know. Why?”
“Well, dear, you know sex-ed is a good thing and I have always approved of it,” Sharmila said, “I hope you are learning good things, like how to protect yourself and all that.”
Soumya blushed. He felt uncomfortable discussing such things with his own mother.
“Yeah. Of course. I know all about that stuff.” He replied, glancing away.
“Good, dear. You know, I know they teach you all about the mechanics of it theoretically and all, I’m sure. But, you know there’s a lot about sex they can’t teach you.”
“Like what?” Soumya was surprised.
He looked up at her and saw something strange in her expression. Her lips were parted slightly and she seemed to be breathing a little more rapidly than usual. Her eyes looked glassy. Soumya wasn’t sure what his mother was driving at. There was a strange and intoxicating scent coming from her.
Sharmila fixed her gaze on his. She looked straight into his eyes, sending messages the boy couldn’t quite make out, that held him as in a trance. “Well, like the feelings and emotions behind it all. They can be pretty powerful and ver-ry pleasurable. I mean, well, at your age I’m sure you’ve touched yourself once or twice.”
Soumya gulped and looked down, his face reddening. Sharmila laughed lightly. “She reached out and lifted his chin. “”Don’t be embarrassed, you’re my son, nowadays mother and son are like friends dear, we all do it.”
“I know,” he said, his voice almost at a whisper.
“So you know how good it feels for you. It does feel good, doesn’t it?”
“Maaaa…Mamoniiiii….”
“Doesn’t it?”
“Yeah, I guess…”
“You guess?”
“I- I mean, yes, it does.”
“But what do they teach you about how to please your partner? How to make a girl feel good?”
“God, Mamoni, they don’t say anything about it!”
“I didn’t think so. Would you like to learn?”
“What do you mean, Mamoni? Who’s gonna tell me about that stuff?”
“Well, I guess I’m going to have to, being a mother I have this duty.” Sharmila said, matter-of-factly, “That is unless you don’t want to,” she added.
“You? I mean… you’re my Mother, how could you!” Jason said, slightly shocked.
“Who better? I mean, although I’m your mother, actually I am a woman, after all,” she said, laughing again.
Suddenly Soumya was very interested!
“Don’t you think I’m pretty? I mean, for my age?” Sharmila said, brushing back her hair and looking into his eyes again.
“Y-yeeee ssss……..! I think you’re beautiful, Mamoni, I always think, you’re the most beautiful woman to me!”
“You’re also a very attractive boy yourself, Somu beta, did you know that?”
“No one ever told me that,” he admitted.
“Well, I think so. Pretty soon you’re going to have all kinds of girls interested in you. You should know how to treat them. Especially in bed. A guy who is good in bed will never disappoint his lover.”
“A-are you going to… teach me… that?” Soumya asked, his high voice trembling. He suddenly had put two and two together. His Mother was going to do more than tell him. Oh, he hoped it was true! She was going to show him!
“Yes, Sonamani, if you want me too,” Sharmila said.