Mother,Father, and I-1 - Sex Stories

Mother,Father, and I-1

I climbed the steep stairs common to houses in Pudupet, an ancient part of Madras city, and pressed the door bell button. As expected Daya opened the door, but she was dressed ready to go and that was unusual. &#034Why Daya, is your mother unwell?&#034 I asked. Daya was the nurse-aid attending on mother. She was no clock watcher. Her mother being unwell was the only reason why she would want to go as soon as her duty was over. &#034Yes Viniamma (my name is Vinita) she has the breathing problem again.&#034 &#034Then push off,&#034 I said. &#034Not yet, 17 minutes more for my time to be over,&#034 she said. &#034Incorrect, it is 16 minutes and 34 seconds,&#034 I said and laughed and persuaded her to leave before time. &#034Are you back Vini?&#034 It was mother's voice from her room at the end of the hall. &#034Yes, Amma.&#034 &#034Please tell Daya to leave. Her mother is unwell.&#034 &#034I am doing just that Amma,&#034 I said. I washed, changed and freshened myself before entering mother's room. Daya as usual had propped her up on the bed. She had done her hair in a tight pigtail. Mother's face shone from polishing and powdering. &#034You look tired today,&#034 she said. &#034You shouldn't be saying the same thing every day Ma. A nine-to-five clerk in a clothes store has no business to look fresh at the end of the day.&#034 &#034Have your coffee and tiffin first. I want to have a long talk with you.&#034 Daya had placed coffee and bajji on the table. I ate and came back to ...

... mother. &#034How was the bajji?&#034 she asked. &#034Good,&#034 I said. Bajji is thin slices of raw banana, or egg plant or potato dipped in lintel flour paste (basen) and deep fried. Today it was with potato inside that I like. &#034And what is it that you want to talk about.&#034 &#034About you. You completed 18 two months ago.&#034 She sounded as if she rued that fact. &#034But Ma I could not prevent that happening,&#034 I said and laughed. 'The time has come for me to say certain things about your father and me.&#034 &#034You said you want to talk about 18 year old me and now you say it is about Appa and you.&#034 &#034About our sex life,&#034 she said. &#034Are you all right Amma?&#034 I said. &#034I am perfectly sane,&#034 she said with a smile of smug assurance. &#034But you are blabbering; excuse me for saying so.&#034 &#034I am not. Listen. Are you ready to listen?&#034 &#034Yes Ma start.&#034 &#034Your father and I had a wonderful sex life that ended when I developed this sickness,&#034 she said. I was 8 years old when it happened, but I have a clear recollection of the start and progress of her illness. She woke up one morning with back ache that spread to her joints one after another till within six months she was bedridden with a hunched back and all joints stiff in various stages of deformity. She needs an attendant at all hours. My father, Daya and I take turns to look after her. I remember her as an active person always bustling about, outgoing and friendly. Her ...