Romance My experience with love [Completed]

[avsji]

“Latika beta.”

“Haan Amma (Yes Ma).”

“Abha told me…” Kajal said smiling lovingly at Latika.

“Oh God!”

“Why?”

“Why what, Amma?”

“Why did you react by saying, ‘Oh God’! I am happy that you fell in love with a very good man.”

“What?”

“Yes!” Kajal smiled.

“So, do you mean you do not hate me.”

“What! Why will I hate you honey?”

“I don’t know Amma!”

“Hey, come here my baby!” Kajal embraced Latika and kissed her forehead, “I was not aware that my sweet child has grown up so much to think about marriage. But I am glad that you did. I am even more happy that you chose Amar to become your husband. He is a good man… no, he is the best man I know.”

“Thank you, Amma!”

“Now I can leave this house without any worries in my mind. I know you will fill this house with so much love that it needed since Devyani didi left.”

“Oh Amma… I don’t know if I am that capable.”

“You are honey… you are very capable! Don’t worry about anything. Just follow your instincts and continue loving Mishti and Amar. Fill their lives with love and color. Your life too will be filled with love and color!”

“I will Amma… I will.”

“Oh! I feel like the luckiest woman on this good Earth… both my children will have the best spouses possible!”

Latika smiled. Kajal was speaking as if the marriage between Latika and Amar was certain!

“Latika beta?”

“Yes Amma?”

“You do understand what getting married involves?”

“Yes Amma… that means dedicating my entire life to… (Latika hesitated) Him (she did not take my name).”

“Yes… yes… that too.” Kajal smiled, “Do you want to have his children?”

Latika reddened with shame. She nodded.

“Do you know about sex?”

“Yes.” Latika hesitated.

“Have you ever done it?”

“WHAT! NO Amma!”

“Hmmm… good. Good!” Kajal said thinking, “Honey… why don’t you watch some movies about it?”

“Amma!”

“Honey, it is important that you know some things… yes, Amar has good experience, but you too must know about it before getting into the marriage. It helps!”



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Ma delivered her third child, a daughter two weeks after coming. Surprisingly, it was again a normal delivery… but probably it was not that surprising. The little fairy was a healthy baby, who smiled all through the day and cried only when she was hungry or wet or both! With her children around the house, I also felt like having a couple of my own children there. Abha was forever a happy child, but she was now an early teen. If everything went well, she would probably leave this house and start her higher education somewhere! That thought was gut-wrenching. I think fathers are like that… they don’t like to see their daughters go away. I can now empathize with Ma and her desire to have as many kids as possible. We did not have any more financial constraints. Theirs was a happy little family. With Sunil’s income and Ma’s shareholding, they were mighty affluent and could provide the best upbringing their children needed.

I too was affluent. The latest contract was about to be fulfilled and much before time. The client was extremely happy with that outcome and was sure to give me a repeat contract as well as positive word of mouth, which would increase the business. Overall, I too could settle down. But in my heart, there was a fear of losing my wife… I don’t know why, with Kajal around, I never felt like I would lose her. But with others, I thought I will lose them. Still, Kajal’s argument was right… there was no point being superstitious.

The recent conversation with Kajal, even though it was prima facie preposterous, had some merits. But I was not able to visualize Latika as my wife. If that was going to happen, I needed to make a monumental shift in my thought process and how I felt about Latika. That girl deserved the best… she had been an amazing guardian and an elder sister to my Mishti! She, in my honest opinion, has been an awesome role model for my daughter. She was so disciplined in her studies, health, food, habits… that list can go on and on! Asking such a young girl, in that tender age to be a guardian to someone else’s daughter is too much! So, anything good that is in Abha, I attribute all of it to Latika. Therefore, Latika deserved the best. I was not sure that I was the best for her.


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[avsji]

This was a quiet night for me in many weeks. I sat in my balcony overlooking the noisy lights of this big city contemplating over what the future might bring in. So much has happened in my life that I could write a thick book or two! And the cosmos was still hell bent on giving me even more experiences. I had also cut down on my drinking… it was not a habit, but I used to enjoy a couple of serves of nice scotch every night. Now, I had reduced it to just a couple in like a few months. That was an amazing control. Tonight, was one of those nights when I wanted to quietly enjoy my scotch. It had been about a month since Ma came here, and about five weeks since Kajal broached the topic of my marriage with Latika.

I will be honest: I did think about it, but I could not have any conclusive thoughts. I continued to feel that Latika could use someone younger. She deserved to have a long and happy life with her mate. Yes, I was in great physical shape and active, but I was over twenty years older than her. That was a huge age gap! Gosh! I had seen Latika only a couple of times and that too very briefly. Indeed, the equation between us had changed. I hated it. I wished that we behaved in more normal manner around this house. I was lost in my own thoughts when I heard a knock at the door. It was Kajal.

“Amar?”

“Yes, Kajal?”

“Are you okay?”

“Why wouldn’t I be?” I said smiling.

“Oh! You should be! So many great things this past month!”

“Come, sit with me?”

“No. I came here to call you downstairs. Bahu is asking for you.”

“Oh. Is Ma okay?”

“Oh yes… it is just that she is avoiding climbing stairs at the moment. But she wants to talk to you… she feels like her eldest son has estranged from her.”

“Estranged? Ha ha ha!”

“I am just joking. She is in her room. Waiting.”

“Yeah.” I said and got up from my chair.

When I entered her room, Ma was walking around the room with the crying little baby in her arms. Ma too had transformed so much since she remarried. It reflected in how she dressed. At present she was dressed only in her shorts and a loose-fitting tank top. She would not have worn any of those things had she been married to Dad. Honestly, now that I thought about him, I did not experience the same knotty feeling as I experienced before.

The two boys were sleeping in other room, now that they were a little self-sufficient. She smiled at me when I entered the room.

“Ma! Why is the baby crying?”

“She is just hungry, my child… just hungry.”

She said and slid the top to her side, revealing one of her milk laden breasts! Wow! Ma was still amazing! She only had a slight sag. Yes, her stomach might have been all wrinkly because of the recent childbirth, I am sure she was sexy all over! No wonder Sunil was so devoted to her, even though she was now well above fifty years in age. To me, at present, she looked like a woman in her early forties… so, at least ten years younger than her real age. I am sure that when she recovered, she would shave off at least five more years from that estimation! Wow! That man was lucky!

She smiled as the little baby opened her mouth in search for her already naked breast. Ma waited until the baby opened her mouth wide and planted herself firmly on her nectar producing nipple making sure that she had a good solid vacuum so she would not be sucking in air that could lead to excess gas or an upset stomach. Watching Ma performing her maternal duties was so peaceful! One could see the expression of contentment on her face. She continued standing there by the side of the crib, as the baby suckled. She was so full of milk that it flowed down from her other nipple.

“What are you waiting for?” she asked me.

“Ma… I am a big, old man now.”

“Oh yes? When did that happen?” she said as she cooed sweet nothings in the baby’s ear, “It was not too long ago that I used to feed you similarly.”

I smiled. I had been breastfed by Ma all though my life. I had been so lucky! I thought that I might have been the only man on this good Earth to be blessed like that.

“Don’t make me request you. Come… have your fill.” Ma smiled, “It is tastier than your scotch.”

“Tastier and healthier, Ma.” I said defensively, “But please finish feeding the baby first. I like to lie in your lap when I do it.”

Ma nodded. She kept standing as long as the baby suckled. Once her stomach was full, her eyelids automatically closed shut and she fell asleep. Ma then carefully placed her in the crib and covered her with soft blanket.

“She is a very happy baby.”

Ma nodded, “She is indeed.”

“How are you Ma?”

“I am very good Beta!” she thought as she sat quietly on the bed, possibly waiting for me to snuggle with her in her lap, “These have been the happiest and fulfilling eight years of my life…”

I still did not move in with her in the bed. So, she extended her hand and I held it smiling, as she continued, “… and this not to say that my life before these eight years was not happy! I had you… my perfect son! I love you so much. I am so proud of you. So proud of you!”

“Thanks, Ma!”

“So, however old and big you feel… you will always be my little boy, who I am so proud of. And I want to forever give you my love… Gods blessed me with this motherly nectar, which I want to give you for as long as I can. If you do not drink from me, I will force you to do it.”

 

[avsji]

We both laughed at that. Honestly, I felt nice to find my mother being motherly towards me. For long she had been treating me as the love interest of her mother-in-law, but this was a good change and hopefully a good shift! I hoped that this change remained forever… Ma had become happier… much happier than she had ever been, and now I wanted her to again become my mother. My needs were that simple!

I half laid in Ma’s lap. She smiled and lovingly caressed a few stray strands of my hair from my forehead. Next, as if making a decision, she held the hem of her tank top and pulled it away, revealing her milk laden breasts. There was so much milk that small drops of it just hung there. I found myself licking my lips. Her nipples looked tender and slightly abused from all the baby suckling. Her breasts, as I imagined, were round and thick. I took in the totality of her beautiful chest: her big full breasts, her extended nipples and then I saw her smile as I realized that she caught me watching.

“You either need to close your mouth, or close your mouth on my nipple, honey!”

Ma said joyfully. I think she was delighted to extract that reaction from me. Sunil indeed was a very lucky man! I did not know how to respond… actually, I did know how to respond. But before I responded in any way, Ma hefted her other breast toward me,

“It has got full milk in it… you must empty it. Okay honey?”

I reached for the breast that she offered and cupped it, giving it a little squeeze. Milk shot out in a quick stream.

“Amar…” Ma said laughing, “No wastage!”

“Sorry Ma!”

I leaned forward and took the nipple. Ma’s hand automatically went on the back of my head encouraging me to suck that nipple. I began suckling and as soon as I did that, I felt her nipple extend into my mouth and the warm and sweet milk started to flow across my tongue and down my throat.

“Aaahhh…” Ma groaned, as the pressure against her nipple lifted off, “You like the taste, honey?”

I nodded, keeping the nipple firmly in my mouth.

“Good! I wanted it to be tasty and sweet for my son.”

I made sure that I had good suction as Ma’s warm, sweet milk squirted in my mouth. I licked her nipple in circles. I knew that they were very sensitive and one mistake with my teeth would cause Ma much pain. I suckled for some time.

“Better than your scotch?”

I again nodded. I felt invigorated and fresh! This was an amazing experience.

Something strange also happened: I felt my penis stirring in my pajamas. God! She is my mother for chrissake! I tried to reason with my brain, but I was not winning. At least the stirring did not turn into a full-blown hard-on! To control it, I focused only on suckling. I kept drinking until she was almost half in that breast, and she kept cooing at my suckling.

“Honey,” Ma said, “I want to see you naked.” She said in extremely nonchalant manner, as if it was the most natural thing to ask, “May I?”

Ma could ask me anything and I would have done as per her wishes. She had hardly asked anything from me… she had always been a giver! Oh, she had done so much for me. So many sacrifices. I would sacrifice myself if that is what it needed to fulfill her wishes. What she asked for was nothing. I nodded and reached for the string of the pajamas. But Ma stopped me.

“You just focus on suckling. Let me do this.”

She said and undid the string, slipping it down my legs. I did not wear anything underneath, so my semi erect penis became visible to her. She then unbuttoned my night-shirt, rendering me completely naked. Ma had an eyeful of my body; the expressions she wore were that of appreciation and pride.

She touched my chest muscles, “My strong boy! I am so proud of you!”

She said as her hand passed over my abs. Ma had seen me naked many times, but she was exploring my body after a very long time, so she took her time and inspected my entire apparatus at leisure. Finally, she reached down on my semi erect penis, held it in her grip and lovingly fondled it. Such a stimulation was going to break any resolve that I had. When my penis got fully erect, she gave an appreciative smile.

“My handsome young boy has turned in to such a handsome young man!”

“Kya Ma!” I remarked, embarrassed.

Ma did not say anything, even as she continued to lovingly fondle my penis and testes. Although what she was doing appeared a little strange to me, I think that it was completely motherly. Yes, mothers do not touch their grownup sons in that manner, but then they also do not breastfeed them their milk! I continued to suckle till the breast had no more milk.

“Have you had your fill?”

I gave a very broad smile in response.

“I would have given you the other breast, but the children need it.”

“I love you so much, Ma!”

“I love you too honey!” she said and then caressing my face she added, “Amma brought an interesting proposal yesterday.”

‘Oh God! Here we go again…’ I thought.

“And I think I like it.” Ma continued, looking at me and hoping to elicit a response. When I said nothing, she added, “What do you think of Latika?”

“Ma? Oh God! It feels like the entire house is only talking about this…”

“Why shouldn’t we? You are my son, and I want your happiness. Latika is my daughter, and I want her happiness.”

“But Ma… I am too old for her.”

“Really?” Ma said as if I said something incredulous.

“Do you have to ask? I am twenty years older than her!”

“Is that the only thing keeping you from marrying her?”

“Ma, Latika may have dreams, expectations and desires from her marriage… do you think I can fulfill them?”

Ma gave a knowing smile.

“I know what you are saying, Beta!” I wanted to say something, but Ma stopped me and continued, “Please hear what I have to say first.”

I waited for Ma to start her sermon.

 

[avsji]

“You are a healthy man. Yes, you are much older than Latika, but that is nothing in comparison to how old I am than… than…” Ma hesitated, but she could not take Sunil’s name. But I understood and nodded.

“But Ma…”

But Ma reacted as if she was not listening to me, “I too had similar concerns when He (Sunil) proposed. I was not sure whether I will be able to love him, care for him, give him children… and on top of all that was this age issue… but His love put to rest all my concerns. Today, I am the happiest woman!”

I smiled. Yes, all that was true.

“He showed a genuine love for me… and told me why age difference has no value in love.” Ma paused for a second, thinking about the times when Sunil courted her, “I will be honest… it was not easy for me… and I could not immediately respond to His love. But when He touched me the first time… I knew… I knew that I was His. In part, I was a bit selfish… I had desires… but aren’t marriages supposed to fulfill those desires?”

I agreed to what Ma was saying. She had a valid point.

“With Him, I found another side of myself, which was previously hidden and unknown to me.” Ma was now emotional, “Your Dad… He was so nice to me. In His care, I flourished. I became a woman. I became a mother. I got you. I lived the way I liked. He never stopped me from doing anything… I… I lived a fulfilling life, which I never thought was possible without him. With Him my life, my happiness was gone!”

“Then… then He came along. Offering me a new lease of life… a new lease of happiness.” Ma looked at me; she was still connected to her experienced memories, “I was concerned about intimacy because of our huge age difference. But for Him, that was nothing to be worried about… He had been enthusiastically intimate with me from the day one… I was worried about the difference in maturity because of our huge age difference. But I found Him to be even more mature than I am… I was concerned about His sincerity for a committed relationship, because of our huge age difference. I thought that He was living a fantasy of being with an older woman, to be able to subdue her… to conquer her. But no. He wanted a family with me, He wanted to make me happy again, He wanted to love me… and He hoped that if He could do all that, He would also be happy.”

Ma looked at the baby, who was now in deep sleep. She smiled. I could see the happiness and feeling of pride on her face.

“She will sleep now for at least a couple of hours. Here, you can take the other breast as well and empty it.”

“Are you sure, Ma?”

“I am honey… otherwise, I would not have asked you. Amma makes sure that I eat nutritious food for an increased supply.”

I was aware of that. Ma’s food had so many healthy ingredients - barley, oats, whole grains, dark green vegetables, almonds, flaxseed etc. Because of that, we all started to eat these foods. No wonder, we were all now very health and lean. Kajal also gave her daily full body massage. It was great to be cared by someone as loving as Kajal!

I took the other nipple and started to suckle.

“By the time the baby wakes up, the one that you suckled earlier will have sufficient milk for her. So do not worry.”

Ma again caught hold of my penis and started to caress the length of it.

“You are a very handsome and strong man. Your penis too is beautiful and strong. And... you are a good man. So, if you are thinking anything about it, please forget it. Latika is going to be a very lucky and very happy woman!”

“Ma!” I objected, trying to be modest about it.

“Oh, don’t Ma me. I know it from experience.”

She said with a twinkle in her eyes. I could see that my old Ma was back; still not in her full form, but she was there. I was delighted to see that. However, what Ma was saying was nothing new and I was fully aware of how well I was endowed. All my women, Kajal, Gabi, Devyani, Jayanti Di, Marie, and Rachna, were left highly satisfied and overjoyed from my lovemaking. Kajal, Jayanti Di and Rachna had become mothers when I made love to them, even then they were mighty satisfied. And I was proud of that fact.

“Ma,” I started, hoping to be a bit mischievous with her, “does Sunil makes you happy… physically?”

“Ha ha! How do you think I have been having so many children?”

“Ha ha!”

“Aaah… no, He satisfies me fully. Except for the times when I am here, He has made love to me… everyday! Sometimes, His work schedules are so demanding and tough… He has still made sure to make love to me. He is mischievous on that front!”

“Ha ha! I am very happy to hear that, Ma.”

“Amar? Beta?”

“Haan, Ma (Yes, Ma)?”

“I know that you have been like a father-figure for Him… but now He thinks of you as His own son… His eldest son!”

I was surprised, but I said nothing. I knew about it as Sunil had slipped the ‘son’ word in the past.

“So, I was thinking… can you sometimes, you know… address Him as ‘Dad’?” Ma asked hoping that I might not be angry at her request.

Her apprehension might not be misplaced. I was very close to Dad and could not think of replacing him with anyone. But that was not what Ma was asking for… she just expressed how Sunil thought about me and was wondering whether I could reciprocate similarly.

“Ma… I will try.” I said sincerely, “It will be difficult for me, but I will try.”

“It was difficult for me as well. Before our wedding, He had been like a son to me…” Ma said laughing, “But realizing ‘our’ potential, I gave up on that privilege and accepted and respected Him like my husband. I also accepted and regarded Amma, as Amma. She also changed and started to treat me as Her daughter… So, thank you, if you can try!”

Yeah, I can try… if that makes her happy. Sunil had made Ma a very happy woman and made sure that she found all kinds of joy in this marriage. He had been an amazing husband. Calling him ‘Dad’ will not be bad. Ma took a deep breath and smiled, as I suckled.

“I think… no, I know… that you and Latika have a very strong potential together. I know her. She is the sweetest and the most beautiful girl… you know, I have fed these same breasts to her… so, in a way, she is my daughter also. And I would love to have her as my daughter-in-law.”

“Ma, you have fed everyone in this household.”

“Yes, yes… I know… but you do know what I mean. And please do not think that I am trying to push you to get married to her. She is a very good girl. Very homely!” she said, and I finished suckling. I continued laying in her lap. It was so comforting to be with her again, like that.

“As far as Latika’s dreams, Latika’s expectations and Latika’s desires are concerned, she must have thought all about it, and must have come to the conclusion that all that would be fulfilled with you… By doubting her wisdom, her belief, you are not helping her… She loves you. I am sure that you can love her back. You are everything that she sees in you…”

“Oh Ma… but it feels so wrong.”

“What feels wrong? That you may be happy again? That you may be married again?”

“No… I mean, oh God! Marrying a girl who might have been my daughter. Not too long ago, Kajal and I were trying to have babies and planning to get married. And now, we are talking about marrying her daughter… This is wrong!”

“Honey! No one put Latika to it. She loves you. If she wants to get married to you, then that is her prerogative. You can choose to get married or not with her. But Amma does not come in that equation. And before you forget, she too has found her partner and is getting married to him soon… I wonder why you hesitate!”

Ma waited. I did not say anything.

“Don’t think that Latika does not know about you and Amma. But she also knows that that is from the past. It won’t affect her future with you. Knowing Amma, I am sure that you can only get even more love from her… just that its form will change.”

She lovingly ran her fingers through my hair, “So try to give love another chance? Latika is such a sweet girl… and to add to it, she is so beautiful. I think we will be very lucky and blessed to have her.”


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[avsji]

“Daddy, are you marrying Latika didi?”

“I don’t know honey!”

“You don’t know? What does that mean? You don’t want to marry her?”

“Honey, that is what I wanted to discuss with you.”

“Okay!”

“Honey, Latika is just a little older than you.”

“I know daddy. I think that makes it more exciting - to have a mother, who is more like my friend? You see, we have been friends - or more like sisters since I can remember. She has always taken care of me. Always! Just like a mother would have! I have never felt that she was not a part of this family… our family. She takes care of me so much and so well that I now address her as my Ma. I love her and respect her as such. You know, there is no pretense in her manners and behaviors when she is with me. I think I will just love to have her as my mother.”

"So… you are okay if we get married?”

“Oh Daddy, I am more than okay with this. I am ecstatic! I am the happiest daughter!”

“But honey, she is just a child.”

“No Daddy. She is not a child. She is a grown up… an adult! Dadi-ji was what? Only about fourteen years old, when she married Dada-ji? And, she had you when she turned fifteen. Latika didi is more than eighteen… she is an adult! Now that I think about it, given an opportunity, I too would have married at fifteen.”

“Oh God! Honey… this is what we call civilization… this is what we call progress. That is why we have laws to protect underage girls. Our ability to control our urge to behave on impulse is what that separates us from other animals…”

“Oh Daddy… eighteen is lawfully permissible age. Isn’t it? And yet you are making so much fuss!”

“I don’t know honey. I am very happy to hear that you two are so close to each other. But I feel that Latika deserves to marry a man who is good for her.”

“But you think you are not good for her?”

“Honey… it is not that straightforward. Marriages are more complicated. The husband and wife must be compatible with each other.”

“How do you know that they are compatible?”

“Well…”, I thought for a second, but relented, “there are not many fool-proof methods of knowing… after all, couples, who have been married for many years also get divorced. But spending some time with each other certainly helps.”

“Then spend some time with each other and stop worrying about what will happen in future.”

That was an amazing advice coming from a young teenager girl! Indeed, girls are usually more emotionally mature than boys.

“Honestly, honey! I am embarrassed.”

“Embarrassed because of Didi?”

“No. Oh God, no. Embarrassed because of our age gap. People will think that I am some sort of a pedophile.”

“Daddy! Again, she is not a child.”

“But she just turned eighteen! From the outside, it seems like I was waiting for her to turn adult and marry her.”

“I think it is the other way round… but I see your point.”

“So, you can understand how embarrassing that would be!”

“But Daddy, why do you worry about others? We are not like others… we have our own happy world… Latika didi wants to make it even happier for you… please let her do that. Please have a wife Daddy and a mommy for me!”

“Oh honey!”

“Daddy, at least please give it a thorough and deep thought?” Abha asked me hopefully.

I thought for a long time and then said,

“Okay honey! I promise that I will think about it.”


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[avsji]

Talking to Ma certainly helped my perspective. Still, to be very honest, there was this strangely tense air in the house these days. There was a lot of laughter with the children around, but any moment when Latika and I were in front of each other, we got tensed. I hated it. But the overall support given to this thought by Ma, Kajal and Mishti helped me think about Latika in a new light. I was still not sure how Sunil thought about this. He, for the longest time hoped that Kajal and I would get married. But that was completely out of the question now that she was to be married to Satyajit. As an elder, protective brother, he might feel that his kid sister was being shortchanged if she married me.

I am sure that the ladies must have told him about this. I was a bit apprehensive when I did not hear about it from him. Even as he came here to see Ma off and at the time of her delivery, he did not say anything about it, but spoke with me very normally. I am sure it was because he was not told about the possibility of getting Latika married to me. Otherwise, he was not a person who would lay back… he was too action oriented. Also, I wanted to speak with him before I took any decision about it.

As was his routine in the past, Sunil was to come over tonight (Friday) and stay with us for the weekend. When he did not come by ten in the night, I knew that his flight was delayed, and he might come any time during the night. Knowing that we would meet the next day, I slept off. I still remembered Ma’s request about him from a couple of days ago. It was a bit odd request… I mean, it is just too hard to think of a man who is eight years your junior as your dad. But Ma was fully devoted to him - she touched his feet and what not. She also treated Kajal as her mother and Kajal was three years younger to her.

When I got up in the morning on Saturday, I found Sunil talking animatedly with Latika and Ma. Their manner was animated, but it all seemed pleasant and happy. Latika saw me coming over there and suddenly became quiet. She gave a shy smile to Sunil and made a quiet escape from there.

“Good morning!” Sunil greeted me by giving me a hug, like he had always done.

“Good morning, Sunil.” I said… my eyes met Ma’s. She was smiling. She felt very happy. Sunil was a very positive influence over her.

Even as I met him, I felt that I was not able to meet his eyes. I felt like I betrayed his trust or something like that. I felt guilty.

But Sunil spoke with me as he normally did. We asked about each other’s welfare and how we were doing in general. Last time he was here was at the time of Ma’s delivery. Ma offered to prepare tea. Surprisingly, Kajal was nowhere to be seen, which was something of a departure from what she usually did. Normally, she was one of the first ones to be awake along with Latika and Abha.

“Bhaiya, I need to talk to you.” He said smiling.

“I know Sunil. These days everyone wants to talk.”

Sunil gave a hearty laugh, “And why wouldn’t we?”

Then kept quiet for some time, as if he were trying to make a preface to start his talk. After much deliberation, he said,

“I hope you know that I have always regarded you very highly in my entire life. Please believe me that this fact will never change. Never! I mean, for me you have been the father-figure… the ideal role model. I mean you did everything and more for me that my father should have done... You are the ideal man for me. I love you! …. Perhaps… perhaps because of that reason, I always thought that it would be Amma who you would marry eventually. I mean all that lovemaking was not for nothing. Was it?”

I kept my quiet. He was right. Sunil continued,

“She, in turn loves you. But something has changed. I fully understand ‘that’ side of marital life… you will need to have a child, which I do not think Amma can give you now… But Latika can.” Sunil said, as he looked on.

I said nothing. To be honest, I have been constantly facing this assault from everyone at home. Surrounded by women, I was a minority… now Sunil too had joined forces with them. Last thing I wanted was another discourse on the ‘advantages of marrying Latika’! I was done. I worried that if everyone kept on overdoing it, I might drop any idea of marrying her. That would be everyone’s loss.

“I respect Latika’s choice. I admire Latika’s choice. Honestly, we all could not have found a better man for her, had we tried… is that not true, Suman?”

Ma smiled, “Mera Beta to laakhon me ek hai (My son is one in a million).” and looked at me admiringly.

“Laakhon me nahi, karodon me ek hai hamara Beta (Our son is not one in a million, but one in a billion).” Sunil said proudly, mincing no words in expressing how he felt about me.

“You are my son… and I am your father… and it is not just because I am Suman’s husband.” Sunil went on, “Earlier I hesitated to overtly treat you like my son because of Amma. But now that she will marry someone else, I will not hesitate.”

I looked towards Ma, who was giving a joyful smile.

“So, it is up to you how you want to treat me… but for me you are my son.”

I thought I must say something. I knew that if I addressed Sunil as ‘Dad’, it would please him very much. Ma would be overjoyed. It was true that no one wanted to replace Dad from his place in my life… it was more about giving names to the loving relationships that we shared in this family. I also felt that thinking about Sunil as my dad would provide me an emotional shelter. I mean, who does not want the loving blessings of one’s parents?

 

[avsji]

I said, “Two nights ago Ma told me how you felt about me… Dad.”

Hearing this simple word from my mouth both Sunil and Ma gave a joyous gasp!

“My son!” he exclaimed and hugged me, “My son… my eldest son!”

Then keeping one arm around my waist like a proud father, he turned towards Ma and said, “Suman… finally our family is united. We have three sons and a daughter, and an angel as our grand-daughter.”

“Ji. Main bahut khush hoon aaj (Yes. I am very happy today)! Thank you so much, Beta!”

Ma too came running in to this group hug. As I thought, Ma was very happy. Good. This was least I could do for her. Had Sunil been older, he would have been a great daddy material.

“So, we were discussing about our son getting married.” He looked at me with happiness, his face beaming with his newfound status in my life, “Beta, since the time Latika told me that she loves you, I am overjoyed! I am jumping with joy at her choice! But she is my younger sister… I have loved her as my daughter. So, I need to worry about her.”

Oh God. That was becoming very embarrassing conversation.

“I think most of my worries come from the simple fact that there is a huge age-gap between you two.”

I kept quiet.

“If you don’t mind, can I see if you are in the right shape to make love to her?”

“What?” I understood what he wanted by that… it was incredulous.

“Please show me your shishno? Does it get erect? Does it take the same powerful and strong form as I remember?”

Ma looked at her husband incredulously and elbowed his ribs, “Aap bhi na… kya kya kehte rehte hain (You are incorrigible… you keep saying all gibberish).”

“Arre! Maine aisa kya kaha (What wrong did I say)?” Sunil kept his serious façade.

“But… Su… Dad… this is so…”

“Awkward? Why? What is wrong if I need to know whether you would be able to satisfy Latika? She is young, and her youth has not yet peaked. She has at least twenty, or twenty-five years of active sex life ahead of her. You should be able to facilitate at least a major part of it, if not all of it. Shouldn’t you?”

Yes, he was right. His concerns were at the right place.

“If you can not make love to her properly and make her happy, then I know you will not wed her. You know in your heart that you can do it… but it is only for my own satisfaction. I request you to kindly show me your shishno.”

“Aap ye sab mat sochiye (you do not worry about that)” Ma said, “hamara beta bahut strong hai (our son is very strong) … uska shishno bhi mazboot hai (his penis is also strong). Maine do din pehle hi dekha hai (I have seen it just a couple of days ago).”

“Then our son can show it to me as well.”

“Dad, it is very embarrassing for me.”

I was surprised to feel embarrassed getting naked in front of him, even though we both have been naked several times in the past. What changed, I had no idea. Or perhaps I had one idea… earlier he held a younger position in my life… now he had an older position.

“I know. Please understand I derive no pleasure from it and, it is equally embarrassing for me.”

“It might not get erect in front of you.” I gave up. I knew he will not relent until I did what he asked for, and therefore, I started to undo the hook of my night shorts.

“No problem… just imagine Latika or even Amma getting naked. That should do the trick.” He said smiling.

That really did the trick, and in no time, I was sporting an enormous and wood-like rigid hard-on. Sunil could not help himself from being impressed.

“Oh good…! This is just… good!”

He touched it, giving it a tiny push. It did not budge. He gave it a little squeeze. It did not budge.

“You are in perfect shape!” He looked at me, as if he were satisfied with my potency and said, “Suman… dekha apne doodh ka kamaal (Do you see the miracle of your breast milk)?”

“Ha ha… haan ji… apne doodh ka kamaal bhi dekha hai, aur Amma ji ke doodh ka kamaal bhi dekha hai (Yes, I see the miracle of my breast milk, as well as Amma’s breast milk).”

“To fir sabhi bachchon ko pilaate rehna jab tak possible hai (Then keep our children breastfed as long as possible).”

“Aa ja Beta (Come, my son).” As if on the cue Ma called out, inviting me to feed from her.

“But Ma… tea?”

“Arre Beta, chai main pee loonga (Son, I will drink tea) … tum apni Ma ka doodh piyo (you drink your mother’s milk).” Sunil offered magnanimously before adding a caution, “Beta, just one request… please be gentle with Latika. She is still a child…!”

“Aap bhi na (You are incorrigible).” Ma complained, as she seated me on the chair, and then standing close to me, started to unbutton her mid-thigh level night-shirt, which really was Sunil’s shirt.

I looked towards Sunil, who appreciatively looked at Ma, who gave him this brilliant strip-show. I knew it was meant for him and had positive effect on him. Sunil squirmed on the chair to adjust his erection. I smiled.

I felt a bit different at that moment. I decided that having Sunil as my dad was a comforting feeling, which can grow to become a very warm feeling in future. It is amazing feeling to find your mom and dad very much in love. I felt the same feeling. I also forgot that I was naked. Being naked in front of him was not bad and in a way, I felt like being younger. I suppose Ma too must have felt in a similar manner when she decided to respect and regard Kajal as her mother. The pieces of relationship were being reshuffled, and I liked the way they were shaping up.

“Kal raat se hi tumhari Ma bol rahi hai ki Bete ko doodh pilana hai (Your mother has been telling me that she wants to breastfeed you since last night itself).” Sunil told as Ma thrust her one nipple in my mouth.

As I started to suckle, I noticed Sunil’s hand caressing Ma’s other breast.

“Aap na, chai hi pijiye (You drink only tea) …” Ma teased him.

“Haaye… itna nuksaan (Alas… such loss)!” he lamented, jokingly.

When I was done, Sunil asked, “Beta, if you do not mind me asking, who did you think of? Amma or Latika?”

Oh my god… he was not making it any easier. But I wanted to be truthful. A family works well, only if there is enough honesty going around.

“Latika…” I mumbled. I was truthful. It was enough to please him. He smiled. Satisfied. Very satisfied.

“I am very happy my son… very very happy! Welcome to the family” he said and hugged me.

“But Dad, we are still not married.”

“That is the least of our problem… she has already said that she will marry you. Now you too seemed to have warmed up to that idea. I guess, there is no roadblock now.”

“But… but I want to speak to her once.”

“Of course. Take her out for a date or more. Then commit. I will talk about it with Amma. You do not worry. Amma will not find a better groom than my son.”

He said proudly, siding himself as the groom-side, conveniently forgetting that he was from bride-side as well.


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[Ashurocket]

So finally the search for a life partner of Amar is ending. Is it so?

Let's see, what destiny is cooking for Amar?

Dear avsji through all these updates today you very delicately handle the issue. Latina being age of Amar's Daughter yet loving him and visualising her husband material in Amar.

Amar having apprehensive about the whole idea initially but at the end now warming up to it slowly.

On top of all this, the acceptance of Sunil as Father to Amar, amazing.

Keep up the good work. Can't say for others but I'm here to get the depth of emotions in your all stories. Be it this one or Kayakalp or Saying Ka Suhag or Teacher's Love or Mangal Sutra or Gauri. Aaj rahab yahi aangan was a very short story, so depth was not possible there.

Aahu

 

[avsji]

So finally the search for a life partner of Amar is ending. Is it so?

Let's see, what destiny is cooking for Amar?

Dear avsji through all these updates today you very delicately handle the issue. Latina being age of Amar's Daughter yet loving him and visualising her husband material in Amar.

Amar having apprehensive about the whole idea initially but at the end now warming up to it slowly.

On top of all this, the acceptance of Sunil as Father to Amar, amazing.

Keep up the good work. Can't say for others but I'm here to get the depth of emotions in your all stories. Be it this one or Kayakalp or Saying Ka Suhag or Teacher's Love or Mangal Sutra or Gauri. Aaj rahab yahi aangan was a very short story, so depth was not possible there.

Aahu

Thank you so much!! I try to make emotions work a lot in my stories. Wham bam, thank you ma'am is something that everyone can write. But that is worthless.

Emotions are particularly important in this story because it relates to a real person's life. I am sure Amar can forgive me for the little transgressions that I have taken in this story.

Latika's character will come up more strongly in next updates. She is a strong and important person. So, watch out for that.

By the way, if there are any ideas for a story, do share them with me. Let's see if something interesting can be worked out.

'Wo Chhokri' is at present in a cold storage... can't think of writing that without the religious references... It won't make much sense... Perhaps I will simply *beep* those words...

There is another thought, but am not able to tie that together...

 

[avsji]

Everything was so different for me this time. So far in my life, I was the one who approached the women and tried to persuade them… but this time, it was a woman who approached me. And Latika chose to do it not directly, but through the family. Thus, it seemed like an arranged marriage proposal. There was also a lot of back and forth with me from each family member - just that Latika never brought up this topic with me. To make matters challenging, she chose to avoid me completely whenever she encountered me. This way, there was no way forward to anything.

Because now the family was involved, I thought it was fine. I was comfortable routing my requests through family. Sunil, Ma, and I discussed about facilitating our meetings - a family organized date for us, if you will. I told them both my desire and my availability, and they discussed it with Kajal and Latika. It was funny how the information flowed inside my own house. But I understand why everyone behaved the way they did - I had already been hurt twice, and no one wanted me to experience the same pain all over again. Also, because this was Latika’s first exposure to the adult world, everyone wanted to ease her into it, hoping that it would be last time for her, as she would be married to me after that. Cute, isn’t it?

“Latika… honey, Amar wants you to spend this Friday night with him… like a date.”

Kajal broke my request to Latika. Kajal was happy and excited.

“What? A date, Amma?”

“Yes… isn’t that you young couples do before you decide to get married?”

“Ha ha ha!” Latika chuckled joyfully, “You are watching too many movies, Amma… Yes, what you said is correct… but a date is more about like knowing each other…”

“That is good… so, you mean to say that Amar wants to know about you. That is good.”

“Yeah, Amma. Should I say yes?” Latika said.

“Why not? What is the problem?”

“There is no problem. It is just that it would be my first time.”

“Oh, my child… you should not worry at all. Amar is ever a gentleman… and do not forget, we all live under the same roof. I am sure you will like your… date!”

“No Amma, I am not worried. I know that we should have some time together. It is just that dating is so new for me. With school and training, I hardly ever just sit down with Him as much as I would like to.”

“Then here is your start.” she said, "So what do you say? Is it a date?”

“A date? Oh, sure… I guess if that is what He really wants to.” Latika said, outwardly lazily but inwardly beaming.

Kajal came close to Latika, put her lips close to her ear and whispered, “Nice try! But I can see right through you. You are beaming inside.”

Latika visibly reddened with shame.

“I will ask Amar to pick you up at seven in the evening on Friday.”

“Friday is good, Amma. Seven PM is also good.”

“Very nice!”

As Kajal left her room, Latika looked on as she watched Kajal go with a smile on her face.


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Abha was sitting cross-legged on the bed as Latika pulled out one dress after the other.

“What is the big deal, Ma? You look so beautiful in any of these dresses!”

“You really think so, Mishti? I want to look fabulous!”

“Oh, but you do. Here, why don’t you wear that green dress?”

“What, really?” Latika put the dress on her chest and looked herself in the mirror, “No! I don’t look good in this one!”

Abha held another dress against her body to show to Latika, “What is wrong with it?"

“Nothing is wrong with it!” Latika said, exasperated.

“Ma, you don’t have to impress anyone. You are dazzlingly beautiful! Daddy is lucky that you thought to marry him.”

“Ha ha! You are so sweet, and you are saying these things because you love me. But I want to dress well because I want to look beautiful, honey!”

Latika said and threw another dress onto the growing pile of rejected dresses.

“Mishti, I know that for you, He is just your Daddy… but for me, He is the love of my life… someone with whom I would love to spend the rest of my life… to have His family. So, while He is only taking me to a fancy restaurant, this is our first date… the beginning of… us! And, besides, I want to look nice for Him. I want to make our first date an occasion to remember for Him… as much as it would be for me!”

“Oh, he will remember this… date with you, Ma!”

Abha said mischievously and both the girls giggled.

Suddenly Abha remembered something and pulled out a rust colored, front opening, buttoned midi dress, or rather a sundress. It had beautiful, tiny, yellow patterns all over it. White colored shirt-buttons accentuated and contrasted the dress color very well. It was a two-years old dress, which Latika had forgotten about. It could have been one size small for her, because although Latika’s body did not change much, her breasts filled out a bit since then. This one indeed was a sexy dress.

Holding the dress up, Abha said, “Well, how about this one Ma?”

Latika blushed, “I bought this one a couple of years ago… but I only wore it once…”

“Why?” Abha teased her, knowing very well why.

“It exposes my body… See? Here in the front, it has a long parting and no buttons… it shows a lot of my thighs.”

“Oh, but that is good! The dress allows access to your thighs…”

“Ha ha Ha!”

At Abha’s urging Latika slipped into the sleek dress. She had, indeed, outgrown it. As she twirled in the mirror, the dress clung to her curves. Its combined U-V shaped neckline plunged between her pert breasts, covering only the essentials, but showing off much of her firm young mounds. The little shoulders of the dress concealed very less of her shoulders. Its back was a flat U shaped and plunged deep, showing a lot of skin. Although the hem of the dress fell just over her knees, the deep frontal slit showed off flashes of her slim thighs with every movement. No need to say it, but it was a perfect dress of the first date!

What an amazing transformation a little dress can do! Latika had turned in to a beautiful young woman from a teenager! Abha stared open-mouthed. At last, she shrieked in glee,

“Didi! Is that really you?”

“Didi? Not Ma?” Latika complained.

“Arre, is dress me to hot si didi lag rahi ho… Ma nahi (In this dress you are looking like a hot didi, not a mummy)! Ha ha!”

Latika made one last twirl, “I do look good in this, don’t I?”

“The best!!” she said, “Now Daddy will know that this little girl has all grown up!”


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