Incest/Taboo A String of Flowers

Standing on the balcony of her single room flat she was gazing at the bright stars playing hide and seek with the passing of thin clouds. At time they were sparkling brightly and at times the darkness overshadowed them as was the case with her from the past five years.

Her eyes were filled as she recalled the moment when her son boarded the bus to reach a far off destination to pursue his studies, five years ago. Then also she had stood still staring at the bus slowly moving out of her vision and today she was gazing at the stars as the time of arrival of her son was nearing.

In the past five years she had hardly met him ten times when she had gone to the boarding home. How she had wished she had enough money to visit him regularly, but those days she could ill afford it. She had strived hard saving money to see this day and today being the first day of his job, she waited for him to come home.

She was uncertain as to when he would reach home. The seconds were slowly tickling by and as she was counting the stars as though counting the days of his absence, she saw a car approaching from the far side of the road. At first she just saw the dim lights and as it appeared closer, its lights started glowing like the stars and when it's light spread and illuminated the road, she could his face peeping out of the window eagerly to meet her.

Her face lit up as though all the stars illumination were focused upon her. Her stance changed and she ran down the stairs to meet him and by the time she reached the final step her son had stepped out of the car. The first impression on seeing him sent a jolt through her. For a second she thought she was seeing her husband who was no more. It took some moments before she could come out of the trance.

As Shyam, her son embraced her she was delighted. Holding each others hands they climbed the stairs to the flat in which she had spent the last five years dreaming, speculating and thinking of this day.

Today all her hard work was rewarded. Her son was back. Not only he was back but had secured a promising job in one of the Multi National Companies. Being the first day she was eager to know about the nature of his job, his pay and his timings.

Freshening up as Shyam sat on the sofa, his mother brought him a cup of coffee and when he accepted it she said 'how was the day?'

Ma it was fine. I have been posted as Administrative Officer and my timings are 9 to 7.

My goodness do you have to work for so long she said counting the hours on her fingers.

'Yes, so it is' replied Shyam smiling.

'And may I know how much they are paying you?'

'You will be surprised; he lifted his fingers.'

'Oh my goodness, I can't believe it,' saying she sat down beside him.

It's a fact and the credit goes to you.

Smiling and tousling his hair she said 'it is the outcome of 5 years of struggle we had, five long years' she repeated.

'I will make you forget it' replied Shyam embracing her.

'On your coming home I have already forgotten it' she replied.

'But I have not. I have lost five precious years without you and I want them back' he said.

Those words were blissful. She could not keep back the tears which filled her eyes; smiling at him she asked 'have you missed me so much.'

'Yes Ma, I missed a lot. I missed you, I missed your love, I missed your cooking, I missed you taking care of me, I missed sitting next to you, cuddling you like this and what not. Do you remember all that' he asked her.

'Yes, I do remember everything. Especially, you're playing with my hair. Though at times it hurt me, but I still loved it,' she replied.

'Yes I remember playing with your hair. It had a special meaning to me' he replied.

'Now that you are back everything will be as usual.'

'I hope so but for the timings of the office.'

'Why? What has time to do with it?'

'Remember I will be working till 7 and obviously will be late; then again having to rush early in the morning.

'Yes, time is a problem' she said smiling.

Chatting the time flew and soon after dinner, his mother set his bed in the sitting room and went to her own. There in the recluse of the four corners of her small room she slept peacefully.

The days continued to pass. Both mother and son were delighted to share what had happened in those five years. Shyam took good care of her by being a helping hand to her.

One Sunday sitting side by side and chatting they had spend nearly an hour and sub consciously Shyam's hand reached her head. It rested there for a minute before his fingers curled some of her hair. He continued curling and fondling her hair and when his fingers got entangled with her silky hair, his mother let out a soft moan.

This suddenly made him realize what he was doing and when he tried to remove his hand, his mother smiled and said 'its okay.'

Shyam continued fondling her hair. Though sub-consciously he had pulled many a times his mother did not object nor showed any signs of pain. Soon it was time for bed and his mother politely removed his hand from her hair before going to her room.

Once inside her room she was happy that though her son had grown up by five years his habits had not changed. Lying on her bed she recalled the little things he was used to do and visualizing them brought relief to her.

Next day as they were together on the sofa and Shyam was playing with her hair, Maya waited for him to nuzzle his face in her hair as he used to. She waited patiently and when he showed no signs she thought he might have forgotten. Though she was tempted to ask him she felt it better to leave it alone and went back to her room.

The next morning as Shyam was about to leave for office he called his mother asking her whether she had seen his wrist watch. On hearing him, her mind raced back five years and recalled how he used to misplace his watch and it had become customary for her to find it and strap it on his wrist.

Gleefully she searched for his watch and on finding she strapped it on his wrist and said 'some habits don't die.'

'What Ma,'asked Shyam not hearing her words?

Without answering him she pushed him out as she used to and when she turned back an emotional wave went through her. She felt as if she was winning back her lost days.

The whole day she was busy and after supper as they sat together Shyam continued to fondle her hair and she was hoping against hope that he would pull some hair and cascade it over his face which did not happen. She was getting restless and when it was time to go to bed her patience faulted and she said 'have you not forgotten something.'

'What' asked a puzzled Shyam?

'What you used to do with my hair' she asked?

'Why, I used to caress them' he replied.

'And then?'

'Then what' he asked?

'Don't you remember you used to let my hair caress your face' she said.

'How can I forget the feeling of your soft silky hair?'

'But I don't see you doing it anymore' she said softly.

'Yes, you don't see me doing that and you know why?'

His mother shook her head.

'Because these days you don't wear the string of flowers,' he said

Those words sent a shiver through her body; how she can tell him the reason for wearing flowers, instead saying 'my mistake' she apologized.

'No it is not yours, I should have brought them for you' he replied back.

This was yet another shock. Her face turned crimson and a cold sweat ran up her spine thinking 'how could a son take the position of a hus. . . . .?' This made her run to her room.

Shyam was dumb founded. He was wondering what had made his mother run to her room. He had seen his mother turn crimson but could not understand it. He searched for the reason and not finding it, he went to bed a puzzled man.

The next day before Shyam could look for his wrist watch, his mother was holding it for him and on strapping she said 'you don't have to search for it any more'.

'That would be a big relief, thanks' he smiled.

'It's my pleasure' saying this she blushed.

Shyam stood looking at her blushing face. Not withstanding his stare, she pushed him out. Shyam turned back to have another look at her and seeing her beaming and attractive face he felt happy. With her face imprinted in his mind he went his way. The whole day his mother's radiant face flashed in front of him. He was only thinking of one thing and that was to buy flowers for her.

That evening Shyam stared at his mother. For the first time he looked at the way she was dressed and seeing her draped in a simple cotton sari he was pleased. There was nothing flashy in her dressing nor had she used any make up on her face. In spite of it she looked radiant and simply beautiful. He was enchanted by her beauty.

As he sat recollecting he did not see her come. As Maya neared the sofa the fragrance of the flowers hit her, she felt delighted and on the same time sheen of shyness appeared on her face.

Shyam had tucked the flowers under the sofa and he had no knowledge that his mother had felt its fragrance.

Sitting next to her, it took him lot of courage before he could place his hand on her hair. On any other day he would not have hesitated. Today was different as he had brought her flowers. Caressing and feeling her hair was fine but he did not dare fix the flowers in her hair. He kept fondling her hair.

Maya waited patiently for him and as minutes tricked by and her son did not move realizing his dilemma she said 'are you not going to fix the flowers.'

'How did you know' asked a baffled Shyam.

'I could smell its fragrance from a mile' she replied.

'Oh! You are too cute Ma' saying this Shyam picked the flowers up and fixed them in her hair.

'Thank you' said his mother blushing again.

'You look beautiful wearing them' he replied.

'Is it' she asked.

'And it looks great on you and its fragrance is divine' said he inhaling its growing fragrance.

'Will you bring me flowers again' she asked?

'Yes the fragrance inspires me.'

'Fragrance of flowers or of something else' she asked.

'Fragrance of flowers coupled with that of your . . . hair.' In fact Shyam wanted to say body but decided against it. Taking hold of a few locks of hair he let it cascade on his face. This made his body go warm. It was a wonderful feeling which both loved.

With warmness creeping over her body and getting excited by it she said 'do you know the meaning of placing flowers on a woman's locks.'

The moment she let out the words she regretted it and when her son replied in the negative she was glad. She felt fortunate as he did not press for an answer.

Shyam was more occupied in inhaling fragrance than answering. He was feeling a raw sensation creep up his body. Getting pumped up; he pulled his mother's tresses to his face which made his mother heave. Sensing he had pulled harshly he let go of it and said 'sorry.'

'It's okay. There is nothing to feel sorry about' saying this she got up and flashing a big smile went to her room.

Inside her room her thoughts were of what she had done. Was it correct to ask him to bring flowers? What if he comes to know its meaning? Was this wrong, she thought? Thinking he would not know its real meaning, she felt reassured and decided to carry on for some time? The prospect of the things to come made her feel excited.

Shyam was on cloud nine. He was glad as he had his mother's permission. This upped his ante and made him bold. He felt new sensations creep over his body and letting it to linger on he slept soundly.

Having over slept hurriedly he dressed for office. When his mother came to strap the watch his hand was already extended. Holding his hand his mother caressed the hair on it and this made him look at her.

'It is not just you who is fond of hair' she said as he looked at her.

This had an electrifying effect and made him look at his mother from head to toe. His mother was wearing a long petticoat and a shirt which happened to be her night dress. It covered her whole body and there was nothing left for any roaming eyes to see.

It was when his mother lifted her hands to push him out his eyes had a glimpse at the dark patch under her arms. Shyam was excited to see that his mother had a thick patch of hair on her arm pits. As it was just a fleeting glance he tried to peep again but before he could his mother pushed him out of the house.

Once in office Shyam recollected the events of the previous day. Step by step he replayed all that was said and when he recaptured the words of his mother 'do you know the meaning of placing flowers on a woman's locks,' he made it a point to learn about it.

He need not had to go far as he saw one of his colleagues wearing a string of flowers. She was the talk of the office. He sat down to have a chat with her and dug out everything pertaining to its meaning and when she revealed it, he was aghast. His face turned crimson, his heart beat faster and he had no words to reply back when his colleague quizzed him. Saying I will tell you soon he left.

It struck him hard and suddenly he felt he was growing inside. It was not the first time he felt like this. Whenever he had thought about his mother, it had happened but today it had reached its maximum.

The whole day his mind was racing. He was wondering what would happen if he told his mother about it, how would she react. Would she or wouldn't she take it lightly. These were the thoughts running in his mind and finally he decided to keep quiet. He felt it would be better to wait for the appropriate time. With this decision he went home picking a string of flowers on the way.

He entered the house cautiously and seeing his mother busy he went in for a wash and after the meal he sat down on the sofa inhaling the aroma of fresh flowers. His mother saw him holding the flowers to his face. This again sent a rush of warmth through her and smiling playfully she sat down beside him and set her hair straight.

Shyam moved closer and taking hold of her tresses he nuzzled his face deeply into her soft silky hair inhaling its fragrance and then caressing them he took time to part some of her hair and when everything was to his satisfaction, he fixed the flowers. His mother was thrilled by the way he had fixed the flowers and in way of thanking him she pecked a kiss on his cheek..

Thrilled by her kiss Shyam instantly dug his face in her thick locks and as he nuzzled it deeper his lips met with the nape of her neck which sent a shiver down his spine. It was the first time that his lips had felt any part of her body. His mother too was excited on feeling his lips brushing the naked part of her neck and as she turned to face him, the same pair of lips brushed her cheeks.

The sudden brushing of his lips made her blush and before she could react, her son had straightened. Smiling at him she said 'do you like it so much.'

'Yes, I love touching its silkiness and on my face; it feels like being in..... he stopped.

'Yes, how do you feel at that moment' she asked.

'It feels as if I am in heaven' he replied.

'Do you want to be in heaven often' she asked shyly.

'Would love to,' he replied.

'I too love it when you fondle my hair and especially when you caress your face on it' she replied.

'How does it feel then' he shot back the question to her.

'Like you said it feels like heaven' she replied

'So we both love it' he said.

'Yes we do' she replied.

'It is my desire to touch you there' he said to himself thinking of the dark patch under her arms.

Seeing him talk to himself 'what are you dreaming of' asked his mother.

'I will tell you later' he replied.

'Want to keep it a secret.'

'For the time being' he replied.

'You are cute' saying it she again kissed him on the cheeks.

'Thanks, I was in need of that' he said.

'Happy.'

'More than happy' he replied.

'Can I go now' she asked getting up.

'I want to ask you something' he replied.

'Yes, what is it.' She came closer.

'Can you let your hair loose' he spoke softly.

'But then you would not be able to place the flowers in them' she replied feeling excited by his words.

'I don't need to place them any more' he replied.

'Why? Don't you like its fragrance any more' she asked.

'I love yours' he replied.

It shocked her to hear his reply. As this was leading to some intimate possessions of her body.

'Will I get something in return' she asked.

'What would you like to have' he asked.

'Mmmm a kiss would make me feel happy.

'Just a kiss' he asked.

'I will think of something else later,' saying this she went to her room.

Once inside her cubicle she again wondered what was going on. How could she say she wanted a kiss? Where was this leading to? She put forth lots of questions and unable to answer them she started to think again. She somehow felt everything would be fine. Finally she decided he was too young and the thoughts which were running in her mind were not what he was after. He was still a boy and such feelings hardly arose in them. Thinking on those lines she went to bed.

She was totally wrong in accessing him. He was a boy five years back but now, he was eighteen and knew everything about bees and birds.

The next morning he waited for his mother to strap the watch. He was waiting to have another glimpse of what he had seen the previous day. Then as she appeared in front of him his eyes were focused on her arm and as she lifted it to strap the watch, he was fascinated by the sight of her slender arm and as it was raised he got a glimpse, and then finally he had a clear view of her arm pits. His eyes popped out on looking at the lovely black hair nestled under her arms and as he stood staring at it; he was shocked to hear his mother say 'soft hair.'

Those words jolted him and when he looked down and saw her caressing the tiny hair on his arms, it brought him relief and taking a cue from her words he replied 'soft and lovely too.'

'Yes soft and lovely,' saying this she let her hand down which hid the exciting view.

Taking hold of her hand and lifting it to plant a kiss, his eyes were again focused on the dark patch under her arms. His eyes were glued to the spot while subconsciously his lips kept kissing her hand.

His mother saw him staring and when she saw where it was directed, she felt warm sensations creep through her body. Not being able to withstand it she said 'is it not getting late for you.'

'Yes, but I was waiting for you to finish strapping the watch' he said feigning lost.

'I finished it long back' she whispered in his ears.

'Oh! I did not notice' he replied.

'As if you did not' saying this she pushed him out of the house.

With those words ringing in his ears he went out.

Inside the house Maya went straight to her bedroom. Standing in front of the mirror she lifted her arms and the sight which reflected in the mirror made her shiver. She could see the dark patch of hair and knowing this was what that had attracted her son, she felt thrilled. She made it a point to confirm it.

As the evening descended she waited for her son to come. She had not changed her dress. She was not wearing a blouse as it hid her armpits. She wanted it to be visible and also she had let her hair loose.

Shyam was delighted on seeing his mother had let her hair loose, on closer scrutiny he found that she was still wearing the shirt and it sent a thrill up his spine. Feeling excited he went to have wash and by the time he came his dinner was ready.

After dinner with the cleaning over, Maya slowly threaded her way to the sofa. She was surprised to see Shyam not carrying flowers. Sitting next to him she held his hand and started feeling his soft hair.

'Thank you Ma' said Shyam.

'For what.' she spoke softly caressing his hair.

'For letting your hair loose' he replied.

'It's my pleasure.'

'This is lovely' he said feeling the silkiness of her soft loose hair and as he let it caress over his face.

'How does it feel' his mother whispered.

'As I told you like heaven' he replied, inhaling its fragrance.

'And what is heaven like today' she asked.

Inhaling its aroma he said 'it can be felt not described.'

'You, you have changed Shyam.'

'How' he asked?

'You have grown up. You are not the same as you were earlier.'

'No I have not.'

'Then I think your vocabulary has changed.'

'May be, is it to your liking' he asked.

'Very much, it is very masculine' she replied assertively.

Those words were encouraging. Caressing her hair he let one of his hand drift down and on holding her hand he said 'you know you have lovely hands.'

'Why, what's so lovely about them' she asked.

'They are so soft and so warm' he said lifting her arm.

'Are you gauging its warmth' she asked.

'Yes, they are warmer over here' he said as his fingers reached close to its destination.

'Is it so? Do you think it is warmer up there' she asked lifting her hand a little allowing him more access.

'It is warmer and more exciting to feel' he said sliding his fingers under her arm.

'What's more exciting to feel, my arms or something else' she asked?

'What else would I want to feel' he said without moving his fingers further.

'What you were staring at this morning' she said softly.

'What was I staring at' he asked blushingly.

'What you love to touch and feel,' she replied.

'How do you know that I want to touch and feel you there' he said.

'It's because I saw you staring at it' she replied.

Knowing very well he was caught and to come out of it he said 'is it for that reason you are wearing this shirt' he asked.

'Why? Are you not happy' she asked.

'I am but I did not feel it properly' he replied.

'But I felt your fingers brace them' she said moving closer.

'What did my fingers brace' he asked her.

'My armpits' she replied blushing.

'And what's there in your armpits that I would like to touch' he asked?

'Soft silky hair. ' Her breathing increased as she let those words out.

'Yes, I love to feel them, your soft hair' saying it, his hand slid under her arm and feeling her wet armpits he asked 'why are they so damp.'

'That's the course of the nature' she replied shyly.

Shyam was excited to hear her words and as he tried to cup her armpit his knuckles touched the forbidden softness of his mother's body. Unknowingly his knuckles had braced the swollen underside of her breast and this made him to withdraw his hand immediately.

Maya too felt the light pressure of his fingers on her breast. She had not anticipated this and seeing Shyam baffled and to change the subject, she said 'don't you owe me something.'

'What do I owe you' asked Shyam regaining his lost composure.

'Remember what you had bargained for' she said.

'Yes, I remember it very well' he replied.

'And are you not going to keep up your promise' she asked.

'I would have but for the tight shirt you are wearing' he replied.

'What has my shirt to do with it' she asked, not getting his meaning.

'It is difficult to execute what I have in mind' he replied.

'Are we not talking about the kiss you owe me' she asked.

'Yes, we are.'

'Then what has my shirt to do with it' she asked a little puzzled.

'It hinders in planting the kiss' he said and looked for her reactions.

It suddenly dawned on Maya. Her body sizzled at the very thought of it. She knew then that he wanted to kiss her under her armpits. It sent shivers up her spine as she had never felt before. The warm sensations further encouraged her to continue the chat and she said 'what have I do to receive it.'

'You have to wear something loose' he replied.

'Like?'

'Like a shirt two sizes bigger or you have to bare your arms' he replied.

'Do I have to go to such an extent just to receive a kiss' she said?

'Well it is for you to decide' he replied.

'Why? Can't you kiss me on my cheeks' she asked?

'Yes, I can but I want to . . .' he said.

'What do you want to' she asked again.

'Kiss you there'

'Under my armpits' she asked.

'Yes, under your armpits' he replied.

You are being naughty' she said as she got up to leave.

'So what have you decided to wear' he asked when she got up.

'I won't tell you, you are a cheat' she bawled at him.

'I have an offer to make' he said.

'What is it' she said turning back.

'It is a deal and it is to be finalized' he replied.

'Tell me what you have up your sleeve' she asked.

'It is about what you have up your sleeve' he said and as his mother opened her mouth to scream at him 'I can lend you my shirt in exchange for a kiss, a kiss on my .......'

'Ah! A very bright idea. I will be the looser both ways and you will be a winner hands down' she said.

'You would gain something, think about it' he said.

'What would I gain' she said.

'You would be able to get a kiss which I think no one has offered you before' he replied.

His words made her to think. Yes, no one had offered it and there were not many with whom she had gone so far.

Seeing her in thought he said 'shall we okay the deal.'

'You did not tell me where you want me to kiss you' she said.

'As if you don't know' he replied.

'It is very difficult to judge your intentions, you are naughty' she said as she squeezed his ear.

'Okay where do you want to kiss me' he asked.

'On this pretty face' she said squeezing his cheeks.

'Yes it is on my face, but I want it on a particular spot' he said.

'And I think I have an idea as to where that spot is' she replied blushing.

'You know it' he asked, getting excited on seeing her blushing face.

'Yes, I know it' she replied mischievously.

'Tell me' he said eagerly.

'You want to know it' she asked still squeezing his cheeks.

'Yes, yes' he replied getting excited.

'On your forehead' saying this she ran to her room.

Shyam knew that she had played a joke on him. Whatever it was one thing was certain that his mother was game enough. With these thoughts he went to bed.

Maya felt happy on having teased him. She looked forward eagerly for what was in store for the coming days.

With the night gone the morning stepped in. There was no evidence of what had transpired earlier and everything was casual. When it was time for Shyam to leave for office, Maya fondly strapped his wristwatch and holding his hand she kissed his palm and when his eyes started to roam she pushed him out of the house.

With him out of the way she went to clean up the house. It was then she saw a shirt lying on the sofa. It was light blue in color. Maya knew why it was there. Instinctively she picked it up and as she neared her room she felt her body tremble.

Holding her breath she stood before the mirror and looked at her reflection which she had not done for a long time. She saw her face was gleaming with perspiration and as she lifted her shirt to wipe, she saw her naked waist. She stood still and looked at the exposed part of her body. Seeing her waistline the tingling sensations started to creep up and so did the shirt till it exposed her breasts enclosed in an old bra. The bra being used frequently was tattered at some places and the swelling mounds of her breasts were visible. This heightened her pleasure and as she drew the shirt out of her body she was happy to see her figure.

She was glad that the time had not dented her figure. She was exquisitely built and she was tempted to discard her bra and look at her breasts for which she could not muster enough courage. Her hands took the blue shirt and as she put it on and buttoned up she looked again at the mirror.

The shirt was large for her. The cut at the sides revealed a strip of her flesh and as the texture was light coloured the outline of her bra was visible. This was a shade too flashy for her and if she wore it she felt she would be sending wrong signals to him. It was okay to the extent they had gone and further even it leads to a kiss or two she would not mind. But it had to stop there and to continue would be bad.

With these thoughts she changed her mind. She looked into her closet and came out with a night gown which she had hardly worn. It was loose, it was the same blue color and the main thing it hid her undergarments. No seam or any impressions of her undergarments were visible. It was perfect as it would not send wrong signals.

Having selected it she continued with her work. The time flew and soon she heard her son mounting the steps. She was at the door to welcome him.

Shyam was happy to see her dressed in the long gown. It added an inch to her height and she looked graceful. This made his heart leap out for her. Controlling himself he went and finished his chores.

It took some time for his mother to come out of the kitchen. At first she was a little hesitant but regaining her poise and feeling nothing would go wrong she sat down beside him.

Both were silent. They could not speak for a while and when they turned and faced each other their shyness faded a little.

'How was your day' it was Shyam who spoke first.

'As usual' she replied.

'But I see some changes' he said looking at her gown.

'Yes, I had to wash the other garments' she replied.

'I had felt behind something for you' he said.

'What' she asked as if not knowing.

'I had left behind a shirt for you to wear' he replied.

'Why, what's wrong with this' she said looking at her gown.

'Nothing but I was hoping you would wear my shirt' he replied.

'May be someday,' saying this she lifted her hands to tie her hair in a bun.

'No, let it be loose' he said.

'It is hot today' she said.

'Shall I switch on the fan' he asked.

'It is not that necessary,' saying this she shook her head and let her hair fall loose.

It was a sight to see her hair flying and feeling thrilled Shyam said 'Do that again.'

'What' she asked him.

'Let your hair fly' he replied.

'You like to see it' she asked.

'Yes, yes' he replied.

'I think I have a better idea,' saying this she turned to face him and gripping his shoulders she let her hair fall over his head cascading his face.

Shyam was enchanted when her silky hair fell upon his face. Though it blinded him he was excited to feel the soft silky hair caressing his face. Pushing aside a few strands he looked deeply into his mother's face. It was a blessing in disguise to have an opportunity to look at her radiant face so close by.

Maya too felt a lot better to have her hair shielding most of their faces. She thought it was perfect considering the fact what they had in mind.

Shyam, whose hands were free, took the first step. Lifting them and placing on her arms he said. 'You look exquisite.'

Maya blushed on hearing his words.

'I never expected to see your face from such a close range and it feels great' he said.

'What makes you feel great' she replied.

'On being so close,' he said.

'We had to be this close, isn't it' she said shyly.

'Yes, yes' he said looking deep into her lovely face.

'For what you have in mind' she spoke softly.

'What do I have in mind which needs us to be this close' he asked in the same tone.

'How can you do it without being close' she asked.

'I don't know? It is you who has to do it' he replied teasing her while he held her arm.

'Is this not to your liking' she said feeling his fingers reach up her arm.

'Of course it is' he said as his fingers slid up her arms.

'And it is to your advantage, is it not' she said.

'Like,' he asked, slipping his hand under the sleeve of her loose night gown.

'Like you are close, the light is just enough, your face is feeling my silky hair; the gown I am wearing is to your advantage and what not.'

'How is the gown to my advantage' he asked as his hand slipped inside her sleeve and held armpit.

'For what you did just now' she said getting excited on his feeling her armpit.

'What did I do' he said as his fingers felt her damp armpits.

'Slipped your hand inside the sleeve to touch and feel' she replied.

'What did it touch and feel' he asked as his fingers caressed her damp hair.

'The hair under my armpits' she replied.

'Yes, I have felt your hair' he replied.

'Now that you have touched them, how do you feel' she asked.

'Heavenly' replied Shyam.

'What's so heavenly about them' her body writhed as she let out the words.

'Because you are wet' replied Shyam.

Maya was aghast to hear those words. Her body started trembling, it was convulsing and this was pure desire. This was not love but it was the inner cravings of her body. Her body shuddered when she heard those words and not being in a position to reply, she acted as if she had not heard him and looked at him.

'Why are you so damp there' said Shyam again.

'I told you it is because of nature' she replied shyly.

'Is it because of nature, is it not for something else' he asked.

'I might have perspired more' she replied.

'Can there be any reason for your perspiring so much' he asked looking at her face.

'As I said it is hot today' saying this she looked at him.

'Yes, it is hot today' he replied.

'It is because of that' she said shyly.

'And I love when it is hot' he said.

'What' asked his mother?

'When it is warm and damp' he said as his hand gripped her underarm.

'Do you like things to be wet' she asked softly.

'Yes, I like it to be wet and slippery' saying this he placed his lips on her arm and started kissing her with moist lips.

'You are making it damper' she replied getting excited.

'More the better' he said as he continued kissing her arm and moving up.

'Do you like kissing there when it is wet' she let out those words.

'Yes, I am loving it' saying this he kissed the wet patch of hair.
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