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On the king size bed in the privacy of their bedroom Alka was thrashing her body wildly while her husband was pounding his cock deep into cunt. She could feel his cock throbbing inside her cunt and knew that any moment he may spurt. As she lifted her legs and allowed his cock to penetrate deeper, giving a final trust her husband spent his sperm into her and being exhausted lay upon her crushing her on the bed. She liked it as it was on rare occasion that he fucked her, more so when he had planned to go on a tour. It was his way of telling her that he will out for few days. Alka looked forward for his tours as it was during this time he used her body.
Today it was different as her husband had asked her to take their son and visit her mother. She was worried thinking about her mother who came from a nomad family. She was worried about the stories her mother would tell her teenaged son. She was worried it may upset him. Apart from the stories the rituals her mother believed in were shocking to some extent.
Was it necessary to take her son along was the question running through her mind. It would have been okay if they had to stay for a day or two, but her husband was keen in her having a long holiday. He had hinted a month. How was she going to control his son so long in the small hamlet was what that was harping her.
On one hand she was eager to flee. She wanted to show off to the women of her hamlet her status, her gadgets and her dresses as at the time she was married her husband was not rich but the present situation had changed drastically and he was stinking rich. What she had to show the women folk made her hurry to reach there.
Vinit her 18 year old son too was eager to meet his Grand Ma whom he called Ma. She had a strong bond towards him as he was the only male in her clan. She always treated him like a king. All his wishes were granted and the best part was she treated him like a man and five years had lapsed since he had visited her.
So with her 18 year olf son she took off the next morning. Alka's husband had provided them with his car and had instructed the driver to drop them and return. He wanted to be assured they had reached the hamlet and would return only when the car was sent again. He wanted them out of his pants as he was expecting a delegation to visit his company and there were many friends in it whom he wanted to entertain at his mansion. He had planned every thing meticulously.
They reached the hamlet in the far off woods and as there was no motor able road leading to her Grandma's house they had to thread the last half a kilometer. It was while they were trekking some k**s saw them and sprinted away to inform Grandma of their arrival.
As they slowly threaded their way carrying bag and baggage's amidst the woods and reached home, grandma was waiting to receive carrying a few earthen pots in her hands. Vinit was surprised when he saw his Grandma and wondered whether she really was his Grandma. She looked just a few years older than his Mom.
Alka on reaching her mother's house took a deep breath as she knew she had to pass through lots of rituals to enter the house. Having removed her high heeled sandals she allowed a few maidens to anoint sandalwood paste on her feet. Then she had to dip her feet in the vermilion water and doing so lifted her sari up a little. As she stepped on the small bowls of liquid she saw her son looking at her. He was keenly watching the rituals.
After dipping her feet in the liquid as she stepped into the house all the women surrounded her and making her sit on a stool started anointing sandal wood paste on her face arms and legs. Her mother was the last person to do so and as she completed she looked upon Vinit and directed him to come forward.
Vinit hesitating a little moved forward and taking a little paste he applied it on his mothers face and hands and as he turned back, his grandma asked him to apply the same on her legs.
Vinit turned to see his mother smiling. She lifted her sari a little to allow him to apply the paste. Shying a little he moved forward and applying the paste on his mother's legs as fast as he could he turned which made all the women laugh at his predicament? Later he felt glad that he had touched her legs.
Thus the welcome ritual came to an end and as they settled down Grandma taking hold of Vinit said 'have you forgotten your Ma. Why did you take so long to come' and before he could answer taking hold of him and facing the people present said 'my king has come.' That was the regards and respect the clan showered on any male and Vinit being the only male in her family she showered all her love on him. She hugged her grandson.
There she goes thought Alka seeing her mother hug her son and wondered what's to follow. Next Alka was then taken to the bathroom where the maidens washed her face arms and legs. She felt thrilled to see them completing the rituals.
Grandma's house contained a few spacious rooms but had only one bath room. As there were no phones or power lines in the small hamlet grandma used kerosene lamps for lighting.
When the rituals were over it started to get dark. A few of the women present started lighting kerosene lamps. The hue of the lights was pleasing and Vinit was excited. After having the meals Alka excused to go to her room. Seeing her depart 'why don't you take your son to your room' asked her mother.
'Ma, he can manage by himself' replied Alka shaking her head.
'Shall I fix him up in the other room' asked her Ma.
'Yes that would be fine' as Alka said it she thought why can't she understand that he is not a c***d any more.
Why cant she understand that he has grown up now thought her mother.
The first thing Vinit saw on entering his room was that there were no cots. In fact for a few stools there was no other furniture visible in the entire house. Left alone in the vast room and lying on the mattresses on the floor he felt excited. As he was dog dammed tired he slept under the illumination of the kerosene lamp.
Next morning after waking up as he went to the bathroom he was in for a shock as there was no shower, no taps and no sink. Expect for a toilet basin at one corner and a bucket the room was totally naked. Hanging his clothes on a make shift hangar made out of nails he sat down to take a bath. As he was having the bath he saw streaks of light penetrating the room. On closer scrutiny he found it to be coming from the holes made on the door by termites. This again thrilled him.
Having finished his bath as he stepped into the kitchen his grandma screamed at him for having entered wearing his sandals. Removing he joined his mother and sitting down on the mat he had cup of steaming coffee whose aroma lingered even after he finished it.
As he sat in the small cubicle of the kitchen he saw his grandma cooking on a stove using firewood. The smoke billowing out of the firewood had a pleasant aroma. As his eyes wandered he saw his grandma sweating from the heat of the fire. As he stared at her his mother said 'this is the life of the village.'
'But how does she manage' he said looking at his grandma.
'You should have seen how we lived earlier' replied his grandma.
'Why what was there at that time' he asked.
'At that time there was no proper roof on our heads, no walls and no stoves. We used to live in forests whether it rained or shined in small tents.
'It is difficult for me to visualize' he said.
'Yes it is difficult for you as you have not seen it, but it was good as we never stayed at one place. We used to shift our camps every now and then depending upon the season' said she.
'I wish I get an opportunity to camp in the open' he said.
'If you are interested I can arrange it provided you are ready to use the fields instead of a bathroom' she said smiling to herself.
'There is not much difference in your present bathroom' he said thinking of the holes in the door.
'At least this house has one while others' she shook her head.
After finishing breakfast his mother got up and changing into a new sari came out looking dazzling. Vinit at that moment did not know that she was going out to impress her cousins.
After his mother left Vinit was alone with his grandma 'how do you manage to live in this house' he said.
'As I told you it is a luxury considering what I have been through. Come let's go to the fields' saying this she dragged him out of the house without bothering to lock it up.
After trekking for a few minutes they reached a vast field and pointing it out 'this is what I have toiled for my whole life and it is all yours' she said as she sat down under a tree.
Vinit was numb hearing this and did not know how to reply back. 'Ma, tell me about those days' he said.
'It is a long story but to cut it short it was good till it lasted' she replied wiping the sweat with the top of her sari. Our clan was a small one and had its own culture which was weird.
'Why do you call it weird' asked Vinit.
'There were no religions, no rules and no marriages' she said.
'No marriages what do you mean' he said.
'Yes no marriages. At first the men earn their women and later sell them or use them to gamble' she said.
'But how' asked Vinit.
'Sometimes by gambling and sometimes by force' she said.
'You women didn't have any say' he asked.
'No we were just silent spectator's' she replied.
'How did Grandpa earn you?'
'He was a very shrewd gambler' she replied.
'By gambling?'
'Yes by gambling and those rituals were weird if you consider them now. As I came of age there were four persons who wanted to possess me and he outwitted each one of them.
'And you accepted him as your husband.'
'I was proud of him but it did not last long' she replied.
'Why what happened' he asked.
'He wanted to win another vixen but as he could not cheat the nature, he drowned.' She said.
'Then what happened' he asked.
'I ran away'
'Why?'
'I ran because there is no life after her man dies. She is treated like a slave and moreover I was carrying your mother' she said.
'What happened to your clan' he asked.
'They broke away, a few came here and the others got s**ttered. What I have told you I have not even told your mother' she said as she spread her legs stretching them.
'Why me' he asked.
'Because you are a man our man' she said and as she folded her legs back her skirt moved exposing some of her thighs.
'Why do you still follow those rituals' he asked?
'How can I forget them, I was born in such a clan'
'Don't you have any regrets now' he asked.
'Not when I have you, you are my king' saying it she bowed.
It was then he realized that in her clan man was the king. 'The facts are astonishing' he said.
'More than astonishing they were exciting' she said and hoped he could understand her statement.
'What was so exciting' he asked.
'If you would hear the details they will be exciting' she said.
'Why don't you tell me' he asked.
'I could but I am worried as to what your mother would say' she said.
'Why, what would she say' he asked.
'She may feel that I have spoilt you. Moreover it is not the right time and I need to be free' she replied.
'What about tomorrow' he asked.
'Let's see how the situation would be' she said getting up.
Vinit still sitting under the shade of the tree looked at his grandma. It was hard to believe that she was his mother's mother. Joining her 'can I ask you something' he said.
'Yes what is it' she said.
'You don't look like a grandma' he said.
'What makes you say that' she said being pleased with the question.
'You look young' he said.
Is it not good that I look young? She said 'That is because I toil in these fields from morning to evening.
'Even today you look great' he said.
'You should have seen me twenty years ago' she said and wished she could tell him about those days.
'How I wish I was born then' he said.
'Yes every man hopes for the same, come lets go' she said.
Vinit tamely followed her and when they reached home he saw his mother busy distributing gifts to her cousins and friends. As he watched keenly he observed a woman who drew his attention. In every way she resembled his grandma. Making a point to enquire about her he went to his room.
After sometime his mother joining him in the room asked 'where did Ma take you.'
'She showed me her fields' he replied.
'What did she have to say' she asked.
'Nothing she said she had to toil hard to maintain it' he replied.
'Yes she has toiled her whole life to maintain it' she said.
'I feel sorry for her, she lives all alone' he said.
'Yes that's something which worries me too' she replied.
'Why don't we stay with her' he asked.
'What about your dad' she replied.
'Yes, why don't I stay with her' he asked.
'Can you, can you stay in this small hamlet' she asked.
'Yes if you keep visiting us' he said.
'That would depend upon a lot of factors' saying this she got up.
As she got up from the floor Vinit saw a glimpse of her naked legs right up to her knees and when she moved he felt there is not much difference between her and Ma. They almost had the same physique. While his mother was a little plum his Ma was fit and today he had seen both their bare legs.
After a nap as he went in he saw his grandma alone. Sitting besides 'who was the woman Mom was talking to' he said.
'The one with a yellow dress' asked his grandma.
'Yes'
'She is your mother's best friend. Why do you ask' she said.
'She resembles you a lot' he replied.
'You have a keen pair of eyes. She is from my clan' she said. 'Why did she leave the clan' he asked.
'Her life was more miserable than mine' she said.
'I wish you could tell me' he said.
'When I can't tell you what happened to me how I can tell you about her' she said.
'I will wait' saying this he resigned.
What am I going to do with this man; he is getting eager thought his grandma.
Changing the subject he asked 'how do you spend your spare time.'
'I play' saying this she got up and removing some beads from a box she showed him.
Vinit was surprised when he had them in his hands as they were not beads but colorful stones and they were sparkling.
'How do you play this game' he asked.
'It is a lengthy procedure' she replied.
'Is this the game in which grandpa won' he asked.
'Yes they were his stones' saying this she was thoughtful.
'Can we play this game sometime' he asked.
'What do you have to bet on' as soon as she uttered those words she felt she should not have.
Seeing her thoughtful Vinit felt he was on the right track. 'What did they bet with' he asked.
'Especially women' she said and quickly changing the subject 'anything which they fancied.' The game had many levels.
Vinit knew she was hiding something and not to force her he kept quiet and was glad when his mother stepped in. Soon it got dark and Vinit feeling tired got up to go to his room.
'Why are you leaving so soon' asked his grandma.
'My feet are aching' he replied.
'Why don't you ask your mother to press them' said she looking at Alka.
'Ma, he can manage' replied Alka suddenly.
'What kind of a woman are you. Don't you see he is in pain? We used to do it almost everyday' she said.
'Ma those days were different' Alka tried to pacify her.
'No if you are not doing it, let me' saying this as she got up.
'Okay, okay I will take care of him' saying this reluctantly she went into his room.
Vinit was surprised when his mother came. As she sat down and started pressing his feet 'don't expect me to do this everyday' she said.
'Why' he asked.
'As if you would press my feet if they were aching' she said.
'Have you ever asked me' he said.
'No'
'Then how can you say I will not' he replied.
His answer jolted her. 'will you really press them' she asked.
'Of course I will help my Mom to relieve her pain' he replied.
'How sweet of you and now you better sleep as I am also tired' she said continuing pressing his feet.
'I am feeling better, you may go and rest' he said.
But as Alka was pressing his feet it felt nice to grip them. Caressing them softly she moved her hand on his heels and as she felt it tickle him 'are you okay' she asked.
'Yes Mom, it is' he replied softly.
Continuing massaging his feet something flashed in her mind. It was something her best friend had said that she recalled it. She had spoken of those days when she was in the forest. She had said she had enjoyed pressing the feet of her man. It was okay as it was her man but then this was her son. Why I am feeling excited she thought. Shaking her head she held the other foot in her hand.
Vinit felt good as his mother continued massaging his feet. Without uttering a word he enjoyed it till sleep took over.
Seeing him sleeping Alka silently left the room light hearted.
Next morning when his mother left to meet her friends, seeing his grandma alone he went and sat near her.
'How's your feet' asked his grandma.
'It is better after mother pressed them' he replied.
'Your mother was reluctant to go and I forced her. That woman does not understand her duties' she said.
'May be she presses Dad's feet' he said.
'It is not the question of a father or son. It's the man that counts' she stressed the point.
'You mean whoever it is' as he asked the question a thrill went up his spine.
'Yes and moreover she cannot say no to you' she replied.
Hearing her words it excited him. 'Next time I will see that she does not hesitate' she said.
'What if her feet aches' he asked?
'How can a woman ask a man? Well it would be different if he does it on his own' she said.
'But I will be more than happy to oblige her' said Vinit
There was mixed emotions on her face. 'But I wont force you to do it' she replied.
Meanwhile Alka was showing off her things to her friends and cousins. All were impressed at the clothes she displayed and as she tried her high heels she slipped and sprained her ankle. Suddenly her son's face flashed through her mind which made her blush and the next moment she forgot it.
As evening descended and they had their supper that his grandma opening up the subject asked 'how are your feet?'
'Much better' replied Vinit.
'So you don't want me to press your feet' asked his mother.
'No thanks Mom' he said though he wanted her to press them.
'Don't tell me I did not ask you' replied Alka.
'If his feet are not aching it does not mean you don't put him to bed' injected her mother.
'Ma, I asked him no' she said.
'Yes you did but at least see if his bed is made' said her mother.
'At our place it is done by our ayah' said Alka.
'Here you don't have an ayah and in the morning see that there is sufficient water for him to bathe' saying this she went to her room.
'She is a funny woman, now don't laugh come on' she said as Vinit was smiling.
Once inside the four walls of the room Alka was a changed person. Dusting his bed and setting it right she looked at him and said 'the bed is ready your highness.'
'Oh! Come on Mom' saying it Vinit went down on the bed.
Alka sat beside him looking at his son. Seeing him spread on the bed she felt a vague sensation. Bending down she held his leg in her hand and started to knead it and as she tried to creep her hand up his leg his pants came in the way. Holding the bottom of his pant 'are you going to sleep with pants on' she asked.
'No I will remove them later' replied Vinit.
'When in the morning' she asked.
'No after you leave' he replied.
'Why don't you remove them now' she asked.
'I feel ashamed to remove them in front of you' he replied gently.
'Why should you be ashamed to remove your pants in front of your mother' she said.
'I have not done it before' he replied.
On the king size bed in the privacy of their bedroom Alka was thrashing her body wildly while her husband was pounding his cock deep into cunt. She could feel his cock throbbing inside her cunt and knew that any moment he may spurt. As she lifted her legs and allowed his cock to penetrate deeper, giving a final trust her husband spent his sperm into her and being exhausted lay upon her crushing her on the bed. She liked it as it was on rare occasion that he fucked her, more so when he had planned to go on a tour. It was his way of telling her that he will out for few days. Alka looked forward for his tours as it was during this time he used her body.
Today it was different as her husband had asked her to take their son and visit her mother. She was worried thinking about her mother who came from a nomad family. She was worried about the stories her mother would tell her teenaged son. She was worried it may upset him. Apart from the stories the rituals her mother believed in were shocking to some extent.
Was it necessary to take her son along was the question running through her mind. It would have been okay if they had to stay for a day or two, but her husband was keen in her having a long holiday. He had hinted a month. How was she going to control his son so long in the small hamlet was what that was harping her.
On one hand she was eager to flee. She wanted to show off to the women of her hamlet her status, her gadgets and her dresses as at the time she was married her husband was not rich but the present situation had changed drastically and he was stinking rich. What she had to show the women folk made her hurry to reach there.
Vinit her 18 year old son too was eager to meet his Grand Ma whom he called Ma. She had a strong bond towards him as he was the only male in her clan. She always treated him like a king. All his wishes were granted and the best part was she treated him like a man and five years had lapsed since he had visited her.
So with her 18 year olf son she took off the next morning. Alka's husband had provided them with his car and had instructed the driver to drop them and return. He wanted to be assured they had reached the hamlet and would return only when the car was sent again. He wanted them out of his pants as he was expecting a delegation to visit his company and there were many friends in it whom he wanted to entertain at his mansion. He had planned every thing meticulously.
They reached the hamlet in the far off woods and as there was no motor able road leading to her Grandma's house they had to thread the last half a kilometer. It was while they were trekking some k**s saw them and sprinted away to inform Grandma of their arrival.
As they slowly threaded their way carrying bag and baggage's amidst the woods and reached home, grandma was waiting to receive carrying a few earthen pots in her hands. Vinit was surprised when he saw his Grandma and wondered whether she really was his Grandma. She looked just a few years older than his Mom.
Alka on reaching her mother's house took a deep breath as she knew she had to pass through lots of rituals to enter the house. Having removed her high heeled sandals she allowed a few maidens to anoint sandalwood paste on her feet. Then she had to dip her feet in the vermilion water and doing so lifted her sari up a little. As she stepped on the small bowls of liquid she saw her son looking at her. He was keenly watching the rituals.
After dipping her feet in the liquid as she stepped into the house all the women surrounded her and making her sit on a stool started anointing sandal wood paste on her face arms and legs. Her mother was the last person to do so and as she completed she looked upon Vinit and directed him to come forward.
Vinit hesitating a little moved forward and taking a little paste he applied it on his mothers face and hands and as he turned back, his grandma asked him to apply the same on her legs.
Vinit turned to see his mother smiling. She lifted her sari a little to allow him to apply the paste. Shying a little he moved forward and applying the paste on his mother's legs as fast as he could he turned which made all the women laugh at his predicament? Later he felt glad that he had touched her legs.
Thus the welcome ritual came to an end and as they settled down Grandma taking hold of Vinit said 'have you forgotten your Ma. Why did you take so long to come' and before he could answer taking hold of him and facing the people present said 'my king has come.' That was the regards and respect the clan showered on any male and Vinit being the only male in her family she showered all her love on him. She hugged her grandson.
There she goes thought Alka seeing her mother hug her son and wondered what's to follow. Next Alka was then taken to the bathroom where the maidens washed her face arms and legs. She felt thrilled to see them completing the rituals.
Grandma's house contained a few spacious rooms but had only one bath room. As there were no phones or power lines in the small hamlet grandma used kerosene lamps for lighting.
When the rituals were over it started to get dark. A few of the women present started lighting kerosene lamps. The hue of the lights was pleasing and Vinit was excited. After having the meals Alka excused to go to her room. Seeing her depart 'why don't you take your son to your room' asked her mother.
'Ma, he can manage by himself' replied Alka shaking her head.
'Shall I fix him up in the other room' asked her Ma.
'Yes that would be fine' as Alka said it she thought why can't she understand that he is not a c***d any more.
Why cant she understand that he has grown up now thought her mother.
The first thing Vinit saw on entering his room was that there were no cots. In fact for a few stools there was no other furniture visible in the entire house. Left alone in the vast room and lying on the mattresses on the floor he felt excited. As he was dog dammed tired he slept under the illumination of the kerosene lamp.
Next morning after waking up as he went to the bathroom he was in for a shock as there was no shower, no taps and no sink. Expect for a toilet basin at one corner and a bucket the room was totally naked. Hanging his clothes on a make shift hangar made out of nails he sat down to take a bath. As he was having the bath he saw streaks of light penetrating the room. On closer scrutiny he found it to be coming from the holes made on the door by termites. This again thrilled him.
Having finished his bath as he stepped into the kitchen his grandma screamed at him for having entered wearing his sandals. Removing he joined his mother and sitting down on the mat he had cup of steaming coffee whose aroma lingered even after he finished it.
As he sat in the small cubicle of the kitchen he saw his grandma cooking on a stove using firewood. The smoke billowing out of the firewood had a pleasant aroma. As his eyes wandered he saw his grandma sweating from the heat of the fire. As he stared at her his mother said 'this is the life of the village.'
'But how does she manage' he said looking at his grandma.
'You should have seen how we lived earlier' replied his grandma.
'Why what was there at that time' he asked.
'At that time there was no proper roof on our heads, no walls and no stoves. We used to live in forests whether it rained or shined in small tents.
'It is difficult for me to visualize' he said.
'Yes it is difficult for you as you have not seen it, but it was good as we never stayed at one place. We used to shift our camps every now and then depending upon the season' said she.
'I wish I get an opportunity to camp in the open' he said.
'If you are interested I can arrange it provided you are ready to use the fields instead of a bathroom' she said smiling to herself.
'There is not much difference in your present bathroom' he said thinking of the holes in the door.
'At least this house has one while others' she shook her head.
After finishing breakfast his mother got up and changing into a new sari came out looking dazzling. Vinit at that moment did not know that she was going out to impress her cousins.
After his mother left Vinit was alone with his grandma 'how do you manage to live in this house' he said.
'As I told you it is a luxury considering what I have been through. Come let's go to the fields' saying this she dragged him out of the house without bothering to lock it up.
After trekking for a few minutes they reached a vast field and pointing it out 'this is what I have toiled for my whole life and it is all yours' she said as she sat down under a tree.
Vinit was numb hearing this and did not know how to reply back. 'Ma, tell me about those days' he said.
'It is a long story but to cut it short it was good till it lasted' she replied wiping the sweat with the top of her sari. Our clan was a small one and had its own culture which was weird.
'Why do you call it weird' asked Vinit.
'There were no religions, no rules and no marriages' she said.
'No marriages what do you mean' he said.
'Yes no marriages. At first the men earn their women and later sell them or use them to gamble' she said.
'But how' asked Vinit.
'Sometimes by gambling and sometimes by force' she said.
'You women didn't have any say' he asked.
'No we were just silent spectator's' she replied.
'How did Grandpa earn you?'
'He was a very shrewd gambler' she replied.
'By gambling?'
'Yes by gambling and those rituals were weird if you consider them now. As I came of age there were four persons who wanted to possess me and he outwitted each one of them.
'And you accepted him as your husband.'
'I was proud of him but it did not last long' she replied.
'Why what happened' he asked.
'He wanted to win another vixen but as he could not cheat the nature, he drowned.' She said.
'Then what happened' he asked.
'I ran away'
'Why?'
'I ran because there is no life after her man dies. She is treated like a slave and moreover I was carrying your mother' she said.
'What happened to your clan' he asked.
'They broke away, a few came here and the others got s**ttered. What I have told you I have not even told your mother' she said as she spread her legs stretching them.
'Why me' he asked.
'Because you are a man our man' she said and as she folded her legs back her skirt moved exposing some of her thighs.
'Why do you still follow those rituals' he asked?
'How can I forget them, I was born in such a clan'
'Don't you have any regrets now' he asked.
'Not when I have you, you are my king' saying it she bowed.
It was then he realized that in her clan man was the king. 'The facts are astonishing' he said.
'More than astonishing they were exciting' she said and hoped he could understand her statement.
'What was so exciting' he asked.
'If you would hear the details they will be exciting' she said.
'Why don't you tell me' he asked.
'I could but I am worried as to what your mother would say' she said.
'Why, what would she say' he asked.
'She may feel that I have spoilt you. Moreover it is not the right time and I need to be free' she replied.
'What about tomorrow' he asked.
'Let's see how the situation would be' she said getting up.
Vinit still sitting under the shade of the tree looked at his grandma. It was hard to believe that she was his mother's mother. Joining her 'can I ask you something' he said.
'Yes what is it' she said.
'You don't look like a grandma' he said.
'What makes you say that' she said being pleased with the question.
'You look young' he said.
Is it not good that I look young? She said 'That is because I toil in these fields from morning to evening.
'Even today you look great' he said.
'You should have seen me twenty years ago' she said and wished she could tell him about those days.
'How I wish I was born then' he said.
'Yes every man hopes for the same, come lets go' she said.
Vinit tamely followed her and when they reached home he saw his mother busy distributing gifts to her cousins and friends. As he watched keenly he observed a woman who drew his attention. In every way she resembled his grandma. Making a point to enquire about her he went to his room.
After sometime his mother joining him in the room asked 'where did Ma take you.'
'She showed me her fields' he replied.
'What did she have to say' she asked.
'Nothing she said she had to toil hard to maintain it' he replied.
'Yes she has toiled her whole life to maintain it' she said.
'I feel sorry for her, she lives all alone' he said.
'Yes that's something which worries me too' she replied.
'Why don't we stay with her' he asked.
'What about your dad' she replied.
'Yes, why don't I stay with her' he asked.
'Can you, can you stay in this small hamlet' she asked.
'Yes if you keep visiting us' he said.
'That would depend upon a lot of factors' saying this she got up.
As she got up from the floor Vinit saw a glimpse of her naked legs right up to her knees and when she moved he felt there is not much difference between her and Ma. They almost had the same physique. While his mother was a little plum his Ma was fit and today he had seen both their bare legs.
After a nap as he went in he saw his grandma alone. Sitting besides 'who was the woman Mom was talking to' he said.
'The one with a yellow dress' asked his grandma.
'Yes'
'She is your mother's best friend. Why do you ask' she said.
'She resembles you a lot' he replied.
'You have a keen pair of eyes. She is from my clan' she said. 'Why did she leave the clan' he asked.
'Her life was more miserable than mine' she said.
'I wish you could tell me' he said.
'When I can't tell you what happened to me how I can tell you about her' she said.
'I will wait' saying this he resigned.
What am I going to do with this man; he is getting eager thought his grandma.
Changing the subject he asked 'how do you spend your spare time.'
'I play' saying this she got up and removing some beads from a box she showed him.
Vinit was surprised when he had them in his hands as they were not beads but colorful stones and they were sparkling.
'How do you play this game' he asked.
'It is a lengthy procedure' she replied.
'Is this the game in which grandpa won' he asked.
'Yes they were his stones' saying this she was thoughtful.
'Can we play this game sometime' he asked.
'What do you have to bet on' as soon as she uttered those words she felt she should not have.
Seeing her thoughtful Vinit felt he was on the right track. 'What did they bet with' he asked.
'Especially women' she said and quickly changing the subject 'anything which they fancied.' The game had many levels.
Vinit knew she was hiding something and not to force her he kept quiet and was glad when his mother stepped in. Soon it got dark and Vinit feeling tired got up to go to his room.
'Why are you leaving so soon' asked his grandma.
'My feet are aching' he replied.
'Why don't you ask your mother to press them' said she looking at Alka.
'Ma, he can manage' replied Alka suddenly.
'What kind of a woman are you. Don't you see he is in pain? We used to do it almost everyday' she said.
'Ma those days were different' Alka tried to pacify her.
'No if you are not doing it, let me' saying this as she got up.
'Okay, okay I will take care of him' saying this reluctantly she went into his room.
Vinit was surprised when his mother came. As she sat down and started pressing his feet 'don't expect me to do this everyday' she said.
'Why' he asked.
'As if you would press my feet if they were aching' she said.
'Have you ever asked me' he said.
'No'
'Then how can you say I will not' he replied.
His answer jolted her. 'will you really press them' she asked.
'Of course I will help my Mom to relieve her pain' he replied.
'How sweet of you and now you better sleep as I am also tired' she said continuing pressing his feet.
'I am feeling better, you may go and rest' he said.
But as Alka was pressing his feet it felt nice to grip them. Caressing them softly she moved her hand on his heels and as she felt it tickle him 'are you okay' she asked.
'Yes Mom, it is' he replied softly.
Continuing massaging his feet something flashed in her mind. It was something her best friend had said that she recalled it. She had spoken of those days when she was in the forest. She had said she had enjoyed pressing the feet of her man. It was okay as it was her man but then this was her son. Why I am feeling excited she thought. Shaking her head she held the other foot in her hand.
Vinit felt good as his mother continued massaging his feet. Without uttering a word he enjoyed it till sleep took over.
Seeing him sleeping Alka silently left the room light hearted.
Next morning when his mother left to meet her friends, seeing his grandma alone he went and sat near her.
'How's your feet' asked his grandma.
'It is better after mother pressed them' he replied.
'Your mother was reluctant to go and I forced her. That woman does not understand her duties' she said.
'May be she presses Dad's feet' he said.
'It is not the question of a father or son. It's the man that counts' she stressed the point.
'You mean whoever it is' as he asked the question a thrill went up his spine.
'Yes and moreover she cannot say no to you' she replied.
Hearing her words it excited him. 'Next time I will see that she does not hesitate' she said.
'What if her feet aches' he asked?
'How can a woman ask a man? Well it would be different if he does it on his own' she said.
'But I will be more than happy to oblige her' said Vinit
There was mixed emotions on her face. 'But I wont force you to do it' she replied.
Meanwhile Alka was showing off her things to her friends and cousins. All were impressed at the clothes she displayed and as she tried her high heels she slipped and sprained her ankle. Suddenly her son's face flashed through her mind which made her blush and the next moment she forgot it.
As evening descended and they had their supper that his grandma opening up the subject asked 'how are your feet?'
'Much better' replied Vinit.
'So you don't want me to press your feet' asked his mother.
'No thanks Mom' he said though he wanted her to press them.
'Don't tell me I did not ask you' replied Alka.
'If his feet are not aching it does not mean you don't put him to bed' injected her mother.
'Ma, I asked him no' she said.
'Yes you did but at least see if his bed is made' said her mother.
'At our place it is done by our ayah' said Alka.
'Here you don't have an ayah and in the morning see that there is sufficient water for him to bathe' saying this she went to her room.
'She is a funny woman, now don't laugh come on' she said as Vinit was smiling.
Once inside the four walls of the room Alka was a changed person. Dusting his bed and setting it right she looked at him and said 'the bed is ready your highness.'
'Oh! Come on Mom' saying it Vinit went down on the bed.
Alka sat beside him looking at his son. Seeing him spread on the bed she felt a vague sensation. Bending down she held his leg in her hand and started to knead it and as she tried to creep her hand up his leg his pants came in the way. Holding the bottom of his pant 'are you going to sleep with pants on' she asked.
'No I will remove them later' replied Vinit.
'When in the morning' she asked.
'No after you leave' he replied.
'Why don't you remove them now' she asked.
'I feel ashamed to remove them in front of you' he replied gently.
'Why should you be ashamed to remove your pants in front of your mother' she said.
'I have not done it before' he replied.
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