Chapter 1

Hi everyone, I am finally penning down my story thanks to motivation from Pramod who is the main character here. He introduced me to this website which showed me what I was missing in my routine life.

This started when I was 41yrs old, I am 52 now. This is going to span multiple parts because it is long. A heads up to those who are looking for “wham bam thank you maam”, this will not happen here.

I will try my best to describe everything exactly the way it happened and when it happened. Sorry disclaimer here I am not a writer so please kindly overlook my errors because it is not intentional.

Now coming to my story, let me first describe my life and myself. My name is Sarita, I am a distinction scoring masters graduate in commerce.

I have a son and a daughter, my son is in his final year graduation and my daughter is her final year master’s degree. I was married off as soon as I attained legal marriage age and completed my higher studies by correspondence on my own stubbornness.

I come from a traditional backward upbringing where daughters are only to be married off. Getting educated does not matter because we are like a cow which gets tied from one post to another when ripe.

My hubby is a small time scrap merchant and life with him was pretty routine. The only sex life I realised after marriage was for making kids. The whole thing was like a routine where when hubby signalled me, I would undress and lay on the bed.

He would undress too and get on top and in two minutes it was over from start to finish. I did not complain because I thought this is all that really is. I did experience good sensations when he did it though.

I did not even know what a woman’s orgasm meant and if it even existed. The word or act called masturbation did not exist in my knowledge or dictionary. And most importantly sex ceased once my son was born.

Anyway now that I have bored you all enough describing my life, let’s dive into the life changing part. I had many women friends in the neighbourhood where we stayed.

But my interactions were limited with everyone because I was not interested in wasting time in gossiping. Both my children are toppers in studies because of my coaching.

This quickly got me famous and I started taking tuitions for other kids. My next door neighbour came asking for tuitions for her son Pramod who is also my son’s best friend.

Both have grown up together since my son started pre-school. I accepted the offer especially because I have known Pramod since a long time.

I like his innocent outlook towards life. In a few sessions I realised I could not coach him nicely enough alongside the rest of the kids. He needed personal attention to help him improve.

Pramod was doing his masters in which I scored a distinction in. I had been tutoring him for 4yrs now and his parents were very happy with my efforts.

I adjusted his schedule to after the kids finished because I had all the time being just a housewife. He had a good sense of humour and kept me entertained with his one liners and jokes.

He made me laugh so much every time, I don’t remember if I ever laughed like this before. Even before I started tutoring him he used to be in my house all the time with my son also spending lots of time with me.

Life continued over the years and he looked at me as his best friend despite our age difference. I also developed a soft corner for him and loved him just like my son.

My personalized tuitions started showing results and soon he was among the top students in his college. Everyday my kids are out playing with their friends while I had my coaching sessions with him.

So we were alone in the house always. Over time we were discussing his college life and his friends including his crushes. Pramod had very few friends but with me he seemed the happiest.

All his crushes/ girlfriends never lasted more than a few days after he started talking to them. I never took this seriously thinking that with more maturity and time he will surely evolve.

He made sure he brought candy toffees, lollypops and stick ice-creams because I had told him I love it. I would have loved it even more if my hubby did all this but as I said before I was living a routine life without expectations.

I wear sarees all the time and after the kid’s tuitions I would change into nighty. I would be in my nighty by Pramod’s turn because Pramod was no outsider for me.

One day when he came for his tuitions he dropped the bomb which changed my life. He said “aunty I have a big problem and I don’t have anyone with whom I can discuss it”.

I said “you can comfortably discuss with me just the way we have discussed so many other things all these years”. He said “no aunty, you do not understand, this problem is different and I am scared how you will react if I tell you about it”.

I was sitting at the dining table with him because that is where I conduct my tuitions. I held his hands in mine and insisted he tell me whatever it is and I will not say anything.

He looked in my eyes and placed my hand on his crotch and said “aunty this is the problem”. I felt a big bulge in my palm sending me instantly into shock because I had never touched even my hubby’s crotch ever.

When I came back to my senses later I pulled my hand back. I was flustered and embarrassed like never before in my life. Pramod said “see aunty I told you, you cannot help me with this problem”.

I composed myself because I never saw this coming. On the other hand, because I was so naive I never even understood the problem properly in the first place.

So I said “before you jump to any conclusions first tell me clearly what your problem is”. He seemed to calm down and said “somewhere in my mind I knew you are the only person with whom I can discuss my problem”.

He grabbed the bulge over his trousers and said “aunty this is hurting all the time, this is hard all day causing me embarrassment in public when people notice it. I don’t know what to do. Please help me”.

Hearing his problem felt like I got struck by a nuke, paralyzing my brain, thinking how could I help. Trying hard to behave normal I said “Pramod how can I help you? You need to see a doctor to help you with it”.

He looked at me with puppy eyes and said “of everyone else I did not expect you to dodge the problem aunty”. Placing my hand on his back I said “I am not dodging anything, I am only trying to tell who can help because I have no idea”.

He said “aunty my friends suggested I should masturbate to relieve the pressure and that will make it go away”. Honestly this was the first time I heard the word masturbate and was clueless what it meant”.

Even my own son who is slightly older to Pramod never came to me with such questions. I said “Pramod honestly I have no idea what you are talking about”.

He snapped at me saying “aunty you are married so you definitely know about sex and masturbation”. This conversation was going where I never imagined, especially talking about sex.

I have never even spoken to my hubby about sex ever. I said “Pramod you can call me dumb because I swear I have no idea about what you are saying. Maybe you should ask your friends to help you with this”.

He looked at me innocently and said “aunty I believe you, you don’t need to swear. I know about masturbation and have tried it but it did not help so I am asking for your help”.

I said “well if you already know about it and it did not help, then how can I help. Especially when I have no idea what you are talking about”. He said “aunty I have videos where a woman does it and it solves the problem. So I am only asking for your help to try once”.

I had a ringing in my head that I was getting into unknown territory the outcome of which is unknown. So I said “Pramod I am sorry I cannot help you with this”.

He said “aunty you are the only woman in my life, who else can I ask for help”? I said “ask you mother or your girlfriends”.

He said “you are the only one with whom I can dare talk such things, you know I don’t have any girlfriends. If you are refusing because you don’t know then I have the videos on my phone and can show it to you. But please don’t say no because I have been suffering for a week now and the pain is unbearable”.

I was thoroughly confused and did not know what to say to get out of this situation. I said “fine I will help you but you have to promise me you will not talk about this to anyone ever”.

He said “aunty I am ready to swear on anyone you ask that I will never tell anybody. I have never told anyone about the candies and ice-creams that I bring for you which you enjoy a lot. So you can surely trust me”.

I said “ok, so what do you want me to do”? He took his phone and played a video where a lady was holding the man’s dick stroking it up and down with her hands.

First time in my life I was watching a porn video which I never knew even existed. I died in shame and embarrassment looking the other way and said “please close this. I don’t want to see this garbage”.

Pramod said “aunty you said you want to help me, I only showed you this because you said you did not know about it. It is just a video so you can learn from it”.

I said “that video is so disgusting, how did you even think of me doing that for you”? He looked at me with a sorry face and said “aunty this is what I have been trying to tell you, I had to show the video to explain”.

I said “please understand, I have never done this even for my husband ever, I don’t think I can do all this, please find someone else to help you”.

He fell at my feet burying his face in-between my lower legs covered in my nighty and cried. Now my love for him was much stronger to let this even happen or continue.

I held his shoulders pulling him up and stood up and hugged him tightly. He continued crying with his face buried in my bosom.

I comforted him running my hands in his hair and said “I never knew you were hurting so much. I am ready to do anything you want me to because I cannot see you like this ever”.

He stopped crying and raised his face to look at me, I wiped his tears smiling at him and hugged him again. This time he also hugged me and I felt his bulge hard pressed against my crotch.

This sent strange new sensations rippling thru my body because I have never hugged like this before. We continued to hug each other for a few minutes while these new sensations continued to drive me crazy.

I was on the verge of losing my sanity so I broke the hug, I said “let’s go to my bedroom”. I walked with him towards my bedroom with his hand on my waist and mine around his.

His hand on my waist sent more tingling sensations thru my body which I experienced for the first time because my even hubby never ever touched me there.