Manisha shifted restlessly in her bed. Sleep had been evading her for the past 2 hours. It was almost 2’o clock in the night. Her husband was snoring as usual. But that was not the reason why she was not able to sleep. She was used to her husband’s snoring. After all she had been hearing it for almost 18 years now.

What had made her restless this night was the movie she had seen on cable earlier that night. It was one of those Saturday night adult movies. Images from that movie kept coming back to her mind. What’s more her life was so similar to the actress’s life in that movie.

She could not follow everything in the movie. Nevertheless she had been able to follow the essence of the story. Like her, the woman in the movie too had a husband who had lost his manhood. The woman lived a life devoid of physical intimacy for 5 years. Then she succumbed and became involved into an extra-marital affair.

For the past two hours Manisha had been thinking about her own life. Her husband Ashok had lost his manhood almost two years ago. For two long years she had been without sex. Somehow it had seemed tolerable for these two years but tonight it somehow seemed unbearable. She wondered if she would ever again have sex in her life. She had thought of sometimes having an extra marital affair but it scared her. What if somebody finds out? She did not want to take all those risks. But yet the fact remained that she yearned for a man today as she lay there beside her impotent husband.

She wasn’t bad looking. In fact she looked quite sensuous as she lay there on the bed. She was in a sari. She normally changed into a gown before going to bed but today she had not bothered to change. She had a pretty face, which somehow looked prettier due to her sadness. Her skin complexion was that typical dusky Indian one. Her hair was long. She was a bit fat but her body was broadened out all over. Hence the extra weight served rather to enhance her appeal. Her breasts were big and they were still firm even though she was almost 38 years old now and mother of two sons. Her older son Rohan was 17 while the younger one Amit was 14.

She was feeling a bit thirsty. So she got up and walked out of the room towards the kitchen. She was about to enter the kitchen when she suddenly noticed the faint light of the night bulb coming from Rohan’s room. She was puzzled. He never slept with any light on. So she figured out that he must be awake. But she wondered what was he doing so late in the night. She walked towards his room. The door was slightly open. She pushed open the door.

She was taken aback by what she saw. Rohan was sitting on the bed. His trousers and his undies were pushed down to his ankles. In one hand he held a book. His other hand held his hard and stiff organ. Rohan also was totally taken aback. For quite a few moments neither knew how to react. Then Rohan suddenly pulled a blanket that was lying on the bed to cover his nudity. He was feeling terribly ashamed and embarrassed. As he lowered his head he swore at himself for not latching the door.

Manisha too felt embarrassed. She knew she had no reason to feel embarrassed. After all it wasn’t she who had been caught doing something naughty. But still her sense of embarrassment refused to go away. She wondered whether she should say anything to Rohan but she really had no idea what to say. She just walked back to her room. As she laid herself on the bed she suddenly realized something —she was wet! A sense of guilt pervaded her whole mind as she suddenly grasped why she had felt embarrassed. It was because her body had reacted to the nudity of her own son and her mind unconsciously registered this and made her felt embarrassed.

The image of her son with her trousers down suddenly flashed back to her mind and she felt a tingling sensation all over her body. She tried to think of something else to clear her mind of this dirt but the image kept coming back to her again and again. The tingling sensation became sharper and she had to reluctantly admit to herself that it felt nice.

She tried hard to suppress her arousal but the more she tried the more intensified it became. After some time she just gave up the struggle. She let her mind recall the image of her son’s hardness. She thought about how big it had looked. She had been surprised by its size. After all Rohan was just a kid studying in class eleventh. Yet it had seemed longer than probably her palm.

As the turmoil in her mind continued she suddenly realized that if she wanted, her son could satisfy her. He could give her what she wanted so badly. This incestuous thought made her wild with arousal. She knew it was “paap” (a sin) letting such thoughts into her mind but it made her feel so good that she simply didn’t care anymore. She wondered how incredible it would feel doing it actually, when the thought itself was exciting her so much. For almost half an hour her thoughts continued like this.

Then suddenly the desire to fornicate became unbearable. She got up from the bed and walked out of her room. A part of her mind yelled at her “Manisha, tu pagal to nahin ho gai! Kya karne ja rahi hai tu! Woh tera apna beta hai!!’ (Manisha, have you gone mad? What are you doing? He is your own son.) But she was too aroused and the lust that had been unsatisfied for two years now manifested itself with a ferocious intensity and made her ignore the voice of her conscience.

As she moved towards Rohan’s room she had many apprehensions. Will Rohan find her attractive? Will he agree? Will he be disgusted by the idea? However, she simply didn’t care. She was just mad with desire.

Rohan had latched the door now. She knocked at it lightly. After 2-3 knocks, the door opened. The room was dark but in the faint moonlight she could see Rohan peering out at her puzzled, and wondering why she had now come back. She entered the room and switched on the night bulb and then closed the door behind her.

Rohan meanwhile felt sure that she was now going to reproach him and tell him how ashamed she was of him. With his head lowered he just stood there waiting for her to begin. But what he heard surprised him. “Rohan, mein tujhe dantane nahin aai hoon. Mein darasal yahaan sona chahti hoon. Tere papa wahaan itni aawaz kar rahe hain ki mujhe neend hi nahin aa rahi.” (Rohan, I have not come to scold you. I actually want to sleep here. Your father is making so much noise there that I am not able to sleep.)

Saying this Manisha laid herself on the bed. “Chal tu bhi aa ja.” (Come on back to bed)

Rohan looked at her confused and obeying her he got into the bed beside her. Manisha stayed silent for some time. Then suddenly she asked him “Rohan, tu woh roz karta hai?” (Rohan, do you do that every day?)

He nodded feeling shy and embarrassed.

“Woh kitab kounsi hai, jisko tu dekh raha tha us time? Mujhe dikha zara.” (Show me the book you were reading.)

Rohan looked at her wondering why she wanted to see the book. When she asked again for the book, he brought it out from under the mattress and gave it to her. She switched on the dim light and opened the book. It was full of pictures of naked girls posing themselves in tempting ways. “Rohan, inme sabse accha photo kounsa lagata hai tujhe?” (Rohan, which photo do you like the most among these?)

As soon as Rohan heard this he started getting aroused. He was still very confused though. What was happening was unbelievable - his mother lying beside him at 2 in the night turning the pages of a dirty book and asking which photo did he liked most! He had no idea what his mother’s intentions were but now he knew in a vague way that something exciting was going to happen.

Manisha meanwhile once again asked him “Bata na, sabse accha kounsa lagta hai tujhe?” (Tell me, which one do you like the best?)

Rohan shyly took the book and opened the page that contained his favourite picture. Manisha looked at the girl in the picture. She was a voluptuous girl with big breasts.

She pointed her finger towards the boobs of the girl in the picture and asked Rohan “Yeh itne bade-bade hain, isi liye acchi lagti hain na tujhe?” (These are so big, that is why you like them, right?)

Rohan was terribly hard by now. He looked at his mother’s face. She was looking at him in a motherly and affectionate way. Then she smiled and said, “Rohan itna sharma mat. mere sawal ka jawab de na.” (Rohan, don’t be so shy. Answer my question.)

Rohan nodded now. The big boobs really were the reason why he liked that particular picture so much.