Running away from home I landed in Bombay. It was Bombay then, not Mumbai, and the city was not stifled of its sexual freedom. Without much money, I ended up as a worker in a restaurant. As you pass under the Sion-Ghatkoper highway bridge at Chembur railway crossing, you could spot the restaurant with its name board in Tamil. Yes, the owner was a Tamil and a nice man too. He gave me only simple works, when he came to know of my education. I just had completed, then, my school finals.

I made friendship there with another boy, who was quite experienced in restaurant as well as other activities. Within a week time, he led me through many shady lanes of Bombay. The city was overflowing with sex: not only the Grant Road and Kamatipura, but also the parks and beaches were, with dusk's cover up, giving way to sex adventurers.

He took me one day to a secret chamber, where they were screening blue films. It was too hot for me to bear with, especially the scenes where matured women having sex with teenaged boys. As soon as we returned back, I entered into the toilet to relieve myself, but the boy who took me to the film pushed open the door before I bolted it and entered in, with me standing within.

- Let me have finished mine first.

- Ok, I go out.

- No need. It'll be over in no time. Stay.

With out any traces of shame or shyness, he pulled out his cock and beat it in my presence. As he said, he did spurt out indeed in no time. And then he told me to do likewise in his presence. I was hesitating. But he moved in, zipped me down and pulled my thing out.

- Ah, what a huge...!

And then without shame, he wrapped his hand around and pumped me. I was simply thrilled by his voluntary service. It reminded me of a similar encounter I had with Uncle Venu, a month back.

*

Uncle Venu took me to a hospital and told me to sit on a bench outside the 'Clinical Lab' and went in. Few minutes later, he came out with a small container and led me into an adjacent toilet and closed in with me. In a hushed up voice he pleaded me.

- Give me your semen sample.

- My semen! What for?

- I'm in a position to prove my old man that I'm capable.

- Of what?

- Of producing a child. I'll fake your semen as mine and fool my dad with the results.

- But...

- No buts. You are my best friend's son. If your father were alive...

He didn't wait further. He squatted in front, pulled my cock out and started pumping it. I was shocked. Nevertheless my cock stretched to its full length in his hand grip.

- What a beauty you have!

He sighed. I could see a light in his eyes and zeal in his action. His face was so close that I could feel his hot breath on my meat. And after a few minutes I felt the boiling in my balls.

- Uncle, I'm cummm...

He connected the container mouth to my cock tip, collected all my seeds, closed the container, opened the door and gone.

*

Now in Bombay, with the boy's hand, it took a little longer for me to ejaculate, but when it happened it happened with a tremendous force, soiling all over his palm.

- What a long time you take! Women you had been with might have praised you, no?

- I never had been with any. Not so far.

- Is it? Be ready then next week. I'll take you to one in Dharavi. She would love to have your size and stamina.

- Won't there be any problem?

- She's not a pro. She does it for her own pleasure.

- How'd you got to her?

- She's my relation.

- Relation! How?

- Don't ask. Eat the bun; not the wrapper.

*

Back home, one day, I was sitting at our backyard door steps; reading my lessons. Anu akka was hanging up her washed wet clothes for drying, on cloth lines in the backyard. Anu akka was a tenant of our house. Her husband was a clerk in a government office. And they had no children. I used to call her akka (elder sister) and her husband uncle. The portion of our house they rented was not so big and they were also allowed to use the guest bathroom, constructed in a corner by the compound wall. She had just emerged out of that bathroom with her wet cloths. And on this particular day, she was in a voile sari, which was wet and clinging to her with neither bra nor petticoat underneath. Her breasts revealed themselves like two papaya fruits; and her buttocks like melons. On crossing back, she stopped by where I was sitting, placed the bucket down and started drying her wet hair with a towel. Only then I noticed her black triangular patch playing a hide and seek through her wet front. Her joggling boobs and peeping triangular patch infused in me an unbearable sexual urge. As if in a trance, I got up but stood unmoved as she turned her gaze on me. My dick had made out a tent on my trousers. She looked down at my crotch, her eyes lingering long on my pulsating bulge. Then she looked this way and that way, moved to me and placed her palm on my fever peak.

- Ah, so big! Would you give me it?

- Mmm.

- Uncle is unable to give me a child. Would you give me one?

- Mmm.

- Your mom in?

- No.

- Where?

- Out somewhere.

- Good chance. In to the bathroom, then. Come and make me pregnant.

As I stepped behind her, as a lamb following its mother sheep, I heard someone calling me. I stood on my track, frozen!

- It's mommy. She's back.

- The bitch in the manger! Tomorrow then, got it?

- Sure.

Before letting me go, she pulled me to her, crushed me on her big boobs, and rubbed her crotch against my erection.

My mother, calling me inside, wanted to know from me if I would allow her to marry Uncle Venu. I was stunned. Uncle Venu was a longtime family friend. A rich man too. He had been helping us a lot after my father's death. My father died four years back. But, thinking of his hot breath on my meat inside the clinical lab toilet ..., is mom in the right direction? She said it was for the sake of me that she was considering uncle's offer. The only income, the rent we get from Anu akka is too small to meet my further studies, she argued. I didn't say anything; simply lowered my head.

I was depressed after that. I didn't want to be a burden to my mother. If I were to become Anu Akka's lover, would she take care of me? But she doesn't seem to be that much rich. Yet, I considered it. Nothing wrong in throwing up a stone, whether one may get a mango or not.

The following day, I noticed a sari on the door of the guest bathroom to hint at Anu akka's presence there in. My cock jumped up at once. I went inside my house to check on my mother. She was nowhere. I got angry as the thought arose in me that she might have gone to uncle Venu's house. But soon I got out of it, took it as a good opportunity for the job on hand and moved toward the bathroom.

The bathroom door was not locked within. I had no idea then of its broken padlock or the sari on the door meant to keep others off. I thought Anu akka was kept it unlocked, on purpose, to let me in. The door stood a crack ajar. I peeped in before entering. And there to my view was her bare bottom jutting out. She was in a bending posture, dipping clothes into a water filled bucket. She was fully naked. I could even see her fleshy boobs through her shapely thighs. It was the fatty lips of her pussy, peeping from under her buttocks that wielded its pull on my cock. I zipped down my trousers and let free my enlarged cock. And then without making noise I opened the door, entered the room, held her by her hips and jostled her bare behind with my hardness. She straightened up like a spring and turned. Face to face there was my MOM!

The world stood still. We, mother and son, were standing there naked facing each other. There was shock and bewilderment in her face. Shocked as well I stood there like an idiot. And she was looking at my whopping manhood. As she regained her senses and was about to open her mouth, I ran out. And, before she dressed up and came out, I ran out of town.

*

The Dharavi fuck promised by that boy my friend had never chanced. Before that, my home people arrived at our restaurant to take me back. It was the restaurant owner, who had informed them in order to wheel me on to my studies. Such a holy man he was! I was reluctant to go back home, but at the same time I didn't want to create a scene. I decided within me to runaway again once I reached my hometown. The boy my new friend was really upset on my departure. He was staring at the two persons who came to take me off.

- Are they your father and sister?

- No, he's an uncle; and she's my mother.

- Your mother?

- Yes. Mother.

- But...too young!?

I put my arm around his shoulder. I patted his back as if assuring him that I would be back soon; and then shook his hand. I bid a big goodbye, with folded hands, to the restaurant owner and staffs; and left the place.



The Madras Mail was scheduled to leave Bombay Victoria Terminal by 11:30 in the night. Uncle had our return tickets booked in that train. He suggested spending time till then in a park. Horror struck me. To frequent a park, in evening times, in Bombay those days! I tried to usher them straight to Bombay V.T., but uncle said it would be boring to idle in a train terminal.

We entered a park and found a place behind a stout tree. Already lot of couples had sheltered behind trees and bushes. And it was getting dark. Uncle Venu, saying that he wanted to go around the park, left us, me and my mom to ourselves.

As soon as he left, my mom's body started shaking with silent sobs. I moved and put my hand around her and slowly she abated. Neither of us could speak a word. The darkness was getting thick.

- Why did you do that to me?

- What?

- Leaving me like that, when you were the only one I had.

- But you had Uncle Venu.

- You didn't like me getting married, right?

- ............

- Or is it because of the bathroom shock?

- ............

- How long was it going between you and Anu?

- No, we never had; not even once.