Kala, The Single Mother

by Sahebji

Caution: This Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Consensual, Safe Sex, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, .

Desc: Sex Story: In my client's office I met Kala. She had just recieved the news that her son is seriously sick. She was in a state of shock. I helped her get her son Ashoo to the hospital. There she told me her story...

My name is Sahebji. I am a commercial artist by profession. I am 6 feet tall, slim and well built. This incident took place while I was still going out with Nisha, the little one.

One morning I was discussing my work with a client, when a young woman walked into his cabin with tears running down her cheeks. Alarmed the client asked, 'Kala what is the matter?'

She said, 'Sir I have to go home right now. I have just received the news that my Ashoo is seriously sick'.

'Of course you can go home' replied the client.

After she left my client turned to me and said, 'Poor Kala, she is intelligent and a very good worker but she has been dodged by bad luck all her life. She lost her husband six years ago even before her son Ashoo was born and now this. Ashoo is her whole world and if anything happens to him then I am sure she will loose her mind'.

I looked through the glass partition and saw that Kala was still sitting at her desk making no effort to leave. 'Sir I think she is in shock. If you don't mind we can continue our discussion later. At present Kala requires someone to help her' I said.

My client agreed with me and said 'Yes Sahebji, I think you are right. She deserves all the help she can get. I don't want to loose her'.

I walked up to her 'Come Kala I will take you where ever you want'. She just looked up blankly at me. There was no time to reason with her. I grabbed her by her arm and picking up her purse pushed her out of the office.

Once in the car I asked her, 'Kala where is your son? Her mind was blank but after some coaxing she told me the name and address of Ashoo's school. While driving to the school I looked at her more carefully. She looked very sensuous and desirable. She was in her late twenties, very pretty, big boobs with an excellent figure.

When we reached the school she ran to the principal's office. Ashoo was lying on a sofa groaning. It seemed he was in acute pain. Kala ran to him and started to cry. I asked the principal, 'Ma'am what happened'.

'In the morning Ashoo complained of a stomachache. The school nurse gave him some medicine. The pain did not abate but got worse. I then called up Mrs. Kala. He has been like this for the last ten minutes' she replied. Ashoo looked serious. There was no time to waste. I picked Ashoo up and drove him to the nearest emergency.

While the doctors were examining Ashoo a nurse came to collect some details. After inquiring about Ashoo's present illness and past history she asked for his father's name. Kala did not respond immediately then she said, 'Won't the mother's name do?'

'I am sorry ma'am it is government regulation. We must have the father's name' was the response of the nurse. Kala still hesitated.

I said, 'The father's name is Saheb Sahebji'. Satisfied the nurse left.

Kala stared unbelievingly at me and said, 'Why did you give your name to the nurse?'

I said, 'You seemed lost and it was important that Ashoo got immediate attention so I gave the nurse my name. Don't worry its nothing'.

She continued to stare and said softly, 'You are a strange man'.

A young doctor came and told us that Ashoo is suffering from an acute attack of appendicitis and requires to be operated upon immediately. For the operation he required the 'no objection' form signed by next of kin. Kala exclaimed, 'Oh my poor Ashoo' and started to cry again. I explained to her that this was standard procedure. There is no need to worry and to sign the form. She signed the form and we went into the waiting room to wait.

The waiting room was quite empty. We sat in a corner away from others. Kala kept staring at me then suddenly she said, 'Sahebji you are a good man to have given your name to a child you don't even know'.

I laughed and said, 'You are making a mountain out of a molehill. Any man would have done the same'.

'No. No man would have done it. Men are usually very selfish. I think I owe you an explanation' she said.

'Forget it you owe me nothing. Just pray that Ashoo comes through this ordeal and is all right' I told her.

'I have hidden my sin for a long time. This is my punishment. May be God will forgive me if I told you the truth' she said.

'Really you don't have to' I said.

'Yes I know but I want to. Please listen' she replied.

She started her story by saying, 'I am not a widow actually I was never married. This makes my Ashoo a bastard doesn't it?'.

I wanted to stop her but she said, 'No don't interrupt me. Just hear me out before passing judgment. This is all I ask for'. I kept quiet.

'I am not from this city. I hail from a city far away from here. Many years ago when I was in college, I met Amit, Ashoo's father. Amit was tall, slim and handsome. He was the son of a well to do local businessman. I fell in love with him. We went out on dates for several months. During this period Amit told me that he also loved me and wanted to marry me. We did some heavy necking together. We kissed, Amit squeezed my tits and on occasions I handled his lund (cock). I never let him touch my choot (cunt). That is all we did.

One evening Amit said, 'Kala I have to go to the hostel to pick up some important notes from a friend then we will go to the movies'.

I did not attach any ulterior motive to this so I accompanied him. When we reached the hostel the friend was not there but the room was open. 'He will be here soon let us wait' Amit said. You know how sparsely hostel rooms are furnished. Papers and books were piled up on the only chair. So we sat down on the bed to wait.

After some time, Amit locked the room and started to kiss me and fondle my breasts. Still not thinking much I did not object. Amit got more and more aggressive. His hands roamed all over my body. He started to press and caress my choot but when he wanted to lift my sari I stopped him.

I thought something was fishy and said, 'Amit tell me the truth. The story about notes was just an excuse to bring me here. Tum mujhe yahan chodene ke liye laye ho (You have brought me here to fuck me)'.

'Yes Kala you are right but I love you so much. I can't sleep at night just thinking about you and your beautiful body. I will die if you say no' Amit replied.

Frankly Sahebji I was also feeling horny. We were in love and would soon be married. I did not see any harm in it. I asked him, 'Have you told your friend whom you were going to bring here?'

Amit said, 'No but everyone knows that we are going together they will assume that it is you'.

'What are you going to tell him tomorrow? I asked.

'Whatever you want me to' he replied.

'Agar tum mujhe chodena chahate ho tau vada karo ki jab woh poonche tau kehena ki maine aane se inkaar kar diya (If you want to fuck me then promise that when they ask you, you tell them that I refused to come here). Remember if you even breathe a word about my being here, I will never see you again' I told him.

'My word of honour if they ask then I will say what you have told me' he said.

'Don't worry they will ask. Have you got any protection?' I said.

'Yes, yes I have' he said eagerly. He had come prepared. Then I let him have his will. We fucked several times that evening. After the initial discomfort I really enjoyed it.

I found Amit kept his word, as there was no change in the attitude of our friends towards me.

There after we fucked whenever we went out together. Not having a place to go we did it in the car and sometimes in a secluded spot near the woods outside the city. It was not comfortable and the fear of being discovered robbed us of half the pleasure.

I told Amit if he wants to continue fucking me then he has to find a safer place. One evening Amit told me that he had found a nice place, which is comfortable and safe. 'It is the Inspection bungalow few miles outside the town. I have told the caretaker that we are newly weds but live in a joint family. Our flat is small and we are unable to have privacy. He has agreed to let us use one of the rooms when no other guest is there. Naturally some money helped' he clarified and laughed.

After that day we went there regularly. We not only fucked but also sixty-nined and I let Amit fuck me in my ass hole. I reminded Amit about our marriage. He said, 'Darling let me graduate first'. What he said made sense so I did not press him.

Three months after he had graduated I reminded him again. He said, 'In a weeks time I am going on a two week holiday with my family. I will talk to my parents then'. I waited. After the holiday I asked him again. He said, 'Kala I have been thinking. What if my parents say no? Then how will we live? I thought it was best to wait till I get a job'. This also made sense.

We kept meeting and Amit continued to fuck me. After a few months he got a job. On reminding him again he said, 'Kala darling my job is still new and my pay is low. After marriage I want to support you in style. In six months I will be confirmed and get a substantial raise then I promise I will definitely talk to my parents'. I thought, since I had waited so long another six months would not be the end of the world.

Six months also went by. One evening he told me that he had been confirmed in his job and had got the promised raise. He also told me that his company was sending him abroad for three months training and as soon as he came back he would talk to his parents.

Three months later we were again at the inspection bungalow. We were both very keen to fuck. Amit was very eager and impatient. As Amit got ready to enter me I noticed he was not wearing a condom.

'No Amit no not without protection' I told him.

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