Chapter 1

My name is Rahul. I am 20 years old and from Mumbai. One night, I was feeling very horny and started chatting with strangers on Omegle. I had searched for hours but all I could find were some horny men or some boring girls whose interests were way out of my league.

I was feeling very sleepy and was about to close the tab and suddenly, I was connected with a stranger who called herself Maya, 43F. Immediately. I fell in love with that name and I wanted to know more about this Maya aunty.

She said she was living with her children, a son, and a daughter, in an apartment and that she lost her husband many years ago. She said she was feeling very alone after the demise of her husband and that it was been 4 years since she last had sex.

I felt sorry for her as I could guess how hard it would be for a married person to stay away from sex for that long time.

Then I asked her if she was abstaining from sex or if she was waiting for the right partner. I mean, there are a lot of young men in our country who would literally form queues to fuck a 43-year-old Indian milf. She said a lot of men proposed to her after her husband’s death but she rejected them all out of love for her husband.

For a few years since her husband’s death, she said she took good care of her children and never had much time to think about sex. Now that her children were fully grown and almost independent and she was all alone, her lust kicked in once again.

She said she was now actively looking for someone to have sex with, but she was too scared to start an affair, as she was afraid of her children or someone in her locality finding out about it.

I found it strange that there were a lot of similarities between that woman and my mother. My mother’s name was Sakshi. She was 43 too. She was a beautiful woman. I live with my mother in a 2 bhk flat in Mumbai.

I lost my father to cancer when I was 6, which was again a striking similarity with Maya. My mother worked really hard for me and I really love her for that. But there was no way this Maya was my mom, as I could never imagine my mom on Omegle. Moreover, why would she lie about her children, as Maya said she had a daughter too?

But I really wanted to make sure Maya wasn’t my mom. But she was unwilling to reveal any of her personal information. So, I decided to go check what my mother was actually doing.

Then I went to her bedroom and silently peeped through the half-opened window. My mom was on her phone, but I couldn’t see what was on it. I kept chatting with Maya while keeping an eye on my mom.

Then I got a brilliant idea to test whether this Maya was my mom or not. I asked Maya if she believed in God. She said she was a very big devotee. Then I told her I would give a very powerful mantra of Goddess Lakshmi which would bring her great wealth and she immediately needed to recite it in a standing position.

She said ok and I texted her a mantra. To my fucking surprise, mom got out of her bed, stood up and joined her hands, and recited the exact mantra!

I was shocked. Maya was my mom? And I connected to her on Omegle? What a fucking coincidence!

There was a strong reason why I was totally surprised. My mom was a very traditional woman, always wearing sarees and churidar. She was always conscious about her clothing and never lets her saree drop below the navel on her waist. She was popular in our neighborhood as the hot traditional mom. So, I was so surprised when I found out that she was looking for sex partners on Omegle!

Now that I know Maya aunty was my mom, I had to choose whether I should disconnect the chat giving respect to my mother’s privacy or should I continue chatting with her and know more of her secrets.

I still didn’t understand why she chose to tell me she had a daughter too. My curiosity kicked in and I thought, “Fuck it, it’s my right to know more about my mom.” So I continued to chat with her. Our chat went like this:

Mom: Thanks for the mantra. It refreshed my mind. Hope it brings my family the wealth you said. So, I told you a lot about myself, why don’t you tell me something about yourself? Then I said-

Me: Yeah, so, My name is Karan (fake one). I’m 20 and I’m from Mumbai.

Mom: Oh nice, my son is 20 too.

Me: I’m 5’11” with black hair and have an athletic body.

Mom: I’m 5’5”, grey hair, average physique (they’re all true)