Chapter 1

Latha Krishnan and Hema Prabhu had been close friends as well as school mates from the time they started class IV. They were both in their thirties, married, and each had a single child. While Latha was an elegant lady who was trim and physically appealing, her friend, Hema, was more on the plump side even though she was two years younger.

Once the women married after school, they went separate ways. Fifteen years later, they happened to meet again. Shortly after Hema's family moved into Latha's neighborhood, Latha, at first did not recognize Hema because she had put on weight. Hema on the other hand reacted with sudden delight on meeting Latha who was now so charming and so elegant. It seemed as if fate had brought them back together again.

When the Prabhu's had settled down in their new abode, after a couple of days, Latha went by Hema's place dragging along her son Sunil. He was a charming 14 year old boy with good looks and a good physique. When Sunil was introduced to her, Hema could not hold back her passion, and suddenly embraced Sunil tightly in her arms. Sunil was puzzled by Hema's embrace and felt most uncomfortable in her arms. He could easily feel her body mold to his. Sunil was shy and shaken up by it and he turned crimson in her arms. This intimacy was over in just a few seconds, but the scene was etched in his memory. Latha silently observed this transaction with a smile on her face.

Several days later, Hema could not help but asked Latha, as to how she kept her figure so fit and trim. She was told that it was the daily walks and jogging that did the trick. Starting the next day Hema joined Latha in her walks. They resumed talking they had abandoned when they got married and left each other. It was as if they were teenagers all over again. They talked about their families, their husbands and what had happened to them between these years. Gradually the topic of their discussion turned to sex and as they did not have much to tell about their husbands, they started to observe other men who they saw on their walk. They would comment on their physique, their looks, their height, their weight and other such things.

While they were on their usual walk, one day they noticed a healthy, strong looking, well built man strolling with shorts on. This was something new to them as all men they had seen to this point either wore pants or track suits. This guy's thighs attracted them. His upper legs were a magnificent sight to behold. They were glistening as morning dew had settled on them and they were reflecting the morning sun. They were extremely sexy too. The impression of his manhood was clearly visible in his shorts.

Latha was the first to react. "What thighs he has!" she said.

"Do you like them?" replied Hema.

"Yes, I do. I wish my husband had them," Latha said.

"Does he not?" asked Hema.

"He does no more."

"But you still have someone who has them,"" replied Hema.

"Who?"

"Your son!" replied Hema.

"Son!"

"Yes, Sunil!" (This conversation was instantaneous. It was their hidden, pent up desire bursting out)

Realization struck them immediately. They were breathing heavily, sweating profusely, and were getting aroused by the minute. On nearing a pond both happened to see a stone bench. Both eyed each other, read each others mind and reacted simultaneously to sit over there. Latha came out of her trance.

"Do you know something?" she said.

"What?" replied Hema!

"My Husband!"

"Yes!"

"He does not make love to me anymore." said Latha.

"Why?"

"I think he is too old or he had enough."

"All men are same, they get bored up with their wives after some time." replied Hema.

"Yes, its true", what about yours?

"Mine is no different, he has not touched me for 5 years", said Hema.

"Why?"

"May be he thinks I am too plump."

"But you look pretty.' Said Latha. (In fact she was very pretty)

"So what, they always need some change." Said Hema.

"What do you do about it?" asked Latha.

"I have resigned from it." said Hema.

"Why?"

"What can we do other than talk about it?"

"Yes, it's very much true", said Latha.

"We are destined like that."

"You know something?" Asked Latha!

"What?"

"He likes you?"

"Who?"

"Sunil, my son!"

"Is it?"

"He stares at you?" said Latha.

Hema's eyes lit up.

"You remember when you first met him" said Latha

"Yes."

And hugged him,

"Yes."

He blushed and was feeling most uncomfortable. He turned crimson when you hugged him, Said Latha.

"Why?" asked Hema.

"Coz he was hugged by a woman."

"Why?" Don't you hug him? Asked Hema.

"That's the irony, I don't." replied Latha.

"Why so?" Hema asked again.

"Since a few years I have stopped hugging him. I have been bossing over him. I pressurize him to study." Said Latha.

"Why?"

"I think I show my anger on him for all my husband's lapses." Said Latha.

"That's wrong" replied Hema.

"Yes, I know it now." said Latha.

"Change yourself, show him some affection, some love, take him in your arms, mold him to your body," said Hema.

"Is it not too late?" enquired Latha.

"No, not at all," replied Hema.

"Will he accept the sudden change?" shot back Latha.

"Believe me, he will love it." Hema quipped.

"Can you help me out?" cried Latha.

"I will dear, I will do anything for you." said Hema. With these words, these two excited women went to their respective homes with lots of charm and enthusiasm on their faces. It was a new beginning for them.

Sunil's life had changed drastically since the day he was hugged by Hema. At first he had not felt anything. When night came on it hit him in the face as to what he had engulfed in his arms, his whole body was ignited. He came across warmth in his body which was completely alien to him. It was the first time that heat took over his body and the feeling was heavenly. Since then, he was always eyeing at Hema. He could not understand what was attracting him, but still, it lingered in his mind that it was good to look at her. He continued doing so.

Today it was totally different for him. He had watched both his mother and Hema when they came from their walk. Both had bright and charming faces. Both were looking smart and he could visualize the change in them. They were looking at least 5 years younger. Hema was really looking cute as she lifted a hand and waved at him. Though he wanted to respond to it, he was scared as his mother was nearby. He was scared that she would scorn at him, as this time of the day he was supposed to sit and study. He passed on a smile at her. When his mother entered home, her change was very obvious. It surprised him to see the change in his mother. Though it was routine to give him his breakfast, the presentation of the same was very different. She acted as if she wanted to make him eat and drink out of her hands. She even went up to him and caressed his hairs. This is what he had craved for in the past few years.

When evening came, his joy knew no bounds when Hema visited them and asked his mother, whether she could take Sunil to the market. Sunil was shocked when he was permitted. He was quick to change and escorted Hema to the market. On the way to market, he kept giving fleeting glances at Hema and took stock of it to his mind. He was visualizing how heavenly she looked, more so because she was a little fat. He was walking tall. He was in his own dream land. He was proud to be with her. Hema tried to distract him but he was in a trance. When all the marketing was over Hema was forced to put a hand on him and make him come out of his trance.

She asked him whether he would like to have some snacks.

At first Sunil hesitated.

When asked again, he slowly bowed in acceptance.

They entered a dimly lit restaurant and sat in a corner next to the wall.

Sunil seated himself near the wall.

While eatables were served, Hema moved herself closer to Sunil in the pretext of taking a glass of water. This made Hema's thighs contact his.

Sunil felt a little uncomfortable and he could not read her thoughts. As he had sat next to the wall, he was in no way to make room for her.

Hema took advantage of the circumstances and let her thighs slide along his.

Sunil could feel the heat rising through her dress. It was very arousing.

Just then Hema, let some water spill on her dress. She suddenly started wiping it out from her body and doing so Sunil saw a part of the upper portion of the breast uncovered. Though Sunil was able to see only a little part of her breast as she had it covered with her sari, it was too much for him. Sunil suddenly realized that this was what he had felt when Hema had hugged him. Now seeing, a little uncovered he had the first arousal of his life. He felt his member growing which was new to him. It was blissful, he wanted to see more, but Hema was quick in covering up as it was not feasible to expose more in a restaurant.

As Hema was decked in a light silk sari and as her waistline was big, she could not help keeping her sari in order. It used to slide and reveal more of her midriff. Sunil kept looking at it and Hema was resigned to show as it was under the table and no one other than Sunil could see it. Many a times Hema saw Sunil's eyes glued to her waist. He could clearly see her exposed waist, a little more than any other woman's due to her large appearance. Sunil thighs knowingly wanted to feel more of Hema's thigh. They moved closer and tighter to hers. The body odor emanicating from her body was hitting him up the nostrils. The heat aroused from both their bodies was giving each other a great feeling.

Looking up at the snacks, Hema enquired. How are they?

"Nice replied Sunil."

"Your mother prepares them better isn't it?"

"Yes, she does," replied Sunil.

"Isn't she a good cook," asked Hema.

"Yes" replied Sunil.

"She looks terrific too" said Hema.

Sunil was unable to answer her.

"She is so elegant, so trim and so good looking."

Sunil was forced to nod his head and assert.

"You know, she has a lovely body, said Hema.

"Yes" is what Sunil was able to whisper.

"She has a beautiful waistline," not like mine. Look how mine is; she bowed her head a little making him look at her stomach.

He was numb for a second.

"See it curves a little, she said, pointing to the budge of her navel.

"Yes."

But she has a beautiful one.

"Who?" enquired Sunil!

"Latha, your mother!" said Hema.

"Is it?" asked Sunil.

"Yes, have you not seen it?" replied Hema.

"No," said Sunil.

When compared to her I look ugly isn't it? said Hema.

"No you look good," replied Sunil

"You are lying" said Hema.

"No, you are good." Said Sunil

"What do you like in me?" Hema was quick to question him.

"Well," he could not answer it!

"Look, you don't like any?" said Hema.

"No, no, I like your, that" he said, looking at her belly. Sunil could not speak properly.

"What?" questioned Hema again?

"Your belly," said Sunil.

"Why?" asked Hema.

"It is, it is so fair and so soft," Sunil blurted.

"But your mothers looks better," said Hema smiling at Sunil.

"I have not seen it," replied Sunil.

"Don't tell me you have not seen it Sunil," said Hema.

"No I swear." Sunil said.

"Why?" Are you not close to her? Questioned Hema!

"Yes, but...

"Does she not let you lie on her lap? Asked Hema!

"She does, but still."... he could not complete it.

"Sunil, be close to her, watch her, touch her dear", said Hema.

He could only bow his head.

"She will love your touches," said Hema.

"How does it feel when she hugs you?" asked Hema.

"No she does not do," he replied.

"Oh! I am so sorry for you dear. Did you like it when I hugged?" asked Hema.

Sunil was quick to smile at her.

"I know you liked it," said Hema.

He blushed.

"You want your mother to hug you too?" asked Hema.

Sunil's face was lighted.

"You are a very naughty boy," saying this they left the restaurant, promising to come back again next day.

Hema knew that she had sown the seed in Sunil. She had always diverted his attention to his mother. She wanted to wait and see the outcome. She was even happy to note that Sunil was showing some interest in her. She did not want to mess up things. She wanted to proceed slowly but steadily. She wanted it to last long.

Sunil on the other hand, wanted to rush back home. He was eager to look at his mother and find out about the things Hema had diverted his attention to. He reached home and luckily enough his Dad had not returned from office. His mother was in the kitchen preparing food. She gave a big welcome smile on seeing him. His face lit up and the next second he was near her and asked her as to what she was cooking! She told him very lovingly. As he was standing very close to her, Latha brushed him when she wanted to take out some utensils. This was a sensuous touch to Sunil. He did not give much room to his mother to move around. She had to brush past him many a times to finish her cooking. Sunil waited for an opportunity to see her waistline, but as she was standing and cooking her back was facing him. As her back was fully covered with her thick sari, he could not see much of it. When she turned after finishing her work and lifted her sari to dry her face from sweat, Sunil had a look at her body from down under her blouse, past navel and a little downwards. It was a sight to behold. Her navel was finer, well shaped and more appealing than that of Hema's. He kept looking at her from the corner of the eye, while his mother was drying up her face and arms. When she finished drying up her face, she was pleased to note that Sunil was eyeing her up. She stood without moving for a few seconds, letting her son have a good second look at her, then she asked!

"How was the trip to market?"

"Fine" replied Sunil.

"Did Hema finish buying all things?" asked his mother.

"No" she wants me to take her out tomorrow. Replied Sunil

"Well, you please take her and see that she finishes all her marketing," said Sunil's mother.

(This was more than what he had expected).

"Yes," said Sunil, all the time looking at her mother's waist from the corner of the eye. He was very much attracted to her navel. There was a vast difference between the two. While Hema's was blotted a little, his mother's was delicately cut into a nicety. He wished his mother would hug him as she used to do earlier. He wanted to do everything to please her. He was ready to do anything. He realized his mother would love him more if he studied. To please her he said he was on his way for studies. Hearing this, Latha was very much pleased; she brought her hand to his face and caressed his cheek. Sunil carried this feeling all the way to his room.

Next day both Latha and Hema were very eager to resume their walk. They were impatiently waiting for the moment when they could reach the pond, sit and let out all that was hidden up their sleeve. They had a lot to say to each other. In no time they reached the secluded place where they had sat the earlier day, panting and sweating. The tension was building up within them. They wanted to let go off the steam.

Latha suddenly blurted out, "you know" Sunil!

"Why, yes?" answered Hema.

"He is so good." replied Latha.

Obviously he is a nice boy, said Hema.

"No," he has changed a lot, replied Latha.

"How?" asked Hema.

"He is a different boy since yesterday." said Latha.

"Is it?"

"Yes, he has become so good and so observing." said Latha.

"Observing?" Hema asked.

Yes, yesterday...

"What did he do?" asked Hema!

"He was with me most of the time said Latha," and he helped me out in cleaning the dishes and he went to study without my saying so, he always stayed close to me.

"And?" asked Hema!

"And, and he was looking up at me" replied Latha

"Where?" enquired Hema!

"You won't mind if I say it?

"Of course not!"

"He was staring at my navel", said Latha.

"Your navel?, how sweet!" said Hema.

"He was so close to me all the time that I had to brush past him many times."

"Good, did he touch you somewhere?" quipped Hema.

"No" said Latha.

"You should have let him."

"But he did not try to."

Oh! Did you show him?

"What?" asked Latha!

"What he was staring at."

"No."

"But why?" asked Hema. "You should have done it. Why did you let it go?"