My first exp with freind's Mom Part-1

It was the late eighties, specifically 1989. I was in my final year at the School of Architecture, living in a small rented house close to the university. The house belonged to a friend of my dad, so the rent was very reasonable. I had a part-time job at an architecture firm, which gave me enough money to buy books, eat, and occasionally watch a movie. Overall, things were going pretty smoothly... until that day.

That day started pretty normal. I got out of school and went home, finished my work and hopped my bicycle. I left the main street behind and was driving randomly on inner streets in the town. I knew several people in this part of town, including my friend Amir.

Well, not friend exactly. I worked on a project with him. He was probably the most teased around guy. He would always show up late and he would never look you eye to eye. It just happened that in a randomly picked project pair, he was my partner. He was OK in his work. Most of the time he insisted on coming to my place to work. He said he could not focus at home.

Neither could I, when I went to his home. There was just something strange about his family. Family of only three people, his mom, dad and himself. But they never smiled. Sometimes I wondered if they didn't like me. But when people don't like you, still they give some kind of signals. Here it was just blank.

Amir's dad was a poet. He was somewhat well known, but I don't think he made good money. Amir's mom was a knockout beautiful lady. I had secret crush on her and I used to steal glances at her, and recently I had found her returning my stares. We just made long eye contact till something made either one of us look away. Sometimes I wondered how come she ended up with this guy.

Once in a while she would show up with band aides on her hand. Upon asking she said she has hand tremor problem and cut herself while cooking.

Overall the household never burst out with laughter or screams. It was always that dead silence.

So when that day I heard screams while passing by their house, I was surprised. The door was open. I dropped my bicycle in the yard and ran inside. Amir was knocking the bedroom door with both his fists. His dad was in kitchen and he was cooking something. Sweet smells came out of kitchen, and here Amir was panicked.

"Amir, what's the problem?"

"She is not opening the door."

"Who, your mom? Is she inside?"

"She is not opening the door."

He was in shock. Asking him anything more was useless. I ran to kitchen. I asked the same questions to his dad. His dad was even more panicked. He was mumbling to himself and looked at me with eyes like a scared rabbit.

I went back to the bedroom door. The door was strong and it was difficult to break it open. I ran outside to a window. Amir's mom was standing there, looking out. Her both hands covered in blood. She stood there and stared at me. I stood there for a moment, not knowing what to do.

And then she collapsed.

I looked around, luckily there was a heavy pipe lying there. I picked it up and broke the window frame. Once there was enough space, I jumped through. I sat down next to her and held her hands.

"Cuts are too deep. I am scared. I don't want to die." She said in feeble voice, holding my hands.

"You are not dying. We will take you to hospital." I said.

She gave out a smile, but kind strange you-are-silly smile.

I picked her up in my arms, and rested on the bed. I opened the bedroom door.

"She needs to go to hospital. Call Ambulance." I shouted.

On this, Amir and his dad, both looked at me and at each other like a stupid.

"Guys, Call ambulance NOW. What are you waiting for?"

"People will know. We will have bad name in this locality." Amir's dad said.

I could not believe my ears. His wife was in danger and what was this guy thinking?

He looked at her.

"I made you your favorite rawa pudding. Take some rest. Watch TV. You will be fine"Âmir's dad said in shaking voice.

"What the fuck?" I lost temper.

"Look, we appreciate your help. But we don't want people to know. We have to live in this community. Thanks for opening the door. We will take care of her now. I cooked rawa pudding for her. She really likes that" He said.

"She doesn't need pudding. She needs a doctor. And then a psychologist. She has cut her hands in attempt to do suicide. Get the fucking ambulance."

None of them moved.

"If you don't call ambulance, I will call cops." I gave the ultimatum.

That worked.

***

The ambulance drove through the streets, intermittently sounding siren and breaking the silence of that sleepy town. She was lying on the stretcher as the nurse took her temperature. She held my hand. Her eyes full of appreciation, and for once in fact she smiled at me. A real genuine smile. I-am-glad-you-are-here smile. Even in that situation, I could not help feel flattered. She squeezed my hand and I squeezed it back. I wondered what Amir and his father were doing at home. May be eating the pudding.

We reached hospital and they took her in. She insisted that I be there. She had lost a lot of blood, but we made it to the hospital in time. So there was no threat to her life. The doctor thanked me and said a delay of few minutes could have been dangerous. The doctor immediately knew the type of wounds and he ordered somebody to be around her continuously.

When the nurse asked her if she wanted to call her family, she said the only person she trusted at the moment was I.

I ended up being there for rest of the night.

***

In the night, she opened up to me and I saw a woman I had never seen before. She was daughter of a rich businessman in Lahore. She met Amir's dad in college. He wrote poems on communism and that apparently inspired her when she was 18. When she announced her decision to marry a jobless communist poet with no social standing, her dad gave her two choices. She could have that man or she could have the family fortune. In an instant she kicked the wealth away and walked out of the door. Next day they got married in court.

Their mutual friend lent them his cottage for a week or so. That was their honeymoon. When they were coming back from the honeymoon, a disaster struck that would alter the course of their married life forever.

As they got down on railway station late at night and walked to their home, they were being followed. As they turned on a deserted street, the followers caught up. They covered her mouth and lifted her and took her to a car. Her husband stood there dumbstruck. There was no overpowering him, because he showed no power. They simply slapped him and he ran away. The guy, who talked about bringing world revolution, left his wife alone with four rapists and ran away.

She was raped all night. Next day she did not go home directly. She went to a friend of hers. She changed clothes and then went home. Her mother in law had showed up. Her mother in law called her by names for staying out the whole night. Her husband did not speak up. She cried the whole day.

Late at night they got some private time. She was furious. He listened to her and showed some sympathy. But when she talked about going to cops, he refused. His reasoning: People will know.

She was recovering, but soon she found that she was pregnant. She freaked out. Her husband freaked out more than her. She wanted abortion. But the doctors found that abortion would threaten her life. Finally her husband agreed to keep the child. They bought this house long away from all the relatives and family. Duly she went into labor and delivered Amir.

Amir looked a lot different from his Dad.

Then Amir's dad visibly started distancing himself. They had not had sex after that horrendous incident. Finally one day he announced that he does not want to have sex with her again.

All her dreams shattered, she mentally collapsed, and was never the same person again.

****

The next day we were sitting in front of the psychologist. I made her tell the therapists everything. She was extremely reluctant. I told her that by not telling anybody, she never became happy. So why not tell somebody, like trusted licensed professionals.

She was both surprised and relieved to hear how common her condition was. Apparently people in her situation hate their bodies and tend to self-mutilate. Also in the dead boring life without sex and fun, this provided her the stimulation and attention from people. So this behavior sustained.

After the session she looked a lot more relieved. She confided in me that she felt a better and less burdened at heart. In the evening they announced her discharge. And then she surprised me.

"Can I come and stay with you for a couple of days? I just want a breath of fresh air." She said.

"Um.., Sure."

"I Promise I won't be a burden on you."

"You are not a burden. Let's go."

While taking away hospital clothes and putting on hers washed cloths, she asked my help to fasten her bra. Her hands were still wrapped in bandage. She had wrapped her sari partially and her back was bare. I could not help but admire her incredible figure. I chided myself for thinking that in the hospital. But when you are 19, female nudity is female nudity.

I tried my best to distract my mind. I thought about properties of 'I' shaped beams and 'L' shaped beams, about wind loads on structures and about regulation 394 b, regarding placement of fire escapes. But there was no escape from this fire.

She sensed hesitation in my fingers, she turned back and game me the sexiest smile ever. I felt like a kid caught hand-in-cookie-jar. I made some excuse and ran outside.

I dropped her at my home. Made a quick trip to Amir's house. Amir was not at home. His dad gave me weird glance with I told him the news. He also showed some strange relief and commented that she would be staying with me, in a house tucked away in a corner. So probably too many people won't know. He volunteered to lie in case somebody asked for her, telling them she had gone to see her father who is ill.

I was beyond any respect for this man. I wondered if he would run away if I slapped him. I collected some of her stuff and made my way back.

****

I was hardly gone for an hour or so, but by the time I walked in, she had made a big difference in the house. Lots of stuff was put away nicely. Clothes were in dirty laundry basket. She wanted to work more, but I insisted she needed rest.

"You are filthier than a pig" She quipped and laughed.

"I know. The house is not used to have a woman around." I said, looking into her eyes."And a beautiful woman? almost never."

The words just slipped and then there was silence. Both of us stood there, not knowing what to say next. She was my friend's mother, almost 18-20 years older than me, and I was flirting with her.

And then she actually blushed.

***

It rained in the evening. One window of the house faced a creek which came to life in rain. We both sat there. We watched as the raindrops danced in the creek, on the grass, and on window seal. We watched as our breath condensed on the glass and made it hazy. She drew a smiley face in that moist hazy patch. I drew lots of hair on her bald smiley, to make it a girl. She gave me a mock slap on wrist.

The wind was getting chilly.I went and got a blanket. I wrapped it around her. Then I sat a few inches apart.

She moved closer and put the blanket around my shoulders. To be a bit more comfortable, I put my hand around her and on her waist.

And there I sat, with my friends mother, with a beautiful mature sexy woman in my arms, a dream come true, a fantasy come alive. I could sense the warmth of her body, I could feel the bra strap on her back, the same that I fastened. I could feel a side of her breast on top of my thumb.

In a sudden energy burst, she got up, pulled me and we went outside. I was worried about her. But I did not want to stop her.

We danced in rain like five year olds. When we came back, we were soaking wet.

I took a towel, handed her one and went to see what time it was.

"Can you come here? I need your help to change." She called out gently.

I still remember the shot of blood this sentence sent through my body. My ears were red, my heart started beating hard. My feet started trembling. I didn't know what was going to happen next.

When I came back, she was standing there. Wet from head to toe. She looked magnificent. In that moment, I truly appreciated her figure. She was incredible.

Slowly she took away her sari and just stood there in blouse and a sheer underskirt she wore inside. Her wet underskirt pretty much gave away all details of her panties.

I took a step closer. I noticed she was trembling too.

I moved her hair away from her chest. Then I started unbuttoning her blouse from front. As my fingertips grazed her breasts, it sent shivers through my spine. Beams, I beams, L beams, structural steel, fire exits, environmental regulations, nothing seemed to help erection in my pants as more and more of her cleavage was exposed. I unbuttoned the last button and moved the

blouse out and away from her shoulders. There she stood in a white, lacy bra. Wet and beautiful. Her trembling now clearly visible.

The knocking sound on door suddenly brought us back in this world.