Indian Mother Touched

NOTE: The story is a work of fiction inspired by real events. Ages and names have been selected for privacy and compliance. This is my first story so feedback and your views are requested.

Hi all. My name is Abhishek and I was 18 years old when this incident occurred. My mom's name is Shruti and she was 43 years old. Dad's name is Ajay and he works in a reputed bank. Mom is a teacher and a fairly conservative but well educated woman. There are innumerable instances when I noticed men ogling at mom in markets, functions and public transport. She's 5'3, very fair and is more curvy than the average North Indian lady. She has naturally big breasts and mom is generally very careful about dressing properly to hide them. However, still they stand out too big and full for people to not notice.

Anyone who hails from a North Indian conservative Hindu family knows how a marriage is preceded by multiple family functions. Most of these involve close relatives and it is important to attend these functions. My mom is the youngest sibling and has an elder brother and a sister. It was a function preceding the marriage of mom's elder bro's son. For this function, about 20 of us relatives were travelling to a nearby smaller city which was about a 4 hour drive from our hometown. A traveler bus, about 30 seater was hired for the purpose. We reached the function place in the afternoon and the function continued till evening. We carried spare clothes also with us, but as it was getting late, we all started back for our hometown in whatever we were wearing.

It was the month of March- neither cold nor very hot. Most of the men were in kurta payjama while women wore saree. Mom was wearing a yellow color saree which accentuated her figure and as usual that day too she got lots of looks from all sorts of guys. The bus started at about 6:30 pm and most of the male relatives took the front seats as they were chatting. Women and kids were in the back seats. The back most vacant seats were full with items and gifts received from the to-be bride's family. Mom took a seat on the back next to a window and I took the seat opposite to her on the other side of the bus. Within a minute or two, Dheeraj Bhaiya (my elder cousin, my Mausi's son who was doing his Engineering then) took the seat next to maa and started chatting with her. There was no one sitting behind my seat or mom and Bhaiya's seat. I was alone on my seat.

Within 40-45 mins, due to the long and tiring day, almost everyone in the bus was in sound sleep. The sun had set and very little light was coming from outside from the roads in rural North India. I also slept. I had lowered my head down on my arms with support from the seat ahead me.

At about 7:30pm, I woke up little due to a jerk in the bus on a bad road. When I lowered my head under my arm and turned to left again to sleep, I accidentally got the view of the seat across as some light was coming from outside. From my angle, I saw that Dheeraj Bhaiya had a bag on his lap and had crossed his arms over it. He was looking on his right side (mom's side). Mom was also looking to her right outside the window and was holding a support handle on the back side of the front seat with her left hand. From the gap under mom's arm, Bhaiya's two fingers were extended like in a V and touching mom's left boob (from over mom's blouse). It was actually the odd way in which Bhaiya's finger and palm was extended that caught my attention. I was young then and confused about whether something is actually happening or it is just my bad thoughts playing with me.

I just kept my head in the same position and continued looking with my head bowed down like i was sleeping. Whenever some light from outside hit mom's window, i used to get the view of there. At one point after much time, when the bus hit another speed braker and light came in, I was socked to see that Bhaiya's whole left palm was resting on mom's boob. The bus jerked up and down on the braker and mom's boob was moving in his palm as the bus was moving. Mom was still in the same position as before: looking outside like nothing was happening.

This continued for a long time and Bhaiya's palm very slowly kept moving more and more towards mom. At one point, mom moved a bit and adjusted her pallu but didn't move her left arm. After this, his palm was hidden completely under mom's pallu. I could see a hint of his palm under the pallu but nothing more. Mom, as usual was just looking at the other side.

At about 9 pm we stopped for dinner at a restaurant. I noticed that mom and Bhaiya were not talking much and mom told other ladies that she was having a headache. Here, before getting back, I noticed mom getting her bag of clothes and going to the washroom. Dad asked her the reason and she told that she wants to loosen up a bit as she was feeling tight and tired. When mom came back, I observed no difference as she was wearing the same saree. However, the pallu was better adjusted to hide her huge bosom completely. This time when we got inside the bus, I don't know what came over me and I took the seat next to mom. Mom looked a bit surprised and said "abb tujhe poori seat nahi chahiye sone ke liye? Kya hua?" I just said "nahi maa, idhar bhi theek hai"

When Bhaiya came back and found me sitting next to maa, he looked very disturbed. He said to me "Bholu tuu idhar baith jaa, main Mausi ke saath baith jaunga".

I said: "idhar theek hai bhaiya. Aap aaraam se baith lo abb"

He kept looking here and there and then said in a sort of commanding tone: "Bholu mujhe Mausi se kuch baat karni hai. Guidance chahiye placement ke liye. Tuu idhar aa, mujhe udhar aane de"

I was at a loss for words and looked at mom. Mom said nothing and just looked to the other side. Not knowing what wlse to do, I got up and moved to that side.

As Bhaiya was coming to sit, mom stopped him. Said "Ek minute ruko" and pulled her bag from above. As she extended her arms to pull it, the pallu got loose and I observed that her breast was hanging lower and moving much more freely than before. I even noticed a hint of her nipple poking from under the blouse. Mom took out a shawl from her bag and went back to her place and covered hertop half with it. Bhaiya. looking confused, sat beside her.

For some time, nothing happened but after 10-15 mins bhaiya again kept his bag on his lap and crossed his arms in the same way. He was looking very uncomfortable. After some time, mom smiled and said to Bhaiya "isse odh lo toh garam rahega" and extended the shawl to him. I saw mom extend her left arm to the support behind seat ahead same way as last time but from under the shawl. Bhaiya's hands were also totally hidden under the shawl now.

Due to the shawl, I couldn't see much, but I'm sure I could make out bhaiya's hand move under the shawl.. much more confidently now under the shawl. Mom just kept looking out throughout so couldn't see her expressions. However, at one point of time, mom let out a little "aah" and looked straight at Bhiaya like a bit angry and moved her head a little as in a "No". But I didn't understand what it was about.

As we reached home, we got off and mom kept herself wrapped with her shawl. Just before reaching home, I saw Bhaiya taking out his hand from under the shawl and mom doing some adjustment under it. It was like she was sort of like she was arranging something under the shawl.

This incident though happened many years ago, has left a deep mark on my memory and still keeps cropping up in my mind. There are and will always be more questions than answers to this: Was mom complicit in this, did she knowingly let him do it, was she unaware, was she quiet just to save him from the embarrassment had others known, was there something more between them, and so on.

I know I will never get these answers, but I also know that this memory will never fade away. Thanks for reading. Please do give your feedbacks and inputs.