Nitin having sex with his sexy bhabhi Tripti

 Hi, my name is Nitin, as everybody write in the beginning, I will also  say that it a true incident of my life and I have changed just names.  I know I cannot prove, that it's a true incident, so I am leaving this decision up to readers, it really does not matter to me that it was morally wrong or right, I just know that I really love these moments, and always cherish in my memories.

Then there was a family living in our neighborhood and we were living beside each other from years, from the time when I was just a kid.

Rupa aunty was widow and she is my mother's friend and we were very close to her family.  She was living with her only son Aashish..  I use to call him Aashish bhaiya.  He is around 6-7 years elder to me, and sometimes I use to go to his house to ask my mathematics problems and he always helped me.

Saturday

 Ravi Chopra was cruising 10,000 feet above sea level in the Boeing in
which he was traveling from U.K to India.  It was about to land in a short
time.  He was daydreaming about his mother whom he had not seen since past
three years.  It was a long wait and now that he was so close his
apprehension was growing by the second.  He was getting impatient and was
biting his nails.  His joy knew no bounds when he heard the voice 'fasten
your seat belts' and he jumped into thin air when he felt aircraft landing
on the tarmac.

Mala short for Malathi Chopra was also in the same frame of mind,
waiting for her son at the Airport.  She could not believe herself when she
saw the Boeing landing.  She too could not believe she would be seeing her
son in a few moments.  Three years?  Three years was too long a wait for
her and now when the time had come to see her son, it was like seeing God.

Flashback

 Sitting on the soft cushioned chair he waited for his Mom to come down.
He had been waiting for last 15 minutes and it usually never took her so
long to dress up and come down.  At that point of time he did not know what
was holding her up as they had to reach the Airport to receive his uncle
and aunt.

After glancing at his watch for umpteenth time as he looked up his eyes
got focused on a gorgeous lady draped in a silk sari with her loose hair
flying walking down the stairs.  For few seconds it was difficult for him
to envisage what he saw.  It was hard for him to believe it was his mother,
who was so gorgeously decked, her hair loose, her body swaying walking down
the stairs and when she went past him, he was stunned when the perfume hit
his nostrils.  He was in a daze and as he could not reason out her
appearance he followed her tamely.

On following his eyes got riveted on her movements.  Seeing her body
sway he felt something, something which he could not envisage at that
moment.  It was difficult for him to conjure what was happening to him or
to her.  He had seen his mother before, dressed more gorgeously but that
had not attracted him as it had today.  It was not the dress that had
attracted him, it was something else.  His curiosity made him look at her
closely and when his eyes went over her back, he suddenly felt ashamed; to
look at his mother's back.

Though he tried to shift his gaze he could not and when his mother
stepped into the car his eyes followed her to the last glimpse.  He sat in
the car like a zombie and when they reached airport his eyes took to the
same course of action.  However hard he tried he could not pierce his eyes
from her vision.  They were glued to her back as if they were magnetized.