Can we forget ?

Chapter -1 Can we forget

Hello, I am Arun,

An unbelievable incident happened in my life.

I want to share it with you.

It's doubtful whether such things happen in everyone's life.

But it really happened in my life.

In Tamil, the word 'mother' carries a lot of respect.

Many people might curse me after hearing what I'm about to say.

But I believe, based on my experience, that many things unknown to the outside world are still happening today.

I had only read about such things in stories.

I used to think they were just stories.

Only when such an incident happened in my life did I understand this.

Yes, it was an inappropriate relationship with my mother...!!! (That is, according to the world)

I have seen many people cursing others with words like "motherfucker," "son of a b***h," etc.

I understood that all this was true only when such an incident happened to me.

Even today, after my father's death,

there is no one other than my mother to take care of me without getting married again.

I did a favor for such a mother.

I made sure her life didn't go astray.

She has told me this many times.

"I don't know how I'm going to repay you for keeping me from going astray...

I will take good care of you for the rest of my life...

Your happiness is my happiness," she would say.

Let me tell you my story from the beginning, then you will understand completely...

My father was a pilot.

He died in a plane crash when I was eight years old.

I don't remember him ever being at home even when he was alive. It will be just my mother and me.

We were in Malaysia at that time.

After my father passed away, I studied in Malaysia until the tenth grade.

Then we came to India.

We stayed in an apartment in Chennai.

My mother enrolled me in a good school for +1 (eleventh grade).

Nitheesh, who lived in the apartment next to ours, also studied in my class.

We were both friends.

That incident happened that year.

Before that, let me tell you about my family.

I am a mama's boy. You could even call me a chocolate boy.

Because I grew up under my mother's care,

I was a little less courageous. I wouldn't pick a fight with anyone.

I would mind my own business. From school to home, and from home to school.

If I wanted to play, I would play with Nitheesh in our apartment's ground.

He was also like me, a mama's boy.

From a young age, my mother was everything to me.

She would bathe me, and she would bathe with me too.

Having bathed naked with me since I was a child,

would she go somewhere else to change her clothes...?

She would change my clothes, and then she would change her own clothes too.

Since I was a small boy, she wouldn't worry about me being there.

She would change her clothes while completely naked.

I didn't know anything back then. I would just sit there.

Over time, I got used to it too.

Back then, my mother's nakedness didn't affect me at all.

It was only after I was about eight years old that it felt different to me.

And even then, only slightly. When I was five years old, they would make me bend over and rub my back.

I would also apply soap to their backs.

As I grew older...

During baths and while changing clothes,

my mother had become accustomed to seeing me naked.

The same people who bathed my p***s with soap when I was five years old,

continued to do so even when I turned eight.

Even then, I would get an erection.

They wouldn't say anything. In response, they would look at it strangely.

My p***s, which was the size of a green chili pepper at five years old,

had grown to the size of a ivy gourd by the time I was eight.

Even then, they would look at it strangely.

But they would continue to bathe it with soap as usual.

There was no change in them.

Many changes occurred in me.

Only when I turned ten did they start to think a little.

There's a reason for that too.

My p***s had grown a little more.

It had gone from the size of an ivy gourd to the size of a small carrot.

Fine, soft hairs, like cat's fur, had also started to grow around it.

That wasn't even the problem; it was something they saw every day.

Once, while my mother was applying soap to my back, I touched one of her breasts.

While scrubbing my back, my hand would often accidentally touch her breast.

But that day, for some reason, it must have felt different to my mother.

After that, she stopped bathing with me,

and she stopped asking me to scrub her back.

She would only bathe me, that's all.

Even that stopped after a few days.

After that, nothing happened until I finished my tenth grade.

I was fourteen when I finished tenth grade.

At fifteen, they brought me to Chennai and enrolled me in +1.

Until now, for these four years, except for the bathing issue,

everything else happens as usual.

In Chennai, Nitish and I are good friends.

We go to school together. We do our homework together. One day, since Nitish's mother had gone out somewhere,

he was in a situation where he had to stay at our house without even taking off his uniform,

and he was sitting there with a very sad look on his face.

I know why he's like that.

The boy sitting next to him stabbed him in the thigh with a pencil.

Since the boy who stabbed him was a bully, we didn't get into a fight with him.

Mom asked him, "What happened?"

He said, "Nothing, Auntie."

When Mom asked, "Hey, tell me without hiding anything,"

And he told her what happened,

Mom asked him to show her the injured spot.

But he refused, feeling shy because I was there.

Then Mom took him to the bathroom.

After a while, she took some coconut oil with her.

I quietly got up and went and watched from a hiding place.

Nithish had taken off his trousers and was standing naked from the waist down.

His p***s was hanging long.

But it wasn't erect. It was hanging that long even without being erect.

There was a lot of hair around it.

Mom was applying coconut oil to the spot on his thigh where he had been stabbed.

Because it was the inner thigh, Mom's fingers kept touching his p***s while she was applying the coconut oil.

Even after finishing applying the oil, Mom kept rubbing it repeatedly.

Now Mom's hand was rubbing against Nithish's p***s quite a bit.

I felt a strange tingling sensation.

At the same time, I also felt a little angry.

With Mom's hand touching it repeatedly, Nithish's p***s became fully erect.

It was quite long and thick.

Mom was staring at it and kept rubbing the same spot. "Oh no, it looks like he's been stabbed here too,"

they said, grabbing his p***s and showing it back to him.

"Yes, Aunty, it hurts a lot there," he said.

"Why didn't you tell me this earlier?" they said, holding his p***s firmly with one hand

and applying oil to the base of his p***s with the other hand.

I knew very well that my mother was deliberately and slowly

massaging that spot.

It didn't seem to me like she was applying medicine;

it felt more like she was doing it out of desire.

While one hand was applying the medicine,

the other hand was pulling and tugging at it as if trying to extract something.

I didn't understand what my mother was doing,

but I was curious.

After a while, Nitish said, "I feel ticklish, Aunty."

Before he could finish speaking, something white

shot out from him.

It splattered all over my mother's face, who was applying the medicine.

My mother smiled, wiped it all off her face, and then wiped him too.

I ran and sat down in my place.

Nitish came and started doing his homework.

Around ten o'clock, Nitish's mother came and took him away.

I couldn't sleep at all that night.

For the next two or three days, Nitish didn't come.

On the fourth day, Nitish's mother was talking to my mother about something.

We both got ready for school.

It was only when we came back from school that Friday

that I learned that Nitish's mother had gone out of town.

I was very happy.

We could play well on Saturday and Sunday.

Nitish's mother had given him four sets of clothes.

"Go and take a bath, Nitish, I'll make you some Complan," my mother said.

Even then, he sat there silently.

When my mother asked, "Why, son?", he replied, "Only my mother bathes me." Mom immediately said, "Come on, I'll give you a bath."

The way Mom said it was different.

It was somehow... it sounded like she said it very happily.

I immediately asked, "Hey, you've become such a big boy,

and your mother still bathes you?" I said, laughing.

He replied, "Go away... When Mom bathes me, she scrubs me clean.

If I bathe myself, I won't scrub myself that well."

I immediately looked back at my mother.

She also said, "Yes, what he says is true. You don't bathe properly when you do it yourself.

Then why didn't you bathe me all these days, Mommy?"

"What about you...? You scrub yourself well when you bathe...

That's why I don't come," she said.

"That's not possible, today you have to bathe me too," I said.

"Okay, come, I'll bathe you first," she said, calling me.

My heart leaped with joy at the thought of being bathed by my mother after four years.

I went to bathe with a kind of exhilaration.

As soon as my mother came, she told me to take off my underwear.

I took it off with a little embarrassment.

My mother stood there looking at me with surprise.

She was completely stunned.

She had seen me naked every day when she bathed me four years ago,

and now, after four years, she was seeing me naked again.

I had a lot more hair than Nitish.

The size of my p***s was also a little longer than his.

I don't know what my mother was thinking, but she quickly came and started bathing me.

After scrubbing and bathing my back,

before putting soap on my p***s, she pulled back my foreskin. Inside, everything was lumpy and white.

"Eww... Arun, what is this... how can you keep it like this...?" they said.

They held my p***s in their hands and cleaned everything little by little.

Initially, my p***s, being with my mother, remained flaccid,

but as soon as my mother held it in her hand, it started to get erect.

As she rubbed and rubbed the tip to remove the white lumps,

my p***s became quite erect.

My mother didn't know what to do.

Finally, they finished cleaning and put the soap away.

They only rubbed and scrubbed twice, but my whole body tingled and felt strange,

and from my penis... just like what happened to Nitish yesterday, even more came out.

All of it fell right into my mother's palm.

My mother didn't know what to say.

She just stood there, speechless.

She quickly put the soap back, washed me again, and then took a towel,

told me to dry myself, and sent me away.

I came out, put on my clothes, and sat down to do my homework.

I had already finished one lesson. Nitish hadn't come out after his bath yet.

I became suspicious.

Along with that, I also wanted to see my mother bathing him.

I quietly got up and went to stand in a hidden spot and peeked.

I couldn't believe my eyes.

My mother was sucking his p***s.

He was just watching his mother sucking it.

His p***s was much bigger than what I had seen yesterday.

As I watched, my own p***s started to grow bigger on its own.

I felt jealous of him and angry at my mother.

After a while, it looked like my mother swallowed something.

I came back and sat in my place.

Ten minutes later, he came out.

I didn't say anything and continued doing my homework.

My mind stubbornly refused to forget what my mother had done to Nitish in the bathroom.

That night, I lay down on the edge of the bed.

Nitish lay down next to me.

My mother finished all her work and lay down on the other side of him.

I couldn't sleep at all. However, I lay there with my eyes closed. Nitish fell asleep.

My mother kept lifting her head occasionally and looking at me.

I wondered, "Oh... are they checking to see if I've fallen asleep...?"

I lay there with my eyes closed, pretending to be asleep.

After a while, my mother moved down a little and lay down.

They went almost up to Nitish's waist.

Supporting herself with one hand on the side of her head,

she put her hand inside Nitish's trousers while looking at me.

She kept grabbing and pulling his p***s.

In a short time, it became long and thick.

After making sure I was asleep,

she took his p***s out through the opening of his trouser leg

and started sucking it.

Since Nitish was lying on his back, I could clearly see what she was doing.

My p***s also became incredibly erect.

Luckily, I was covered with a blanket, so it wasn't visible.

Mom now unbuttoned all of his trousers

and took it completely out.

My heart was pounding.

I had a feeling that was a mixture of fear and excitement.

Since I had my eyes mostly closed, they didn't know I was awake.

Even so, they kept looking at me frequently.

Nitish woke up. He said, "It hurts, Auntie."

Mom stopped sucking his p***s.

She climbed back up and lay down near his head,

leaning on her elbow.

For a while, she kept peeking at me.

Then she put her hand inside her nightgown and took out one of her breasts.

I was startled. My heart started beating rapidly.

The breasts I had seen when I was young.

They looked exactly the same as they did when I was a child.

Do you know how beautiful my mother's breasts are...? It would stand perfectly upright, in just the right size. It wouldn't droop at all.

It would be firm like a rubber ball.

I'm saying this now because I'm telling the story.

But at that age, I didn't think of all this.

I only felt like I wanted to keep looking at it.

I felt a strong desire as I watched my mother's breasts.

I overheard my mother whispering something to Nitish in his ear.

Nitish turned over, hugged his mother, and started sucking.

But I couldn't see anything clearly; his head was blocking the view.

After a while, she took out her other breast and put it in his mouth.

Now, as he was sucking on his mother's second breast,

her first breast started to become slightly visible above his head.

As his head moved, his mother's beautiful breast also moved, bulging slightly.

My mother kept stroking his head.

At one point, she started moaning.

That sound of my mother's moaning did something to me...

It seemed my mother couldn't bear it anymore. She started moaning louder.

"Can you do it...?" she asked in a whisper.

He didn't seem to understand at the time. I didn't understand either.

"What, Aunty?" he asked.

"Do you know how to put your p***s inside and do it...?" she asked.

He replied, "Hmm..."

"How do you know...?" she asked.

"I've done it with my mother..." he said.

That's when I realized,

it seemed he did these kinds of things with his own mother too.

Then I also thought that maybe I could do these things with my mother too.

Then why is this mother doing this with him, leaving me out...?

I'm just like him...

Besides, mine is even bigger than his... Then why is this mother like this...?

I was confused.

I longed to do the same thing to my mother. My mother looked at me intently once, and then said to him, "Okay, come upstairs..."

My mother always wore full-length nightgowns.

So she simply untied the drawstring of her nightgown and parted it on both sides.

Even though I was used to seeing my mother change clothes every day,

today, for some reason, my mother seemed different to me.

Even in that darkness, my mother's fair complexion was clearly visible.

Mom held his long p***s, placing it somewhere between her legs,

and said, "Hmm... do it."

He started moving his hips up and down.

Only later did I realize that Mom had held his p***s and told him to insert it into her urinary opening.

It took me a day to understand this.

After doing this for half an hour, he suddenly lay down on top of Mom.

Mom gave him many kisses.

She caressed him affectionately.

Now she had even forgotten to keep looking back at me.

For a while, Mom was silent.

Then she started stroking his p***s with her fingers.

In a short time, it became erect again.

Again, Mom told him to get on top and do it.

Again, he did it just like before.

This time, Mom started moaning quite loudly.

Without the slightest concern for me, Mom was happily enjoying herself with him.

I had been watching this for a long time,

and I don't know when I fell asleep. I just drifted off to sleep.

The next day was Saturday.

I woke up only at nine in the morning. And it was Mom who woke me up.

She said, "You have to go to keyboard class at ten o'clock, the auto will arrive,

go and take a bath quickly."

When I insisted that she should bathe me,

"Arun..., you're being very stubborn lately...?"

she said, and reluctantly bathed me while grumbling.

Exactly when she was applying soap to my p***s, it became erect again today.

But Mom didn't say anything. They patiently gave it a bath with soap.

Then I hurriedly left and went to my keyboard class.

I will only be back at 1:00 PM. Until then, Mom will have a good time.

When I returned in the afternoon, it was 1:30.

Nitish and I ate and played video games for a while.

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