Mom's meeting a stranger on the train

The story I'm about to tell is real; the moment it happened, it was nothing shocking. Because the chain of events that unfolded then was very coincidental. A chain of events correctly placed can make impossible things come true. Sometimes ending so beautiful. But when I read and remember, I am amazed, extremely shocked and sore because it was not the right thing to happen. But sometimes these things look beautiful.
Yes, this story is not normal, only the title should give an indication that it is not normal. This story, friends, is a romantic affair of my mother with a stranger and I was the camera and the microphone, my eyes and ears were the witness. Capturing this beautiful but disturbing story for me, who would have thought a real incident like this one narrated by a son wasn't disturbing to his son?
My mother's name is Shobha and she was 44 at the time. Near menopause, I was 19 years old studying engineering in the third year. It was November and we were going to our hometown, Bangalore - me and my mother. My younger brother and father stayed to work and my brother to study. I had finished my semester exam and had 15 days off.
Mother was behaving erraticly, emotionally disturbed and unstable at the time. Doctors said his mood swings were caused by menopause syndrome. That she needed fresh air, attention and love.
So we booked our train tickets to Bangalore for me and my mom.
Let me describe you about Mom. Mom's a well-educated graduate. But a housewife. Mom is a very beautiful woman. Typical Maharastrian beauty. Very blond hair, beautiful and silky, slightly colored, with a brown tone. A little on the short side, five feet and an inch. Beautiful construction and figure of a typical of the 1940s, not plump, nor thin, a healthy constitution. She had a very nice hip and a very fair belly button. She used to wear only saris and the upper and lower back were visible and, trust me, the most beautiful, clear, soft, clean skin. She didn't wear any makeup and she didn't have to. She had a very pretty face that men used to turn their heads to get a second glimpse of her. She was a very attractive woman back then. She had that simple, sober appearance, but if anyone observed the curvature of her face and especially her fine, beautiful lips. They wouldn't take their eyes off. She had a beautiful rectum, not too long and not too short, which in combination with her lips were absolutely sexy. She had a nice medium size, not too big, but globular breasts. She had a nice soft shoulder and a bulky trunk, the kind that men like to hug.
Now, the reason I described my mother here is because it's an important part of the story having the characters' visualization. Also so that you realize that, as a son, I always found it difficult to hang out with the mother, because when a teenager it affected me and gave me a complex of seeing men around paying attention and the mother being the center of it and I never wanted to be so close. And other people's feelings and eyes letting you know that your mother is a delight to men's eyes around.
But now I had no choice, because I had to go with her, because even I was worried about her behavior, although the doctors said it was just a passing phase. But I felt it was my responsibility to make immediate changes in your life.
Then came the day of the trip, the mother wore a pink sari and a matching blouse, we arrived at Mulund station at 6 o'clock and boarded the second class, it was Sunday and the train was almost empty. I sat comfortably by the window, my mother sat in the middle seat, since the whole seat was empty. A man sitting in front of us was continually looking at her. She didn't seem to notice and I ignored the whole thing, it was normal for me and I had prepared for worse than traveling in the middle class. Do the same thing when you're alone and some beautiful woman is sitting in front of me. It's a natural tendency of men. We were going to travel to Dadar to catch our train from Bangalore, it was a 30-minute journey, at the next station the crowd increased, a man about 45 years old entered our compartment and sat in the empty space ahead of us, he was handsome mature man with what looked like a disciplined lifestyle that he must have lived for the first time. Mom looked at him. He was gasping, must have taken the train after running a lot, he settled in and after looking around fixed his eyes on his mother. He turned to pretend he wasn't looking, and after a while, the train began to look back often at his mother. He was carrying some luggage and it looked like he was probably gonna catch some long-distance train like us. He was looking at his mother and his mother was looking at him, both seemed compatible, some people matched the two, both beautiful, there was some attraction I could feel. In the next season the crowd rose and a man came eager to sit next to her, he was dirty and ugly-looking, the mother held the seat without moving not allowing him to sit, seeing this the stranger asked the ugly man to sit in his place and stayed, he stood there for a while and looking at her house. Mom finally asked him to sit next to her while the next season was busy. He sat next to his mother, saving distance not to touch her. As the crowd grew, four people were sitting on each seat, but not ours. A couple of elderly Guajarati arrived and stood by our seat. The stranger didn't move. The old man seeing this began "arey bhai sarko yar biwi ke sath baithe ho itni khubsoorat biwi hai tumhari itne alag nahi baythte bhai tumhara waha khikii ke bahar dekh raha hai thodha novel karo biwi ke saath" meaning (i man, change a little bit you are sitting with such a beautiful wife, do not keep so far away, your son is busy watching the window have a romance with his wife) when hearing this, I was shocked, just as my mother and a stranger, but I did not reverse it, because it would become a drama if we did, the stranger approached obediently the mother, allowing the older woman to sit next to him in the last chair, he did not move much, although he allowed a small space for the older woman, seeing this mother asked him to give more space and move closer to her. He approached her and now his thighs and shoulders were touching after five minutes or so, I could guess he was feeling uncomfortable and to ease the situation I asked his mother where they were going, his mother replied and he smiled and said he was going on the same train.
We should travel about 20 minutes like this to get to the terminal station. I was feeling uncomfortable, Mom sitting so close to the man, my mom was talking to him, it was obvious that she was feeling comfortable with him, otherwise she wasn't the kind of guy who talks to strange men, my mom asked him "you're traveling alone"? It was obvious that he laughed and said yes “I left my wife at home forever, it’s good to give you and the wife some time away from each other, in fact I’m on vacation and planning to go to some places in the south, in search of conscience, your son and you are traveling on his vacation” the mother responded with a pause “yes, until I’m taking a test of conscience” she gave a little smile they paused the conversation for a while looking directly, the swinging of the train pushed them against each other they were exchanging looks intermittently, once trying to take something out of the side pocket of the pants, he accidentally brushed on the mother’s side navel, the mother looked at him with an empty look, he said “sorry”, the mother said “everything is fine” and smiled back. Mom asked him “where do you work” weird– “I’m a freelancer and publish magazine work”
mother– “should be interesting”
Strange– “I love it, you work too”
Mother– “no, I’m just a housewife”
Strange - “no housewife is fair, I’m sure you should have hobbies”.
I was surprised by their conversation going personal now. There was some trouble on the train and he stood for 10 minutes
Strange– “oh God, now what happened, I hope there’s no big deal, we don’t want to miss our train”
Mother– “hmm”
mother–”in which compartment are you traveling”
strange– “I have no reservation, I will see and fix something with the ticket office”
Mother–”I hope you get a place, it’s a long trip, and night trip you can’t do without a sleepyhead”
strange–” I'm used to it, I can go anywhere without reservation'
Mom smiled,
strange - "your son is very quiet"
Mom - "Yes, he is, he just finished his exams"
Strange - "serious"
Mother - "Yes, he is an engineering student, you must be having children"
Strange - “Yes, a daughter, she’s in college, children these days are strange”
The train finally moved and it was absolutely crowded, we would have the task of moving to the exit to cross the crowd ; 10 more minutes to the station... Ten minutes would change a lot inside Mom.
Strange–” I think we should start moving now if we have to leave.”
Mother– looking around with a worried look “so much crowd that I think best I have gone to the female compartment”
weird–” it may be, don’t worry we’ll get out, I just have this small backpack, give me a bag of yours you don’t have to carry anything in your hand, and you’ll have to use your hands to keep the balance”
Mother–" we can't do much"
We had a suitcase and a side bag that Mom was carrying.
We started moving since I was in the window I was the last to leave
the stranger got up and the mother also carrying the side bag on the shoulder, the mother was losing the balance and I held her up and asked her to give the bag to her. she said she was all right and she moved slowly behind the strange two guys ran between me and the mother and she was pushing like they had to get to the next station, my mother cried out to them and she said she didn't want any trouble while trying to move towards her, which was impossible, since a lot of people on the other side went through the pass, and stood between the mother and me, the man behind her probably touched her in some place with dirty intentions, but she was giving a bite to the man, she was asking her mother to go to the women's compartment, the man behind her was saying "If you were so worried about it, you should have gone to the men's comp, and the stranger asked her to the man in the car, she was asking her mother to give the bag to her arm, she gave the bag, she was saying, but she wasn't holding the arm to the man in the man in the car, she said to the car to the car to the car to the car to the car, she
Conscious that the next station was coming, he pulled and turned his mother towards the side bars of the compartment passage near the exit so that people could come down and run in and the mother would be safe between the side bars and her chest, because the station was approaching the people began to pressure to leave, in Mumbai people leave even before the train stopped completely, so that a crowd of passengers waiting to enter before the train left the station, there is almost a great preparation that you can see to leave before 10 20 seconds after the arrival of the station, people push and push trying to move forward, and there is a lot of pressure growing inside the compartment, for the first time I was glad that the stranger was looking after his mother, he was protecting her with his arms around the bars and she was clinging to his chest his hands had come out of the hug.
And they were under her in front of her crotch. He was making sure it wasn't touched. The mother had calmed down and was looking down. She was also surprised at what had happened, the stranger was looking forward, the pressure of the crowd and the swing of the train made them swing against each other and her hands were accidentally touching his crotch, it seemed that his breath had gotten a little heavier, it was an obvious accident or not, the sexual sensations of the man increase without realizing, it is natural after a woman touches him and especially near his private parts. The
Next 15 seconds to unload and 20 seconds to load the train would change a huge thing in Mom's life.
The stranger was feeling uncomfortable, it was obvious that he was horny with a beautiful woman hugged with him, to get comfortable he started talking to the mother I was away and it looked like they were whispering something I could see the faces of both and lips as I was distant and had a side view, what I could read on his lips was.
Strange–” you’re fine”
Mom looked up and said, "Yes without looking into his eyes,
strange – smiling as if he were telling a joke” I’ve never been in a situation like this even with my wife, for a while I had forgotten it was you, I was thinking it was my wife, I’m sorry if I did something wrong”
Mom looked him in the eye and said “thank you very much”
strange–” we do not know each other’s name, I am Girish, what is yours?
Mother - “Shobha”
When the station arrived, people began to unload pushing the strange Girish hard as he left, he was bowing to open space and his face and his mother's face were very close to each other, the back of his mother's hands in front of his crotch and Girish's crotch was pressing on the back of her hand, he was breathing heavily again with a contact like that, his breath was going to the neck and lobes of his mother's ears, 8 seconds passed, I was counting for it to go another 35 40 seconds until people came in and were comfortable positions inside the compartment so that the passage would be released and the pressure would fall and space would increase.
In the next 3 to 4 seconds, Girish, looking comfortable, just a few minutes ago during the conversation, was suddenly lost in ecstasy, he was struggling not to appear, but there are some revealing signs and you can say. Mom was obvious to that and now she was aware of her erection on the back of her hands, if she removed it, her dick would pressure directly on her sensitive point, I could see that mom slowly began to close her eyes and kept them close, she was absolutely lost as if she were in a dream, her breath was getting a little heavier, Girish saw that, he was continually looking at her lips, his lips were close to her mother's, his lips were incredibly beautiful, now his breath and his mother's were on each other's lips, he still didn't lose total control, but it was obvious, he wasn't able to avoid it yet, obvious to him now that the mother was also in the same boat as him and it wasn't their fault, he was pushing his crotch rhythmically and very slowly moving his hand together with the train and the pushes of the gentler now, nobody was watching the people leaving, and for a brief pause and the mother was clearly visible, yet the mother opened her back to the crowd, and now she couldn't reach her hands.
The train had begun and now it was five minutes to our station. I expected more space now, but that didn't happen, I lost sight of them again. I was advancing to push people away more than to leave, but to be furious at the incidents I was witnessing. I couldn't see them now, although he had approached me because two broad men blocked my vision, I got numb and I started to wonder what they should be doing now, if he kissed her, he moved her hand and touched her breasts, they were so excited now that they would start kissing in public, he was now caressing her vagina with his dick, I had seen her hands on his back the last time I had the vision, she submitted to him, she was seduced, her hands were on his back, there were no barriers between his ideal spot and his dick, except his clothes for a moment, he was a strong man, well built, handsome, looking at his age, I thought he should have a big dick, Mom liked that, another thought went through my head my dad had diabetes for years, people with diabetes long have erectile dysfunction, it would be a reason for emotional insubportation of the mothers. I thought I had a brief glimpse of them and saw him whispering in his mother's ears, he was saying "I love you, dear heart", so after a while, again, I saw his mother whispering at his age, she was saying "you made me hot" just fuck me hard"... it was my mind playing. If he had fucked her dry, he had ejaculated into his pants ... came to reality, I had to get off the train just to console them, I thought they should be arguing about me, if I'm going out, it might be that she was worried about me after coming out of her accidental euphoria, I somehow managed to get close to the exit and get close to them, they were a little bit in a better position, he was away from her and there was some light between them now, but to my surprise, her hands had gotten away from the bars and was holding her on the shoulder with delicacy, much better thought after what I had seen, I patted him on the back, he turned and saw me “thank God you arrived, your mother was worried, you are fine”. I said “yes”, his hand was still there on her shoulder and, thinking about it, he removed it, the singing was still heavy, his mother and he had little perspirations on their faces, very light, but strange for the month of November, ”the heat is on ‘’ I wanted to say, but no..
Mom asked me if I was okay and said we should thank Uncle, without him I would have been through terrible times. I thanked Uncle Girish. Uncle Girish asked her mother saying her name “Shobha come in front of me we will have to be ready to go down” the mother lost a little balance she was low and could not reach the top to hold the bars, and holding her on both shoulders he said “don’t worry, I caught you, you won’t fall” with a smile, the mother turned and smiled at him. I saw an instant change in her mother as to what she was before we started the journey, she hadn't smiled like that in a long time.
15 to 20 seconds were missing for the station and people were pushing me behind Uncle Girish and his mother in front of him he held her hard and held all the pressure on his back he left a hand to hold the strap on top to balance and a hand on his mother's shoulder, unable to balance with the increasing pressure, he moved his hand from her shoulder and on the other shoulder, his arm was clearly pressing the upper half of his breasts (my mind ran to the moment when I had seen Mom's breasts accidentally when she came out of the bath, she had firm breasts and incredible globulars, I got horny to see her milky white breasts dripping drops of her nipples after the bath, her nipples were so firm and beautiful, the first time I had seen women's breasts, now this Uncle Girish had the chance to feel them, oh God).
Her back hit him on the chest and her buttocks leaning on his crotch, her mother moved her hand and rested on top of his hand that was leaning on her shoulder, I couldn't see it, but it was like she was expressing to him, we're going out now, and the mother was expressing it, it might be a thank you or some gesture of “I missed her”. She had stood her head on his chest, there was little space so maybe I thought she was settling in, I don't know what I knew, it was more than that, she was completely leaning on him and intermittently wanting to adjust or whatever was giving her a push away from her buttocks to settle in, which was pushing her buttocks over her crotch. I was in the back and she didn't see me and I just saw it from the side. Uncle Girish was noticing the gestures, for other people it wouldn't be obvious, because it was so much for the circumstances and situation if you looked around, each person was in similar positions, leaning on each other, on someone's crotch on someone's ass. I know her and only I knew Uncle Girish wasn't your husband, to everyone else they looked like a couple, husband and wife. I could clearly feel the difference and it was obvious... Uncle Girish was now obvious with her gestures, he was the one who was in contact with her body, so he probably read her gestures better, maybe now he knew more than me or anyone else, maybe they were talking, sharing their feelings with body contacts, she must be doing it and telling him something he read,
I saw him gently pressing his hand on her shoulder and intermittently with the natural swing of the train that pushed the crotch on her ass, he now may be understood something, there are gestures between close people that convey more than words, a kind of understanding, it may be that they came to that understanding in a small proximity that they shared, perhaps it was the emotional emptiness within both that with the small accidental proximity bought them really close, maybe she was saying something to him with those gestures and he was understanding, for me now it was nothing sexual, it was as if there was body contact that shared more bonds than sex, sex is just a side effect that is uncontrollable and involuntary. It seemed like they were talking without saying a word. It seemed that because they were unable to speak, and might never be able to speak what they wanted, and with little time remaining and unable to share feelings, but sharing the bond with bodily contacts, it was as if the mother was afraid of losing her bond at the next station and holding him with those gestures,
Uncle Girish, aware of his communication in a comforting way, was pressing his shoulder gently and now began to add rhythmically more to the action of swaying gently, in no erotic way, just sharing a feeling of deep bond with that touch of his sensitive organ on his beautiful rounded butt, reciprocating the bond, so that nobody was aware of it, except me, and that both were aware that I was watching, but nothing could be done they had an excuse and very little time now, I managed to pass through their side and now on the side, Mom was leaning on his shoulder, closed eyes, Girish had stopped putting more on his swings and only the swing of the train that was pushing his dick on the buttocks, the mother felt the change and difference and opened her eyes. She saw me and behaved as if nothing had happened there was no sign on her face that she was doing something wrong, asked if she was feeling well, she said yes, smiled and said "just a little exhausted", again she closed her mouth eyes and leaned on Uncle Girish, with her head near her lips, another gesture that looked like, when the train stopped, he leaned forward and kissed the top of her head in her hair and made it look like an accident, maybe she asked him with that last gesture approaching her head from his lips, without saying and he read perfectly. Like it was a goodbye kiss. With a big push we all got off the platform.