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The Train Ride

by Naughtyboy2053 01/29/04

Rohan watched the train coast into the station. Glancing down at his watch, he saw that it was already four o'clock. He had been waiting for the train almost an hour. The smell of diesel and hot metal washed over him as the train finally came to a stop. Looking down the line of dirty silver cars, he saw a lady hanging out of a window frantically waving to someone. She was one good looking woman, he thought before he realized that it was his mother. He grinned foolishly, waving back at her. As she continued to wave, he picked up his suitcase and trotted down the platform toward her. Watching her, he saw that she was leaning farther out the window the nearer he got to her.

"Hello Ma!" he puffed, setting his bag down and reaching up for her.

"Oh, My Beta! I'm so happy to see you," she said leaning down "It seems like it's been forever since I last saw you."

She was leaning out so far out of the window that her saree had fallen to the side revealing her big, soft white breasts. He tried not to look, but the temptation was too great. He felt himself blush as he sneaked a peak down her blouse at her swollen breasts.

"You'd better stop leaning out so far or you'll fall," he told her, pushing her back, hoping her blouse would close and hide her beautiful breasts from view once again.

"I was just so excited to see you," she laughed happily, slowly leaning back into the car.

"Hurry up, get on board," she gushed ecstatically, "Hurry!"

Picking up his bag, he hurried over to the door where he saw that he and his mother were put up in a two member cabin. He entered the train and went to their cabin. He smiled cheerfully when he saw his mother standing in the doorway waiting for him.

"Oh, My Beta!" she blurted out, grabbing him and giving him a big hug.

The smell of his mother's intoxicating perfume greeted him as he took her into his arms. Hugging her back, he felt the same big breasts he had shamefully stared at earlier now flatten out against his chest. His mother hadn't changed a bit, he thought. She was still a very affectionate woman.

"Come on inside," she told him, taking his hand and pulling him inside, "I have so much to tell you."

Closing the door, Gita turned and looked at him. She didn't speak for a long time as she stood looking at him affectionately. Rohan felt himself blush as his mother's eyes traveled up and down his body. Finally, she sat down beside him. "God, it is good to see you," she sighed, taking hold of his hand and giving it a hard squeeze. "You're all I've got now.” Then she began to talk. It was as if she had held it back ever since her divorce. Now it all came pouring out.

Rohan knew that his father had left his mother for a younger woman. It had been several weeks since it had happened and Rohan had talked to his mother several times on the phone since then. He thought she had handled it quite well, but now face to face with her, he could see the damage it had done to her psyche. He could see wrinkles around her eyes that hadn't been there six months ago. She began to unload her burden of depression, guilt, and blame onto him once again. She told him how Rohan had left her without any notice. He had just left one day without so much as a how-do-you-do. He had run off with his secretary and they were now living somewhere in Goa.

Rohan knew this much as his father had called him and told him that he had left his mother. His father had said it was his fault and that Rohan shouldn't blame his mother for anything that had happened. He had offered no excuses or alibis. He had just stated that he found his secretary, Stella more compatible. His father did tell Rohan that he had left his mother very well off financially.

Rohan sat listening to his mother unload her troubles onto him. After a few minutes, she stopped talking. She reached out and pulled him to her. “I don't think I can ever trust any other man, but you," she said emphatically, "did you know that?"

Before he could answer, the train jerked to life and started to move. As it did, it lurched and his mother fell against him. Reaching out instinctively to brace herself, her hand plunged down into his crotch, landing squarely on top of his semi-erect penis.

Momentarily pinned against him as the train continued to gain momentum, she didn't move her hand for several seconds. At last the impetus lessened and she moved away from him.

"I'm sorry," she gushed, a red tinge spreading over her face. "I didn't hurt you did I?"

"No, you didn't hurt me," he told her. Neither of them spoke for several moments as they listened to the sound of the train picking up speed. Soon they were speeding along, adapting to the slight swaying vibration of the train. After a few more moments, his mother began talking again. Holding onto his hand like she was afraid that he would leave her too. Rohan felt sorry for her. She had been deeply hurt. Now it seemed as if he was her only salvation. He wanted her to get it all off her chest so he let her go on and on. As the train sped along, she would talk a while and then cry for a while. Comforting her best he could, he could only give her a reassuring hug every once in a while. Then abruptly, she stopped crying. Turning away from him, she blankly stared out the train window at the landscape speeding by outside. She seemed to be deep in thought.

Sitting back, Rohan absent-mindedly checked her for any other signs of mental or physical deterioration. There were no other obvious signs of the obvious strain she was under. He could only wonder what had possessed his father to leave her. She was still a stunningly beautiful woman even at forty. Unconsciously admiring her, he saw her long, silky hair falling down over her shoulders, framing a face that could grace any fashion magazine. Big, full breasts swelling out proudly above her flat, trim belly. Long, graceful legs, tucked up under her firm, rounded buttocks. Her feet, tiny and bare were blemish free. Yes, his mother was an exceptional beauty. His father must be stupid.

He knew that she would have no trouble finding another man; if she ever decided to start looking again as men would come running after her. He just hoped it would not happen. But right at the moment, she didn't seem emotionally capable of handling another relationship. She had told him over and over again that she didn't think she could ever trust another man, except him. It was sad that his parents had divorced after twenty years of marriage. It seemed to have devastated his mother and left a big, ghastly scar that might not ever heal.

Finally, snuggling up against him, she began to cry softly. "Oh, I am so very, very glad you're here," she wept softly, "I have been so lonely and unhappy. But now, I feel safe and happy and, and all warm inside."

"You know you can come to me anytime, Ma," he told her, gently pulling her up against him and giving her kiss on the head. "For anything."

"Oh, Thank you, you don't know how much it means to have someone you can turn to for comfort, or...anything," she sniffed, the flow of tears finally slowing, "thank you so much."

She didn't speak for several moments as they sat holding each other. Then she looked up at him with the most serious look on her face.

"Rohan, Do, uh, could, uh," she started to say.

Just then there was a knock on the door.

"I'll get it," he said, getting up.

Opening the door, he found the conductor standing there.

"Do you need dinner?" he asked in Hindi.

"No thanks! We will come to the pantry car" Rohan told him, closing the door.

"What were you going to say, Ma?" he asked her as he sat back down beside her.

"Oh, nothing," she smiled weakly, "Nothing that can't wait."

"Good, because I'm hungry," he told her.

"Me, too," she agreed. "Let's go eat."

Her mood seemed to improve noticeably as they tidied up. Soon, they were laughing and bumping against each other in the tight confines of the small compartment as they train rattled along. Concerned at her sudden change of attitude, he shrugged it off to the stress she was under. Hoping that she was over her crying jag, he smiled and opened the door for her.

As they walked down the narrow corridor toward the dining car, they couldn't help bumping and brushing against each other. Laughing and tittering like two teenagers, they finally made it to the dining car. They were immediately seated by their waiter. Clinging to his hand, his mother seemed afraid to let go of it. Rohan was beginning to feel a little self conscious as his mother fawned over him.

"I don't know if I can ever let you go," she said softly, giving his hand another squeeze “You are my only man now."

Wondering what she meant, he was relieved when their meal arrived. She finally released his hand long enough to let him eat his dinner.

After dinner, they held hands and made their way down to their cabin. His mother seemed to have overcome her possessiveness as they sat talking. Feeling his eyelids growing heavier and heavier, he spoke out

"Ma, I've had a long day," he yawned. "I think I'm going to bed"

"Oh, so soon," she whined.

"I'm afraid so," he grinned sleepily, "I can barely keep my eyes open."

"Oh, well, okay, go ahead;" she told him, pouting sadly, "I'm going to the bathroom. I’ll be down later."

Rohan was feeling very tired after the long day. Fumbling with his clothes, it seemed to take forever to get them off. He knew he should put his pajamas on, but he was too tired to find them. He vaguely remembered something about his mother telling him that he could have the lower berth and she would sleep on the upper berth. Reeling over to the berth, he found it difficult to keep his balance in the swaying, rocking car. Standing there naked, struggling with the latch, he hoped that his mother wouldn't walk in and catch him. He felt more than a little foolish and uncomfortable as he struggled with the berth. Finally, he felt the catch open and the berth flopped down. Throwing back the covers, he quickly crawled naked into bed and within moments was sound asleep.

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