A Director Made Our Movie!
By now you know what happened between my mom and me in my previous stories . Mom was very casual around me. As if nothing had happened. I too acted as if everything was cool. As if I had done nothing at all. But frankly, it was eating me up. Guilt was killing me. I tried hard to let go of the incident. But little did I know it was the sweet forbidden fruit one should not taste. Once tasted the juice will only make you crave for more. Mom continued to work. Every day was the same for us. Mom leaving to work in the morning and returning back in the evening, cooking for us and serving dinner. Falling asleep early. Life went smooth. The only thing that caught my attention every passing day was how my mom was changing the way she looked. She seemed to grow younger every day. Mom had changed her outlook. She had her dressing changed. Her lipstick colors were bold. Her eyebrows were sharper than before. Her cheeks had a glow. I couldn’t help but notice her walking style had changed making her bottom swing with her steps. I had started missing her. I missed the last time I touched her. Imagining her bra clad breasts in my hands. I used to rub my dick while I put myself to sleep. I was wanting it again. I had gone desperate. That night, mom doesn’t return on the usual time from work. I wait in anticipation. I hear my phone ringing. I reach and see my mom is calling. I receive and ask, “Where are you, mom?” Mom says. “I am stuck in the rain while I was shopping for some jewelry.” The thunderstorm was warning for the night to be dark and wet. I was worried, I was thinking about how to get her home before it’s too late. I asked her to stay inside the jewelry store and told her I was on the way. I started my bike and rushed wearing a raincoat. I was looking for my mom in the shop she had addressed. But I don’t find her. I was worried. I searched for her on the street while I try to connect her on the mobile phone. I don’t see a response. It worries me more. I repeatedly try her phone and she picks up at last. I ask her where she is, she says, she is in the cafe next to the jewelry shop. I park my bike and head to the cafe. I see my mom seated with a stranger. That man I had never seen before. He looked suspicious. He was having a long beard, long hair and was wearing spectacles. He was chatting and giggling with my mom. I walked to their table and grabbed my seat. My mom introduced the stranger to me. She said he was a film director. I wished him hello and smiled. He was interested to talk to me. He was curious with his questions about me and our family. I was hesitant at the beginning but felt comfortable after a while. I shared all our family background with him. He was very compassionate. It was late and raining that night. The director was curious to know more, but we had to leave. I asked mom to start immediately and we wished him goodbye. As we were about to leave our seats, the director asked my mom for her mobile phone number. My mom without even thinking twice shared her number and he fed it on his phone. I was not comfortable. The next couple of days were as usual. Mom going to work and back home. But I didn’t know what was coming. That evening when I had been out at a party with my friends I received a call by 8 pm from my mom. Mom asked me to come home immediately. I was partying and was a little tipsy. I had to excuse myself from the party and rush home as I didn’t know what was happening. I reached home to find the director seated on our couch and mom chatting with him. I was shocked. I went and sat next to him. He started chatting with me as my mom went to the kitchen to make some coffee. He noticed me being tipsy. He asked me if I was interested in seeing some films. I said yes. He grabbed his laptop out of his bag and started showing me the films he had directed. I was shocked to see the titles he had named. ‘My son’, ‘Love Without Consent’, and so on. His first movie had scenes with all porn elements in it. I was feeling uncomfortable. As he finished showing me his short 15 minutes movie, he told me all of his movies are recorded in real-time. I got super aroused as I saw a mature woman making out with a young guy. I was speechless. I didn’t know what was running in his mind. I got up from the couch and headed to my room. I took a shower and came back to the living room. I saw my mom and the director watching a movie he had directed. Intimate scenes played on his laptop as my mom watched without uttering a word. I saw mom’s curiosity. As the movie ended, mom rushed to her room passing me. Our eyes brushed for a wink of a second. We both were not sure what is happening. The director steps close to me and whispers in my ears. If I was interested to lead in his next movie. I was shocked, speechless. I stared at him without a clue. He whispers again in my ears, “Come with me. I shall make a movie for you to remember forever.” He starts walking towards my mom’s room. I blindly followed him. He entered my mom’s room and settled on the couch in the corner. My mom’s room lights were on. He grabs his camcorder and starts recording. He asks me to sit on her bed while she is in the bathroom. I sit on the bed waiting for him to suggest what I should do. I hear the bathroom door open. My mom walks out of the bathroom wearing her maroon saree. She was carelessly dressed. Her hair was undone. Mom’s hips were shown as her saree had moved off her. She had washed her face, which had drops of water on lips. Her forehead had water dripping. Her bindi was rubbed off leaving a stain. I watched her stepping out with shock as she saw the director record all this. The director tells mom that I was interested in playing a lead role in the movie he is about to direct. Mom stood still as he asks me to start following his direction. He asks me to go stand behind mom. As I stand behind her, he asks me to smell the scent in the room and feel it. I do it.