Our sex life was always good, but it too had been lacking because life was getting in the way. He was away on business a lot, I was studying for my Ma...ters, and we had kids. Not a whole lot of time for each other. Most of our time was spent in bed, talking a little, sleeping a lot. It was an endless barrage of get up and go, go, go, kiss each other now and then, hope for a quite Friday or Saturday morning where nothing was planned and try to get some nookie in then. I understood his frustration. He was friends with the shadiest of people. You could call him a ‘lafanga’ if you wish too. Alok saw me in a market once when I was shopping. And like all Delhi lafanga’s he started to follow me. If any Delhi girl is reading this, she’ll know how common it is to be followed and troubled by such lafangas in Delhi on a day to day basis. Anyway, so Alok started to follow me and I was unaware of this. So by the end of the day he knew where I lived and with his funny connections found out my mobile. . I mean I'm married and I don't know... uh...does itmean I'm, uh, oh, you know uh..." a lesbian?" Mary interjected."Yeah, I have these feelings and sometimes they're really strong, ya know?"Mary almost chuckled at the poor woman's distress but she managed to holdit in."It's quite normal to have these kinds of feelings, and NO that doesn'tmake you a lesbian. I could go so far as to say that most women have thesefeelings from time to time. Some women have them more strongly than others;some. “Oh, Shravan,”, she murmured, “We can’t.”“We already have, Mom!”, I whispered, and covered her mouth with mine.As the kiss got hotter, Mom broke away.“No, Shravan, this is wrong!”, she whispered hoarsely.She said it without conviction, so I placed a hand on her right tit, and began fondling her through the silky material of her nightie.Mom’s fingers felt so good around my cock.“But Shravan, you’re my son”, said Mom, her voice almost a moan.“I know, Mom, but that makes it better, we both love.