I was embarrassed and I turned the other side. I fell asleep. I woke up to something moving inside my shorts. I lay still, acted like I was sleeping. ... could feel my mother’s warm breath on my neck and shoulders. She was playing with my dick and her pussy. I was hard. My breathing got heavier and my heart beat faster. My mom stopped and quickly removed her hand from my shorts and felt my heartbeat. She said, “Parth?” Are you awake?” I turned towards her. She said that she was so sorry and she. "My father won't let me see anybody young," Are you so in need?" I asked, enjoying her smell."Go away," she squeaked. "You're dirty, ragged and unshaven. Get away. And you smell. How rude!" She sniffed and closed the door.I pushed it open and stepped in beside her, putting my musket to rest against the wall. I held her at the hips and pulled her belly against mine. She was a lean and brave beauty. "Suppose," I said, our lips an inch or so apart, "suppose I bathe and shave and clean my hair,. I got a bulge in my pants just watching her teach.I was pretty good at English and so she used to ask me to help her out with her work.That day she called me to the staff room and asked me what I was doing the next Sunday. I said I’m planning to do some project work and play cricket.She then turned sad and said “ohh I was hoping you could help me correct the papers at my home! Also it’s my birthday!!!” I can’t believe I just got an invitation to her home on her birthday. I’ll be there I blurted. She hadn’t bothered with makeup yet and the creases around her eyes were deeper and sadder than I had observed yesterday. Her eyes were red and a little puffy. A tear still trickled down her cheek. I reached across with my napkin and gently dried her eye. She looked up at me directly then.“He’s gone,” she said flatly.“Did he leave a note?” I asked. She pointed at my plate. Under the dome covering my dish of oatmeal was a small envelope with my name on it. I somehow didn’t think it was a get.