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Note: This story contains graphic sexual
descriptions and should not be read where it
is illegal or by people under the legal age
under their local laws.
Note: This story may not be changed or
posted or otherwise used without permission
from the author. "Hi!"
SIGNALS
Part 5
By OneGallus
"Hello Wayne." She stood by her desk, her eyes
sparkling and her teeth flashing.
"You have a beautiful tan!" I joked.
"No, I am already tan, but I am probably darker,"
she smiled. "You look as if you may have
burned."
"Yes, a little, then it turns brown. I'm glad
you went with us." I wanted to touch her, but
was not willing to go public yet.
"And so am I," she said.
"I saw you take your shoes off in class." I felt
myself smiling.
"Did I do that?" she said, tilting her head.
"You know you did."
"My feet have a mind of their own, Wayne Renfro."
"Very intelligent, I think." Only when she
laughed did she take her eyes from me.
"What are you doin' after school?"
"I am working today."
"Where?"
"At one of my father's motels."
"How late will you be working?"
"Probably till after dark."
"I wanted to talk with you."
"Come to the motel." She was looking into me.
"Really, will it be OK?"
"I think so; I will ask my father." Obviously,
she wanted it whether he did or not.
"Even though you know that it would be OK?"
"O yes, I must always ask," she said, a
challenge.
"OK, that's fine."
"But you don't approve?" she asked, narrowing her
eyes.
"I didn't say I didn't approve."
"Can you get a ride to the motel?"
"I think so, where is it?"
"Near downtown," she said.
"Maybe Mom can bring me."
"Oh, I hope she can. If so, we can have dinner
at the motel restaurant, it is Indian food."
"I think she'd like that. She likes to try new
things. I'll call her right after school's out.
Ten minutes after the dismissal bell, I met Sonia
at her locker.
"Did you reach your Mother?" she asked.
"Yes, she's looking forward to the Indian food.
She says it's her treat."
"Is six or six-thirty OK?"
"Oh I think so. If it isn't I'll call you at the
motel."
Sonia wrote down the address and phone of
Toledotel and sketched a map in her spiral
notebook, then tore out the paper and handed it
to me.
I stepped down from the bus and walked the half
block to my home. When I had talked to Mom
earlier on the phone, nothing was said out of the
ordinary but I knew we were both thinking of our
encounter the night before. That morning, I had
left the house before she rose. That was very
unusual. Usually she was up in time to tell me
goodbye, and kiss me. Perhaps she was
intentionally avoiding that, I thought. As I
sat, eating my Life cereal, I became very much
convinced that she must be evading me. Actually,
I was glad for it. I didn't want to start the
day with "discussions," and "understandings." I
wasn't sure I wanted them anytime, but I knew
they were bound to come.
At 3:45 I entered our side door and stepped into
the garage, then up into the kitchen. She was
there, sitting at the table. A look of adoration
was on her face when our eyes met.
"Hello darling" she said.
"Hi Mom."
"Are you OK?" she asked.
"Yes," I said, smiling, "I'm just fine. How
about you?"
"OK, but anxious for you to get home and talk. I
guess we need to realize what I have gotten us
into."
I felt my spirit plummet. "You haven't got us
into anymore than I have," I said.
"Not entirely true, loverboy. I am the adult
here and I broke the law, didn't you realize
that?"
"I wasn't thinking about the law."
"I wasn't either. At least, not very strongly,"
she said.
"I don't care," I said. I dropped down into a
kitchen chair and slumped, taking the posture of
my mind.
"I know you don't darling, but we have to care
and make sure that what has happened stays
between us."
"You know I'd never say anything, Mom."
"And there's not only the law to consider."
"What's that?'
"Society condemns us. If someone were to find
out, you know what they'd call you?"
"A pervert?"
"A motherfucker," Mom said.
"Mom!"
"And you know what they'd think?"
"What?"
"They'd think, Wayne can't get a girl to put out
for him, so he has to fuck his mama."
"Geeze, Mom!"
"And they'd think Lea can't get her husband or
anybody else to fuck her, so she'll just take her
son to bed."
I was stunned. All I could do was shake my head.
"I know it all sounds pretty brutal, but that's
what I've done to us both. And if your Dad finds
out..."
"How would he find out?" I asked, argumentative.
"I don't know how much longer your dad and I are
going to be together anyway, but ..." She let
the statement hang and shrugged.
I shrugged. "What are we going to do?" I asked,
feeling as if the whole world were closing around
me.
"Nothing, just keep quiet. I don't want this to
mess up your mind, and if it does, then we'll go
see a doctor. God, I hope I haven't messed you
up!"
"You haven't messed me up," but then I realized I
didn't want to let go of Mom sexually. I would
have kicked it all out the door, my developing
relationship with Sonia, any new relationships I
might make in the future, everything, just to be
in my mother's arms.
"I'll tell you what Wayne. Last night was
special and it was very unique. We may have done
some foolish things, but some good things can
come out of it. Let's look at those good things,
and just cool it, OK? I really do want you learn
to be with other girls. That can be one of the
good things, you know?"
I was sad. I had tasted the fruit and I didn't
want to give it up. Intellectually, I knew she
was right, but deep in my bones, I did not want
to relinquish the fantastic experience I had
enjoyed with my mother.
"OK. I'll try Mom. I love you though." My voice
caught and tears blurred my eyes. "It's gonna be
hard not to...you know."
She didn't hug me. Any other time, she'd have
hugged me if I cried. She didn't hug me now.
She didn't want to start something. But I wished
she'd hug me, like a mother.
"I know babe, but do your best." Her voice was
very tender. "Let's keep talking. That'll help
more than anything, just talking. Besides, you
have a lovely relationship developing with
someone your age." Her voice seemed to come from
the other side of the world.
I started to object, to tell her it wasn't the
same, but I knew enough to keep quiet at this
point. "OK Mom. We'll cool it, I guess."
Then Mom stood up and opened her arms. I got up
from the table and walked around to her and
hugged her. Having this tall attractive woman's
body in my arms, a body I had recently entered
and kissed and caressed, presented a temptation
to me. I wanted to let my hands roam, to touch
her breasts and pussy. But I tried to pull my
myself back into line with her good advice and
maternal instinct. It wasn't as if I were giving
up all sexual promise. After all there was Sonia.
There were others. Yet there was this grown
woman in my arms.
"Now," she said, "Let's go get some Indian food!"
On the way to the motel, I felt better. I was
mentally into the activities of the night ahead.
Mom and I discussed our plans. After dinner, Mom
would leave me at the motel and return home. I
would spend the rest of the evening with Sonia in
the motel office, until she got off work. Then
when her dad showed up to take her home, I could
go with them, then walk the three blocks from
their house to ours. If that was not OK with
Sonia, then Mom would come back and get me when I
called her.
We found the Toledotel and parked near the
office. It was evidently built in the sixties,
with an ample supply of turquoise trim around the
doors and windows. Even though it was old, it
appeared to be clean. When we entered the
office, Sonia was conversing with a woman in a
maid's uniform. They spoke in some dialect of
India, I presumed. Neither Mom nor I had any
idea what was being said. When the lady left,
Sonia smiled at us both.
"Welcome!"
"Hi!" I said, curious. "Is it OK if I ask what
you said to her?"
"Yes, I told her to change the linens in room 40A
and clean it; then, to find Bharati and tell her
to come take over for me here at the desk."
"Wow, it's like you were the boss!" I said.
Sonia smiled.
My mother made small talk with Sonia, and I
looked out of the office windows. To the right
was the attached motel itself, a long-low slung
brick face building, with an enormous gable that
stretched the full length of the structure. On
the far end, the gable extended all the way to
the ground. The trim was painted turquoise and
matched the blocks around the windows. At the
front, I looked straight out on the parking lot,
all the way to the street. Just to the left of
the parking lot was the restaurant. The sign
said, "India Dominion" and underneath, "Authentic
Indian Cuisine." The back door of the restaurant
opened, and an absolutely beautiful brown woman
in her middle forties emerged. She was draped in
a dark blue saree, trimmed in silver. Her black
hair was swept back and arranged in a bun at the
back of her head. She wore sandals with silver
straps on otherwise bare feet and she headed
straight for the office.
When Bharati entered, she smiled widely and put
her palms together in a supplicant pose and
nodded to my mother and then to me as Sonia
introduced us.
Sonia said, "This is my mother's sister,
Bharati."
A few quick words in Hindu passed between them,
and then we were on our way, following Sonia to
the India Dominion. Even before we got to the
front door, the overpowering aroma of harsh
spices gripped us. Mom looked at me and curled
up her nose. I had to agree, the smell was
stout. However, after a standing few moments in
front of the buffet table, we didn't notice the
aroma being anything but delectable. Sonia spoke
to a waiter who disappeared into the back room.
In a moment, Jay Matthews, AKA Jaya Mathali,
emerged and beamed a mouth full of perfect teeth
at my mother. He briefly nodded in my direction.
"Ah, Lea! How honored I am to have you here!"
He bowed slightly, held out his hand to my
mother.
"Thank you Jay, this is an unexpected pleasure!"
she said, taking his hand.
"The pleasure is mine, I assure you." Her hand
was still in his. "I hope you will enjoy the
food," he said, "We think it is the best in
Ohio. Please follow me." Finally, he let go of
her hand and led the way to a smaller room off to
the side. We trailed after Sonia's father, first
my mother and then Sonia and I together. She
looked at me and smiled and raised her eyebrows.
I smiled back, and it registered that something
was at work here that I had not anticipated.
Three or four other tables were in the room, but
otherwise it was vacant.
Our meal was served with salads of hot spiced
tomatoes and an onion and pepper mixture. A
kind of bread, Tandoori Roti, cut into quarters
was also served in a crock with a flat metal
cover over it. There was a spinach, chopped up
almost into gravy consistency, floating in a dark
sauce. Sonia called it Saag Paneer. There was
marinated chicken grilled red on its edges. and
a curry sauce with chicken floating in it. Every
thing I tasted had a wonderfully robust, heavy
flavor, one that was unforgettable. It left a
pleasant flavorful heat in my mouth, the kind you
remember a week after you've enjoyed it. I liked
all the dishes but three or four.
Sonia explained that her father had ordered a
sampler and I noticed he kept asking my mother to
tell him truthfully what she liked or did not
like. He watched her as she tasted each item. A
lively conversation ensued, covering the
following subjects: India, food, my mother, my
father, my brother, his wife, his sister-in-law,
motels, Jay's years in India, how he got started
here in America. It was a constant, lively
conversation, so much so that Sonia and I were
soon forgotten. We could not talk for the
incessant chatting going on between our parents.
Sonia sat on one side of me, Mom on the other and
Mr. Matthews and I were across from each other.
Above us was a large painting of an Indian man,
in a turban, elegant clothing, jewels. He was
sitting on large satin cushions. Reclining back
on his lap, was a scantily dressed Indian girl,
her midriff and navel exposed. The man's brown
hand was on her bare skin, just below her barely
covered brocaded breasts. His lustful eyes
scanned her flesh. Her long shapely legs showed
through transparent gauzy pants. Red Henna
adorned her bare feet. Rings were on her toes.
As I think back now, it reminds me of ancient
Indian pornography, though not quite so graphic.
Sonia placed a foot on top of mine and smiled at
me. She reached for my hand under the table,
occasionally taking it back to feed herself, then
returning it to me. She caressed me that way
throughout the meal, looking at her father and my
mother, then glancing at me with an amused
expression. Her father told little family
anecdotes and Indian jokes to Mom. Once, I was
so enthralled with Sonia and touching, that I
failed to listen to his story. Suddenly my
mother burst into loud laughter and slapped
Sonia's dad on the shoulder.
"Jay! What a thing to say!" she giggled, as if
she'd heard a naughty story.
"It is true, Lea, it is true."
After the meal, Mother tried to pay, and Sonia's
father would not hear of it, saying that we were
his guests and he was honored.
"Lea," he said, "Would you like to see my
business operation?" I had no idea what that
meant, and I supposed that Mom didn't either.
"Yes I would, Jay, very much," she said.
Mr. Matthews, said to me, "Wayne, will it be all
right to meet you back at the office after a
while?"
"Sure, I said, looking at my watch, feeling as if
I had just been asked and given permission to
these adults.
When we left the restaurant, Mr. Matthews and Mom
went directly to the office.
Sonia said to me, "Come, I will show you my
room."
"Your room?" I asked.
"Yes, there are occasions when I must spend the
whole night here at the motel and that is where I
stay."
We walked around behind the office to room 10A.
The blinds were drawn, as they were in all but a
few rooms in the motel. I entered and the room
was pleasantly cool. It was outfitted with a
computer on a desk, a television, a stereo and a
double bed. A vinyl couch in a bright coral
color stood along the wall. A saree and several
other dresses hung from hangers on the clothes
bar. As I was taking all this in, I heard the
door click behind me and felt Sonia put her hand
on my back.
"Come, let us sit on the couch."
The room was lit only with the dying sun coming
in around the pleats in the draperies. I sat
down on one end of the couch, and Sonia, to my
surprise sat clear at the other end, the middle
cushion separating us. We both shifted our
bodies so we could face each other. I pulled my
right knee up onto the seat. Sonia was wearing
khaki skirt and short sleeved blouse. She wore
penny loafers.
"I think your father likes my mother," I said,
smiling.
"Yes, I know that this is true."
"You do? How do you know?"
"I am a woman."
"You know, Sonia, I started to say that you were
only a girl. But that's not true. You are a
woman, aren't you."
"Yes, but now I wonder why you should think so?"
"Well, you don't act or speak like a girl your
age. The way you ordered that motel maid around
was something!"
"Yes?"
"You have a lot of, well, a lot of confidence.
It's kinda like you're settled already. It's
like you already know about life."
"You are very insightful, but there are many
things I do not know." Sonia toed off her
loafers and put both her feet up on the couch.
She hugged her knees, her toes were pointing at
me. "Tell me, Wayne, why you think my father
likes your mother so much?"
"Well," I thought a moment, "He was talking a
blue streak, he was happy, he was laughing, and
seemed excited."
"Yes, you are right. And do you think your
Mother likes my father?"
"Oh yeah! Did you see the way she held on to his
hand when they shook hands? I noticed that the
day we went to the beach too."
"Yes, you are very observant. Tell me, how do
you think your father would feel about the way
they like each other?"
"You mean, would he be jealous? I really don't
know. She and Dad don't get along. Nothing much
is happening between them right now."
"And how do you know this Wayne?" Sonia asked.
"Well, I can tell you that last night she said
`Fuck Harold Renfro'," I replied.
"Oh, that is very severe."
"Yeah,' I said, growing somber, growing silent,
looking down at my lap.
"And how do you feel about that?" she asked.
"Gosh, I don't know. Sad? Glad? I don't know."
Sonia slid her legs straight, her feet coming
very near to my leg I had folded onto the couch.
"Would you say, Wayne Renfro, that your mother
may leave your father?"
I put my palm over her instep lightly and felt
her tap my shin with her toe. "I don't know that
either, Sonia. But I don't think she feels any,
you know, any obligation to him right now."
"Would you say that she is flirting with Jay
Matthews?" Sonia asked, running her big toe from
my knee to my ankle, then stopping.
"Well, she seems to be sending some sort of
signal, don't you think?" I ran my hands up
Sonia's thin leg, reaching up just under the hem
of her skirt, rubbing the soft place there at her
knees. It was as far as I could reach,
considering she was holding me at bay with her
foot.
"Yes, a signal," she mused, "Sit back a moment,
Wayne, and let me tell you something about the
part of India I come from."
"OK."
"In my native land, families are very close.
Sometimes, brothers and their wives and children
will live together in the same house."
"How does that work out?"
"Well, I have never thought about it. It just
does. It is the way it is."
I nodded.
"Often our marriages are arranged. If we would
follow our traditions, my father would go looking
for a fine educated young man for me when I get a
little older, probably in India, maybe here or
some other country. Of course, the young man's
mother and father would be looking for a
potential asset for their son and family. If a
girl marries an Indian man, she is expected to
leave her father and become a part of her
husband's family."
"Gosh, I wouldn't like that! I'd want to pick my
own wife."
"Of course, I would have the right to turn the
man down. That is a part of our custom too. So,
both families have to be very gradual, very
careful, very diplomatic. No one should lose
face if there is a refusal."
"Still, I don't..."
"I know, Wayne Renfro. It is different. That is
why I am telling you about it, so you may
understand."
"I'm sorry, Sonia," I said, squeezing the calf of
her leg, very gently.
Sonia smiled, "Within our enlarged family
situation, we would be helping each other out,
sharing expenses, looking for good opportunities
for all of us."
I nodded my head, "That's neat, I like that."
"My Aunt Bharati works here, but part of this
business is hers. Her husband was my father's
brother. Bharati is my mother's sister. Though
my father did not enter the motel business until
years after his brother died, he still makes sure
Bharati is taken care of. In our part of India,
families often help one another that way."
"Does she live with you?" I asked.
"She did at one time." Sonia paused and stared
down at the floor. She held her lower lip
between her teeth. She had something more to
say, and I held my peace."
"Wayne, these expanded families sometimes live in
small homes and so because of that, they often
share sleeping arrangements."
I nodded, picturing the time when we lived in a
smaller house and Ken and I had to bunk up in a
double bed.
"Sometimes," she said, "Brothers and sisters and
cousins sleep in the same bed."
I nodded again, trying to absorb the information.
"Oftentimes, girls and boys are introduced to sex
very early. Even though it is frowned on by some
in that society, many families in that part of
India still practice it."
"Are you saying ...?"
"Please let me continue," she said, and I
quieted. "Sometimes, fathers or mothers will
sleep with their children or nieces or nephews.
They take great care to prevent pregnancy, but it
is a part of that culture that, from time to
time, they do have some sexual contact."
I didn't venture to speak. I tried to remain
non-committal, like hearing about some strange
Indian game or sport, but it was hard to keep
quiet.
"I know of one aunt who took care of her sister's
little boy who was two years old. Well, the
little boy was very mischievous, getting into
everything, and the aunt picked him up and said,
`Here, sit in auntie's lap.' He was so
hyperactive that he fought her, trying to escape
her arms. She put her hand in between his
little legs and began rubbing his penis. The
little nephew settled down."
I sat in stunned silence.
"I know of a little girl who could not sleep and
her father stroked her between the legs until she
fell asleep. And know of a mother who taught her
son about sex by sleeping with him," she said.
My face burned, in spite of the fact I knew Sonia
could not possibly be speaking of me.
"I know of a father who slept with his daughter
when his wife died."
Of course, I can see now that she had been
leading up to this. I believed I knew what
daughter slept with what widowed father. Though
she had not admitted to anything personally, I
knew she was telling me what her life had been
like.
"You are upset, Wane Renfro?" she asked,
evidently seeing my blush.
"Uh, no, I'm OK," I said, shifting in my place.
"Sonia, in these kinds of families, in that part
of India," I was trying to keep it very
hypothetical, "Do they ever have problems, like
getting married? I mean, if they, you know, have
sex in the family, does the boy or girl have
trouble getting a husband or wife?"
"Oh no, Wayne! Only virgins get married! If you
marry a girl from one of these families, her
father will always assure your father that she is
a virgin, and your father would believe him. And
your father will assure her father that you are a
virgin, and he would believe your father."
"Even though ..."
"Yes."
I nodded.
"It is their culture." she said. "They never
speak of such things to outsiders, and never
really admit it inside the family."
"Geeze, Sonia, you're speaking to me," I said.
"Yes, Wayne Renfro. I am speaking to you." She
stared at me a long time. "And you may find that
teenage girls from these families know a lot
about sex, even though they are `virgins.'"
"Is it different for Indians here in America?"
"Remember, not all Indians do this. Most of them
do not. I am telling you of my particular
culture. And yes, everything is different in
America, but old customs die hard." Sonia drew
back her feet, hugged her knees and studied my
face through the encroaching darkness.
I stared down for a moment, then I looked up at
her composed face. She was very aware that she
could blow this thing between us. Maybe she was
testing it. She didn't realize that she and I
had some things very much in common. I smiled at
her.
Sonia smiled at me and said, "You are here in
this room with me, and this is a very different
thing for me. Most American boys avoid me. They
do not like my darkness, my being Indian. They
would despise me if they knew the customs of my
people. I may make them uncomfortable, the way I
speak. But you, Wayne Renfro, you are
different. I like you very much. You are my
friend."
"Oh, Sonia, I like you!" I propelled myself
along the couch cushion and drew closer to her.
I put a hand on her arm and she released her the
hold on her knees, and scooted toward me,
grasping my hand in the process and pulling it
into her lap. Her face was turned up toward me
and I kissed her.
"I must get back to work," she breathed into my
ear.
"OK," I said, and she slipped her shoes back on
and we exited the room.
Bharati smiled at us as we entered the office.
As she and Sonia discussed something in Hindu, I
drifted to a side window, with vertical slatted
blinds and looked out onto the parking lot. Jay
Matthew's Cadillac was parked in front of room
40A. A wild mixture of jealousy, lust, curiosity
and restlessness coursed through me.
"Sonia, I'm going for a little walk, I'll be back
soon," I said.
"OK!" she smiled and resumed her business with
her aunt.
Outside, I was glad that the parking lot lights
had not yet come on. We were still on Daylight
Savings Time and September had thrown sunset
earlier than in the middle summer months. The
lights had evidently been set for the June and
July. I walked the distance to room 40A but kept
to the middle of the dark parking lot. The
chocolate colored drapes, splotched with a
pattern of turquoise and coral flowers, were
drawn. They were like the heavy vinyl drapes in
Sonia's room, pulled together with sticks fixed
to their corners. The edges of the drapes butted
up against each other, but not perfectly, and
there was a thin sliver of light peeking through
into the dark where I walked. I neared the room,
coming around the car on the far side and
approaching the window from the side.
My heart was beating hard and I knew I should let
my mother have this moment of privacy, but I felt
driven. Though I was jealous, another part of me
was yearning to see my mother with a man. It was
like wanting to see a dirty picture. My penis was
quite erect. I slid quietly in front of the
narrow crack in the drapes and peered in.
Mom was naked, her full front exposed to my one
eye. She was standing with her back to Jay
Matthews who was also naked, his brown slender
body in contrast with her whiteness. He had
reached his hands under her arms and around to
her breasts, massaging them slowly. Her head was
back against his shoulder and her eyes were
closed. His head was partially hidden by hers,
and was resting forward on her shoulder. Her
white arm hung extended full length, down and
back where she grasped his enormous dark penis,
erect in her hand, moving the uncircumcised skin
slowly back and forth.
End of Part 5
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