Here is a sneak preview of a story I am currently working on-

She tried her best not to look at the barely covered breast her son was mauling. But it was hard to take her eyes off that hairy hand that caressed the lumpy flesh and then drove straight in and tweaked the nipple to a 'Tina Turner' spike.

Her hackles rose as she saw her son pull his 'fiancée’s' crotch against his groin and suck her mouth in like a plunger on a clogged toilet bowl. He may have grown up in America but he kissed like a bumbling chaingra. She fumed and crumpled the expensive lace curtains she had picked up at Pennies with Mary. Govinda would have been better off with sweet Mary rather than the tart he was bringing back home from the Mexican border.

His R&R at the border had resulted in him getting a stripper for a girlfriend and by the end of the vacation she was his soon to bride without the family's knowledge. Govinda’s lewd behavior was nothing new; he was a drunkard with a ring on his arse hole. He had ruined the last Thanksgiving when in front of an assortment of relatives he had declared that a butt ring was a must for all as it made crapping a sensuous experience.

She was sure that in her previous life she must have incurred some bad karma to suffer a child like him in this lifetime. From the day he was born, thirty years ago, he had given her nothing more than grief and unaccountable worries. While most mothers boosted of their children’s academic accomplishments she, however, had sat in sunny offices of boorish principals with understandable grouses against her son.

He was a rebel from infancy, he took years to be potty trained, years to sit still at the dinner table, years to finish his homework on his own and years to give up the hooligans he had as friends. She had to work hard to make him somewhat acceptable for society but he was a rogue out and out, willing her to an early grave.

The neighbors next door began to whistle and make cat calls. ‘Hey Govvy quite a babe you’ve got there. Is she JLo’s sister? Better still does she have a sister I can have?” Their sniggering voices stung her sensibilities whereas her son took them as good natured ribbing. He smiled up at his childhood friends who nearly spilled out of a bedroom window.

“Where’s Red?” he shouted

“He’s gone to the S.S to get his monthly handout.”

“Slob’s still out of work eh? Tell that shithead to come and meet me. I’m here for the weekend.”

“Weekend?” she was dismayed. The extended family was going to come over and knowing Govind there was going to be another fiasco that will be talked about till next Thanksgiving.

The bell sung a low melodious tune reminded her to put on her ‘public’ face. “Hai Durga Ma give me shakti” she muttered and opened the door with a pasted smile on her face.

“Ma!” his rich baritone voice never failed to remind her of her departed husband. Not only was he a splitting image of his father but sounded like him too. But that’s where the similarities ended. Her long dead husband would never have got a ring in any part of his body, god forbid- one in his arse hole.

“Ma?” his inquisitive twinkling eyes stared down at his diminutive mother. She still was the prettiest woman in the block despite the few grey hair he had caused her. Mouth still plump and luscious, small pixie like nose and calm eyes that became stormy within a given moment and had him clutching his smarting butt for days to come after indulging in some sort of horrendous activity that showed her untamed side not that he appreciated it while growing up but now in hindsight he knew she was more like him than she realized.

“Ma, this is Suzanne- the love of my life.”

She tried her best not to look at the ‘love of his life’s breasts’. They seemed to wobble like jellies trying to slip out of a Tupperware. She hated the garish green tank top that Govinda's love was sporting.

“Ole! Mama” Suzanne breasts breathed in and then breezed out the words.

“Mama?” that got her attention and she looked at the putta that was out to ruin her son’s life and make her the laughing stock of the entire NRI community.

“Ma isn’t she the most beautiful woman you have ever seen?”

She stared at the cause of her son’s destruction and couldn’t fault her appearance. Brown hair, brown eyes, aquiline nose, peachy lips that showed straight teeth. She looked like a dewy eyed spaniel out frolicking with her new master.

“What was your name again?”

“Ma! Don’t start with that again. Ma doesn’t like any woman I get home but now she doesn’t have a choice since you’re going to be the last one snugglebum”

“Snugglebum?” her heart sank to her toes and she hiccuped as she let them in. It was going to be a long dreary night for her especially with the rest of the family coming over.