บท 3642: MOURNING MOTHER FULFILLS HER DREAM
Life is more dramatic than drama
Some events appear to be abnormal, crazy, extraordinary, diabolic, taboo, unethical, unbelievable, and even perverted and unacceptable to societal norms. Analyzing the behavior of people involved in such incidents without bias opens a door and reveals human psyche. The persons in the story happen to fulfill their inner psychological need and physical desire the basic instinct. Some people may call it animal instinct and indecent but the desire to satisfy hidden, craving physiological need erupts despite all reasoning, logic, traditions, religious fears, and possible consequences. The story describes love and romance triggered in strange circumstances which made them happy and consequently lead a normal satisfied life without guilty complex. The story is based on real life incident. Names have been changed for obvious reasons. But the essence of what happened is described revealing the inner thoughts and feelings of the people involved.
Chapter 1
It was Sunday early morning, hearing loud noises from the Hostel corridor, I came out of my room and learnt to my shock and surprise our classmate Gandhi was found dead in his room, obviously committed suicide. An arsenic bottle and handwritten suicide note was found besides the bed.
He hails from a wealthy family, the only son of his parents and doing well in studies He married six months earlier Madhusmita studying B.A. No one could imagine the reasons for his suicide. The Chief Warden informed the Police and the body was sent for Postmortem.
His parents arrived the following morning from their native place. His father accompanied by the warden and some of our friends went to the hospital to complete the formalities and take his son's body to their native village.
Being the closest friend, I stayed back to take care of grieving mother, took her to the University Guesthouse. She was obviously exhausted after travelling. I requested and cajoled her, to take bath and she went to the bathroom. In the meantime I brought breakfast and coffee in a thermos flask for both of us from hostel Mess. She was looking better and refreshed after bath and changed into fresh saree. She combed her hair standing in front of full length mirror. Her hair parted neatly in the middle, I was fascinated by looking at her oily long thick jet black luxurious lustrous smooth wavy shining hair reaching her mid thighs. It took a while for her to disentangle her long thick hair with a wide toothed comb and arrange into a loose bun resting on her back between shoulders. She sat on the sofa, I requested her to have breakfast but she did not have breakfast, but on my insistence had a cup of coffee.
I told her if she wanted to take some rest, I will leave her alone. She said, don't leave me. She started crying and tears were rolling down continuously her cheeks and on to her saree. I said, I could understand the agony she must be going through ever since she heard the news of her only son's sudden demise. I was so sorry to know the sad incident of Gandhi. We have so many fond memories of him hanging out and but most of all we'll remember the beautiful days we spent. I talked about some memories and the good times I shared with her son. I said, he became my closest friend in the college and I miss him very much.
She was listening and crying and said, he is a nice man. He earlier told her that I was his best friend and she asked me, 'did he not even share with you any of his thoughts or feelings that led him to take such a drastic decision to end his life'.
I said, no, had I known the reasons I would have helped him in whatever way I can. He did not tell me about his problems. It is a mystery to me and I cannot see any problems which could not have been solved.
She got up from the sofa said, I wish he could have told me, shared his thoughts and feelings, his fears to me, confessed to me whatever his problems were. I could have helped him, comforted him, and counselled him to overcome and solve his problems. I brought him up with so much love and care and provided everything he wanted. He has everything, property, money, social status, good education and so much life ahead to enjoy with his beautiful educated wife. What more any young man wants from life? 'Shiva, did he have any issues academically or otherwise,' she asked.
No, Amma, no issues I am aware of, actually he was good in academics, I said, he should have told you about his problems. Who can understand a son better than his own mother?
She continued to uncontrollably cry, tears rolling down her cheeks. Not knowing and not having any clue how to console a mourning mother to comfort her placed my hand on shoulders and wiped tears from her cheeks. She leaned on my chest. I hugged her and then put my hand on her head stroking to show empathy as gesture of sharing her agony and thought 'let her cry out.'
I was stroking with my fingers running through her thick oily hair. She hugged me tightly, an intimate hug, her hands encircling me and enveloping me reaching fully around me. The grasp was soft and gentle yet firm. My hands on both sides of her face, my fingers running through thick smooth hair, into her big hair bun and caressed her hair and nape affectionately hoping that such a gesture would comfort and relieve her tension.
Her Hair bun got loosened and her luxurious long soft thick jet black smooth lustrous shining beautiful wavy hair cascaded down and spread on her back reaching mid thighs. I ran my fingers through her thick hair from top downwards along the length of her hair affectionaltely feeling the oily silky smooth texture and softness. Feeling her beautiful silky smooth long hair, erotic smell of her body aroma and her body touching and pressing against mine sent electric waves though my body. I continued stroking, running my fingers through thick stands of her wavy hair, while she was hugging me, an intimate whole body touching hug. I was hugging and cuddling her closely. Slowly and gradually her crying reduced to sobs.
I have always been attracted to and an ardent admirer, and incurable romantic lover of longhaired beautiful women irrespective of their age. Seeing a longhaired woman with thick, black, grey or salt and pepper itself is a pleasure. I observe the thickness the texture, the luxurious volume, the smoothness and every detail of women's longhair. I could not help but appreciate her beautiful long hair dressed in a braid, bun, pony tail or left loose.
We were locked in an intimate and tight embrace. The hugging became more indulging, intimate, intense, inciting, invoking, invigorative, and seeking feeling each other's body. Her large voluptuous heavy and huge breasts were pressing against my chest. Every part of her whole body was closely touching mine. We were completely entangled and encircled in each other's arms. It was as if our two bodies trying to unite and become one. I could smell her erotic feminine body aroma. Despite the odd circumstances, my cock fully erect rigid turgid throbbing and pulsating was pressing at her mound straining thorough my lungi. My blood ran faster in my veins into my cock. I hugged her more closely and tightly moving my cock forward cupping and pressing her arse cheeks with my hands towards me.
I could sense that she felt comfortable, protected, loved and excited in our intimate indulging and tight erotic embrace. She did not try to disentangle; instead moved her body forward even more closely pressing herself, her whole body against me. I could feel the heat and pressure of her body saw her back pushing forward against me and her heavy breasts pressing against me in the front. Our arms were encircling and enveloping each other. I could hear her breathe heavily, feel her heart beat, smell her hair and invigorative distinct erotic exciting body aroma. I looked at her back and there was no doubt in my mind, seeing that she was thrusting herself against me, feeling, gyrating her mound and rubbing against my hard cock.
I cupped her soft big round arse cheeks with my hands, pressing, squeezing and pushing further towards me, while my hard cock pressing against her mound. I could feel her body tensed and her finger nails were digging into my back. The softness of her thick long silky hair touching my hands further aroused my basic instinct, banal, carnal and an uncontrollable physical desire. My hands pressing her soft hips travelled slowly and gently upwards on her back. Her saree pallu already dropped down to the floor. She was not wearing a bra and I ran my hand touched her shoulder with the tips of my fingers and then stroked them downward with a bit more force. I also ran one finger along her shoulder. I used both hands to firmly push into the area above her shoulder blades to knead out some of the tension in her body.
I gently placed my hands on the side of her face and stroked her cheek, her ear, her hair, and the side of her face along the jawline. I stroked the back of her head, massaged her scalp, running fingers through strands of her hair, brushed the strands of hair away from her eyes as I made eye contact, leading her to want something more. I liked the feel, stroking her oily long thick luxurious lustrous long smooth shining silky jet black hair. I tucked some strands of her hair behind her ear to give her ears an extra caress.
I took her face into my hands gently with love, desire and empathy. I wanted to possess and own her. I could see in her wide expressive eyes pleading desire to be taken, to be owned, to become united, to be filled, an unmistakable urgent need. Her large expressive eyes wide open looking into my eyes, were inviting me silently. I kissed on her forehead, eyes, eyelids and cheeks with my lips. I ran a finger on her juicy soft thick lips and gave her a soft kiss, paused to caress her lips by holding the kiss for a few seconds, caressed her thick beautiful pouting wet juicy soft top and bottom lip. Her face upturned conveniently to receive as I kissed, licked, and nibbled lovingly, delicately, slowly and passionately all over her neck, cheeks and face. I licked and nibbled at her earlobes my fingers caressing at the back of earlobes.
I touched her earlobes, the sides of her ear, and the area behind her ears, slowly and gently. I cupped her face, slide my hand under her hair, and stroke her ear as I continued to kiss and also brushed my lips along her ears and nibbled her earlobes taking into my mouth. I lovingly stroked the sides of her neck while kissing, tossed her hair back so I can caress her neck a bit more by running the sides of my fingers up and down her neck, down to the base of her shoulder and all the way up to her earlobe.
She was accepting and receiving and my sensuous loving kisses moving and turning her face closely to receive as I kissed each and every inch of her fore head, the cheeks, chin, neck, shoulders and all over her face. Finally I ran my tongue between her wet juicy thick pouting inviting lips. Her mouth opened as my tongue slipped into hers, exploring her mouth, touching her inner cheeks, her tongue and deep into her throat. Slowly her arms snaked around me. Her mouth found my lips and our tongues caressed each other. She took my lower lip into her mouth and started sucking, chewing and biting, all the time pressing her against me. In turn I took her lower and upper lip one after another alternatively chewing and sucking them gently. Our bodies were touching each other and hearts beating faster, blood running through veins at high speed. Our tongues entwined, exploring and sucking each other alternatively, drinking nectar. It was a long drawn erotic, exciting, enthralling, enduring, exhaustive, exhausting and invigorating lip locked nectar sucking kiss.
The intimate embrace, cuddling, kissing relieved her agony but her mind and body seeking togetherness made her melt in his embrace. His overpowering maleness made her submit herself to him. Her whole body was aching with unbearable desire for him. She became aroused and excited, the blood running fast, her nerves electrified and tensed, her pulse and breathing quickened. Her breasts swollen, nipples became hard and jutting, her clit engorged, and her cunt lips enlarged and pussy became wet with juices. She could not think of anything else except desire to be quenched. She was like volcano.
There was no need for words. The intimate embrace and togetherness, silent unspoken desire well communicated through her eyes and body, prompted and encouraged me to lift her in to my arms. I scooped her up, carried her to the bedroom illuminated by soft sunlight diffused through white curtains, I lowered her to the downy rose-and-white comforter that covered the bed. Yanking off my shirt and lungi I undressed completely. I could see myself in a full-length mirror; I could see Padma behind me, on the edge of the bed. Her huge breasts were heaving and large pink areolas and big nipples engorged and jutting. Her hair spread on the bed. I could see how beautiful and sexy she was, the flawless glowing skin, straight full voluminous breasts with large dark areolas and hardened jutting upright erect big nipples, the rise and fall of her abdomen. I turned around. She was lying back on the bed obviously fascinated by seeing my erect long thick big cock, as I walked toward her.
She saw the enormous size of the cock in surprise and disbelief.
I sat next to her, cupping, stroking and feeling her huge voluminous firm breasts. I slowly removed her blouse and bra hooks as she lifted her hands up willingly to remove them. Her heavy breasts were firm and big engorged nipples were stiff jutting out. I bent down to kiss her breasts.
She leaned towards me, carrying to my mouth in the gesture of a nurse, the dark tip of her breast. In the movement she made by taking her two hands to bring it towards me, a drop of milk appeared at the extremity. I began to drink it eagerly, seizing that heavy breast in my mouth like a fruit. And I suckled in a greedy and regular way. I passed both my arms around her waist and Ie sucked on with slow sips with a movement of the neck, similar as the children one.
Suddenly she said: "That's enough for this one, take the other now."
And I took the other with docility.
She had placed her hands on the back of me, and she was breathing forcefully now.
I sucked on her big brown heavy engorged hard and jutting nipple, while stroking the other and squeezing it. I kept on sucking like a hungry baby sucking milk from mother's breast while her hand was below my head holding it like a mother breastfeeding her baby son. She was like nursing mother, breasts heavy with full of milk, aching and wanted to feed her hungry baby son, to relieve unbearable ache caused by milk. Her mother instinct triggered hormones in her mind and body was responding with uncontrollable need to feed, her breast to be sucked. I sucked on her jutting nipple while caressing her breast I could feel juices coming out of her breasts. I sucked on more intensely, and could taste her breast milk juices. I sucked on the other breast, and her breast milk drop by drop coming into my mouth. I was suprised that milky juices coming from her breats and happily sucked on. She was moaning with pleasure.
I could feel and understand the her love and desire to breastfeed her son, her immense desire triggered oxytocin hormones to produce milk. I continued sucking her breast milk juices from both the breasts alternatively. I was surprised that she was having such intense reflexes that her breasts were became so big and her nipples grew enormously swollen and oozing out milky juices.
At that moment, I remembered reading about adult breast feeding in some book about this phenomenon that woman can give breast milk without being pregnant, while aroused producing love hormones. Breast feeding invoke more feelings of intimacy and fulfillment, helps make them feel more feminine, and may even cause experiences and feelings similar to the higher state of consciousness achieved in yoga or mediation. These feelings are attributed to a change in the balance of a woman's body chemistry, particularly in the balance of chemical neurotransmitters in her brain. The hormone oxytocin released by lactation is called the bonding hormone and promote a sexual desire in women. The hormone is known as the "love" hormone and is the same one that is released when making love. When it is released in the brain it enables nursers to feel trust or bonding with the nurse. It is released in your body when you feel excited to be with a lover, when you make love or at many other significant pleasurable times and especially when you breastfeed. It makes one feel warm and peaceful, helps to grow trust and is very pleasant. This hormone keeps us loving and trusting each other. Breastfeeding releases the hormone prolactin into a woman's system, which is a natural relaxant
While I was sucking, she came around on her side, felt my rigid long thick erect, thick, hard and turgid cock into her hand, feeling it, and held it until her hand was full and able to contain only part of its hardness. It was the first time in her life to see such a big enormous sized cock.
She was stroking my cock, her hand running along the shaft, and she took hold of scrotum, feeling the balls and then her fingers reached the knob of my cock. She wants this big maleness to fill her. Shiva, Oh! I can't wait, Do it. Come into me. I want you inside me," She said, holding my stiffened cock.
I got up, took off her sari and petticoat. Her thighs spread wide, her wet cunt flower was inviting, glittering stiff big clit engorged. She has beautiful thick cunt lips and long triangle of thick black soft pubic hair.
I was over her between her fleshy thighs, and entered into the vaginal opening, slowly and slowly, and deeper and deeper between the clinging lips of the vulva. She raised her bottom slightly as my cock entered her juice drenched inviting cunt with all my energy. My cock entered slowly opening and widening up her tight cunt walls, as if a knife slicing a soft butter slab smoothly, reached her bottom, filling her cunt. Her cunt muscles were gripping my cock tightly like a fist.
When my cock entered her, it was the first time in her life she had ever experienced what it was like to feel a man from the inside her cunt. She never felt that way with her husband. She could feel the cock filling insider her cunt. My big long thick enormous cock filled her cunt to the bottom. She never knew such a big cock. Her cunt muscles opened up, stretched and were tightly encircling and gripping my cock. It was as if she wanted to take myself into her. I looked into her eyes. Her hands on my hips were pressing me into her. I took her breasts into my hands fondling them. It was a moment of unison, of our bodies and souls.
It was delicious, this entry, and as I slid back and forth I was aroused to a bursting point. I thought that I might come right away, and slowed, fighting it, until the wave passed, and then I settled down to a steady, relentless rhythm, fucking her straight and hard.
She urged me, I started fucking. Oh, my son, fuck me, fuck your mother, fuck me, my son, fuck me hard. I have been hungry for you; give it to me all the way in. She was repeating the words again and again, cooing and crying, while moving herself up to meet each of my strokes. I lifted both her legs placed on both sides my shoulders and fucked her slowly and steadily. And fucked fast with all my energy digging into her deeper and deeper opening her cunt with each stroke with more and more energetic thrusts.
She was responding thrusting with equal vigor and enthusiasm making erotic sounds. Our bodies with each stroke were trying to unite with each other, attempting to be united, to become one, to achieve oneness. It was an ultimate expression of love and desire between man and woman and their souls to become one, and achieve oneness. Her hands around me, her legs spread wide and inviting me, receiving my cock each time. After few minutes her hips began to rise and fall with me and made undulating circular movements that quickened and heaved, and she began to emit throaty erotic exciting orgasmic sounds. She squirmed and moaned as I pulled almost all of the way out and then thrust back in to hilt with force again and again rapidly gaining speed. The rhythm became faster and faster as I placed my hands under her ass cheeks bringing my cock into her cunt deeper thrust to the hilt. She came, violently crying out loud as if a simmering volcano erupted, as if an earth quake occurred and shook her, her whole body in frenzied uncontrollable spasms, as she dug her nails into my back scratching drawing out blood. Her orgasm was visible in her reaction of complete abandon, her legs and pussy tightening around me in a squiring movement. Her ass was moving back and forth and wiggled tighter and tighter. Her cunt muscles gripping and releasing my cock like a fist, over and over. I pumped mindlessly faster and faster. I massaged her clitoris until she lifted her hips and came again. After that, I massaged her cunt and clit smoothly inserting my fingers and she had three more orgasms and wanted no more
I kept on fucking her digging into her and I was ready, suddenly her fingers dug into my shoulders and she was ready again. I could not control any more came very big. I said "amma, amma, ammaaaaaaaa, as I ejaculated thick hot loads of sperm into her cunt, pouring my thick hot sperm filling her cunt. I lay with my head between her breasts and her fingers played with my mussed hair.
We lay still, side by side, cuddling, her face buried on my chest, till our bodies gradually returned to normality. I saw her blushing beautifully. She kissed me all over my face, her eyes and face glowing with contentment and satisfaction and kissed me all over my face. We lay in each other arms enjoying and experiencing the togetherness. She got up collected her sari and petticoat walked naked to the bathroom. As she walked, I saw her hips moving in harmonious motion her loose hair on her back. She went to the bathroom and came back. I was admiring her sensuous curvaceous body.
Padma was forty years old, tall, slightly dark woman with oily smooth unblemished radiant glowing skin, beautiful oval face, high cheekbones, curvaceous eye brows, large expressive eyes and full juicy thick lips. Her beautiful, huge, large, voluminous firm and conical breasts were extending out of her slender lean frame. Her narrow waist spread onto wide big spherical hips. Her thick long, oily, curly, soft, silky, jet-black, lustrous, smooth and shining hair reaches her thunderous smooth banana trunk like thighs. Her expressive big eyes, thick juicy pouting lips add glamour to her personality. She was fairly tall, her lissomly curved body firm yet full at the bosom and wide hips and she has her legs long and slim. She has sweet melodious soft husky voice. She's extremely curvy because her body has incredible definition, with everything being tight, toned, and feminine, with really low body fat, narrow waist and wide hips. Her cunt hair was thick curly and soft. She is every inch a woman, glowing and exuding utmost feminine sexuality.
I sat on the bed and she put her head on my lap and I was fondling her body feeling the smoothness of her skin, caressing and lovingly fondling her big breasts.
"Shiva, You filled me, filled the void in me, fulfilled me and gave me such a wonderful unbelievable life time experience, made me forget everything, the pain, the agony, the sorrow except pure pleasure, perhaps sinful animalistic pleasure. I experienced the ultimate bliss, abandoned uncontrollable pleasure and nirvana of higher level. She said, it is strange we had to meet second time in these circumstances. Would it have been more pleasurable if our mating is in normal romantic circumstances? I am sad that my son did not live to experience such pleasures. Do you know, what could be the plausible reason for my son to end his life?
"I don't know."
Padma said, Can you believe that he could not fuck his wife, the first night and thereafter. She is still virgin".
Is that so? Amma" I said, I did not think of this possibility.
"It is the naked truth. He did not fuck his wife. His inability to fuck his wife must have caused him to take such a decision. He was not like you. I wish he was a man like you with vigor and virility and had a cock like yours so big and beautiful and fucked his wife. I wish you are my son."
"Amma If I am your son, I would not have married any other girl," I said.
"Why, Shiva, "she asked taking my already erect and hard cock in her hands, stroking it.
"If you are my mother, I do not need any other girl. I would have married you, amma"
You would have married me, even if I am your mother? Shiva, you like me so much to marry me?
Yes, Mom. I said, I have not seen any other girl as beautiful and sexy as you are.
I am very happy, excited and thrilled to know that you would have married me, even if I were your mother. You can't marry me, if I were your mother, Society does not accept. It is sin and taboo, but you would have been my secret permanent resident stud lover forever. I could have been your secret wife. You could have had me from the time you could get your cock up. I would have been the happiest and luckiest mother to be fucked by you. I would have become your kept woman, and lifelong mistress living in sin with you. I would not have allowed you to marry any other girl. You could have even impregnated me and produced many children by now. I would have been the happiest mother nursing your children, breastfeeding you along with your children.
Is that so, Amma? Do you want me so much as your son and lover?
As you said, Shiva, I would not have allowed you to marry any other woman if you were my son. I would have been the happiest and luckiest mother to have a handsome stud son like you. Why should I allow you to give to other woman such pleasures? She said "You saw me first time during the marriage of my son, I remember you looking at me with intense burning desire and flirting with me". You were not looking at me as mother, your friend's mother but you were looking as if you want to devour me.
Yes. Padma, I remember seeing you, as if it happened yesterday, when I saw you first time in your house, you were wearing a pure silk yellow saree with dark read border. Your beautiful long thick jet black lustrous silky smooth shining hair dressed in long braid just below your arse, tied with matching colored hair band, left loose reaching mid thighs, adorned with beautifully arranged jasmine flower threads oscillating as you walk. Your big huge voluminous heavy breasts visibly extending out of saree pallu, glittering gold necklace around your neck and long chain with a heart shaped diamond studded locket resting on your breasts and hanging on your front swinging rhythmically as you walk, beautiful glittering diamond studded hanging ear rings, hands full of gold and matching colored bangles, and beautiful gold precious stone studded waist chain. You were looking like a bride. I thought I should marry a girl like you. I even thought I would have married if you have daughter resembling you. You were like Rathi Devi-the Kama Goddess descended on earth, exuding feminineness. The smell of your body aroma is still fresh in my mind.
Oh! Shiva you remember me so well, and all those minute details including jewelry I was wearing.
I do remember, It was love, desire and fata attraction at first sight. I could not take off my eyes from you, all through the marriage ceremony and never missed an opportunity to be around you watching you, admiring you, drinking your beauty. I wanted to talk to you in privacy but you were busy with all the relatives and guests. I talked to you mostly in the crowd. There was no opportunity to express my admiration and love to you in privacy. I conveyed and tried to communicate with you mostly by looking at you. I followed you all through the wedding ceremony. I knew you noticed my attention towards you, and you reciprocated with bewitching and inviting beautiful smile.
I remember you came to me, and said, 'you are lovely and beautiful. You are looking like bride.' I blushed and felt overwhelmed and happy to hear adorable comments from a handsome young man. I was also surprised you said that to me, your friend's mother. I never forgot that moment. You did not leave me. I still remember as if it happened yesterday, you were always around me and flirting with me all through the wedding ceremony. You were so confident and trying to woo me with your charm. You said that I was more beautiful than the all the young girls there. You never left my thoughts since that day. You entered my mind, my thoughts, my soul and my dreams.
'You are beautiful, sexy and exciting amma,' I said stroking her big hard jutting brown nipples with my tongue and fingers. Her breasts became hard engorged and her nipples grew bigger and harder.
Truly, I was interested, attracted to you when you first saw me, I wanted you. I do not why that was the first time I felt so much happy as a woman, but the circumstances, the occasion and other people being around not withstanding so many other factors prevented me to express my love for you. But today, it is different and unimaginable circumstances.
Shiva, do you think I am a cock crazy, immoral incestuous, sex starved slut encouraging, inviting, seeking and receiving sexual pleasure, moaning with pleasure instead of mourning, cooing instead of crying, and groaning instead of grieving, offering, opening up and giving herself shamelessly to a man who tried to share the pain and agony, comfort and console me, young enough to be her son, at this sorrowful moment on a day when my son is dead and his body lying in mortuary. Here I am, submitted myself completely shamelessly uninhibitedly, offering myself to my son's closest friend, a young man of my son's age, immensely enjoying being fucked thoroughly.
Without stopping her flow of thoughts as she talked, I listened to her attentively fascinated by the feelings she had for me, as she revealed her inner most thoughts. It was like she was pouring out her thoughts loudly. She continued her monologue, pouring her feelings.
I am surprised at myself submitting, my body, to be fucked by you, opening my all pores experiencing the bliss and ultimate joy, uninhibitedly endlessly such an intense pleasure hitherto unknown to me. You ignited fire in my mind and body and I could not help but melt in your indulging and intimate embrace. I feel happy and lucky and you made me orgasm thrice continuously which I never imagined I could experience. If anyone else comes to know about us, they would think that I am an immoral slut, cock crazy and sex hungry bitch. People may even think that I have abnormal psyche. Tell me Shiva, what you think of me, think about me honestly.
Padma, First of all, I suggest you to stop criticizing yourself and doesn't worry about what other will think. No one will be telling the world. What happened is between you and me. You are definitely not abnormal, crazy or immoral. You and I are perfectly normal people who are in love each other. We did not imagine that we would meet again in such circumstances. We have not done anything to be ashamed of. What happened today was natural and absolutely normal expression of romantic passionate union and unique expression love.
I understand your need to have your son in you, especially now, you want your son in you, you wanted to back him into you and you see your son in me. Since you could not take him into you, you have opened yourself to me and desired me and invited me to enter you, taken me into you, allowed me to enter you, to explore your depths, your body and soul, receiving me into you and opening up for me. Your abundant love and desire as a woman prompted you to have a man to fill you and fulfill you.
Shiva, You understand me completely, my inner thoughts, appreciate my feelings and know my mind so well, Shiva you have put my feelings into words better than I could have expressed. You make me confess, pour out my secret desires and dreams. I need a man like you. I have been waiting for a man like you to satisfy my desires, share and shower my love and to make my dreams come true. It happened on a peculiar day in an unbelievable way. I would have definitely invited you to have me, had there been an occasion to meet you again after our first meeting. Today, the loss of my son triggered both my motherly instinct and hitherto unknown long awaited desire, flared up with you showering love. I was not thinking, It so happened in such a natural way. You did not give me a chance even to sort out my feelings.
Shiva, I should have helped my son, with love. I could have taught him to fuck. It's so simple; because he couldn't fuck his wife during first three nights, and subsequently when they were together he thought he was impotent. He came back to college probably depressed and frustrated.
Was he impotent? How do you know amma?
He thought so. Perhaps he was. He wrote an apologetic letter to his wife, a week back and she showed it to me. I was planning to talk to him, help him fuck me with love and he would have learnt how to fuck a woman. "He should have told me, come to me, I would have made his cock big and hard, she took my cock into her hands stroking it. He could have fucked me. I would have helped him enter my cunt and fuck. I would have taught him how to fuck a woman." she said. Why he did not share with me, talk to me in confidence, He knows I love him.
Padma, Now I understand, he wanted you. He saw you in his wife and wanted her to love him, and wanted her to show love and affection like a mother, make his cock bigger and help him to enter her, guide him with love, and take him, his cock into her. But he could not tell her and he could not fuck her unless she makes him big and hard lovingly. Padma, tell me honestly, you would have offered yourself to your son and got fucked by him, had he expressed his desire?
Shiva, honestly, yes, I would have fucked him.
Padma, he might have expected you to take the lead, initiate him lovingly, seduce and fuck him. He perhaps desired you, but could not express his feelings to you because of social stigma. He might have feared of your rejection losing your motherly love. Shiva, How can I take the lead, being his mother? You know very well woman always wanted and waited for the man to take the lead, initiate and woo them.
Yes Padma, I know what woman wants.
Padma, you should have sucked your son's cock like this to make him big, I said. Why you did not suck him?
Yes, I should have, but he did not show it to me like you, you mother fucker. Perhaps he did not have such a big cock as yours to show proudly. Shiva, you do not need any encouragement, your monstrous and magnificent cock is always ready under any circumstances. Your cock is already erect and ready to enter and open me up again. You make any woman open up and enter her with your monstrous cock. Kneeling down, she took my cock into her hands kissed the beautiful big pink knob, she said, "Shiva, your cock is so big, enormous, magnificent, long, thick and beautiful. Your cock is so big like a horse's cock. She ran her tongue along the shaft, licked my scrotum and balls, and then took the cock into her mouth sucked.
I pulled her up by her hair, asked her to bend. She obeyed, bent, her ass high up, her legs and thighs spread wide, resting her hands on the bed, and her hair fell down on both sides of her shoulders touching the floor. Her juicy cunt spread wide, wet and inviting. It was an erotic and exciting. I bent down and could smell her scent - the cunt of a woman. I licked her cunt, lapped and inserted into her cunt. She doesn't just have a cunt between her legs. She is a cunt! And I mean it as in she's a hot, feminine, delicious, sexy, and I need to be eaten and fucked hard cunt. No longer amazed at all the attention she drew, she is a walking piece of sex! Her legs were spread wide despite her trying to close them and my mouth and nose were pressing into her labium. I could actually feel my face pressing ever so slightly inside her body!
I entered her juicy cunt holding her hips, doggy style, slowly firmly opening her cunt deep filling her cunt to the bottom. Oh! Shiva, you filled me up to my belly button. Fuck me hard. Fuck me, my son. I took her hair in my hands, holding her luxurious thick hair; pulling it with one hand and other hand holding her hip, I fucked leisurely enjoying each and every stroke. She was also enjoying immensely with her groaning throaty noise. She was like bitch in heat receiving, submitted her cunt to be fucked. She reached orgasm violently, I could feel her cunt muscles contracting and expanding, gripping my cock tightly, and her whole body in ecstatic spasms, her cunt muscles all of a sudden gripping my cock, squeezing my cock. I stood still, allowing her to enjoy the long drawn multiple orgasms and then allowed myself to ejaculate hot loads of thick juice filling her cunt.
We lay on the bed, I took her into my arms, and her head buried on to my chest, the she looked up into my eyes, expressing shyness, satisfaction and contentment. She said, I want to have a son like you. I wish today you might have already impregnated me. Somehow I feel it, because it is the right time for me.
I said, Amma, I promise you I try my best to impregnate you to give you my son or daughter. She smiled, Shiva, woman could feel safe, protected, satisfied and forever happy with you. You know how to make a woman happy and satisfied.
It was the lunchtime; I went out brought lunch for both of us, had a light lunch and she relaxed in my arms. She was lying on my lap while we were talking. She was concerned and confused about her inner contradictory, abnormal thoughts and feelings. She was analyzing and sorting out her own psyche, behavior prompted by hidden desires. Her mind as a mother feeling the pain having lost her son, at the same time her mind also in joy thinking about the experience she had with the young man in whose lap she was resting on her head. Why she was not feeling the acute pain a mother normally feels when she loses her son? Is it because He was not worthy son of her expectations? She was confused.
Her husband knocked the door and I opened. Padma was allowed to see her son's body lying in the vehicle briefly. Padma was shown only her son's face because the body was blackened due to poison effect. She burst into tears. I took hold of her and brought her back to the room. Padma's husband came to the room and told Padma to travel by train, requested me to accompany her to their hometown. He took Gandhi's body by taxi, to their village. Our friends went to railway station to arrange tickets for travel by train for me and Padma.
We were alone again in the room. We lay down cuddling each other. Padma said, she wanted to take bath and shampoo her hair. I said, Let me help you. I helped her shampoo hair, and cleaned her every corner of her body with soap. Soaping her beautiful thighs, and her cunt hair, and said Padma, Your cunt is very sexy. You don't shave your cunt? No she said, I never shaved till now.
Shall do it now for you, I said.
Not now, Shiva, some other day, you are in a hurry to do everything possible now. You have me now. You can do whatever you want later. I toweled her body and dried her hair.
She put on petticoat and bra, and was in front of full length mirror. I combed her hair enjoying the feel of her long silky thick jet black luxurious lustrous shining hair. I took her into my arms, and kissed her. You look beautiful and sexy. I smelled her hair and said, 'arrange your hair into a braid'.
She said, I wish I can, No, what everyone will think of me? I am not a wife travelling with husband on a pleasure trip; I am a grieving mother and should dress and behave like one.
No one will know that once we are in the train, I said. Padma, you are sexy when you arrange your hair into a bun. You look much younger if leave your hair into a braid, or in pony tail.
I took her to the bed and she sat on my lap.
She smiled, what people unknown to us think seeing you and me.
Padma, my dear sweet darling, It depends on their imagination. They may assume that you are my loving wife, or we are lovers having a secret extramarital affair. Some may think that we are mother and son, or aunty and nephew, or brother and sister.
Do I look young enough to be your wife, Shiva? You are saying that only to make me happy. People think that I took a young stud lover boy to get fucked, she said. I am of your mother's age.
You definitely look younger than your actual age. You are an ageless beauty. Some women look more beautiful, sexier, glamorous, gorgeous, and desirable as they mature. If you arrange your long beautiful hair in a braid adorned with jasmine flowers, you look definitely young enough to be my sweet darling adorable and loving wife. But age does not matter.
Shiva, you are chivalrous, romantic and know how to win a girl's heart. I wish you are my husband and I want to be your wife, even secretly. Do you love me and take me as your wife permanently. I don't mind if people come to know about our relationship and call me your mistress.
Yes, my sweet darling, I want you to be mine, my mistress forever. I felt you belong to me, the first time I saw you. I possess you and I want you forever.
She got up and said, Shiva I think we should get ready. I wish we have more time together. Tomorrow I won't be able to spend time with you.
I wish we can stay here forever, I want tine to freeze, I said. It will be difficult for us to see each other at your house; so many people will be around. Everyone will be coming to meet you to offer condolences.
Shiva, I am afraid, I do not know what my husband will tell people, definitely not the fact. Perhaps we shall tell people that he met with an accident.
She arranged her hair into a beautiful bun. She got dressed wearing a flower printed chiffon saree and matching blouse. Her big breasts could be seen through her saree. Arranging her saree pleats neatly, she asked, now do I look like your wife or your mother?
You like a sexy mother, I said.
Did you tell my son, that you love his mother, about your love and desire for me? Did you discuss about me with my son.
I did not tell him explicitly, but he knew or guessed from the way we were talking with each other on phone. He even noticed my following you during and after the marriage ceremony. He once asked, when we both were looking at his wedding albums, do you like my mother? I saw you always following her during my wedding ceremony.
I said yes and smiled. He was not angry or upset, he just gave mischievous smile and asked me to go with him during the ensuing holidays for which I happily agreed only to meet you. He even said 'My mother will be happy to see you. She likes you and is very fond of you.'
She said, Shiva, I really am surprised that he knew about my feelings of love for you. I don't know what he really thought about me. We will never know.
We got into the car and went to railway station.
Chapter 2
In the night, we boarded the train, got into 1st class coupe reserved for us by our friends. After TTE checked the tickets, I locked the door. Padma got up, looked at me smiling, do you want me to arrange my hair into braid now?
I will be delighted, no one will see us till morning, you need not have to hesitate about others.
She untied her bun, hair loosened and cascading down reaching her mid thighs. I combed her hair and she arranged her hair into a long loose braid.
I hugged and encircled her from back, her long braid onto her front looking into the mirror.
Padma, you look definitely younger in long braid, anyone think that you are my wife.
'Do I really look so young enough to be your wife? I feel like a young girl in your presence, because you treat me as one. You are my real man, and lover. You made me a complete woman, mistress, and lover.
Padma, you are an ageless beauty. Women like you are become more beautiful and glamorous, attractive, sexier and desirable with advancing age, I said, fondling her earlobes and kissing behind her ears, licking them.
I could have been more sexier and desirable, had I been satisfied, psychologically, emotionally, sexually by a lover like you, all these years, thoroughly enjoying my beauty and satisfying me. My precious youth have been wasted with my unromantic inept husband. My husband never appreciated or enjoyed my beauty. We have money, social status, and respect in the society but none of these things could give me happiness and satisfaction as a woman.
Padma, you mean you did not have marital happiness?
Yeah, my husband is unromantic, incompetent, inept, do not know how to make his wife happy, how to treat a beautiful woman like me, does not have any knowledge of enjoying, giving and receiving sexual pleasure.
Amma, you mean that! You have not been fucked thoroughly enough to satisfy your sexual desire, so far all these years except by me.
Yes, I confess, I have never been enjoyed, eaten and fucked so far till now, though I gave birth to a son. I never experienced orgasm till now. You are the first man who made me reach such ecstatic orgasm. She said, I have been dreaming and waiting for a man like you all these years, for you Shiva, who can appreciate, admire, eat, enjoy, excite, experience, feel, fondle, fill and fuck me thoroughly. I have been dreaming and waiting for a man like you who can own me, dominate me, possess me, and command me. The first time you saw me, I felt that I have known you I knew you are the man I have been dreaming about all these years. Your intense looks conveyed you are a romantic stud capable of winning me, my heart and giving me all that I have been dreaming of.
You won my heart with your gestures, made me to open up my heart and become my soulmate. You filled my cunt with your monstrous cock so completely and filled my soul and heart with love, opening up inner depths, touching me deep to the core, made me pour out all my juices, making me melt and opening flood gates, and flow out all stored juices and thoughts, feelings, and desires. I have opened up my heart and soul; submitted myself uninhibitedly, shamelessly and completely to you. It was like dam filled with water and the flood gates opened.
It may be surprising to you, Shiva, first time in my life I experienced orgasm while fucking. I never experienced orgasm so far with my inept and useless husband all these years. I experienced such an intense ecstatic uncontrollable never ending multiple orgasms, every inch of my body, head to toe experienced orgasm, all my pores opened up, opening the flood gates, my stored kama melted, pouring out like flood gates of a dam opened, like a volcano erupted and lava gushing out.
Shiva, I realized how a woman can experience and enjoy the bliss, eternal bliss reaching nirvana though ecstatic orgasm. I have been doing meditation, yoga and puja worshipping the God to control channelize and divert my sexual thoughts, desire and energies unsuccessfully. You made my dreams come true, achieve and reach much higher levels of nirvana, ultimate pleasure, satisfaction and unknown to me so far.
Shiva, a woman submits and surrenders herself and worships the man who can give her sexual bliss. She becomes his subject, Bhakta, dasi and devotee, I submit to you. You are my Master. I am your slave. Even now with you surrounding me my whole body is reacting with enthusiasm and expectation. You have the sensuous touch to ignite me, put me on fire and capacity to make me explode.
Padma, now that you have me. I will explore every part of your sensuous and sensational beautiful body, enter, open and fill all your holes dear. You need to be fucked now, dear. Her sari pallu dropped to the floor, I removed her blouse and bra, releasing her huge voluminous heavy firm hanging conical breasts. Her firm jutting brown nipples was hard in my fingers as I stroked them, and then lifting her breasts up stroking from bottom and said, Padma, I wish I can suck milk from your breasts.
"You can, Shiva, my Lover Son, you made me lactate milk in the afternoon. I was surprised that I could lactate without delivering baby. Your love ignited fire in my body, and motherly instinct in my mind, made my stored milk juices flow out of my breasts. I have experienced such continuous ecstatic multiple endless orgasms; I never knew such intense orgasm can occur. Impregnate me, and once I give birth to your son, I can feed my breast milk to both of you forever. I want a son from you, our love child from you, Shiva." She said.
I kissed her breasts, sucking her engorged hard nipples, and removed her saree, untied her petticoat and took off my pants, asked her to sit down on the berth, her thighs spread wide, placed her legs on both sides of my shoulders.
"I want to eat you, amma"
Eat me, son, Eat my cunt.
Her legs were spread wide despite her trying to close them and my mouth and nose were pressing into her labium. I could actually feel my face pressing ever so slightly inside her body! Her cunt smells like heaven; I wish I could eat this cunt out. I started licking her engorged big protruding pink wet clitoris, slurping and lapping up her cunt juice with my tongue, inserted my tongue into her cunt deep and licking all over. I started devouring her cunt, sucking her juices, slurping, licking her all over cunt sucking her juices, pressing my mouth to her cunt and sucking, making slurping noise.
Oh. Shiva, you are sucking all my stored juices, you are emptying all my kama juices stored all these years, like a vacuum machine.
I got up; she offered her wet juicy cunt, her hands holding onto the berth. I entered her juice drenched cunt, opening her up, penetrating slowly and steadily going into her like a knife in slab of soft butter mound, filling her deep cunt to the bottom.
I took hold of her long braid into my hand. The train was moving with a rhythmic sound and my cock was moving in her cunt like piston, forward and backward at a steady pace rhythmically enjoying each stroke opening up her cunt, every time like a boring machine tool boring into a soft rain drenched earth and her cunt receiving my cock with equal enthusiasm.
Oh Shiva, my god, fuck me my son, fuck my cunt deep yes yes. She was making loud noises with abandoned carelessness. Amma, you have beautiful big ass. Padma was thrusting her ass up to meet my cock, every time making thapach, thapach thapach noise. I increased the momentum matching the increasing speed of the train. I rotated my cock in her cunt sideways and the open in her cunt wide.
Her cunt was gripping my cock and releasing it, repeatedly again and again; her orgasmic response was gradually increasing and then reached its peak as her cunt gripped my cock tightly for a long time and slowly releasing. It was like Tsunami waves one after another; her body was shivering. She was like a wild animal crying out loud with pleasure. Her finger nails dug deep scratching my back violently, drawing blood. Gradually her orgasm slowly subsided, as I still was fucking at a high speed and with all my energy, pounding into her cunt.
My cock finally ejaculated loads and loads of hot lava, thick sperm into her cunt. She gripped my cock, squeezed and sucked all my sperm with her cunt muscles into her, draining and emptying me. This is what she wants, she wanted to be fucked, become pregnant that day, and I was not to disappoint her. We disentangled, and she cleaned my cock with towel and lie down on the berth to allow my sperm to enter her womb and couple with her waiting fertile egg.
She smiled and said, Shiva, I have never been fucked so intensely and so many times in a day till today and experienced such an intense ecstatic orgasms and nirvana in my life. You are a passionate lover. You are a lion. I think you made me pregnant. I said, don't worry, night is still young, we shall have more opportunities to ensure impregnation. Woman intuitively knows when her hormones are at peak and her egg is ready to receive the sperm. It was on such rare occasion that Padma, wanted and got pregnant. It so happened, as she told me later she was impregnated by me on that day.
Shiva, you treat me as if I am your young lover though I am of your mother's age. You have the confidence in you to make me feel like a young girl. I am sure many a woman might have submitted themselves to you enamored by your charm.
Chapter 3
The following day, after all the religious rituals were completed, all the visitors left, Padma came to my room. Her eyes were red due not having slept earlier night. People assumed her eyes were red because of her crying.
She hugged me and said, I have been waiting for your sensuous touch all the day, Shiva, to be with you.
I hugged her, took her head in my hands and kissed on her cheek, saying, I have been waiting for you, amma.
You have been busy and surrounded by relatives and friends.
Why do you call me amma now?
You said you wanted me as your son, yesterday.
But I feel that I am your wife now, I want to be your wife, Shiva. You cannot marry me; our relationship has to be like mother and son for the society.
In private what do you want me call you, Padma?
Call me whatever you want to call me, call me as your wife. I am yours and only yours for life, until death. Don't leave me, my young lover and stud husband.
Am I your husband? Am I your stud, Amma
Yes, you are both my husband and family stud.
I raised my eyebrows and said, 'Family stud?'
Yes, my dear husband, you have to impregnate me and my daughter in law. I want you tie mangalsutra to me and my daughter in law also, so that you become our joint husband.
Joint husband to you and daughter in law?
My daughter in law Madhu should not go out of this house as virgin. I do not want the society to know that my son was impotent and could not fuck his wife. You have to deflower and impregnate her, at the earliest, so that the society should think that it was my lost son who made her pregnant.
Oh, It's a good plan to keep up family honor.
You have become my son and hence you a moral right to fuck my daughter in law. You have become my husband and it's your duty to protect family prestige. As father in law you can fuck daughter in law and make her pregnant to keep the family prestige. I present our virgin daughter in law to you tonight.
Does she agree?
She has to and she will agree. I will convince her.
Did you fuck any virgin girl so far, Shiva
No, Amma.
You have had lot of experience in fucking women. Do you only fuck mothers and not virgin girls?
I fuck women - mothers or not, who lovingly and willingly offer themselves to me, wants me to fill and fulfill their insatiable desires. I make them happy and satisfied, with my love and fuck.
You are an expert in seducing mothers and fucking them with love. No wonder, you seduced me instantly without much effort yesterday.
I seduce only when woman is willing to be seduced.
Padma, I liked you the moment I saw you. But who seduced who, yesterday, tell me who seduced whom?
You seduced me. Shiva, it was you. You are a virile, handsome and irresistible man who can make any woman desire you, feel uncontrollable need to have you near them, surround them, hug them, and own them, as if they have been waiting for you to be owned by you and fucked by you all their life. You have the ability to attract women and make them fall for you.
You seduced me, a grieving and mourning helpless mother, crying and grieving for the loss of her newly married son leaving his wife as virgin. You consoled, provoked, incited, excited and made me shamelessly invite you into my mind and your cock to enter me like a bitch in heat. You wanted me from the moment you saw me, as you yourself admitted, and have been waiting for an opportunity ever since to fuck me. Had I not submitted willingly, you would have entered me by force, fucked me and would have made me to submit to you. You are an unscrupulous, immoral and incestuous stud.
Me? You are calling me incestuous, Amma? I asked.
Shiva, the first time you saw me in my house, when you came to attend my son's wedding, you looked at me as if you own me, despite the presence of so many people around us. You looked into my eyes as if only both of us were there in a secluded place despite the presence of many people around us. You looked at me, into my eyes, your eyes revealed compassion, empathy, love and desire for me as if you suddenly found your valuable properly after a long time. You made me feel that we have been close and intimate for a long time. Your voice commanded me, and you talked to me as a master. I felt happy that I finally met my dream man. I wanted you to woo me, to court me, to cajole me, to love me and I wanted you to have me. That's why subsequently whenever I talked to my son on phone, I always enquired about you. I even talked to you on phone, but of course, when my son was with you, I could not express myself except talking to you generally. But I am sure you understood my interest in you. I have been thinking of you always ever since you first saw me. Many a night you were in my dreams.
I know that Amma, I was aware of your interest in me, but many a time when you talked to me your son was always there with me, I could not also express my love to you. You have always been in my thoughts and I used to see your son's wedding photographs many a time only to see you.
Shiva, you have certainly incestuous feelings, calling me Amma, in a husky voice while I talked to you on phone. It was not a voice of a son's love. Though you were saying amma, your voice conveyed your love and desire for me. You called me Amma, even while fucking. Even today, when you hugged me, encircling me, in an intimate embrace putting your hands on my head and stroking me lovingly, calling me Amma, and at the same time thrusting your hard cock, pressing against me, A son do not press his hard cock against his Amma.
I could feel your hard cock, and my mind responded with love thinking it was my son, my body responded with desire. You evoked, provoked incited my body and mind to respond erotically and open up. My dormant desires surface and exploded, as if I have been a simmering mountain, waiting all these years for you to trigger. You provoked, initiated, instigated, triggered and ignited my mind and body, and my unsatisfied desires. The moment you took me into your arms and embraced me, my dormant desires surfaced. I felt safe, loved, owned, and comfortable in your arms.
I smiled and said, please continue, I want to know your inner thoughts and feelings.
She said, I want to tell you what was in my mind deep inside. It had been many years since I had felt such an intense desire, that slow ache in the abdomen, blood surging as on a fast-moving swing. I have never experienced such an intense unbearable uncontrollable desire to be taken by a man; I never felt such an intense urge with my husband even as a young newly married woman. You incited, provoked and excited me to a state that I could no longer wait for you to enter me, open me up and explore my depths. You set my body and mind on fire. I want you in me I want to take all of you into me. I was like a bitch in heat.
As you entered and opened me up. I happily invited and received your big cock into my cunt, your monstrous hard long thick cock thrusting and opening my wet hungry cunt, filling my cunt deep to the bottom, but still exploring, drilling further deep, widening, touching and caressing every minute corner inside my cunt and caressing my clitoris, simultaneously making me experience and enjoy hitherto unknown ecstatic pleasure. I truly enjoyed being fucked by you.
I uninhibitedly and willingly submitted to you as if you own me, as if you are my God, and it was my duty to submit myself to you. I was like a musical instrument unused for a long time and kept in a corner gathered dust, you found it, dusted, cleaned, tuned, and started fondling the strings to make beautiful music. You fucked my mind and cunt simultaneously and thoroughly. Every pore in my body opened every corner in my mind and my soul opened up and experienced the bliss. You made me experience such a pleasure which I never imagined possible in fucking.
Had we met in normal circumstances, it would have taken more time for me to allow you to invite you to submit myself and enter me. I would have enjoyed and waited for you to woo me, to court me and would have preferred to go through romantic seduction, enjoyed your chivalry before I accepted you into me. I even imagined and had dreams about such scenario, like a young girl, you following, teasing, requesting, and pleading for my attention and love. I never felt this way with any other man in my life so far except you. You walked in to my life suddenly at this age that too on a day of my son's marriage and I could not give more time for myself to be with you, to give an opportunity for you to seduce me romantically. You wanted to fuck me, the first time you saw me. I knew it. I was waiting for you to make advances and to seduce me, but there was no opportunity for us both.You called me Amma, while fucking me. Was it not? Yes Padma, Perhaps you are right. Both of us are incestuous, like every mother and son. I called you Amma because you wanted your son to fuck you. I would have courted you and called you Padma, if you are not my friend's mother and had an opportunity to meet you in different circumstances.
I love you Padma.
I being friend's mother did not deter you to from having desire for me. Why, Shiva?
Padma, you are very admirable, aphrodisiac and beautiful. The maturity has brought some peculiar glamour to your personality. I wish I was born and met you, when you were young virgin school going girl. I would have seduced you then. I imagine you know as an young girl wearing half saree and your hair in two braids. Shiva, I am very happy to hear you saying so. I do not want to think that you made love to me only to show pity and console me. You could have consoled me in a normal way without making love to me.
Padma, I was planning to come to your house along with your son during the ensuing holidays only to see you, to be with you, to meet you and obviously to seduce you, assuming your son and his wife will be busy with each other and visiting his in-laws. He even asked me to go with him during the holidays. I thought I can have enough time to seduce you.
I wanted to fuck you the first time I saw you.
Why did not you do that on that day?
I would have if had opportunity to be with you alone.
You are so confident that you can seduce me in my home with your charm and manliness. Do you seduce every woman you like?
Padma, for me to like a woman, she has to be very special and unique like you.
Shiva, how many women you seduced so far?
Padma, do you want to know about me. I will tell you in due course.
Shiva, ever since I was a girl, I always wanted a tall, confident, handsome, energetic, chivalrous, interesting, romantic man like you to have me, to enjoy my beauty, who can command me, and who can make my dreams come true. The man I married is inept, incompetent and inadequate and insufficient and unromantic. He never excited me and never enjoyed me. I am happy I met you and you like me.
Padma, you are a romantic beautiful sexy woman worthy to be loved.
Shiva, I wished to have a son who is my dream man. It turned out perhaps he was like his father. I wish my son was a man like you in fucking, and deflowered and fucked his wife thoroughly. Since he did not fuck his wife, left and her as a virgin, I want you to fuck her and deflower her. I want to see your cock fucking her virgin cunt. I offer you my daughter in law.
Now I want you to own me, use me, abuse me, eat me, beat me, lick me, lap me, kick me, suck me, feel me, fuck me, rip me, knead me, command me, and do everything and anything possible. You are like Lord Shiva. You have a cock always ready, erect, and virile, like Shiva lingam to fuck mothers. You are mother fucker.
Yes, Amma, and you are a beautiful desirable mother who needs to be fucked. Every inch of your body exudes erotic sex. I fondled her breast.
I kissed her belly softly, and traced my tongue down to her waist, moved back and forth between the edge of her pubic area and her belly button. Slowly I kissed her pussy upwards from her knees along the inside of her thighs. Brushed lightly across her pubic area and across to the other thigh, kissing downwards again to the other knee and teased her with my tongue when I got near the vagina, in the crook between the pussy and the thighs. I paused for a few seconds to take in the scent of her pussy. I ran my tongue slowly from the bottom of the vagina to the top repeatedly for few times. Parted her cunt lips, and then slowly teased my tongue around the opening of the vagina.
Oh, Ma Your cunt is delicious and tasty and your cunt juices are like honey, I said.
I licked the inside of the labia, moving upwards to the hood above the clit. Her clit is swollen and peeked from the hood. I took the labia into my mouth, and sucked them gently. Moving my tongue from the bottom of the vagina to the base of the clit up and down, using the tip of the tongue to create a tingling, teasing sensation. This will aroused her, and she lifted her hips into your face for more.
She pressed her clitoris against me, and said suck harder and faster. Licked and sucked the fold of skin around the clit, took it into my mouth and sucked and slurped while gently licking with my tongue. I parted the fold of skin to expose the tip of the clit. Licked it gently as she was pressing her cunt into may face, licked harder, and increase your speed. I licked and sucked in a rhythm for a long time.
Suck my lingam, your son's cock, Amma.
Yeah, son, see how big it is, like Shiva lingam, like a Dhvaja sthabham standing tall and erect in front of Temple, big long thick magnificent and monstrous like the cock of Nandishvara. Your cock is so big and proud. She bent took my cock into her mouth, sucking, licking along the shaft to the know, nibbling my engorged big pink knob, licking the base and scrotum, my nerves electrified, blood flowing at jet speed to the cock. She continued sucking taking my cock fully in her mouth; I fucked her mouth deep throat.
If you continue sucking my cock, I may ejaculate into your mouth. She got up and was lying on the bed spreading thighs wide open. I positioned myself on my knees, between her open thighs, lifted and placed her legs on both sides of my shoulders, entered her juicy cunt all the way in and started fucking with all my energy. Padma made loud noise with pleasure, enjoying the brute force with which I am pounding her cunt. I took my cock off her cunt. She is wild and uninhibited during fucking, makes loud noise, her body responding to each of my stroke. Fuck me, Shiva, Fuck me hard, more and more, fuck harder and harder, rip my cunt, she was saying.
Amma your arse is so beautiful and tempting, get up and bend on your knees. She obeyed, and bent her arse high up. I reentered her cunt, fucked her holding her braid with one hand and inserted my finger in her ass hole. Her arse hole twitched, but as I slowly inserted my finger deep, her ass hole opened up. I fucked her cunt with my cock and asshole with my fingers simultaneously.
Chapter 4
Two days later, Padma brought her widowed daughter-in-law, 20 yr. old virgin Madhusmitha, attired in a traditional style like bride for the Shobhanam, first night. Madhu, tall lean beautiful large expressive innocent inviting anxious eyes juicy lips shy long smooth hair arranged into a single plait reaching her mid thighs decorated with jasmine flowers wearing her wedding silk saree was led by Padma to my room with a glass of milk. It was the tradition that widowed wife wears kumkum on forehead and flowers in braid till all ceremonies are performed on 13th day.
Padma said, Shiva, here is your wife, make her happy and pregnant soon and left the room. Madhu like any bride stood there. I brought her to the bed. She handed over the glass of milk. I drank half the glass and gave it to her. I looked at her, who is young, lean and curvaceous, beautiful and sexy.
I deflowered Madhu that night. After Madhu slept, I went to Padma, who was waiting for me. We fucked till wee hours. I stayed till 13th day ceremony, fucking both mother-in-law and daughter-in-law, day and night and returned to the college.
I got a phone call from Padma and Madhu informing me that both were pregnant, impregnated by me. Both were happy. People thought it was Gandhi who made his wife pregnant and it was Padma's husband who made her pregnant. I continued my visits to their home every month. I went to them three days prior to their scheduled delivery date. Both Padma and Madhusmitha became proud mothers delivering boys. Padma and Madhu both delivered male babies. Everyone in the family and relatives said, it was Gandhi born again.
I was breastfed by both the mothers. I visit them often, enjoying them. Parma's husband knew about our secret affair. Padma and her husband adapted Madhu as their daughter. Madhu later got married to Padma's younger brother, a widower. I visit them often whenever the occasion arises. Secretly, I was the son Padma lost and her dream husband, I was the husband Madhu lost, fulfilling the vacuum left by Gandhi, and filling the void left, both physically and psychologically.
Madhu is now an English Professor in a reputed college, living with her in-laws (adapted parents) husband and our children.
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