Meena's husband, Shankar, boasted that men in his side served in the army or in the police force as far back as the Sepoy Mutiny of 1857. He himself was in the army, and his father and his grand-father and his great-grandfather had each been in the armed forces in one capacity or another. But Meena was not impressed.
Meena was married off to Shankar when she turned eighteen while he was home on a two-months long leave from service. He left her pregnant and came to visit her exactly three times, the last time to attend the birth of their son. Six months later, she was pregnant once more. And at twenty-one, she found herself to be a mother of two boys, Ramesh and Mahesh, having to raise them herself. She had help from her extended family, of course, just as all other women in her family did. Shankar did visit her, once every three or four months, but to her he seemed all too eager to pack his gear and head off to one of the many border skirmishes the country was involved in at that time.
During one of his stints at the eastern border - Meena could not keep track of where he was - he was caught in an ambush and was injured. But fortunately it was not serious. The injury and the subsequent treatment, which included two operations, left him with a slight limp, which meant that his career in the field was over. He reluctantly returned to his town, and worked at a desk job in the recruitment center a few miles from his home. Meena was happy. But within a couple of months she shocked everyone, none more than herself, when she got pregnant once again. So at the age of thirty, nine years after the birth of her second son she gave birth to yet another son. They called their third child Rajesh, or Raja for short.
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Her mother's instinct told Meena that Raja was special. He grew up to be a very quiet, very shy, introverted boy who was awkward around people in general and was socially inept. But what endeared him to Meena above all else was that he was brilliant in his studies, a trait that was not seen in their families for generations. To Meena, Raja was her ticket out of this town. If only she could nurture him, encourage him and make him understand what it meant to go to college, get a degree - two degrees even - and see what the world had to offer. And share all this with her. What would she not do to allow him to not fall under her husband's influence and not take the career path of a military man.
She had already given up on her older two sons. They had taken after their father and their enrollment in the army school was a given. But Meena had other plans for Raja. She bought him books, had him coached and tutored, and by the time he got into high school, all his teachers and friends and neighbors had already assumed he would be going off to college in the city.
But something changed in Raja as he reached his late teens. His two much older brothers had joined two different branches of the armed forces and were married off by then. Raja had been impressed by the tall tales they told of their exploits. He listened wide-eyed and open-mouthed as they regaled him and their friends with stories of bravery and valor, of seeing new places and people.
He was at an impressionable age. He had started bodybuilding, lifting weights, exercising regularly and by now had become physically strong and attractive, a good head and a half taller than all the other males in the house. But he still retained his shyness, his nervousness around people, had very few like minded friends and continued to be sort of introverted and socially awkward.
But Meena noticed other changes too in Raja. She saw him ogling women and girls among other things. But he was not doing this overtly, but only surreptitiously, but Meena knew what he was up to. He could only look, but nothing more. She knew he pleasured himself like normal boys. After all, she was the one who washed his clothes and arranged his room. Try as he may, he could not hide his girlie magazines from his inquisitive mother.
Meena felt Raja gradually gravitating away from her influence. He was also getting closer to his father, spending more time with him and going to meetings and listening to lectures on nationalism and heroism and social service and the like. Meena was afraid that her youngest son would also go the way of her other sons.
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Every year, the application day for the Armed Forces Training college was a festive affair in town. The new recruits, after submitting their applications, would go to a two day camp at the lake shore a short bus ride away from town to spend the time with seniors, old students and instructors and get to know each other.
Admission day and camp were just a few days away and her two older sons, Mahesh and Ramesh would be coming home then to join their father and Raja. She had to act fast. Before they came and swayed Raja's decision.
But Meena felt powerless. She knew of her husband's larger-than-life influence on their past, present and future. And was certain he would force Raja to his way of thinking. But she also felt that Raja was doing all this to gain acceptance from his father. She knew from long talks with Raja that he was nervous, that he was scared of leaving the house, of being in the army regardless of the excitement and opportunities it offered, and of going away from her and that he wanted to be close to her and his house. All the other things he was doing was just an act, to impress his father and brothers. To fit in. And to gain their acceptance. To show that he no longer was just the youngest son, forever a child. No. he wanted to show them he was mature. He was a man now. But forsaking your bright future in the city for a career in the armed forces was not the way to do it, was it?
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One afternoon, Meena was cleaning and rearranging Raja's room, something she did once a month. This time she was moving around, trying to make room for a new table that she had ordered for Raja as a surprise gift for completing high school. She was piling boxes to one side, when her eyes fell on a small bag tucked away inside a suitcase. Without thinking twice, she picked it up and pulled apart the strings that held it closed, and dumped the contents on his bed.
She got the shock of her life on seeing the contents!
There were three garments there. They were underwear! Women's panties! Different colors. And one black one in particular looked very, very familiar to her!!
She went cold all over as she stared at the panties lying there. Her hand shook as she picked up the black one and slowly turned it in her hand. She felt as if a ton of bricks hit her. It was her underwear! She only had black ones, so she had not really cared if one was missing. But here it was. HER panties. In Raja's room. His mother's panties! It was unwashed, well used, cotton full back, with slightly frayed edges at the openings for her thighs. She noticed the gusset was hard and crusty and recognized the familiar color and pattern and feel of her own secretions.
Dear God! What was her son up to?
Then she looked down at the other two pieces. They were of a newer variety. Brightly colored, made of something other than cotton, probably lycra or nylon, small, with white bands. She immediately recognized both panties. They belonged to her daughters-in-law! The gussets were hard and crusty. They obviously were not washed. Yes, she had seen similar ones hanging in the clothesline when they were here last. When was it? Two, three months ago?
She could see Raja's eye bulge and Adam's apple bob as he watched his sisters-in-law going about their business in the house. He could not take his eyes off their behinds, as they walked and turned and sat down and got up. Meena thought that the girls knew Raja was watching and felt that they deliberately added a twirl to their asses as they moved. And the way they tied their saree! All low on their hips with their belly button showing, the curves of their hips visible. And the low cut of the font of their blouses exposed almost all of their tits. She herself was embarrassed talking to them. It was so obscene and dirty, but she could do nothing about it. How could a virile boy like Raja have controlled himself?
She looked down at the panties once more and saw more stains all over them and realized in shock what Raja may have done with them. Images she could never have thought of having flashed into her mind. Raja with her panties in his hand, smelling them, covering his...his. thing with his amma's underwear, his anni's panties, moving his hand up and down just like her husband had her often do. Aiyoh! What did she have to see and know what her son was doing? But here it was No proof was needed. Her son was masturbating using his own mother's underwear!
She was still shaking and cold all over as she put the panties back in the bag and stowed it in the box where she found it. What else could she do? Confront him? Ask him what this all meant? No. She could not think of anything.
Mother of God! The realization struck her like lightning. Her innocent, naive, loving, obedient son was a panty freak!
She sat on the bed for a while and calmed herself. She could not think straight. Then she decided that the best thing to do was to finish her task and then come back and think about what she had just seen.
She went about arranging the things in Raja's room As she pushed a hanger load of clothes from one end of a closet to make space for some boxes, something soft floated down and landed at her feet. Without thinking she bent down and picked it up. It seemed like a soft piece of wood stuck with tape, some contraption that would be used to cover something. Like covering a hole she said to herself. Then she thought to look for where the thing had come from. At first she could see nothing. Then she saw it. A tiny hole in the wall at about the height of her head. Again, without thinking, she put her eye to the hole.
She jumped back in shock and almost tripped and fell!
Her heart, which had slowed down and calmed a bit, was thumping a thousand beast in just those seconds! She could not believe what she had just seen. With her heart still beating fast, and her breath coming in long gasps, she put her eye to the hole in the wall. She could see into the next room. Before the question even could form in her mind, she knew the answer.
It was their dressing room!
She could see the small room where she undressed before her bath, and where she toweled herself dry and dressed after. The bathroom was too small and too wet, so the dressing room was the most convenient. She had a mirror there too. All the women who visited their house used the room in the same manner. And now she realized that Raja had an unobstructed view of what was happening in that room without anyone knowing.
Not only was her son a panty fetishist, he was also a damn voyeur!!
She staggered back to the bed and put her hand to her chest, trying to calm her breathing. Thoughts flashed into her mind. Her son had seen her dressing and undressing, surely. He had seen her naked! His own amma. And also his brothers' wives, And each and every girl and woman who came to their house!
It was obscene, very bad, illegal, and punishable! If people came to know about this he could be jailed! Something was wrong with her son!
Fortunately, the hole did not show the entire dressing room. That was a consolation. But then she realized something else. Did she not..not..do..it..to..herself...there? There were a few times.. Few? No, many times when she pleasured herself in that room. Leaning against the wall...
It felt so nice to be free of any clothing, completely naked, She squeezed her tits, her nipples were as hard as stones. She put her hand between her thighs and felt the thick, wiry curls. She probed with her middle finger and found the line of her thick lips down there and then the hot, moist opening of her cunt. She inserted her fingers slowly and brought them out again and again and again. She switched hands. Even that felt so good. The feeling that one hand could give was so different from what the other did. She edged close to her climax, many, many times and ultimately gave in. She saw herself in the mirror in the dressing room as she plunged her fingers in and out of her hole. It was so exciting to pose and preen and see herself touching all parts of her own body. Places where Shankar would never think of putting his hands - the crack between her ass cheeks, the hole at the back with tiny hairs surrounding it, the cleft where her thick thighs met her burrocks. Her whole body rocked and was still for a moment, and rocked again. She saw her reflection in the mirror - her whole body shuddered as waves of her orgasm hit her, Aiyoh! What would she do without these moments alone in the dressing room.! Ahhh.. she felt so relaxed and relieved of the stress and tension!
And the times her husband forced himself into the room, held her by her shoulders and pushed her to her knees and,,,
She liked it, but how could she say it out to him. Women were not expected to express such things. But she liked to feel his manhood. All thick and heavy and smelly and veiny. The dark purple head, all taut and shiny. He had taken his time asking her to pleasure him orally, thinking she would find it disgusting. But she wanted to touch it, hold it, wrap her palm around it and yes, put it in her mouth and slather it with her spit and roll her tongue up and down its sides and underneath it. Oh! The smell! The smell! How intoxicating and delirious. Some days she willed that Shankar would come into the dressing room and ask her to use her mouth on him and then fuck her brains out. Of course she acted as if it was repulsive and disgusting and that she did not like it. But he got a sense of power when she reluctantly agreed to give him what he wanted. Oh, how she wanted him to do it back to her. She wanted to feel his thick lips on her cunt, his mustache to tickle her pussy. But he only took, and did not give. Especially in this dressing room, with its full length mirror she could see herself on her knees, mouth made into an 'O' and Shankar's cock flying in and out of it as he crouched and held her head and fucked her orally like a rag doll. Aiyoh, amma! How she longed for the feeling of the thick, smelly, hot muscle in her mouth! And the way he entered her from behind, lifting and holding one of her legs up and out as he slammed his cock into her. The mirror gave her the entire picture, she could see her lips exposed, and her whitish cream dripping from her pussy on to Shankar's cock as it slid in and out of her.
Had Raja seen all this. Dear God. Please, no!
Wait, she thought. If there was one hole, what are the chances of there being more? She got up and searched the wall, feeling it all over with her hands. And then she found the other one. Oh god! Using both the holes the entire room was visible. So Raja did have the full view. He would have seen everything and everyone!!
She was aghast at what this meant. Her son had known and seen everything and was acting all pure and innocent in front of her. She was sure he imagined her naked every time he saw her, knowing fully well what she was like without any clothes on or what kind of underwear she had on that day. Or how she acted during sex with Shakar. The most intimate of a couple's actions. How awful, obscene, dirty! She felt violated. Her trust in her son was not returned. He was a pervert and, some would consider, almost sick. He needed help.
What could she do? She thought about this all day long. Should she tell Shankar about what their son did? No! Shankar would only give Raja a beating, within an inch of his life. And Meena realized that their secret was not safe with Shankar. No telling when he would spill the beans about their son to someone. No, that would not do. She would have to deal with this herself. Nip it in the bud before someone got to know the perverse nature of her son.
Her head spun as she contemplated the situation she found herself in. She only had two days before her other sons came home and took Raja away for admission and camp. She had to stop Raja from going. She had to make Raja see the light of day, somehow stop him from getting admitted to the Armed Service College. And then there was the matter of her son's perverted mind. How was she to stop him, if at all? How to cure him of this sickness. Oh! If only there was something she could do!!
Slowly a plan formed in her mind. Perhaps she could use the knowledge she gained about Raja's dirty, perverted habits to her advantage, make Raja take a decision in her favor. Yes! That's what she would do. She would kill two birds with one stone. She would stop Raja from joining the armed service, and at the same time cure him of all the evil that was in him.
But the cunning plan was almost diabolical and sordid in nature. What she had in mind would have been unimaginable to anyone. She knew it was sinful, taboo, incestuous, immoral and all those things. But to her it was the correct thing to do. If she had to keep her son to herself, safe and sound, away from the rest of the family, that was the only way.
It was between her and Raja. No one else mattered. Raja still thought of himself as a boy. But she had to show him that he was an adult now, one able to stand up to the bullying of his brothers and to resist his father and fight for what he felt was right and what he wanted, And it was Meena's duty as a mother to show her son the way.
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It was a Friday night and Shankar had gone for some meeting or another. As was customary in such situations he had had a few drinks with his friends and came home, not drunk, but sufficiently tired, and directly went to bed.
Meena tapped on Raja's door lighty and when he opened it she handed him his night time cup of milk.
"Thanks, amma," he said, and took the cup from her.
But Meena did not turn away. She said, "Hey Raja, I want to talk to you.. About..about college."
"Aiyoh, amma! We have been through this before, no? What else is there to.."
Meena did not let him finish. She pushed through and went and sat on Raja's bed. He too came and sat beside her. Meena noticed his eyes bulge and saw him swallow and his Adam's apple bob in his throat. Her plan was in motion.
After Shankar had gone to bed, Meena made sufficient noise in the dressing room. She wasn't sure if Raja was watching her through the holes in his room. But she wanted him to know. She took her time, removing her clothes one by one. Then she spent a few seconds fully naked. And then put on just her nightie that covered her from neck to little above her ankles. It was a bit tight around her breasts and hips and buttocks. Once outside the room, she unbuttoned two of the three buttons on the front flap of her gown.
Meena noticed Raja's eyes dart to the opening in the front of her nightie. She was sure the supple tops of her big breasts were visible. And if Raja tried hard, he might even glimpse one of her dark areola and nipples.
Meena said,"Raja, I know you want to go to the science college and study to be a doctor. But why are you insisting on going with appa and your annas to the Army college? You are so much better than that. You are smart. You are brilliant. Everyone knows that. You will have a better life than that of a soldier. What Mahesh and Ramesh and appa talk about sound interesting now. But is it really your future? Think about it. I know you don't want that life!"
Raja was still squinting at his mother's chest. But he looked up at her and said, "I know. I know, amma. But..but.. How can I tell appa this. They will make fun of me. They will think I am a sissy, a coward, for not wanting to be an army ...."
Meena interrupted, "No, Raja. You are not a coward. You are smart and intelligent. So make the smart and intelligent choice!"
Raja stammered, "I..I...cannot..don't...know how to..how to..say..no to appa?. I am scared to..to say anything!"
It was time. Meena said, "Raja, they think you are still a little boy. They think you can be pushed around and made to do things they want. But are you? Are you still a little boy, or are you a man, huh?"
Raja whispered, "No, amma. I am not a little boy..."
Raja had only his shorts on as he was prepared for bed. His bare upper body was muscular, his biceps bulged at the right places, the pecs on his chest were ripped, and his abs were hard and straight - all thanks to years of exercise and yoga he had done quietly in his home. Meena noticed all this from the corner of her eyes. She also noticed that Raja had resumed searching, probing the front of her dress. She was now sure both her tits were visible.
She leaned forward and the flaps of her front opened further. The nightie tightened around her waist and her thick, prominent thighs were clearly outlined. Raja took a quick look down at his amma legs and then back up at her, as she said, "Look at yourself, Raja. So tall. So handsome, so strong!"
Reja said, "Yes.. yes.. amma..I.. I...can beat any of them easily..I am sure.. I am strong."
He stopped. His amma's hands were on him!
"You are my strong son. All muscled. Such a body," Meena whispered. She ran her palm on her son's shoulders and then down to his chest. Her fingers flicked past his nipples and she could see they were already erect. Then on to his stomach, and pressed on his tight muscles.. She knew she had the desired effect on him. She took her hand away and whispered, "Yes, you are no longer a boy. Look at you. You are already a man. Ready to do manly things. Are you ready, my son? Huh?"
Raja was breathing hard. "Ye...yes..amma.. I.. am..can..a man..." He gasped as Meena touched him again. She could see the prominent protrusion rising in his shorts. She placed her hands on it.
Raja hissed, "Aiyoh amma! Whaaaat..."
Meena felt her son's hard member through the flimsy material of his night shorts. She said, softly, "See Raja? I told you. You are no longer a boy. You are a man now. You know what a man can do, yes. I know you do!"
Raja was dumbstruck and was rendered motionless. He gaped and Meena could see his eye bulging even in the darkness as she pushed the top of his shorts down. His thick penis jerked upright. The smell of pre-cum filled the still air between them. She could sense his thick member jerking and throbbing.
"Amma..ammma, " Raja whimpered softly. Meena pushed him down on the bed and he lay down without a protest.
Meena steeled herself. She had to do this. There was no other choice. She had to show Raja what it meant to be a man.
She did not hesitate. She got up and straddled his torso, and at the same time raised her nightgown up to her waist. She hovered for a moment before she took Raja's cock in her hand. It was just for a moment but she was struck by how thick, hot, hard and long it was! Throbbing like an engine in a motorcycle!
Raja let out, "Ammmmmmaaaaaa, aaaaaah...!" No one had touched his cock ever before. His mother was the first one to palm and cover his erect dick.
Meena whispered, softly, "Shhh, shhhhh, my son...no noise...appa might wake up!"
In one swift moment, Meena directed her son's cock to the entrance of her pussy. She had lubricated herself before coming to Raja's room, but it wouldn't have been necessary. Within seconds of sitting with Raja, Meena felt herself creaming. She pushed down on Raja's stiff member and it slid smoothly into her. Raja was a virgin no more. He was a motherfucker!
Meena had never used this position with Shankar. It was always him on top of her in bed. For a few seconds it felt glorious. This thick, warm, pole of muscle inside her. The walls of her cunt grasped the entire length of his cock. Then she stopped and turned her attention to her son.
Raja was grunting and moaning and screaming softly under her. "Ahhh, amma, aiyoh.. Aaahh, so good,,ahhh," He grabbed her fleshy waist and grunted, "oooh.. amma..ammaaa...fuck,,,!"
Meena was sure Raja had watched porn and knew what was to be done, but now he was unable to move. She took the initiative. She slowly rose until just his cock head was inside her and then dropped on Raja softly down again. She repeated this a few times.
Meena could see that Raja was delirious with pleasure. He kept repeating "Ah. ah..ah....amma,.ammmma," in tune with her thrusts.
All of a sudden Raja gasped and said, "No.. no.. wait.. Wait.. amma, wait!" He was close to finishing but didn't want to. Meena was surprised, but she became still. The two of them were quiet for a while until Raja subsided. Meena looked at Raja. He had his eyes closed, breathing heavily, his chest rising and falling. Meena was breathing hard as well. The enormity of what she had done had not yet hit her. She just wanted to finish this quickly, and move on to the next part of her plan.
Then suddenly Raja grabbed her waist and held her tightly. His fingers dug into the flesh and hurt her and she gasped, "Oh,, ah, Raja..!" But by then Raja was thrusting up into her. Before Meena could realize what he was doing, his pace increased and he grunted in unison with his thrusts, which were getting harder and harder. She almost fell off of him as he went almost out of control. Then with a mighty heave and thrust up into his mother, he grunted, "Ooooh.. Ahhhhh.. Aiyohhhhh," and became still.
Meena felt his cock explode inside her. His cock pulsed against the walls of her cunt as it pumped his cum up into her. She placed her hands on the bed beside him and felt the throbbing of his cock. Raja still had a vise-like grip on the roll of fat on her waist, but she didn't care. She was absorbing the fact that her son had just ejaculated inside her!
When Their breathing subsided, Meena rose and Raja's dick slipped out of her. She waited for a bit until his cum dribbled out slowly from her. They lay panting and gasping side by side.
Meena closed her eyes. Only then the essence of what she had done hit her. Oh God! What a sinner she was. She seduced her own son! She made him a motherfucker! She would surely go to hell for this! Why had she done this? Why Why?
Aiyoh, was there no other way? No. She told herself that this was the only way to convince her son. To make him believe he could go against his father, That he was not a boy to be dictated to and ordered around anymore. What else could she have done? No amount of talking or cajoling had made a difference. She did not want him to make an irreversible decision, though she realized that what she had done - what they had done together - was also irreversible.
She was shaken from her thoughts when Raja stirred next to her. He turned and placed his arm around her and said, "Aiyoh..amma..did..did we do something bad? I am scared..."
She patted his arm and said, "No, no, My son. I wanted you to do it. It was not a mistake. You are a man. Not a small boy anymore. Remember that! No one can push you around like a dummy. Not your appa. Not your annas. Not anybody. Okay? Your Amma will always be there with you, for you, OK? I love you. I wanted this for you. But Raja, no one should know about this. No one! Understand?"
Raja whispered, "OK, amma, OK. This will be our secret.. No one will know.I promise!"
They lay like that for a long time. It was still too dark outside, and Meena had some time before heading back to her room. Then she felt Raja moving next to her once again. She had dozed off! Raja was standing beside the bed. She opened her eyes fully and realized that he was completely naked! And she involuntarily looked down at his crotch and saw he had an erection!
"Amma..I..want..to do..it again..amma," He whispered.
Before she could say anything, he fell down next to her and grabbed her nightgown and pushed it up. He dragged it above her belly and chest and squealed like a child, "amma.. amma,, I want to be your baby once again.. Yes let me..ahh aah..yes....yes!" he said softly as he exposed her enormous breasts." She was in shock and could move as she saw her son's mouth latch on to her nipple. Raja sucked hard on it. Then he licked the entire area and slathred her tit with his spit. Incredibly, in just those few seconds, Meena's nipples hardened to stones. Raja realized this too and he squeezed firm mounds as he nipped and bit and sucked on them, going from one tit to the other, grunting, moaning in pleasure and satisfaction.
Meena gasped, "Aiyoh, Raja, wait.,what..." But she could not finish. Raja had his hands at her hairy crotch and his fingers were pushing and probing until they found her hole and he inserted his index finger into her, hard. This made her take a sharp breath and gasp once more. She was careful to not make a loud noise, and she put her hand on Raja's wrist as he pumped his fingers in and out of her. Meena could feel his enormous, thick, hot penis against her thighs. Raja was grinding his cock on her thigh as he fingered her and sucked on her nipples simultaneously. Meena was once again shocked into silence and became still. She felt herself creaming once again, and Raja's fingers made a squish-squish sound as he pushed and pulled.
Suddenly, Raja stopped and got up and stood beside the bed, and in a swift motion, he grabbed his mothers legs. He turned her and pulled her to the side of the bed and used his powerful arms to spread her legs. Meena's ass cheeks were at the edge of the bed, her massive thighs were parted and supported by Raja's hand under her knees and he pushed his thick, hard, cock forward. It hit Meena's crotch and the hairs there pricked him like a thousand pins. "Ahh.. haaaa," he gasped. He let go of one of Meena's legs, and got a hold of his penis and directed it into his mother's cunt area until his cock head felt the moist, wet, warm opening. He slammed into her and it almost took her breath away. He then put his palms on he back of her thighs and pressed them down and fucked her. His strokes were hard and long. He slammed into her, making a thwack-thwack sound as their bodies came together. He was profusely sweating already and drops of perspiration fell like rain on Meena.
Meena was amazed and in shock at the ferocity with which he son fucked her. Even this position was new to her. Obviously Raja was enacting something he had watched in porn. She could feel his penis. It was longer, harder and thicker than her husband's definitely. It stretched her cunt walls in all directions. Raja was grunting like a maniac, like an animal possessed as he pummeled her. Meena was speechless. She couldn't breathe. She gasped and grunted at each of Raja's strokes.
Then just as suddenly, he pushed her back on the bed and joined her. He parted her legs roughly and this time guided his penis with his hand into her cunt. He found her opening easily and his dick slid into her effortlessly and smoothly as the cream from his mother's hole lubricated and guided him. He grabbed her legs and raised them and placed them on his shoulders. Then he put his hands under her and pulled her chest onto him. And he rammed her harder than before. Both of them were grunting and moaning with each thrust. Raja was like a raging bull, panting and huffing and puffing and breathing fire through his nose onto her. He dug his face into her neck and she felt his spit on her, wet and slathering.
Many trains of thoughts ran through Meena's mind.
Incredibly, she was glad that the ceiling fan in her bedroom with Shankar was noisy and it surely would prevent him from hearing the sounds that Raja and she were making.
Secondly, she was only aware of the thick pole of muscle pistoning in and out of her. It felt sooo goood! She did not care who it was inside and on top of her. All she could think of was that she was nearing her climax. A few more minutes and she would be right there. Aiyoh! Amma! She had never experienced an orgasm during sex. This was going to be so glorious. The dick inside her pussy was so nice and hard and hot and long and thick. She was creaming profusely and it should have made it easy for whoever was fucking her. But he was still struggling and moaning and enjoying the sensation of his cock in her. She almost said it out loud, but the words were still in her head, "Come on, come on, take me, do me like you want to. Hard..harder...harderrr!!
Then she realized it was her son who was inside her, on top of her, fucking her. "Yes, yes..yes," she whispered breathlessly in his ear. She was helpless as the words came out of her mouth, uncontrollably. "Take me, son. Do you like it, huh..huh...Raja..my strong, big son..do you like it...amma is there for you..son..come on...do it..don't finish..hard, hard-errr, more more..ah..ah..ahh!" She yanked his head by pulling on his hair, cupped one of her tits and gave it to him. "Suck me, son. Be my baby once again..drink my milk...yes.. Ah ahhhhh....," she screamed softly as Raja bit into her nipple and almost drew blood.
After a few minutes of this Raja rose on his hands and heaved and slammed into his mother, hard, harder than she had ever experienced, and became still. Meena was not at her climax, but Raja had reached the point of no return, His cock once again opened up inside her and for the second time that night his semen erupted from his dick hole as he emptied his balls into his mother. Meena could feel drops of hot jism fall on her womb.
They were so breathless after this that they almost couldn't breathe. They slumped back on the bed, exhausted and drained of energy. Meena had never experienced anything like this with Shankar, ever. Even when they were newly married and were copulating like rabbits. Never. Her son was an animal, a rabid dog, a stud stallion.
Meena had to wait for a long, long time before she could find the strength to get up and walk out of Raja's room. Her thighs and belly were sticky from her juices, his cum and their sweat. She ached from head to toe from the punishment she received. But it hurt so good!! Amma!!
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At the end it all was anticlimactic.
When Raja announced to his father and two brothers that he was not going to join the army, it was met with a stunned silence. Then the chaos started. There was a lot of shouting, cursing, and banging of the table. Throughout it all, Raja stood firm. He resisted the temptation to shout back. He explained clearly why he wanted to go to the Science college and not the army. He sounded very convincing. In their hearts, though, Shankar and his two older sons knew that what Raja was doing was probably right. After all, he was the brainiest and smartest in the family, and also among all the boys in the colony and school. He probably was not a good fit anyway. There was no point in pushing him to do something he did not want.
Shankar finally said, "Ok, son. If that's what you want, do it. Go ahead. I am sorry that you will not follow in my footsteps like your brothers. But so be it. Good luck. I will support you in all you do."
And that was that. Meena was so proud of Raja. Her heart ballooned with pride.
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Meena was in the dressing room putting away some of the clothes when Raja rushed in and hugged her.
He was breathless, "Aiyoh, amma. They have all gone. We have two days. Just the two of us. Come on, amma. I want to do it!!"
Meena could feel his turgid penis against her thighs. She was afraid of this. It was almost three days since their encounter in Raja's room, and she knew Raja was becoming restless, and like a hunting animal who had smelled blood.
"No! Raja, No," She hissed."Not until you have gone to college. I told you before. You need to be patient!"
"Ahhh, amma! It is two months away. Don't let me wait until then!" Raja exclaimed in protest.
"Raja," Meena said, softly. "What we did is not right. A mother and son should not have done that. It is my fault. But what is done is done. I don't want you going about saying this aloud. You have to be patient, understand? I will.. We will.. Do...it, but only after you go to college. Okay? Now go away. Don't even think about it. Be patient. Two months is not that long."
"But, amma!" Raja whined. "I promise..I will..I will go there.. I will do what you want me to. But please..please.and..and what to do about this?" He said, and pulled down his shorts.
His big, erect, penis jerked upwards and outwards, from his torso and swayed in the space between them. She almost swooned as the smell of a man's cock wafted up to her nose.
Meena was shocked, "Hey! Raja...what..what are you..doing??" she shrieked, and jumped away from him. But she couldn't take her eyes away from the huge, thick piece of flesh in Raja's palm. It was big, thick, black and veiny. And the dark purple head was shiny and tight and the foreskin was pulled back. Raja fisted his cock and started jerking it up and down. Meena saw how smoothly the skin flowed over the taut muscle underneath it. Raja undressed and was completely naked in seconds.
"Ahhh, aahh, aahh," Raja groaned as he started stroking his penis. "I cannot help it, amma. I have to..aahh..aahh, come amma, come.....take it in your hand, " He reached for Meena's hand but she pulled away, but couldn't tear her eyes away from the image of her son fisting and masturbating just a few feet from her. She couldn't miss his reflection in the mirror which showed his back side and she could see his testicles swaying between his thighs, the crack between his ass cheeks all black and hairy.
"Stop it, Raja, Stop it," she hissed, though she wished he would continue till the end. She knew very well what was there when he finished. She had done this a thousand times with Shankar, when he couldn't control himself, on days when she had her period.
"No, amma, I can;t..aahh, aahh.." Raja continued stroking his swollen penis and pointed it in her direction.
"Raja!" Meena exclaimed. "No. No. No!!" Raja had grabbed her wrist and he pulled it towards his thick penis. He was strong and Meena found her resistance fading. "Ok. OK.. I will. I will..only if you promise..."
:"Yes, yes, oh..oh..amma..yes.. I will promise anything.aaahhh, ahhhh, so gooood!" Raja groaned as Meena's fingers wound around her son's penis.
She was amazed. It was so thick! So hard and long! So hot and heavy! So tight! So much better than her husband's. Aiyoh, amma. Any girl who would take it inside her would die, for sure. Then she realized she herself had taken it inside her own body. It had felt so nice and good and filling and warm!"Raja, ok. Promise me you will enroll in college and.."
"Yes..yes.. A thousand times yes, amma. Take it..aahh aahh," He said and thrusted his dick into his amma palm.
"Raja, my son," Meena whispered, as she started stroking her son, slowly. She couldn't believe she was doing this. And she couldn't believe the warmth and coolness together at her groin. She had started to cream and could feel the liquid seeping between her lips. Aiyoh! What was she doing!!
Then she said, firmly, "Raja, you are a dirty little boy. I know your secrets!" She stopped jerking and she said, "I know about the panties.My Panties! You annis' panties. You are a dirty little pervert! That's what you are!"
"Aiyoh, amma, aah,. No.. no I..I was..was..I..didn't.. know.. Aahh..aahh. But amma I was young..I couldn't...help...please..please don't stop!"
Meena said, a little harsher this time, "Raja, and I know about the holes in the wall also, you dirty little rascal..you pervert!!
"Oohhh, no.. you know about that also?" Raja whined.
"Yes. Yes. Now, tell me what you saw through those holes, " Meena hissed. "You saw me didn't you. You spied on your amma. You spied on the wives of your brothers, and all the women and girls that come to our house. Say it! Yes? "
"Aahh,,yes, yes.. Amma. I did.. I was small.. young..I was just looking...please don't squeeze.. Aah it hurts.."
Meena didn't realize she was pressing hard. She relaxed her grip. "What did you see? Tell me. Tell me! " She almost yelled.
"Okay. Okay..yes.. I saw you amma..no clothes..anni also..both of them. And..and a lot of others...I saw you, amma..aiyoh, how can I say...you..you were...using..your hands..and and fingers..ahhh..it was so nice..so goood to see you. My annis too..both of them,,,they did...also hands and fingers!" Raja became harder than ever before, thinking and recalling what he saw. He pulled his dick away from Meena's grasp and he started masturbating furiously.
"And..and," he continued as if in a trance. Words came out of him, garbled and mixed. Meena looked on, fascinated, as her son guided her hand on his cock, up and down, up and down, in long smooth strokes. She was breathing hard and she could hear it loud and clear in the room. Along with Raja's gasps, and groans, and moans. The aroma of sex and the smell of his cock and precum filled the small room. "Ahhh...you and appa..two..three times...he fucked you..in.this room..right here amma! I saw you take his..his thing in your mouth..I can see it clearly, aahh aahh! His is so small amma..mine is a thousand times bigger..I can't wait for you to take it in ...your mouth.,in all your holes! I want to put it.. I will put in front, your back, your mouth..aiyoh..it will be sooo goood" Raja's other hand was now on his mothers backside. Meena felt him pressing hard and he dragged his fingers down her crack and poked and probed.
"Raja!" she screamed softly. "No. No! You are so dirty minded. But If you want us to do it, you need to promise me all this. You will go to college. You will stop those things with panties. And you will stop spying on women from today. Say it. Promise me..and..and..I will do what you want. But only after you show that you can do all these. Understood? "
Raja was in the throes of his pleasure. He just murmured and something garbled came out of his mouth. Meena shouted in his ear, causing him to jerk back. "Understood?? Promise me this, now, Raja!!"
"Yes, Yes. amma, I promise. I will.. I will burn all those panties. I will block the holes. I will go to college like you said.. Yes..yes...but please..please..do this..this," He grabbed her hand once again and she reluctantly let him lead it to his throbbing cock.
Meena was amazed and stared in fascination and wonder at the size of his manhood. She was acutely aware of the moisture dribbling down the inside of her crotch. She was sure her panties were wet and that the smell was everywhere.
Raja took away his hands and rested one on his back and with the other he fondled his mothers ass. This palm felt her round cheeks, her crack, then up to the exposed fat on her waist. He crouched and pushed his cock further up and out.
They both looked at their reflection in the mirror. Meena's wrist rotating and sliding on Raja's muscle. She now wanted to give her son as much pleasure as he wished. Gone were the thoughts of morality, incest, sin, godliness and the rest from her brain. She worked her hands slowly and firmly and heard Raja's moan in sync with her hands. Just the rhythmic sounds of the few gold bangles on her hand jingling, with her hot breath and Raja hissing "ah..amma..amma..amma..aaahhhh" It was delirious
Then at last he was there. He just gave a muffled gasp and Meena took her hand away and Raja stroked himself to ejaculate. It was as if a fountain had opened up. Stream after stream of heavy, whitish liquid erupted from his penis and rocketed across the room and splashed on the mirror. Raja jerked back with each spurt and gasped.
Meena looked on in horror. She realized she had her hand to her open mouth and was gaping at a spectacle she had never seen before, one she never thought would see in a million years. And her son's cum drenched the entire lower half of the mirror, obscuring their reflection,
She braced herself against the wall for support and Raja's spurts subsided and he too leaned on the wall, exhausted and spent.
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Meena knew fully well that she wouldn't be able to keep Raja away from her, what with no else being in the house. What followed was debauchery of a kind she had never experienced or even imagined she would experience. Raja was like an animal possessed. He had a very dirty mind and she could only reason that it was all because of all the porn he watched.
Meena let him have his way with her. He rolled her this way and that, using her like a ragged doll. The positions he used while fucking was downright obscene. He placed his mouth and hands and dick on all parts of her body. He licked and bit and sucked the fleshy mounds of her tits. She screamed in shock the first time he licked her down there, burrowing his tongue into the forest of her thick cunt hairs and locating and lapping her pussy lips.
She secretly delighted in the way she made him feel. To see how someone enjoyed her and her body without reservations. But she did not cross the line, at least not during those two days. She refused to pleasure him orally. And when he turned her over and parted her ass cheeks to poke her asshole, first with his fingers and then tried it with his penis, she turned around and slapped him hard and said, "No! Raja, No..That's sick!!!"
Meena had never reached orgasm with Shankar. The first time she felt her orgasm hit her was when Raja had latched his mouth on her pussy mound and was sucking her hard knob and fingering her cunt hole with two of his fingers. She creamed profusely, like she had never done before and secretions flowed out of her like an uncontrollable stream and Raja licked and sucked every drop of it. She held on to her son, wrapped her thick thich around his head as yet unknown waves of release rolled over her, making her rumble and shake and groan, delirious with pleasure.
Meena was amazed by Raja's stamina and strength and his virility. They hardly slept the first night. Raja's antics continued unabated. He managed to make Meena reach her climax five times that night and he himself ejaculated into her three times.
They got up late and continued their sexual journey even as the bright afternoon sun poured through the window curtains. They were aware of the sounds of the street, the hustle and bustle of busy people up and down the road, but paid no attention. They were focussed on the time they had together. And only each other. By the time they realized they had to stop, both of them were sticky with sweat, spit and their sexual juices. And in the evening, before the other men of the family returned from their trip, they bathed together and cleaned each other.
Meena had prepared a sumptuous dinner for the men, who were as hungry as wolves. All of them sang Meena's praises, none louder than Raja, as they dug into the hot, spice laden, authentic South Indian dinner.