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Consoling in strange circumstances
_____Consoling friend's grieving mother_____
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.
_____Consoling friend's grieving mother_____
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.
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