Incest/Taboo Raja and Meena and the Rebels

Raja and Meena versus the Rebels

Another mother-son story. A lot of incestuous sex. Some attempted forced sex. Readers who may be offended by this should look elsewhere. The storyline may perhaps be a bit repetitive. But there's only so much imagination in the author's head. Hope the readers like this. Comments are welcome.

Legend:

Amma: Mother

Appa: Father

Somewhere in the mountainous hinterland of South India. The mountains are filled with rebels who are resisting the government's effort to modernize the area and to exploit the region's natural resources.

The rebels were in need of able bodied men in their fight against the government in this remote part of the hinterland in the dry, barren hills of South India. It was easy to round up the men and boys in villages as the houses were all close by. But in the surrounding hills and mountains, the huts and homes of the people were far flung and it made it difficult to search. And most of the hill people were government sympathizers, and so were not helping the rebels anyway, and did not give up their menfolk easily. People were very afraid of the rebels. Most of the men they took away never returned, having been either arrested by the government or killed in some meaningless encounters with the police.

Meena had heard the news about the rebel's roundup during her weekly trip to the makeshift marketplace at the foothills. She was very scared. She had lost an older son and a son-in-law to this senseless war. Her stupid husband was supporting the rebels, and made occasional short trips back home to give her essentials and some money.

Fortunately, the family had planned well ahead and her younger son, Raja, who now was almost twenty-three years old, had somehow escaped this god forsaken place a few years ago and had gone to the nearest city to work and then made his way further south where the people were friendly and the government was kind and public minded and the war was so far behind him that it was a distant memory. But Raja used to come about once a year to visit her, making sure he was hidden from the rebels, and particularly his father.

Just two days earlier, Raja had returned home, sneaking through the jungles and mountains at night to avoid being seen by the ever present rebel army patrols. Needless to say, Meena was overjoyed. But she was scared and terrified that someone might have seen him coming or even see him at her house. Fortunately the ramshackle houses that were in the area were far flung and hidden by heavily wooded jungle and hills, so much so that even the neighbors would not be able to see him.

But the timing this time was very bad. The rebels were making their roundup once more and they were combing the hills and were coming closer by the day. It would be difficult to hide Raja from them.

They say that boys stop growing at a certain age. But Meena kept seeing changes in Raja each year he came visiting. He looked to be growing taller, smarter, more muscular and overall more attractive and handsome with each passing year. Now, he was nearing twenty-five, and just the other day, she happened to look out from her kitchen and her eyes fell on him bathing. Men didn't care where they bathed, and he was in the area of the courtyard where the sun beat down. His body glistened. The rays of the sun reflected off the soap bubbles and water droplets and his whole upper body seemed to be golden and smooth and oily, like a bodybuilder. Meena couldn't take her eyes off him and stared at him for a long, long time. There was no one to stop or judge her. She watched as Raja finished his shower and toweled himself dry. But he turned his back when it was time for him to remove his wet underwear and dry his torso. He covered himself with his towel, but not before Meena had a nice, long look at his well formed buttocks, and the outline of his sack between his thighs. She blushed but continued to watch as he took the hot oil she had kept for him and spread it on his body, head to toe. He was as hairless as a baby. The muscles on his forearms, thighs and legs rippled like a tight steel wire as he moved this way and that. God! He was an adonis!, Meena thought.

Raja had recounted his journey to her as they sat in the darkness in the middle of the night. It had taken him ten days to make the trip. Always traveling at night, keeping a low profile. And yes, he was married to a nice girl and recently had a baby boy. They talked through the night and she listened to him wide-eyed as he told stories of the far away mega city that he now lived in.

The wild hare in the hills were a particular favorite of Raja's. He told his mother that he would go hunt for them very early in the morning.

Meena said,"Be careful, Raja. Someone might see you!"

Raja said, "Don't worry, amma. I will be careful not to be seen. I know the way, I have done it a thousand times before, you know that. I will go early and come back soon. I know the hunting grounds are far, but I will be careful. I will also be using my bow and arrow, so I will not make any noise."

Early in the morning, when it was still very dark outside, Raja went out on his hunt. He was lucky. He got not one, but two after a while. He could almost taste the succulent liver and heart of the rabbits, soft and tasty, cooked by his amma.

When he returned home it was getting a bit brighter. As he neared the backyard of his house, he suddenly froze. Someone was already there! He heard voices of a man and a woman, and he recognized his father's and mother's voices.

Raja knew of a hiding place not known to anyone else but him. He shimmied up a large tree and he quickly went to a portion high up where a number of branches intersected. He had set up a resting place there with blankets and cushions, and he lay there trying to calm himself as he peered into the courtyard at the back of his house.

His amma was the first to come out. She went to the plants that bordered their courtyard and started picking some herbs and vegetables. His father followed her close behind and continued talking and chatting with her. He obviously wanted something from her, and Raja could see from her actions that she was refusing to give him what he wanted. Raja wasn't sure what it was.

Suddenly, his appa grabbed his amma from behind. He put his arms around her waist and held her immobile. He then started thrusting his torso into her. He was simulating the act of sex. Raja understood! His father wanted to fuck, and his amma was refusing to give in.

Then just as suddenly, his appa grabbed his amma, and turned her around, and in a flash pushed her to her knees. He hurriedly untied the lungi he was wearing and pushed his inner shorts down, all the while holding his wife down with one hand.

Then Raja saw his father's cock come into view. It was erect and jutting out at an angle. His appa thrust his torso forward, his cock banging into amma's face. He saw his amma protesting and refusing, moving her head this way and that. But his appa was not to be denied. Finally his amma gave in.

Raja gaped as his amma opened her mouth, and his appa thrust his thick dick into it. His appa grabbed his amma's head with both hands and fucked her mouth like it was a rag doll. Amma held onto his thighs for support. His appa's head was down, looking at his wife as she sucked his cock. Raja too looked down at his amma's face. Her mouth was a big 'O' as she let the thick manhood in and out of it. She took one hand and placed it on the thick dick and fisted and rotated her hand on the shaft as she sucked at the head of her man's cock. Raja could clearly see her tongue as she lapped at the sides and under his appa's cock. It seemed to him that she had done this a thousand times before. After about a minute, his appa pulled his cock out of amma's mouth, grabbed it and lifted it out of the way and offered his balls to her. He saw his mother open her mouth once more and take his father's balls in. One at a time. She sucked and sucked each one until his appa was satisfied.

He saw his amma get up and pull up her sari and petticoat. Raja gasped as he caught sight of his mothers private area. Her crotch was a thick, hairy triangle. She turned slowly and offered her backside to his appa. Her wide smooth ass and ass cheeks and the crack between them were clearly visible to Raja. His appa grabbed his erect dick with one hand and with the other he parted his her ass cheeks and located her cunt with his dick and pushed in. Raja saw his amma's grimace and realized that appa's cock had entered her cunt.

Within a minute, appa's strokes into amma became regular. He grabbed on to her waist as he bent and thrust up into her pussy. Amma had her hands on the wall, supporting herself from falling as her husband thrust lustfully and uncontrollably into her.

Raja was stunned into immobility. He stared at his parents as they fucked, right there in front of him. He had never imagined he would be seeing this, never even thought about his parents having sex, no less in broad daylight, in the open.

Raja was flabbergasted. Not only at witnessing the scene in front of him, but at the reaction by his body. He had a painful hardon, pressing into his clothes. He couldn't help it. His hand went to his cock automatically and he freed it from his clothes. And he subconsciously started stroking his cock. In tune with his appa's ramming into his amma. Stroking slowly as his appa slowed down, stroking faster as his appa increased the speed of his thrusts.

Raja loved asses. He gaped at his amma's ass cheeks as they were roughly manhandled by his appa. Fucking from the backside in the doggie poistion was his favorite. That way he could see the woman's ass, spread the cheeks and look at her asshole, spit on it and spread the wetness using his thumb. Now, his appa was doing exactly that to his mother. He saw the expression on his amma's face as his appa inserted a finger into her asshole. She tried to slap his hand away but appa just continued fucking her with his cock in her cunt and his finger in her ass.

Then suddenly Raja imagined himself in his appa's place. He couldn't explain his reaction. Why was he imagining it? Did he just want to fuck somebody? And his body responded to seeing a couple fucking, even though they were his parents? He suddenly realized he had not had sex in a while. His wife refused to fuck since about the fifth month of her pregnancy. And then it stopped altogether after she gave birth. So it was like what, six or seven months since he was inside a woman. Was he so desperate thet he wanted to fuck his amma?

Yes! He just wanted to fuck, have his cock in a cunt, ram into female flesh, satisfy his sexual hunger. And his amma was the one. It was he, who was fucking his amma. He was holding her bunched clothes around her hips. It was his cock that was going in and out of his amma's cunt, his cock covered with his amma's juices.His fingers in her stinking asshole! He was not hurting her. He was giving her enjoyment. The noises coming out of her were moans of pleasure and lust!!

His appa grabbed his amma's ass and rammed into her rapidly. Raja could see the expression on his amma's face as she accepted her husband's rough treatment. Her mouth was twisted in agony and pain.

He watched as his appa reached his climax. His thrusts became harder and harder and came in very quick succession and with a mighty heave he thrust into Meena once, twice, and then flopped on her back.

Raja could not help himself. He stroked himself rapidly to ejaculation. His semen spewed out in long, rapid streams and fell on the ground. Images of his cock erupting inside a cunt, his amma's cunt, flashed into his mind. He cock was embedded deep into her hairy hole! Raja willed himself to be quiet, trying to not make any noise, not to alert his parents of his presence.

Meena pushed her husband away and put the pallu of her sari between her thighs and wiped her crotch. Raja got another quick glimpse of the hairy area between her thighs, and then his amma quickly adjusted her clothes and turned and walked back into the house.

Raja waited for a while. He wanted his father to leave, but he showed no sign of it. So he made his way down to the house.

His appa was surprised to see him. "Aha, Raja. So, you are here. Come to see your amma, I see. How are you? Oh! You went hunting! OK, Ok, Meena, come here, woman! Cook this," He kept prattling, as he grabbed the Hare from Raja and handed it to Meena.

Raja looked at his amma. She still had the glow of sex on her face, even if she hadn't enjoyed it (Raja was skeptical, he still thought she had enjoyed the rough sex). She did not meet Raja's eyes, and took the dead animals from Raja, and went to the small kitchen to prepare to cook.

"Aiyoh!" she thought. "I forgot about Raja! What if he had seen her and her husband in the courtyard?" She looked at Raja and he had this sheepish look on his face. She was a mother after all, and she knew what it meant. Raja must definitely have seen them fucking!

The three of them sat down to have an early lunch. The food was really delicious and Raja and his appa heaped praise on Meena profusely and frequently. His appa left soon after.

Raja took a long nap as his amma went about doing her work at home. She kept looking at Raja, as he lay on the mat on the bare floor, naked , except for his shorts. She admired his hairless, smooth, oily chest and skin and muscled thighs and shapely ankles. Her gaze brushed past his crotch, and then as if she missed something, her eyes went back up his thighs to the "V" between them. Her eyes lingered there a bit and then on the six-pack at his abdomen. She blushed as she realized she was ogling her son, and imagining all sorts of things with him. She thought about how she had bathed him as a child, even as a young boy. She wondered if he would let her do that now, and she laughed at herself for thinking that. It was quiet all around.

Suddenly, the whole world erupted.

The two wild dogs they had adopted, started howling. It could only mean one thing - There were unknown people approaching!

"Raja!" Meena whispered loudly. "The rebels are coming! Run, Raja, run. Run away and don't come back. Whatever happens, please..."

"No, Amma, No!" Raja replied, "I will stay and fight..!"

"No! Raja! Think of your family. You child and wife, What will happen to them if you go with the rebels. Think, Raja, think. Go and hide! Forget about me. Whatever happens, DO NOT come back!"

Raja went out quickly through the back door. He went up the tree once more and hid in his favorite spot, and peeped into his house.

There were three men. One was his appa. Fuck! Raja thought to himself. He shouldn't have trusted him. He was the one who brought the rebels home. His own father wanted to give him up!! Why?

As he looked into the courtyard, it became clear to him. His appa looked drunk and under the influence of drugs. Of course! Those bastards drugged his appa and forced him to give up his son.

"Hey, Kannappa!" One of the men shouted, "Where the fuck is your son? You said he was here. The chief wants him. We want him. He knows how to operate the radio and wireless. Where the fuck is he?!"

His appa answered something incoherently. This infuriated the men even more, and one of them stepped up and slapped him. "Motherfucker, you son of a whore, bastard! You cheated us. You took drugs and money from us. And now you fucking cheated us!"

"No, no, no, " His appa replied.

"Aha!" The first man said. "If you can't give us your son, we can take something else .. we will take something else. Eh!"

It didn't make sense to Raja, or to his appa. His father looked at the men without understanding. Then it all became clear to all of them.

One of the men went inside the house. And Raja stared in stupefaction as his amma was dragged out of the house. She was shouting and complaining and flaying her hands, but the man had her by her hair and pulled and pushed her to the ground. Raja heard the thud as she landed heavily.

His amma was screaming and crying. His father was waving his hands and shouting, "No, no, no.." But he couldn't do anything. He rushed in and held the hands of one of the men, but the other just stepped in and laid a whack on the side of his head and Raja saw his father stagger and stumble and fall against a wall, and crumple and fall to the floor. Raja knew his father was beaten unconscious.

Raja's attention was then drawn to the men and his amma. She was still struggling and fighting off the men, but they all knew it was a lost cause. Raja steeled himself to be immobile and quiet. He could not, would not rush in. At least not now. He was no match for the two men. He could have taken them one on one. But not two together.

The two men leered and laughed at Meena. They let go of her, but kept pushing her down as she tried to get up. Meanwhile, each of the men took off his clothes. The two men were now completely naked. They were mean and lean and muscular and strong and had tattoos on their arms and thighs. They laughed and handled their manhood and stoked it. Raja saw that their cocks were immense. Long and hard. Black as coal.

Then they bent down and ripped at Meena's clothes. In a flash, gone were her sari and blouse. Her big, round , heavy tits were exposed and the men let out screams of joy as they kneaded and squeezed his amma's breasts.

Then one of the men held her hands above her head, and dipped his head and sucked her nipples. The other pushed her petticoat from around her ankles, up her legs and up to her waist. He put his hands under her and effortlessly lifted her body and pushed the clothes under her, and parted her thighs.

Raja could not help it. His eyes went to his amma's crotch. And for the second time that day, he saw the hairy triangle covering her pussy, between her legs where her thighs joined. The man put his hand on his amma's crotch and she let out a un-human scream. The man just laughed. Raja had seen enough. It was time for action.

The man between his amma's thighs reached down and placed his hands on his cock and directed to the opening of Meena's cunt, and Raja heard her loud peal of protest and disgust and anger. And the sneering laughter of the two men.

Meena cried out in horror as the man's thick distended cock made contact with her pussy.

But that was as far as he got.

The first arrow struck the man right in the front and middle of his throat. For an instant he was immobile. Blood from the wound erupted instantly and drenched Meena. In the next instant, the force of the impact threw him up and back and he landed in a heap a few feet away, completely still. Dead. With blood oozing from the hole in his neck. It was a single, clean, efficient blow.

The second man at Meena's head was stunned motionless. Instinctively he let go of her hands, and turned in the direction from which the arrow came.

The second arrow stuck him in exactly the same spot. The thump of the arrow piercing the man's throat and slicing his main artery was muffled. But the effect was the same. His blood spurted and landed on Meena's face and neck and chest. The man was thrown back a few feet and he landed on his back. Even in her state, Meena could hear the impact of his head on the hard floor and knew he would be dead.

She struggled to get up. Not understanding what had happened. Her clothes were tattered, her body bloody, her arms and legs hurting.

Then she saw Raja as he climbed over the low compound wall. She understood. She looked around. Two dead men. And her husband, probably close to dead as well.

As Raja walked towards her, he pulled some cloth that was hanging on the clothesline and gave it to her. Without saying a word, she covered her modesty.

Raja went to his father, who was still breathing. He slapped him a few times, and splashed water on his face till he became conscious. It only took him a minute to understand what had happened.

"Aiyoh, you killed them, you killed them! Aaah! What will they do to me.. Aiyoh! You killed them! We are all dead...."

It was Meena's turn to slap him now. She did, hitting him hard. Raja had never seen her so angry, or heard her say the words she now said.

She cursed her husband, "You, bastard, cock sucking, son of a whore. Ass licking, mother fucking pimp! You brought them here! You wanted them to take your son away, Ra*e your wife. You dung eating, piss drinking, low life! You are worried about them, eh, fuck you!" She spat on him, and his father cringed.

But Raja knew what had to be done. He said to his appa, "Come help me, then we can talk. I will deal with you later."

The pit they dug was just deep and wide enough for two bodies. They dropped the two dead men in it and his amma wordlessly poured kerosene on them, covered them with branches and twigs and lit the fire. The dry wood caught and within minutes the men were reduced to ashes. Raja would cover the pit with mud later.

Only then did Raja and Meena look at each other. They were both covered with mud, and blood and dirt and dry leaves. Their clothes were ripped and they were sweating profusely.

"Amma," Raja whispered, "We have to leave tonight. I know it will be dangerous, but staying here will not be safe either. As soon as it gets dark, we'll leave."

Meena looked at her son, and then at her husband who was lying down near the wall, crumpled and spent but still sobbing and crying incoherently. Then she said to Raja, "Yes, my son. We should leave this shit hole as soon as we can. Come, Raja, I will heat some water. You need to get clean!"

Meena was still in shock. She huddled in one corner of the courtyard, lost in thought, recounting in horror what had just happened. She was almost raped. And her son had saved her. But how? He killed two men. She had helped bury and burn ashes. She looked across at her husband. The sonofabitch was still mumbling incoherently and sobbing. She hurled abuses at him. Words she had never used before at him came pouring out of her mouth.

Then she looked at Raja who was in another dark corner of the courtyard, pouring water over himself, trying to clean away the mud and sweat and blood. What if there were more than two men? How could Raja have protected her? They would have overpowered him and killed him. No, they wanted him to work the wireless. So they would not have killed him. Hit him and hurt him badly for certain. And they would have raped her in front of him, surely, just as a punishment. Aiyoh, Raja would surely have seen what the men were about to do. She felt ashamed. She shuddered. But her son had protected her. Just as naturally as her bastard husband had betrayed her. She looked at Raja again. He was just in his underwear and it stuck to his buttocks, clearly outlining the crack between his two butt cheeks. Even in the semi darkness she could sense his muscles rippling and twisting and shining like steel ropes. He was trying to wipe away the dirt and blood from his back.

Raja too was lost in similar thoughts as he cleaned himself. What if there were more men. They would surely have killed him. Or maybe not. He heard that man say they wanted him for the radio. So no, they would have hurt him, broken a few bones but not killed him. And amma? They would have gang raped her in front of him for sure. And maybe even killed her after they had their way with her. Poor amma! His amma! Touched and molested by strangers, her privates fingered and sucked. Aiyoh! And he had seen it. He knew that his amma knew that he had seen what the men were about to do. Luckily, nothing had happened. He vowed to take his amma away. And then suddenly a totally different thought and words formed in his mind and he mouthed the words to himself "The only person to touch amma from now on forward would be me. Me, and no one else!"

Raja tried to reach all areas of his back to wipe away the mud. Then suddenly he froze. He heard his amma next to him. "Here, Raja, my son. Let me help. Your back is muddy and dirty." She already had the paste made of mud and forest herbs and oil they used as soap, in her hand. And before Raja could realize what was happening, his amma's hands were on him, spreading the soap on his back. Her hands kneaded his flesh, pressed on his shoulder bones, the back of his neck. Wiping up and down. And then her hands reached down to his hips. Her fingers lingered on his waist, squeezing and pinching. Then she poured water on his back and brushed away the mud-soap with her hands. She then bent down and lifted one of his legs and placed it on a stone ledge and proceeded to clean it. Her hands went over his feet, between toes, over his shapely ankles, and then up his shiny, muscled hairless thighs, outside and inside, as far up as she could possibly go. She then repeated the process with his other leg.

Both of them were aware of the growing bulge inside Raja's tiny underwear. Raja had closed his eyes, but his erection was painful. How could this be happening to him!?

Meena glanced at her son's crotch but did not say anything. Oh poor boy! Unable to control himself. She had bathed her husband numerous times. This was something women did, normal for a wife to rub down her man. And many times her husband had taken the opportunity to force her to use her hands on his cock. And sometimes he had forced her head down there, putting his manhood into her mouth, forcing it in and out, fucking her in the mouth, groaning and moaning in pleasure.

Raja had opened his eyes. And with a shock he realized that amma was wearing only her petticoat. She had tied it high up on her chest, like women did when they were bathing. But it could not hide the tops of her supple, soft tits. Her two breasts were tight together and the valley between them was deep. Raja gulped. And Meena instantly knew that Raja had seen her. Even in that dark corner of the courtyard, she saw his eyes flash.

Raja could not help himself. He mouthed words without thinking. "Amma, you..you too are dirty. Oh! Look at your beautiful hair. Used to be so shiny and black, now it's all dirty and messy and bloody. Your shoulders and back, all muddy and dirty. Let me, let me clean you also amma!"

Without thinking, Raja took the mud-soap and lathered his mother's hair. She bent forward to help him and he gingerly and gently ran his fingers through her hair. Then he soaped her exposed neck and shoulders and part of her back. Then he poured water on her, washing away the soap and dirt. He could not help noticing that her wet petticoat stuck to her ass, forming a wedgie between her cheeks. He knew she was not wearing anything else. Just the flimsy petticoat. He could sense the firm, smooth asscheeks beneath the cloth. He let out a soft yelp.

Meena had made up her mind. If this was what her son wanted she would give it to him. Her husband pimped her to those bastards. Those assholes tried to force themselves on her. And it was her son that protected her. So from now on, it would only be her son who would be allowed to touch her. No one else. Not even her lousy, worthless, sleazoid, tiny-dicked husband.
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