Incest/Taboo Rustic Nights in Khokhapur

The land Khokhapur, in which this tale; my tale is based in, is a small agricultural hamlet in Haryana, a northern agrarian state in India.

There are about 80-90 families residing here since many centuries now and it suffices to say that our village isn't any different than a typical crude hamlet of peasants and feudal lords. What's different though is our village is known for its hardy men and their proud history of serving in the Indian armed forces.

But it's always a village that bears the cost of a war and as history very well knows, we have had several painful ones and they have taken a toll, a frightful one, for all of us.

Our family is considered fairly rich among the native people of Khokhapur. We have always owned more than ample land in the village, where we have grown wheat and maize in plenty. We live in a large but antiquated spread out bungalow that is made up of five medium sized houses arranged in a large circle, connected to one another by common walls but has separate entrances to each house from the inner circle only. These houses were all made of stone bricks, may be 2 centuries ago, build together inside one large compound wall at-least 20 feet high, to stop meddling lowly peasants from interfering.

We have always been very private about our affairs and our family.

The compound wall is also made out of stone bricks. It has a tall solid black-rusted iron gate as a single entrance to all five houses.

There are also another 10 small houses to accommodate the various servants who have been serving the household since a long time, but they are located towards the distant left side corner area of the property, with a large bamboo forest and a century old well that separates the main compound from theirs.

We have a common terrace joining the circular compound, but the stairs were built only from the main house, so that the patriarch or his man-servants only can utilise the terrace at night to oversee distant lying agri fields on all sides of the house. This was done primarily during the crop cutting season to keep the guards vigilant and alert them to any thief or miscreants from other villages trying to steal or burn the ripe crops. It was like a vantage point. There is a small room on the terrace with a cot or two and ropes and kerosene and other such things for flaming torches to warn the guards.

The porch of the five houses all open inward to an open aired brick layered field where the crops and the grains are stored after winnowing them in the fields. It also serves up as a common tittle-tattle area for the ladies and servants.

During the hot months of summer, sometimes the family would sleep on the cots in the open.

Let me introduce the family before I proceed further.

I, Sangeeta Devi, live with my mother-in-law Kavita Devi, in the second house that was on the left side. I am a widow of an army captain, Anandpal Singh, who was 10 years elder to me when we were married off by our parents. He was an energetic hardy man and a loving husband.

But to my ill-gotten luck, he was martyred 18 years ago when our child, Arjun was only 2 years old and still feeding at my ample breasts.

I am 39 years old and when I wistfully look back at myself now, it doesn't feel that long when I was still a virile busty young woman in love with a darling hunk of a husband and a beautiful angelic son.

Arjun is my only child and also the only able male in our family.

Arjun, 21 years old & my beautiful son has grown up to be a splitting image of his father and to my great delight has also quickly taken up the responsibility of the feudal lordship and also that of the household.

Since Arjun turned 18, he has occupied the central house facing the main gate.

It was vacated by Kavita Devi after the death of the patriarchal head, her husband, late Choudhary Harpal Singh.

My mother-in-law moved in with me after his death, as the central house is ritually occupied by the head of the family, which my darling son has grown up to be.

On Arjun's left side is the house of Amritpal Singh, younger brother of my beloved dead husband, who has been posted in Kashmir where he was involved in a grenade attack on his convoy two years ago. Since then, he has retired to the village as a paralytic cripple, more or less, & spends most of his awake time in the outhouse amongst the servant quarters on his hookah and country made whiskey.

Amrit's wife, my co-sister, Sharmila Devi resides in the house mainly. She's my closest confidante and a cheerful woman in spite of all her troubles. She's 37 years old but unfortunately barren since marriage, which is a big curse in our culture. She loves Arjun like her own son and always manages to pamper him. Since childhood, Arjun would spend more time at her house than ours.

I still don't know who Arjun is closer, between the two of us.

Another reason why I am so proud of my son is because when Amrit came back from the Army and wanted to separate from Sharmila, Arjun insisted to let her stay in our house, although Amrit bhai never wished to see her here.

Barren women are not even the equivalent of lowly maid servants in rural India and I shudder to think of what would have happened to Sharmila's life if Arjun didn't have his way. She is still so young in my eyes. Arjun makes us proud every day.

On the right side of Arjun's central house, resides Ashwini Devi, Arjun's aunt & youngest sister of Anand and Amrit, along with her husband Karanpal. Ashwini Devi is 3 years elder to me but has aged gracefully and is still today a stunning beauty. We don't have a good talking relationship though. She always maintained that I am cursed & still blames my bad luck for Anand's death, Amrit's crippling injury and Sharmila's infertility.

Till this day she won't' talk to me with a straight face, and this used to hurt a lot. I have never had any bad eye on them and always wish good things for everyone including their family. They have a beautiful daughter together, who was recently married to a distant cousin of Sharmila, from a nearby village in Hisar district.

My mother-in-law, Kavita Devi decided that after marriage, they should stay in our house as we had a vacant fifth house, second on the right side. Another reason is as we were short of members in the family, Anand opined that it benefits if we have more trusted hands to help to oversee the many different petty jobs.

So Saina, Ashwini's daughter and her husband Sukhiram have been residing with us since almost a year. Sukhiram mostly oversees the field work and Karanpal manages the accounting stuff, mostly from his work room in their house.

Like all big joint families, we have our share of the skeletons in cupboard and I am privy to a dark secret since many years now and my heart is burdened with the knowledge of it.

How can I forget that hot windless & restless night of June, last year?

It was unbearably hot that whole month and even after two cold showers, I wasn't able to sleep. My bedroom window opens towards the inner centre and I had kept it open that night.

From there I have an unrestricted vision of Arjun's house, as any doting mother would like to have. I was continuously tossing and turning on my bed and finally gave up.

It was almost 3 in the night and the whole house was eerily silent. It was a moonlit night and I thought I will sit in the inner facing porch and look at the night sky for a bit to soothe my restless nerves.

Saina & Sukhi had gone to her in-laws village for a month and Ashwini Devi & Karanpal had gone to Rishikesh for a temple visit for a few days and so both the families were not to return back till at-least two weeks.

I went over and sat on the cemented porch for a few minutes. A distant clock was ticking by and as time passed, streams of sweat began to run from my neck and pooled between my generous and deep cleavage and trickled below to wet my saree near my mound. The streams tingled my bare skin as they slivered through and awoke a funny feeling deep inside my stomach. This often happens many a night since my husband's death and now I am pretty much accustomed to live cold like this, without a strong male to roughly fondle my heavy breasts through my loose blouse, to pull up my saree and finger and lick my bare womanhood, to lie below him & feel that warm steel rod of throbbing veiny cock enter deep into my womb and deposit multiple hot burning loads night after living night.

No number of cold showers can bury a lusting woman's fire. The coal embers of cravings have been smothered but not dead as yet. Yet another forsaken night when I have to finger myself to sleep I guess.

There was no wind at all and as I turned back frustrated, to return to my room, my old eyes were alerted towards a flicker of a weak light coming through a tiny gap in the window of Arjun's house. Why was he awake at this hour of the night! Is he also feeling as restless as me, due to the heat? Or is he feeling lonely!

Although he's only 21, he's been doing a man's job for so many years now and probably misses a woman's comfort. I simpered at the thought of a lusty wife being ridden hard by Arjun, as did his father with me for hours together and rebuked myself, almost immediately. He's too young for my wanton imaginations.

How wrong was I?

I went to the door and tried to push it gently. The door was locked from inside. It was quite odd to find the door locked, as doors of all four houses, other than the main house, generally remained open from the inner side. None of the four houses have doors opening to the outer compound, other than through a single door between the 5 of us opposite to Arjun's house. I went through the door and came over to the outer side wall and peeped in through the small glass window of the bedroom of the main house.

Although the window curtains were drawn and the glass hazed with damp fog, after straining my eyes, I could see a candle burning at the far corner & the room was dim lit and a bit hazy. Two lithe figures were joint at the hips & heaving on the bed. My eyes quickly went wide at the sight.

Inside the hazy room, I watched Arjun half-knelt behind Sharmila, both stark naked. Their bodies glistened in the hazy candle light that waved around in the mist of damp sweaty fog. Sharmila was facing towards me, her hair loose around her neck and her pendulous breasts hanging low & swaying violently near her forearms.

Her titties looked so full and heavy that they lugged half a second slower than the rest of her violently well-fucked body. Her dark brown nipples were grazing the bed-sheet, although she was half kneeling half crouching under my son like a bitch in heat.

As I watched him move like a hydraulic piston pump, my eyes fell on her face. She was glowing with radiance in the dim-lit room and her sharp jaw was drooling with saliva oozing out the corner of her gaping mouth. Her pupils were almost rolled back into her eyelids and I feared she would die with the ecstasy caused by his demonic thrusts.

My son was kneeling on one knee and the other leg, half bent on the bed as he pumped like a never-ending lorry into her wide behind. His facial expressions were gnarled and his body was like that of an athlete after he's run a full marathon. Arjun's chest muscles were rippling with raw energy and his abs we're shining with sweat as he gradually fastened his pace, while in his large hands he bunched Sharmila's hair and jerked her dainty little head towards him like that of a horse being ridden to its death.

Arjun was always a big boy as he grew up but he was always gentle and soft spoken & I had never imagined him to be such a rough lover. Sharmila always used to naughtily comment that Arjun would need more than one woman to satisfy his urges, but I always brushed them off as silly banter between village hags.

Little did I know!

The sounds of Arjun's soft grunts, Sharmila's more animalistic ones, and the loud primal slapping of skin on warm skin filled the large, dark bedroom. He kept riding her for a long time.

"Ufffff Mamma (Hindi for mother) ... I am cumming in your womb..." said Arjun as he shut his eyes tight.

He came and came inside this strange woman under him, whom I thought I knew so well.

After almost a minute of pumping hot cum in her, he kicked her butt as if to push her away. It was so humiliating to see my gentleman of a son treat her this way.

Sharmila immediately turned towards him affectionately and said, "Oooooohhhhh Arjun, my dear son... See how much of your cum is flowing out of my barren cunt."

She pooled her fingers under her cunt and brought a dollop of thick cum to her mouth and made loud slurping sounds.

What was transpiring was obscene by any standards of imagination, but I was exotically hooked on like a magnet.

Unknown to myself, my left hand had crept inside my saree and violently inserting three fingers in my dripping wet pussy.

I thought to myself aloud, "I'm dreaming"

I felt something trickle down my bare leg. I realised that my vagina was so wet that it was dripping. "Heavens." I put a hand between my legs, under the hanging flaps of the saree and felt my slit. I'd never been that wet before.

"Wow, Arjun... Is it even bigger than yesterday?", said Sharmila as she kneeled in front of my son, her fingers draped on his organ.

She looked at that great hanging thing, like a formidable digging drill dripping with warm liquid from her pussy. Her gaze went behind it to those two tumescent balls.

"I want to show you something I learned" quipped Arjun as he stood up and guided her to a sitting position on the marbled floor.

"Would you like me to... you know... service you now?" Sharmila whispered as she looked up at him with soft eyes, & her pupils dilated.

Arjun immediately replied "No thank you. You were so nice to sneak out as usual and see me. I want to do something for you."

Arjun sank to his knees and spread her legs.

"What are you doing down there? No one has ever touched me there. You shouldn't... ooooooohhhhhhh... oh no... mmmmmmmm... it's... nice." Sharmila felt him spread out her lips, exposing her clit.

She felt his tongue dart out and lick her slit. Quickly, he was alternating between licking and nibbling on her protruding lips and lapping at her clit.

I vaguely knew people did this sort of thing, but I had never considered it for myself.

"You... you..." Sharmila couldn't finish her thought as Arjun's tongue rocketed her off with a powerful orgasm. She shook like a leaf and her fingers dug into Arjun.

"How was that?" Arjun looked up at her, his face glistening in the orange glow.

"Marvel... marvellous..." She lovingly replied.

After a few minutes Sharmila pushed Arjun down and rode him, with her feet planted on the rug on either side of his legs, her knees high, her back straight, and her head lolling back and forth. Her pretty face twisted itself in rapture.

"Arjun... Arjun... you're crushing my uterus wall... it's too deep..." Sharmila could feel another orgasm building.

"I need you Arjun... I need your giant dick in me every night..." Sharmila bounced on that impossibly long penis and rubbed her clit along the inside of his muscled thigh.

He stood after a few deep strokes and lifted her in his arms, his dick still hard and swaying almost a foot in front of his groin, beneath her like a taut snake waiting to strike.

Soon, Sharmila rode Arjun again on his bed, bringing herself to multiple orgasms.

I watched, mesmerised, as her inhumanly large tits bounced in wide circles, her brown nipples going in counter-orbit to one another. He came in her as she rode him.

He then flipped her under him and pounded her pussy as she writhed and tried to scream but couldn't as Arjun's palm was firmly planted on her mouth, her legs spread as wide as they would go.

The bed kept shaking for another half an hour as i stood there transfixed.He emptied himself repeatedly inside her.

I watched my son in awe. I could only fathom the beastly size of his cock, ripping Sharmila's shaven pussy apart. As they switched position again and Sharmila rode him, I could see his balls lying on the bed like oranges in a small sack. They were so lowly hung and heavy that they swung up and hit her butt with a thump every time he pushed up into her deep.

I lost count of time and space.

Afterward, the two tried to catch their breath, laying on their backs side by side and staring at the ceiling.

"You... astonish... me." Sharmila placed her hand on his muscled belly and her fingers moved down to his penis. "Even after five hours of fucking this worn out pussy...You're still... hard."

"Yeah... well...you have known since my childhood" Arjun looked over at her. He looked lost in the way her boobs hung to the side and rested on the bed while she was on her back. He wanted nothing more in that moment than to make her happy.

Seemingly reading his mind, Sharmila kissed him in the navel and looking up to his eye said lovingly, "I haven't ever felt like this with anyone".

She rolled onto her side. "Let me take care of you."

As I watched them dumbfounded, she leaned over him, opened her mouth as wide as possible, and sucked the head of his monster into her mouth. It took him a considerable while before he exploded down her throat, but she didn't mind. In fact, Sharmila relished the divine pleasure she gave her young lover.

When he released his seed, she happily swallowed as much as she could. She then put her head on his tummy and they fell asleep, as the first rays of a summer sun could peek through the sky.

I don't remember how I stumbled back to my side of the house and when I had gained a semblance of my consciousness, I was panting on my bed, furiously masturbating my neglected clitoris, imagining all those things I had never seen anyone do to a woman.

As the day dawned, I reflected back on some of the words spoken between them and a few things shockingly became clear to me now.

Sharmila had mentioned yesterday which must mean it's a regular fling between them and not a rare slip-up.

How long has it been going on?

Why would she call Arjun her son?

Is it he owns her in some way, but how?

How would any self-respecting woman tolerate to be kicked after giving up her heart and body to someone? Is my son behaving like a true lord over her? Is Sharmila just a poor thing to be utilised for personal gratification?

In common lingo, Sharmila was behaving just like a cumrag for Arjun to ravish and mistreat as and when he wants to, but why would she allow it to happen.

I kept thinking back to the old times since Arjun was just a teen and the answer was right in front of me!

Once when we were drawing water from the well for cooking, Sharmila looked chattier than usual that morning. It was almost 3 years ago and Amrit had gone back after a week's holiday to Rajasthan, where his unit was posted then. It was unusual for any wife to be happy after her husband's gone away for a long time but since I knew about their arguments and fights, mostly on Sharmila's infertility, I thought she's just happy to be not fighting and crying, for a change.

As we talked on things, Sharmila randomly whispered out to me, "Arjun is like a donkey" and giggled to herself.

I was shocked to hear her abuse my son and upon enquiring why she said so, she just avoided it and later upon further questioning, casually quipped

"Bhabhi (elder co-sister in Hindi) ... You must know that Arjun is an idiot in his studies and needs personal tuition to complete his schooling on a good note...".

"I don't trust him with anyone else... I am the most intelligent female in this household and also the only one educated with a proper bachelor's degree... it's natural that I help him on this and anyways I have no other work as well...".

"You must send Arjun every day before school and every evening after coming back from school, for at least 2 hours each, for me to take stock of his classes...".

"Thats why I said he's donkey (inept in Hindi) ... Don't you know I love him in more ways than you can ever do... How can I abuse him...".

I am such an imbecile...

She had said it herself. In more ways than I can ever do.

Donkey-dicked you had meant, you lying bitch. Poor Arjun was only 18 then. God...

How could you exploit him like this? You have regularly molested and violated my only son since he was a teen and you have the guts to proudly say you love him!

What freak of a family love like this? How can a mother even imagine to see something of her son?

For four hours each day, I deliberately sent Arjun to his nightmare within a few steps of my house and hardly knew what happened there?

But why did Arjun never complain? Did he also enjoy it with her? Of course, she was what, may be 34 years old with a wild voluptuous horny body but a rejected one, & for a budding teen with raging hormones & free access, that's a fucking wet dream.

Was my son raping her instead of how I had imagined first?

It couldn't be... she was so happy and chirpy whenever Amrit bhai wasn't around, now I realise it was Arjun who was satiating her raving self for hours and hours every day, and it was me who foolishly allowed them that time alone.

I was so naive to even think that she was teaching him when all she did was give access of her lustful holes to a well-built teen.

Even after the daily quota , often Arjun would spend the nights with her saying to me that she was better than me in story telling & she told him stories of kings and queens while he slept.

All that they ever did was to SLEEP with each other!!

How can anyone be so horny?

Her applying milk and honey daily to her white skin to keep it shining and taut, her shaving herself and taking undue care of her lustful body, in spite of almost always being without her husband... Her massaging her heavy tits with exotic herbal oils to keep them from sagging and yet maintain their firmness, in spite of their humongous nature...Never going out to the fields in fear of getting tanned... doing yoga every morning under the pretext of keeping fit and healthy in case she might cure herself of the sterility... all that was an excuse.

It was to keep my son fascinated to her silken ways.

Even after the tuition time, whenever the family gathered, Arjun would always choose to sit close to her rather than his own mother.

Whenever they thought no one was looking, they would be pinching & pushing each other and giggling in each other's ears... Many times, when Sharmila used to be working in the kitchen, Arjun would come behind her and slap her butt merrily and then hug her from behind... I sometimes thought I saw him push his groin too hard into her butt but I thought it was harmless.

He was my innocent kid.

How mistaken I have been... there were all the telltale signs of a young depraved couple in carnal love with each other's endowed body... they were like animals in unceasing heat.

One big question still remains.

How did they do all of it after Arjun passed out from school and then next year, he occupied the main house?

Obviously by then Amritpal had returned back to the village, but that idiot chose to indulge in alcohol than to be with his wife, but still it would have been too much of a risk to continue to visit each other at night if someone else also had seen what they were up to.

Even yesterday, I was awake the whole night, I never thought I saw Sharmila come out of her house, then how could she enter his side of the building without anyone noticing, and successfully keep doing that for 2 years now!

Only Arjun's main house has door towards the outside and inside, all others open only on the inside, and for us to go out, we have to walk across the open aired field between the houses and use a single door on the wall between Saina's house & mine on opposite side from Arjun's door.

To walk that far on the field and that too visible to all the five houses and its members, at odd hours to go out, would have been risky to say the least.

How did they manage it then?

Do they have a secret door joining their houses!

Is it when Arjun moved into the main house. It was summer then and Arjun thought it would be a good idea if he extends the size of his bathroom and install more western fittings for more comfort.

He was the man of the house and who can decline him !

I remember now it was almost a month of hard work for construction to complete, although the fittings were imported and installed in a day or two.

Did they help manage to break the wall & create an opening for them, from his bathroom to Sharmila's side of the joint wall between their houses?

It must have opened on the utility room on Sharmila side, where only junk items were mostly stored and hardly anyone used to go in, and no one is allowed to visit the personal attached bathroom of the main house other than its owner and the head of the family i.e. Arjun.

Wow... it's a truly ingenious way to escape prying eyes, now that I deciphered it.

Arjun and also other members of the household would retire to their side of the compound after dinner, served around 7 in the evening. Arjun had strict instructions not to disturb him after dinner, unless it's really serious, as he would be resting after a tiring day.

I would many times not feel in the mood to sleep and sometimes, when I knocked on Sharmila's door to chat up with her, it took her quite a bit of time to open the latch and let me in... she would always sound short of breath and angered to see me & when I enquired about it, she would avoid it saying she was cleaning the rooms or something like that or having a headache.

Even when we talked, she would be absent minded and it would feel she's in some distant dream, but I always forgave her, thinking she had a deep pain in her heart and the lack of a child is stopping her from becoming a full woman.

That was also a reason why I had allowed her unfettered and exclusive access to Arjun, trying hard to convince myself that it would help her heal that pain and become a mother.

How would I have known Arjun didn't become like her son but replaced the ever absent and grudging man, in her bed.

Which young woman, in her sexual prime & in her time of crisis, wouldn't love to be appreciated by a gorgeous alluring teen with a horse shaft and those tennis ball sized family jewels, and be given special alone time to appreciate her insatiable womanhood.

I have been so gullible and they have taken me for a ride, all these years!

Pretending to have a headache that morning, I didn't come out to have breakfast. I kept thinking these things over & over trying to somehow rationalise the affair between them in my mind and instead blaming myself for failing to be a good mother to Arjun.

As a mother, it was my duty to protect Arjun and to look out for him, if he wanted anything, as a mother I should have provided it instead of pushing him to Sharmila and assume that my motherly duties were over.

I have been a failure as a wife and now as a mother. There's no point blaming others for this catastrophe. It was so depressing to think my whole life has been worthless.

What would I say to my mother-in-law, if she somehow comes to know of it?

How would I face my dead husband in the afterlife?

I was almost on the verge of contemplating suicide, when I heard a knock on the door.

"Bhabhi... It's me, Sharmila...Are you feeling better now? Can I come in?"

I really didn't have the courage to look at her without feeling repulsed or slapping her for this heinous lack of judgment... and yet I couldn't avoid this for long.

After deliberating for a few seconds, I walked to the door and opened it.

I looked at her silently with a questioning glance...

"Bhabhi... oh my god... Are you ok? You look so sick and pale? Please tell me, do I need to inform Arjun?"

Hearing my son's name from her vulgar mouth, somehow broke the dam of civility and I slapped her so tight, I drew blood from her nose.

She looked astounded.

"What did I do Bhabhi?"

Hidden beneath the hurt, I could see a sense of guilt creeping in her eyes, and I managed to smirk at her feigned incredulity.

"You brute of a woman... you painted whore... you very well know why! Just tell me why Arjun? Did you need money or power", saying this I broke into tears and fainted as I collapsed into her arms.

When I opened my eyes, I was on the bed and Sharmila was sitting at my feet, with tears in her eyes and her hands on my feet. My mother-in-law was sitting beside my head and caressing my forehead. It took a second to realise what had happened, and when I did, I jerked my feet away from her filthy hands.

Sharmila felt humiliated. Crying, she ran away to her room and closed the door.

"Badi Bahu (elder daughter-in-law in Hindi) ... that's not how you treat your sister...!" My mother-in-law softly spoke to me.

I raged at her and shouted "If you had seen what I did yesterday... you would have kicked her out... how could she!"

"What did you see? What was so shocking to you? Why is a young loving couple having sex in their privacy so unrepeatable to you? Are they doing it in the open?"

"Don't you crave the same?", my mother-in-law sadly asked me.

"Only a woman can understand another woman's feelings. My son Amrit won't ever go near her when he's here, as he only wanted a child from her but never gave her any pleasure. Most of the year she would be alone in her bed not able to sleep. Don't you feel the same craving after Anand died?"

"How could you deny that Sharmila is always happy in spite of all the birthing troubles and constant barbs she keeps facing from everyone in the village."

"Who is responsible for that happiness? It can only be a true man... it's your son Arjun"

"I am a sixty-five years old woman, and yet I felt attracted to Arjun when I first saw him shove his monstrous shaft into her."

"But my time is gone. She's only 37, still very young, still so attractive. I know how it feels, the hunger, it won't end unless you allow a man to take control of it.", my mother-in-law said blinking her old eyes.

"You might ask how did I come to know?"

"Well... when your father-in-law passed away and it was time for Arjun to become the man of the house, I asked him to consider marriage and he almost immediately rejected on my face."

I kept persisting and one day he confided in me that he's seeing someone since the last 4-5 years and doesn't want to break her heart.

I assumed the girl might be from a poor family and that's why he fears disclosure in the society to avoid loss of reputation.

I comforted him & said, "I will try to convince everyone to arrange his marriage with a poor family but the girl has to be of the same caste."

He just laughed at my suggestion and in a mysterious tone said, "She's from the same caste & extremely rich and incredibly beautiful but we can never marry and have children."

"Please drop the topic as I ain't interested in anyone else and have decided to be like this for the rest of my life."

"If you want a grandson to be the man of the house after me, we can adopt someone from the family and provide him that chance."

"I didn't talk about it anymore as I feared his anger but something kept gnawing at the back of my head.", she kept on.

"After a few days, there was discussion of the family to visit Kailash Mansarovar for a month-long trip and everyone was excited including you, my dear Sangeeta."

"Arjun made his point clear that he needed to stay back to manage the work as it can't be trusted to leave it unsupervised for so long. He insisted all of us should go. But I had to say no as you all know my worse knee condition and Amrit as usual was busy killing himself in drugs and alcohol. "

"So finally, You, Ashwini, Karan, Saina and Sharmila were supposed to travel, but oddly, Sharmila didn't look too happy at the prospect."

"On the very morning of their journey, if you remember, Sharmila had twisted her ankle severely while drawing water from the well. She was writhing in pain and the doctor informed, she needed at least a week's bed rest. Any kind of trips are to be strictly disallowed."

I suddenly remembered. "Arjun asked us not to cancel the trip and to leave back Sharmila and he would take care of you and her".

Kavita Devi continued... "Yeah although I could notice Sharmila's half happy face even in that pain, we all agreed and you guys left in the evening".

"As you know I can't sleep without someone massaging my knees and you weren't there that night, so I was not able to sleep. It was almost midnight when I heard a vessel fall down in the kitchen and then hushed voices."

"I feared thieves might have broken in from the backdoor, and hobbled over to the lighted kitchen area and what I saw I can still remember to this day, vividly."

"Through the half ajar kitchen door, I could clearly see Sharmila lying on the kitchen floor on a mat with her left leg raised in air and the right one wrapped around Arjun's waist. Her clothes were lying here and there on the slabs."

"With her right elbow supporting her weight, she was pressing her hanging boobs in blessed rapture of animalistic sex. Her left hand was over and behind her head trying to grab onto something to balance herself as Arjun was violently thrusting into her."

"Her moans were a mixture of pleasure and pain, which she received, so wantonly, that I couldn't dare to stop them committing this imagined sin."

"I could realise the pain my grandson's massive cock could render, as it pounded its way into Sharmila's tender swollen cunt. "

"The sloshing sound, his tool made with every stroke inside her soaked pussy, echoed inside the room."

"As Arjun was ploughing into her wet pussy ruthlessly, he leaned over her and half licked her on the lips and said, "Thank you Mamma for being so caring about me... I can't fathom the pain you would have felt when you deliberately jumped twisting your ankle on a jagged rock to create a real injury instead of just feigning one to not go away from me... I have always needed you and you submitted yourself for my craving for your body...I will fuck you senseless all these nights as a gift in return.""

"Sharmila smiled sheepishly and said to him "Even I love you... your body is like that of a steam engine and never stops to amaze with your energy... No one can satisfy your mamma's deep pussy like only you can my dear Arjun... I would die for you... this mere temporary pain is nothing... you are the only man who has been there for me always since your childhood and I can willingly kill anyone or even myself if you were to just command it."

"I somehow shuffled back to our room and thought back to what Arjun had said to me."

"Why no children? And that's when it struck me like a thunderbolt. They are in love with each other. "

"Arjun plans to remain childless because of his love for Sharmila."

I silently listened but my mother-in-law's words only increased my frustrated anger...

"What about me... what about my satisfaction and my hunger? Did any of you think about me? I am also widowed... a man hasn't touched me in almost 18 years... my fire hasn't died as well, but I didn't sell out my body to just about anyone."​