Incest/Taboo Silken Web

Smitha aged around 40 years, a landlady holding assets worth millions and mother of 19 year old Suresh was suddenly awakened from her deep sleep as she felt her nightgown being ripped away from her body and before she could come out of her sleep, she felt the heavy weight of a man empower her and pin her to the king size bed.

Being imprisoned in his hold she felt his rough hands slide down her back and on reaching her panties they ripped the thin garment away from her body. On being stripped, Smitha felt the man's hand viciously reach over her chest and en-circling her arms they gripped her shoulders powerfully, bruising her tender skin. As Smitha was being manhandled she started to take deep breaths and when she felt his hot cock poking between her buttocks she bit her lips tightly waiting for him to thrust his cock deep into her cunt and assault her.

It took just a few seconds for the man to penetrate her from behind and when his cock got lodged in her almost dry cunt, he started to thrash wildly, all the while fiercely gripping her shoulders and embedding his finger nails in the soft flesh of her back.

His thrusts gained momentum and on the final surge, the man pushed Smitha's head on the soft pillow and as Smitha struggled to inhale, he rammed his cock deep into her cunt and spewed his cum inside her. Having spent his cum in her he was up in a moment and went out of the room.

That man was none other than Smitha's husband Veer Pratap. Who, since the day of their marriage 21 years ago had made love to his wife in the same fashion. Smitha had borne this assault from the past 21 years and today she was mildly surprised to see her husband use her body as he had stopped doing it from the past one year. What had brought this change she did not know?

As Veer Pratap felt the room, Smitha resigned herself on the bed thinking it was her fate and she could no longer amend it. As she felt, tired sleep took over her and she was in her dreamland.

The next morning Smitha was late in getting up and by the time she had her bath and came down, she saw her son Suresh, his uncle Ram Pratap (younger brother of Veer Pratap) his gorgeous wife Pushpa and her own husband Veer Pratap were at the table having their breakfast.

Smitha had totally forgotten that guests in the form of Ram Pratap and his wife Pushpa had come to their place the previous evening. Seeing them seated on the dining table, Smitha hurried over and smiling at them excused for being late.

The guests smiled back at her and when Smitha sat down at the table; her eyes were drawn towards her husband Veer Pratap who was engaged in a conversation with his younger brother's dazzling wife Pushpa. Smitha saw her husband was discreetly eyeing his brother's wife and as he felt her stare upon him he changed its course.

After finishing the breakfast both Veer Pratap and Ram Pratap got up and as planned earlier left on a hunting expedition. Smitha, her son Suresh and Pushpa were left behind in the big mansion.

As Smitha got up and walked towards the sink, Suresh followed her and as he got closer to his mother he was shocked to see the reddish bruises on her back. He knew they were fingernail marks and he stood wondering how they were on his mother's body.

As Suresh stood pondering over the dark bruises on his mother's back, Pushpa his aunt who had silently followed them saw him staring at his mother's back and on seeing the dark bruises on her back instantly knew who was responsible for it.

Pushpa seeing Suresh engrossed in staring at his mother's back came forward and to divert his attention said 'Suresh will you please get me a glass of water'

This made Suresh to turn and go and as soon as he was out of her sight, Pushpa went near Smitha and taking hold of her sari covered her bruised back. Smitha was mildly surprised by this action and as she turned to face her she saw her son return with the water.

When Suresh returned back with the glass of water he saw his mother had turned and was facing him. After collecting some money from his mother as he left, Smitha looked at Pushpa with quizzical eyes. To this Pushpa asked 'did you not look yourself up before coming down'

'No. why?' she asked little perplexed.

'You better take a look at your back' said Pushpa following Smitha to her room.

On entering her bedroom Smitha went near the mirror and pushing the sari from her shoulders when she saw the reflection of her back, she was shocked to see the dark bruises.

'Suresh was staring at those marks, so I had to cover you up' said Pushpa moving closer to Smitha.

Hearing those words, Smitha's eyes got filled up as she felt Pushpa had reasoned the cause.

Seeing her gloomy face, Pushpa moved closer and placing her hands on her shoulder said 'let me apply some ointment.'

Those words brought much relief to Smitha.

Pushpa fetched a tube of ointment from the bathroom and motioned Smitha to lie on the bed. As Smitha obliged Pushpa kneeled on the carpet in front of her and pushing aside Smitha's sari from her back she looked at the bruises and asked 'is he a brute?'

'Yes, he is' replied Smitha as tears welled up in her eyes.

'When did this happen' asked Pushpa?

'Yesterday night' replied Smitha.

'Did you not object' asked Pushpa.

'I could not' replied Smitha. 'Why' asked Pushpa?

'It happens every time' she replied.

'Every time he does it do you bear it' she asked?

'Yes, every time he makes love to me, I suffer' saying this Smitha started to sob.

'Relax' saying this Pushpa went on to apply the cream tenderly on her bruised skin. The warm fingers of Pushpa on her back had a soothing effect and she relaxed on the bed.

Pushpa went on anointing her back in small circles and on seeing Smitha cool down a bit, the circles gradually became larger. Pushpa covering all the exposed parts of her back slid her fingers inside her blouse and holding it gently asked 'shall I open it'

'Yes' said Smitha as Pushpa's caressing had a soothing effect on her.

Pushpa then eased out the few hooks of Smitha's blouse and pushing aside the flaps of her blouse and looking at the deep bruises on her back said 'it is inhuman'

Hearing those words Smitha stiffened her body.

'Relax dear, relax' saying this Pushpa continued applying the ointment on her bruises and started to caress her exposed back and as Smitha calmed down, Pushpa's fingers wandered all over her back and on feeling her warm flesh she said softly 'it's so smooth and soft.'

Smitha did not reply back but lay still on the bed.

Pushpa on anointing let her eyes roam over Smitha's back and after having a look at the rich curves of her back and waist, she re-hooked her blouse and said 'I pity you.'

Smitha got up from the bed and looking at her asked 'what shall I tell my son, when he asks me?'

'You leave that to me. I will take care of him' replied Pushpa.

Saying thanks she got up and left the room.

It was evening when Suresh came home. Pushpa who was waiting for him escorted him to the living room and sat down on the sofa. When both of them had settled, Smitha came carrying two glasses of juice and after handing them she left.

As Smitha turned to leave, Suresh's eyes were again focused on her back and after looking at her bruises; he turned and facing his aunt asked 'what happened to Mom's back?'

'I think she was mauled by a cat' Pushpa replied.

'At her back' asked Suresh surprised?

'I think the cat jumped at her when she was sleeping' replied Pushpa.

'It has bruised her back badly' said Suresh.

'Yes, her beautiful back is badly bruised' replied his Aunt.

Hearing the word 'beautiful' Suresh looked at his Aunt.

'Does she not have a beautiful back' said Pushpa with a smile?

'I think ...' replied Suresh half heartedly.

'What do you think' asked Pushpa moving closer to him?

'I think her back is beautiful' replied Suresh.

'You like it' she asked him smilingly?

Suresh did not know how to answer her and he stammered 'yeeess.'

'You like it so much that you want to apply ointment on her bruises' she asked in a mischievous way?

'I don't mind' replied Suresh softly.

'You are a naughty boy' saying this Pushpa got up from the sofa. Her body movements were so peculiar that it made Suresh to stare at her body.

Pushpa saw him staring at her and this made her lift her arms and yawn showing off her gorgeous figure before going out of the room.

Her actions left Suresh in a trance.

When his aunt departed, his thoughts got diverted to his mother. He visualized her in his minds frame and when he saw her picture, his eyes roamed over her body and this made warmth run over his body.

On impulse he got up and threading his way he reached the sitting room where his mother was standing by the window. As he moved closer his eyes were drawn like a magnet to her back. Suresh stared at her shapely back. His eyes roamed over her shoulders blades, over her broad back and further down as he saw her curved muscular waistline, he felt a hot wave run over his body.

Suresh turned suddenly and left the room thinking it was wrong to stare at his mother's body. Just as he left the room, Pushpa who was spying on him smiled on having caught him eyeing his mother's back.

She stepped into the room and moving closer to Smitha said 'your son seems to be eager to help you.'

'Help me' asked Smitha a little puzzled.

'Yes, he wants to apply cream on your bruises' she replied.

'He knows about them' Smitha asked Pushpa?

'Yes, I told him a cat mauled you' replied Pushpa.

'Did he believe it' she asked?

'Yes, and I think he has now stopped wondering which cat it was?' she said.

'Don't tell him' requested Smitha.

'No never, but please allow him to apply ointment if he so wishes' replied Pushpa.

'Yes, I will' replied Smitha gaining confidence.

'Go to him now and remember tomorrow will be my turn' she said smiling at her.

'Thanks' said Smitha as she crossed over to the room where Suresh was watching the T.V.

Suresh sat upright as his mother came and sat by his side. When she settled down he said 'I am sorry to hear about your back.'

'Oh, it is nothing, forget it,' she replied.

'But your back is badly bruised' he said.

'Now it's better and your aunt applied ointment in the morning' she said.

'Can I see it' he asked gently.

'Why sure' saying this, his mother turned her back to him.

Suresh moved closer and taking a closer look at her bruises said 'I think the wounds need more care.'

'Do you mind applying the cream for me' asked his mother?

Hearing the words an excited Suresh went and fetched the ointment and as he came back his mother saying 'please apply it on my back' stretched herself on the sofa.

Suresh was thrilled see her lying on the sofa. Squeezing some cream he moved closer and gently applied it over the wounds and spread it evenly. Suresh could not cover all the wounds as most of them were concealed by her blouse. He was in a dilemma as to how to proceed. Sensing this, his mother said 'slide your fingers in.'

Suresh was delighted to hear it and bending over he slid his fingers inside her blouse to cover her bruises. As his fingers sneaked inside her blouse Suresh was excited on feeling the warm flesh of his mother's back. He continued applying the ointment for some time and on feeling the warmth flesh of her body he was delighted.

Suresh stopped when he felt he had taken more time than was necessary and as his mother straightened up he smiled at her and said 'call me whenever you need to apply the ointment again.'

'Yes, I will' said his mother with a big smile on her face.

The next morning as Smitha got up she felt her back was burning. She hurriedly got up and when she saw the wounds they looked more prominent. She quickly dressed and called Pushpa who was in the adjoining room.

When Pushpa came in she saw a worried Smitha looking in the mirror. Pushpa was startled to see her wounds had ripened. Instantly she ordered Smitha to lie on the bed and taking the ointment from the nearby shelf she set herself to anoint her.

As Smitha lay on the bed Pushpa set aside the top of her sari from her back and leaning forward unhooked her blouse and pushed the thin material away from her body.

Smitha shuddered as she felt Pushpa unhook her blouse and expose her back. She bit her lips and lay still on the bed.

When Smitha's back was bared, Pushpa went on smearing the ointment on her wounds. She took great care in handling her wounds and when she finished applying the cream she got up and fetched the talcum powder.

Pushpa then started sprinkling the powder over Smitha's back and when she had it all covered, she went on spreading the powder evenly over her back. This had tantalizing effect on Smitha. She bit her lips hard and hid her face in the pillow.

Pushpa saw her caresses were enticing Smitha. She sprinkled more powder on her back and waist. Then taking her own time she slid her hand from her silken back down to her waist.

Smitha's body trembled when she felt Pushpa's hand slide down her back and as it reached her waist she let out a moan which was blocked on the pillow. Pushpa went on caressing her waistline for a while. Then moving her hands and holding the loose ends of her blouse she said 'I will fasten only the bottom two hooks.'

'Why' asked Smitha?

'That way your wounds will be open and they will heal soon' she said.

'What about my son' she said?

'What about him' she asked?

'How can I go in front of him with my blouse open' she asked?

'You have to as you have no other option' she replied.

'But what will he think' she asked again?

'I think he will be pleased' replied Pushpa.

'Why' asked Smitha suddenly?

'Because, his eyes will be feasting on your gorgeous back' she replied caressing her back.

'Is my back so good to look at' she asked softly?

'It is the loveliest I have ever seen' she said bending and planting a kiss on her shoulder blades.

Smitha shuddered as she felt her kiss. Saying 'thanks' she got up.

Pushpa was reluctant to let her go. But thinking of the kiss planted on her shoulders was enough to start with; she beamed at her when she got up.

Smitha had enjoyed all her attention. She felt elated and the whole day she roamed with her blouse open. Suresh was out with his friends and by the time he came back evening was setting in.

Suresh on reaching home went in search of his mother and when he saw her he gave her the new cream he had fetched from the Chemist.

Smitha was so pleased to see her son pay so much attention to her that she hugged him and said 'thanks.'

Suresh was pleased with the outcome and looking at his mother said 'shall I apply this Mom'

Smitha nodding her head turned started walking towards the living room.

As she turned Suresh saw her blouse was open, baring most of her back. On seeing it he felt the heat surge over his body. He stood transfixed staring at her and when she moved out of his sight he silently followed her.

Smitha on reaching the sitting room reclined on the sofa, her back exposed inviting Suresh on.

Suresh moving closer took hold of his mother's sari and pushed it from her shoulders. As the sari was moved from his mother's back, his eyes were again riveted on her lush back. He saw her bare arms, her shoulder blades, her broad muscled curvy back and reaching down his eyes were glued on her curvy waistline.

Looking at her exposed back he instantly felt aroused and hiding his arousal, he went on to apply the cream. First he squeezed it over her wounds and then gently smeared it over evenly. While his hands were pre-occupied in anointing her back, his eyes feasted on every contour of his mother's lush back. Smitha was getting excited by his soft caresses and deep stares.

On one instance as his hand caressed her back, it slipped down her silken back and Suresh slid down loosing his balance. This made his mother to turn and look at him. As she did Suresh had a glimpse of her bra clad breast for a split second. This made his pecker to throb in his pants. Pushing his pecker inside his pants he continued applying the cream and when he finished, he slid back the sari over his mother's back.

Smitha realizing he had finished said 'please fasten the hooks dear' softly.

This was music to Suresh's ears. Holding the loose ends of her blouse he fastened the bottom hook and when he tired to do the next one he felt his pull was insufficient to draw the ends of his mother's blouse close together. He then sat upright on the sofa and holding the ends of her blouse as he pulled with little force, he felt as if he was gripping his mother's breasts in his hands. He enjoyed this and taking his own time he fastened the third hook.

Smitha let out a soft moan as she felt her breasts being heaved as her son pulled her blouse which made the cloth to jab at her swollen breasts. She allowed him the liberty to fasten all the hooks and when he finished, smiling at him she felt the room.

All these actions were keenly observed by Pushpa and as soon as Smitha left the room and Suresh could hardly take a pause, she came and sat down beside him.

At first Suresh was taken back by her sudden appearance but after looking at her radiant smiling face he was glad he had her for company.

Pushpa smiled at him and holding his hand which held the tube of cream said 'so, you bought her new ointment.'

'Yes, I thought this would be better' he replied.

'So thoughtful and kind of you' she said looking at his face.

Seeing her look at him he blushed.

'Have her wounds healed' she asked softly?

'Yes, they are little better' he replied.

'Happy to be of some help to her' she asked him?

'Yes, it was my pleasure' he replied back.

'Pleasure to fasten her blouse' she quipped suddenly.

'Yes' replied Suresh timidly.

'Don't you think she should let her beautiful back bare for another day' she said toying with her loose hair.

'Yes, it would be good for her' he replied.

'And good for us to look at her gorgeous back isn't it' she said blowing out air on the loose curls of her hair.

Suresh did not know how to reply. He kept staring at her playing with her curls and said 'I think so.'

'Yes, she has a fascinating back and I bet you must have loved seeing, feeling and touching it' she asked moving closer to him.

'Yes' he stammered getting excited by her words and by her coming closer.'

'Do you want to caress her back again' she asked placing her hand on his shoulder.

Hearing the word 'caress' Suresh got charged up and when Pushpa moved her hand on his shoulder, he said 'I would love to.'

'Shall I will put a word to her' asked Pushpa as she moved her hand from his shoulder and placed it on his cheek.

'Yes, please' he replied pressing her hand to his cheek.

'You are so good' she said caressing his cheek with her hand.

Hearing it Suresh smiled and holding her hand he planted a kiss on her palm.

Pushpa did not pull back her hand from his lips. Pressing her palm over his lips, 'they are so warm' she said.

Suresh opened his mouth as he felt her palm on his lips.

Pushpa continued caressing his lips with her palm and as he opened his mouth she slid a finger in and said 'it is so hot'

Suresh could not withhold anymore. He closed his lips and held her finger captive in his mouth.

Pushpa blushed red on this and pushing her finger deeper in his mouth said 'suck my finger'

Suresh lapped his tongue upon her finger and holding her hand he kissed her palm passionately.

Pushpa was aroused when Suresh holding her palm kissed it passionately. Brining her face close and pressing her cheeks to his she asked softly 'do you like what you are doing.'

'Yes' replied Suresh as he continued sucking her finger and wetting her palm with his moist kisses?

'You like sucking my finger and kissing my palm' she asked pressing her cheeks hard on his and holding his head.

'Yes, I love it' he said and started nibbling her other fingers.

'Bite them' cried Pushpa turning her face to his.

Hearing this Suresh took hold of her hand firmly and looking straight in her eyes, he bit one of her finger.

As Suresh bit her finger Pushpa moved her cheek close to his mouth and said 'bite my cheek'

Suresh was delighted on hearing her words. He let go of her hand and holding her face with both hands he pulled her cheek to his lips and bit them lightly.

Pushpa's body shuddered at this and pressing her cheek to his lips 'bite hard' she said.

Suresh opened his mouth wide and taking in as much of her rosy cheek inside his mouth, he bit her hard.

Pushpa screamed with passion and turning her face she brushed his lips with hers.

As her lips brushed his, Suresh held her face tightly in his and when his lips searched for hers she avoided the contact.

To tease him, Pushpa avoided the contact of his lips on hers and as she pulled her face away for him, Suresh suddenly lunged forward and putting his arm around her back he held her tightly in his arms and took captive of her.

When Pushpa smiled on being cornered, be brought his lips over hers and kissed her hard.

Pushpa lost all energy when Suresh's hand held her captive and his lips founds hers. She immediately put her arms around his head and holding them in her hands she kissed him back passionately.

Suresh's opened his lips and sucking hers inside his mouth, he ravished them. Sucking her lips passionately he slid his tongue inside her mouth which Pushpa welcomed by lapping her hot tongue over it. Suresh continued ravishing her lips and when he felt he was about to spurt in his pants he pulled Pushpa's body close onto his chest.

Pushpa felt him pulling her, a little late. By the time she could stop him, she felt her petite bosom smash against his chest and his hands encircled her back and held her captive again. As Suresh pulled Pushpa, her body was on the brink of orgasm and as she felt her breasts crush on his chest her body thrashed and a stream drained out from her cunt.

As Suresh succeeded in emracing Pushpa's body to his and on feeling her soft bosom on his chest his pecker started throbbing in his pants and before he could properly grasp her in his arms and cuddle her he shot his cum in his pants.

Pushpa took longer to regain her composure and when she lifted herself from him she said to herself 'like father, like son'

Suresh hearing her murmuring something smiled at her and when she made faces at him, he held her again in his arms.

Pushpa's body throbbed again as he held her and before he could embrace her tightly in his arms she freed herself.

Looking down at the smiling face of his she said 'you are a beast' and left him.

Suresh was so glad with the day's proceedings that he lay awake most of the night visualizing things that took place and this resulted in getting up late the next morning.

Next morning it was Pushpa who knocked at the door of Smitha and entered her bed room. As she entered Smitha who was lying idle on the bed came alive.

As Pushpa stood at the door wearing a nightgown, Smitha got stimulated on seeing her showing off her charms. Smitha lying on the bed stared at her gorgeous figure which was so very well proportioned. Her lithe body, her supple chest, her sinuous waistline, her well curved thighs and her long graceful legs were a sight to behold. After seeing her she could not help from saying out 'you look gorgeous'

'Thank you' said Pushpa and bolted the door before coming near her.

Smitha's body shot up with desire on seeing her bolt the door and when Pushpa enquired about her back, 'see for yourself' she replied and turned over on the bed.

'Ah! Yes' said Pushpa climbing on the bed and on settling down near her. Then holding Smitha's sari said 'we will set this straight' she pushed her sari aside.

As she set her sari aside Pushpa was thrilled to see that Smitha had worn a blouse which had hooks in the front. This inspired her and without hurrying, she looked at her wounds and touching them softly she said 'they are looking better today'

Smitha nodded her head in reply and nuzzled her head deep in the pillow.

Pushpa finding Smitha in a lively mood asked her softly 'do you want me to apply cream or do you want me powder your back'

'As you wish' she replied.

'Then let me apply the cream' saying this she put her hands on Smitha's shoulders and squeezed them.

'Okay' replied Smitha.

Squeezing her shoulders and caressing it, Pushpa said in a hushed voice 'permit me to remove your blouse'

'Yes' Smitha replied and raised herself a little to allow her to remove the blouse.

'Its okay, relax' saying this Pushpa slid her hands to under Smitha's arms down from her shoulders.

As Pushpa's hands slid under her arms, Smitha lifted her hands and hugged the pillow to her.

Pushpa could maneuver her hands under Smitha's armpits freely and as she caressed the sides of her back, Smitha shifted and lay flat on the bed.

Pushpa then pushed her hands further down and bringing them over her curved waist she squeezed the soft flesh.

Smitha's moan was muffled by the pillow.

Caressing the soft flesh of her waist Pushpa slid her hands under her belly and lifted Smitha up a little.

Smitha obliged and as she lifted herself up Pushpa slid her hands under her swollen breasts and without cupping her breasts or caressing them she unhooked her blouse and holding its edges she removed it from her body.

On being void of her blouse Smitha's bare back was glistening with the morning light and Pushpa let her eyes feast upon her lush back. After looking at every pore of her bare back, Pushpa went on applying the ointment on her wounds and when she covered all, she picked up the Talcum Powder.

Smitha shivered as she saw Pushpa take hold of the can of Talcum powder.

Pushpa went on sprinkling the powder lavishly over her body and when she felt it was enough, she started to massage Smitha's body. Her hands slid smoothly over her rich back and when they came near her arms she slid them under her armpits and caressed her coarse hair. Smitha squirmed in delight as she felt her hands under her armpits and she started to moan softly.

It was then that Pushpa slid her hands from under her arm pits. First they felt her collar bones and sliding further she felt the swollen part of her bosom. Pushpa let her hands rest on her bosom and as Smitha did not object she started fondling them. Feeling the warm soft flesh of her bosom she pushed her hands down and slid them inside her bra.

Smitha let out a wild cry as she felt her hands slide inside her bra.

Relax said Pushpa pushing her hands further inside the bra and cupping her breasts in her hands.

Smitha moaned louder and thrashed her head on the pillow.

Gripping both her breasts in her hands Pushpa bent down and bringing her face over Smitha's back she started kissing the warm flesh of her skin. Smitha went wild with passion and as Pushpa's face encountered the thin strap of her bra she unclasped it with her mouth. Smitha cried out loudly as she felt the strap of bra being released.

Pushpa unclasped her bra with the help of her teeth and as the bra was loosened she cupped both her breasts in her hands and squeezed them.

'What are you doing' hissed Smitha in passion.

'I want to have a look' said Pushpa as she tried to turn Smitha over.

'No don't' said Smitha half heartedly as she turned a little.

'Just a glance' saying this Pushpa turned Smitha on her back.

As she turned, Smitha's hands flew to her eyes and covered them.

Pushpa had a bird's view of her chest and bosom. Seeing the swollen mounds of her breasts trying to pop out from the black bra, she felt aroused. Instantly she put her hands on her bra and slowly pulled it out from her body.

Smitha's swollen breasts were exposed to her eyes. Her eyes took to every pore of the skin of her breasts and on centering their attention to her erect dark brown nipples, 'they are very beautiful.' she said

'Oh! Pushpa' cried Smitha opening her eyes.

'You have the most beautiful mounds of flesh. Let me fondle them' saying this, she took both her breasts in her hands.

Smitha felt Pushpa's hands caressing her breasts and as she looked up at her she saw Pushpa's face was covered with sweat. She caught hold of her sari's end and wiped the sweat from her face.

Pushpa's eyes went wild with passion. She brought her face down and planted a kiss at Smitha's color bone.

Smitha held Pushpa's head in both her arms. Pushpa opened her mouth and started kissing Smitha from her color bone to the swell of her breasts.

Smitha jerked her body in passion. Pushpa brought her face and lodged it between the rich mounds of her breasts.

Pushpa brushed her lips between her breasts. Her body was on fire. She could not sustain it any longer. Putting her hands behind Smitha's back and gripping her she lay flat upon her body.

Smitha hugged Pushpa's body as she too was nearing the climax.

Pushpa lips darted in search of her nipples and on finding them she sucked her erect nipple deep into her mouth.

Smitha screamed and her body convulsed as orgasm over orgasm shook her.

Pushpa did not let go sucking her nipple. Holding Smitha in both her arms she pulled Smitha's body over hers. This made Smitha to lie over her. She shoved her nipple in Pushpa's mouth. Pushpa went berserk sucking them.

Now it was Smitha's turn. She slid down over Pushpa's body till her face was just above Pushpa's face. Pushpa had opened her mouth wide as she was sucking her nipples earlier. The open mouthed face of Pushpa was very enticing. Smitha looking at her lips said

'Your lips are promiscuous'

'Are they' she asked?

'Yes, and I am going to kiss them' she said.

'Please' hissed Pushpa wetting her lips with her tongue.

'Open your mouth wider' commanded Smitha.

Pushpa opened her mouth wide.

Smitha thrust her tongue inside Pushpa's mouth and started lapping her insides. Pushpa closed her lips on her tongue and as soon as she did so, Smitha rammed her lips on hers and kissed them fervently. She sucked her lips deep inside her mouth and her tongue ravaged the insides of Pushpa's mouth.

Kissing her Smitha put her hand down and as it landed on the opening of her night gown, she slid her hand in and Pushpa screamed in delight.

Smitha forced her hand inside and as Pushpa was not wearing any bra, her hand met with the soft mellow breast of hers. Smitha cupped her small mound in her hand. Pushpa was going wild with passion and as she felt Smitha's hand squeeze her mellow breast she creamed in her pants and cried out 'I am coming, I am coming.'

Smitha hugged her to her body and when her passion subsided, Pushpa got up and kissed Smitha passionately on her lips.

Smitha coming out of the trance and still holding Pushpa said 'I don't know what took over me.'

'You had it all trapped inside and it had to blow out' she replied.

'But what we did? Is it right' she asked again?

'There's no harm in it and of course you needed it very badly' replied Pushpa.

'Yes, I am a starved woman' replied Smitha.

'I can understand your feelings. That is why I have come to you' said Pushpa.

'Do you know, My husband is a rogue' she said.

'It is obvious from your wounds' replied Pushpa.

'I am worried about my son' said she.

'You don't have to. He will understand your feelings' replied Pushpa.

'I have only him to fall back on' she said.

'And he wont disappoint you, I promise' said Pushpa.

'He is so adoring and so obedient' she said thinking of him fetching the cream and applying it on her.

'Yes, and as he is a willing student, you can mould him in any manner you want' Pushpa said thinking of him on the sofa.

'I have to take more care of him' said Smitha.

'Yes and also be free with him' said Pushpa boldly.

'Meaning' asked Smitha?

'Well he is growing up. His dad is always out and he needs all the love and support which only you can give him. Be liberal, encourage him and hold him close to your heart' she said.

'Encourage him. In what way' Smitha asked?

'How shall I say? Allow him to anoint your back, show him a little of your charms and encourage him as you encouraged me' she said smiling at her.

'What you are implying is a bit difficult to enact' said Smitha.

'Did you not like what happened just now' she asked?

'Yes' she replied.

'Did you find anything wrong or did you find any difficulty in doing it' she asked?

After thinking for a while she replied 'No'

'Then what's troubling you' she asked.

'With him will it not be different' she asked?

'Yes, it would be different but to the liking of you both' she said.

'Will you be there if anything goes wrong' she asked looking at her?

'I have come here with that purpose' said Pushpa.

(At that moment Smitha could not read the meaning of it. It was only when all the pieces of puzzle fell in place she realized it.)

'How shall I start' asked Smitha?

'Continue from where you left yesterday. Ask him to remove your blouse before applying the cream' said Pushpa.

'Shall I wear this one' she asked lifting the blouse she had worn earlier.

'No it would be asking for too much. Wear the one which has hooks on the back' replied Pushpa.

'I will try' said Smitha putting her clothes back on her.

'By the way, where does he go every morning' she asked?

'He goes for a swim, and then goes to a Gym and then he is with his friends for a while' said Smitha.

'Where does he go for a swim' asked Pushpa casually.

'Why? He goes to the pond in our estate' replied Smitha.

'Good' saying this Pushpa got up and left Smitha alone.

Smitha got up and after a change of clothes she came down but did not find Pushpa. She forgot about her and went out to take care of her duties.

It was late in the evening that Pushpa came in and straight away went to her room complaining of a head ache.

Ten minutes later Suresh stepped in and by the look of him, he looked exuberant and he asked 'how is your back now?'

'It's much better since you applied the new ointment' said his mother.

'You need to apply it for two more days' said Suresh moving towards the sitting room.

Smitha, when she entered the sitting room saw him sitting on the sofa. Coming over she sat down on the sofa and after a few minutes chit chat as Suresh asked her whether she was ready for the ointment she said 'not here lets go to the next room.'

Suresh got up and followed his mother. On entering the room he was pleased to see the room contain one low couch which suited his needs perfectly. As he saw his mother stand near the couch, he went across to her and said 'it's great.

His mother smiled before lying across the couch face down. Suresh then parted his mother sari covering her back and as his eyes saw that she was wearing a sleeveless blouse he was excited.

His mother had put on a black sleeveless blouse which looked dazzling on her fair body. As the blouse was old it stuck to her as a second skin showing off the contours of her body very prominently and her bare arms were alluring to look at.

Suresh kept eyeing his mother's back and as his gaze went below he was thrilled to see the impressions of her prominent buttocks protruding out of her sari. This was the first time he had seen the impressions of her buttocks and seeing them he got excited.

As Suresh started to apply the cream his mother said 'why don't you remove my blouse'

Suresh was thrilled to hear her words and as he detached the last hook and spread the blouse he was amazed to see only a string which held her bra. After freeing the blouse from its hooks as he tried to tug it off her body, his mother helped him in removing it out from her body.

Suresh eyes were rewarded with the sexiest scene he could envisage. His eyes were rewarded with his mother's almost naked back except for a black string holding her bra. Her heavy bare arms and the hair peeping from under her armpits were electrifying to watch. Her luscious waist was most appealing. Looking further down he saw a wide gap between the mounds of her buttocks and her sari and when his eyes peeped at the opening he could only see dark patch. Seeing all this he was aroused.

With an aroused state of mind Suresh first spread a thick layer of cream over her wounds and then slowly started to spread it over her back. When all the cream was evenly spread he started to caress her back.

Smitha started to squirm as she felt his fingers caressing and stroking her back and as his hands reached under her sides she slowly lifted her hands up showing for a split second her rich mounds stacked behind the sleek black bra.

Suresh was amazed on seeing her rich mounds. His caressing became more sensuous and his hands wandered all over her body. As his fingers got entangled with the string of her bra and when he pulled his fingers back, the knot got untied and her bra was loosened. Suresh again got a glimpse of the underside of her rich breasts.

Smitha felt the knot of her bra get untied. Her heavy breasts got released and feeling that she was exposing them to him, she pressed herself on the couch squashing her breasts and hiding them from his gaze.

Suresh got excited and instinctively his hands reached down and caressed the plump flesh of her waist and as he wanted to see her bare breasts he even tried to turn her up a little.

Smitha got excited as she felt him trying to turn her up. Moaning softly she said 'tie the knot back.'

'Which knot' asked Suresh.

'The one holding my bra' she replied.

'Why. Asked her son caressing her back?

'Because I want to turn around' she spoke softly.

'Really,' he said as his eyes were riveted on the sides of her swollen breasts.

'If you tie the knot then I will turn around' replied his mother.

Suresh immediately took hold of the string and tied the knot.

Smitha turned over slowly.

Suresh's eyes popped out from their sockets as his mother turned exposing her bra clad chest to him. He saw that the thin cups of her black bra could hardly cover her heavy breasts. He saw the flesh of her mounds juggling out of her bra and looking down; his eyes were riveted on her belly. The swollen belly added to her charms, and on looking upon her belly button his eyes were glued on it.

Smitha seeing her son deeply engrossed in looking at her body asked 'are you happy?'

'Yes, thank you' said Suresh.

'You need not thank me. It's a gift for helping me out with my bruises' replied his mother.

'Oh! Thanks again' replied Suresh.

'You are cute' saying this as his mother got up she saw Suresh holding her blouse in his hand and wanting to convey something to her. Seeing him hesitate she asked 'do you want to put it back'

'Yes, allow me' he said.

In response to it, his mother stretched her arms in front and Suresh sliding the blouse inside her arms leaned forward to hook it up. As he leaned forward to fix her hooks, his mother put her arms around his neck and hugged him once.

Suresh was enchanted on being hugged and as he withdrew his hands from her after hooking her blouse, he deliberately brushed them against her breasts.

As Smitha felt his hands brush her breasts she said 'so you had to feel them.'

Suresh smiled at her and moving away from her said 'yes'

Smitha was very much happy with the day's events.

CHAPTER III

Next morning a refreshed Pushpa came down to see Smitha sitting at the dining table alone and there was no sign of Suresh.

Pushpa came over and sitting by her side asked 'how is your back today'

Smitha smiled and replied 'it is much better today and by tomorrow it should be fine'