Misc. Erotica The Saint or the Scoundrel

A blood-curdling shriek of agony and a yell of victory rang out through the room and for a moment Rudra was too stunned to react. Then he rushed through the door of the boudoir and what he saw made his blood run cold.

Mastan and his mother Deepa, both still naked, were locked in a violent struggle on the bed whose sheets were now red with blood. Mastan was a powerfully built man and he could have thrown Deepa off in a jiffy but for the fact that his throat was slit right across and blood was gurgling out in huge bursts.

Deepa's face was maniacal. She was sitting on Mastan's crotch, with his penis still stuck in her cunt, just as it was while she was bouncing on it a second ago but the wicked blade in the cellphone in her right hand was now embedded in Mastan's belly. Rudra watched in horror as his mother pulled the knife across the belly and Mastan in a last ditch, but futile attempt, to save himself, leapt off the bed. It was perhaps the last living move that he ever made.

As he fell on the floor, Deepa freed herself from his penis embedded in her and raised her hands in a victorious posture. "That bloody bastard is dead will never insult us anymore", she exulted, with one fist clinched and the other still holding her weapon! Then for the coup-de-grace, she leaned down to on the body of her erstwhile tormenter and slashed through his groin and pulled out his testicles! Then she laughed out loud. A fearful crackling laugh that rang out through the room.

Rudra stared at his mother. Her stark naked body was covered with fresh red blood! On her face, her cheeks, her lips, her chin, her neck, her breasts, her nipples , her belly, her clean shaven pubis, the crack of her cunt, her thighs .... blood was dripping down her legs right on the body of their tormentor now lying at her feet! It was as if she was the Goddess Kali herself!!

"Ma ...", Rudra at last found his voice. "You have killed him."

"Now we have to run from here as fast as possible." Deepa was quickly getting back to her senses.

"Like this? Naked?" Rudra too was stark naked.

"You want to go and beg for your pants?"

"No, No ... Ok. Which way?"

"Into the forest first. Then we will think."

"Let me try to find another knife or a gun."

"Too late, I hear someone rushing towards."

"I am bolting the door." Rudra ran to the heavy door and peeped out. Indeed two of the guards were running towards the room and he barely managed to slam it on their faces and bolted it. It was not a second too soon as immediately the hammering started but he still managed to slide another bolt and sprinted back to his mother and the dead body.

"Check the verandah." Deepa shouted as shots rang out as the guards tried to shoot through the door but the solid 'Burma Teak' door was quite sturdy -- but it wouldn't last too long anyway.

"Come, let us go." Rudra was screaming at his mother.

"Wait, we can't leave without this." Deepa bent down and yanked out the heavy gold talisman from the dead man's neck and sprinted out into the verandah that overlooked the forest.

Fortunately this part of the compound was strictly off limits for most of the camp staff and so there was no one to hinder their escape. But it was ten foot drop to the ground and then the ground sloped away toward the gathering gloom of the dense forest. Mother and son wavered for a minute and then they heard the door splintering -- there was nothing else to do but jump! Both hit the ground on all fours and the talisman was knocked out of Deepa's hand but she managed to pick it up before they started to sprint for the safety of the trees.

Behind them they heard a great commotion building up. Obviously the guards must have been confused about what to do? Try to help the dying man? Or chase the attackers? Some random shots were fired but in the excitement and the darkness the shots were wide off the mark and it was barely a minute before the two fugitives were in the trees.

Rudra slowed down but Deepa snarled, "Keep moving."

"Will they be chasing us." Rudra whispered.

"We can't wait to find us. Keep running."

"Be careful, do not trip over," and immediately tripped on root and went crashing to the forest floor.

"Shhh ... Quiet." Deepa dropped down to the ground next to her son and looked back towards the camp from where they had just escaped.

As expected, there was a general hubbub of noise and confusion in the camp. A couple of people were standing on the verandah looking towards them in the forest, but they could hear many more shouting and screaming inside. Perhaps trying to make sense of the badly lacerated body and the blood stains leading out towards the verandah.

"Can they see us here?"

"Unlikely ... the forest is quite dense here and it is almost dark."

"But I am sure that if they start looking, they will be able to follow the trail quite easily."

"So let us keep moving."

"Like this, naked?"

"Unless you want to go back there and ask for the clothes, we do not have a choice."

"So let us move. It is Navami today -- the ninth day of the bright lunar fortnight -- and there will be the fairly bright moon in the sky."

"What an unusual Durga puja we are having this year."

"Come to think of it, we killed that bastard almost at the instant of the Sandhi Puja -- when Ashtami rolls into Navami."

"So you are not just not my mother, but the Divine Mother Durga, who kills the Mahishasura Demon during Durga Puja," exclaimed Rudra.

"That is symbolic, this was real."

Suddenly some people appeared on the ground beneath the verandah and started pointing towards the forest in which they were hidden.

"I don't think it is safe to stay here any longer, kiddo. Move," and there was a sudden sense of fear and urgency in her voice.

"Which way do we go?"

"First task is to put as much distance between us and the camp, then we can start thinking."

Mother and son moved as swiftly and quietly as possible through the dense forest. It was almost dark now and had it not been for the moon their movement would have been impossible. Thankfully there were no signs of pursuit, at least not yet, and so after an hour or so, they stopped in a tiny little clearing in the forest where the moonlight reached the forest floor.

"Oh God, I am tired."

"And I am dying of thirst."

"Where can we get water in this forest?"

"Where can we get anything in this forest?"

"In fact we have nothing with us at the present."

"Nothing other than this cellphone and the talisman."

"Which is of no use to in this hunger and thirst."

"We need a little rest and to collect our thoughts."

"Then let us sit here for a while, my legs are aching."

"You have had a rough day, Ma, let me press your legs a little. Will feel good."

"That is really nice of you, kid, but what about you?"

"I am doing OK. Come, let us sit down on beneath this tree."

"The moon is too bright. Let us move into the shade."

Deepa stretched herself out on the forest floor and Rudra started to massage her legs.

"What a mess, you are all bloody all over."

"The blood of that son of satan ..." Deepa murmured.

"We will need to wash this off somewhere."

"There are so many things that we need to do ...."

"I know that we have been in many tough situations, but this is the strangest by far."

"You bet."

After ten minutes or so of her son's gentle massage, Deepa gave a soft sigh of comfort and sat up. "Time for me to press your limbs, kiddo," she volunteered.

"Oh no Ma, I am just fine .. it is you who has had the roughest day today."

"True, kiddo. Ever since we arrived at that dratted place in the afternoon."

"I am sorry, Ma, for what I did today ..." Rudra was genuinely feeling bad about what had happened in the room.

"You never had a choice in the matter, kid and neither did I."

"But still, there is a sense of guilt, because, because ... " he really could not utter it.

"Because somewhere down there, you did -- even if you did not want to -- feel good.."

"Yes .." his voice was a just a whisper.

"Which is why you got an erection .. and was about to cum in my cunt!"

"I could not help it, Ma, believe me."

"I don't have to believe it, kid, I know. I know my son. I know exactly what goes through his mind."

"I am sorry, I am so sorry ... it will never happen again."

"I will give you a one tight slap --- if you ever utter that sorry word again! Never, ever apologise for this."

"So what should I do?"

"Hug me, hold me tight in your arms ... you are the only one that I have in the world, the only one that cares for me. No one knows that better than I do." She burst into a sob.

"Please do not cry, Ma. I will always be there for you." He threw his hands around her shoulders and pulled her into his chest.

Mother and son were silent for minute as neither of them knew what to say. But then words left unsaid silently travelled along their arms and pulled them closer and deeper into each other -- physically, mentally and metaphorically. Rudra's big body was a wall of stability, of safety, a cocoon of protection in which his mother was seeking sanctuary. There seemed to be a magic salve on his palms as they gently swept over and patted her butts and then softly, very softly squeezed the gentle swell of her breasts. She raised her face and their eyes locked into each other's and what they saw sent shivers of excitement through their bodies -- moist with blood and now sweat! The talisman and the cellphone were both forgotten as Deepa reached out and pulled hers son's face into her own. Their lips locked on each other and suddenly mother and son were kissing each other with a rare passion that none had known for a long time. It was a rare and precious moment of relief from the intense pressure that they had been in the last couple of hours -- as they were beaten, stripped, humiliated and raped. It was as if the chains of their bondage had just been broken by the magic of pure love.

Deepa jerked herself into Rudra's lap and almost immediately she felt the hard erection of his penis against her own cunt. She felt his hands slide down to her butts and raise them off the ground and then he was pressing the soft swell of her clean shaven mons into his rapidly hardening penis. Perhaps it was the blood, perhaps it was the sweat or perhaps it was her own juices of sexual excitement but it seemed that with hardly any effort she found her son's big and hard penis sliding into her own vagina. She gave a groan of pleasure.

"Ma. Does that hurt?"

"No dear, this is heaven!"

"Is it?"

Deepa smiled and the light of the moon illuminated mother and son in a situation that could not be any more awkward! They had just been sexually humiliated by a powerful thug whom they had then murdered. They were trying to escape from people who must be baying for their blood, but were stranded alone in the middle of an unknown jungle, stark naked, with nothing to defend them or find their way to safety -- yet all they had on their mind was sex!

Was it because it was the only oasis of certain comfort in these frightfully uncertain circumstances? Whatever may be the reason, for mother and son the profane pleasure of each other's bodies was the only reality and they revelled in it as time crawled to a halt in the moonlit forest!

Seconds became minutes and perhaps even hours as Deepa and Rudra, mother and son, both naked, threw themselves together on the forest floor. Locked to each other from face to crotch, his penis pumping in and out of her cunt, their tongues darting through each other lips, they had abandoned logic and reason in the throes of a sexual excitement -- feeling each other, feeding on each other and draining the last dregs of succour and satisfaction from each other's bodies.

Suddenly, Rudra felt a tightening of his loins, the first rumble of the approaching ejaculation. "Ma, I am coming," he hissed. But alas, that was not to be for at that very moment the tinkle of a far off bell broke their reverie and the two of them jumped apart! Deepa grabbed her phone and Rudra the talisman!

"What on earth was that?"

"Sounds like temple in the neighbourhood?"

"Would it be safe to search for it?"

"Unless you want to spend the night here."

"Not a bad idea." Rudra grinned!

"No, we must be nuts, behaving like this. When we should be thinking of saving our lives." Deepa was feeling a little guilty!

"Then let us move forward again."

"But how will we explain our current state to anyone?"

"Let us find someone to explain to ... then we decide."

Which is exactly how it happened.

The sound of the bell was faint and distant but after walking for some more time, they spied a flicker of light through the trees. Creeping closer they found a derelict temple all wrapped up in the aerial roots of a giant banyan tree. There was no one in sight but a tiny lamp burning inside cast a faint glow through the broken door.

"Should I go in and check?" Rudra volunteered.

"No, you stay here and watch. I will go in." Deepa's voice was a command. She did not want to endanger her son but just to make him feel comfortable, she added "If you see any problem jump in."

She flipped open the knife in the phone and walked briskly towards the light. But just before she reached it a wild and unkempt figure suddenly ran out of the temple and before either mother and son could react, he had prostrated himself in front of her feet and started shouting "Mother, Divine Mother ... you have come, at last I see you in your full glory!" He was bowing and banging his head on the floor again and again.

Rudra rushed forward .. and then held back and watched ..

Deepa was initially taken aback but realised almost immediately that the wild and, now that she noticed it, naked man on floor must either be a lunatic or more likely a tantrik adept who would have assumed that this bloody naked woman in front of him was an incarnation of the Divine Mother, Shakti, Kali or Durga! He must have been practising his divine crafts in the solitude of the jungle and would have believed that his incantations had caused the Goddess to materialise as a sign of benediction! Could she leverage this situation to their benefit? She decided that she must.

After a few minutes, the adept raised his eyes and saw that Deepa had metamorphosed into a classic Devi posture -- with the knife raised in one hand while the other formed a gesture of benevolence. He stared long and hard at the image of Devi-in-the-Nude Deepa and suddenly he got up.

"So you are the Devi who has killed that ogre Mastan during Sandhi Puja?" A smile of great beatitude cracked his lips.

"How do you know?" Deepa was taken aback even as Rudra moved forward to see if he could help.

"You may think that this is a jungle, but news travels fast. Everybody knows that the Ogre is dead ... and we are happy. In fact we are grateful to you my Devi, my Goddes, for being rid of him."

"That means that his people would know that I am here. We are in trouble."

"No one dares to come to this Chandi temple, the tantrik's den."

"Baba! Holy Father!! I need your help." Deepa threw down her knife and prostrated herself at his feet.

"Come, you are safe here. And who is this young man?"

"My son, my bodyguard and more ..."

"It seems that all of us are sky-clad (nude) here. Just as the Divine Mother Chandi is in this temple here."

"I am sorry that there is nothing material that I can provide you with in this Chandi temple." Rakhal-baba, the tantrik adept, was very apologetic. "Other than a few fruits that some of my devotees leave near the banyan tree on the road, there is nothing else that comes in here."

"We are blessed to be alive, Baba." Deepa was very reverential. Mother, son and their tantrik benefactor were squatting on the floor in the temple after a sparse meal of fruits. Deepa and Rudra had had a quick bath in a little pond behind the temple but all three were nude. Deepa had just finished explaining the absurdity of their current situation to the tantrik adept while Rudra was examining the gold talisman that his mother had snatched from the dying Mastan's neck.

"Do you think that the Mastan's men will try to hunt us down? and kill us?"

"These are total thugs who do things for profit. They would not touch you, unless there is a profitable reason to do so."

"This talisman is made of solid gold and would cost a fortune."

"But there is something here that could be more valuable."

"I know, Mastan would refer to it as his most valuable possession -- his prana-bhomra, his life seed."

"There is a tiny micro SD card located in this little chamber."

"That must contain the passwords of his numerous bank accounts. He was always afraid that someone will take it from him."

"Give me the cellphone, I will see if I can put it in and read the data there."

"If that be the case, I am sure that the current crop of thugs will want to get their hands on it."

"That gives us a bargaining chip, that will allow you to buy your freedom out of this hell hole."

"We are at your mercy Baba. Can you please help us out with this?"

"Who am I to help? My days are numbered. It is the Divine Mother who will lead you out of this."

"But you could be her instrument? of our deliverance?"

"You are a real smart Devi yourself." Smiled Rakhal Baba and Deepa was overcome by the sweetness of that aged, craggy face.

"May I have the good fortune of being blessed by you?" Deepa kneeled forward and placed her head between the Baba's feet, inches from where the Baba's limp penis and gigantic balls were resting on the floor. Rudra was still fiddling with the the cellphone. He never noticed Baba's hands were on his mother's head and as Deepa watched with quiet satisfaction, the Baba's penis grew slowly erect until it was touching her forehead.

"I think I have solved the problem." Rudra muttered to himself.

"Can you see the passwords?" Deepa pulled herself up and turned to face her son. Her body was still shivering from the touch of the Baba's penis.

"There is an excel spreadsheet plus some other files that I have copied into the phone memory."

"Now we need to fix a trade."

"Day is breaking and the two of you have barely slept tonight."

"That is true, I am dog tired."

"I suggest that you sleep now. Today is Navami, the ninth day of the bright quarter. Tonight I will try to get someone to meet the thugs and sort things out."

Mother and son, slept like a log through the day and it was late in afternoon Rakhal Baba came and called that they woke up.

"What news?"

"Deal is done. Mastan's sidekick Ratan is now the boss and all that he wants is the access to the bank accounts."

"How will we give it to him?"

"I would need to take it down to the banyan tree and leave it there and pick up your clothes and other articles."

"And then we can leave?"

"Not so fast Devi. Ratan is a smart and suspicious character. Only when he has accessed all the accounts and retrieved the money will he allow you to leave the forest."

"Oh dear."

"But don't worry, you will be safe here."

"I hope that we will not be a distraction to your religious activities."

"Perhaps you could help! After all every sadhak ( seeker) needs a sadhika for the sadhana (search)." There was a hint of smile playing on his lips.

"Perhaps it will be my honour to do so." Deepa smiled as well.

The three of them left the temple and followed a narrow and barely visible path through the forest. After fording a river and skirting a hill they finally arrived where the forest cover was beginning to thin out.

"How far Baba?" Stepping out of the jungle in her state of nudity was something that Deepa was obviously uncomfortably with.

"You see that banyan tree," Rakhal-baba pointed to the horizon. "That is where I need to leave the that talisman and hopefully pick up your kit."

"Should we wait for you here?"

"That is up to you but I think you should. People are used to seeing me naked in this forest. They may be taken aback by a forest nymph and his stud of a son!"

"OK. Here is the talisman." Deepa handed it over to Rakhal-baba.

"We will never see this again, let me take a picture."

Rakhal baba held the talisman up in front of his face and Rudra clicked a picture. Then tantrik took it and disappeared into the darkness.

"What if he never comes back?"

"Don't worry, kid. I can make out a genuine man from a mile away."

Mother and son huddled in the forest and were silent for a long time. Then Rudra whispered. "Ma have you noticed something about Rakhal baba?"

"What?"

"The size of his penis? His balls?"

"I am not surprised.Tantriks have sex as a part of the their liturgy, their sacrament -- an outward expression of their religion."

"What if he tries to Ra*e you?"

"If I read him right, he would never force himself but .."

"But what?"

"To be honest I really wouldn't mind!"

"You have had sex with many people."

"Yes dear ... but what are you getting at?"

"Do you really enjoy having sex? Do you look forward to sex?"

"Why do you ask?"

"Because of the kind of people that you seem to be having sex with are not very nice ones."

"Oh well, when did I last have a choice?" sighed Deepa.

"But on the other hand, I have been dreaming of sex ever since ..."

"Ever since your body realised what sex means."

"I have been jerking off, masturbating .."

"Until you finally got to actually fuck me yesterday."

"I wish it was different but then, I really could not help myself."

"See even now, you are getting an erection." Deepa smiled and stroked her son's penis.

"I cannot help myself, Ma."

"When the situation is right, sex is a rich and powerful passion."

"So you think that Rakhal-baba can create that right situation."

"I have not had consensual sex, loving sex, for a very long time, kiddo ... and sometimes the mind craves for it. And the body is a slave of the mind ... as this erect penis of yours is a slave of your deepest desires."

"Being naked together in the forest is a ... is a .."

"Dangerous situation, because we are mother and son ... not lovers in the conventional sense."

"Who is bothered about convention?" Rakhal-baba's booming voice caught them totally unawares!

"Oh Baba, you are back!" Deepa was the first to recover her wits and turn away from her son.

"Mother and son, lord and lover .. all these relationships are but illusory when you contemplate upon the Divine."

"I don't understand."

"You will, when the time comes. But look I have got your clothes. You can get dressed now"

Hurriedly, mother and son put on their clothes. The thugs had also sent back their wallets and purses that had been confiscated at the gate and they were relieved to see that credit cards, driver's licenses, cash and everything else were all there. The thugs had kept their part of the bargain. But they had also sent a warning that if they could not access the bank accounts then mother and son would be murdered in the forest!

"Now what?"

"We go back to the temple and wait for the all clear signal."

"How long will that be?"

"I don't know but what is the hurry?"

"Nothing, but I want to leave this place and its terrible memories behind."

"You will. Tomorrow is Vijaya Dashami, where the world celebrates the killing of the demon -- including the demon that you have slain. Then three weeks from now is the new moon when tantriks will celebrate Kali and householders will welcome the Deepannwita Lakshmi, the Divine Lady of Grace. Would you not want to join us Deepa?"

"Of course Baba ... of course we will," said Deepa immediately and Rudra shook his head in vigorous agreement.

The next three weeks passed in a blur. With cash in their pocket and clothes to cover their nudity, mother and son paid a few surreptitious visits to a village bazar under the cover of darkness and managed to get a few provisions that Deepa managed to cook in an open fire behind the dilapidated temple.

One morning Deepa woke up to discover that she had had her menstrual period. Rudra gallantly offered to get some sanitary pads for her but Deepa didn't care. In fact she was jubilant. "Now I know that there is no chance of me carrying that bastard's child."

"Did he ejaculate?"

"I don't think so, but now I am so relieved that even if he did, it did not matter."

"The Goddess knows what to accept and what to throw away," was all that Rakhal said mysteriously!

They also spent a few days exploring the beauty of the Chotanagpur forests, the Ghats, the tiny, quick flowing rivers where Rudra even caught a few fish -- it was like a grand picnic, but under the shadow of the thugs!

Rakhal-baba was generally indifferent to their existence. He went about in his state of nudity, spending most of his time in prayer, chants, incantations in the temple until it was the time of the new moon, Kali Puja!

"Mother, I need you tonight." Deepa was startled to hear Rakhal-baba addressing her as Mother.

"Yes, my Lord, I am at your service."

"For the last three weeks, I have seen you as my Mother, Mother Kali, but tonight, my Mother will become my Lover."

"I am ready my Lord, to take my Lord as my Lover."

"But you need to be strong, very strong and do exactly what I tell you."

"I will. Your wish is my command, my Lord."

"This may be a very difficult command but I am sure you can do it."

"What is it my Lord? Let me hear it."

"I will tell you when the time is right."

"I will not fail you my Lord. I promise you in the name of the Goddess Chandi who has saved us from certain death."

"And promise me that you will leave this jungle tomorrow, and never ever come back here again."

"Never? Shall we not see you again?"

"No, I have heard from Ratan and he is happy with the bank accounts that you have given him."

"And how shall we leave?"

"You remember that banyan tree? there will be a bus there at the crack of dawn. It will take you to Chandil."

That evening, Rakhal created a pyre behind the temple where, as he explained helpfully, they would later need to light a holy flame. An hour before midnight Rakhal-baba led Deepa to the pond and after stripping her naked took her into the water and had a bath together. Rudra followed the couple but stayed discreetly in the background.

Still in the nude, Rakhal and Deepa walked into the temple but Rudra was not sure if he should intrude into their privacy when Rakhal-babu smiled and gestured him to come inside. "I need you to ring these tiny temple bells when our worship starts," Rudra was relieved, "and throw some incense into the fire if it seems to be going out." Next, Rakhal pulled out a big pot of local liquor took a huge swig and held it out for Deepa and Rudra. It was real strong stuff and neither of them could handle more than two or three gulps each.

Then at 24 minutes before midnight, just as the buzz from the liquor hit them, Rakhal lit a set of oil lamps in front of the stone image of the naked Goddess Chandi, threw in a handful incense and filled the room with a dark, roiling smoke! Then he sat down in front of the idol and pulled Deepa into his lap -- and through the smoke, Rudra saw that his giant erection gently and smoothly had slipped into his mother's cunt.

What followed was an explosion of sexual activity. Rakhal was loudly chanting strange mantras, Deepa was moaning and groaning with pleasure and Rudra was tinkling the temple bells. In the flickering light of the fire and the coils of incense smoke Rakhal and Deepa, The Tantrik and his sadhika, the Lord and the Lover, The Mother and the Son, Kali and Shiva, Durga and Shiva all seemed to merge into an expression of inexplicable exuberance.

Rudra watched with mixture of terror and ecstasy as his Mother shrieked and squealed on her Lover's erection and the two of them tumbled across the floor -- sometimes it was the man on top and sometimes it was the woman! It was as if a seething cauldron of sexual ecstasy was flooding through the room. In all this turmoil of excitement, Rudra found that -- as in the past -- his hands were in his pants, stroking and pulling at his own erection.

This might have gone on for hours but if somebody had kept an eye of the clock then at the exact stroke of midnight Rakhal's voice rang out with a loud call to Kali. Through the dense smoke, Rudra saw that his body was jerking with massive ejaculation and Deepa too was screaming with pleasure as she felt the flow of his hot semen spray into her womb! Strangely enough, Rudra too, came in his own fists!

Suddenly all went quiet. Rakhal got up and dragged Deepa to her feet. A hurried word in her ear and then he grasped the dagger from the idol of Chandi and gave it to her -- and before she knew it, Rakhal had pushed the dagger, which was still in Deepa's hand, into his own neck!!

"Mother you have now liberated me from these mortal bonds," was the last words that he uttered and collapsed on the ground -- at the feet of Deepa and the idol of the Goddess.

For a minute, everything was silent! Rudra was the first to regain his senses.

"Ma, I don't think we should stay here any more."

"I never thought that it would end like this."

"Let us run for the bus."

"First let me wash off the blood and put on some clothes."

"And perhaps we should put him on the funeral pyre that he had created for himself and set his mortal remains alight."

Mother and son reached Calcutta late in the day but fortunately the next day, was a holiday for Bhai-Phonta ( or Bhai-Dooj, when sisters fete their brothers.) They got up late and the first thing that they heard on TV was the news of Mastan's death in a road accident in Jharkhand!

"Why are they covering up the real story, Ma." Rudra was curious.

"I think that Ratan is happy to get the money and does not want a big investigation into the circumstances .."

"That is good for us. Isn't it?"

"You bet! I wouldn't want the police coming and asking us too many questions."

Another two weeks passed and the November weather was turning really pleasant. Days were becoming really short and Rudra was alone in their apartment, fidgeting in front of his computer. There was something that he had to say and share with his mother and mother alone but her mobile had been switched off for the past one hour. He was about to call her again when the bell rang and he rushed to the door.

"Mother, I have some great news ..." he started to blurt out.

"But I too have some greater news as well." She cut him out with a big smile.

"You have to listen to me first."

"Wait till I tell you mine." Mother and son were at a deadlock.

"Shall we toss a coin?" Rudra smiled.

"No. Wait. Let us savour this. Fix me a drink while I take a quick shower."

The next fifteen minutes were a torture for both mother and son but it was torture that was very pleasurable indeed. Rudra found a bottle of vodka and poured out two stiff pegs and was fidgeting on sofa when Deepa walked in ... and took his breath away!

Deepa was radiant! She was wearing a pair of white pajamas that stopped at her knees and a thin sleeveless shirt which had most of its buttons open. She was still drying her long hair that hung in an unruly mass around her smiling face.

"Kiddo, you must hear me first." She smiled and sat down on the sofa facing Rudra.

"Ok. Ladies first ... as usual."

"You know where I had been?"

"How would I know?"

"To the medical testing lab!" She was positively beaming.

"For what?"

"To confirm what I had already suspected ... that I am pregnant! I am going to have another baby"

"Oh Ma.. how sweet of you." Rudra bubbled. "And who is the father?"

"Guess .. you are old enough to figure that out."

"God! It must be Rakhal baba ... in front of the Goddess Chandi!".

"Of course, you remember that I had my periods just a few days before ..."

"Oh what an awesome baby you must be having in here ..." Rudra rushed forward and started feeling his mother's tummy inside her shirt.

"Yes, kid. That is indeed a very precious gift that we have brought back from Chandil."

"And I was present when you conceived him .. or her." Rudra was suddenly feeling very horny again. "I saw Rakhal baba fucking you in that temple right here ..." He untied his mother's pajama strings and pulled it down. A layer of rough stubble had sprouted on Deepa's pubes where Rudra had started to kiss her.

"You are tickling me," Deepa squealed but did not stop her son. Infact she tousled her hair and rubbed his nose on her cunt.

"This calls for a real celebration." Rudra turned around to pick up the vodka and handed one to Deepa.

"Cheers ..." and they clinked glasses.

"Now what is your story? kiddo." In his excitement, Rudra had forgotten what he had been waiting to tell his mother.

"Ok, you remember that spreadsheet that was there in that talisman."

"Yes, the one containing the passwords -- the one that we had to give to Ratan."

"We had given the spreadsheet to Ratan but there was something else in that disk that I had copied into your magic phone."

"What was that?"

"It was a private key to the account of a Liechtenstein bank?"

"I don't understand what you mean .. but do I smell fortune?"

"Yes," beamed Rudra. "Common ebanking portals have a simple userid and password but the real big ones that deal with real shady people have a different mechanism -- they have encrypted keyfiles that must be sent across when you want to access the account."

"And you did not give that to Ratan? What if he comes after us?"

"He would not even know that it exists. He would be happy to pull out the money from the plethora of Indian banks ... and I am sure that there were crores of rupees with them."

"But this Liechtenstein bank? what is in there?"

"That is exactly what I have cracked today. It is a numbered account with no names and addresses. Only a number and a private key file that is stored in your cellphone and now in my computer!"

"So only we have access to it!"

"Yes, Ma ... "

"And how much is the money that we have there?"

"More than 20 million Euros! Can you believe that?"

"Can we pull it out?"

"I just transferred a small amout -- about ten thousand rupees -- to your SBI account. I did not wish to raise suspicions with anything larger yet"

"Has it come?" Deepa could hardly believe her ears.

"Yes!" smiled Rudra, "you can check your account and you will find the credit. Ma ... we are rich now!"

"Yes ... yes ... we are rich." Deepa threw the whole of the vodka into her throat and jumped up in joy. "We are rich!" she was exultant. "We wouldn't have to up with any nonsense from anyone anymore." She threw her arms around her son oblivious to the fact that her pajamas had dropped off. Rudra picked her up in his arms and felt her legs wrap around his waist ... her pubic stubble rough on his belly!

For the next one hour later mother and son, still not able to believe their good fortune, looked carefully through the accounts of both the European and the Indian banks until they were sure that they really had the money.

"So how do we celebrate this Ma?"

"What do you want to do son?"

"Can I fuck you once again ... nice and smooth and lovingly."

"Sure," she pulled off his pants but the vodka was faster than her and before she knew it, Rudra was dead to the world, sleeping peacefully in his mother's arms.

Deepa smiled to herself. Perhaps there will be another day but right now, for some strange reason she was neither sleepy nor too horny. She got up and picked up yet another shot of vodka when her eyes fell on the all important cellphone that had played such an important role in their life.

It was a knife, it was a file storage device and then she remembered it was also a camera ... and it would have the picture of Rakhal baba, the father of the child in her womb, taken when he was carrying the talisman away ....

She looked through the files until she found the image and brought it to the screen ... and she gasped! in utter surprise!!

Staring at her from behind the talisman, that he was holding out in his hand, was not Rakhal baba, the Saint from Chandil, but the smiling face of the man whom she knew as the Scoundrel Mastan!!!

How could that be? Her brain was in a whirl? Was it the vodka? No she shook her head to clear the cobwebs and looked again ... and there it was right in front of her eyes. Mastan smiling at her from the phone display. "No, it cannot be ..." she screamed and tried to close the picture and pressed some keys. There was a message on the screen ... "Confirm delete?" She pressed another key and the picture was erased for ever!

A wave of confusion washed over Deepa. Did she see it right? How could it be? She wondered. After all there had been a three week gap between .... But then again how was it that the death was announced only after they were back in Calcutta!

So who was the father of the child in her belly? The Saint? or the Scoundrel? Or were they same? Did it matter? Did she really care?​