Gunmay, an 18-year-old male lay on his bed in Igatpuri, a town about 120 miles from the seven island metropolis of Mumbai. He was more commonly known by, and responded to, his nickname Guddu (adorable small boy), derived from the small male dolls on sale in the markets called Gudda. It was just as well he had a nickname, as his real name would be translated as virtuous, and his thoughts as he lay on his bed, slowly fisting his cock to fullness, were far from virtuous.
His spit wettened hand moved up and back his thick eight-inch shaft, from its base to its wide head, and his fingers traced the veins that stood proud along its length. Precum started to form on the slit at the apex of the one-eyed monster and he strained to make sure he didn't cum quickly. He switched off his laptop which had been open at the incest section of the Indian sex stories site and once again cursed the lack of good quality Indian porn on the net. All due to the Indian Government's Section 67 of the IT Act which criminalises "publishing or transmitting obscene material in electronic form" with imprisonment of up to five years and a fine of up to Rs 10 lakh.
His mind went over the 40 or so different fantasies he had regarding his mother Meera, and he selected one he had not used for a while in his twice-daily masturbation sessions that always involved his 37-year-old mother. He stroked faster as the script in his mind started to play out. He shut his eyes and concentrated on himself about to bathe. Because the plumbing was out of action, he was having to stand and use a bucket of heated water and a sponge. In his mind's eye, his mother entered, her 34 30 36-inch body covered, as always at home, by a loose kurta top that reached below her knees. Although the front and back panels were split to the knee her baggy kurta trousers ensured she displayed no flesh.
"Don't start till I am ready," she said to her son and disrobed displaying, no flaunting, her soft, yet not sagging tits with their large almost black areolae and thick already hard stubby nipples. Guddu made a mental adjustment and miraculously her nipples became pierced with large, heavy, dark gold rings. Yes, that was better. His eyes looked down at her slit and yes, as always in his fantasies, it was starting to moisten below her thick black pubic bush. She watched intently, her tongue wetting her lips as she disrobed and stood in front of the mirror, looking at his reflection. She began to wet the bar of soap and the sponges, rubbing them in the water until foam started to appear.
"Things will be different soon, dearest mother," said Guddu, as she started to wash his back. "I can't tell you the details yet, can't talk about it until the time is right, but we will be able to do this and extra more often." He felt positively giddy.
"We?" she asked sensuously, "we will be doing this and more regularly?" She ran her hands and soapy sponge over his skin, rubbing away the dirt and grime of his day.
"Oh, yes, we will be doing everything together, every day and night."
She nodded, as she knelt behind him so that she could wash his buttocks and his legs. "Yes, that is what I want," she said.
A treacherous thought invaded his fantasy. "You know your mother is traditional, conservative and devoted to your father Kanha. This would never happen." Guddu forced it from his mind and continued his incest fantasy number 27.
He turned around to face his mother. His penis was erect and swollen, jutting hungrily toward her face. He paused, waiting to see her reactions, and as always, her face sashayed into excited lust which she somehow controlled, and whispered "Wait until it is bursting with cum." She soaped the front of his legs and then his erect prick, as though it were just another part of him. "Yes, mother, longer and slower is better," Guddu moaned, his eyes never leaving his mother's hands. "It's always about making it better and better for us both if you know what I mean."
Her son turned around and faced his 5 ft 5-inch mother, and as she sang of the undying love in the song Tum Hi Ho, she anointed his chest with oil and then slowly sank to her knees before him. As she sang, she slid her oily hands over his stiff cock and balls until his fuck rod glistened in the light from the small window.
As she sang, his hands closed firmly around hers, and he started moving her hands slowly back and forth along his turgid length. She stroked his stiff rod under his guidance, the rhythmic wet sound of the oil under her fingers an accompaniment to her voice. One of his hands went to the top of her head, tilting her still young looking, attractive face up to look at him. She sang to her son, looking up at his face, seeing it flushed with arousal and desire in his eyes; the love he bore her, the hatred of not being together as a husband and wife. His mouth opened and his nostrils flared as her hands worked faster and faster on the erection before her, and she continued to sing of the lovers in the song and their passion, bright enough to light the sky.
And as she sang of the final doom that overtook them, he started to moan, and she stroked him harder and harder until at last, he grunted, and strings of his cum shot from the head of his swollen, glistening cock to splatter down upon her upturned face. She didn't blink or flinch as he ejaculated upon her, didn't miss a note or a word, but sang until he was finished, the song over, and his orgasm finished. Guddu groaned and she gently used her mouth to clean the cum from his cock.
As part one of his fantasy finished, in real life, Meera was lying in her room thinking. Igatpuri was a fairly small town, with a population of less than 40,000 and was far more traditional in thought and treatment of women than the big cities like Delhi or Mumbai. She had come from a village 25 kilometres from the Igatpuri and had been brought up even more conservatively. She was proud of her good character and that she was not a sex-starved, vulgar bitch, like some she had seen in the Bollywood movies at a friend's house as she did not watch them at her house. Of course, she didn't watch porn. The thought of wearing a western dress or even a midriff revealing saree made her shudder. As for the morals of the younger generation, she was revolted. How could they act like that enjoying sex, not being faithful? It was what she had been conditioned to believe.
But was that the real truth, she wondered? Lately, she had been thinking of sex most of the time, and not just quick fucks to get children. She was thinking of long, prolonged fucking where a tireless well-hung younger male ploughed her, doing his utmost to give her pleasure. She was 37 years old now and although she had born two children, she knew her 34D-30-36 body with its soft, full but non-saggy, tits and eye-catching, perfect, butter-like soft arse was still very attractive. But how long would it last before it transformed into that of an overweight flabby cow? Should she let her last years of desirability waste away?
She had naively, happily married at the age of 18 Kanhar, a minor Government official with almost no prospects of further advancement, after his proposal at the nearby Vihigaon Waterfall. They had continued to live at Igatpuri as they raised their two children: her favourite Guddu and his 19-year-old sister, the skinny plain, almost ugly, looking Prisha. She had never had eyes or thoughts of another man since her marriage, even though their unions in bed had been rare and short-lived. In fact, they had been non-existent for the last fifteen years since the time Kanhar had shown a liking for what she saw as depraved couplings. He had suggested that he wanted unusual sex. Things like watching her and a prostitute have lesbian sex before he fucked them. Since then, they had slept in separate beds.
She felt blessed because of her two children, but a little sad because her baby, Gundu, was to leave for Mumbai soon to attend the S P Jain Institute of Management and Research (better known as SPJIMR). Normally they would not have been able to afford this, but Kanhar had won a prize in an online lottery, and she had convinced him to spend it on Guddu's education. Not enough to send Guddu to Australia but enough to attend SPJIMR and a boarding house in Mumbai. Even though he could catch the train home some weekends, she would miss him.
Surprisingly she realised she had been idly toying with her love hole as she thought, and even more suprisingly she was very wet. She made the conscious decision to keep fingering her slit and clit.
Meanwhile, Guddu was continuing his fantasy. His cock, both in his fantasy and real-life was quivering and hard again. His mother, Meera, was bent at the waist gripping the washbasin as he ploughed her writhing body from behind. He gripped her full shapely arse as he drilled into her. She shrieked for deeper penetration. "Fuck me, fuck me deep, my son. Use your cock fully on your willing mother. I need it."
The thought made his veined cock swell even larger, and in his mind, he guided her to be on all fours on the bathroom floor. Her curvaceous body shook with her arms and hands outstretched gripping the side of the bath as she was fucked doggy style by her son. She was panting and gasping trying to force her hips back on her son's cock. He held her hips in his hands and pulled her arse back into his every forward thrust, hammering into her waiting pelvis. The soft, full round globes of her arse shook and her 34D melons swayed from side to side from his efforts. They both glistened with sweat in the subdued bathroom light, droplets dripping and flying from their hair and bodies with every thrust.
Guddu groaned, and paused in his brutal thrusting, holding himself deep within his mother and grinding his hips into her buttocks. Meera gasped and moaned as he moved, then she made a sharp cry of displeasure as her son slid out of her completely. His long, thickly veined erection bobbed in the air, shining with her juice and his pre cum. He placed one hand between her shoulder blades and guided his mother's face and chest down onto the laundry basket, making her arch her upraised arse high into the air. He slowly stroked the length of his cock once, then twice with his free hand. He shifted himself lower below Meera's arched body, still pinning her down with one hand. Holding his long tool by the base he wetly slapped it between her widespread legs against her matted pubes and slit. Each contact the cock head made with her inflamed clit drew a long moan of arousal from his mother. His swollen cock head slapped her love bud several times before he stepped behind her and slid his length back into her up to the hilt.
She wailed with pleasure as he started to fuck her in earnest. Soon he was grunting loudly with the effort, his face strained and contorted, his veins popping and muscles straining, his hips almost a blur. He looked like he was trying to break her. The sounds of their wet flesh smacking together almost drowned out his mother's cries and moans of pleasure. She clawed at the laundry basket for purchase as she thrust back against him, and there was complete lust and carnal need in her passion.
Meera was in rapture, her body shivering in climax after climax as Guddu worked his cock and sex magic on her. They were both clearly relishing the experience, moving their bodies to display themselves in the large mirror facing them, their poses and cries reflected and spurring them on.
"Fill me with your seed, my son," she moaned. "Fill me, Fill me."
Eventually, all good things come to an end, and in his fantasy, Meera and he were loudly finishing their fuck. Guddu's thrusts grew slower and more haphazard and then he was holding himself against her and moaning. He reached around his mother to fondle her dark, engorged nipples. Christ, they were hard and thick, and then he realised her 3 inch wide areolae were also swollen. He groaned, stiffened, and grimaced as he emptied his load into her. Finally, they decoupled. Meera rolled over onto her back and lay on the floor, her legs rubbing together uncontrollably as she traced her fingers over her shuddering flesh watching her son's cum ooze from her cunt. Her son walked a circle of triumph around her prone body, his still-swollen cock swaying in front of him, dripping with their combined juices. After a short time recovering from the orgasms that had racked her body, she slowly stood and stretched her limbs. She then knelt before her son to take his cock in her mouth again and lick it clean.
In his bedroom, Guddu emptied his balls into another tissue. If only it was real. He was leaving soon for Mumbai to study at SPJIMR and was conflicted. The lottery win gave him a chance to get away from the backwater of Igatpuri and experience life in the big city, but it also meant his long-term plan to fuck his mother could not go ahead. The intensity of tonight's fantasy session meant he knew he had to have her, had to make her want him, but what now? He pondered and decided before he fell asleep. He would have to speed up his "courtship" and fuck her before he left for Mumbai in a month.
As these thoughts whirled through his head in the bedroom next along the hallway, his 19-year-old sister Prisha shuddered through yet enough orgasm. She knew she was unattractive, small-titted and thin with a pockmarked face, not wealthy or educated and worked in the local laundry, but she was so horny. She thought of sex all the time. She watched porn and read stories on the internet in all her spare time. But she knew all those factors combined to make it impossible for her to get fucked.
Her hand moved down to her cunt again, she was already wet, and her fingers slipped inside her slit and she began to masturbate again. It soon set her clit tingling. It quickly grew, as it always did, and poked out between her cunt lips. She fingered it, giving her what felt like tiny electric shocks each time she played with it. Soon her orgasm hit her, and she almost passed out as it started between her legs and surged up her body. She grabbed the sheet just in time as a second orgasm ripped through her, more powerful than the first. Out of breath, she let her head clear and savour what had just happened.
Right from the first time she had explored her body, she had found that many things could bring her to orgasm. She had experimented over every part of her body and spent many a night in her room before sleeping, rubbing this or that to see what effect it had. One night, her thumb and index finger on the other hand had idly slipped inside her nightgown and began rubbing her nipple. Her nipples always felt as though they were connected to her clit by an electric wire. A couple of good squeezes and she got wet. A few more and her clit extended. A few more and she was breathing hard and within a minute, she came.
The next night, she hadn't really aware that she was feeling herself up until she stopped watching a porn movie for a moment and realized she was hot and getting more worked up by the moment. As her fingers tightened on her tit, the sparks began to fly, and she began to grunt slightly as the waves of pleasure began to hit her full force. A moment later her back straightened and then curved back and she pulled the nightgown from her shoulders to expose her tits. Her other nipple hardened immediately, and she traded hands and began pulling on both of her nipples, teasing them up to even greater lengths. They had never extended any further and were now one inch, standing stiff like small penises. She pulled them straight out and twisted them back and forth and then a huge cum had hit like a wave and passed from her nipples through her belly and cunt.
She knew now she had to get fucked in real life for the first time. But how? Her mother watched her like hawks when she went out. She was sure her mother had a spy at the laundry where she worked monitoring everything she did there. It was so unfair. Sons were allowed, even encouraged, to get sexual experience, and blind eyes were turned to their activities. Daughters were protected, imprisoned at home. She had thought hard. She had one hope: either her dad or brother. She would somehow get one of them to fuck her, and soon, especially as her brother was leaving their home to study in Mumbai.
She knocked on her brother's door and without waiting entered. There was a flurry of movement on the bed as Guddu quickly pulled the sheet up. Quick, but not quick enough. She had seen he was naked and seen for the first time since they were under 4 years old being bathed together his cock. From her internet porn sessions, she was an expert on cock; white, black, Asian and Indian. She knew her brother's fuck meat was only semi-rigid and 5 inches. It was already the size of a normal erect Indian cock and she fantasised about what it would be when fully hard. Immediately she processed this, juices started oozing from her slit down her inner thighs. Her eyes took in the pile of used tissues. So, he had been masturbating just like her. She wondered what he had been concentrating on.
She had come prepared. Her thin summer nightie was one she had used 5 years ago when she was far smaller. It was too small, too tight, too short and failed to cover her body with any modesty. She knew her tits were only 30A, nothing like her mother's full round 34D globes, but because she was so thin, they were still firm lemon sized mounds. The thin cotton material, wet from the humidity caused sweat, clung to them. So tight was the nighty it showed her swollen areolae and one-inch nipples in full detail and the damp material revealed the almost black colour of both.
"Guddu," she said pretending she had not noticed his frantic attempts at covering his body, "You know I will miss you when you go to study in Mumbai. We should spend as much time together as possible till you go, day and evening. I want that most of all. What do you think," she asked in a suggestive voice? As she spoke, she moved so that the wall light was side on to her making the nightie transparent and revealing she had no panties on. If a person looked carefully, he or she would see that she was shaven. She had scrimped and saved and now used depilatories to remove her pubic hair. Although Laser hair removal had become an increasingly popular method the cost restricted it to upper-class women. And her was brother was looking and the results were obvious. A tent was forming under the covering sheet.
His loyalty to his sole fantasy fuck partner, his mother, was fast disappearing. He answered, "Yes, that will be great. I want that too. As much time together as possible to do everything." Blushing he stammered, I mean go everywhere here in our town and try new things like eating at new places or visiting new areas."
"Everything. Yes, I think we should do everything and try new things before you go. I want to eat new things and have new experiences," she answered sultrily.
She smiled and turned to go and smiled as she heard his muffled groan. She "slipped' and fell to the floor. Her nightie rode up revealing her dark-skinned shaved slit and wet inner lip. Her brother half jumped up from the bed to help but remembered his raging hard-on and stopped. But it was enough, Prisha had seen his cock in full flight. Although it had only increased three inches in length from its semi-hard state to eight inches, its thickness, the size of its head and raised veins matched any black meat she had seen on the net. She was going to have it in her at any cost. "It's okay, I'm alright. No need to help me. See you tomorrow."
She stood pulling the front of her nightie down and walked out the door knowing the back of her nightie was still above her hips displaying her naked buns. Her first fuck was on the way, but she didn't discount her father. Maybe she could get her father to fuck her if Guddu didn't rise to the bait she had offered him.
Kanhar, the father, was the only one in the family not in the house. He was doggy style fucking a bent over 20 year old attached by ropes on her ankles and wrists to a metal frame. Another 19-year-old prostitute was kneeling tonguing his arse as he drilled the tied up woman. He was about to cum but he was not worried. He had paid for both, and extra for what he wanted, plus this part of town was the "bad end" and far from his neighbourhood so his secret would be safe. But after he recovered the two women would swap and he would replay the scene with the two female prostitutes changing places. Maybe he would arse fuck this time.
It was good but unfair. He had won the lottery. It was his money, but his wife had spread the word in town that he was using the money to send their son Gunmay to study in Mumbai. He refused to use the name Gundu dismissing it as part of his wife's foolish attachment to his son. Luckily, he had understated the total amount of his winnings so he could buy pleasures such as this. But the hidden amount was almost drained. What could he do? At his age and with his income and living in a small town where everyone knew each other how could he find a willing participant in his sex games?
It was his wife's fault. Fifteen years ago, the bitch had refused his ideas to spice up their love life; simple things like threesomes, watching her sexfight, a bit of BDSM and so on. It would have been far better than the monotonous missionary position she allowed him. What was wrong with that? It was normal to try new things, yet she had refused and chosen separate beds since that time. And he was still forced to see her perfect full-body every day paraded around the house, knowing it was unavailable to him. Even though she showed no flesh he knew the body inside the kurta top and baggy trousers. It was a pity his daughter, Prisha, was so unattractive and sexless otherwise he could seduce her or force her to satisfy his needs.
Prisha who was collecting the stained sheets from the brothel, after all, they were changed after five clients had deposited their seed on them, was standing at the half-open door. The noises from within had drawn her and just like those many scenes from JAV porn videos she watched unseen the action unfolding. Her slit started flowing, her nipples hardened and then she recognised the man. It was her father and this knowledge opened opportunities.Meera half awoke from a deep sleep. A massive orgasm was surging through her and a huge flow of cum was flowing from her slit. Her now nightly, familiar, disjointed, visions of herself being fucked were still flashing through her mind. This time she was tied to the bedhead, kneeling, facing it, as a young male hammered an immense cock into her doggy style. She was slamming her hips back trying to take it as deep as she could. Affected by her dream and in her semi-conscious state, her hand reached out and grasped something; it was warm, semi-soft, and rapidly growing and hardening. Her fingers ran along it, stroking the two long raised ridges along its full length. At the end of the object, her fingers found a thicker, larger bulbous head that was slightly wet at its tip.
Her eighteen-year-old son, Gundu, awoke to find his semi-awake mother's hand bringing his thick fuck meat to its full hardness. Maybe even longer than his previous best of eight inches. It was happening; everything he had ever fantasised about. It was destiny. He knew he was going to have his tool inside his mother for the first time. He knew he was going to leave his seed inside her. He knew that they would fuck like porn stars, and she would say that she had never been fucked like that in her life. And he was absolutely certain that would just be the start of the two of them fucking whenever possible.
All of his carefully prepared, memorised, and replayed over and over in his bedroom, forty-eight fantasies involving him and his mother were forgotten. He had one thought only: getting his cock in her and cumming. Anything else would just follow on from that and happen. "I'm here and awake, Mum. I'll get on top and be inside you in a few seconds."
That day had started back in Igatpuri. Meera had awoken thinking of her eighteen-year-old son Gundu, nicknamed Guddu (adorable small boy), a name which was derived from the small male dolls called Gudda on sale in the markets. Her thoughts were most likely on him because her dearest child was to leave home for the first time. He was soon to leave Igatpuri for Mumbai to attend the S P Jain Institute of Management and Research (better known as SPJIMR). Normally they would not have been able to afford this, but Kanhar, her forty-three-year-old husband, had won a prize in an online lottery, and she had convinced him to spend it on Guddu's education. Not enough money to send Guddu to Australia, but enough to attend SPJIMR and hopefully a boarding house in Mumbai.
For a while, it had looked as though Kanhar's online lottery money wouldn't be sufficient to allow Gudda to attend SPJIMR, as her husband claimed there were deductions from the winnings he received and cursed the lottery owners as cheats. This was accepted by Meera, who did not know the 'deductions' hidden from her were used by her husband to pay for his sex acts with prostitutes. Actions such as, in his mind, simple things like threesomes, sex toys and insertions, watching sexfights, a bit of BDSM and so on. Things she saw as perverted, and which had caused them to have separate beds and no sex after three years of marriage. For Kanhar, a minor Government official with almost no prospects of further advancement, It was his wife's fault. Fifteen years ago, the bitch had refused his ideas to spice up their love life; It would have been far better than the monotonous missionary position she allowed him. What was wrong with what he wanted?
However, nagged by Meera, eventually, he swore he would get Gundu to SPJIMR somehow. One day he came home happy with the solution. He had contacted Meera's older sister Deepika, who lived in Mumbai, and she would let Gundu board with her at a lower than market rate, thus allowing his secret sex life to continue with the unknown, hidden money from the lottery win. Meera was not exactly happy with this as there was some bad blood between her and her one-year older sister dating back to when she was eighteen. But at least her special son could attend SPJIMR and have a future with a good job.
As she slowly gained her senses, she remembered it was the third night in a row she had awoken after a very erotic dream, during which she had cum very strongly without waking, and then as per the last two nights discovered her nightgown was caked with dried cum, therefore she would have to wash it. Fragments of her dream were in her brain: a big cock, pleasure, enjoyment, wanting more. It was very unusual as she was an extremely chaste, modest, almost prudish Indian woman who had had no sexual thoughts for the past fifteen years.
But the thirty-seven-year-old couldn't deny the evidence on her nightgown, nor the desire she had, as she had the two previous nights, to masturbate. Her hands stroked her 34B melons lingering on her nipples and marvelling at their instant response and how they hardened to at least three-quarters of an inch in length. After feeling the electricity this generated, her fingers continued their journey southward over her rounded thirty-inch belly, her thick matted patch of curly pubic hair before reaching their goal: her thick-lipped woman slit at the front of her thirty-six-inch arse.
She parted her labia lips and after a short, quick stroking of her sex trench, she felt her juices oozing from its depth. Two of her searching fingers slid inside her cunt and her thumb began its manipulation of her clit. Her nostrils dilated and her breathing became more rapid from the sexual gratification she was giving herself. As she did this more fragments of her dream solidified in her memory. The big cock belonged to a young body, and she was fucking in ways she had never experienced in her real life: doggystyle, cowgirl, sucking cock. But she could not recognise the person fucking her who was giving her so much arousal. She came once, then a second time more strongly, and a third time screaming as she squirted over the sheets. Damn, now she had to wash those as well as her discarded nightgown.
As always at this time in the morning her son was locked in his bedroom hand jobbing his thick eight-inch shaft. From its base to its wide head, his fingers traced the veins that stood proud along its length. Although of late, after her provocative late-night visit to his room, he had introduced his 19-year-old sister, the skinny plain, almost ugly, looking Prisha into his some of his fantasy settings, both singly and as a threesome with his mother and him, he had returned to a favourite. It was number thirty-six where his mother Meera, her arse filled with an anal plug, rode him cowgirl style as he sucked her big hard pierced nipples, as he had made the imaginary piercings a permanent fixture in his fantasies. He unloaded his cum into a tissue, remembering he was lucky his sister had not noticed the used pile he had beside his bed when she had barged in unannounced the other night. Then back to fantasy Number thirty-six where his mother screamed her fifth orgasm since climbing on his raging hard-on.
In her room, his nineteen-year-old sister, the skinny plain, almost ugly, looking Prisha shuddered through yet enough orgasm. She knew she was unattractive, small-titted and thin with a pockmarked face, not wealthy or educated and worked in the local laundry, but she was so horny. She thought of sex all the time. She watched porn and read stories on the internet in all her spare time. But she knew all those factors combined to make it impossible for her to get fucked.
She thought of her new hopes to overcome this. First, she had discovered her brother Gundu, only her mother called him by her special name Guddu, was regularly beating his meat. And what a prime piece it was: eight inches at least and thick. Second, she had discovered her father participating in some depraved act with two prostitutes. Both were now sources for her first fuck. She continued her masturbation. Her nipples were now one inch, standing stiff like small penises. She pulled them straight out and twisted them back and forth and then a huge cum hit like a wave and passed from her nipples through her belly and cunt. She squirted and mentally compared the distance her ejaculate had flown. A better than average distance, though not her maximum, she thought.
Kanhar, still cursing and bitter at Meera's sixteen-year lack of understanding of his sexual urges, planned his day. Although the money syphoned from the lottery winnings was nearly depleted, he thought today he would have a spit roast. One of the brothel workers would suck him while another fisted the one giving him a blowjob.
It was a normal morning for the Patil family in Igatpuri.
Later that same afternoon Meera and Guddu sat together on a second-class seat on the Igatpuri to Mumbai Central train on its two-and-a-half-hour journey to Mumbai. It was a journey to both formally sign Guddu in at SPJIMR and make the final arrangements with her sister, Deepika, regarding Gundu's accommodation. Meera had always only worn a loose kurta top that reached below her knees. Although the front and back panels were split to the knee her baggy kurta trousers ensured she displayed no flesh. But for the trip to the city, she had worn a semi midriff revealing saree convincing herself she did not want to look like a county bumpkin, although the real reason was her sister. She did not want to be upstaged by the woman she thought of as a slut.
She was surprised that Gundu had noticed what she was wearing and complimented her, but now he was sleeping; his nodding head having slipped off her shoulder to rest on her tit. Guddu, for his part, was pleased with his sleep acting and was enjoying the feel of his mother's tit flesh under his cheek.
At Mumbai Central station Deepika met them and Meera noticed the sneer on her face when she noticed the ancient, traditional styled, saree Meera wore. Deepika was thirty-eight, and looked somewhat like an older version of the Bollywood actress Ayesha Takia, famous for her 37DD tits, though Deepika's were 'only' 36DD. Her waist was a bit larger at 30 and hips the same at 37 as the ex-Bollywood star and she had a perpetual sexy look on her attractive face. Deepika's saree showed far more midriff than Meera's due to the shorter V neck, backless blouse top and lower starting point for the top of the wrapped saree over its petticoat. Meera gritted her teeth, introduced Guddu using his real name, Gunmay and they proceeded to Deepika's apartment in Dahisar. Deepika had inherited this and an annual income after her much older husband, who had divorced his wife to marry Deepika, had died of a heart attack while making love to her.
She showed the two of them the second bedroom with its double bed and a cotton floor mattress on the floor for Gundu, and after a late meal, they retired to bed. The thought of her son dressed in his pyjamas having to sleep on the thin cotton mattress on the floor broke Meera's heart, so after some prolonged persuasion and good 'reluctance' acting from her son, she finally convinced him to climb into the double bed with her. Despite acting the hesitant part to perfection, although hoping tonight his fantasy would come true, once in the bed, Guddu loosened his pyjama pants and stayed on the edge of the bed. He was hoping for his mother to roll in her sleep so that their bodies touched, electricity happened, and they fucked all night. He waited, and waited, then eventually drifted off to sleep, his mother having done so earlier.
Meera half awoke. A massive orgasm was surging through her and a huge flow of cum was flowing from her slit. Her familiar visions were flashing through her: this time she was tied to the bedhead, kneeling, and facing it as a young male hammered an immense cock into her doggy style. She was slamming her hips back trying to take it as deep as she could. In her semi-conscious state, her hand reached out and grasped something; it was warm, semi-soft and rapidly growing and hardening. Her fingers ran down it stroking the two long raised ridges along its length which was responding to her touch. At the end of the object was a thicker, larger bulbous head that was slightly wet at its tip.
Gundu awoke to find his slowly awakening mother's hand bringing thick fuck meat to its full hardness. Maybe even more than his previous best of eight inches. It was happening; everything he had ever fantasised about. It was destiny. He knew he was going to have his meat inside his mother. He knew he was going to fuck her and leave his seed inside her. He knew that they would fuck like porn stars, and she would say that she had never been fucked like that in her life. And he was absolutely certain that would just be the start of the two of them fucking whenever possible.
All of his forty-eight fantasies were forgotten. He had one thought only; getting his cock in her and cumming. Anything else would just happen. "I'm here and awake, Mum. I'll get on top and be inside you in a few seconds."
As he clumsily lifted Meera's sleeping gown to allow access to his straining cock and clambered on top of his mother, his Aunt, Deepika stood outside the door. She had been on the way to the bathroom when she had overheard her nephew's words and the unmistakable sounds of him mounting his mother. She couldn't open the door to look and confirm but she knew what was happening inside that bedroom. She walked back to her bedroom thinking about how she could best use this knowledge.
There was no foreplay, no tenderness from Guddu. Having mounted his mother, he placed his cock head at her cunt entrance, grunted and thrust for glory. The cock head penetrated her opening which was still wet from her dream orgasm. He pulled his hips back to deliver full penetration with his next cock plunge when Meera snapped to full awareness. If this was a story on an Indian Incest sex story site, then they would have fucked and fucked all night. But this is reality.
"What, What is going on. Gundu, what are you doing? I am your mother. Stop, stop, please stop. It is so wrong. It can't happen. It won't happen. Respect your mother. Please."
Guudu's cock deflated like a burst balloon. He tried to explain but the look on Meera's face was implacable and so was her demeanour as she firmly ordered him out of the bed to the cotton mattress on the floor. For most of the remaining night, he lay there sulking. Didn't she see his love for her, his need for her, her worship of her as the woman he wanted to fuck? Serve her right if she is never fucked. She doesn't know what she is refusing.
He hardly slept and was up early the next morning. Not wanting to face his mother's reproach he quietly went to the kitchen. His aunt was there, still dressed in her red nightgown. He had quickly looked at her yesterday but today he noticed more. Her huge 36DD tits were squeezed into a garment two sizes too small and her hard nipples and even the swelling of her areolae were standing proud against the thin material. The nightgown was very short ending just below her arse and clung to the two full moons of her arse cheeks. This was nothing like how Meera dressed in the morning at Igatpuri.
Deepika seemed unaware that her nephew's eyes followed her every move in the kitchen mentally undressing his thirty-eight-year-old widowed aunt as she cooked akuri, that special scrambled egg dish. In fact, so unaware that as she bent over to get a plate from the bottom of the cupboard her nightie rose at the back to show she had nothing on underneath, and when she leant to place the akuri in front of him that her nipples were visible. She sat beside him.
"I am so pleased that your father thought of you staying here with me while you study in Mumbai. I have been so lonely here alone and now there will be a man in the house to talk with, do things with like shopping or going out to eat. How long will you be studying in Mumbai?"
"Three years, four if I do honours. And I think you tease me. I will be studying in my room while you go out as I am sure you must have many men who are courting you, so you have plenty to choose from for talking or shopping."
"Indian men. Haha. They only look at women under twenty-three. Someone like me is too old, too ugly for them."
"No, they are wrong. I think you are far more attractive than a younger woman," Gundu said without thinking and he blushed when he realized what he had said.
"Thank you, Gunmay, You are too kind. I am happy and proud you are not ashamed to accompany me in public. One question, why does your mother call you Gundu?"
'It's her pet name for me. I am her adorable small boy. Only she calls me that."
Deepika leant forward towards him, and this 'unintentional' action almost burst her tits out of her nightie. She 'accidentally' placed a hand on his thigh and looked directly into his eyes. "As you will be here for four years, I hope you will think of me as your Mumbai mother and allow me to call you Gundu. I would like that very much because even though you are in Mumbai you can do everything with me the same as you do with your mother. I see you are far closer to her than most sons and unfortunately, I have never had children, so I have not experienced the closeness between a mother and her son."
The hand 'unintentionally' resting on his thigh, her looks, her nightie, and the thought if only she knew what he had fantasised about caused his cock to immediately swell. He enjoyed the feeling of this after what happened or rather had not happened, with his mother during the night and her chastisement of his actions. He had little contact with his mother before he and Deepika left for enrolment at SPJIMR, while Meera went out to attend to some tasks she had in Mumbai.
On the crowded bus to SPJMIR, he mentally compared his aunt to the other women on the bus. She definitely had the best tits, and best face and no one wore a saree as revealing as hers. The square opening of the blouse top showed so much cleavage, its shortness showed all of her belly, especially as there was no way any saree could sit lower on a woman's hips, and its length left her ankles and high heels uncovered. The bus braked suddenly, and she staggered, clutching at Gundu to not fall. Her tits pressed into him as she teetered on her high heels. His cock responded and he hoped she had not felt his hard-on pressed against her.
They queued and he was processed with typical long-winded Indian bureaucracy, and he thought that would be it for the day. However, Deepika looked at her watch and said, "It's early. Please accompany me for coffee and shopping so we can talk more." They sat eating their Varan bhaat when Deepika started laughing. "Gundu, I was just thinking of that old officious man enrolling you at SPJIMR. When I signed the guardian section as your aunt, imagine if I had written lover. I think he would have died from the shock, the old sanctimonious fool."
Guddu nearly choked, and again his imagination and cock responded. His aunt continued as though nothing unusual had been said. "Ahh Gundu, it's so good you will be staying with me. Now I have someone I can talk to about important things."
She turned to face him and leaned back presenting her belly which caused her legs to press against Gundu's though she 'seemed unaware' of this too. "I have been thinking of getting a belly button piercing, but part of me says that is stupid, you are too old for that." Somehow her hand was 'miraculously' on his thigh again and his cock responded once more.
"Of course, you are not too old. It would bring attention to your belly. Most women would die to have a belly like that."
She beamed with delight 'absentmindedly' stroking his thigh as she replied. "I already feel close to you, value your opinion and know we can talk about anything. Do you think a jewel stud or a hanging chain would be best?"
She agreed with his choice of, and reason for, a double hanging chain as it was different from what other women would have and would gain attention, thanking him and saying it would be perfect, but only if he helped choose it. Emboldened Guddu brought up one of his fantasies, ankle chains, and Deepika almost purred in delight at the thought of wearing it. They were just discussing suitable tattoos for her when her mobile rang. It was Meera."Yes Meera, we are still waiting at SPJIMR. It's taking so long for Gunmay to be processed and the waiting queue goes forever. Here is Gunmay." She handed the phone to him and whispered unnecessarily as he had heard her reply to Meera, "Guddu," she said, using his special name, "It's your mother. She thinks we are still at SPJIMR."
Whether it was the disaster of last night, whether it was Deepika, or whether it was his hormones we will never know, but when he spoke to his mother as Deepika clung to his arm, he said that the queue to be processed was moving slowly, he didn't know how long it would take but it would be some time. When he had finished, without missing a beat, Deepika moved to her next topic, should she wear western clothes when out or would that be too provocative and what would people think? They spent the rest of the day with her trying on western nightclub dresses parading in front of Gundu.
After their meal at the house, some TV, they retired to the two bedrooms. Meera discovered that the bright ceiling light could not be turned off as something was wrong with the switch. Deepika phoned the apartment block janitor who said he would look at it tomorrow, so she and Guddu resigned themselves to a night of sleeping with the light on. There was still tension between the mother and son but eventually, both fell asleep. Guddu had taken longer to do this thinking of what had happened that day. He was confused. Had what happened been nativity on Deepika's part, was she teasing him, was she seducing him, her nephew? He decided it was probably the first.
As usual of late, Meera awoke with an orgasm raging through her body. This time not only was she fully awake straight away and not half-conscious but her memory of the dream was full, not disjointed and fragmented as before. Her mystery sex partner, the one who made her cum so strongly, the one who knew how she needed to be fucked by, was in fact Gundu, her son.
She lay there as stiff as board, frozen by the immorality of what she had dreamt, what had been making her cum so strongly for the past week. She was a chaste, conservative country born woman from a village 25 kilometres from Igatpuri and was far more traditional in thought and behaviour of women than those from the big cities like Delhi or Mumbai. She was proud of her good character and that she was not a sex-starved, vulgar bitch, like some she had seen in the Bollywood movies at a friend's house as she did not watch them at her house. Of course, she had never watched porn. The thought of wearing a western dress or even a midriff revealing saree made her shudder. As for the morals of the younger generation, she was revolted. How could they act like that enjoying sex, not being faithful? It was what she had been conditioned to believe.
And yet here she was cumming at the thought of having her own son fuck her. And not just fuck her, but in ways that she had been embarrassed to hear as a young woman talking with others. Ways which were giving her pleasure. It was sinful to even think of things like this and with his son as well. She would have to obliterate this from her mind. It could never happen. But the strength of her cumming; she had never cum like that in the three years she and her husband, Kanhar, had fucked before she banished him to a separate bed because of his depraved fantasies. She shuddered as she thought of one of the minor depravities he had wanted, anal. How could anyone do that? As her mind wrestled with all this her hand was playing with her clit.
Guddu awoke to hear his mother saying, "Just as I expected. It's big and strong just like you." He became aware she had her hand around his cock stroking it slowly, feeling the veins running down the side and on its underside. It was rapidly growing to its full length. She hefted his balls in her hand and then looked directly into Gundu's eyes. He was nervous. His eyes strayed. He was nude having fantasied and masturbated about his aunt. But now he could see his mother was naked. He was nude with his naked mother. His mother, just like in his forty-plus fantasies of him and her, and she was ready for sex.
He was uncertain what to do, afraid to mess up, especially after the disastrous mistake from the night before. "Relax my son, my special Guddu. Do you want your mother to do this?" She began stroking harder. Gundu moaned and his cock hardened to its largest ever. "How about this?" She flicked out her tongue. His moaning increased. "Then certainly this, because I want it as well." She sucked the head into her mouth and gently fondled her son's balls, knowing they were swollen with cum. Cum she was going to milk from him. Guddu closed his eyes and put his head back, then opened them quickly. It wasn't a fantasy. He was watching his mother take more of his raging hard-on into her mouth. He watched her bobbing head and felt the surge of anticipation and arousal rising as it had done in his imagination so many times before.
"Guddu,, I'm going to make you cum. Drain you dry." She sucked and licked taking him deeper and deeper, leaning her head back to overcome her gag reflex and deep throat her son. She pulled back quickly holding Guddu's quivering cock in front of her as he came hard, aiming his shooting jism onto her neck and breasts, then down into her face from where it dripped onto her hard nippled tits.
Gundu was in heaven,. He was on a roll and wanted more. He guided his mother's hands holding his cock back to her face, found her mouth and his cock head opened her lips. " MMMMMM Hmm." The muffled sound came from around the cock lodged in her mouth. His mother latched onto his cock, her tongue working overtime, following every movement of his rod as it fucked her mouth, the head between her lips until he exploded, filling her mouth with his last thick strands of cum. Cum that pulsed and throbbed in her mouth for a short time before she swallowed it. He watched as she sucked until he was emptied and dry, before she sat back, amazed at the huge loads of cum he had ejaculated, looking to see if he was satisfied because she was. Guddu tried to speak, to apologise.
"Shh, shh. It's what I wanted. You did great. And so much cum. So much and I want more."
She wiped her face and tits with her hand, and then led him from the cotton mattress on the floor to the double bed. Her naked body in front of him was just like he imagined. No, make that better than what he had fantasised over. Her tits were full, her nipples hard, her areolae dark and big. Her bush was thick and its hair darker than that on her head, covering the whole area between her legs. Her arse cheeks were round and bounced invitingly as she walked to the bed. On the bed, she moved his soft cock aside and sat on his lap. She took Guddu's hand and positioned it between her legs. " Just do as I show you." She opened her cunt, let her son feel her sex moisture, dip his finger in her pussy and slide it up to her clit. She held her son's fingers there and encouraged him to rub and stroke that area, moaning with pleasure as she responded.
After a while, she removed her hand and let Guddu keep going solo. She rested her head on his chest and closed her eyes, moaning as he continued rubbing her. "Oh keep going Guddu. Don't stop no matter how much I beg. I want this. I truly do."
Guddu listened and wasn't leaving the promised land. He pinched and rubbed and tweaked and massaged, using all the tricks and techniques he had imagined while masturbating in his bedroom. He listened as her breath changed, moaning and gasping until finally, she was wailing. "Uhh, uunghh, oooh, don't stop, more, Ooooooh, ooh fuck, fuuuck, UHHH." Then she collapsed against him, before turning and kneeling on him, kissing him and scratching and clawing at his chest.
"That was so good. Thank you, my son, and it's only the beginning." She kissed her son again, driving her tongue deep into his mouth. The kiss finished and she looked down. Her son's cock was rising again, and she smiled in anticipation. Meera gave a small gasp as her son's hardening cock began to expand only inches from her face. Almost reverently she reached out and wrapped one hand around Gundu's throbbing cock and gave a small smile as she felt it twitch in her grip. "I really excite you," she whispered. Gundu could only grunt in reply as she slowly began to pump his dick.
"So good. It's so good," he moaned almost incoherently as he was still getting used to the idea of his mother jerking him off. Something he had hoped for, wanted, but deep-down thought would never happen, especially after last night. He lowered his eyes, and the expanse of her skin flooded his vision as her tits came into his view. "Oh my God," he groaned; up close her dark-skinned twin mounds were a sight to see. They stood proud on her chest, full and round and he watched them rise and fall with each laboured breath as she watched his cock stiffen even more in her grip. Gundu lowered a hand and cupped her soft tit flesh. He felt her shudder at the touch and a soft sigh escaped her lips. She gave a little moan as her son's fingertips caressed her hard nipple.
"It's been...so long. More than fifteen years."
Guddu pulled his hips back and slid his cock from his mother's grip. She seemed startled when he moved and knelt on the bed at her feet, reached forward and laid his hands on her knees and began to gently separate her legs.
"You shouldn't...what are you...You want to...," she whispered. Then a low groan followed as his lips landed on her firm inner thighs. "Oh my God...Oh my God...," she moaned as he left a moist trail higher and higher along her thighs.
"My turn," Gundu said as he opened her thighs even further. Meera's eyes widened as the dark fur covering her pussy came into view, knowing and craving what was coming. Glancing between her now spread thighs, Guddu could see her swollen and glistening cunt lips through the tangle of hair. His only exposure to a pussy had been in porn, and almost all of them were western and shaven. There was something so primal and exciting seeing his mother in her ready to fuck.
"We can't...ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh," Meera moaned. Knowing that she did not mean it Guddu extended his tongue and dragged it up the length of her soaked gash. Her sex scent filled his nostrils, and her taste coated his tongue as he gripped her now quivering thighs, holding her slit open to his oral assault. Finishing at her throbbing clit, he lifted his head and stared into her lust-filled eyes. He knew she wanted this, but she needed to say it; to herself as much as him.
"Should I stop?" Guddu asked in a gentle voice.
Meera reached down and tangled her fingers in his hair. An almost wild look filled her eyes as she tightened her grip. "God help me," she panted back. Then she spewed more filth than he had ever heard her say in his entire life. "Lick your mother's cunt, baby," she half growled as she tugged at his head pulling it into her sex trench. "I want to fucking cum all over your face." His mouth closed on her, his tongue driving through the mat of hair to spear between her waiting cunt lips. Guddu heard a guttural moan as his mouth tasted her hot nectar. This was his first time being with a woman. Oh, he had watched a ton of porn; but doing it yourself was totally different. AND IT WAS HIS MOTHER, THE WOMAN HE FANTASISED ABOUT.
Guddu sucked, licked slurped, and drank every drop he could. He wanted nothing more than to pleasure his mother. He found and focussed on her pulsing clit and pulled it into his mouth, sucking on the hard bud.
Meera reached up one hand and covered her gaping mouth just in time to muffle the wail that rolled out of her. "Mmmppfffffffffffffffffffffffff," she screamed into the palm of her hand, as her other hand ground her son's face between her spasming thighs. A flood of cunt cream pumped into Gundu's mouth which he gratefully swallowed as his mother came noisily on his tongue. "So good, oh God," his mother moaned as she dropped the hand covering her mouth to a tit. One hand held her son's head against her quim, while the other cupped her breast, pinching her aching nipple.
It was like his Fantasy number ten, and he knew once would not be enough, so he slid one hand off her thigh and deeper into her waiting, welcoming wet V. Even as her body trembled and shook from the after-shocks of her first orgasm, Guddu slid two fingers into her drenched hole. "Oh fuck...fuck yes," she whimpered. "Finger fuck me, son", his mother keened down at her only son. His face coated in her juices, he looked up at her face. It was strained and tense from the intensity of what she was experiencing, and the veins on her neck stood out as her back began to arch in the chair.
"Going to...how...oh shit," Meera gasped. Gundu knew she was close to cumming again and quickly lowered his mouth back down and engulfed her swollen lips. Then an animal gurgle came out of her mouth and her son's mouth was filled full once again by her ejaculate. He held her spasming body and drank the cum pouring from her as she roared through her orgasm. When she collapsed back on the bed his entire face was covered with her cum, and juices dripped off his chin to his chest. Her hands tugged at the sides of Guddu's head and she stared into his eyes.
"Do you know what you just did?" she asked still panting.
"Yes, I do," Guddu said simply. He couldn't, wouldn't hide from the fact he had just given his mother two soul-shaking orgasms.
"Fuck me...please" she sounded like she was begging.
That was all Guddu needed; he reached down and held his throbbing cock in one hand while he supported himself on the other. Aiming the engorged head for her swollen lips, he lowered his hips. Just as the tip touched her moistness, he looked into her eyes.
"I am going to fuck you now, mother. It's all I have ever wanted," he whispered. His cock head parted her lips like they were soft wet petals, and as he slid the head inside, he heard the soft wet sucking sound of acceptance. He felt his mother's tight walls gripping his cock as his fuck pole entered her.
"Oh, Jesus" Meera groaned as she stared into his face. "Slow baby, slow my Gundu," she gasped. "It's been fifteen years."
With a grunt Guddu pushed down, sliding a couple more inches into her. His mother's eyes fluttered again, her mouth opening in a silent "Oh" as her body gave a small spasm under her son. Her nails dug into his arse and then slowly eased up, establishing a rhythm with his thrusts. Then she clutched his arse cheeks uncontrollably. "My God." She breathed out a long, satisfied sigh. "I just came, fuck that was good." A proud possessive smile crept over her face. "Fuck your mother good, baby," she sighed as she encouraged her son to take her fully.
With three-quarters of his cock inside her fuck tunnel, Guddu began to rock his hips, slowly sliding in and out of her now dripping pussy. With each forward motion more and more of his cock entered her. "Oh shit" Meera grunted as his pelvis came down on hers, his entire eight inches now buried to the hilt inside her. Her grip tightened on her son's arse, holding him as they fucked. She squeezed him and gasped, "Don't move." He had never fantasied this as she ground her hips in a slow circle under him, as pressed her mound against his pelvis. Rhythmic waves were pulsing along her tight walls as his mother skewered herself on her son.
"Oh baby" she moaned "I want...I'm going to..." Then Guddu watched as her eyes slowly rolled back until the whites showed. "Nnnaahhhhhhhhhhhhh" Meera softly keened as her entire body jerked under Guddu. She stopped moving as a swamp of fluids gushed out to soak the cock buried in her tunnel and drip onto his balls, and then slowly run down the crack of her arse to drench the sheet under her.
"Wow," she whispered, as her eyes refocused on her son's face. "Are you sure you're a virgin?" she asked.
"I was until a moment ago" he smiled back. "Why?"
"Because you have already made me cum twice," she told him. "And, you haven't even started fucking me properly yet."
Guddu pulled slowly back until just the head of his cock rested inside her. Hovering over her he gave a silent thanks to hours of watching porn and his fantasies that he actually knew what to do. "You mean like this," he grunted as he rammed his weight down hard. His cock sliced through her clutching walls driving deep. Meera's legs shot out and wrapped around his waist and her nails again dug painfully into his arse cheeks. He felt another gush of warm fluids wash his belly as her third orgasm ripped through her unprepared body.
"YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS" Meera screamed as she convulsed under her son whose hips rose and fell as he pounded down into her without restraint. One advantage of youth, especially one so focussed on sex, was an almost unlimited energy supply. Wet slurping filled the room, and the peculiar scent of sex hung heavy in the air.
"Fuck me...fuck me," Meera chanted as her son hammered into her. Guddu knew he wouldn't last long on this, his first fuck. Hell, he was surprised he had lasted this long. He heard and felt his cum filled balls slapping her cum soaked arse as he fucked into her with everything he had. "Oh My Fucking God," Meera's eyes grew huge. "Again...oh fuck...oh God..." she gasped. His mother devolved into a quivering mass under him, her body continuously jerking and spasming. Her hands slid up his back to the sides of his face.
"My son is making me cum so fucking hard. My son is fucking me. My son wants to fuck me. " Her raw lust-filled voice bounced off his face as he felt her walls ripple along his shaft, trying to milk the cum from his balls. When his mother orgasmed a fourth time, Gundu's body simply gave in to the sensations and his nuts started to tighten. He tried to keep looking into her eyes as his orgasm hit, but it wasn't going to happen. Guddu's eyes rolled back as his released cum exploded from his balls and shot the length of his cock.
"Moootthhherrrrrrr." He gave a primal roar as the first blast jetted out to splash against her cunt walls. His arse cheeks tightened, and a second burst pumped out to flood her waiting pussy.
Meera had a look of wonder in her eyes. "Jesus" she moaned. "I can feel it, oh my God. My son's seed is filling my cunt." She shuddered under Gundu and by the time the last spasm of his cock faded, it had to be three or four hot ropes that he had let loose inside her. Guddu rocked back on his heels between her lewdly spread thighs, looking down at the two joined bodies.
The sight of his cock buried inside his mother's pussy was bad enough; but the additional image of white gooey globs of jism that matted both sets of pubic hairs, of their mixed cream seeping from her used slit, sent a shiver down his spine. "I'm no longer a virgin," he said in wonderment.
"No, you're not, and you did it with your mother. That is even better," she said with a huge sigh, as he slid off his mother, and collapsed onto her pillow on the bed.
"You know I want more, my Guddu" Meera whispered softly as sleep took her with her son cuddled next to her. Both were so sated that neither caught the shadow that pulled away from the bedroom window that opened to the balcony.
The next morning Guddu was showering before they left for Igatpuri when Deepika entered Meera's bedroom. "Good, we are alone so I can talk frankly. Listen to this because it is what is going to happen. When Gundu is staying here he is going to become addicted to my pussy. I intend to have him many times a day."
Shocked, Meera recovered, and all her resentment built up since she was eighteen poured out. "I always knew you were a slut, ever since you took my first boyfriend from me by fucking him when I was saving myself for him. But even for a shameless slut like you this is too much. But it will never happen because I will warn MY GUDDU and tell him to avoid you. He will take my advice and board somewhere else in Mumbai."A smile spread across her sister's face. "I think not sister. Look at this." She held up her phone and pressed play. Meera watched a replay from the night just passed of herself and Gundu fucking in the very room she was in now. Both of them were very easily identifiable. "Why do you think the light couldn't be switched off? I had the janitor fix it that way so I could record this from the balcony outside. If you warn Gundu or stop him boarding here then everyone in Igatpuri, starting with Kanhar and your family, will know the chaste Meera Patil fucks her own son."
Meera lunged at the phone to grab the evidence. deepika laughed again. "Let it go bitch. Do you think I am stupid? The video is already backed up in the cloud in two places. He will be boarding here with me, and he will be fucking me. Looking at him perform in the video, even though it is only with you, the frigid ice queen, he has got potential."
Meera's shoulders slumped. She knew her sister. Deepika would have no qualms destroying Meera's reputation back in Igatpuri. Hell, she probably would enjoy it and see it as retribution for the eighteen-year-old Meera telling everyone how the slut Deepika had fucked her fiancée, an action that caused her sister to leave Igatpuri. She tried bravado. "Gundu will be back in Igatpuri every weekend and what he does there with me will satisfy him for the days he spends here. He won't want you."
Deepika continued laughing as though she had never heard anything funnier. "You are backing your unused, dry pussy against my A Grade, prime, always ready cunt. I will be sending him back on the Saturday morning train totally worn out and unable to get it up, he will be only wanting the top quality fucks I give and addicted to my ever-ready slit. I am matching my cunt and fucking against yours. Gundu is the prize. Now get ready to go back to Igatpuri and think twenty-four hours a day how I am going to take your son from you when he boards here in two weeks' time.
On the train home, Meera leant into Gundu and under the pages of the Mumbai Mirror newspaper resting on his lap, she had unzipped his trousers and was giving her son a slow hand job. "Gundu my son, you know whenever you are back in Igatpuri we will be fucking all the time, any time, and every way. More ways than the Kama Sutra shows. I promise," she whispered in his ear. Let my slut sister match that she thought. My cunt will win.