Everyone in town knew Shankar and his family. He was a respected councilor. He had a steady job in the factory, his wife was a competent homemaker, their two children excelled in studies, they had a nice house. Everything one could aspire for and expect in that small town.
But behind this neat facade hid a dirty little secret. There was a streak of meanness and violence in Shankar. He loved his children. But he abused his wife, Meena - physically, verbally and mentally. Not a day passed without him berating her, making fun of her and calling out some sort of incompetence in her. He beat her. Frequently and apparently for no particular reason. But Meena bore this mistreatment in silence.
When the children were small, they were helpless in the face of their father's behavior. They were told to keep quiet and not talk about this to anyone. They had to maintain the appearance and veneer of a happy and contented family regardless of what happened behind the walls of their house..
The girl, Renu, was quiet and shy and knew when to keep her distance from her quarreling parents. As was customary, she was married off to a distant cousin within a couple of years of coming of age. She was more than happy to leave her parents' house, it appeared.
The boy, Raja though, loved and adored his mother. From a very young age he realized his mother was powerless. He was the one who would console her when she sat sobbing after being at the receiving end of one of Shankar's tirades and beatings. He would go hug her and say, "Amma, you and I should run away to some place, away from appa, away from this town. I will keep you safe, amma. No one will touch you or shout at you or hit you!" She would respond "Aiyoh, Raja! Where can we go? You are young. I am not that literate, who will give me work? Where will we go for money, for food, for a house? Raja, you study well. Get a degree. Be a doctor or engineer. Get away from this place, from your appa! Leave me to my fate!"
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Meena was afraid that Raja would take after his father, inherit his mean and violent nature. She did her best to protect him. But she needn't have worried. Raja grew into a well rounded, robust and healthy young man. When he graduated high school, he was a good head taller than his father and more muscular and fit, thanks to the hours he spent exercising in their backyard and in the school gym, eating healthy as his mother told and generally taking care of his body and mind.
Meena knew Raja was just a normal boy, doing the normal, healthy boyish things. She realized he was old enough to be interested in girls and women. When he accompanied her to the market, she was aware of his roving eyes, seeking out young girls and women and ogling at them, regardless of their age and size, no matter how much he tried to act innocent. She saw the way he eyed the ladies who came to visit her, his eyes covertly lingering over their bodies, their big breasts, exposed hips and back. She was his mother after all and knew all the tricks boys were into. While cleaning his room, she was able to discover his stash of pornographic magazine and video discs. It was heartening to see that her son was doing the normal boyish things, but the extremely graphic sexual pictures she saw shocked her.
Raja exercised in the backyard just outside Meena's kitchen regularly and religiously, every day without fail, rain or shine. Some days she found herself staring at her son from her window as he sweated profusely, working his body using weights and bars. She took in his well developed arms and chest. She saw his biceps bulging as he lifted weights and that his pecs and abs were well defined and taut, and surprisingly hairless, she noticed, as opposed to his father's hairy, bony chest and bulging tummy.
The last few times he had hugged her, trying to console her after her husband had one of his episodes, beating her up and as she sat on the floor sobbing, she was aware of how physically developed her son was. She could sense the muscles on his arms and chest. As he pressed her to him, she was acutely aware of the manly smell emanating from his body and his thighs hard against her own. She was a bit confused, of course, but she did not know what to make of it at that time. But later in the day, when she thought about it, she vaguely remembered that she had rearranged the pallu of her saree, sensing his eyes looking down her blouse, the tops of her free bra-less, unencumbered breasts visible clearly. Was it just her imagination or did she also sense his thickness pressing into her?
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Raja had decided that the town was not where he would live. Though he liked his neighborhood and friends and school, he wanted to get away desperately. Away from the influence of his father, find a nice job, find a suitable girl, get married and settle into a new life elsewhere, safe and sound. He longed for a time and place where his childhood would be just a distant memory. He just had to bide his time. And, of course, he would take his amma with him. That was a given.
How could someone be mean and cruel to his amma? She was so innocent and caring and loving. She made a beautiful home for all of them. But still his appa was abusive towards her. He did not hate his father, only hated his actions. Were they ever a loving couple? Of course, they had to be close at the beginning. How else could they have had two children? His thoughts sometimes wandered and he wondered if they still continued to have sex, but he quickly brushed these away.
Still, on many occasions he caught himself staring at his amma with such thoughts running through his mind. She was not sexy or voluptuous. She was pretty in a homely sort of way. He let his eyes take her in. Just as with any of the other women he noticed, her bra was visible through the flimsy material of her blouse, the cups of holding up her huge, globular breasts, her midsection exposed and a line of fat ran around where she tied her saree. Her thick, motherly thighs were outlined by the tightness of her saree. Her skin was always shiny and radiant, her face pleasant and smiling, hiding whatever sorrow she may have in life.
Once when he was cycling to the shopping center he saw two women quite a distance away chatting with some shopkeepers. His mind was blank as he approached them and he found himself passing assessment on the two. They were quite shapely. He could only see their saree covered behind and could sense the roundness and firmness of their asses. As he came closer, he took in their full figure, the roundness of their behinds, the firmness of their breasts and the sexy way they carried themselves. Only when he was almost upon them did he realize that one of the women was his own mother!! Fuck! He quickly braked, turned his bicycle around and rushed away.
He noticed the way the eyes of his father's colleagues roamed over his amma's body when they visited. Even his friends were not innocent. His friend Ramu's eyes always bulged when he tried to make seemingly innocent chit-chat with his mother. When he accompanied his amma to the market, the shopkeepers hung on to her every word and then watched and ogled her back and her swaying ass as she walked away from them, seemingly unaware of their lecherous eyes and intentions. If he had his way, he'd pluck all their eyes out and feed them to the vultures just for looking at his beloved amma.
But, what did men want in a woman, anyway? A warm receptive body, lips, tits, thighs, hands, cunt - that's all. Did he not look at women, any and all he encountered, and imagine fucking them, regardless of who they were, what they looked like and their age and size? Ramu's mother and sister, their math teacher Ms. Sneha, the vegetable vendor lady who came to their gate everyday, the women who came visiting his amma, the girls in school and the market - he had imagined bedding them, fucking them, seeing their hairy crotch covered by tight panties, having them suck his cock and cumming all over them. So what is to stop other people from imagining doing such things to his mother?
But then again, he could not help or prevent it. Men and boys are pigs, he thought to himself.
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It happened on a quiet Saturday afternoon during the break between his first and second semester of college.
His father was cleaning his motorcycle, and his mother was in her vegetable garden. Raja had to visit Ramu in the next street over and return some books. He announced, "I am going to Ramu's house..!" and prepared to leave. His father grunted something unintelligible and his mother, caring as usual, said, "Come back in time for tea, Raja!"
He responded, "Yes, amma, I will!"
He went out through the small gate in the backyard and had walked for about five minutes when he realized he also had to return a DVD to Ramu. Cursing under his breath for the wasted time, he hurried back. His father and mother were not to be seen. The motorcycle was still half clean with oil cans and rags lying around it. His mother's vegetable basket was lying half-empty. Seemed odd to Raja but he did not pay much heed to these. Surprisingly, the back door was unlocked and he pushed it open.
The house was quiet, and he was about to call out to his amma when he heard voices. They were coming from inside the house. And as he stepped in he realized the sounds were from his parents' bedroom.
"Fuck!" Raja said softly. "They are arguing and fighting again. Hell of a time for them to be doing this!" He walked rapidly in the direction of their bedroom, ready to intervene and stop any argument they were in, and to take his mother's side, protect her from appa no matter what was said and who was right.
But something made him stop short of opening the bedroom door and rushing in. The door was a single large door, but it was not completely closed. There was a gap of about six inches and it was open. But that was not all. The sounds coming were not of two people arguing. It was the rhythmic, soft 'thwak-thwak-thwak', and Raja instantly recognized the sounds of two bodies slamming into each other, accompanied by grunting male sounds, "argh-argh-argh" and the soft, complaining, moans of a woman - 'aiyo-aiyoh-aah-aah-aiyo" - and the creak of the bed and mattress, the clinking of bangles and anklets.
Raja stopped dead in his tracks. He went cold all over. He gulped and held his breath. His parents were having sex! They were fucking, on this quiet, warm Saturday afternoon!!
Suddenly, Raja felt a rush of blood flowing into his groin and his cock started swelling. What the hell? In all the years he had been at home, nothing remotely close to this had happened. Or perhaps it had occurred regularly and he hadn't noticed. Thoughts flashed into his mind. Of course his parents fucked. It was a physical, almost automatic, thing couples did. But his amma and appa! That too in broad daylight? Fuck!
As if in a trance, he slithered, without making any noise, to the door and put his face slowly at the gap. And he almost screamed. He had to use all his will power not to shout out in horror and shock.
His position gave him a side view of the mattress on which his parents lay. He could see their torsos but not their heads. But what he saw was enough! His amma's fair, shapely legs, each with a jiggling silver anklet around it, was raised, her thick, white, shiny, marbled thighs were spread. His appa lay between them and he could see his buttocks rising and falling. And with it Raja could see his appa's thin, black cock come out of his amma and then slide back in as he fell down on her once more.
He was fucking her with slow, long strokes. The mattress squeaked, his appa grunted in pleasure, his amma moaned in protest. This went on for a few minutes. Raja held his breath and let it out slowly, very slowly.
Then his appa's hand grabbed amma's ass cheeks and Raja heard her squeal in pain. Raja's eyes were drawn down to his mother's ass where his father had a firm hold. His father then massaged her ass cheeks, savoring the tight, smooth surface. He then put his hands on her thighs and pressed hard, almost folding her in half, causing her to shout once again. He rearranged their position and this caused his amma to turn, and Raja had a full, unobstructed view of her hairy crotch!! He could see her pink cunt lips spread slightly, before his father grabbed his cock and pushed it inside her once more.
Then the real rough stuff started. His father raised and fell, hard, very hard and repeatedly on his wife. Raja's mother started howling softly. "Please..please..you are hurting me..stop.. Enough.,enough..too long..aaah aiyoh.aiyoh..no..no..please..it hurts!"
Raja was too shocked for the new sounds to register in his brain. His cock was straining inside his pants. It wasn't his parents fucking, but just two people. A man and wife. All that he had seen in the DVDs was being enacted live in front of him! A man on top of a woman. His dick in her cunt!! He wanted to push down his pants and jerk off to the scene in front of him. But he knew that if he did, he's ejaculate immediately. No. He would just burn these images into his brain and recall them later.
It took a few minutes for him to realize what was happening. His amma was suddenly really in pain. Her complaints were real. Then he heard the 'slap - slap - slap' and 'thud-thud-thud' noises and it hit him like a ton of bricks. His appa was beating his mother. While having sex with her! He was slapping her and punching her and god knew what else.
His amma was almost shrieking now. "Aiyoh...aaah..aaah..no..no..it hurts..please..please..stop..stooooop!!"
Raja was rooted to his spot at the door, his eyes glued at the crack and taking in the scene. His appa was nearing his end. His thrusts into his wife came in quick, rapid succession. His grunts grew more frequent. And when it seemed like he could not go any faster, he gave an almighty thrust into Raja's amma, slamming down on her so hard that almost choked her, and literally broke her in half. Then he grunted like a satisfied animal, and cursed her. He slapped her once more, hard, very hard, and rolled off the bed and stood. Raja got a quick glimpse of his father's spindly legs and thighs, his distended belly and scrawny chest. And then he walked out of Raja's field of view and into the bathroom. Raja could hear the water running as his appa cleaned himself.
Raja was about to step away from the door when his amma stirred on the bed. She raised herself and got up off the bed. Fortunately for Raja, she had turned to the side away from him.
Raja's eyes almost bulged out of their sockets, his breath stuck in his throat as a glorious sight unfolded in front of him. His amma stood with her back to him. Completely naked!! It was only for a second or two, but he was able to take in her entire body. Her sleek, pale, back. A thick dark line ran around her waist where she tied her saree and petticoat, a layer of fat going all around her waist. And her ass! And ass cheeks!! Fuck!! So clean and blemishless. The back of her thick, firm, marbled thighs made a deep cleft where they met her heavy ass cheeks. Then the dark line of her ass-crack.
Raja did not move an inch. He knew that if he did, he would cum. Ejaculate right there, inside his pants. His cock was so tight and hard and hot.
Then amma bent down, slowly, to collect her nightie. Fuck!! God Almighty. Raja could see her ass cheeks separate as she bent. The dark, black hole of her asshole was visible, and beyond that, a thick thatch of pussy hair flashed for a fraction of a second. Then, she straightened and pulled the nightie over her head.
Raja almost ejaculated in his pants. He turned back hurriedly, and rushed quietly, without making a sound. He opened the back door and slipped out before his mother could get out of her bedroom.
Something clicked inside him and he turned back to his house once more. Later, thinking back in his actions, Raja was convinced that a sinister, evil, lustful, incestuous being had taken over his body, directing him, making him do what he did next. Yes, it had to be that. He would never have done this himself. He knew it was morally wrong.
The voice in his head told him to go see her right away. She was not his mother. She was just another woman. He had seen her naked. Now he wanted more.
This time he knocked on the back door and waited till his mother opened it. "Ah..it's you Raja! What happened? Are you not in Ramu's house?"
Raja answered, "Oh no, amma. I forgot a book. I came back to take it."
He looked at her face. She still had a flustered look. The post-coital gleam was evident even if she had not enjoyed it. Her hair was disheveled, her face glowing. He knew she was not wearing anything under her nightie, and saw the swell and shape of her boobs outlined.
Then he acted surprised at his mother, and asked, "Aiyoh, amma. What happened to you? Did appa hit you again?!"
He stepped closer to her, and he could smell the scent of sex on her. But she stepped back, "On no, no. Raja. I...I was just working in the garden, no? The heat.it's so hot outside!" She turned back and went into the kitchen. Raja gulped and his Adam's apple bobbed as he took in her swaying ass under her nightie. This was so wrong in so many ways, another voice told him. But he could not help it!
Raja was almost nineteen years old. His mother was the first real live naked woman he had seen in his life. He went and hugged her and said the same things he usually said to console her after his father beat her. But this time, Raja held her tight. He could feel her heat, and looked down the top of her blouse at her round tits. His thighs were pressed against her. The smell of sweat and sex was heady. The thought of her uncovered, hairy crotch under the thin layer of her nightie, so close to him, made his cock stir.
Meena immediately pushed Raja away, and said, "No. no..Raja. Everything is good. I need to get..get.some water for your appa." And she turned around and looked for a glass.
Meena knew something was wrong. Raja had not acted surprised on seeing her. Something in his eyes and his voice and the manner in which he hugged her was different. Did he know what she and her husband had done? Did Raja see them in bed? She tried to convince herself that was not true. But the way he held her? It seemed to her Raja wanted to feel her, touch her, smell her. He did not let go even when she tried to get away. She was sure he looked down at her tits, and surely he would have sniffed the odor coming from her body. He seemed excited, unlike his usually calm and collected self. His breath was hot and he was breathing heavily. And his body and thigh pressed against her in a way that was totally wrong. Aiyoh! She said to herself.
That night for the first time in his life, Raja masturbated to the images of his parents having sex, of his amma's body, of her thick thighs, and wide hips and hairy crotch, the smell of sex on her. He went at it once more before he fell asleep.
The next morning an excruciatingly pleasurable erection woke him up. It was still dark and earlier than his usual time. He got up and tiptoed to his parents bedroom. He strained to hear any noise coming from inside but he could not hear any. He went back to his room and jerked off once more.
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It took a while for Raja to get over this. The start of college and regular studies, work and exercise and yoga helped a little. It took a great effort for him to not think of his amma in a sexual way, and to brush away the impure thoughts that often entered his mind when he saw his mother.
So they continued in this manner. All appeared peaceful from the outside. Meena bore the frequent mis-treatment and beatings and berating from her husband in silence. Renu made the customary visits. Raja was biding his time, patiently waiting for his studies to be over, though it was a few years away, so that he could leave this town and take his mother with him.
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Raja realized that an argument was brewing between his parents. Meena usually threw a big get-together during the festival season. It was a once a year party during diwali when the whole family from both sides gathered at their house. It was something that everyone looked forward to and a time for Meena to showcase her cooking and arrangement skills. But this time his father objected to this or that family member being invited. That's how the argument started and one thing led to another and Shankar resorted to his usual behavior. Again. Raja tried to stop his father and protect his beloved amma but to no avail. His father could not be controlled. Raja could only console his mother after every violent episode from his father.
One hot Saturday afternoon Raja was in the backyard. He had come to exercise and to keep away from his parents who were shouting and yelling at each other.
Suddenly, he heard his amma scream. He sprinted into the house and was aghast at the scene before him!
His appa had a choke hold of his amma. He had his hand around her throat and was squeezing it and pressing her against a wall. He then let go and in an instant landed a heavy slap to the side of her cheek. The sound of the slap reverberated within the house. The force of it snapped Meena's head sideways. She yelled as her head hit the wall. Spit and blood flew from her mouth. Her hair unraveled and landed on her face in a disheveled heap. Raja was rooted to the spot. His father cursed and landed another blow and then followed it with one blow after another on his mother. Raja had never seen this level of ferocity in his father. His amma swayed this way and that like a ragged doll as the blows fell on her. The pallu of her saree fell down exposing her blouse. With the next blow her blouse snapped half open and her blouse ripped. She tried to protect herself by crossing her hands in front of her but in vain. Shankar continued cursing and yelling and beating her. He caught her hair and pulled, causing her to scream in pain.
Raja had seen enough. With two long strides he was at their side. As his father raised his hand to drop another blow, Raja put his hand up and stopped him. By now, Raja was almost a foot and a half taller than his father and much, much stronger and fit. He could have snapped his father's hand like a twig. Instead, he just restrained him.
Shankar turned towards his son in shock, and shouted, " Hey, how dare you touch me, you swine! You'll pay....."
Shankar could not finish his sentence. Raja watched shocked, dumb-founded and open-mouthed at what unfolded in the next few seconds.
While Shankar's attention was momentarily turned towards Raja, Meena reached for something, anything, to hit Shankar. Her hands landed on a heavy, glass ashtray. In an instant, she lifted it and struck him hard on the side of his face. It landed squarely on Shankar's temple. There was a sickening, bone-crunching sound. The effect was immediate. Shankar was dazed. The blow obviously hurt him and he staggered back, uncontrollably. He slipped and stumbled and his knee hit the side of a heavy chair. There was another sound, like that of a bone snapping, and he howled in pain. He was still screaming as he tripped over the chair and landed on the side of his face, on the hard, shiny tile floor. His voice stopped instantly. He lay still. As Raja looked down in horror, a small pool of blood formed near Shankar's head and started slowly spreading.
"Appa!!" Raja screamed, and started to crouch down and go to his father's aid. But a sound stopped him cold.
It was not just another sound. It was a hiss that turned into a guttural, primeval, low scream. He froze. He heard his mother behind him say:
"Raja!!....LEAVE..... HIM!.... DON'T...TOUCH..HIM. LEAVE..HIM...THERE!!!"
Raja suddenly felt very cold all over. He turned towards his mother, "But..but.amma..he..he," and pointed to his father who was lying motionless on the floor next to him.
"I SAID.....DON'T... TOUCH... HIM!!"
Raja took one look at the body of his father. The pool of blood was still spreading slowly. He then turned to his mother. She stared back at him directly. He understood. She'd had enough. Enough of his father. Enough of a miserable, married life. She had been offered a way out, accidentally, and she took it.
Her face was flushed red. Her lips were swollen and bloody. She was bleeding from a cut to the corner of her eye. Her bulging eyes went alternatively from her husband and Raja, in horror. But that was not all. Even in his dazed state of mind, Raja took in the rest of her. The pallu of her saree had fallen off her shoulders and her blouse, or what was left of it was exposed. One of the flaps was hanging loose, and her heavy, motherly, veiny breast was visible. He sensed the deep valley of her cleavage between her tits. She was breathing heavily and her chest rose and fell. His eyes fell on it and he could see her taut nipples, swollen and poking through the flimsy material of her blouse. She was oblivious to all this. She did not realize the state her clothes were in or the fact that her son was looking at her with his eye bulging, his Adam's apple bobbing. Raja could not explain it. As she saw his mother, his beloved amma, in such a state, all he wanted to do was to go to her, hug her, comfort her and tell her it was alright. Everything would be okay eventually. But looking at her, he also felt a warmth spreading through his loins. His penis filled with blood, and stirred.
He rose and stepped towards his mother and put an arm around her shoulder, trying to calm her. She stared up at him, wide-eyed and asked, in a whisper, "He's..he's dead, isn't he. Dead! I killed him. I killed him!!"
Raja shushed her. "Amma, no, no. It was an accident. Not your fault, amma..shhh shhhh!" But inexplicably, his eyes were glued to her big, beautiful exposed breasts. He met her eyes, and then as she started to speak again, he bent down and kissed her cheek.
She was shocked and she tried to pull away. "No. Raja! What.."
"Don't worry amma. I..I.. will take care of you.. I...I," He could not finish. It was as if someone or something had taken control of his body and actions. As if in a trance, he reached out with his other hand and placed it on the exposed sweaty, fleshy hip. In the next split second, his hand moved up her body and cupped her breast. He could feel her heavy, thick, erect nipple in his palm and he twirled his fingers around it. He dipped his head and kissed the top of her boob and burrowed his nose and mouth in her cleavage. And then he quickly moved his head further down and his mouth found her other nipple and he sucked it through the material of her blouse.
"Raja!!," she hissed in utter shock and confusion. "No! What.. No!!"
She twisted and turned and tried to get away from him. This only made him press himself on to her more. His naked chest pressed against her swollen breast. She could smell his sweat. His muscular arms held her as his palm kneaded her tits and his mouth sucked her nipple. And she could feel the thickness of his manhood against her thigh! He held her steady and pushed and dragged himself up and down her body.
But Raja was a virgin. He had not touched a woman in his life like this until now. He was not prepared for this. His body was not ready. He could not stop. Within a few seconds, he was ready to ejaculate. Both of them realized what was going to happen and they both froze. Raja's cock pulsed against his amma's body as he spewed the contents of his balls onto his underwear.
Raja gasped as each spurt caused his dick to press harder against his mother. "Aiyoh..!" she hissed, and with a mighty heave she pushed him away and slumped down on the floor. Raja sat down next to her. He too was breathing hard and fast, as suddenly the implications of what he had done finally hit him.
He put his head in his head and sobbed. For what he did to his mother. For what had happened to his father.
He heard his amma also sobbing. She kept saying, "Aiyoh..aiyoh..aiyoh!" And Raja could not understand why or what for.
After what seemed an eternity, she stopped her sobbing, wiped her tears and got up and went to her bedroom. Raja went to his room and cleaned himself. He was mortified at what he had done. To his mother? And that too, with his father lying apparently dead next to them? Fuck! He was going to hell. How was he to live with his amma now?
Raja looked down and was shocked and ashamed! His cock was erect once more and he was absentmindedly fisting and stroking it. What the fuck was wrong with him?!
Raja managed to stop and clean and calm himself. He changed and went back to the kitchen anxious, nervous and panicking. His amma had also changed her clothes. She sat dazed and confused next to her husband's body. She stared at Raja as he meekly, ashamedly sat down next to her.
"We should call someone," she whispered.
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Shankar's death was deemed an accident. He slipped on some water and fell on the floor, hitting his head on a heavy chair nearby and then on the hard floor. End of story. Chapter closed.
"How sad", people said. "Such a lovely family." "A tragedy, so young, so healthy" "Luckily, the children are grown up."
The house was filled with relatives and friends for the next two weeks. The cremation was held the very next day, but the people hung around for the eleventh day ceremony and for gossip. Meena and Raja just went through the motions, listening to and doing whatever was asked of them.
Try as he may, Raja could not put what happened between his amma and him out of his mind.
He couldn't wait for the ceremonies and rituals to finish and for the people to get out, leaving just him and his amma. There had been no opportunity for them to be alone in the last couple of weeks so he was not sure what was going through his amma's mind. But he knew what he wanted to do, though. Fortunately, his room was small and he did not have to share it with anyone else, so he slept alone. And at night, almost without fail, he thought about his amma. Images of her and his appa fucking, her naked body that Saturday evening. Then on that fateful day, the feel of her tits in his hands and mouth, of her fleshy hips, thick thighs, and the sheer erotic plesure as he rubbed his dick against her thighs and the euphoria of ejaculating, of her knowing that he came, Fuck, there was no going back, no? It was so wrong. Yes, it was wrong. But it felt so right, He was now the man of the house. It was his duty to protect his amma. She had been mistreated all her life. Now it was time for someone to love her, to take care of her, to show her what it meant to be a woman. Society may now label her as a widow. There was absolutely no question of her marrying again. That suggestion was fucking ridiculous. So it was up to him to fill the role of the man in her life. How old was she - Thirty-Seven? Thirty-eight? Fuck. A woman in her prime! What a waste of life it would be!
Meena, too, tried to put the incident behind her, forget that it ever happened and to just focus on the tasks at hand. But every time she saw Raja, those images and situations keeps rushing back into her mind. Her Raja? Did he really think of doing that to her? Sleeping with her? Fucking his own amma! Aiyoh!
She reasoned, "They say that some stressful situations bring out unforeseen reactions in people. Perhaps this was just one of those. Just something that happened to Raja at that time and not something he would be able to repeat." she would sit him down and explain how wrong it was. It happened, and the two of them cannot undo it. No one else knew. So they should forget it ever occurred, shut it from their minds, not think of it again. And get on with their lives, But she knew she was powerless to stop Raja if he, like his dad, had to have his way. Dear God! What a situation to be in!
Meena was surprised at the mature and responsible manner in which Raja handled all the situations. Flared tempers, ego clashes, heated arguments - things that were normal in such settings - could not sway him. She was elated as she saw him dealing with people and issues in a calm, soothing and steady hand. Her heart swelled with pride at her son.
He reproached the people from Shankar's side of the family for the way they handled Shankar's behavior. How they knew what he was doing to his family and his amma in particular, how they glossed over and ignored his abusive behavior. He did not spare any words, and told them in no uncertain terms that from then on there would be no contact with them for any reason whatsover.
Her appreciation of him increased by leaps and bounds. Perhaps he was ready to be the man of the house, he would protect her and keep her safe after all. She did not need to worry unnecessarily.
Raja too noticed how his amma looked at him and realized she was very glad and happy with the way he handled things.
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In the evening after all the rituals were completed, Raja sent off the last of the relatives by train and made his way back home. His heart was heavy and he was filled with Anxiety. He and his amma, finally just the two of them. Would she remember what happened between them? How would she handle it? Will she just not mention it? Consider that it was just an accident, a one-time thing that she would forget, and with that he too would forget? But he could not forget. Could not let go. He wanted that feeling once more. He wanted to be there with her again.
It was late evening but was dark outside and the lights were on in his home as he opened the door and stepped inside.
His amma was sitting on the sofa as he came in.
"Come, Raja. Sit with me, " She said.
They sat for some time in the awkward silence. And then she spoke. "Raja, about..about.. what..happened..you..that..time..."
Raja was quick to respond. "Aiyoh.. Amma.. I am sorry. I.. I.. don;t know what came over me..." He wanted to sound apologetic and sorry, but in his heart he was not.
"It's okay, Raja. It happened. You and I both know it is wrong. I am your mother. Let's just forget it, okay? You are a big boy now. Almost a man. I know that. But you are the man of the house now. You need to handle more responsibilities. Take care of that from now on. Forget what happened. Okay? Come, let's eat." She patted his thigh and got up..
Raja was quiet. No! It was not okay! How could it be? It was the best thing that had happened to him in his life. The only thing he could think about for the last fifteen days. He and his amma, together at last. Just the two of them. He knew it was wrong. But another voice inside his head told him that it was just right. It was meant to be.
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He reached out and held her hand and stopped her from going away. This was the moment she had dreaded.
"Amma.. amma!" he said.
"No. Raja. No! I know you have been thinking.. no..!" She hissed, as Raja got up and put his hand around her and held her tight. "Raja, It is not correct. It is so wrong.. No...no...no!!! Pleeease.. It is a sin...."
Raja reached up and turned off the light in the room. Plunging it in darkness. But the light coming in from the street was enough. He could see his mother's wide, scared eyes as she pleaded with him.
But they both knew it was too late. Raja had pressed her to him, and both of them felt his hardness against her. She tried to plead with him and tried to get away but Raja whispered, "Aiyoh, amma..I..I..cannot help it..ahh.ahh..!"
He pushed open the door to his room, and dragged his mother in. It appeared to him that her resistance, which was weak to start with, was fading and she almost willingly came in with him.
His room was small and his bed was close to the door. He pushed her down and she gasped as he fell on her. He had seen a lot of porn where the couple was in this situation. He quickly grabbed the hem of her saree and ran his hands up her legs.
Fuck! How smooth, how curvy, how firm!! His mind was totally blank as his hands raced up her thick thighs and he felt her underwear. He dug his fingers inside them and pulled her panties down in one clean sweep, and his mother screamed softly, "Nooooo! Rajaaaaa, nooooo. Please...!"
It was too late. Raja had already pulled his shorts down, and he pushed his torso down on her. His thick, hot dick hit her hairy crotch,and both of them became still in shock.
Meena could not understand why she was not resisting this more forcefully, but she had no answer. She was helpless.
Raja's distended cock touched his mother's hairy crotch. It felt like a hundred needles were pricking him. He had never done anything like this. He drew back in surprise, and he fisted his cock and and prodded and probed to get to his mother's opening. He could only feel the head of his cock wiry, curly hair.
Then he froze! Suddenly he felt his amma move under him. She reached down with her hand. She gingerly held his thick, hot cock with two of her fingers and directed it to her opening. Raja could sense the moisture and coolness at the head of his cock at the place where she held it. He pushed down.
His big, throbbing cock-head spread the folds of his amma's cunt and he was ready to plunge it into the depths of her womb. But Raja, as before, was not ready. He was not used to this level of excitement and pleasure. He couldn't hold back. Before he could realize what was happening, and before he could pull himself up from his amma, he ejaculated!
His cum shot out in rapid spurts from his cock and landed on his mother. She felt the hot, sticky liquid on her body, between her legs, soaking her crotch and the hair on her belly. She looked up to see the tortured expression on her son's face.
"Aaah.. Ahhhh.. Aiyoh.. Aiyoooh,,no,,,,no,,,,noooooo," Raja wailed, as he flopped on the bed beside his mother and rolled away from her in shame. He curled into a fetal position, wrapped his hands around himself tightly. And sobbed. He kept mumbling and repeating, "Oh no, oh no.. no noo..not me...aaahhh".
Meena was stunned. She lay still for a moment, and then gathered her clothes and quickly walked out of her son's room.
She cleaned herself and lay back on her bed, still in shock. Her son had tried to have sex with her. She had held his manhood and directed it into herself. She wanted him inside her! And now, he was unable to perform! Her young, fit, virile, handsome son could not control himself.
What was going on? Was this god's way of punishing him? Punishing her? Punishing them both for the sin they were committing. Was this a message from god, forbidding them, preventing them, from performing this devilish, incestuous, ungodly, abnormal act? What could she do!
Raja was mortified. Fuck! Why did this have to happen to him! He knew he could get over this. Twice it happened to him with his amma. Would it be permanent? Oh, Fuck, god! No. Please don't let this happen to him!
Next time amma, next time, he pleaded quietly. Next time I will be careful. I will control myself. I promise. I can do it. Yes, please, yes.
What if there was no next time? What if his mother took this as a sign and did not want to come to him? What if, if he had a problem? It couldn't be, Raja told himself.
He did not realize how long he lay there, silently, torturing himself with these thoughts. Then suddenly, the door to his bedroom opened. And his amma walked in!
She had changed to a nightie. A dress that covered her from neck to ankles. She walked silently to the other side of the bed and lay herself down next to him. Before Raja could react to this, she reached out and felt for his crotch, and her fingers located and curled around his semi-erect cock!
"Amma," he whispered.
"Shh..shhhh," she whispered back. Her fist encircled his cock and she started stroking him. Within about ten strokes he was hard and straight as a steel pipe. Meena stopped and reached for something she had brought with her. Raja saw it was a can of some sort, and then realized it was a bottle of vaseline. She scooped some of it with her fingers and then placed her palm on his now ready, erect, smelly cock. She applied the cream and started stroking him once again. She started slowly. She felt the thickness and hardness and the big veins of her son's cock. She seemed to know when to stop.
She whispered, "Come son. Come here!" She parted her legs and put her hands on her crotch. Raja looked in shock as saw, in the darkness of the room, with the light coming in from the street lamps, his amma, his beloved mother, was lubricating herself, applying the cream by inserting her hands into her hole!
He rose and went between her parted legs. She raised and parted her thick, marbled, heavy thighs and reached for his cock. She caught it in her palm and tugged and directed him to the opening of her cunt. She turned her head away, and shielded her eyes by crossing her hands over her face.
Raja's cock was poised over his mother's entrance. He paused for a moment. He was oblivious to what was happening outside. He was deaf to the sounds of traffic, or cars and scooters and motorbikes and buses, of brakes squealing and horns blaring, of people chattering, walking, running. All that mattered was his amma's pussy, her waiting cunt hole, moist and ready to receive him. He pushed down, hard.
With one swift, smooth motion, his penis entered his amma. A hundred, thousand tiny lights blinked on in his brain. A sensation like he had never experienced coursed through his body. He felt like his every nerve ending was lit and alive and singing. The entire length of his cock was engulfed in the smooth, slimy, silky, moist, warm walls of his amma's cunt. He flopped on her, hard. She groaned and gasped, but otherwise did not move.
He lasted all of fifteen strokes. He went without stopping. He called out, "Amma, amma, amma," with each of his thrusts. He stopped briefly before his final thrust into her. And then groaned in pleasure and exhilaration as his cum erupted inside his amma.
She could feel his manhood pulsing against her walls. Her son's cock was thicker, harder and longer than his father's. He stretched her sideways to an extent that she was not used to, Her cunt held on to him tightly.
With a mighty heave and groan, Raja pulled his cock out of her. She sighed as his juices tricked from his dick and dripped on her thigh. It was as if a big weight was lifted off her shoulders. She wanted to grab and hug him, but she restrained herself.
She got up quickly, pulled down her nightie and left the room. Raja was completely exhausted and satisfied. He was not a virgin anymore. He had fucked a woman, and that too his own amma! What a fucking feeling!!
He expected her to come to his room again. He was hard and erect, and he stroked himself in anticipation. But she did not come. He waited for ten minutes. Then fifteen. What if she wanted him to come to her room? He got up and tried her bedroom door. It was locked!
The next morning his amma was radiant. She went about her business humming a song to herself. She seemed happy and pleased and she packed Raja's lunch and sent him away to college. Raja could hardly concentrate on his classes. He was distracted when he was with his friends. He nurtured a major erection in his pants throughout the day. He wanted the day to be over and night to come quickly. His amma had a sly smile on her lips as she served him his dinner.
She came to his room that night. And the next. And the next. And every night thereafter. Meena and Raja, mother and son had sex. They fucked like consenting adults. Raja was not satisfied with one session. But she made sure it was only one time, each night.
She always kept her bedroom locked. But she came to his room. Unlike the very first time, she did not use her hands or encourage him or engage in foreplay of any kind. She just lay on bed and pulled her nightie up and bunched it on her waist and parted her thighs and offered herself to him. She rejected and refused any other advances on his part. He tried to pull up her dress to reach her breasts and knead them and suck on her nipples, but she forbade it. She always had her head turned and hands crossed over her eyes as she waited patiently for him to finish.
Raja's control increased with each day. His time inside his mother gradually grew to about sixty minutes at the end of the week. They fucked for a long long time, and he stopped and took many breaks, before finally erupting his seed into his mother's womb.
Meena was in no hurry. Even with Shankar, in spite of his slapping and beating, she was patient. She waited for the moment of his release. For all his violence and physical abuse, all that mattered to Shankar was that final five or ten seconds when he spewed his ejaculate into her. That was the time she felt like a woman. He wanted her more than she wanted him. She, and only she, could give him what he wanted.
With Raja it was different. She came close many times but did not want to make the final move to go over the edge. She did not want to give him the satisfaction of pleasing her, of bringing her to the brink and taking her over it. She lay still and silent as Raja labored above her, inside her. Oh how he grunted and squealed in pleasure! The pleasure and joy she was giving him. And she quietly relished the sensation of his penis pulsating against her cunt walls as he came inside her, always whispering, calling out to her, "Amma...amma..amma....aaaaa!"
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Raja knew that his amma looked forward to celebrating the festival of lights every year. But according to custom, they were not supposed to have any sort of celebrations for one year after the death of a family member. But he recalled the past years' celebrations.
How happy it made his amma! She prepared a hundred different varieties of sweets and tasty dishes, toiling away tirelessly in her kitchen. She looked forward to seeing all her relatives, and offering them all the food and snacks. She reveled in performing the pooja and rituals in front of all the people, showing off her skills as a singer, and the way she made the arrangements in their small prayer room, the entire house smelling of incense and camphor and the aroma of food coming from the kitchen.
But this year none of that would happen. An idea crept into his head.
He went to his amma and said, "Amma, why should we not celebrate the festival? We can do it inside the house. No one needs to know. You can prepare the yummy sweets and food and snacks like you usually do. We can observe the rituals and ceremonies and prayers inside the house. It will be just the two of us. No one can stop us."
"Aiyoh, Raja!" she exclaimed. "No. What would people think if they came to know?"
"No one will know amma. They will be busy with their own celebrations. It will be just you and me. Please amma! I miss the things you make - sweets, snacks, food, and all the rest. You can do your pooja and sing the prayers and bhajans. No one will know. Come on, amma! You can do it!"
"You think so, my son? Will it be okay? Will it be a sin in front of the gods?"
Raja was aghast. "No, No, amma! In fact, it will make the gods happy that you are serving them, that you have not forgotten all this in spite of your sorrow. It will be okay, amma. Please!"
Meena agreed. "OK Raja. I think it will be alright."
Raja was elated. His mother started the preparations in earnest - cooking, cleaning, practicing her singing, getting the pooja room ready. Raja saw the old smile and enthusiasm back on her face. She seemed happy and content. This was the amma he knew, and wanted.
The day of diwali, he heard a knock on his door very early in the morning, when it was still dark outside. The door opened and his amma walked in. Raja was surprised. She never came back to his room once they had finished their session the previous night. A sudden excitement crept into him.
But his amma said, "Hey Raja, my son. Come, I have hot water ready for you to take an oil bath like every year."
Raja's excitement increased. His amma used to give him an oil massage when he was young. During the festival day, she would undress him down to his shorts and apply a mixture of hot oils on his body before he took his bath. But she had stopped doing it to him as he grew older. She had done this only to his father the last two years. Was she going to do it to him this year?!!
She asked him to take off his clothes and he undressed to his underwear. She sat him down on the usual rickety, old chair. The oil mixture was warm and smelled nice. She applied it first to his arms, his chest, his stomach. Then his feet, calves and thighs. Raja realized she had still not taken her own bath. He could not help but see that she was sweaty and hot from her preparations for the day. He saw droplets of perspiration on her forehead and neck and a thin line of sweat under her armpits. And from there his eyes went to her blouse and he noticed that she was braless and her big, ample, breasts were jiggling and her deep cleavage was visible. She smelled heavenly. As her hands spread the oil on his muscular thighs, he felt an erection rising in his underwear. He wanted to take her then and there, and continue from where they left off last night in his room.
Meena was aware of the excitement this caused her son. She noticed his penis growing in thickness inside his shorts. She ignored this for the moment and continued to massage his body. As she finished, she patted him on the shoulder and whispered, "Naughty boy!" and walked away.
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His amma looked particularly radiant that morning. She was wearing a bright yellow saree with a matching blouse. She had applied cream on her face and body and her skin shone as the light from the lamps reflected off her. As usual, he could see the straps of her bra, the cups of her bra cradling her tits, her thick thighs outlined and her beautiful ass as she crouched and rose, busy and engrossed in her activities.
A sinister plan formed in Raja's head. He couldn't wait for his amma to finish her pooja and rituals. After what seemed like an eternity, she finished singing her prayers and offered him the sweets and other items that were placed in front of the idol's for their blessing. They sat on the floor next to each other and ate a few items and listened to the song blaring from the temple nearby and to the other normal sounds of the day coming from outside.
When they were finished, Raja got up and locked the door. Meena turned and looked at him questioningly.
Raja took off his shirt. He was bare-chested.
"Raja, what are you doing?" Meena asked in a whisper.
He did not answer. He undid his veshti and threw it on the floor. He was only in his underwear, and the bulge of his cock was clearly visible. His dick was straining to get out.
"Raja!" his amma exclaimed.
Raja pulled down his underwear and stepped out of it.
Meena was dumbstruck. She was standing just two or three feet away from him, and she could not tear her eyes away from his huge, distended, thick member swaying between them. As it reached full erection it stood at an upward angle, its pink mushroom shaped head, all shiny and taut. For the first time she realized how long, thick and firm it was. She had only seen it at night in Raja's room. She knew Raja's cock was huge, bigger and longer than her husband's. She felt it when it was inside her as he fucked her. Oh my god! She thought. How could it be like this?So huge, so monstrous! She put a hand to her mouth and gasped.
"Amma," She heard Raja say. "We can hide from other people. They don't need to know what goes on between us. It will forever be our secret. But you always said that the gods see and hear everything. So why should we hide from your gods if you think they already know?"
"What?, No..no, Raja..I," she stammered, not knowing what to say.
"Come, amma. There is no point hiding now. I don't want to be with you only in the dark. I want to see you now. Completely. Just as you are seeing me now. Let's show the gods here that we are not afraid, show them what they already know!" He stepped towards her, but she was too stunned to move.
He pulled the pallu of her saree down. She instinctively crossed her arms across her chest, protecting and hiding her tits. Raja threw her saree down and tugged at the cord that held her petticoat. He loosened it by running his hands around her hips. He bent and caught the hem of her petticoat and pulled it up to her waist. Without realizing what she was doing, Meena uncrossed her hands and raised them above her head, allowing Raja to take the petticoat off of her body. He tossed that on the floor where it lay next to her saree.
Meena was aghast at what was happening. She was breathing hard. Her chest rising and falling. By now Raja had unbuttoned her blouse and had exposed her white bra. She found herself helping Raja take the blouse off her. Raja tossed that as well.
Meena stood in just her bra and panties in front of her naked son. Raja did not waste any time. He reached behind his mother and unfastened her bra. Her huge tits shot out of their confinement. Without waiting to take off the bra, Raja bent down and his mouth sought her nipple and he sucked. His hand reached up as fondled her other breast. He pressed his body against her and both of them sensed his thick, hot penis between them. Meena's nipples hardened to stones in his mouth and hands.
Then Raja crouched and knelt down. His amma's crotch area was right in front of his face. He saw the forest of hair through the material of her panties. Some hairs were peeking out from the top and side bands of her panties. He leaned forward and kissed her panty covered pussy.
"Aiyoh, Raja!" she hissed. "This is not right. Aiyoh!"
Raja rose and reached for a dhurrie from a shelf and spread it on the ground. Meena lay down on it without being asked. Raja raised and parted her legs. He reached for her panties and as he started to pull them down she lifted her torso and helped him.
His eyes bulged and his Adam's apple bobbed as he gaped at the sight in front of him. He knew his mother had a hairy crotch. Though she forbid him to touch her there he ad peeked at her pubic area as they fucked each night. But he had never imagined it to be this way. It was literally a forest! Thick, wiry curls covered the entire 'V' at her crotch. But he could still make out the dark brown line of her cunt lips through them. Without a second thought, he put his head down and kissed her.
She gasped and pulled back. "Ahh..what are you doing?!"
The smell of her cunt was heavenly. Raja opened his mouth and put out his tongue and poked it through the tuft of hair and located the thick lips hidden under them. He lapped up and down like a dog. He had seen this being done in hundreds of porn videos he's watched. He had dreamt about his. It almost became a second nature to him.
At first his tongue ran across dry lips but gradually he could taste his amma's juices. She was creaming beautifully from her pussy, and it was delicious! She was panting and moaning now. Raja felt her hands on his head as she held him gently, guiding him, directing him.
Raja rose and her eyes followed him. He turned towards the dias where she kept the oil lamps. He blew out the fire and dipped his hand into the oil and scooped some of it with his fingers. She felt the warm oil on her vagina as Raja spread them between her legs, and finally she let out a muffled scream as he inserted his oily fingers into her.
"Ah..ah.. Ah.," she moaned. She saw him scoop some more of the oil and this time he poured the oil onto his thick, immense, veiny, hard dick. He stroked it a few times. Both of them were looking at his dick as his fist moved smoothly, with a slick motion on the hard muscle of his turgid cock.
He raised and put himself between her legs and said, "Take me in, amma. Put it inside, now!"
She reached out to hold and direct him, and he said, "Use both hands, amma."
She placed her palms on either side of his erect, cock and could feel the heat as she pulled and directed it to the opening of her cunt. Raja did not wait. He looked down and plunged his member into his amma.
She gasped at the heat and hardness of his cock. He moaned as the smooth, slick, silky walls of her cunt engulfed it. He rose and fucked her in long, smooth strokes. Both of them now wer moaning and grunting, breathless and gasping for air as he slammed his body repeatedly into her.
He did not stick to the missionary position that she insisted on at night. He put his palms on the back of her knees and lifted her legs and pressed them back on the body, almost doubling her. She gasped and groaned once again as he stretched his legs out and fucked her in that position.
After a while he put one of her legs down, straddled it and fucked her side ways. He repeated the position with the other leg. She moaned and called out his name, "Aiyoh, Raja, Raja., aah, aaah,,Raaajjjjjjjaaaaa1"
When his amma had her orgasm it was not like anything he had seen in porn. There was no screaming or buckling or shaking. She just let out a long sigh and held her breath for about five or six seconds while she became taut and motionless and then she flopped back, took a few gulps of air and gasped out, "Aiyoh..hmm.. Hmmm. hmmmm...aaahhhh Raaajjjjaaaa!"
Raja waited for her to settle down. He was deaf to her complaints as he picked her up and turned her over and made her go on her knees. He fucked his amma from behind. They were like two animals, raw in their behavior, oblivious of anything else.
Raja picked up the oil lamp once more and poured the oil on her ass cheeks and the crack between them. Then used his hands to spread the oil on her firm, muscled buttocks, and ran his fingers down her ass crack. They fucked in that position that for a long, long time. Raja relished the sensation of his cock going in and out of his amma's pliant body. He put his head back and gasped in pleasure.
She climaxed once more. In that position, on her knees. Raja waited patiently till she settled down. He let go and she turned and lay down on her back, still breathless from her orgasm, again calling out his name repeatedly. "oh Raja.. ah..ah..Raja...!"
Raja fucked is amma in the missionary position. He placed his hands on either side of her body and stretched out his legs and slammed into her. The only contact between them was his cock going in and out of her cunt. They made sloppy, swish-swish sounds as his well lubricated cock worked like the piston of a steam engine.They both looked down at his thick, black cock. The entire length of his dick was covered with her white, slimy and sticky juices. The veins were distended and swollen. He did not stop. She knew he was about to ejaculate and readied herself for this uncontrolled thrashing. He rammed and pummeled her mercilessly but she did not object. She opened her thighs to him, making it more comfortable and easy for him to fuck her. They both were grunting in unison. They gasped out each other's names. He went, "Ammmmaaa, ammmma. ammmmaaa, ah..ah..ah!" and she responded 'Raja..Raja..oh Raja..Raj..aaah!"
But at the last minute Raja pulled out of her. They looked at his long shaft hanging, swaying in the air between them. Then it pulsed as a weak stream of cum landed on her. She jerked back. Then, without warning, a stream of long, heavy, creamy, hot, white semen shot out of his cock and landed on her shoulders and tit. Raja screamed softly. His cock jerked and swayed at the force of his ejaculate, like a snake dancing to the tune of a snake-charmer. Meena recoiled but was inexorably drawn to his cock as rope after rope of cum rocketed out and drenched her. She heard Raja's sounds and grunts as well her own moans of pleasure throughout. After a long time, his ejaculation subsided. His cock was still throbbing and jerking and swaying as he slumped on the dhurrie next to his amma. She was in shock, drenched by his cum, sticky all over.
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Later that day Raja's sister arrived. Meena had informed her about what she was doing and she had to tell her, and she could keep a secret. She stayed for lunch and dinner and when she left for her home, Raja went to his room, excitedly waiting for his amma.
But she did not come! He waited for ten minutes, Then another ten. He was getting restless. Has he done something wrong that morning? Did he go over the line? What? After about half an hour had passed he decided to go and check what the matter was. Was she sick or unwell?
The door to his amma's room was unlocked!
He gently pushed it open and from the light in the hallway he could see that she was lying on the bed. As she stepped into the room, she rose and said in a whisper, "Oh, Raja! Come in, and close the door"
She was waiting for him!
He closed the door and when he turned around he saw that his amma had removed her nightie. She was completely naked. He could see her round breasts, her nipples and the dark triangle of hair at her crotch. He gulped.
"Come," she stepped towards him, reaching out for his hand.. "Come, my son. This is where we will sleep from today."
The End