RETURN TO REJOICE

The room they were sleeping turned sultry. Santha woke up from her sleep. There was light, diffused by the night lamp. It means then there is no problem with the power. What happened then to the fan that was running? She lifted her eyes. On the edge of the cot was standing a figure, trying to make a noose. With a long face covered with unshaved beard and mustache it was... BALA!

Alarmed, she jumped up and pulled away the boy. And with him she swayed and stumbled, luckily, on the bed.

Bala, her son, didn't want to come to the wedding in the first place, but it was she who compelled him. She thought that it was not wise to leave him alone in an empty house. But bringing him here had led him to this!

Her husband was in another room, of the same lodge, playing cards with his old friends who had turned up for the wedding. To let him know this, she had to go out of her room, leaving her son alone. And that cannot be done. She wept.

The boy too wept on his downfall. How could he tell his failure story out; and that too to his own mother? His agony multiplied as his brain was stormed by the memory of those days.

*

Bala was then doing his final year in college. He was around the age of 20 to 21 years. Like all the young normal boys, he too had the habit of reading sex books and releasing the tension by masturbating.

And, one day, when he was at home on leave, his younger sister Suma spotted a sex book he had hidden under his mattress. Bala was out of home at that time. She climbed up into his room to clean it. It was at upstairs. As she was making the bed, she noticed it sticking out from under the mattress. She pulled it off. It was a cheap book printed with a photo of a naked woman on its cover. The story inside was too hot to read. As she turned the pages, she felt horny.

And Bala, who went out, noticed, only when he reached the market, that his pockets were empty. On the way back he met his mother. She didn't carry any money as she was going to a bajan in the temple. She wouldn't be home for lunch, she added, and he'd have his sister to serve his lunch.

He returned home only to find his younger sister Suma on his bed and reading the sex book he had kept hidden under the mattress. As the book she held was hiding her face, she was not aware of her brother's return. He thought of climb down the stairs, at once, to avoid embarrassment. But by that time Suma ran her hand over her skirt on to her vulva. And that act riveted him to where he was standing. Only then he recalled the story in that book she was reading. It was a fiction of sex between a brother and sister. A runaway brother returns home after a longtime and involves in sex with his own sister, unknowingly. And when they come to know, it was too late. Unable to forget their too good sexperience, they cling to their fucking.

Bala pondered that why he shouldn't fuck his sister Suma as it comes in the story. He tiptoed down to the front door, locked it and climbed back. He looked around before entering his room. He noticed some strangers, digging a bore well in a neighbor house. Ignoring them, he stepped in. His sister didn't sense his presence even that time. He cleared his throat. Startled, she jumped up and hid the sex-book behind her back.

- What's it that you're hiding?

- Nothing.

- Show me then.

- No, it's nothing.

- I'd come and snatch it then.

- No. Don't come near. I'll shout.

- Shout. Even mom's not at home.

He approached her. She jumped down from the cot and tried to dodge out. But he stepped back in time and bolted the door within.

- What are you going to do?

- Whatever I want.

- You cannot. I'm your sister.

- I don't care.

He advanced. She backed up, but bumped against the wall. Standing so close in front, he tried to snatch the book she held behind her back. But she tightened her grip. In the struggle her breasts pressed against his chest. It was a sweet sensation. And through the struggle, he pressed his crotch against hers. As she sensed his hardness across the barrier of their clothes, she ceased in her movements. He bent his head and kissed her mouth. Her body stiffened. The book she held slipped down. He didn't bother to collect it. She pushed him apart, ran and fell on the bed face down.

He was confused for a moment thinking that she was weeping, but the rise and fall of her back implied otherwise. He crawled on the bed and lay by her; pushed aside her hairs and kissed her neck. She shivered.

- Did you read the story in that book?

- Mmmm.

- May I do as the brother in the story does?

- Mmmm.

She tilted up her torso. She kept her eyes closed. She crushed his lips against hers. She held him by his hairs. He moved his hands on and held her breasts. She pushed her chest up. He pressed her breasts over her blouse. She brought her hands on his, but just kept them there undecided. He opened her blouse. She arched her back to aid him unhook her bra too. Her lovely little firm breasts with its pointed little nipples stared at him. He took them in his big hands and felt they were as hard as cricket balls. He pressed them; and she moaned under his touch. Also she pulled him on top urging him to the ultimate task.

He didn't want to test her patience. He pulled down her skirt to find her without a panty. While at home, usually, she doesn't wear one. Her cunt was a little triangular mound covered with a thin moss of silky soft hairs. It was so small that it could be covered by his palm. She opened her thighs shamelessly to have his cock there. But he had his trousers still. He pulled his cloths off in haste and covered her with his bare body.

Her cunt was already oozing with excitement. He placed the thick knob of his stiff cock at the pale red slit of her pussy façade. Even at as much touch, she groaned. Holding her firm small breasts, he pressed his knob against her slit. It didn't sink. He pressed it again. No. He tried his strength again and again several times. No yielding.

He looked this way and that way. He found a hair oil bottle at the side table. He stretched his hand and got it. He poured some oil on his left palm. Wetting his right forefinger with the oil he dipped it into her slit. It slipped. He did likewise three four times and lubricated her hole that was already wet with her juices. He wanted to be double sure this time. So he tried to widen her hole adding one more finger. He found her hole too tight to accommodate them. If he can't make her take two of his fingers, he is not going to get into her with his thick veined shaft. He tried hard and succeeded in getting in his middle finger too. He didn't stop at that, but fucked her with his fingers. She moaned. She felt as if she was in heaven. His fingers were as good as a cock. Poor girl! For a girl who never had a real cock, tight moving fingers is a boon indeed.

Satisfied with his test run, Bala smeared the balance oil on his shaft and wiped his hand on his hairs. Placing once again his oiled knob at her double lubricated hole, he pressed. It didn't get in but slipped out. He tried again and again, but it slipped out up, down and all sides. Frustrated, he looked at her face; but she was lying there with her eyes closed, awaiting the golden moment. Though it was first time to him too, looking her in trance, he resolved to go to any extend. He loaded her calves on his arms and leaned forward. Her buttocks upturned and so did her cunt opening wide. He raised his hips and pointed his steel right above her slot. Then he stabbed down with all his strength. She let out a shriek as if she was being murdered. His cock didn't miss the target this time and his knob and an inch more were already in. She wailed aloud and writhed to get out of his lock.

Luckily her cries were drowned by the noise of the bore well machine drilling at the neighbor house.

- Ah hoy, we'd broken through the rock. No problem hereafter.

The rigger shouted. The supervisor, who was standing apart, heard him and moved in with a big grin.

Bala bored down his sister's vagina, inch by inch, until his pubic hairs meshed with her moss and his balls hit against her buttocks. She was pleading him to let her go, but he was heady with his triumph to heed her plea. He pulled out his lance and stabbed in. She whimpered and trembled. He didn't give up. He fucked her hard, but as he had become tired in breaking her seal and overexcited by doing so, he couldn't hold for long. He shot his load in stream after stream and collapsed on her. Filling her womb with her brother's seeds, she pulled herself from under him and limped out of his room.

Bala was not able to spot his sister for the next three days. But he wanted to see her desperately. On the fourth day, after her deflowering, she came up to his door.

- Would you come down for your lunch or you want it here? Mom is out on her temple visit.

He didn't answer. He was angry about her disappearance. He looked away. She entered the room, sat on his bed beside him and lifted his chin. He swatted her hand away.

- What? The prince is angry with, eh?

- What then? With you hiding away, I was shrinking in as if I've acted immoral.

- Immoral indeed, molesting ones own sister.

- Willing not the said sister to open up, no brother here wouldn't have poked in.

- Alright, I only want that noble brother to see whether the hole he made has healed after three days rest.

She hiked her skirt and placed one of her legs on his thigh. Her little cunt there was smiling wet. He pulled her onto his lap, buried his face between her breasts and wept. She was confused. She never thought her big brother would be so emotional. She ran her fingers through his hairs and kissed his temple. They remained so awhile.

- Show me now your thing.

- What thing?

- Your pussy, you life taking devil.

She laughed; and slipped down from his lap. She made herself naked and helped him get rid of his clothes. She was fascinated by his big cock: so long and so hard. She ran his fingers around it.

- I never thought a boy would get this big.

- You don't like it then?

- I don't know yet. I've to try it now and find out.

She lay down on her back and invited him. But he knelt between her legs and kissed her cunt. She felt a shiver running all over her body.

- What's it?

- Just a kiss. But it tempts me to lick it nice.

- Oh! Then give that your thing in my mouth.

- What thing?

- Your cock, you sister fucker.

That was a good idea. But he didn't want to go up, because he feared his weight may choke her down when things go out of control. So he lay on his back and pulled her on top to 69.

Her mouth was as small as her cunt hole. With that small mouth she wrapped his cock upright. He grunted; and covered her cunt with his mouth. Both were novices in their act, but their organs are so sensitive to experience those acts for the first time. Hence the pleasure derived out of it was tremendous. With shivering warm bodies they tasted each other; and in no time they discharged into one another's mouths.

Released, she rolled down from above, turned to face him, took him into her hands and kissed him.

- Your tongue itself is fine. I think I don't need that bloody cock.

- Same is true with your mouth. Why labor unnecessarily.

- You taste salty, you know, and smell like slackened lime.

- I can't fix your smell and taste, but I love it.

She kissed him again on his words and that lingered as he locked back. Their hands explored their bodies in the mean time. It didn't take long for his cock to stir. When it started poking at her abdomen, she rolled on her back and pulled him on her top. His cock nudged between her thighs. She put down a hand and guided it to her hole. With a slight pressure he pushed in his tip. They looked into their eyes. She signaled alright. He entered in completely. She kissed him fervently. He started his fucking strokes: hard and lengthy ones. She lifted her hips and danced with him. The young couple, though a blood brother and sister, enjoyed the pleasure welling from their first ever painless cunt-cock mating.

When he raised his stroking speed, she realized he was racing towards the finishing line, but on the very verge of such understanding, her own dam broke. With intense palpitation all around her abdomen and shivering all over her body she threw her head back and let out a wild cry. In that instant he launched his cock deep into her womb and flooded her with his hot lava, stream after stream.

With sweat running down their spent bodies they lay as such, for a long time, with his limp cock held within her tight hole.

- While coming up, today, I was in fear.

- Why?

- What do you know about the pain I had on that day?

- And today?

- Superb! I don't know how to express. It was like floating in the sky. And to you?

- It was like I had entered into the heaven itself.

- Now you say this, but later with some other girl...

- Chi chi, I won't touch any other girl even in my mind.

- Me too. I won't consent to marry anyone, but to you I'll give my body, soul and everything.

He kissed her; pressed and sucked at her breasts. And his cock regained its length and girth. She lifted her legs and encircled his waist with them. And thus they became ready for the second show.

After the first class fucks of that day, Suma became crazy after her brother's cock; and it was she, who made the first move since then to their love making sessions. Rest of his vacation they spent fucking in all sort of positions described in that sex book.

At the end of that blissful vacation, he went away to his college hostel in another town. She too immersed in her studies to face her school final exams.

*

Once his final exams of were over, Bala returned home with full of dreams and plans to lead a lovemaking life with his sister Suma, but to his shock, she had gone out of their home and their home town, married. Heart broken, Bala decided not to see his sister ever again in his life. And he stopped caring for this mundane life; and was roaming unshaved and unkempt.

He was not interested to attend functions like wedding, where lot of happy people would gather. But he had to arrive at this wedding, purely on the insistence of his mother. And the first day was programmed for the engagement and the second day, for wedding. In the first day itself he had the fate to meet his sister and that too with her husband and she having a big belly. On the same day night, to get rid of his painful thoughts that ran around his sister, he resolved to hang himself.

*

His mother, after coming out of her grief, pulled him to her bosom and sighed.

- Why Bala, why this? What made you to take this extreme step?

- I met that devil, whom I intend to meet never in this life.

- Who?

- That who promised me that she'd never leave me. And today, she dare comes in front of me with her husband and the big belly he gave her.

- Don't you love her?

- Not now.

- What's the point, then, in killing yourself?

- 'Cause the memories of her kills me.

- O my poor child! Come to mamma.

Santha enclosed him in her embrace and crushed him against her boobs. He buried his face in her jumbo breasts and wept again. She ran her hands on his back as if soothing him, but slowly moved them down to his bums. Her body warmed up. She then moved one of her hands to his front on his crotch and cupped it. Startled, he stopped his sobs and was keen on his senses, in disbelief. He felt her hand, to his shock, pressing on his crotch. He raised his eyes to spy at her face. She smiled down at him and gave a nice squeeze to his crotch. He gasped, but a warm sensation spread throughout his body and his thing in between his legs stirred. She could sense the change in the bulge in between his legs. He felt ashamed; hence tried to wriggle out, but she held him in her firm grip.

- Relax. Mum will take care.

- Mummy?

- Better to switch to an alternate.

- But mummy...

- Nothing is sin in a life and death situation.

She kissed him squarely on his mouth. And he relaxed, but his cock strained to its full length. She put her hand under his clothes and pulled it out. It was huge with a sticky dew drop at the slit of its shining head. She feasted her eyes on its beauty and ran her hand on it, up and down, smearing its dew drops on her moving palm. He looked up at her face. She bored down into him with her large eyes darkened with liner.

As she played with his cock she unhooked her blouse and bra and freed her boobs to his view. They were heavy and large, as large as two well grown tender coconuts. Her nipples were jutting big, as big as jackfruit nuts. She heaved his face to them and fed an ample flesh to his mouth. Also she took one of his hands and placed it on her other breast. He sucked at her taut nipple and, at the same time, pressed her large breast at hand. She half closed her eyes and enjoyed it, pulling at his cock all the time. He got aroused beyond his limit and pushed his cock up and down against her palm, indicating his desire to fuck her, his own mother.

She pulled off her sari and tossed it away, hiked her petticoat and lay flat on her back. Her cunt surfaced like a bushy mound. Attracted by its prominence he stared at it, but she didn't give him time and pulled him on top of her. His cock head nudged against her wiry pubic hairs. She spread her thighs to accommodate him in between. Stretching a hand she grasped his cock and placed its head at the slippery mouth of her vagina; and then placed both her hands on his bums and pulled him down. His cock plunged her depths stretching her vaginal walls all the way in. She gasped. She never had anything so big, reached her so deep, in her life before. Covering the entire length of her sheath, it had delved into her womb itself. If he cum, she thought, it would get discharged directly at her womb, allowing nothing to go waste. As she thought so, she felt a shiver at her abdomen, taking her up to her peak, even before he started his strokes. She groaned; locked him in her thighs and arms and crushed him in a bone breaking embrace.

- What's it mum? You could've killed me.

- I wanted to and stuff you as such in my cunt, but as a mother I can't. You don't know what you've just done to me. Sheer size of your cock that invaded, stretched my cunt to lift me to the heaven, you know.

- Mum, your language!

- Don't you like it?

- But...you are my mum.

- Fuck the reverence. Your cock is already sunk in your mother's cunt. Fuck the hell out of it. Come on, fuck me.

She loosened the shackles of her limps. He pulled his cock out and slammed in. She groaned. He drove his piston in and out of her slippery sheath. Her cunt was hot like a furnace and wet like a swamp. As his cock was sliding through it he whimpered. She encouraged him to fuck her hard. Pressing her big breasts and grunting, he fucked her ruthlessly. With the heels of her raised legs she drummed at his bums and shouted at him as a jockey would do to his race horse. He sped up his strokes and attacked her as a spirited one. She lifted her buttocks up in the air and fucked him back and collapsed down.

It was too much for her to bear the pleasure. Her tunnel was flooded more with her own fluids. He continued with his speedy short strokes for five more minutes and opened his fire so deep into her womb. He rushed into her with his semen stream after stream. He kept it stored for the past four months exclusively for his sister's cunt, but discharged now into her mother's womb. Santha locked him with her legs and hands and showered kisses all over his face. She never had a fuck like that in her life.

*

Six months back, she happened to witness a cow-bull fuck. On the way back home from temple, she was passing by a cow shed. An adolescent servant boy, inside the shed, was leading a bull to mount on a cow. Santha's legs pulled her to a stop, but she moved a bit forward under the shade of a tree to pretend a respite. The boy brought the young bull behind the cow. The bull sniffed the cunt of the cow and bared its teeth. It sniffed so at it a few times. The cow stood still willingly. A thin stream of mucus could be seen shining out of its cunt. As the bull smelled on, its cock ejected itself out of its sheath. Then the bull mounted the cow and buried its cock deep into the cunt of the cow. The cow bellowed, 'Mmmaaaahhh', but bore up. Discharging its seeds in, the bull dismounted the shaky cow.At that instant, an elderly man in clean dress entered the shed and shouted at the boy.

- Hey, what is it that you're trying to do with the cow?

- It was in heat, sir. You can see it by the sticky fluid out of its reproducing organ.

- So?

- So, I made the bull mounted her.

- Idiot! The bull is this cow's own calf. Don't you know that?

- Is it? But, baron, it went smooth.

- Nonsense! Go and mount your mother; it'll go smooth too.

- Aren't you the one, sir, doing it already?

- What do you mean, boy?

- I've seen it, you mounting mine mom.

- Then don't drum it out, you fool.

Santha felt wetness between her legs. All of a sudden clouds gathered above and a chill wind shook her to awareness. She hurried away to her home.

That night she threw one of her legs over her husband's thighs and invited him for a fuck. But he snarled at her saying, they had grown up children fit enough to get married and it was not right to have sex. She begged him to comply only once. On her persistence he agreed at last, but his cock didn't lift its head at all. She took it in her mouth and sucked at it until her jaws started aching, but it didn't stir. Frustrated, she turned her back to him and wept.

*

And after six months, in this night in a lodge room, in another town, she had quenched her thirst; doused the fire that scorched her cunt by none other than her own son; his steel stiff cock, double the size of his father's.

- Bala darling.

- Mmmm.

- Thank you, darling.

- For what, mum?

- For the fuck. I never had one like this in my whole life, my boy.

- I'm happy to know that I've satisfied you, mom. But you were fantastic.

- You liked it with me?

- Mum, I loved it.

- More than with Suma?

- Mummy!?

- I know it, thief.

- How?

- I viewed it with my own eyes.

- When?

- When I wondered what a brother and sister would do behind a closed door.

- Mum...why didn't you prevent us then?

- I wanted to, but I couldn't.

- Means...

- I myself was sex starved, then, with your dad became useless. Seeing the size of your cock splitting your sister's little cunt in two, I wanted to rush in, relieve her and render you my big hole.

- Mom!?

- And I was dreaming and scheming all these days.

- Really?

- And today, your foolish decision to die would've left my dreams dead.

- And I wouldn't have entered the heaven I was made in.

- You rogue.

She crushed his mouth with her own and flexed her cunt muscles around his cock that was entrenched in. It infused life into his thing and it started growing. She smiled at him and her eyes shone bright. Grinning, he moved his palms on her massive breasts in circles and manipulated her nipples. His cock became rock hard again, extending its head into her womb. She loosened the grip of her thighs around him and hiked up her cunt a little, as a green signal. Pressing at her breasts he moved through her in his lengthy strokes, so natural with his long cock. She closed her eyes and thought, enjoying the sensations through out her tunnel, that it was a boon to mate with a cock like that. And into the night their fucking extended...

Bala jerked up from his sleep. The lights were on. By his side, his mother was sleeping spread-eagled on her back. Her heavy thighs apart, a pale red gash smiled through the stout dark lips of her hairy cunt. And a globule of thick white substance is hanging at its lower rim.

There was a knocking at the door.

Bala jerked his mother to wake. She was quick. She threw his clothes on him and told him to get out of the bed and feign sleep on the sofa. She gathered her sari, blouse, bra and petticoat and threw them as a bundle into a cupboard and closed it; and pulled out a nightgown from her bag and slipped herself into it. Jasmine flowers that she had on her hairs the previous evening had now scattered and found crushed all over the bed. She scooped and dumped them into the bin.

By then the knocking had sounded several times. As she opened the door she shot the first accusation.

- Why the hell do you disturb our sleep in the dead of night?

- It's already dawn; six O'clock morning, you lazy woman.

- Morning?

- Yes. I like to have a nap. Wedding is only at ten. Wake me at nine.

Bala's father stretched on the bed and sunk into sleep at once. Loud snoring from him started echoing on the walls.

Bala was fully awake. He got down from the sofa and went into the bathroom; but his mother slipped in with him and overtook him to sit on the toilet. A noisy stream of urine jetted out through her fatty lips. Once she completed and got up, Bala stood over the toilet and started urinating. His mother came around behind him and took over his pissing cock from his hand and directed the jet into the drain.

- Mum, daddy may wake up!

- He won't. Can't you hear his snores? Even if we fuck on the bed by his side, he won't find out.

- So?

- I want to have some fun. You want it this time in my mouth or cunt?

- As you like it.

She knelt in front and took his cock into her mouth. With little effort his erection became threatening. She was not able to accommodate even half of his cock, but sucked at it enthusiastically. With her one hand gripping the base of his cock, she fondled his testicles with the other hand. He could feel her expertise and no soon he started rocking. He moved his hips to and fro and fucked her mouth. She held his bums and tightened her lips around him. He fucked into her tight warm grip. She lifted her eyes and looked up at his face. He looked down. Their eyes locked. Her eyes were dark and large. The liner that was applied around them was smeared then, but that gave her a vampish look. A shiver ran through his spine. 'What's it?' her upward eyes questioned him. 'Nothing,' his downward look answered her. 'How do you feel?' 'In heaven.'

When his cock tightened to approach his bursting point, she released him abruptly and got up. Gasped by her let-down, he tried to press her down pleading with his eyes. She swatted his hands off, but pulled him into an embrace. She hissed in his ear.

- You are too big. I have another mouth too, down there in between my thighs. It's deep enough to take in all your length. Give it there and finish the game.

- Oh, you...

- Whore?

- No! God forbid.

- That's what you thought looking down at my liner drawn eyes, while I was at your cock.

- Ah, you mind reader! I thought you had a vampish look.

- But I like to be your whore.

- No arguments. Show me that deep mouth.

She tried to lye down on the bathroom floor, but it was quite chill. So she went down on her four and wagged her buttocks at him. He knelt behind her, pointing his cock for the attack. She, bringing her hands backward, deliberately pulled out her bum cheeks and the fatty lips of her cunt down below. Her red gash was drooling to feed on some big thing. She threw back her head and looked at him, over her shoulder, invitingly. Drawn by her whoring gestures, he moved in and fed his bulbous knob in between her pulled out lips. She released her hands so as to let her cunt lips meshed around the head of his cock. He held her hips and plunged in. She let out a groan. Then it was not he who did the action, but she who moved her bums back and forth and fucked his cock in and out.

Half an hour later, as she trembled by the intensity of her climax, he took charge on the show, fucked her at a high speed and emptied his balls into her womb.

Leaving her to take bath, he went out of the hotel room and entered into a saloon. When he came out of the saloon he had removed his beard and trimmed his mustache. By the time he reentered the hotel room he found his mother had completed her bath and was standing before the dressing mirror. She beamed at his shaved face and rushed to kiss his smooth cheeks.

- So, you've come out of your misery?

- You made it possible, mum.

- That's a compliment, of which I'm proud of.

She pulled him inside the bathroom and kissed him on his mouth. She didn't forget, before coming out, to give his limp cock a squeeze and leave him had his bath.

When they arrived at the wedding hall, it was already crowded. Bala's father went away and mingled with his age group. Santha was so beautiful in her mango yellow silk sari with sindhoor red border. Her son Bala said that it was she who looked like the bride. Santha was pleased at his comment, yet she felt a bitter jealousy within her raised its head when she noticed lot of young girls gazing at her son, now, clean shaved and well dressed. And she decided not to leave her son alone. But, at that precious moment, the mother of the bride ushered her away to ask her for some help. And she walked away from him while sashaying her hips as she moved.

When santha returned to the spot where she left her son, there she saw lot of young girls baring their teeth, surrounding her handsome son. She felt as if to kill those sluts, trying to snatch away her jewel. She called him by his name and he joined her as soon as he spotted her. She led him to upstairs. The wedding hall was a big one with few rooms upstairs. Santha had a bunch of keys and she tried a lock of one of the rooms. She succeeded with a key and she led her son into that room. There was a big bed inside and beside it were few baskets full of flowers.

- What's it mum?

- It is the room going to be decorated for the first night of the newly married.

- Are we here to decorate it?

- To sanctify it. The bride's mother gave me the key bunch to keep safe, till the marriage is over. And I thought I could find some use.

- I don't follow.

- Follow me then, I have a thing to show you.

Santha locked the room within and moved towards the bed. She removed her silk sari and blouse, folded them neatly and placed them away on a side stand. Her big boobs were trying to break the seams of her pink bra, half of them already overflowing. He felt the stir in his pants and knew then what was going to happen. She herself approached him and took off his well groomed dress and hung them on a stand. He was in his vest and brief and she, in her bra and petticoat. His hands hankered at her big boobs peeping out of her bra. He caught them. She gave him time just to have a feel and then backed away. She pulled off her petticoat, slowly and turning around all the while. She emerged out in a pink laced panty to match her bra. He was thrilled. He never had imagined his mother still using panties. As far as he knew, it was suffice to have a petticoat under sari. She stood in front and pushed her panty clad pussy forward. A wet patch he could see at the peninsula of her bulge. His cock was threatening to break his brief. She spun on her legs once again to show her treasures. Her tummy was not so fatty, he thought, and with her big boobs and bums she had the sexiest structure a man would die to have a go.

She caught his hand and led him to the bed. Resting her bums on the edge of the mattress, she spread opened her thighs. And she pulled him to stand in between her legs. She herself unhooked her bra and offered her bounced out breasts in his hands to maul. Her breasts were already tight with excitement and her big nipples were as stiff as his thumps. He pressed them as his breaths were fuming hot. And she hooked her thumps to his brief's waist band and pushed it down. His cock sprang out and slapped at her face. She giggled, bending, helping him out of his brief. He himself pulled off his vest. Straightening up she held his cock and pushed back its foreskin. His cock head was already glistening with a load of his pre-cum. She let her tongue out and licked at his cock head. He groaned. She put the length of his cock in the hollow of her breasts and placing her hands on the sides of her domes; crushed her breasts against his cock. She looked up and winked. He understood and moved his cock to fuck her breasts. On every upward thrust his long cock reached above her chin and she kept opened her mouth to have a swig. It was more than he could imagine and he feared that he would shoot his cum right at her face.

- Mum, I'm highly exited and I may shoot at any time.

- Shoot then.

She said it in the short break of his down stroke and didn't miss the upstroke to mouth his cock head. He held her shoulders and sped up his strokes through her boob mass. At his very first groan, she let her boobs free and held him around his cock with her sucking mouth; his buttocks with her pulling hands. He shot into her mouth load after load and she gulped even to the lost drop. But a thin stream escaped her intake and traced down her chin. Letting his cock slipped out of her mouth, she scooped that thin stream of his cum with her finger, smelled it and then put that finger into her mouth to wipe it out.

- You smelled nice, like a meaty rose.

- Mom, that was great. You gulped every drop.

- I like it flow down my throat.

- Mom, I never imagined. It's unbelievable.

- I sensed you were fascinated by my boobs. Boobs are symbol of motherhood; a son will be naturally attracted to them. And since my son is also my lover, I decided to give him a treat in them.

- Oh, great! I loved it; I can never forget this.

- I loved it too. First time for me; it occurred to my mind as you pressed them as if to get more out of them.

- Really! Hope more such occurrence in future.

- Naughty boy! You made a whore out of me; and I like it. Your dad is nothing. Your cock to my cunt is the perfect match. It's you who showed me now the pleasure of being born as a woman. I'm afraid I won't allow you to marry another girl.

- Why should I? Can any other girl give this much pleasure? You are my wife rest of my life.

- Oh, my son and my husband turned out, thank you. Thank you very much.

- Mom, somebody may seek us down.

- Nobody will, before the wedding is over. We are timing it. Wait, I have to show you some main thing for which I've brought you here.

She lay on the bed on her back and ordered him to lower down her panty. Wondering, he knelt in between her legs and, as she lifted her buttocks, pulled down her panty. Oh, mother goddess! Her broad plump pussy there was smiling at him, hairless. He gulped down. It was so tempting. Even at forty, her lips there under hadn't lost their fats. As he was looking, his mother ran her fingers on her mound. That was provoking; but what she did next was too much to bear. She placed her thumps on the lips and pulled them out. Her bean size clit popped out, with her pink tunnel under, inviting.

He dived in with his face down; his tongue going down right into her hole. She didn't expect it. She did a show, so as to stir back his cock into action, but to have his tongue instead was fantastic. His cock of course was erect already. She let her lips to cling on to his tongue and put her hands on his head, running her fingers through his soft dense hairs. It was like breast feeding her baby. Instead of her breasts, it was through her pussy now. Running his fingers on his earlobes, she encouraged him to eat her out. He took her clitoris in between his lips and sucked at it as she did with his cock a bit earlier. She arched her back, fed him more of her and trembled. And then he put two fingers into her slot and moved them in and out, all the while lashing her clit with his tongue. It was too much. Her husband had his cock sucked by her, but never cared to put his mouth on her there. This was her first time and it was maddening. She clutched his hairs and crushed her pussy against his mouth and shuddered. And she released her juices to run down his chin.

In that instant he raised himself up and entered her with his rigid cock. Weeping with pleasure, she pulled him on her. And still her body was trembling. He seized her by her breasts, crushed her mouth with his own and fucked her cunt with the vigor of a young stud. She never had a mind blowing fuck, in her life, like that. Her body was swept by the rush of pleasure waves. Wailing, she complained that he was killing her, but pleaded all the same to kill her. She wanted to die in that peak of pleasure with his cock in.

Driving his mummy mad was a thrill added to his pleasure. He attacked her, blow after blow, as if to tear down her cunt. And finally when he cum, he buried his teeth in to her shoulder and flooded her tunnel.

As he pulled out his cock and got up, he found his mother unconscious. Shocked, he ran into the bathroom and rushed back with a mug of water. He doused her face with the water. With a jerk she opened her eyes. For a few seconds her gaze was aimless, but then it settled on her son's worried face. As she recollected, she pulled him onto her and drenched his face and neck with her shower of kisses.

- Afraid?

- Because you were blabbering of dying as such.

- The pleasure was so intense.

- It was so, for me too, but...

- But I was on the receiving end, you know. And with your licking and fucking combined...

- Then, I won't do so hereafter.

- But I'll insist.

- You...

- Your mother, a whore. Get up; we will go down to the world out.

They dressed and came out of the room down to the stage. The wedding was already over. When the mother of the bride spotted santha, she rushed to her. Santha handed over the bunch of keys to her and kept her face as if nothing happened. When they moved through the crowd, they came face to face with Suma's husband.

- Where's Suma?

- She didn't come, aunty. She said she had a headache.

- Poor girl! Ok, we will go and visit her.

- Nice, aunty, but I'll go to office straight from here.

- That's ok. I will go with Bala.

- She will be happy.

As soon as his brother-in-law moved away, Bala pulled his mom away and said he was not going anywhere. His mother said she wanted to open out to him some secrets. So they came out of the wedding hall. There was a bus stop in front of the wedding hall and none was waiting there. They went there and pretending as if they were waiting for a bus; they talked.

- What's your problem in paying your sister a visit?

- Don't ask me, please. I can't discuss.

- About the way she got married and pregnant?

- In a way, yes.

- But if it's your baby?

- What?

- In fact it is. You made her pregnant and went away to college. We didn't want to kill your baby. It was I who persuaded her to take a husband to make alibi to your child. You made her pregnant; you spoiled her studies. Yet you nurse this grudge against her.

- I'm sorry, mum. I didn't know. Come, we will go to her at once.

Bala's father wanted to go home earlier to be in touch with the satsangh to hatch a plan for the journey to Banares the next day. Santha told him that they wanted to pay a visit at their daughter. He suggested then that he would leave and they can come later.

*

Suma was not living far off. When she received her mother and brother she became jubilant. Apart from Suma, only her mother-in-law was there in her house at that time.

Santha requested that old lady to take her to a famous temple in that town, creating privacy to her children to share their feelings.

As soon as the elder women left the house, Suma rushed in on to her brother's hands and wept bitterly. He patted her back and calmed her down.

- Why didn't you come to the wedding today?

- Because you didn't talk to me yesterday.

- I didn't know then. Only today mummy told me the whole story. Is it our child that you are carrying?

- Yes, feel it.

- I'm sorry I had mistaken you.

- It's alright, now you have come.

- How does your husband treat you?

- No complaints, but not so big as you have there under.

- Oh my love!

- Show me that which made me pregnant; I want to thank it.

- But you are pregnant.

- Doctor says I can have sex up to seven months; it will widen the vagina for an easy delivery. But yours is too long. No deep penetrations.

- How then?

- Enter me from behind.

- Are you so worked up?

- I want to feel you again in me.

- Ok, then, lock the door.

As she became naked, he kissed her bulged out belly and her little triangle. What a difference between mother and daughter! Mummy's cunt was so broad and fleshy and of his sister even the lips were thin. She herself opened his fly and pulled out his cock. It was ready. She covered its head with her mouth and chewed at it for quite some time. When he released his cock from the grip of her lips, she was beaming with satisfaction. Then she supported herself against a wall and presented him her back. He closed in and entered her. Her half standing position allowed only half of his cock in. That was sensible. He cupped her small breasts in gentle squeeze and drove his cock half to her depth, in and out.

- Oh my... how tight you are!

- That's because my husband's thing is not as thick as yours.

- Its pity I lost you.

- Don't worry; I will come back to you for my next baby too.

- Promise?

- Promise.

He fucked her slowly and gently as if playing a music instrument. It took long time for him to discharge, because he had emptied his balls twice in the forenoon in that high voltage love making with his mother at the wedding hall upstairs. But his sister is meeting him after a long gap. And so she reached her climax soon. He continued with his fuck, for some more time, and ejaculated. As he pulled out his cock, she turned around and clung to him.

*

Bala and his mother reached back home by evening. His father was not there. He would return home, usually, after ten in the night. Bala was about to climb up, but his mother called him into his parent's bedroom.

- What's it, mum?

- Did you have a session with Suma?

- No, we were just talking. That's all.

- If so, why don't we have one here on your father's bed?

His cock jerked at her remark. She was undressing to change, but decided otherwise and faced him naked. He moved to her as an iron piece to a magnet. She went over the bed and lay on her back. She pulled her feet in, folded her legs and stretched them out. Her shaved cunt bloomed like a flower. She ran a finger over it and signaled him near by the same finger. He undressed himself and crawled in between her wide opened thighs. She put her hand on his head and pushed it down, aiming her cunt to couple with his mouth. And there followed, as she planned to thrive, another intense session.

After dinner, he went up and fell into deep sleep in no time. But at around 11 O'clock, his mother came up to his room and roused him awake.

- Mum, leave me alone. I want to sleep.

- But have some milk.

- Why at this hours? I feel really sleepy.

- What to do? Your father arrived only now. I saw him had his dinner and slept.

The milk she brought him had some ingredients in it. It drew away his sleep. His mother seated herself on his bed and ran her hand on his thighs.

- Mom!?

- But let me have a nap here by your side.

He gave her space to lie down. She lay down by his side, but placed her head on his lap and brushed her cheek against his bulge. Young blood that he was and it was quite natural for him to have a hard on, even after so many sessions. Sensing his stir under, she lifted her eyes to his face. He smiled down to her, awkwardly. Beaming back, she traced his cock by her lips over his cloth and nipped at it with her teeth, like a cat while lifting its cub. He felt his blood rushing and his cock wrenching to get released.

She uncovered his treasure. It was straining up and jerking its head, like as a fence lizard. As she pushed down its foreskin, his cock head was gleaming wet with its fluids. What a beauty it is! She drooled by her mouth and by her pussy as well. She let out her tongue to run all over his swollen tip. He ran his fingers tenderly on her earlobes. She looked up to read his face. Their eyes locked. And there was a begging in his burning eyes. Without pulling away her stare, she wrapped her lips around his cock and he closed his eyes in bliss. She bobbed her head, taking in his young rigidity as far as her deep throat allowed.

But by then there was a knock on the door. She pulled her mouth of its candy, made him to lye on his sides and covered him up to his neck. As she opened the door, she found her husband standing there.

- Ah, you are here! I forget to tell you that I have to get up at five in the morning to catch the train to Banaras.

- Oh! Bala is not well. That's why I...

Her husband walked in and felt his son's forehead. He could feel the heat, but of the fire kindled by his sexed up wife on their fuckable son. Poor father had no inkling of the plays being enacted under his roof!

- My God, he's having temperature! Stay here and be with him.

- I will.

And he went down the stairs. She bolted the door within and got back to her job in hand. As she pulled away the sheet that covered his naked glory, her son turned on his back. His cock stood upright, like a clenched hand, challenging her straight. She tore away the nightgown off her and jumped on his cock. It impaled up her cunt. She jumped up and down on his cock, stretching her vaginal walls with its steel hard thickness. Her heavy boobs too jumped along as if she did skipping rope. Bala held his mother's bounties and pressed them hard. As she battled with him as if to swallow him up, she got tired and she tumbled on him and gasped for air. At this, he raised himself to finish off the battle. He held her plentiful bums and lunged up his cock, pistoning through her fat lipped pussy hole. As her juices gushed down and dampened his pubic bush, he doubled up his speed. And then all of a sudden she felt her tunnel being hot flooded of his cock head eruption.

- My God! My son! By every fuck you lift me up; and I'm afraid, very soon I may squeeze you dry.

- Never mind, mum. It's my honor to serve your pussy that gave me birth.

- What a lucky cunt I own to own a lovely cock my own son owns!

She kissed him with gratitude and rolled off him, but kept him enclosed in her embrace and went to sleep as such.

Soon as she lost herself into a pleasant sleep; she was woken up by a harsh knock on the door. The room was glaring in the light, left without switched off. Her son was sleeping on his side, naked with his enormous cock bearing the dry patches of their love juice left unwashed. Her own cunt then was a pit of sticky discharge. She pulled a bed sheet up and covered her son his waist down. The nightgown she pulled on her was stiff in many places with dried up overflows.

As she opened the door, her husband was standing out.

- And, Santha, it's time; I'm leaving.

- I'll make some coffee.

- Ok, then. How is Bala, now?

- The whole night he didn't sleep, nor allowed me to sleep.

- Oh, then, don't trouble yourself in making me a coffee. Go in, sleep.

Her husband tried to push her in. And the spot on the nightgown, where he touched her was stiff with the dried-up ejaculations. He wondered what it was! But at the same moment his son lying inside turned on his sleep, the sheet slipped, and his nakedness came into focus. He had turned on his back. The father noticed the flaccid huge thing that was his son's penis. Also he failed not to notice the dried up patches of love juices that it had bathed in. Connecting this and that, the father was struck with horror. Observing the change in him, Santha turned her eyes to where her husband was gazing. And she was shocked.

Her husband didn't speak a word thereafter, but limped away down the stairs. She stood there motionless until his steps faded out. Then she turned back, walked in and settled on the cot where her son was sleeping. For a long time, she sat there, gazing at her son's big thing that had thrilled her in its each and every dive. Santha bent down and placed a kiss on his love pole. Pulling off her nightgown, she sprawled naked along her son and tripped into sleep; the door being left to stand ajar.