Chapter 435 - oz du

The land Khokhapur, in which this tale; my tale is based in, is a small agricultural hamlet in Haryana, a northern agrarian state in India.

There are about 80-90 families residing here since many centuries now and it suffices to say that our village isn't any different than a typical crude hamlet of peasants and feudal lords. What's different though is our village is known for its hardy men and their proud history of serving in the Indian armed forces.

But it's always a village that bears the cost of a war and as history very well knows, we have had several painful ones and they have taken a toll, a frightful one, for all of us.

Our family is considered fairly rich among the native people of Khokhapur. We have always owned more than ample land in the village, where we have grown wheat and maize in plenty. We live in a large but antiquated spread out bungalow that is made up of five medium sized houses arranged in a large circle, connected to one another by common walls but has separate entrances to each house from the inner circle only. These houses were all made of stone bricks, may be 2 centuries ago, build together inside one large compound wall at-least 20 feet high, to stop meddling lowly peasants from interfering.

We have always been very private about our affairs and our family.

The compound wall is also made out of stone bricks. It has a tall solid black-rusted iron gate as a single entrance to all five houses.

There are also another 10 small houses to accommodate the various servants who have been serving the household since a long time, but they are located towards the distant left side corner area of the property, with a large bamboo forest and a century old well that separates the main compound from theirs.

We have a common terrace joining the circular compound, but the stairs were built only from the main house, so that the patriarch or his man-servants only can utilise the terrace at night to oversee distant lying agri fields on all sides of the house. This was done primarily during the crop cutting season to keep the guards vigilant and alert them to any thief or miscreants from other villages trying to steal or burn the ripe crops. It was like a vantage point. There is a small room on the terrace with a cot or two and ropes and kerosene and other such things for flaming torches to warn the guards.

The porch of the five houses all open inward to an open aired brick layered field where the crops and the grains are stored after winnowing them in the fields. It also serves up as a common tittle-tattle area for the ladies and servants.

During the hot months of summer, sometimes the family would sleep on the cots in the open.

Let me introduce the family before I proceed further.

I, Sangeeta Devi, live with my mother-in-law Kavita Devi, in the second house that was on the left side. I am a widow of an army captain, Anandpal Singh, who was 10 years elder to me when we were married off by our parents. He was an energetic hardy man and a loving husband.

But to my ill-gotten luck, he was martyred 18 years ago when our child, Arjun was only 2 years old and still feeding at my ample breasts.

I am 39 years old and when I wistfully look back at myself now, it doesn't feel that long when I was still a virile busty young woman in love with a darling hunk of a husband and a beautiful angelic son.

Arjun is my only child and also the only able male in our family.

Arjun, 21 years old & my beautiful son has grown up to be a splitting image of his father and to my great delight has also quickly taken up the responsibility of the feudal lordship and also that of the household.

Since Arjun turned 18, he has occupied the central house facing the main gate.

It was vacated by Kavita Devi after the death of the patriarchal head, her husband, late Choudhary Harpal Singh.

My mother-in-law moved in with me after his death, as the central house is ritually occupied by the head of the family, which my darling son has grown up to be.

On Arjun's left side is the house of Amritpal Singh, younger brother of my beloved dead husband, who has been posted in Kashmir where he was involved in a grenade attack on his convoy two years ago. Since then, he has retired to the village as a paralytic cripple, more or less, & spends most of his awake time in the outhouse amongst the servant quarters on his hookah and country made whiskey.

Amrit's wife, my co-sister, Sharmila Devi resides in the house mainly. She's my closest confidante and a cheerful woman in spite of all her troubles. She's 37 years old but unfortunately barren since marriage, which is a big curse in our culture. She loves Arjun like her own son and always manages to pamper him. Since childhood, Arjun would spend more time at her house than ours.

I still don't know who Arjun is closer, between the two of us.

Another reason why I am so proud of my son is because when Amrit came back from the Army and wanted to separate from Sharmila, Arjun insisted to let her stay in our house, although Amrit bhai never wished to see her here.

Barren women are not even the equivalent of lowly maid servants in rural India and I shudder to think of what would have happened to Sharmila's life if Arjun didn't have his way. She is still so young in my eyes. Arjun makes us proud every day.

On the right side of Arjun's central house, resides Ashwini Devi, Arjun's aunt & youngest sister of Anand and Amrit, along with her husband Karanpal. Ashwini Devi is 3 years elder to me but has aged gracefully and is still today a stunning beauty. We don't have a good talking relationship though. She always maintained that I am cursed & still blames my bad luck for Anand's death, Amrit's crippling injury and Sharmila's infertility.

Till this day she won't' talk to me with a straight face, and this used to hurt a lot. I have never had any bad eye on them and always wish good things for everyone including their family. They have a beautiful daughter together, who was recently married to a distant cousin of Sharmila, from a nearby village in Hisar district.

My mother-in-law, Kavita Devi decided that after marriage, they should stay in our house as we had a vacant fifth house, second on the right side. Another reason is as we were short of members in the family, Anand opined that it benefits if we have more trusted hands to help to oversee the many different petty jobs.

So Saina, Ashwini's daughter and her husband Sukhiram have been residing with us since almost a year. Sukhiram mostly oversees the field work and Karanpal manages the accounting stuff, mostly from his work room in their house.

Like all big joint families, we have our share of the skeletons in cupboard and I am privy to a dark secret since many years now and my heart is burdened with the knowledge of it.

How can I forget that hot windless & restless night of June, last year?

...

It was unbearably hot that whole month and even after two cold showers, I wasn't able to sleep. My bedroom window opens towards the inner centre and I had kept it open that night.

From there I have an unrestricted vision of Arjun's house, as any doting mother would like to have. I was continuously tossing and turning on my bed and finally gave up.

It was almost 3 in the night and the whole house was eerily silent. It was a moonlit night and I thought I will sit in the inner facing porch and look at the night sky for a bit to soothe my restless nerves.

Saina & Sukhi had gone to her in-laws village for a month and Ashwini Devi & Karanpal had gone to Rishikesh for a temple visit for a few days and so both the families were not to return back till at-least two weeks.

I went over and sat on the cemented porch for a few minutes. A distant clock was ticking by and as time passed, streams of sweat began to run from my neck and pooled between my generous and deep cleavage and trickled below to wet my saree near my mound. The streams tingled my bare skin as they slivered through and awoke a funny feeling deep inside my stomach. This often happens many a night since my husband's death and now I am pretty much accustomed to live cold like this, without a strong male to roughly fondle my heavy breasts through my loose blouse, to pull up my saree and finger and lick my bare womanhood, to lie below him & feel that warm steel rod of throbbing veiny cock enter deep into my womb and deposit multiple hot burning loads night after living night.

No number of cold showers can bury a lusting woman's fire. The coal embers of cravings have been smothered but not dead as yet. Yet another forsaken night when I have to finger myself to sleep I guess.

There was no wind at all and as I turned back frustrated, to return to my room, my old eyes were alerted towards a flicker of a weak light coming through a tiny gap in the window of Arjun's house. Why was he awake at this hour of the night! Is he also feeling as restless as me, due to the heat? Or is he feeling lonely!

Although he's only 21, he's been doing a man's job for so many years now and probably misses a woman's comfort. I simpered at the thought of a lusty wife being ridden hard by Arjun, as did his father with me for hours together and rebuked myself, almost immediately. He's too young for my wanton imaginations.

How wrong was I?

I went to the door and tried to push it gently. The door was locked from inside. It was quite odd to find the door locked, as doors of all four houses, other than the main house, generally remained open from the inner side. None of the four houses have doors opening to the outer compound, other than through a single door between the 5 of us opposite to Arjun's house. I went through the door and came over to the outer side wall and peeped in through the small glass window of the bedroom of the main house.

Although the window curtains were drawn and the glass hazed with damp fog, after straining my eyes, I could see a candle burning at the far corner & the room was dim lit and a bit hazy. Two lithe figures were joint at the hips & heaving on the bed. My eyes quickly went wide at the sight.

Inside the hazy room, I watched Arjun half-knelt behind Sharmila, both stark naked. Their bodies glistened in the hazy candle light that waved around in the mist of damp sweaty fog. Sharmila was facing towards me, her hair loose around her neck and her pendulous breasts hanging low & swaying violently near her forearms.

Her titties looked so full and heavy that they lugged half a second slower than the rest of her violently well-fucked body. Her dark brown nipples were grazing the bed-sheet, although she was half kneeling half crouching under my son like a bitch in heat.

As I watched him move like a hydraulic piston pump, my eyes fell on her face. She was glowing with radiance in the dim-lit room and her sharp jaw was drooling with saliva oozing out the corner of her gaping mouth. Her pupils were almost rolled back into her eyelids and I feared she would die with the ecstasy caused by his demonic thrusts.

My son was kneeling on one knee and the other leg, half bent on the bed as he pumped like a never-ending lorry into her wide behind. His facial expressions were gnarled and his body was like that of an athlete after he's run a full marathon. Arjun's chest muscles were rippling with raw energy and his abs we're shining with sweat as he gradually fastened his pace, while in his large hands he bunched Sharmila's hair and jerked her dainty little head towards him like that of a horse being ridden to its death.

Arjun was always a big boy as he grew up but he was always gentle and soft spoken & I had never imagined him to be such a rough lover. Sharmila always used to naughtily comment that Arjun would need more than one woman to satisfy his urges, but I always brushed them off as silly banter between village hags.

Little did I know!

The sounds of Arjun's soft grunts, Sharmila's more animalistic ones, and the loud primal slapping of skin on warm skin filled the large, dark bedroom. He kept riding her for a long time.

"Ufffff Mamma (Hindi for mother) ... I am cumming in your womb..." said Arjun as he shut his eyes tight.

He came and came inside this strange woman under him, whom I thought I knew so well.

After almost a minute of pumping hot cum in her, he kicked her butt as if to push her away. It was so humiliating to see my gentleman of a son treat her this way.

Sharmila immediately turned towards him affectionately and said, "Oooooohhhhh Arjun, my dear son... See how much of your cum is flowing out of my barren cunt."

She pooled her fingers under her cunt and brought a dollop of thick cum to her mouth and made loud slurping sounds.

What was transpiring was obscene by any standards of imagination, but I was exotically hooked on like a magnet.

Unknown to myself, my left hand had crept inside my saree and violently inserting three fingers in my dripping wet pussy.

I thought to myself aloud, "I'm dreaming"

I felt something trickle down my bare leg. I realised that my vagina was so wet that it was dripping. "Heavens." I put a hand between my legs, under the hanging flaps of the saree and felt my slit. I'd never been that wet before.

"Wow, Arjun... Is it even bigger than yesterday?", said Sharmila as she kneeled in front of my son, her fingers draped on his organ.

She looked at that great hanging thing, like a formidable digging drill dripping with warm liquid from her pussy. Her gaze went behind it to those two tumescent balls.

"I want to show you something I learned" quipped Arjun as he stood up and guided her to a sitting position on the marbled floor.

"Would you like me to... you know... service you now?" Sharmila whispered as she looked up at him with soft eyes, & her pupils dilated.

Arjun immediately replied "No thank you. You were so nice to sneak out as usual and see me. I want to do something for you."

Arjun sank to his knees and spread her legs.

"What are you doing down there? No one has ever touched me there. You shouldn't... ooooooohhhhhhh... oh no... mmmmmmmm... it's... nice." Sharmila felt him spread out her lips, exposing her clit.

She felt his tongue dart out and lick her slit. Quickly, he was alternating between licking and nibbling on her protruding lips and lapping at her clit.

I vaguely knew people did this sort of thing, but I had never considered it for myself.

"You... you..." Sharmila couldn't finish her thought as Arjun's tongue rocketed her off with a powerful orgasm. She shook like a leaf and her fingers dug into Arjun.

"How was that?" Arjun looked up at her, his face glistening in the orange glow.

"Marvel... marvellous..." She lovingly replied.

After a few minutes Sharmila pushed Arjun down and rode him, with her feet planted on the rug on either side of his legs, her knees high, her back straight, and her head lolling back and forth. Her pretty face twisted itself in rapture.

"Arjun... Arjun... you're crushing my uterus wall... it's too deep..." Sharmila could feel another orgasm building.

"I need you Arjun... I need your giant dick in me every night..." Sharmila bounced on that impossibly long penis and rubbed her clit along the inside of his muscled thigh.

He stood after a few deep strokes and lifted her in his arms, his dick still hard and swaying almost a foot in front of his groin, beneath her like a taut snake waiting to strike.

Soon, Sharmila rode Arjun again on his bed, bringing herself to multiple orgasms.

I watched, mesmerised, as her inhumanly large tits bounced in wide circles, her brown nipples going in counter-orbit to one another. He came in her as she rode him.

He then flipped her under him and pounded her pussy as she writhed and tried to scream but couldn't as Arjun's palm was firmly planted on her mouth, her legs spread as wide as they would go.

The bed kept shaking for another half an hour as i stood there transfixed.He emptied himself repeatedly inside her.

I watched my son in awe. I could only fathom the beastly size of his cock, ripping Sharmila's shaven pussy apart. As they switched position again and Sharmila rode him, I could see his balls lying on the bed like oranges in a small sack. They were so lowly hung and heavy that they swung up and hit her butt with a thump every time he pushed up into her deep.

I lost count of time and space.

Afterward, the two tried to catch their breath, laying on their backs side by side and staring at the ceiling.

"You... astonish... me." Sharmila placed her hand on his muscled belly and her fingers moved down to his penis. "Even after five hours of fucking this worn out pussy...You're still... hard."

"Yeah... well...you have known since my childhood" Arjun looked over at her. He looked lost in the way her boobs hung to the side and rested on the bed while she was on her back. He wanted nothing more in that moment than to make her happy.

Seemingly reading his mind, Sharmila kissed him in the navel and looking up to his eye said lovingly, "I haven't ever felt like this with anyone".

She rolled onto her side. "Let me take care of you."

As I watched them dumbfounded, she leaned over him, opened her mouth as wide as possible, and sucked the head of his monster into her mouth. It took him a considerable while before he exploded down her throat, but she didn't mind. In fact, Sharmila relished the divine pleasure she gave her young lover.

When he released his seed, she happily swallowed as much as she could. She then put her head on his tummy and they fell asleep, as the first rays of a summer sun could peek through the sky.

...

I don't remember how I stumbled back to my side of the house and when I had gained a semblance of my consciousness, I was panting on my bed, furiously masturbating my neglected clitoris, imagining all those things I had never seen anyone do to a woman.

As the day dawned, I reflected back on some of the words spoken between them and a few things shockingly became clear to me now.

Sharmila had mentioned yesterday which must mean it's a regular fling between them and not a rare slip-up.

How long has it been going on?

Why would she call Arjun her son?

Is it he owns her in some way, but how?

How would any self-respecting woman tolerate to be kicked after giving up her heart and body to someone? Is my son behaving like a true lord over her? Is Sharmila just a poor thing to be utilised for personal gratification?

In common lingo, Sharmila was behaving just like a cumrag for Arjun to ravish and mistreat as and when he wants to, but why would she allow it to happen.

I kept thinking back to the old times since Arjun was just a teen and the answer was right in front of me!

Once when we were drawing water from the well for cooking, Sharmila looked chattier than usual that morning. It was almost 3 years ago and Amrit had gone back after a week's holiday to Rajasthan, where his unit was posted then. It was unusual for any wife to be happy after her husband's gone away for a long time but since I knew about their arguments and fights, mostly on Sharmila's infertility, I thought she's just happy to be not fighting and crying, for a change.

As we talked on things, Sharmila randomly whispered out to me, "Arjun is like a donkey" and giggled to herself.

I was shocked to hear her abuse my son and upon enquiring why she said so, she just avoided it and later upon further questioning, casually quipped

"Bhabhi (elder co-sister in Hindi) ... You must know that Arjun is an idiot in his studies and needs personal tuition to complete his schooling on a good note...".

"I don't trust him with anyone else... I am the most intelligent female in this household and also the only one educated with a proper bachelor's degree... it's natural that I help him on this and anyways I have no other work as well...".

"You must send Arjun every day before school and every evening after coming back from school, for at least 2 hours each, for me to take stock of his classes...".

"Thats why I said he's donkey (inept in Hindi) ... Don't you know I love him in more ways than you can ever do... How can I abuse him...".

I am such an imbecile...

She had said it herself. In more ways than I can ever do.

Donkey-dicked you had meant, you lying bitch. Poor Arjun was only 18 then. God...

How could you exploit him like this? You have regularly molested and violated my only son since he was a teen and you have the guts to proudly say you love him!

What freak of a family love like this? How can a mother even imagine to see something of her son?

For four hours each day, I deliberately sent Arjun to his nightmare within a few steps of my house and hardly knew what happened there?

But why did Arjun never complain? Did he also enjoy it with her? Of course, she was what, may be 34 years old with a wild voluptuous horny body but a rejected one, & for a budding teen with raging hormones & free access, that's a fucking wet dream.

Was my son raping her instead of how I had imagined first?

It couldn't be... she was so happy and chirpy whenever Amrit bhai wasn't around, now I realise it was Arjun who was satiating her raving self for hours and hours every day, and it was me who foolishly allowed them that time alone.

I was so naive to even think that she was teaching him when all she did was give access of her lustful holes to a well-built teen.

Even after the daily quota , often Arjun would spend the nights with her saying to me that she was better than me in story telling & she told him stories of kings and queens while he slept.

All that they ever did was to SLEEP with each other!!

How can anyone be so horny?

Her applying milk and honey daily to her white skin to keep it shining and taut, her shaving herself and taking undue care of her lustful body, in spite of almost always being without her husband... Her massaging her heavy tits with exotic herbal oils to keep them from sagging and yet maintain their firmness, in spite of their humongous nature...Never going out to the fields in fear of getting tanned... doing yoga every morning under the pretext of keeping fit and healthy in case she might cure herself of the sterility... all that was an excuse.

It was to keep my son fascinated to her silken ways.

Even after the tuition time, whenever the family gathered, Arjun would always choose to sit close to her rather than his own mother.

Whenever they thought no one was looking, they would be pinching & pushing each other and giggling in each other's ears... Many times, when Sharmila used to be working in the kitchen, Arjun would come behind her and slap her butt merrily and then hug her from behind... I sometimes thought I saw him push his groin too hard into her butt but I thought it was harmless.

He was my innocent kid.

How mistaken I have been... there were all the telltale signs of a young depraved couple in carnal love with each other's endowed body... they were like animals in unceasing heat.

One big question still remains.

How did they do all of it after Arjun passed out from school and then next year, he occupied the main house?

Obviously by then Amritpal had returned back to the village, but that idiot chose to indulge in alcohol than to be with his wife, but still it would have been too much of a risk to continue to visit each other at night if someone else also had seen what they were up to.

Even yesterday, I was awake the whole night, I never thought I saw Sharmila come out of her house, then how could she enter his side of the building without anyone noticing, and successfully keep doing that for 2 years now!

Only Arjun's main house has door towards the outside and inside, all others open only on the inside, and for us to go out, we have to walk across the open aired field between the houses and use a single door on the wall between Saina's house & mine on opposite side from Arjun's door.

To walk that far on the field and that too visible to all the five houses and its members, at odd hours to go out, would have been risky to say the least.

How did they manage it then?

Do they have a secret door joining their houses!

Is it when Arjun moved into the main house. It was summer then and Arjun thought it would be a good idea if he extends the size of his bathroom and install more western fittings for more comfort.

He was the man of the house and who can decline him !

I remember now it was almost a month of hard work for construction to complete, although the fittings were imported and installed in a day or two.

Did they help manage to break the wall & create an opening for them, from his bathroom to Sharmila's side of the joint wall between their houses?

It must have opened on the utility room on Sharmila side, where only junk items were mostly stored and hardly anyone used to go in, and no one is allowed to visit the personal attached bathroom of the main house other than its owner and the head of the family i.e. Arjun.

Wow... it's a truly ingenious way to escape prying eyes, now that I deciphered it.

Arjun and also other members of the household would retire to their side of the compound after dinner, served around 7 in the evening. Arjun had strict instructions not to disturb him after dinner, unless it's really serious, as he would be resting after a tiring day.

I would many times not feel in the mood to sleep and sometimes, when I knocked on Sharmila's door to chat up with her, it took her quite a bit of time to open the latch and let me in... she would always sound short of breath and angered to see me & when I enquired about it, she would avoid it saying she was cleaning the rooms or something like that or having a headache.

Even when we talked, she would be absent minded and it would feel she's in some distant dream, but I always forgave her, thinking she had a deep pain in her heart and the lack of a child is stopping her from becoming a full woman.

That was also a reason why I had allowed her unfettered and exclusive access to Arjun, trying hard to convince myself that it would help her heal that pain and become a mother.

How would I have known Arjun didn't become like her son but replaced the ever absent and grudging man, in her bed.

Which young woman, in her sexual prime & in her time of crisis, wouldn't love to be appreciated by a gorgeous alluring teen with a horse shaft and those tennis ball sized family jewels, and be given special alone time to appreciate her insatiable womanhood.

I have been so gullible and they have taken me for a ride, all these years!

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Pretending to have a headache that morning, I didn't come out to have breakfast. I kept thinking these things over & over trying to somehow rationalise the affair between them in my mind and instead blaming myself for failing to be a good mother to Arjun.

As a mother, it was my duty to protect Arjun and to look out for him, if he wanted anything, as a mother I should have provided it instead of pushing him to Sharmila and assume that my motherly duties were over.

I have been a failure as a wife and now as a mother. There's no point blaming others for this catastrophe. It was so depressing to think my whole life has been worthless.

What would I say to my mother-in-law, if she somehow comes to know of it?

How would I face my dead husband in the afterlife?

I was almost on the verge of contemplating suicide, when I heard a knock on the door.

"Bhabhi... It's me, Sharmila...Are you feeling better now? Can I come in?"

I really didn't have the courage to look at her without feeling repulsed or slapping her for this heinous lack of judgment... and yet I couldn't avoid this for long.

After deliberating for a few seconds, I walked to the door and opened it.

I looked at her silently with a questioning glance...

"Bhabhi... oh my god... Are you ok? You look so sick and pale? Please tell me, do I need to inform Arjun?"

Hearing my son's name from her vulgar mouth, somehow broke the dam of civility and I slapped her so tight, I drew blood from her nose.

She looked astounded.

"What did I do Bhabhi?"

Hidden beneath the hurt, I could see a sense of guilt creeping in her eyes, and I managed to smirk at her feigned incredulity.

"You brute of a woman... you painted whore... you very well know why! Just tell me why Arjun? Did you need money or power", saying this I broke into tears and fainted as I collapsed into her arms.

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When I opened my eyes, I was on the bed and Sharmila was sitting at my feet, with tears in her eyes and her hands on my feet. My mother-in-law was sitting beside my head and caressing my forehead. It took a second to realise what had happened, and when I did, I jerked my feet away from her filthy hands.

Sharmila felt humiliated. Crying, she ran away to her room and closed the door.

"Badi Bahu (elder daughter-in-law in Hindi) ... that's not how you treat your sister...!" My mother-in-law softly spoke to me.

I raged at her and shouted "If you had seen what I did yesterday... you would have kicked her out... how could she!"

"What did you see? What was so shocking to you? Why is a young loving couple having sex in their privacy so unrepeatable to you? Are they doing it in the open?"

"Don't you crave the same?", my mother-in-law sadly asked me.

"Only a woman can understand another woman's feelings. My son Amrit won't ever go near her when he's here, as he only wanted a child from her but never gave her any pleasure. Most of the year she would be alone in her bed not able to sleep. Don't you feel the same craving after Anand died?"

"How could you deny that Sharmila is always happy in spite of all the birthing troubles and constant barbs she keeps facing from everyone in the village."

"Who is responsible for that happiness? It can only be a true man... it's your son Arjun"

"I am a sixty-five years old woman, and yet I felt attracted to Arjun when I first saw him shove his monstrous shaft into her."

"But my time is gone. She's only 37, still very young, still so attractive. I know how it feels, the hunger, it won't end unless you allow a man to take control of it.", my mother-in-law said blinking her old eyes.

...

"You might ask how did I come to know?"

"Well... when your father-in-law passed away and it was time for Arjun to become the man of the house, I asked him to consider marriage and he almost immediately rejected on my face."

I kept persisting and one day he confided in me that he's seeing someone since the last 4-5 years and doesn't want to break her heart.

I assumed the girl might be from a poor family and that's why he fears disclosure in the society to avoid loss of reputation.

I comforted him & said, "I will try to convince everyone to arrange his marriage with a poor family but the girl has to be of the same caste."

He just laughed at my suggestion and in a mysterious tone said, "She's from the same caste & extremely rich and incredibly beautiful but we can never marry and have children."

"Please drop the topic as I ain't interested in anyone else and have decided to be like this for the rest of my life."

"If you want a grandson to be the man of the house after me, we can adopt someone from the family and provide him that chance."

"I didn't talk about it anymore as I feared his anger but something kept gnawing at the back of my head.", she kept on.

"After a few days, there was discussion of the family to visit Kailash Mansarovar for a month-long trip and everyone was excited including you, my dear Sangeeta."

"Arjun made his point clear that he needed to stay back to manage the work as it can't be trusted to leave it unsupervised for so long. He insisted all of us should go. But I had to say no as you all know my worse knee condition and Amrit as usual was busy killing himself in drugs and alcohol. "

"So finally, You, Ashwini, Karan, Saina and Sharmila were supposed to travel, but oddly, Sharmila didn't look too happy at the prospect."

"On the very morning of their journey, if you remember, Sharmila had twisted her ankle severely while drawing water from the well. She was writhing in pain and the doctor informed, she needed at least a week's bed rest. Any kind of trips are to be strictly disallowed."

I suddenly remembered. "Arjun asked us not to cancel the trip and to leave back Sharmila and he would take care of you and her".

Kavita Devi continued... "Yeah although I could notice Sharmila's half happy face even in that pain, we all agreed and you guys left in the evening".

"As you know I can't sleep without someone massaging my knees and you weren't there that night, so I was not able to sleep. It was almost midnight when I heard a vessel fall down in the kitchen and then hushed voices."

"I feared thieves might have broken in from the backdoor, and hobbled over to the lighted kitchen area and what I saw I can still remember to this day, vividly."

"Through the half ajar kitchen door, I could clearly see Sharmila lying on the kitchen floor on a mat with her left leg raised in air and the right one wrapped around Arjun's waist. Her clothes were lying here and there on the slabs."

"With her right elbow supporting her weight, she was pressing her hanging boobs in blessed rapture of animalistic sex. Her left hand was over and behind her head trying to grab onto something to balance herself as Arjun was violently thrusting into her."

"Her moans were a mixture of pleasure and pain, which she received, so wantonly, that I couldn't dare to stop them committing this imagined sin."

"I could realise the pain my grandson's massive cock could render, as it pounded its way into Sharmila's tender swollen cunt. "

"The sloshing sound, his tool made with every stroke inside her soaked pussy, echoed inside the room."

"As Arjun was ploughing into her wet pussy ruthlessly, he leaned over her and half licked her on the lips and said, "Thank you Mamma for being so caring about me... I can't fathom the pain you would have felt when you deliberately jumped twisting your ankle on a jagged rock to create a real injury instead of just feigning one to not go away from me... I have always needed you and you submitted yourself for my craving for your body...I will fuck you senseless all these nights as a gift in return.""

"Sharmila smiled sheepishly and said to him "Even I love you... your body is like that of a steam engine and never stops to amaze with your energy... No one can satisfy your mamma's deep pussy like only you can my dear Arjun... I would die for you... this mere temporary pain is nothing... you are the only man who has been there for me always since your childhood and I can willingly kill anyone or even myself if you were to just command it."

"I somehow shuffled back to our room and thought back to what Arjun had said to me."

"Why no children? And that's when it struck me like a thunderbolt. They are in love with each other. "

"Arjun plans to remain childless because of his love for Sharmila."

...

I silently listened but my mother-in-law's words only increased my frustrated anger...

"What about me... what about my satisfaction and my hunger? Did any of you think about me? I am also widowed... a man hasn't touched me in almost 18 years... my fire hasn't died as well, but I didn't sell out my body to just about anyone." tried to remember all that my mother-in-law had spoken to me and it was astonishing that she had allowed it to continue. Coming from an even older generation, such relations are taboo in her eyes.

Did she actually feel they love each other? I then tried to remember Sharmila's face when they were making out and it was pretty clear that she enjoyed it with him, and as far as I know, she's not the type to just throw it around for anyone.

What about my son Arjun though? Did he love her? It is clear that he's fond of her but to remain marriage-less for an older lady. Is he willing to go that far?

One thing was for sure. That night's scene had burnt deep into my consciousness & it had awakened something in me which I had tried so hard to bury after my husband Anand's death.

...

It's almost a year, since that day and we are now in the present. Arjun hasn't married yet and Sharmila has left the house to stay at her parent's place in Gurgaon.

...

I haven't had much of a chance to talk to Sharmila on what transpired then and since that night, I have also noticed that she avoided Arjun for a few days till she went back to her parent's place. She has stayed there for the whole year and she hardly picked calls or replied to any messages from anyone in the house.

It was only three days ago that Amrit, my husband's brother, expired due to an accident because of drug overdose and we informed her family immediately and Sharmila came back to visit for the funeral yesterday.

There wasn't very much to grieve for anyone, especially for her and she continued to maintain a stoic silence throughout the rituals of Amrit's funeral.

Inside her, he was long dead for her.

I couldn't fail to notice that she looked haggard and a lot skinnier than when she had left us a year ago. For the first time in this whole year, I felt a stab of pity for her.

I, in my shameless jealousy and the fer of losing my son to her, had ensured in return that two precious lives suffered for so long. I needed to quickly make amends before I permanently lost both of them.

I had a small doubt to confirm before I decide to act.

I needed a plan of action. Something to justify my actions and consequences.

I kept myself shut for the rest of the evening until dinner was served. I could see Sharmila didn't come out of her room and I heard from my mother-in-law that she mentioned something like having a slight journey related tiredness & fever.

"Arjun also looks disturbed to see her this way" saying this Kavita Devi retired to her room.

After a few minutes, Arjun came & knocked at my door to question about my well-being.

I shooed him away, "Don't you know why women fall sick every month?"

"Sorry Mamma". I could hear him gingerly stepping back and retire to his house to sleep.

After what seemed like an hour, I gently opened my door and stepped out into the porch and gingerly looked around. All felt silent and I walked over & gave Sharmila's door a faint knock to check if she's sleeping or not.

She took a few seconds to open the latch and was shocked to see me and immediately averted her sad and tired eyes to the ground.

"Will you not invite me inside?" I asked in a stern tone.

"Who am I to invite you Bhabhi. This is your house, please come in!" she faintly smiled back at me to check my reaction.

She bolted the door behind me and immediately turned towards me & fell on my feet.

"I am so sorry Bhabhi ... I uh ... I don't know if you will believe me but I always tried to tell you everything ... I tried hard Bhabhi but could never muster the courage to face the aftermath of this sinful disclosure.

"It not that I was afraid of being thrown out ... I was scared to death about losing you and Arjun forever. Both of you have always meant the world to me ... You are the elder sister I never had and Arjun is ..." she tried to search for the right word.

I couldn't help sneer at her "What ... my dear sister? Your son ... huh! God knows you have indeed a lousy way of showing your motherly affections, no?"

She looked more pitiful.

"That's precisely why I couldn't bear to be around both of you and yet be so far and distant. You can't understand how this year has been for me. It was hell."

She collapsed at my feet and sobbed like a child.

I immediately realized my mistake. The words must have felt like ice daggers as she became more disconsolate than ever.

I shouldn't have been so venomous. I always consider myself a mature person and I had come this far anyways to forgive her and understand from her if she has explanations for her actions, no matter how bitter they sound to me.

I picked her up softly, "Please don't cry ... you are an adult and you need to take the burden of your own actions, darling."

"Sorry Bhabhi ... I just couldn't bear to see you reserved and this cold ... I know that I caused you hurt even though unknowingly, and you can't imagine how much it has pained me."

I nodded understandingly and smiled at her.

I held her drooping shoulders and gently made her sit on the sofa and sat across her. I leaned towards her and put my hand on her lap and comfortingly asked, "Please tell me all ... how it all began ... why you did do what you did and what you intend to do, now that I know? I need all details, no matter how harsh or explicit it may sound to me. Please pour out your heart to me as you have always done."

She relaxed & took a few deep breaths and contemplated at the carpet below my feet. She was readying her thoughts and I needed to give her that time.

I gave her some seconds & went out to bring a jug of cold water from the kitchen and laid it out between the both of us, on the table.

She thanked me & poured a glass for herself and sipped, as she slowly began.

"Before I tell you anything, I need you to promise me one thing."

"What!"

"You will not judge Arjun for any of this. It was I who brought all this on us and only I should be held accountable for any punishment you think befits me. But promise me that you will never disclose it to anyone else nor blame Arjun. Is that all right?"

I nodded my head and she seemed to relax as if a big burden was taken off for the first time in a year, she smiled radiantly as she always did. This confirmed my doubt, I had on her love for my son.

She loved my baby boy more than herself.

"It was may be 2 years ago and one evening Arjun came running to me with tear in his eyes. Do you remember the day Bhabhi? You had scolded Arjun for not doing well at high school and not concentrating properly, instead always busying himself with magazines and all that."

I remembered that incident but how could I say to her, it wasn't only that.

Arjun was nineteen then and did really poorly in the exams. I had caught Arjun many times checking out adult magazines and enough was enough & I had slapped him that day. It was the only time I had raised my hands on him and I remember he looked hurt and stomped out, and Sharmila immediately hugged him and consoled him and took him to her room.

It was so awkward to even talk about that when she asked me the reason, so I just averted the topic by saying to her that he never studies at all.

"Bhabhi ... Can I dare to say that you behaved like a parent, but not as a mother should. I thought I will get something out of him, in privacy. So, I took him to my room and made him sit on the sofa and I put his head on my lap and caressed his hair. He looked really embarrassed, but calmed down after a few minutes.

You know that Arjun has never known how to hide anything from me, although he never says his secrets to you. He idolizes you but fears you. I was the female friend in whom he could confide anything, pretty much how you have always treated me."

"He tried to keep it from me but I knew something was troubling him. He finally opened up and said 'I think I am dying'. I was shocked to hear that; what could kill a healthy teen. I asked him if he has fever or pain somewhere and he nodded shyly. He pointed at his groin and said, 'I have a dull pain most of the time and my dick keeps getting bigger and I feel ashamed to go to high school like that."

I instantly worried and rebuked Sharmila why she or Arjun never talked to me on his health problems. After all I was his mother and it's my right to be the first to know.

She replied, "I really didn't know what to do Bhabhi. How could I talk to you about something like that? Later when I got to know, Arjun told me that you saw him and yet you didn't come out with the truth, when I had asked you."

She had a point. I let her continue.

"I had no idea what to do then and told him to show me what he meant by dull pain. Arjun was adamant not to and I kept insisting saying this is purely medical and I won't judge him. I even switched off the lights and drew the curtains to make him comfortable. After a long time of indecision, he sighed, stood up and lowered his trunks. He wasn't ready but I kept insisting that this is the only way I could find out the problem to help him and then he reluctantly agreed. I instantly realized his discomfort when I saw what it was."

"He had a dick the size of a horse'!"

"Even soft, it was huge; his penis tip was hanging halfway through his well-shaped thighs and the head was almost as thick as my fist. You know Arjun was always a well-built boy but I wasn't prepared to see this at all. His balls looked so devilishly dark and full of semen and there was hardly any hair in his groin. It was like seeing a young bull and I am ashamed to admit to you that my body started to stir that instant without any reason."

Sharmila's words were like a bolt to my heart.

I imagined, "My baby boy is built like a bull. Is he bigger than his father? His father was always big and wide and I loved it so much whenever he pushed it roughly and took me like an animal from behind. What am I thinking!", I immediately brushed off such obscene thoughts from my head and nodded to her understandingly?

"I told him to pull up his trousers again and brought him back to the bed. He sat there and told me what was troubling him. Arjun told me that when his penis got big and hard, it kept paining until a white liquid came out eventually. One day he realized by accident that, moving his two fists up and down would make the white liquid come out sooner and then his penis would go down. But this only helped for an hour or so and again he would hear the same old throbbing in his ears and the dull pain had started to haunt him."

"Poor guy never knew what to do. If he didn't attend to it, the pain would start to spread to his belly area and he couldn't even be able to walk properly. 'How could I go to school in this condition. All the girls will laugh at me and if mommy finds out, she will throw me out of the house.', Arjun looked afraid, 'That's why I stay at home and when I have the pain, I see the magazines as it helps me to have a quicker coming.'"

"Imagining the poor boy's helpless condition, I cried then & there in front of him."

"He was such a chivalrous gentle boy, that even in that young age, he forgot his own troubles and instead saw my pain & began to comfort me, ' I will get OK soon and will love you always."

"That moment, I decided to take him to the best doctor in Delhi and then no one will ever make fun of my poor baby."

"Do you remember I had told you I will take Arjun to my parents' house in Gurgaon, for a change of scenery and we will be back in a few days. I wanted to sort matters."

I faintly remembered and nodded yes.

"The day we reached Gurgaon, I called up a doctor relative of mine and inquired about the best urologist in Delhi. I booked a quick appointment for next day and the doctor was a mature lady and helped Arjun feel comfortable. She examined him in my presence as Arjun had insisted. After a lengthy procedure of feeling, weighing and rubbing his penis and testicles, she proceeded to sat Arjun and ask some questions about pain points while she kept pressing at different areas of his penis and testicles."

"After being reasonably satisfied, she provided him a collection cup and asked Arjun to go into the bathroom and ejaculate his semen for further tests. Arjun looked at the size of cup strangely and both the doctor & I were piqued. After a few seconds of hesitation, he turned towards me shyly & asked for a larger cup as his semen might overflow the cup."

"Both the doctor and I were shocked. The doctor later said to me, 'Even the most energetic men produce only about a fifth of this cup and rarely around a third of it. I have never heard anyone say about the cup getting overflown.'"

"Arjun kept standing there and finally she got exasperated & told him to use the mug in the bathroom instead, as she didn't have any larger ones. Once he left, we both looked at each other & waited with baited breath to see what Arjun meant by overflowing."

"After what seemed like half an hour, he came out sweaty, but smiling & relaxed. We practically ran into the bathroom to check the mug and if you had seen our face that moment, you would have died Bhabhi."

I was flabbergasted at the details and truth to be told shamefully, excited also.

I tried to hide my expressions to Sharmila and shyly looked away at the wall.

"The mug was almost full to the brim with warm milky white thick cum. It seemed like a bad porn prank or a bukkake collection from may be fifty people. I came back dazed and stuttering and took Arjun back to my house. The doctor had promised to call and explain once the results are out in a few days."

"One morning as I was doing Yoga in the garden with Arjun, I heard the landline ring. It was the doctor & she was anxious to say the least. What she explained to me is it's a very rare scenario and one that she has seen the first time in her career as a urologist."

"In simple terms, Arjun has a rare case of penile hypertrophy caused by excessive testosterone hormone production. It had resulted in his balls to become unnaturally large and hanging lower than usual with the weight. They get full really quickly as they produce sperms at a highly accelerated rate. They make so much sperm that he needed ejaculation at-least 7-8 times a day, sometimes multiple times at one session."

"The excess hormones had also resulted in an abnormal size spurt resulting in a much larger penis than she had seen in any of his patients. She re-assured me that there was no threat to his life but he needed regular discharge of semen otherwise he can suffer from painful bouts as well as absentmindedness."

"She also mentioned that he needed a larger diet than regular males along with vitamins supplements, as his semen discharge was analysed to contain large quantities of sugars and minerals like magnesium and zinc which when not replenished in time, will result in gradual obesity and low metabolism."

"In fact, were calories actually counted, a single discharge from his balls contained approx. hundred calories of nutrients, and she laughed mischievously into the phone."

I thought to myself, "Sugar and vitamins in my son's semen ... who would have thought that my boy is a God of love with aphrodisiac sprayed from his cum!"

I looked distracted and Sharmila noticed it.

"Bhabhi if you are uncomfortable, I needn't talk about it."

I persuaded her to continue as I wanted to know all as a concerned mother.

She reluctantly resumed, "I convinced myself that I couldn't allow Arjun to fall into the wrong hands in his teen years, but also feared disclosure in the family. How would others take it? No. It was only me who can help him."

"I persuaded Arjun that from that day, he should only come to me, and no one else, when he needed relief and I would help him ejaculate from that day onward. He reluctantly agreed. That night I went with him to the bathroom and knelt in front of him as he lowered his straining trousers."

I was getting turned on and it ashamed me but also awoke something in me. A fire within started to creep its ugly head.

I blurted, "How did you manage to do this with him? Wasn't it embarrassing?"

She replied with a smile, "Not at all Bhabhi, at that time my only thought was to help him as I could and it wasn't a sexual thing at all. I convinced myself that I am only a nurse to him. So that night, I pulled my nightdress off and held the dress in my hand. His eyes immediately went to my chest. I looked to where his eyes were & saw that my breasts were wobbling in their supportive bra. Eyes up here, Arjun, I mildly rebuked him.

"I reached up and pulled down his underwear. My giggles stopped dead when his warm steel-rod like penis sprung out in front of me. The purple head swayed only inches above my face. A large drop of precum dripped down on my eyes. It wasn't just a penis. It was a proper fucking pole. Good God! I said out loud & hoped this was the right thing to do. It is, Mommy, Arjun stepped out of his underwear and stood before me in only his shirt. It really hurts.

Arjun called me Mommy and it startled me, but I strangely found it endearing.

"Let's get this done, I put my shirt by my knees, reached out with both hands, and placed them on his thing."

"It was thick and the bulging veins pulsed slightly under my fingers. I carefully stroked him back and forth. It's a very manly tool, Arjun, my hands moved faster on the shaft."

Like Amrit Chacha (Father's brother in Hindi)? I was stunned at his thought but couldn't help smile at his naughty question."

I interrupted Sharmila, "Did you get attracted when you saw an avenue to please yourself better? You were obviously not getting any from your husband then."

She thought back hard, "I don't know actually. Maybe it was starting to affect me, my hands on his giant warm throbbing tool, was awakening my lust and I was not clearly thinking, I agree.

"I replied to his question on the size, 'Different' I shook my head and looked up at his handsome face. Yeah.' Arjun put his hands on his hips and looked down at my face and my jiggling boobs inside the bra. Definitely. His face showed me that the hand job was quickly becoming his new favourite moment."

His precum had made his cock slick and the sound of wet hands sliding on skin was all that I heard for a while, and I started to tire. I now understand what you meant about not being able to finish soon. Are you close, Arjun? I looked up at him with glazed eyes."

Arjun grunted and shook his head. Just like that, I leaned forward and took his head into my warm mouth. I can swear on my dear God, I had never done this even for Amrit, and his thing was so puny and different from Arjun's monster. Mmmmmmmmmm.' I groaned and murmured around his fat, purple head."

A groan must have slipped from my mouth as Sharmila looked at me quizzically, but I hid my face from her gaze and she continued again.

"Arjun started to buckle after a few minutes. Mommy ... you're going to ... uh ... make me ... Arjun shook all over. Realizing the moment had come, I pulled my mouth off his thing with a pop and picked up my shirt in front of his dick. As I held it up to his penis with my right hand, I continued to stroke with my left.

Finish, Arjun. Please, finish. Moooooooommmmmmm, Arjun erupted."

"Spurt after spurt of the hot, thick liquid soaked into the shirt. I could feel the pulsing force as it pushed against my left hand. His orgasm continued, and soon the shirt could hold no more and cum dripped between my fingers and down onto the tiled floor. When he was finally done, the shirt, my hands, and the floor were a hot, sticky mess."

"Afterward, I made him promise that this was to be our little secret. Sure, Arjun nodded, bent down for his boxers, and pulled them on. His hard dick poked out of the elastic waistband. He pulled his shirt over it and pulled on his pants, It's a secret.'"

Sharmila took up the glass of water and sipped some more. Recalling this tale was making her horny I could tell as her face looked flushed.

"Before we came back to Khokhapur, I was already giving him daily blowjobs, may be 4-5 times a day and he rapidly started getting used to fill my mouth and spurt the rest on my face and breasts. His cum was really sweet and so addictive, it tasted like hot milk dessert and before long I started to crave and imagine about swallowing it all day."

"Sometimes in my lustful desperation I would hang a towel under my chest and collect the rest of semen. Once he left, I would lick the towel and wrung its contents into my mouth. I didn't even realize in those days of pure ecstasy when I had fallen so deeply for his magnificent cock."

"This continued after we were back and I had very soon convinced you to send him to me for tuition. In those alone hours we would fill our sexual urges to our heart's content."

"I slowly learnt to take his full cock in my throat so that he doesn't make a mess in the room every time ... it was such a painful process with his immense girth and my jaws used to hurt for days but I never gave up. As we continued, I learnt new ways to relax my mouth sufficiently to allow his length and girth fully in my warm throat and also keep sucking him & breathing so as to not choke."

He used to love that so much that in a few minutes he always spurted straight into my belly and after a month or so, I started to see physical changes in my body, like a glittering glow on my skin. It was as if all those minerals I sucked off him, were helping me maintain my youthful form."

I winked at Sharmila, "I think I know now why you used to eat so less and yet looked so beautiful and radiant I was positively jealous of you."

Even though we were discussing a taboo topic, we were after all two horny ladies with unrequited love life and it was strangely erotic to hear about your own son and his sexual prowess.

"How did it turn to making out and doing those dirty things I saw that night?"

"Bhabhi, a woman is born to love and submit and I had finally met my soulmate if I can dare to say ... In the confines of my room, we continued to experiment and we were both content with our lives. Arjun was quickly developing into a young and able man and seeing him so close to me, invariably made me wet and horny. It was obvious to me that we were physically dependent on each other and Arjun had also started to behave more possessively with me."

"He started to hug & kiss me more, around my waist and chest whenever I used to wear a saree and I could feel him kissing my intimate parts delicately. Sometimes when I would be lying on the bed he would come and kiss me on my lips while his fingers would roam on my bare midriff. His manly touch was like a stingray to my fluttering heart. He would kiss me, smile & leave, and I would wet myself and finger myself for hours."

"Maybe it was not only true love, but also a deep yearning of a woman who recognizes the ideal partner who can slake that ever-ending itch. I don't know why, only he caused my body to stir. I never realized that here is a boy who's may be young enough to be my son and yet I started to feel like a young married woman with him, something which I never felt with my own husband."

"It wasn't long before I started to reciprocate his kisses and hugs. I would naughtily grab him at the groin and wink mischievously many times when he's not attentive. He took it as a hint to proceed further. Sometimes when I would be sleeping, as a dare, he would come and shag on my face and breasts and I would wake to the burning lava hitting my skin. He would aim that monster at my face and shamelessly I would lick his cum from my face and massage it on my body in front of him."

"I can understand your situation Sharmila. Although I am his mother, your words have started to affect my physically. He's really manly & no wonder you couldn't handle that intimacy."

Sharmila nodded and hugged me, "Thanks Bhabhi for finally realizing this. You must understand that I never could say No to any of his fetishes. In fact, inside my heart, I would long to be used more cheaply than ever before. It was a never-ending game of who can go lower in this lust craze."

"I started to notice my features were changing. My skin had turned smooth as a baby, maybe with all the cum intake. Also, I saw my breasts and butt had increased from being just big to freakishly large in that year or so."

"Your son was changing me to what he wanted from my body and I loved the fact that he owned me. I couldn't wait for him anymore to just possess my womanhood. Before I continue, I want to know if you are really OK with the details or you want me to tell you gist?"

I immediately said, "No no my dear, please go into as much details, I am also loving this tale of seduction although it's my son you are talking about."

"Ok Bhabhi, but I have never opened up about this with anyone and I feel wickedly horny to talk to you like this", she smiled at me.

"One day I decided it was enough, and I needed to take this a notch further. When he was in the room, I came out from the bathroom, & deliberately dropped my towel when Arjun began to say something to me. I acted to fumble while picking up the towel, and I didn't make any effort to cover my exposed cunt, when I crouched low to pick it up. Anticipating that moment, I had been shaving it daily and it must have looked like a freshly bloomed rose to him."

"Dutifully, Arjun stood up to help me but on seeing him I stumbled & fell on his arms and kissed him on his neck. I slowly dragged his palm to my pussy which was already dripping wet with my juices. Ohhhhhhh ... Mommy ... Arjun said between kisses as he moved his mouth along my lower lips. I pushed his face into it and Arjun stuck out his tongue. It went between my wet slit and he tasted my tangy flavour. I shook uncontrollably as I felt my beloved son/lover's tongue working inside me. Ooooooohhhhhhh An orgasm swept over me right then."

"No one has ever done that for me, before. I leaned against the wall to catch my breath. Arjun pulled off his half-wet shirt and threw it on the floor. Mom, can I? Arjun didn't wait for an answer, with my hands still cupping the bottom of my boobs, he turned me toward him, bent a little, and took my right nipple into his mouth."

"I shivered & let go of my left tit and dropped my hand down to Arjun's raging erection. I wanted to take care of him that day as a woman would for husband. I rubbed his dick on my wet lips and he looked at me with inquiring eyes. Really? Arjun asked & took my hand in his. Walking naked hand in hand we groped each other all the way to the bed. I tried to hold my titties from swaying about."

"We were finally going to do it. I had longed it so much Bhabhi, it was burning me from inside. His dick pulsed with every heartbeat. He watched my butt shake as I jogged into the bathroom. I came back in from the bathroom holding a small virgin coconut oil bottle. I hope yours fits inside me.', I was feeling dreamy, euphoric, and high."

My mind drifted to a happy place as if I was drugged. I knew my brain wasn't working quite right, but I didn't care. How are we going to ... um ... get my dick ... in you? You're too tight.', Arjun hesitated but I ignored the nagging thoughts that scratched at the back of our minds about morality, decency or even physical damage that he could do."

"I poured a large amount of oil on his dick and rubbed it from the bulbous tip to the base and also spilled a copious amount around my pussy for better lubrication as this was my first time taking his monster and I didn't want to die before being I was satiated."

"I made Arjun lie down on the bed and I wanted to take him on top. Arjun understood & his nostrils flared with passion and hunger. May be could smell my wetness and it must have been heaven's scent. I lowered myself and to my surprise, I felt a great spreading sensation as inch after inch of the penis penetrated me. Gosh, Arjun ... uuuuuggggghhhhhhh ... you fit,' the most animalistic impulses I'd ever felt welled inside me. "

After a few painful thrusts, I gritted my teeth and in one downward push, I bottomed out and sat perfectly still on Arjun's hips and asked evilly, It's in my belly. How ... does it feel ... to you?

He was breathing in my beauty, your pussy feels ... uh ... Arjun grunted as he felt his dickhead push up against something. ... amazing.'

"I placed my hands on Arjun's chest and rocked my hips experimentally. I wanted to feel him pushing around my insides. It was both unsettling, and exquisite. My hips rocked faster. You're ... so deep ... uh ... uh ... uh ..., soft grunts escaped my lips."

"I'd never made such sounds before. I leaned back, placed my hands on Arjun's thighs, and bounced up and down. I was so used to my husband's little thing, that I kept thinking I'd dislodge Arjun at the top of my motion, but like him, his penis never left me alone."

"Amazed, I bounced higher and still he stayed. My eyes rolled inside my head. Why had no one told me sex could be like this? Wow, wow, wow, Arjun was mumbling to himself as he watched my teardrop boobs swinging obscenely above him. I shrieked as an orgasm overtook me. My shoulders convulsed and my body shook. I couldn't believe that I could bounce and writhe as I did."

"I seemed a woman possessed. Maybe I was."

"When my orgasm passed, I couldn't stop myself & rode Arjun harder. I put the soles of my feet on the bed and held my arms out to the side. My fingers flexed and made odd gestures as rapture moved through my whole body. I'm humping ... uh ... uh ... uh ... you, Arjun. I'm humping you.' I kept shrieking at the top of my lungs."

"This continued for an hour or so and I didn't count to be frank. It was just too much pleasure to take in and still be level headed. I kept working my ass through multiple orgasms that night. I would go back to bouncing on him with astonishingly long strokes, and then he would push me and take me sideways as he grabbed my boobs and kissed my back."

"I remember I kept looking at his young, handsome face and admired the vitality of his youth. I revelled in his raw, physical stamina and power and that moment it clicked; I am his forever."

My mouth felt parched, maybe it was my body, but I wasn't sure. I took some water and asked Sharmila, "You didn't tell me yet, why Arjun called you Mom?"

She sighed and looked away, "Because he sees you in me!"Sharmila sighed and looked away, "Because he sees you in me!"

I was awakened from my dreamy haze... What!!!

Even when I wanted to protest, my lips were dry and hesitant. I could feel a sharp tinge down below which belied the motherly shock I should have displayed.

I guessed Sharmila wanted to drive home her point and she came up with a mischievous idea.

"Why don't you hide in the closet and watch your son ravage me next time we do it? You will understand me and my relationship with Arjun better. I am sure you would like what you see." She winked naughtily.

I was half attentive as I nodded. My hand was twitching and I had pressed my thighs together in case I leaked there and then from the wild thoughts.

It was decided that I would fake a headache that night and pretend to retire early and let everyone know not to disturb me. I would then sneak into Sharmila's room while she went to the connected room and met Arjun.

I barely fit into the closet and shut the doors pretty much all the way with a view on the large bed in the centre of the room. The room was dimly lit but Sharmila had lit candles around the bed and strewn rose petals on the sheet. The mood was very much to attract Arjun to the bed and make romantic love.

It was almost an hour before I heard giggles and the door opened ever so slightly and Arjun was carrying Sharmila in his strong arms.

Her saree was trailing behind them from her waist and her blouse was half open and she was fondling and pressing her huge tits as Arjun and she kissed passionately.

As she was delicately laid on the bed, Arjun sat on top of her and tore away at the buttons of the blouse and threw it on the floor. (it's common in rural India for ladies to not wear bra in the confines of their homes, sometimes in the hot summer, they would just drape the saree around their chest and wear nothing below.) she pulled away her saree and laid it carelessly on the bed and Arjun dove to kiss her shiny white legs.

Every bit as disproportionately over-sized as her son's huge cock, her breasts were absolutely massive. The enormous mounds were fat and full with very little sag. They were capped with wide, pale brown areola and thickly swollen dark brown nipples. She was narrow just under her breasts, & her waist was trim above the wide curve of her flaring hips. Her legs were smooth and toned without even a hint of cellulite. And below her flat belly, her mound was shaven clean. Sangeeta thought she looked like some outrageous fertility goddess, which was ironic to say the least.

"Well?" She smiled at my son. "Did you miss my lusty body?"

His only response was a gurgling noise as his eyes roamed over her lush figure.

"I'll take that as a yes," she smiled, leaning over him.

Sangeeta pushed the door in a little wider. Sharmila's huge tits, wobbling and crashing together, were inches above Arjun's cock. My horse-cocked son was utterly mesmerized by their heavy, ripe swaying.

She wadded the towel and set it aside to grab a pillow that she put on the floor between Arjun's feet. "Let me get a closer look, honey," she said, kneeling in front of him.

Gulping a deep breath, Arjun raised up on his elbows to look down as his aunt slid her hands up his legs and levered his steely rod upwards. She twisted and tilted her head to look at it from all sides.

Fresh pre-come was already leaking from the tip.

"It's just so big I can still hardly believe it," she breathed heavily. "I've honestly never seen one so big. She quipped, beginning to stroke it lightly.

"Well, uh..." he said, looking embarrassed.

Arjun's eyes locked onto her massively swaying breasts. Sangeeta couldn't help but notice that Sharmila's breasts were flushed and bloated and that her nipples were swollen to dark red crimson nubs nearly the size of his thumb tips.

"Do you like mommy's big breasts?" She smiled, cupping them.

Arjun nodded emphatically.

"I thought so, baby," she cooed, massaging the giant mounds of milky white flesh. "You loved sucking them a long time ago. Would you like to suck them again?"

"Y-yes," he rasped, his steely cock twitching.

"Let's trade places."

Arjun jumped up, his giant cock waggling obscenely as he got out of her way.

Sharmila perched herself on the edge of the bed and opened her legs. Arjun's cock bucked as his eyes darted between her massive breasts and the glossy slit dripping wet between her legs.

"Get down in front of me," she whispered, glancing a little nervously at her nephew's giant cock.

He dropped down and cautiously, hesitantly put his hands on her knees.

"You can touch me, baby," she smiled. "You can touch me everywhere. Come here."

His trembling hands slid up her legs and he scooted forward until his face was inches from her huge, wobbling tits. She cupped his chin and tilted his face up to kiss his forehead.

"Mommy loves you so much, honey," she whispered, bringing her lips to his.

Sangeeta watched her mouth open and then Arjun's did as well. They moaned in soft unison as the kiss went on and Sharmila took his hands in hers to place them on her heaving breasts. Her moaning went louder when his fingers sunk into the pliant flesh.

She broke the kiss and leaned back a little. "That feels so good," she whispered, smiling as he eagerly kneaded her abundant mounds.

"So heavy," Arjun marvelled breathlessly. "And wonderful, and soft, and firm."

"And they're all for you, baby," she cooed. "I am back now for you & can touch them almost any time you want."

He hefted the massive globes to press them together, and then again and again, he let them drop a little to lift and weigh them.

Whimpering softly, she put one hand on the back of his head and brought up her other to gently push his hand aside so that she could lift her huge breast herself.

"Do you want to suck mommy's big, fat titty?" She cooed.

He nodded eagerly. She raised her breast higher and pulled his mouth to the straining bud.

"Yesssssss," she moaned as his lips locked around the fat nipple. "Yesssssss. Suck mommy's big fat titty."

Sangeeta could clearly hear the wet, smacking sounds of Arjun's greedy sucking along with their heavy breathing and her soft whimpers of passionate delight.

"The other one," Sharmila choked.

Arjun switched to the other thick spike and hungrily sucked it in. Both his hands came up again to squeeze and paw and she let her hands drop to lean back a little.

"Yessssss," she panted in ecstasy, her hips twisting and bottom squirming into the mattress. "Nibble a little, darling."

She let out a loud groan and Sangeeta knew Arjun was following her instructions perfectly. Soon her entire body began to quiver and she leaned back a little more, forcing Arjun to rise up. Sangeeta let out a gasp of her own; Arjun's cock rose into sight and it was even bigger and harder-looking than before. And even more thrilling to the voyeuristic mother was that the shiny, heavily-leaking head was mere inches from the hairless furrow between Sharmila's legs.

Suddenly, Arjun mashed her breasts together and sucked in both nipples at once.

Sharmila let out a thrilled gasp and twisted wildly for just a few more seconds before she cried; "Mommy's coming!"

Arjun's hands and mouth attacked her heaving breasts, squeezing and sucking with abandon as she shuddered and writhed in orgasmic pleasure. Sangeeta had no idea that she could come just from having her breasts sucked, but she more than suspected it was mostly because of who was sucking them.

Finally, her body began to relax and she gulped air while he continued to greedily suckle her. "T-that's never happened before," she breathed heavily, bringing her hands up to cup his face and gently push him away from her breasts.

Arjun smiled up at her.

She beamed. "That was wonderful, baby." She leaned down to give him another long, deep kiss on the mouth and then she looked down lower. "Oh my! Is your cock ready to explode again?"

He nodded eagerly.

"If we make it shoot right now, will it stay hard again afterward for one more time?"

"It's so hard right now, I don't think it will ever get soft again."

She kissed his forehead. "We'll make you shoot right now so we can do something extra, extra special when it's a little calmer."

He nodded rapidly.

"Okay," Sharmila said softly, scooting forward to the very edge of the bed. "Stand in front of me."

Arjun popped to his feet. Arjun's cock wasn't just noticeably bigger, it was much angrier-looking and the heavy strand of pre-come dripped all the way to the floor. Sangeeta looked at Sharmila's face and saw a combination of genuine fear and desperate need.

"Come here, baby," she whispered.

He stepped forward. His soaring cock was just a little higher than her slightly swaying breasts, dribbling pre-come onto the creamy flesh. She reached up with one hand to cup his heavy balls and wrap the other around the base of his twitching cock.

"I bet your huge penis loves mommy's titties, too," she smiled.

She bent it down and both whimpered as she rubbed the heavily leaking head on her enormous tits.

"Yessssss, my titties like that," she whispered, dragging his truncheon-like cock back and forth to coat her tits with his goo. She bent it a little more to dip the head into her cleavage, making Arjun groan and his hips buck.

"We need to get it nice and slick in there, baby," she cooed, stroking and squeezing his cock to milk an even heavier flow.

When her cleavage was a shiny valley, Sharmila relinquished her hold on his cock and balls and cupped her immense breasts. "A little closer," she said.

Arjun inched forward and groaned when his aunt wrapped her enormous tits around his cock. Sangeeta could see it was the perfect height and angle for titty-fucking. Arjun's cock was so big that even with her giant tits smothering it, the head still reached up almost to her chin.

"Put your hands on my shoulders," Sharmila said, beginning to massage his cock with her bursting globes.

Arjun whimpered and put his trembling hands on her shoulders.

"Slide it back and forth, up and down, baby," she whispered.

His hips began to pump slowly.

"Yesssss, baby," she encouraged. ""Just like that. Gentle and easy. It's practice for the extra special thing in a little bit."

He pumped his cock slowly for no more than a minute before his entire body began trembling.

"Ready, baby?" She asked softly. "Ready to squirt for mommy again?"

"Yesssss," he hissed through gritted teeth.

She worked her tits faster, fucking the huge mounds on his giant cock. "Let it go!" She begged lustily.

Suddenly his body arched and he let out a cry. His hands dug into her shoulders as a long rope of jizz exploded from the head and splattered on her chin. And then aunt and nephew were titty-fucking in perfect rhythm as his giant rod blasted spurt after spurt onto her glistening flesh.

Sangeeta kept count. There were five separate ejaculations of incredible volume before they lessened. Sharmila's neck and tits were coated with so much jizz that it made a loud squishing sound as they slowed. Arjun's balls were as over-sized as his cock, but Sangeeta couldn't understand how he could still produce so much come from his third orgasm in barely more than thirty minutes.

"Wow," Arjun gasped. "That was wild!"

Sharmila leaned away from him to look down at herself. "You have never disappointed me baby."

Still shuddering in the afterglow, Arjun nodded.

Sangeeta saw that Arjun's waggling cock had deflated a little, but was still angling upward. It wouldn't take much for him to be ready for number four.

Sharmila retrieved the towel and wiped the come from her tits and neck and then she smiled at his cock. "Looks like that helped calm you a bit," she smiled. "Will you be able to do it again in a little while?"

Arjun nodded enthusiastically.

"Good," she said leaning back on the pillows. "We're going to need it big and hard again in a few minutes."

She reclined and opened her legs a little. Arjun's cock twitched.

"In a few moments, we're going to make animal love, baby," she said softly.

He gulped and his already bulging eyes strained.

"I want to teach you everything." She paused. "And you know I love you more than anything else?"

He smiled and nodded. "I love you, too, mommy."

"That's why we should make love with each other again and again. Do you want to? Do you want to make animal like love to me?"

"More than anything," he choked.

"Wonderful, baby," Sharmila beamed. "I want to make love with you so much I can barely stand it, but you have to get me ready. Will you do that, baby, will you get me ready for your huge dick?"

"W-what do I d-do?"

"Get on your knees in front of me."

Arjun sank in front of her as if kneeling at a temple.

Sangeeta watched Sharmila scoot back a little more from the edge of the bed. She raised her knees up slowly and primly and then let her legs fall apart in a very unladylike manner until the sides of her thighs were almost flat on the bed and her blossoming vagina was revealed to Arjun's breathless stare. Her upper thighs were slick with her own juice mixed with my son's.

"Well?" Sharmila asked cautiously. "Did you miss my vagina?"

Looking almost catatonic, Arjun nodded and whispered; "It's beautiful as always, mommy."

"And it's all yours, baby," she cooed, putting her hands on her knees and then sliding them toward her vagina. "Scoot closer."

Sangeeta caught herself unconsciously leaning closer to the door as Arjun moved forward until he was less than a foot away from Sharmila's pussy.

"Give me your hands," she instructed gently.

Arjun's trembling hands came up and she placed them on her inner thighs. The contact of their flesh made her whimper. Keeping her hands on top of his, she guided his fingertips to the edge of her furry gash.

"So hot," he breathed.

"And even hotter inside me. Do this," she said guiding his fingers a little closer to her swollen slit and applying a little pressure to pull the bloated lips apart. Then, slowly and gently, she moved his hands closer so that his fingertips grazed her pink flesh.

"So wet," he gulped.

"Yesssss," she choked. "That's because mommy is so excited and wants to make love with you after so many days, I have been alone without you." She guided his hands up and down her slit.

She pulled her hands away to grasp the corners of the pillow under her head and looked down at him through the valley of her hugely wobbling breasts.

"Yesssss, baby," she choked. "Just like that, rub all around it. That's how you start getting me ready for your giant bull dick."

Sangeeta watched breathlessly as Sharmila splayed her legs even wider and pulled her feet up on the bed to brace herself.

"Open me wider," she choked.

Arjun swallowed hard and did as he was instructed. Sangeeta wasn't sure, but thought she could see her wetness actually trickling a little.

Arjun's quivering hand moved up and he stretched his fingers out to put his thumb on her clitoris.

"Yessssssssssssss," she groaned, her entire body shuddering. "Rub it a little. Back and forth and all around."

He teased her clitoris for no more than thirty seconds before she clutched the pillow even tighter and whimpered; "I'm coming, baby! You're making mommy come."

Arjun rubbed her bud faster and faster. Her body convulsed uncontrollably, her massive tits lolling and sloshing, her ass humping off the bed as she let out throaty moans of pleasure.

Sangeeta wasn't sure, but it looked like Sharmila came twice before she gradually began to relax.

"Stop for a second, honey," Sharmila panted.

Arjun slid his hands back up her thighs and smiled up at her.

"That was wonderful," she breathed. "Just wonderful."

She took another moment to catch her breath and then smiled; "Mommy's ready for you, baby. You need to touch me a little more, a little lower. Put your hands back."

Arjun slid his hands back to her vagina.

"Pull me apart again, baby."

Arjun pried open her swollen lips with brazen confidence.

"I want to kiss it," he said.

She smiled.

"That's where your penis is going in a little bit," she choked. "But it's very small and very tight, so you have to get it stretched a little bit.

"I don't want to hurt you."

"I know you don't, baby. But I haven't had sex for a year now and its almost virgin. Now, slide your finger up and down and get the tip nice and wet."

Arjun gently dragged his index finger up and down her slit until it was coated with her wetness.

"Very slowly, push into me."

Sangeeta watched breathlessly as Arjun moved his finger around with slow tenderness and then very gently inserted an inch or so, making his "mommy" gasp softly.

"It's so hot and tight," Arjun marvelled.

"That's why you have to be careful, especially you, since your penis is so big," she whispered as Arjun began gently finger-fucking her sopping quim.

Not being rough in any way, but gaining confidence quickly, Arjun increased the tempo and depth of his probing until his finger was all the way inside.

With gradual tenderness, he pushed in a second finger and slowly probed in and out of her. Her breathing was becoming more laboured. "M-move your hand in a slow c-circle pushing outward to stretch a little. L-like you're stirring."

Sangeeta had never seen or even imagined a more erotic sight than what he was witnessing now. Arjun was so caring and gentle and slow in preparing her, that it made her heart ache. At the same time, it was clear to Sangeeta that Sharmila was rapidly growing more desperate with need.

"O-okay," Sharmila choked. "It's time to make love, my baby. Stand up."

As Arjun rose up and Sharmila scooted deeper into the bed, Sangeeta looked at his son's cock and shook her head in amazement. The giant rod was once again so thoroughly and massively swollen that it almost defied comprehension. It bucked and throbbed and dripped a steady stream of pre-come. Sangeeta also noticed Sharmila was gawking at her son's cock with awestruck fear and yearning desire.

She reclined on a heap of pillows and spread her legs wide. "Come here, honey," she whispered.

Arjun climbed up on the bed and knelt straight up in front of her, staring down worriedly at her fearful eyes glued to his cock.

He moved up until the tops of his sinewy thighs were pressing against the soft backs of hers and then stretched over her with his hands next to her shoulders. They both looked down at his cock looming over her softly rounded belly where his pre-come was already pooling.

"See how far it will go into me?" She whispered in slightly frightened amazement.

He gulped and nodded.

She put her hands on his shoulders and cupped the back of his head to pull him down for a kiss. His body stayed hovering above hers as they kissed with slow and deep passion for a long moment.

She broke the kiss and looked up at him with wet eyes.

"What's wrong?" He asked worriedly.

"Nothing at all," she smiled, a tear running down her cheek. "I just missed you so much and want to make love with you so badly. Will you make love to me?"

He nodded and she pulled him down for another kiss while her other hand slipped between their bodies to grasp his massive cock. The touch of her hand, so small and delicate on the giant rod, made them moan into each other's mouth.

"Slow and gentle," she breathed using his cock to push him back, the oozing head dragging along her belly and into her slit.

He gritted his teeth and looked down as she bent his cock lower until the blunt tip brushed against her sopping slit. He gasped and his arms quivered.