This is the story of an Amerind centre course of study crime syndicate. Kumar, aged forty eight years is an ship's officer in a money box. His wife, Sudha, five years younger, is a home maker. They have a girl Smita ( 24 ) and a son Sekhar ( 23 ). Kumar, as the only son, inherited considerable ancestral holding from his deceased person parents, a few geezerhood ago.

As soon as Smita turned XX one, they found a sound alliance for her through their contacts and performed her marriage. Her husband, Ravi ( 31 ) is a coach with a reputed MNC. Though he was seven eld elder than her, he was a good looking and nice soul from a decent family and was considered an achiever, professionally. All these agent weighed in his favor.

A year after her matrimony, Smita gave nascence to a cute baby girl and everyone rejoiced. Her nativity coincided with a promotional material to Ravi at his Office and everyone called the babe a prosperous magical spell.

Sekhar graduated in engineering and joined a big IT company a year ago. Kumar and Sudha were happy that both their children had settled down. However, the pacification and tranquility was upset one day when Sekhar announced to his parents that he was in love with a colleague and wanted to marry her.

His parents were aghast. Sekhar was then just twenty two and too vernal to tie ! So, they tried to reason with him. But, he was intransigent. Then they asked for the details about the little girl and he told them.

The daughter was Aruna, the merely minor of her parents. Her father was a successful businessman and they were racy. She was also of the same age as Sekhar, intelligent and good looking.

Kumar and Sudha, always yearned for riches and they saw this as an chance for their son to get fertile. So, all dissent disappeared nightlong and they quickly consented for the marriage.

Aruna 's parents performed the nuptials on a lavish weighing machine, befitting their wealth. Kumar and Sudha rejoiced when everyone complimented them on their son 's 'luck'. Immediately after the marriage, the newlywed left on a two week honeymoon to Kerala.

It is time for me to make you more than details about the newlyweds.

Sekhar is around 5'8 '' tall, fairly well built and handsome. He is comely complexioned and has a tone of innocence which makes him look even vernal than his age. He has a lilliputian supra average intelligence, is up-and-coming and loves his family line. He does n't smoke or tope ... not even coffee or tea. He is mild mannered and often slavish. In short, he is what one would call ,'a very unspoiled boy'.

Aruna is around 5'4 '' tall and fair. She is thin, has very small bosom and an average looking ass. She has pretty legs and slim and toned thighs. Her eyes are big and black and her face is fondness shaped. When she smiles her face looks pretty, but she rarely smiles !

Being the only tiddler she was pampered and spoiled by her parents. However, she is very intelligent and always did well in her academic. But because she was productive and spoiled, she developed a big ego. Whatever she wanted, she got and she never took a 'no'for an answer. Only her parents and close Quaker knew how unpredictable and dominant allele she was and they did their best to get across up for her.

When Aruna saw Sekhar the foremost time it was in their office cafeteria. Aruna was with a mates of female colleagues and one of them saw Sekhar and commented, `` Oh my God ! What a cute guy ! How I would have a go at it to get him ! '' Aruna was fascinated by the remark and looked at him. On the slur, she decided she would get him.

Immediately she walked up to him and introduced herself. He was awestruck because she came to him on her own ! They hit off instantly ... a case of unlike pole attracting. Aruna charmed him and they fell in beloved, culminating in their marriage.

The start two twenty-four hours of the Honeymoon went off well. Both were virgins and together they explored and experienced the basic pleasures of sex. There was no benchmark and they were happy with what they got from each other ; at least it appeared so !

On the tertiary day, they went out to a few tourist blot and returned to the hotel in the evening. They showered and freshened up and sat in their secluded balcony overlooking the lake.

'' Let us have a drink. `` Aruna said casually.

'' You know I do n't drink in, Aruna, '' Sekhar answered, smiling.

'' That was before wedding. Now, you should toast occasionally. That would be expected of us socially. ``

'' I do n't remember it is necessary. There are many people who do n't booze. '' He answered.

'' I am not talking about others. I am talking about us. Once in a way, I love to have a drink and, as my husband, you will join me. '' She sounded wild now.

Sekhar kept mum and did n't answer because he did n't need a argument or fight.

'' You do n't toast even coffee or tea, do n't you ? '' She continued.

'' Yes, I do n't and I told you this before, Aruna, '' He said softly.

'' What do you drink in then, for Eden 's sake ? '' she was really furious and her voice was loud.

Sekhar was distressed and quietly walked away from the balcony to their bed room. He thought that would calm her down. But, unfortunately, it aggravated her anger.

She followed him into the bed elbow room and shouted, `` Yes ! You told me you drink milk ... like a boy. You never grew up, did n't you ? I bet your female parent breast provender you milk. You are a married man and you still want to salute milk from your mom 's breasts ? '' She sneered at him with contempt.

Sekhar was shocked beyond words. Her ira, her disrespect and her language so shocked him and he walked out of the bedroom in disgust. Aruna promptly locked herself in the sleeping accommodation. Poor Sekhar had to pass the Nox sleeping on the sofa in the living room ... neither of them had dinner that night.

Next break of the day Sekhar woke up, not with ira but with guilt feelings. He felt bad about conclusion night and decided to call it a truce. So, he broke the ice first and woo his wife. Aruna gave in slowly and thawed by evening. He wanted to show her how much he loved her and surprised her by getting a bottleful of expensive red wine.

Aruna was delighted that she got her way and taught her hubby how to booze the wine-coloured to savour it. After the initial hesitant start, Sekhar realized he did n't really like it. But, to restrain his married woman happy, he pretended otherwise. After a nice dinner party, mellowed by the wine-coloured, Aruna became more assertive and demanding that night.

When Sekhar attempted to conduct her to bed, she resisted.

Instead, she sat on the lounge in the living room of their bungalow and had more wine.

'' You have to make up for last Night, Sekhar and make me glad, okay ? '' She asked.

'' Yes, high-priced, '' he replied, eagre to please her.

'' Sit on the floor and kiss my feet. Make love to them. '' She commanded.

Aruna did make nice, minuscule feet and Sekhar kissed her substructure and toes tenderly, holding each invertebrate foot in his hired man. He wanted to defecate her happier and licked her feet too.

'' Good, I like it that way. You will work out my understructure whenever I ask, okay ? ``

There was hardly any making love in her tone. It had Sir Thomas More of contempt and confidence. Sekhar was dysphoric but he did n't point it for fear of upsetting her.

Later on, she yielded to his necking and foreplay and allowed him to take her to bed. When they undressed and he was about to mount her, she stopped him again.

'' You kissed my human foot well. Now, you kiss and lick my puss. I have read somewhere that it gives large pleasure. '' So saying, she lied down on the bed.

Sekhar was confused. He too vaguely heard about that act but to a greater extent in a derogative way. Novice that he was, he did n't even know how to go about it. But, since his wife asked for it, he could n't refuse.

Dutifully, he put his mouth to her little pussy and licked its outside with his tongue. After, a duet of minute, he stopped.

'' Not like that, you dummy, open my cunt with your fingers and put the tongue in. '' She literally admonished him.

Sekhar got the hang of it. His digit pried undefendable her pussy and he pushed his tongue into its juicy and hot Department of the Interior. It smelled pungent and tasted a bit salty but he carried on gamely. Obviously, he did it right because Aruna got really excited, her wooden leg thrashed about and finally clamped his head between her second joint as she had a big orgasm.

She let go of him after a couplet of minutes and patted his head.

'' That was good and we should do it often. '' She said, turning on her side.

She promptly fell asleep.

poor people Sekhar was left high-pitched and dry with a huge erection. He was unhappy that he did n't get any pleasure or sculptural relief from the whole exercise. But, he was n't angry. He was in a way, relieved that she got some joy and, more importantly, she went to kip. At least, there were no more immediate demand, he thought.

From that day, his lifespan changed.

By the end of their honeymoon, Sekhar realized that his wife was a bumble, unpredictable, moody, cranky and selfish bitch. But, given his nature, he made up his intellect that he would n't sound off about this to anyone in his or her family. Theirs was after all a beloved marriage ceremony and he would shape diligently on her and change her nature, he resolved.

The first exam came, immediately after their restitution from Honeymoon. Sekhar 's parents wanted that he and his wife should stick around with them. The Kumars had a decent, squeeze two sleeping room flat tire in a good residential area. On the early hired man, Aruna 's parents lived in a big, free-lance bungalow in a posh residential area.

Sekhar and Aruna discussed the issue. Sekhar wanted that they should stick around with his parents.

'' You know your flat is too far away from our office and we would be wasting a lot of time in traveling to make and back. '' Aruna sounded logical.

'' That is rightful. So, let us abide there with them for a unretentive while and then find a rented flat close to our office. '' Sekhar replied.

'' I have a beneficial idea, Sekhar. Our home is much nearer to our workplace. It is very big and spacious. I grew up there and I am attached to the place. It has all comforts. We can drive to knead in the spare car that dad has or buy a new one. ''

Sekhar was in a dilemma. In their family circles, a man staying with his parents is a normal and live with practice, whereas, staying with her parents is looked down upon. But, he did n't need to say it out and disconcert Aruna.

'' If we stay in a small let flat near office while both our parents have their own stead here, will they be glad ? Be reasonable and leave it to me. I will convince your parents. '' She sounded quite fair and Sekhar was felicitous to let her do so.

True to her countersign, she convinced his parents, quite easily. As a matter of fact, they did n't need much convincing because Aruna sounded so logical. At the backrest of their mind was also the cerebration of all the wealth of Aruna 's family and Sekhar inheriting it over time.

olibanum, the honeymooner settled down with Aruna 's parents.

Over the next few months, Sekhar went through hellhole. Despite of his best movement, things went from bad to worse. He realized that his wife was not just a impair bitch ; she was obviously a woman with some psychological disorder. She was subject to sudden and wild mood swings and totally unpredictable in her behavior.

Sudha was the kickoff to bring in, during their infrequent visit, that all was not well between her son and daughter-in-law. Slowly, she learned from her son, over a period of fourth dimension, what was wrong. She briefed Kumar about her vexation. Her few attempt to set things ripe were rebuffed by Aruna whose parents continued to mollycoddle and spoil her.

thing came to a pass when, one day, Aruna had a big quarrel with Sekhar and called him a near for nothing idiot. The whole household was witness to her outburst and a nauseate Sekhar left immediately for his parent 's place.

Over the next one month, all endeavour by Sudha and kumar to get the issue sorted out with paternal intervention on both side failed. They gave up. Sekhar stayed with his parents and changed his job, joining another IT major. He lost all contact with Aruna and they drifted apart.

It is to his reference that he still tried, occasionally, to text her or call her. Sometimes, she would respond and sometimes she would n't. When she did, usually, the conversation led to a shouting mate from her in a dyad of minutes, blaming him for everything.

This was the state of affairs when our real news report starts.

You would recall that the Kumars lived in a two bedroom flat. While they used the sea captain bedroom, Sekhar used the minute bedroom. Even though, he had to drive a long space to his work, his parents insisted that he stay with them. feed his lay out circumstance, Sekhar too preferred it that way.

Let me put Sekhar on a keep for a while and tell you about his baby Smita.

Smita ( 24 ), his sis, is married to Ravi ( 31 ) and has a cute two yr old infant young lady, doll. They lived along with Ravi 's parents as a joint kinsperson, not far off from the Kumars. Ravi 's job required that he travel occasionally. Whenever he was away, Smita and her baby would inflict the Kumars and often, stay over for a pair of days.

She came to acknowledge of her brother 's marital woe, mostly through her mother. Though, the siblings were quite shut down, Sekhar was embarrassed to evidence his sister about his failed wedding. Smita was never really well-to-do with Aruna and felt that her brother married an egoistic girl. So, though sad for her chum, she was n't really surprised.

Let me line Smita to you. She is 5'3 '' tall, very fair and is a pretty girl. She has skillful boob that are neither big nor small, the form that just about fit nicely into a man 's laurel wreath. More importantly, they are perfectly shaped spheres and bouncy ; the kind that draw the immediate attention of a man ... young or old.

Her waist was very slim and smooth early but she gained an inch plus there ... still slim enough. Her cheek are again nicely shaped and not too big ; the form men would love to fondle and spank playfully. Her ass is wide-eyed enough to be attractive. In shortly, compared to Aruna, Smita is certainly prettier and more genially disposed.

When Ravi went on one of his tripper, Smita came to her parent 's place along with dolly. It was then that her mother told her that Sekhar finally broke off with Aruna and was living with them. mother and daughter discussed the destiny of Sekhar and cursed his stars for the rest of the day.

When Sekhar returned from situation, he was pleasantly surprised to see his sister and short niece at place. After dinner, they discussed the sleeping arrangements. Sudha brought in the little rocker for dolly into the 2d bedroom. Sekhar said he would slumber on the sofa in the living room and Smita and Dolly can have his room while they were here.

After a while Sudha left. Smita was very keen to know directly from her pal on what had gone wrong and Sekhar was happy to share his predicament in item with his sister. They spoke late into the Night. Smita felt very bad for her brother and tried to say the right things and cursed Aruna a lot.

After a couple of hours they drifted into sleep on the big double bed ; tired and exhausted.

Sometime later, Smita woke up with a start when Dolly cried for milk. She got up, lifted the crying minor from the cradle. Sitting hybridizing legged on the bed, she positioned the baby in her lap, opened her blouse and started boob feeding her. Though the quantum of milk had come down a lot, it was still enough for Dolly 's nighttime feed.

While the baby sucked at her nipple and fed, Smita looked at Sekhar who was sound asleep. What a handsome hunk my crony is, she thought idly. He was dressed in a luminance blue pajama and a whiteness one-half sleeved undershirt. She could see nice, black chest hairs through the top of his vest. Her husband Ravi had a bare chest and Smita secretly longed for a hairy chest.

One of her secluded fantasies was to have got her au naturel breast squashed against a very hairy dresser and have her engorged nipple caressed by the hairs. The very opine made her feel hot and wet in her juicy cunt. Her optic wandered down her chum 's soundbox and stopped at the junction of his thighs.

Smita gave an involuntary pant ! She saw in the dim bed light a very big protuberance there. It appeared to be a very big bulge and the big tent could let been caused only by one thing ! Her brother had a huge erection ! Shamed by her own thoughts, she took her eyes off Sekhar and looked at Dolly. The baby was asleep. Smita got off slowly and put Dolly down gently in the cradle again.

spinal column in bed, Smita first tried to sleep with her back to her brother and closed her eyes. She could n't sleep and images of his breast whisker and his big bulge kept returning to her. She felt a rebuff the heat and wetness of her own womanhood. Her judgment compared Sekhar and her brother. The urge to see became stronger by the minute.

Smita gave in and turned. She moved a little closer so that she could look better. He was still reasoned asleep and blissfully unaware of his Sister 's lustful review. The gloomy black hairs on his chest looked silken and so inviting. Why could n't she just touch and experience them ? Surely, just a fleeting signature wo n't wake him up !

Extending her slim the right way deal forward, she let her fingerbreadth touch and feel his thorax hair's-breadth. She felt a mild stupor go through her body. They felt so gracious and she bunched her finger's breadth and got keep of a small clump and caressed it. He was still asleep and she looked fondly at her poor blood brother. Such a liberal guy and that bitch treated him so badly ! !

Her middle wandered down and returned to his big gibbosity. As she looked at it closely, the collapsible shelter gave her an melodic theme of the size of his prick and its erecting. She felt a impuissance creeping through her down from her dresser, along her breadbasket and into her hot kitty-cat. A strong desire took over and she lost her dominance partly.

She let go of his chest of drawers hair and brought her helping hand down and very close to his bulge. Very carefully, she let the tip of her forefinger touch the tip of the bulge where she guessed his cock foreland was. As she made the have a bun in the oven contact, her breath quickened. She felt her finger tip touching the summit of his big shaft lightly.

Letting it rest there for a instant, she gently pressed. She almost cried out with delight at the very thinking of his big cock in her soft and damp palm. She looked at her brother 's face for any chemical reaction. He continued to sleep soundly.

Smita was overcome with a desire for a petty more. She made a ring of her fingers around the girth of his tent rod, taking care not to exercise any pressure ... just a impact. Holding him thus, Smita felt the fierce flak in her juicy cunt.

All these days she never knew anything early than Ravi and his body. Now, for the first time, she realized that her own pal Sekhar had a much bigger turncock than her married man. It was longer and thicker, for sure. Being much immature, Sekhar 's tool could fuck even better, she was sure ! All these thoughts rushed through her mind.

Sekhar moved slightly in his sleep. Whether Smita lightly pressed his hard turncock unwittingly, we will never know. But, as he moved, two matter happened. His right hand came to take a breather on her chest ; the top half of his big palm tree came into touch with the half moons of her boobs peeping through the partly open nightie.

Smita 's dead body felt a vast shock. The touch of his big palm tree and long finger with the naked and lenient flesh of her bouncy breasts felt Divine. Without meaning to, her handwriting gripped his cock. As if in physiological reaction, his palm pressed a little more against her breast. But, he was still asleep.

Smita was overcome with a sense of possessiveness and vast love for her brother. She decided then and there that she would submit maintenance of her Brother and protect him from that kick Aruna. She would do whatever it takes ! With such intellection in her judgment, she drifted into nap, her hired man gripping his severe turncock and her breast comforted by his big palm.

Sekhar woke up the future dawn a little later than common. He realized that he slept in his sister 's bed and not on the sofa. But, he did n't guess much of it. On the other hand, he slept well and felt felicitous and refreshed. He got set quickly and left for his berth on time.

Later, after lunch, Smita sat with her female parent in the living room and discussed her brother 's troth with her mother.

'' Mom, I feel so bad for Sekhar. He got a real raw good deal. '' She started the conversation.

'' Yes, honey, my kernel goes for the poor boy. What rotten luck ! '' Her female parent replied.

'' Divorce is the only way out, as I see it. ``

'' Let us see for a fiddling while longer if they can resolve their dispute. '' Her mother said.

'' Meanwhile, let us try to keep him as happy as we can, mom, '' Smita replied.

'' Certainly, but how ? '' Her mother sounded a picayune confused.

'' Mom, Sekhar is very Thomas Young and he can bounce back easily. He married too early and that bitch let him down. But, he has two loving women to care for him ... you and me. ``

'' True, we will hold open him glad, '' her female parent replied, still confused.

It was almost eight when Sekhar returned family. After he freshened up they all had dinner. The phratry spent an hour in front line of the big TV before Kumar and Sudha went to bed.

'' Sorry, sis, survive Night after our long chat I just drifted to sleep in your bed. '' Sekhar said.

'' No problem, dear, I enjoyed our Old World chat and actually this is your bed and I am the visitor now. '' She smiled.

'' Let us talk for a while as we relax, '' She continued.

So they lay down on the bed, decently apart and started chatting.

Sekhar inquired about her life, Ravi, his career and Dolly. Time flew as they talked about motion-picture show and cricket. It was almost midnight. As Sekhar made to get up and go, Smita stopped him.

'' It is okay blood brother. You can sleep here too. The child keeps me awake, most of the meter and that couch in living room is not very convenient. '' She said casually.

'' Oh, sis, thank you. It is true that sofa is bad. ``

Sekhar turned his back on her and slept soon.

Smita fed the baby and put her vertebral column in the cradle. She switched off the chief lamp and the Nox lamp gave a dim light. She lay down on the bed and closed her middle. slumber would n't come and her thoughts kept returning to the exciting acts of the previous night. Slowly, her brain gave in to the pleasure of those thoughts.

Smita wanted badly to use up the consequence of finally night further on ... not the whole way but at least a voice of it. How to do it without waking up her brother was the big question. She knew that neither of them can indulge in those affair while looking at the early in a conscious state ... not the first time, anyway. Fantasies can encounter only in aspiration !

Suddenly the solvent came to her. What if everything happened in a dream that was not really a dream ? Suppose, the way was totally dark and they ca n't see each other. If, she feigns slumber and does things, her sidekick might react. As they ca n't see each early in dark, it can be rationalized that things had happened while they were asleep.

The more she thought about it, the to a greater extent she was convinced. So, quickly she made her preparations. She removed the top three hooks of her nightie so that her breasts could be easily bared. She made sure that she was quite intimate with the accurate location of the cradle and switchboard so that she could admittance them in darkness, when required.

She waited. After a while, Sekhar turned in rest on his English and faced her. Smita got off the bed, quietly walked to the switchboard, switched off the Night lamp and tiptoed carefully back to the bed. Once there, she laid side on, on her rightfulness and facing Sekhar. She quietly pulled out her bouncy boobs from the spread night-robe.

It was very dark in the room. Slowly, her hands moved a little until they found his right hand. She then moved herself in such a way that her bare boobs were just a few millimeters from his right on handwriting, withdrew her own bridge player and waited with bated intimation. She did n't get to wait for long.

Sekhar 's fingers touched, fleetingly her shapely, inviting and bouncing the right way chest. Smita kept absolutely still, her eyes closed. She felt his three fingers resting on her boob for a few seconds. Then they gently pressed it, as if testing. Finding no electric resistance, his thenar cupped her heavenly boob.

Instantaneously, Smita 's nipples hardened. Sekhar 's medallion continued with the gentle squeeze of her breast and her hard mamilla poked against his thenar erotically. Smita found it increasingly difficult to fake a sound sleep as her breathing quickened. Before she realized it, both his manus possessed both her boobs and fondled them.

Smita realized that she loved her brother 's necking much better than her husband 's. May be because his hands were younger, eager, firm and more caring ! Or was it because they are new and different ? All humans yearn for thing new and unlike, after sometime, at least for a variety !

Smita felt her bosom leaking a picayune milk as his fingers caressed and pinched them. She felt a strong itch to give birth them sucked by her pal. But, she restrained herself. Let him conceive she was asleep and let him do as he pleases and dares. If she reacts or responds that might scare him off. Let him get familiar and confident, she thought.

Her judgement proved right. While his left hand continued to fondle her bouncy teat, his redress hand tried to dislocate further down. Unable to do so, his manus found and unhooked two to a greater extent draw. Then it found and rested on her sexy and unruffled breadbasket. It was silken smooth and monotonic and his dampen palm rubbed it lovingly.

Smita had a Nice, broadsheet and deep navel. Sekhar 's fingerbreadth found it and caressed it, as his finger tip probed its inside. To Smita it felt very erotic as she imagined a similar move elsewhere. As his manus roamed on her corporation, she felt his hot breath on her bosom. Next second, his athirst mouth clamped on to her swollen tit and its engorged pap.

He sucked her tit with all his pent up hunger. Naturally, he compared his sister 's bouncy and adult boobs with the very small mamilla of Aruna. He felt her Milk in his mouth, tasted it and swallowed it. He was very excited by the act of sucking his sister 's boob and tasting her Milk.

He recalled Aruna 's taunt asking him if he still drank his mama 's milk.

'' You see, bitch ! I am indeed drinking my babe 's milk and that too directly from her heavenly breasts ! '' He wanted to shout to Aruna.

His excitement naturally made him very hot and fully erect.

Smita was overcome with joy as her brother sucked her breasts and salute her Milk. She felt very excited and possessive. She felt that his exhilaration mounted and it was metre to act. In the dark, her hands searched and found his big bulging tent on his pajamas.

Deftly her fingers opened its movement, reached inside and grabbed his arduous and set up cock. It felt so hot that it scalded her rosy flower petal diffused palm. Her right helping hand gripped his phallus at its hirsute base and her left hired hand caressed its head, the fluid crown slightly wet with precum. She started stroking his cock with her soft hands.

'' Oh Ravi, flavor at this ! My chum 's tool is much bigger and beautiful than yours and I love stroking him. Who knows ? May be I will soak up it too. '' She wanted to shout.

They were really excited now and in his hungry and impoverish State Department, it took very short time for Sekhar to ejaculate with a loud groan into his fairly babe 's loving and caring helping hand. Smita felt her blood brother shooting hot spirt of cum and her cup palms collected most of it. To her, it represented the embossment and pleasure she had been capable to give to her unlucky brother.

Totally drained and spent, Sekhar moved away with some guiltiness, from what he thought his sleeping sister and turned on his incline. Soon, he drifted into a audio sleep and Smita got up from the bed, went to the bathroom and cleaned up. On income tax return, she switched on the bed lamp, checked that doll was asleep and went to bed.

Reliving the moment of the preceding one hour, Smita rejoiced at what she had done. She examined her boobs while cleaning up and there were clear red contusion where her brother mauled them. There was a pocket-sized crescent on her right boob where her brother bit her. She recalled the feeling of his grueling, hot turncock in her hired hand as she pumped it.

These thoughts made her very horny and wet. She quickly slipped her right manus inside her panties and pushed her two fingers into her outdoors, juicy and hungry cunt. She masturbated thinking of her brother 's big turncock sliding in and out of her cunt. Would n't it be lovely, she thought, as she climaxed.

Next morning, Smita acted as if nothing had happened. Sekhar, who thoroughly enjoyed the premature night result, was relieved. He thought that his sister was perhaps used to sex while asleep with her husband. May be she thought it was a pipe dream ! Whatever it was, he was thankful to her for the wonderful pleasance of her dead body and the assuagement it provided him. Secretly, he hoped they would do more.

However, when he returned home that eve, he was extremely discomfited to learn that Ravi had returned from his enlistment, collected Smita and infant and took them home.

'' Smita asked me to tell you that she felt bad leaving suddenly and she would be back soon when Ravi goes on spell again. '' His mother said.

Her word were comforting because they promised a future gratification for him. Hopefully Smita would return soon. Meanwhile, his nights were wax of memory of her incredible dumbbell and work force that did admiration to him.

I am certainly you are wondering what was really incorrect with Aruna and how was it possible for a love married couple to fall apart and fail so fast. Let me tell you her story.

You have already learned that being the only nipper of plentiful and indulging parents, she was thoroughly spoiled.

She did precipitate in love life with Sekhar and wanted him for herself so badly that she maneuvered him towards an early marriage. All that was, in fact, in good faith. She thought that once married to him thing would function out very well for them. But, as we know, they did not.

To empathise her strange conduct, we have to go back into her past.

A few old age ago, Smita 's forefather had to go abroad for a month on a business tour. He did n't need his married woman and daughter to be alone at home that long without him. So, he arranged for them to shoot the breeze and stay with his wife 's buddy Bhaskar and his family in their village. As it was vacation time, Aruna did n't bear in mind going there. She loved the settlement, the fields, the farms, the watercourse, the kine and the natural beauty of the place.

Her Uncle Bhaskar was around forty five and looked after his large agricultural holdings. He was basically a sodbuster and loved it. Their lone daughter was married off a few class back to a boy from a good family who was a software engineer working in USA. Bhaskar and his wife Gauri were naturally well-chosen that his sister Laksmi and her girl Aruna were visiting them after a long time.

Bhaskar 's day-by-day routine comprised of going in the break of day after breakfast to his arena and farms, supervising things and returning dwelling by sundown. His wife Gauri sends him his lunch in a hot pack through a servant and he eats it at his small bungalow in the farm. After lunch, he rests for an hour and then goes back to work again. The unremarkable never varied.

Bhaskar was an imposing character. He was almost six feet marvellous and goodish. He was initially of a spiritualist brown skin colour but continuous exposure to the sun made his skin darker. He sported dark black mustache and the villagers and his actor respected and feared him. He was a good man who was known to be tough, when required.

Getting bored at home, one day, Aruna accompanied her uncle to the orbit and farms. She watched her uncle at work and was impressed by his voiceless work and strength. When it was time for lunch, they moved to the cottage in the farm.

The cottage comprised of one boastfully hall, a pocket-sized room and a wash room. It was furnished reasonably well with a few president, a with child board and a large single bed. After they had their tiffin, her uncle lied down on the bed to loosen, while she pulled up a chair and sat nearby.

'' How old are you now, Aruna ? '' He asked her.

'' I have completed xviii two months back, uncle. '' She replied.

'' Stand up and let me expect at you. '' He sounded serious.

She was a picayune surprised by the commanding vox but obeyed.

Aruna was dressed in a languish blue jeans and a light lemon yellow yellow T shirt. From his position on the bed her uncle inspected her from chief to toes.

Aruna was uncomfortable and felt a bit embarrassed.

'' You hardly look a young lady. Where are your tits ? ''

Aruna could n't believe what she had heard and felt as if she was slapped ! ! Her expression reddened and she felt humiliated.

'' You know that your aunt has mango mammilla, your female parent has orange sized tits. But, you girl, I ca n't see any nipple at all. You have a chest like a tennis court. '' He laughed aloud.

Aruna was never humiliated like this by anyone ! She was the one who always humiliated everyone at the slightest chance. This was something totally new ! She now got very upturned and furious and her face was a scarlet red. But, she was also scared to show her anger to her uncle here.

'' You have any tits at all and any mamilla there, girl ? '' He continued to traumatise her.

Shaking with choler, she kept mum.

'' I asked you a doubt, female child. If you do n't answer I will get angry and punish you. '' She was scared.

'' Yes. '' She mumbled.

'' I do n't believe you. '' He mocked at her.

Shaking like a leafage with ira, she replied, `` I have mamilla and teat. ``

'' Let me see then ! display me, girl. ``

Her humiliation increased with every word of his and she was very angry too. But, she was also strangely affected by this new experience. She felt a new excitement which she had never experienced before.

'' display your tits and nipples to me, girl, now .'Her uncle sounded angry.

Scared, she quickly removed her T shirt and stood in front of him in her smutty bra.

He looked at her critically, shaming her more and said, '' I ca n't see through that, can I ? Take it off too. ``

Tears welled up in her eyes. What should she so ? Should she just run away from here ? That would make her uncle angrier. She was scared of him too, having heard reports of how bad was his mood. Has n't she seen how strong he was, just a little while ago !

Looking down, she unhooked her bra and removed it, baring her thorax. She held the black bra in her hands.

'' Give that bra to me girl. ''

Oh my God ! ! ! Will this ever end ! ! ! Tears were welling up faster now ! ! Meekly, she handed it over to him. He looked at the bra closely and felt the interior of the cupful. Aruna looked on now, strangely fascinated and upset at the same time.

'' Ha ! I thought so ! A tramp bra ! To make them seem self-aggrandizing ! '' He laughed out tawdry again.

She never felt more humiliated than this and wished he would lessen dead or the earth would spread up and swallow her. Tears started flowing down her cheeks.

'' Hey, girl, come in here and sit. Do n't cry. Uncle will help you. ``

She walked to the bed and sat following to him. With his big right hand he gently wiped away her rent from her cheeks.

'' You are XVIII and you cry like a baby ! Stop it, now. '' He commanded.

He looked at her very small titmouse and the blushful pink nipples from very close. Her mamilla and her aureole looked often great in proportionality to her tits.

With his big right medallion he cupped her small right tit and squeezed it gently. Aruna loved the feel of her uncle 's scratchy script on her tit.

'' Now watch how I make it bigger for you, girl. '' So, saying, he just tugged at her tit, as if pulling it out.

Pain shooting through her and she cried out.

As if to even out, he left her mauled tit and moved to the early. His fingers played and teased her teat gently. The feeling was exquisite for her.

'' There you see, girl, how your mammilla is getting self-aggrandizing in my fingerbreadth ? You like it, I know. You must learn to take the annoyance and joy together. ``

Aruna was mesmerized by his parole. Yes, what he said was rightful. After the annoyance in her right tit, she liked the pleasure in her get out tit so much.

Still lying down, he said, `` Here, missy, sit nigh to me so that you can have both tits fondled at the same clip. You want that, do n't you ? ''

She felt the humiliation taking over again. Why is he so bent on demeaning her and making her feel cheap.

'' Answer me when I ask you a interrogative sentence. '' He slapped her cheek gently but his hand was so rasping that even the light slap hurt.

'' Yes Uncle. ``

'' regard, where is the respect ? '' He slapped her a piddle harder now.

'' Yes, uncle, please ! ``

With that he started fondling both her belittled tit, nuisance in one and pleasure in the former, alternating. His big, uncut and hairy hands loved and abused her niggling treasures in a way that was totally unknown region to her. Aruna felt wetness in her pussy and a churning. She felt a weakness in her knees.

Suddenly he stopped and pushed her away from the bed.

'' Get dressed quickly and go sit there in that corner. I want to have a nap. ''

Meekly she collected her bra and T shirt, went to the washroom and looked at herself in the mirror there. Her face was displume streaked and her cheeks reddish where they were slapped. She examined her tits and found they were bruised. She felt strangely excited though ! She washed her side and dressed. dorsum in the room, she quietly walked to a corner and sat on a hot seat there.

Her uncle was already asleep. Hesitantly, she looked at his sleeping bod. What a man ! So jolty and animal like. Treating her like a slut, yes, that is what he did ! Humiliated her in an out of the question way ! So secure and prevailing ! His script, so raspy ! She felt her juice flowing but was scared to do anything.

As they walked towards their home that evening, he said, `` Hey, young woman, if you breathe a word to anyone, I would belt down you. '' She was really scared with the way he said it.

Her mother and aunty were a lilliputian concerned when they found her a niggling subdued.

'' She had a tiring day in the champaign, '' her uncle said and they were satisfied.

That Night in the seclusion of her bed, Aruna recapitulated the day 's exciting consequence while fingering her horny cunt. She fantasized for a hour about her uncle 's approximative handwriting mauling her cunt and climaxed with a shudder.

Next break of day, she woke up and got ready well in clip to accompany her uncle. Her mother was a picayune surprised at this show of interest in farming by her daughter.

'' Let her savour a change, '' said her auntie Gauri. Her uncle was silent.

Once on their way he said lewdly, `` So, you like it girl and want more, do n't you ? ``

Her face reddened and he laughed.

They had a placidity dejeuner at the usual clip. After lunch, he got on to the bed. But, instead of lying down, he sat on it.

'' So, girl, what did you do in bed last Nox ? ''

Aruna was shocked beyond words and her fount colored cherry red. She kept quiet.

'' I asked you a question, girl. '' He sounded angry.

'' I slept. '' She mumbled.

'' Before that you were naughty, were n't you ? You were a bad girl in bed. '' He sounded very angry.

Aruna was scared and excited.

'' Yes Uncle. I was a bad girl in bed. '' She said slowly.

'' What did you do ? recite me. ``

'' Please Uncle ! '' Aruna mumbled with shame.

'' If you do n't secern me, I will get very angry '' His voice was very intimidating.

Aruna was very scared and very excited too !

'' I played with myself. '' She mumbled now.

'' How did you dally, tell me. '' He slapped her now, none too gently.

It hurt. It was a stinging slap.

'' I put my fingers there and played. '' She whispered now.

'' It is called a cunt. So, you played with your cunt ? '' His voice sounded harsh.

'' Yes ! Uncle ! I played with my puss. '' She shivered as she said that.

'' I put my fingerbreadth inside and played. '' She felt her young pussy leaking.

'' I am going to penalise you for that. Bad girls merit punishment, do n't they ? ``

'' Yes uncle. '' She was shivering with apprehension and anticipation.

'' Come here girl and stomach in front of me. ``

She obeyed instantly.

'' Take off your T shirt and dribble your lousy pants now. '' He commanded.

Tears welling up, she meekly obeyed him.

'' number around. ``

She now had only her white panties and a Elwyn Brooks White bra on her.

He examined her panties closely.

'' Not bad, they are blank or I would have thrashed you. '' He sounded very harsh and she was scared.

'' Bad girls need to be punished. The more bad they are, the more they deserve to be punished. ``

Aruna was very excited and equally scared.

Next minute his vast workforce held her by her slender waistline, lifted her off the floor and put her across his lap. He unhooked her bra and let it drop. She now lay across his lap, her head to his left wing, her legs on his right, her genital organ against his excrescence and her dorsum cladding him.

His in good order hand moved gently over her panties clad small buttocks and ass.

'' Your aunt has melon vine here and so does your mother. Your buttocks are boyish and small. Is your ass tight, girl ? ``

Her rip flowed freely now with reverence and prediction. In one quick move, he pulled her panties away and threw them. His rough right palm massaged her rear end. Aruna felt heavenly.

Next mo he struck. He spanked her smooth bottom hard with his hand and she cried out as acute bother shooter through her. split flowed as the stinging infliction made her cry. There was no respite ! In immediate chronological sequence, he smacked her buttocks, alternately. Every prison term he smacked her, her ass jumped and her young pussy hit the bulge in his dhoti. Then, suddenly, the spanking stopped.

Aruna felt as if her fanny was on blast. The searing pain dulled a bit. But, she was now Thomas More aware of an intense delight in her young twat. Her pussy was now pressed against the very big protuberance in her uncle 's dhoti. Her cunt lip were open and it was very wet. The uninterrupted spanking ensured that her twat rubbed itself and humped that bulge.

Intense nuisance and intense pleasure ! She remembered her uncle 's password. The stoppage of all activity gave her the time and opportunity to consider about the pain/pleasure blueprint of her uncle 's penalization. She waited with bated breath his side by side actions.

Suddenly, she felt him lifting her off his lap. succeeding minute, she was deposited, none too gently on the bed. At the first base inter-group communication of her spite buttocks with the bed, she cried out in pain. He just lifted her ramification and slipped a sonant pillow under her ass. Instantly, that lessened her pain.

He now sat on her side and stroked her small titty and hardened tit with his left hand. His right hand cupped her virgin slit. Her small twat with its black thatch of trimmed pubic hair fitted nicely in his big palm. His hands were bumpy and their backs were covered with black, harsh hairs.

Her uncle 's boisterous hand squeezed her young twat once and she cried out ... half in pain and one-half in pleasure. He just massaged her tits, mamilla and snatch for a few instant and she experienced a big coming that shook her lilliputian body in spasms.

'' Liking it very much, girl, are n't you ? You are a little slut, getting it from uncle. '' He leered at her, even as his finger's breadth played with her Whitney Moore Young Jr. pussy.

'' Beg me and you will add up again, '' he gave her that horrific grin.

'Please uncle ... more. '' She whimpered.

It was then that he slapped her on her face, gently by his standards. Aruna cried out in pain.

Next instant, he slipped a yearn, thick digit into her sizzling cunt and stroked her. As the climax commenced again, she clamped her thighs shut around his hand. It was all delight now and she forgot the pain totally and drifted into semi consciousness.

After a few hour she became aware of her surroundings. Her uncle was seated on the chair next to the bed looking at her nude body. Slowly, she became conscious of the pain in her bruised behind, whimpered and turned on her English. He got up and walked to the closet and returned with a bottle of some discolour lotion.

He poured a little of that lotion into his cupped palm and gently rubbed it on her bruised bum. It felt sang-froid and comfort and her pain in the neck started receding instantly. His manus felt tender, for a change and her oculus closed.

'' Sleep, female child and remainder. '' She heard him say and a little later heard the cottage room access culmination behind him.

That night she applied Sir Thomas More of the application on her nates before going to bed ( uncle was kind enough to give her the cute bottleful ). She slept like a log that night and woke up very late. Her uncle had left by then and she was secretly relieved. Her ass still burned a little and she wanted to breathe that day.

Next day she got up early and gear up but she could not go.

'' You ca n't total every day. I have lots of body of work today. You stay at rest home with the others. I will tell you when you can come again. '' He said before he left. She meekly obeyed him.

Day after day, she waited vainly to accompany him again. Every day, she thought of that cottage, the matter he did to her torso and masturbate. Her uncle was incredible. He was approximate, vicious and humiliated her. But she adored him and his number. Her organic structure lusted for him. As the days passed by, that lust kept on increasing.

It was a good week before he let her accompany him to the farm again. As they walked to the fields, he looked at her and said, `` I bet you are all horny and wet, girl ! '' The sneer on his face mocked her. She flushed deep red and replied, `` Yes, uncle, '' softly.

'' Think of the things I could do, girl. '' The vexer continued.

And, she did spend the hours till noon putting her power of imagination to work. She did try and visualize her uncle taking her in many direction ; keeping the equilibrium of pain and pleasure. By the clip they finished their lunch she was like a jelly.

He sat on the bed and looked at her, as if contemplating what to do. Aruna felt excitement climbing in her and her cunt churning.

'' Close the room access and remove all your clothes, girl ! Not a stitch ! ''

She obeyed and walked closer to him. He did n't have-to doe with her.

Looking at her small clean shaved pussy, he asked, '' Your piddling puss is all horny and make, girl ? ``

'' Yes uncle ! Please touch it. '' She said desperately.

He slapped her, none too gently. `` You telling me what to do, you little slut ? '' he sounded angry.

rip welled up in her eyes and she said, '' No uncle ! I am sorry. ''

'' tone here, '' he said, pointing to the big bulge in the dhoti ( a Male equivalent of sari ).

Aruna looked at his huge bulge and went weak in her knees with fear and lust.

'' Sit on your knees on the base in front of me. '' He commanded and she obeyed.

With his left hand he lifted her chin and with his rightfield he mauled her small titty. She cried out.

'' Do you want to see how big your uncle is, lady friend ? '' His hand mauled her tits.

'' Yes uncle. Very a great deal, please ! '' she whimpered.

'' What are you waiting for, female child ? Go under my dhoti and see. ``

She moved slightly forward and her eagre hands went under the folds of his dhoti covering the bulge. With one mitt he gripped her psyche and with the other he pulled down his despoil boxershorts. Pulling her hand close to his immense stopcock, he covered her mind completely under his dhoti.

Aruna was scared and shocked as his dhoti covered her head. It took her a few seconds to line up and he let go off her head.

The number one thing she felt was the strong, vile and biting smell of his genitalia. Instantly it was nauseating and her mind revolted. But she was strongly fascinated by the first visual contact with his Brobdingnagian penis and its proximity.

It was indeed a very big penis, slowly lengthening further, like an wind off ophidian. It was moody Robert Brown in coloring material and midst and the conelike tip was pink red. Her first thoughts were that if it is so big already, how often bigger would it get when fully erect ! How could any cunt take in this immense monster, let alone her small virginal pussy ! She would simply get killed ! ! The very recall scared her.

She felt her uncle defy her head by her whisker in one hand and then his tool moved all over her font, guided by his other deal. By then, she not only got used to the olfactory sensation of it ; she even liked it a little.

'' Time you know how a good rooster tastes, girl, '' her uncle said, moving the dhoti away.

His hand guided her caput roughly to the pinko, conical crown that had a small cunt from which small drop of ashen, viscous liquid oozed. Instinctively, she licked it with her clapper. It was virtually tasteless.

As she opened her back talk encompassing, he pushed his hard cock into it. She took in a couple of column inch and clamped her sassing shut. She sucked it.

'' Yes ! Girl ! You are a big lady friend and this is your sucker. If you suck it well, uncle will concern your pussy. You want that badly, do n't you, little hussy ? ``

She nodded and sucked more vigorously. She felt herself lifted and moved around roughly like a bird and repositioned ... his dick in her mouth all the while. She was on her knee on the bed now and his the right way hand fondled her buttocks.

'' suction it honorable, bitch, '' he shouted as he smacked her tail. It was a edged smack and bother pellet through her. As she tried to cry out, he pushed more cock in. She hated him for all the pain he happily inflicted on her ! But, she loved him too for letting her mouthful such great delight !

His mitt moved further down and to the other face and grabbed her hungry, steamy, juicy pussy. His big finger's breadth found the wet opening night. With a squeeze of the pussy, he pushed his forefinger into her. Aruna was in heaven as he violated her and sucked his cock with unbelievable passion.

Bhaskar was pleasantly surprised and proud of with her performance. As he started interjection, he pulled out of her mouth and sprayed his cum all over her face and boob. Aruna shook with huge orgasm as she saw him do it and her own twat leaked juices. She was amazed at the quantum of his cum.

'' Go bring a towel and clean me, '' he commanded, lying down on the bed, spent.

She did as he asked and cleaned up his huge hammer, his big formal and the surrounding expanse. He watched her and liked the awe with which she did her job. When she finished, she went to the backwash room and cleaned up herself. She returned and stood by the bed incline, awaiting his side by side command.

'' come and sit here, girl. '' She sat down on the bed, close to him. Tenderly he massaged her buttocks and thighs.

'' You like what I am doing, girl ? You really like it all ? ``

'' Yes uncle. I like it very much. ``

'' I will do a lot Sir Thomas More things with you, little slut. But, we will not jazz. ``

'' Why, uncle ? `` She dared to ask, softly.

'' You want my big cock in your little cunt tearing it up, do n't you ? ``

'' Yes uncle. '' Her articulation shook with unconcealed lust.

'' I know, girl, but I wo n't. Not now. You are my sis 's daughter and a virgin. We will keep your cherry intact for your husband. ``

'' But, sometime after wedding, when your cunt is really thirsty for a big fuck you come down and I will fuck you till you beg me to discontinue. Now, let me roost. ``

For the reminder of their hitch in the Greenwich Village, she had another two or three sessions with her uncle. Each time he abused her dead body in many ways and simultaneously pleasured it. Aruna 's body and beware both got addicted to his technique of botheration followed by pleasure with increasing intensity.

He was the dominant and she was the submissive. For the beginning time in her life, she stopped trying to overlook and became a submissive willingly. It was an unbelievable theatrical role blow which she both hated and loved.

When she was back in her city and her circles, she became even more of a dominant ( and a bitch ) as if to recompense for that one month of function reversal.

When she fell in passion with Sekhar it was genuine. She felt immense love for him and truly wanted to share her life with him. Everything changed with the first gear night of their honeymoon. Suddenly, her uncle appeared in her mind and dominated her thoughts.

Sekhar was everything that Bhaskar was not ! That was the real problem

His blue-blooded approach to sleep together qualification, contrasted totally with the roughly handling and abuse by her uncle.

To the tamper mind of Aruna her uncle was the benchmark for sex

poor Sekhar, unaware of her percept, fell far short on that count. Thus started his woe ! And each loser compounded the problem.

This was what led to the unsuccessful person of their wedlock and their eventual separation.

Once Smita left, Sekhar 's life returned to its convention bit of study during the day and lonely nights wherein he rued his ill luck in marriage, his legal separation from Aruna and liveliness in general. Often, he would think about those two wonderful nights during which his Sister provided solace to him.

Sudha noted that her son had slipped back into a form of slump and she was worried. She spoke about it to Smita during one of their day-to-day telephony calls.

'' He looked much skilful when you were here, Smita ! Now he is back to his depression and I am worried. '' Her mother sounded very concerned.

If only you knew what I did to him, mom, Smita thought warily ! No way could she tell her mother that directly ! But, Smita knew her mother was an intelligent and caring person. May be she could suggest matter to her without admitting anything and guide her mother ! It was worth a try, she thought.

'' Mom, that was because when I was there, I took good care of him. You know he was depressed about his detachment and was feeling very lonely. So, I gave him my society. ``

'' I am also trying to talk to him but he does n't allow any conversation for too long. '' Her mom replied.

'' I am not talking of conversations alone, mom. I thought it best not to allow him to be lonely, even at night and dwell on things, '' Smita said, hesitantly.

'' You mean you asked him to log Z's in your bed ? '' Her mother sounded very surprised.

'' Yes, mom, the poor guy was having incubus and he needed to be comforted. '' She laid a minuscule emphasis on the word 'comforted'.

She heard the quick intake of her mother 's hint. A secretiveness followed.

'' Mom, you do realize that you and I are the only women in his life now, do n't you ? He has no one else to turn to. Sekhar is still like a child in many mode. When a kid is ailing we have to take good care of him right ? '' She kept on.

'' Very true '' Her mother answered, softly.

'' So, I comforted him mom. He slept in my bed and when he had those nightmares I held him in my bosom and comforted him. '' There it is ! At last, she told her female parent what was needed.

'' You should also try and do the Lapplander, mom, whenever possible. We have to adopt care of him. He has no one else. '' She finished speaking.

'' You are veracious. He is my child and I will drive care of him. I have to. '' Her mom answered her softly and ended the call.

It was easier said than done. Sudha thought about the trouble. She and Kumar always slept together in the lord Bedroom. These days they hardly ever made love. But they shared the bed out of wont and for mutual consolation. She can never go and slumber in Sekhar 's bed. Her husband would ridicule her and never permit that.

The solution came in the form of a one week training course of study for officeholder of his banking concern in Delhi which Kumar was asked to assist. Here was a chance for her to be alone with her son at home and comforter him. But, did she dare to ! How could she take herself to play that role ! Sudha was indeed confused.

On their first evening alone, after dinner, they sat in the living way on the couch and watched the TV. Sekhar watched a news television channel for few bit and then asked his female parent. `` Do you need to watch anything special mom ?

'' Let us have some music, Sekhar. ``

He switched the TV channel and stopped at a music channel that played Bollywood Hindi vocal and adjusted the volume to a low. They sat quietly for a while.

'' How is your new job and body of work ? '' Sudha asked him.

'' It is delicately, mom. No job. ''

Again quiet reigned for a while.

On the TV a song was playing showing a kid celebrating his birthday with his parents and champion. It brought a grin to her face. Sekhar looked at her, questioningly.

'' I am reminded of you and Smita as small fry. '' She laughed.

'' Mom, you must give had a tough time with the two of us. '' He said smiling.

'' Indeed ! It was pretty tough. It was your father 's mind for us to sustain two kids in warm ecological succession and then intercept. He said that though it would be sturdy for a few years, both of you would grow up together and it would be lot well-situated later. ``

'' But initially it must have been very tough for you, mom. '' He said fondly.

'' Yes Sekhar. Smita was just one when you were born. It was more like bringing up Gemini. For example, I had to feed you both and it was a tough job when both of you were hungry at the same fourth dimension. '' She smiled as she recollected.

Sekhar felt an agitation as his female parent mentioned feeding. Next instant, he felt ashamed at getting excited.

'' There were meter when your sister would n't let go and you cried out loud for milk and I had to care both of you little hellion. Luckily, I had sufficiency Milk River for both of you. '' She smiled.

'' But, Smita was mostly prompt and less demanding. You ! You were a regular monster ! ''

Sekhar felt a strange feeling of love well up for his mother and moved close-fitting to her. She took his script in hers and caressed it lovingly.

'' Yes, you were a picayune devil and you would n't leave me alone even after you had your fill. ''

Sudha did n't feel uncomfortable telling her grown up son about this. On the opposite, she was a little excited. She pressed his palm tree gently.

'' What did I do mom ? '' he asked, excited.

'' You would terminate feeding but sleep in that berth and if I moved away, you would wake up and cry. '' Sudha did n't smile now and her spokesperson shook a minuscule. She held his paw a little tighter.

'' I slept like that, mom ? '' his hand gently squeezed her.

'' Yes. By the time Smita was two we switched over to bottled milk for her. But you devil, you never stopped ... even when there was no milk. It took yr for you to get over that use. ''

'' You mean I loved to sleep with tit in my mouth even without milk ! Incredible ! '' He said looking at her full boob, his excitement mounting.

Sudha felt his eyes wandering on her breast and she felt her pap hardening and blushed.

'' Not just that. Even without milk, you loved sucking them. You did that for a prospicient time '' She felt a chill saying that.

Through the thin material of her blouse, he could see her mamilla hardening. His own reactions were desegregate. He felt very excited with mounting passionateness. At the same clock time his sense of right and wrong gnawed at him with guilt.

They were reprieved by the shrill ringing of the telephone bell. Sudha answered the phone. It was Kumar calling from Delhi. Sekhar left quietly for his room. By the time Sudha finished with the call, the Light Within were off in his room. Sudha finished the few pending chore and retired to her own bed about fifteen transactions later.

She could n't catch some Z's right away. As she recapitulated the outcome of the evening, she felt strangely excited and disturbed. Did she really talk to her grown up son about his penchant for sucking her nipple in his childhood ! Oh my god ! How he looked at her boobs and how her nipples hardened. She was sure he noticed them too.

Without really meaning to her hands went to her blouse and unhooked it. Her replete knocker, still shapely and attractive, bounced when released. She felt her fingers go to the nipples which lengthened and hardened at her touch. Shutting her eyes she let her digit massage them.

Her boobs have not been touched by a man for long ... her husband hardly interested in sex these days. They yearned for a male touch and beloved. Slowly she drifted into sleep.

In his bed, Sekhar too thought of the eventide 's hullabaloo. What his mom said was innocent enough. But then, why did it excite him so much. Was there a sexual undertone or was it a figment of his imagination ? The set of her mamilla was very visible and that was not opine !

The thought of her heavy teat possessed his mind ... took control. Then, he thought of sucking those nipples ... not as a child feeding in the past but as a man sexually aroused ! The trope was so titillating and powerful that he masturbated immediately seeking a release for his pent up passion.

The next day, after Sekhar left work and she finished her house servant task, Sudha sat for a piece gathering her persuasion. What had happened final nighttime was sort of confusing and she needed to psychoanalyse it. There was no doubt that she started the conversation innocently enough. She wanted to pursue him and talked of what came to her mind first.

But, as the conversation progressed, it had acquired a sexual undercurrent. The beauty was that it came in so naturally and was accepted by both of them. Was it at their witting level or sub-conscious level ? Whatever it was, it was certainly not a figment of her imagination. Her nipples hardened and became so tender. And her son cast thirsty looks of lust at them.

May be this was what Smita 's telephone set public lecture was all about. She talked of providing her piteous brother comfort. Did Smita grant him access to her boobs and did Sekhar fondle them ! She ca n't ask her daughter about it but she had a feeling that they both did indulge in some strong-arm contact.

That was zilch suddenly of incest and it was a taboo ; forbidden by their society. The very thought should have shocked her.

But, Sudha was shocked that she was not appalled ! !

Her son was in a sad res publica and depression. His welfare was more important than sensed sins or social taboo. After all, as Smita rightly said, they were the only women in his barren life now.

If providing comfort to her son involves indulging in incestuous intellection and practice so be it, Sudha thought.

That Night they sat together again in the living room in front of the TV. As Sekhar watched the news, Sudha called her husband on phone and talked for a few hour to tell him all was well. After the call she returned to her piazza on the sofa next to her son.

While his mom talked to his dad, Sekhar observed her from the slope, unobtrusively. His mother was dressed in light cream colored sari and a white blouse. Her blouse material was very cut and he could see that she was bra LE. Her boob were full and shapely and he could see them, quite clearly, through the transparent blouse. Even the tip of her nipple were prominent.

The urge to touch those grand knocker and provender on them had intensified in Sekhar beyond belief. altogether day, his thoughts returned to them, time and again. He knew that it was wrong to even reckon in these lines but he was helpless. Such is the magnate of lust on normal human race !

'' So, how was your day, Sekhar ? ``

'' It was okay mom, not too a lot employment pressure right now. '' He replied.

'' Good. So did you think of domicile and me ? '' She asked, smiling.

'' Many multiplication, mom and to a greater extent than you know. ''

He was seated to her left. She took his flop bridge player in both her hired hand and started caressing it tenderly.

'' evidence me about it, Sekhar. ``

'' I love you, mom. I love you very much. '' He answered gently squeezing her hand.

'' I love you a lot too, son. Mom loves you always. '' She returned his squeeze.

He moved a little closer to her and his leave thigh touched her right on thigh. Through the thinly sari he felt the fondness and softness of her thigh. Her proximity was overpowering. He bent his question slightly and in a side on position rested his go away cheek on her rightfulness shoulder.

Sudha felt her son 's stalk titillation her collar.

He whispered into her ear, `` I love you mom. I am yours always. ``

Sudha was overwhelmed by his want and felt her fondness swelling with erotic love for her son ; her baby.

She lifted his right hand and placed its medallion squarely on her left breast.

Sekhar was absolutely beguiled as he felt a shiver run through him. His lovely mom offered him her boob ... the objective of his desire and lust.

He gently squeezed her boob. The intuitive feeling was heavenly but the tit was too big for his palm. He brought both hands to it and squeezed it, a little harder. A sigh escaped from Sudha.

Sekhar 's face moved fractionally and his lips found her throat and gently kissed it. Unknown to him, it was one of Sudha 's erotically raw zones and Sekhar hit the billet, right on. His thirsty hands pushed away her sari from her blouse and chest.

Her wide breasts ensconced in the thin Andrew D. White blouse with the one-half moons spilling over the top of her blouse were very sexy. Sekhar 's hand rushed to the bare half moons to get the feel of their softness, warmth and tenseness. It was a heavenly tactual sensation for him.

With somewhat of a shock, Sudha realized that the hands fondling her tit were manly and demanding, as were the lips kissing her throat. This was not a baby but a man hungry for her body and its dear. Sudha felt her own luxuria stirring, in spite of herself. Just as he wanted more, her organic structure too wanted more.

With her own hands she unhooked her blouse, turned partly to her go forth and offered her naked breasts in all their gloriole to her son. Grateful to his mother for her heavenly gift, Sekhar 's hands took passionate possession of them.

He found her big and engorged tit extremely attractive and pinched them lightly between his thumb and index finger. His quarter round caressed the tip of his mom 's nipple with a lot of love. His other hand was meddlesome fondling the former boob. Sudha moaned softly as joy and pain sensation shot through her.

Oh God ! What was Sekhar doing to her old knocker ! They were so raw to his touch and tease and she felt love and rage in his touch ; the sort of feeling she had almost forgotten. He loves my boobs and he is making me feel like a Young, worthy charwoman, once again, she thought ! She wanted him to do Sir Thomas More to her bouncy and full tits.

Holding his mind from behind gently with her hands, Sudha pulled her son to her heaving and defenseless bosom. His hot oral cavity sought and found its butt ... her right nipple and his back talk clamped on to it even as his tongue licked it and the surrounding gloriole. As his playful spit wet it fast, her tit grew even bigger into his athirst and wet lips.

Then he sucked ! ! He sucked his mom 's tit as if he wanted to compensate for all those year she kept him away from them ! ! He sucked it with a great fervor and avarice. With each suck of her tit, Sudha felt juices rush and menses in her thirsty bitch. As if in reflex, her legs opened wider. Sensing this, without thinking, Sekhar dropped his right deal on to her lap.

Sudha was aghast but helpless. Her scruples shouted a loud 'stop'but her body begged for more. Before she could really make up her head, his palm found her heap covered in all those layers of article of clothing and protected in her damp step-in. With youthful exuberance and mounting rage his ribbon squeezed his mother 's pussy.

That act of self-will was the proverbial last straw. Sudha 's own mitt groped and found her son 's legs and the big tent in his jammies. Greedily, she grabbed her son 's intemperately putz. Without meaning to, she compared instantly her son 's big, pulsating blooper to her husband 's ripening, semi hard, smaller cock.

Blind with raw rage, Sekhar kept squeezing his mom 's juicy pussy while sucking hard at her tit. Sudha stroked his hard tool furiously. When the dam burst, it literally flooded both of them and they came with whimpers, groan and cries. Sudha fell on her back on the couch and her son 's promontory rested on her bosom.

She was the number 1 to recover. When she looked at her son, she could see the offset of guilt as he lowered his centre. No son, that should n't happen, I wo n't allow that to bechance, she told herself. We both are in this and we are going to enjoy this without any guiltiness !

'' Oh, Lord ! Did I need that ! I loved every bit of it. Hope you liked what I did, Sekhar ? '' She was positively glowing.

'' Oh mom, you are incredible ! It was unbelievably good ! ``

'' Let us clean up first, change and get back, Sekhar. '' With that she left for her bedroom.

It was a full fifteen minute later that Sudha returned to the aliveness elbow room. She was dressed in a pinkish nightie with maroon blossom and looked very adorable and lively. Sekhar changed to short and T shirt.

Sudha hugged her son and his limb went around her. Their bodies molded into each other and there was nothing matronly about that hug. She loved the bulge that rubbed against her fork and he loved the big breasts that squashed against his chest. His left deal rested on the small of her rachis and his right hand roamed on her big, lovely ass.

'' eternal rest in my bed, Mom, please ! '' He pleaded.

'' Sure son. But you will heed to mom and do only what mom wants. call me that, Sekhar ! '' She said with a bit of seriousness.

'' Yes mom. I will do as you say, whatever you say. '' He was very eager to get going !

They walked together to his bed room.

Sekhar switched off the main lamp and the Night lamp was on. Sudha settled down comfortably on her son 's bed and Sekhar joined her on her left side. They both assumed a side on attitude facing each other.

Sudha caressed his cheek gently, his stubble tickling her soft hand and ruffled his whisker fondly with her former hand. Sekhar moved his face close to his mother 's ; very close.

'' May I kiss you, mom ? '' He whispered softly.

Sudha moved her headway fractionally closer so that their brim brushed each other.

His thirsty mouth came down on his mother 's concession, wet rim and hot mouth. He kissed her with a lot of passion and love.

When a man and woman kiss full on the brim, everything else is forgotten. Does n't weigh what their relationship is, it is orthogonal. While kissing passionately they are just a man and woman stroking each other 's sexual desires and fires. They are reduced to a very staple and fundamental equating of the existence !

After a couple of minutes they broke off.

'' Enough for the night, Baby ! Let us sleep. You have to go to work in the morning. ``

So saying, Sudha pulled her son 's head to her titty in a maternal gesture, offering him great comfort. Pillowed upon his mother 's copious bosom, Sekhar drifted into a sound sleep.

Several hours later, Sudha woke up. It took her a few indorsement to recognise where she was. She was flat on her cover. Her son lay on her provide side, his compensate boldness resting on her go out tit, his go away leg thrown across her tummy and his semi hard cock poking her side. He was legal asleep and his mother sighed contentedly and she too returned to sleep.

Next day Sekhar left for body of work in dependable sunshine, kissing his mother on her cheek before leaving. During the day, Sudha 's intellection returned to the night 's events again and again. She knew that they had crossed a door. mother and son have now entered the foreclose dominion and this was a one way street. You just can not go back ; only forward.

As the More older member in this relationship, it was for her to control how far ahead they went and how fast, she thought. That she would indulge in incest, let alone even think about it, was unthinkable, in her past. But, that was the way of life ; throwing surprise and making the unexpected happen !

To err is Lord ... has n't she read somewhere ! An titillating story by that name, by someone called touchmate ! ! Yes, it certainly was cleric so far !

That evening, after dinner party, mother and son sat down on the sofa in movement of TV. Both were unsounded, lost in their opinion.

'' What are you thinking about, Sekhar ? '' She asked him.

'' Oh ! mom ! '' He actually blushed.

'' Come on, son ! No enigma from me now. '' She said teasing him.

'' I am embarrassed to order you mom ... ''

'' Come closer and rustling in my ear, Sekhar ! '' She continued the tease.

He moved close to her and rested his Chin on her shoulder.

'' I am thirsty for my feed in bed, mom, '' he whispered.

'' You are still like the little the Tempter you were ! '' She said playfully.

Without farther delay, they got up, switched off the TV and sparkle and moved to his bed room. Once inside he hugged his mother tightly and a very light moan escaped her.

Sekhar 's thought of goose egg but the bare breast, naked thighs and the mound of his mother the totally day. Sudha 's view returned time and again to the fondling and sucking of her breast by her son, his ribbon on her kitty-cat and her deal pumping his big, hard cock. Thus, both were pretty charged up by the evening.

So, when they hugged, there was a signified of urgency in the act that got communicated between the female parent and her son. Sekhar tightened his arms around her, his left palm resting on her smooth out upper binding and his right ribbon resting squarely on her smoothen waist, his fingerbreadth lightly digging in. Sudha held her son in equally plastered embrace, enjoying the sensation of her full-of-the-moon tit getting squashed against his panoptic, strong chest.

In such tight bosom, they started kissing hard. Sekhar was the first to start, finding his mother 's lower lip with his hungry lips and sucking at it eagerly. To him it tasted like a popsicle ; Henry Sweet and juicy ! He pulled in Sir Thomas More of her lip into his mouth and sucked with big hunger.

Sudha was in heaven. It had been several years since her husband kissed her full on the rima oris. Even when he did, she was always turned off by his stag party 's lips and the tasting & sense of smell of tobacco ! For the first time, she was now being kissed by a non smoking untested man whose mouth was both fresh and athirst. It was so good and different ! !

She reacted by kissing him back ! She slipped her tongue into his hungry mouth and made contact with his tongue. Their tongues touched, withdrew and touched again in promptly taking over and started playing with each other. Then, her clapper started exploring his hot, wet mouth.

Sudha felt her son loosening his embrace a short. Even as she wondered why, she felt his paw between them pulling her sari away from her blouse and unfurling it. As it dropped in a good deal at her feet, she felt his finger unhooking her blouse. Sudha did not have a bra underneath and Sekhar 's hands quickly grabbed her full tit with both hands.

Sudha responded by tugging at his T shirt and Sekhar understood and quickly pulled it off. Sudha hugged her son tightly again and as her full phase of the moon and raw titty squashed against his severe and hairy chest, she moaned loudly. Her nipples which had already grown hard and erect loved the sentiency of his chest whisker caressing them.

Moving together, they inched towards the bed. Sudha loosened her implements of war and sat on the edge of the bed, her full phase of the moon tit heaving with passion. In that sitting billet, she pulled her son close. Sekhar was dressed in white shorts and there was a big hump which was now in level with her face.

Next bit, the bulge made a contact with her face. Sudha 's hired man grabbed his shorts, tugged at the flexible ring and pulled them down his thighs. Her son was clad now in just a blue Jockey underclothing which had a big tent in front. Her manus grabbed his fully set up and sway surd pole frame in the front and brought her own face against it.

Sekhar 's hand grabbed his mother 's chief from the sides and pulled it towards him. Sudha slipped her fingers into the pliable band of his underwear and eased it off his organic structure, pulling it down and releasing his highly agitated, young dick. As it sprang free and hit his mother 's human face on her left cheek, it was Sekhar 's turn of events to moan aloud.

Sudha 's hands went to work with love and urgency. With her go out palm she cupped his medium sized Ball and with her right hand she gripped the base of his laborious penis. She looked at his pink helmet lovingly for a few irregular. She could clearly see the tiny slit at the tip and a small-scale trickle of pasty pre cum.

Lovingly, she rubbed his cock head all over her own beautiful fount. As the hot rod rubbed her nerve and chin, they both felt their lecherousness mounting up. Next second, Sudha 's full backtalk made their inaugural liaison with her son 's turncock. She moved her head slowly, in such fashion that his stopcock head rubbed along the full length of her wet lips. Then her mouth closed around it.

Sekhar shivered when he felt his mother 's tongue lick the total surface of his helmet lovingly. Then her tongue advanced a picayune and lapped at its rim and the hide. Sudha took a little of his hard cock into her sassing and sucked at it with a lot of passion. She adored absolutely the flavour of his grueling, hot, immature putz in her mouth and sucked it greedily.

He was flying. Even in his wildest dreaming he never imagined this. This was the first fourth dimension in his life that he experienced the pleasance of having his stopcock sucked. That it was his own beautiful mother 's oral cavity that was sucking his prick had, indeed, doubled the delight. Overcome with passion, he grabbed his female parent 's jet black whisker and pushed more of his rooster into her hot, yielding mouth.

Sudha choked for a second, struggle and pushed him away from her lip. She took a deep breath and said, `` Do n't pop off me, Sekhar. Let me do it properly, okay ? ``

property him by his pie-eyed flanks and butt, Sudha opened her wet mouth blanket and slowly took in most of his tough cock into her mouth. She held the sleep of the cock remaining outside her sass in a cockeyed grip of her fist and started sucking in rightfulness earnest. She moved it all over the interior of her mouth, licked it with her tongue and sucked it. At some point his helmet rubbed against her palate too.

Sekhar 's hands caressed his female parent 's hair and neck as he soared higher and higher into the welkin. Without his realizing it, his mother took the total duration of his satiate cock into her very wet, hot, passionate back talk and sucked with raw passion. His helmet was at the entrance to her throat and as she sucked, there was only one thought in her mind.

If her son 's rooster felt so expert in her mouth, how much more heavenly would it finger in her hot, horny cunt. Just the mere mentation of his hard phallus in her cunt made Sudha dizzy with desire and set off flyspeck spasm in her.

Young Sekhar was also in a tour. His female parent is incredible, he thought, as she sucked his dick with such passion. He could feel his own explosion approaching fast. He was making sounds that were moan and suspiration and felt as if his full blood supplying was rushing into his private parts. It was a roller coaster ride and suddenly he felt the free gloaming, down a very usurious incline, the ground rushing at him.

Next moment he ejaculated shouting a, `` Aaaahaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa ... ''

Sudha felt the jet of hot sperm shooting into her mouth and into her throat. In all her geezerhood of man and wife, she never experienced anything remotely resembling this sensation. Though she had sucked her husband a few fourth dimension, it was nothing like this at all. What amazed and pleased her immensely was the sperm her son pellet into her oral cavity ... the quantity and tone ! The hot cum tasted yummy and the hot jet surprised her.

When he was totally spent, she sucked away the terminal drop from his now half hard penis and released him. Sekhar moved away from his mother and fell on to the bed, totally fagged. Sudha stood up and went to the bathroom. When she shut the room access behind her, the first thing she did was to look at her own image in the mirror above the airstream basin.

Her hair was disheveled, her cheeks were slightly puffed and there were very weak bruises on her dope. At the quoin of her mouth there were low traces of her son 's cum. Sudha liked what she did and what she saw ; liked it immensely. She cleaned up and went back to the bed with a clean towel.

Her son was stretched out on the bed, totally relaxed and naked. She threw the towel to him to clean up and slipped side by side to him on the bed.

Sekhar immediately turned on his side and kissed his mother on her cheeks.

Sudha turned slightly away and offered him her mouth.

'' Do n't you want to know how you taste ? '' She smiled at him.

He kissed her knockout and deep.

When he released her, he said, '' Yak, It tastes comic. ``

'' Not funny, it is yummy. '' She smiled again.

They drifted into sleep.

Sometime later, Sudha woke up with a first. The night lamplight was on and the light source was dim.

As her optic got adjusted, she saw her son sitting at her legs. With a thrill, she realized that he managed to off her underskirt. His font was against her thighs and he was kissing and licking them. His mouth was inching up towards her crotch.

She feigned sleep and remained still. Sekhar 's mouth reached her panties clad mound now and he slowly put his face on it.

Sekhar experienced a tremendous thrill as his face gently rubbed itself against his mother 's panties covered cunt. He felt the damp bush of her pubic hair covering her cunt. He could see tufts of her pubic hair through the sides of her panties. He then smelt her cunt. It was a firm smell, not very nice but strangely intoxicating. He also felt heat ; heat emanating from her snatch and radiating through the panties.

He brought his lip down and kissed the damp and wet panties.

Sudha opened her leg a little wider, involuntarily. When Sekhar inserted his finger's breadth into the banding of her dampness pantie and started pulling them down, she lifted her ass lightly to help him. He pulled her panties down and contrive them away.

Next minute, he rubbed his typeface against her hairy cunt and kissed it.

Sudha had a black bush of pubic pilus whose shaving off was delinquent. Sekhar reached for it with both work force and found her prohibited sassing. With a thumb on each lip, he gently pried them apart, even as Sudha opened her legs wider. For the first-class honours degree metre, her pink wet inner sass revealed themselves to him.

He bent his head to the initiative and kissed her open slit and inner rim. Sudha shivered a little with pleasure and anticipation. It was then that he let his tongue flit into her cunt for the first off sentence. He tasted his mother 's bitch with a relish. It was like tasting a sour clear soup. It was a strange, bitingly gratifying preference. His tongue went right in and lapped up her cunt.

Sudha 's response was flying and stiff. Her hands reached out for his head and pulled it harder against her delta. She spread her thighs encompassing so that her twat could open itself completely to her son. She lifted her ass a little more so that her pitcher could push harder against his face.

Excited by his mother 's response, Sekhar pushed himself against her slit and applied his mouth and clapper in right earnest. He started eating her Delicious, hot, juicy cunt. This was so dear and so sex as compared to when he did this to his wife Aruna ! Then it was a command from her and a chore ... a task he performed without enjoying it.

Here, with his lovely female parent, this was sexual love and lust, passion and desire, all combined into a wise mix. Sudha was in sphere. It was ages since she had experienced anything like this ! ! Her hunger, which was suppressed for a foresightful metre, had surfaced again now. And it was being fed by none early than her vernal, potent son in a most keen fashion !

Feeling the beginning of a big sexual climax, Sudha started humping her son 's face and mouth with her cunt, her pelvic girdle raising and falling steadily. In just a couple of minutes, Sudha had her big climax in a tenacious time and her juices literally flooded her cunt. She gently pushed her son 's face away from her cunt.

Sekhar felt, instinctively, that his female parent was not completely done yet. His right palm reached for her swollen snatch and squeezed it gently near the slit while his left hand rubbed the component part above the slit and the vaginal folds there. He slipped his right forefinger into her very wet and hot cunt and started wiggling it.

For the 1st time, he felt the size of his mother 's puss and confidently slipped in his mediate digit too. Sekhar had long and shapely fingerbreadth of medium thickness and covered with sinister hairsbreadth. Sudha was now dizzy again with her son 's finger fully into her horny cunt and doing wonderment to it.

'' Yes ! Sekhar ! Yes ! motility them fast ; make a motion them all around mama 's cunt. Make me cum ! ! ``

Her words were the result of raw passion and long suppressed motive. She was in frenzy and her son 's magical fingerbreadth took her to yet another volatile orgasm in flying succession.

'' Aahaaaaaa abbaaaaaa ... ''

His mother 's whimpering was music to his ears.

Totally spent, mother and son fell into each other 's loose embracement and into deep sleep.

Let me take you back to Aruna.

While Sekhar 's sister and female parent came to his delivery and started taking 'good forethought'of his forcible and excited needs, with Aruna thing were different.

Once they separated, Aruna immersed herself totally in her master study. At the office, she started putting in long hours and some immobile and smartness work. This, coupled with her technical competency, ensured that her work was completed ahead of schedule while meeting all the quality norms. She quickly made a epithet for herself.

There was only one problem. She hardly got on well with anyone. She was not a good team player but a lone hand. In IT sphere, most company work through teams. Aruna 's bitchiness and arrogance and her disposition to dominate were a big problem for her peers and boss. She was often shifted from squad to squad as her honcho were loathe to letting her go.

At plate, her parents apprehensive about her future. All communicating between Sekhar and Aruna, and also between their home, broke down totally. And no one in their family or Friend band volunteered to liaise or help. The chance of a divorce were looming large. As Aruna spent more and more prison term at work, her parents got more and more worried.

At the federal agency, the top direction finally came to the conclusion that Aruna was not suitable for squad employment. They posted her as a special assistant to the Director ( customer Services ) - forty three class old Gopal Krishna, known to everyone by his short epithet Gopi. Brilliant computer technologist who excelled in job solving & trouble shot ; Gopi was also known for his eccentricities.

It was indeed a forwarding in terminus of pay and perk and Aruna looked at it as a new challenge. She was thrilled by the prospect of interaction with several big clients and also possible grant abroad. Her parents were happy that she was at least doing well in her master life.

After she reported to Gopi, he asked her to carefully go through all the customer ill of the past tense six months, carry out a detail depth psychology and make a report giving her testimonial for improvement. He asked her to submit the account on Fri morning, three 24-hour interval away.

Aruna worked hard, day and nighttime, and had the report ready on her Boss 's desk by Thursday morning time ; twenty four hours ahead. So, when her political boss called her on the intercom to come up down to his cabin, she went expecting high praise.

'' What is the problem with you ? Ca n't you understand simple English ? Do you not bang what day of the hebdomad is today ? '' He was harsh and scowling.

'' I worked hard to fill out it and submit it ahead of time. '' She sounded angry, even to herself.

'' Respect ! ! I am your senior and your boss. You would address me 'sir'. I do n't give a poop about all that offset public figure BS of HR, Okay ? '' He was cheap, rude and angry.

'' I am dingy, Sir, '' she mumbled.

'' You thought you would print me by submitting your crap report ahead of clock time ? '' He was mocking her now.

Aruna felt as if she were slapped. This was the first clock time that someone at the office treated her so badly. Her face flushed and bust flooded her eyes with rage. She wanted to shout back. But she knew he was big shot, a theater director. He can kick her out in a jiffy and the final thing she wanted now was to fall behind her job.

So, she kept her straits bowed down and silent.

'' Okay ! I will let go this time. shit indisputable that from now on, you follow my education precisely. You can impress me only by doing that. Is that sack ? '' He sounded ominous.

She kept mum and nodded her forefront slightly.

'' I asked you a question. I want to hear the answer. Are you dumb, girl ? `` He thundered.

It was like a whiplash for her ! Usage of that word 'girl'so derisively to address her exactly like her Uncle ! ! It took her a few seconds to react.

'' Yes Sir ! It is clear to me. I will keep an eye on your statement meticulously. '' She answered in a gain, soft and subservient tone.

'' okay ! Go now. ``

When she returned to her cabin, it took her a few minutes to recover her cool. Her inaugural reaction was to curse her luck for ending up with this dinosaur at the bureau. God ! How he hurt her and treated her like dirt ! Called her theme a bull report without even glancing at it ! He is a fucking idiot that is what he is, she thought ! A typical prehistoric MCP !

But, wait a endorsement ! When he addressed her 'girl'in that jeering way, he reminded her of her Uncle. For a few minute there, she felt the pain and the thrill. It was almost like being with uncle ! Come to think of it, even physically, Gopi was a lot like her uncle. Tall, well built, dominating personality, very aggressive ! Her anger died down quickly.

An 60 minutes later, he summoned her to his cabin again. She was shit scared. She thought he would peck a lot of holes in her story, make some Sir Thomas More disparaging remark and trash her report.

She walked in apprehensively.

'' Sit down Aruna. '' His voice was gentle.

She sat down, still on her guard.

'' You have done a bazaar job and your report is well written. ``

'' Thank you, sir, '' she said in a clear, elated tone.

'' There are a couple of country where you could induce done better. '' He went on to excuse the surface area and how she could receive done better.

Aruna was strike ! Her foreman was powerful ! She should take in thought of those affair too !

'' hold back doing such good work and we will get along mulct. okeh girl ? ``

There again ! ! That same form of addressing - 'girl'!

But now, she blushed as she said, `` Yes, Sir ! ``

At the end of her first encounter with her boss, Aruna experienced both pain and pleasure ... after a long time ! !

Over the next calendar month, Aruna immersed herself totally in piece of work. Her work life was like a Roller Coaster ride ; thanks to her highly unpredictable genus Bos ! She was down in dumps & up flying senior high school ... all in a day 's work. The highlight of the month was the 'Big Party'.

One of their top customer from USA had visited them. The visitant comprised of three very senior executives. During their three day sojourn, there were some encounter which her Boss attended. Aruna was both frighten and pleased when her chief asked her to companion him to those meetings. She was one of the very few Jnr who were asked to attend those confluence. This pleased her a great deal.

On the last day of the sojourn, her company hosted a dinner party for the visiting VIP at a 5-star hotel. That afternoon, Gopi called her to his cabin and asked her to serve the dinner. Aruna was really thrilled.

'' These are foreigners and they love to see things Indian. Dress yourself well in a sari and blouse, little girl, okay ? '' It was more a command than a request.

'' Yes Sir. '' Aruna wondered how she was going to manage. She called her mom on phone and sought her help.

The dinner party that evening went off well. The visitors had signed a big deal with Aruna 's party earlier and everyone was happy. Aruna dressed well in a lite pink embroidered saree with a lovely matching blouse. She wore her sari low revealing her beautifully round navel and accentuating her slim waistline and stiff butt.

All had a deglutition too many and there was a bit of lingua loosening. Gopi was in an expansive mood and spoke well of Aruna in the comportment of the former Directors.

It was almost midnight by the time the party was over and Gopi offered to put down off Aruna which she gladly accepted. They sat in the well-to-do back seat of his luxuriousness car and Aruna gave the driver directions to her place.

'' It was a commodity party. I am glad it went off well. Did you like it, girl ? '' Gopi did sound satisfied.

'' Yes Sir. I am very happy and thank you, sir. '' She replied sincerely.

'' It is o.k. girlfriend. You will go places. '' As he said that he just patted her on her thigh.

It was a simple, harmless gesture.

But two things made it special for Aruna. It was their first physical middleman and his big deal patting her second joint sent a frisson through her.

But, what was more important and substantial - the paw stayed there. Yes ! His big palm stayed on her warm second joint and did n't leave it. Aruna was very much aware of this and she literally held her breath waiting for the next move.

His big palm just gripped her warm, smooth young thigh ! Gripped it ! His fingers dug into its blurriness ! It hurt her and she winced but did n't make any auditory sensation for reverence of attracting the number one wood 's attending. Next instant, he let her go.

During the succeeding one week memory of that party and that car ride back home lingered on in her thinker. It was also during the workweek that Aruna made efforts, discretely, and gleaned some information about her boss.

Gopi was 44 class old and a highly qualified figurer master ; excelling in both hardware and software. He was married to Lalitha, a in force looking, well educated and socialite woman. Being the only girl of her flush parents, Lalitha was full-bodied in her own right. She was a well known socialite spending her time equally on art and charities.

They have a 14 year old son. Aruna had also heard on the grapevine that Gopi and his wife drifted apart in the last few years and all was not well with their marriage. She also heard that Lalitha had put her foot down firmly against a separation and they agreed to have a bun in the oven on the pretence of a happy marriage.

When she came to know these detail Aruna felt sad for her knob. Despite all his macho image and bluster, he too was suffering from a failed marriage like her ! Aruna empathized with him. She wondered if her party boss knew about her own plight. Probably not ! She was too diminished a fry in his existence !

A few Clarence Shepard Day Jr. later Gopi called her to his cabin.

'' Have you heard of GAC ? '' He barked at her.

She had only heard the name vaguely and said so.

'' They are a big, California based society. Read up everything you can about them. We are going there succeeding week. We will be away for a calendar month or so. Get in signature with HR & Admin for the logistics. '' He dismissed her with a wave of his hand.

It only sank in when Aruna returned to her desk.

She was going abroad ! She was going to the US of A ! ! She was being sent there by her troupe ! Wait a minute ! What were her Boss 's demand words ! !

'' We are going there side by side hebdomad. ''

That 's it. Her boss and she were going to USA together and for a month !

Aruna was both scared and elated. Here was her big chance to grow professionally. But, for a month, she has to subsist her unpredictable honcho and his eccentricities. first base thing first ! Aruna rushed to the HR department for the logistics.

At family her parents were happy for her. Here was something to celebrate and take her nous away from her miscarry matrimony !

Ten days later, Gopi and Aruna landed at the SFO airport. To Aruna everything about America was amazing. She fell in beloved with the beautiful & renowned Golden gate bridge and the breathing space taking scene of the Bay from there.

Her ship's company owned a squeamish 4 bedroom house a few miles north of the Golden gate. This was used by the company executives whenever they visited the Bay area. A Mexican family took caution of the weekly cleaning and maintenance of the house.

Gopi was familiar with the blank space and surroundings, having visited many times earlier. When they arrived there on a Sunday morn they were glad to see that everything was cleaned up and spick and brace. The electric refrigerator was stocked with milk, yoghourt, eggs, butter, jams & gelatin etc. In the pantry they found four different assortment of cereal grass and fresh wampum - Theodore Harold White and brown and other assorted items.

The caretaker had left a banknote saying that they were the solely guests and indicated which sleeping accommodation were made ready for them. Their bed elbow room were on the low gear trading floor and contiguous to each early. Gopi took the slightly bigger room and Aruna the adjacent one. They went down, had a warm breakfast of bollock, pledge and cereal. They were both tired after the farseeing journey.

'' Let us charm up with a few hours sleep and wake up by lunch prison term. '' Gopi said and they went to their respective rooms.

The first calendar week in USA literally left Aruna breathless. The work at the client 's post was very challenging. Her respect for her party boss had gone up by several notches after seeing him in action. His analytical and problem solving skill were bewilder and Aruna simply marveled at him. She worked hard and for long 60 minutes at whatever she was asked to do by her boss.

Finally It was Friday evening & they returned home.

'' Get ready, girl. We will go out and you can see a bit of 'Frisco. '' His words were music to her ears.

Gopi drove his caller 's Lexus with relief and took her around on a movement. Aruna had her first feel at the big city by night. After an hour 's driving around, they went to a cosy Red Indian eating house. They had opulent due north Indian dinner party and ate it with red wine. Aruna was literally famished and so ate and imbibe a little more than her normal quota.

After dinner they walked around for a while enjoying the sights of the big city. Finally, they returned to their home around midnight.

They sat down in the bread and butter room ; Gopi on the big lounge and Aruna on an easy hot seat.

'' It is time for a nightcap. There is a bottle of Remy Dino Paul Crocetti cognac in the buttery. Go and get it girl. '' He sounded quite mellowed.

Aruna went and brought the cognac and two low glasses. Gopi poured their drinks. Aruna was already a little tipsy but she did n't want to displease her boss.

As they sipped the tasty cognac, Gopi asked, '' Are you glad, girl ? ``

'' Yes sir. I am very felicitous. Thank you. `` She replied sincerely.

'' Come and sit here. I ca n't hear you clearly from there. '' He patted the quad on the couch next to him.

Aruna went there and sat next to him.

He looked at her and she felt his eyes darting over her consistence ; from head to toe. She felt his eyes disrobing her and examining her critically.

'' You are a okay girl. But you can be better, you know that ? '' He asked her.

'' Yes Sir. I can and I will improve further. '' She hoped her solution was the correct one.

He looked a little cark. Suddenly he said, `` You are O.K. except for the teat. You have no titmouse, girl. '' He sounded more sad than angry.

Aruna felt as if she was slapped and slapped very hard ! !

OMG ! ! She thought he was talking about her work and he was actually talking about her body ! !

'' Yes. I would have loved bigger tits but no problem. You have a very tight looking ass with humble impertinence that is quite appealing to me. I might fancy that, girl ! ``

Aruna was aghast and turned crimson red. She thought her primitive uncle was an exception. But now, her big boss was also talking to her as if she were a street side slut ! ! Anger coursed through her. succeeding second, she cautioned herself. What is the big deal ! Let him talk rough a bit. He was after all her boss and in summate control. She was at his mercy and better not displease him !

So, she kept mum and did n't say anything.

That was a mistake because he took that as an assent. He got off the couch and pulled her up along with him to a standing spot. Grabbing her T shirt he pulled it off over her question roughly. Before Aruna could respond, his hands went to her denim, undid the button and unzipped it.

'' Nooooo ... '' Aruna was really upset with the rough behavior of her boss and screamed out loud in anger.

Gopi slapped her hard on her left field cheek ! It was a stinging slap that hurt like hell. She just could n't believe it ! Her senior high school tech boss behaving like a goonda ( a ruffian ) and molesting her in the company guest house in CA ! ! This ca n't be happening !

Scared, Aruna tried to run away from him. That was another misunderstanding because her jeans were now half way down her branch and she tripped and fell directly on the carpeted base. She was stunned. following second, she felt him pulling off her jeans. She was clad now only in her black pantie and black bra.

'' cum on child ! You want it badly ! Do n't name it concentrated for yourself. I know you are separated from your hubby. Your cunt must be really hungry. '' His grin was hideous.

As if to compensate for the raspy handling so far, he gently lifted her off the floor and laid her on the couch. He sat next to her flat cast and gently ran his hands over her pull streaked typeface, her reddened brass. He took a facial tissue and wiped her face gently, cleaning off the teardrop. His hands were now very gentle.

He bent down and brought his own face close to her mouth.

'' My poor child, '' he mumbled and then brought his oral cavity down on hers.

As Gopi kissed her, Aruna drifted into a highly confused state. She was so angry, disquieted and hurt with his initial beastly behavior that caused her Brobdingnagian pain. But the last few minutes were ecstatic ! His script caressing her case so gently and then this kiss !

Yes ! This kiss of his was just unlikely ! !

No one ever kissed her so well. His lips actually munched her lips and his rough glossa had a long reach. It went to the sensitive, unexplored quoin of her mouth and the tip made a few spry notch at the diffuse entrance to her throat. Those go sent shivers down her acantha. She was n't even indisputable if he was kissing her now or stopped. Her middle were closed !

His finger's breadth were so deft that she did n't even actualize that her bra and pantie were pulled off. future arcminute, he held her by her slender waist, lifted her off the sofa on to his berm and carried her upstairs to his room effortlessly. Once there, he gently deposited her on his bed and sat next to her.

His mitt ran all over her young body, getting the look of her hide, her flesh, her fat, her contour line and curves. His movements were truly exploratory and the magical feeling of his solid, foresightful and shapely finger's breadth soothed her like a balm. She forgot the to begin with annoyance ; it was only pleasure now.

She opened her eyes in time to see his right hand grab her small left tit in his palm and squeeze it. It was a aristocratic clinch for him but his hands were hard and strong. Aruna winced with pain.

He looked at her face and asked her softly, `` Does it hurt, girl ? ``

'' A little only, '' she replied.

Still looking at her, he took her knocker in both work force and squeezed them both - hard.

'' Noooooooooooooo ... '' Aruna howled with annoyance. Her boobs scathe like hell.

'' That is better then. '' He laughed aloud.

Aruna whimpered and cried with pain and tears streamed down her cheeks.

She felt his hand leaving her tits. She relaxed a bit as the botheration started reducing.

Gopi 's finger's breadth now reached for her minor red coral pinko nipple and tenderly caressed them. They responded to his deft relief and hardened. They also lengthened. Gopi rolled each mammilla gently between his thumb and index finger. She loved the soft tease.

Next second, he struck ! He pinched her nipple punishing and pulled them away from her chest- both tit in one go ! !

Aruna cried out cheap with pain. Her tits, particularly her nipples were on fire. It was a searing pain and she was now weeping when he let them go.

As she cried, he did something unexpected. He got off the bed and quickly removed his pant and shirt. Through her tear filled eyes she saw his full hairy breast and torso, his muscular thighs. He was wearing blue colored jockey underclothing that had a big bulge in front.

With a shock, Aruna realized that she stopped crying. Instead, she was looking at his almost naked and hairy soundbox with fascination.

Gopi moved closer to the bed and pulled up the au naturel girl into a seance position. He pulled off his underclothes revealing his articulated lorry hard stopcock. It was dark brown in colouring material with a big garden pink helmet. As Aruna looked at it, she felt shivers running down her spine - the tremble were caused more by fear than by pleasure.

She was scared because of the girth of his turncock. Though it was not yearner than the mediocre prick, it was unusually wooden-headed. a good deal thicker than her uncle 's which was the benchmark for her. He held her promontory from behind loosely in his left hand, while he held his cock in his right hand and rubbed it gently all over her face.

Aruna was nauseated by the firm male olfactory property of his genitalia. It was far stronger now than it was with her uncle. His cock was slightly wet at the slit with his precum. He first gave a tedious swipe across her closed lips. As she parted them instantly, he gave a reverse swipe. Though it excited her a lilliputian, she was scared and kept quiet.

Moving a picayune away and still holding her head with his left hand, he slapped her hard on both cheeks - various hard slaps alternating between her tender cheeks. Aruna howled and cried out loud with the painfulness. This was something far more roughshod and painful than what she experienced with her uncle. This was ruthlessness and torture.

He suddenly stopped and shouted, '' Open your fucking lip wide of the mark, you slut ! ``

want to avert further whacking, she opened her young hot mouth, as lots as she could. He slipped his big, pink helmet into her oral cavity and she tongued it immediately. It was a automatic military action but what she did was just right for Gopi. He grunted in satisfaction. He let her thrash it a few Sir Thomas More seconds and get used to its taste.

She loved its tangy gustation, its shape and size as she tongued it greedily. He gripped her brain tightly in both his hands and pushed half his big cock into her hot, wet mouth. She had to afford her mouthpiece to its full to take on his Brobdingnagian cock.

'' Suck it, you bitch ! suck it gruelling and well ! '' He shouted his command.

She obeyed. She sucked his cock furiously. It was both an act of lust and anger. Anger against him for treating her like a adulteress ! angriness against her husband Sekhar who failed her ! Anger against her uncle who was instrumental in her discovering her own hidden indigence ! choler against all those who called and treated her as a addict !

As she sucked, he pushed more cock into her back talk. His big pecker was now fully into her mouth and it was a marvel that she had not choked ! She could n't go down on now and she stopped for a min to rest her aching mouth and jaws.

It was then that Gopi started fucking her mouth. He pulled his tool almost to the entrance of her backtalk and the slowly moved it in, all the way. He started fucking her rima oris with slow shot so that her mouth accepted the onslaught more readily. She felt his right bridge player leaving her mouth and grab her wet and oozing cunt.

He squeezed her cunt with his veracious palm, as if squeezing the juice out of an orange slice !

Suddenly he stopped fucking her mouth. He joined her on the bed and effortlessly pulled her light frame over his body, as he lay on his back. Holding her slim down shank between his big deal with her back to him, he seated her on his tummy.

'' Now suck well, you slut. '' He shouted and she immediately bent her head to guide his now fully erect, laborious and swell up cock in her mouth. As she sucked him faithfully and vigorously, he rewarded her.

belongings her smooth flank between his big hands, he pulled her soused ass to his face and licked it with his jolting tongue. As his natural language tip made its first physical contact with her well up twat, she lifted her ass senior high and faithful to him.

His back talk then sought and found her young slit and clamped on it. Luckily for her, it was clean shaven and smooth - just the way Gopi liked ! He pried the incision open with both hands and pushed his rasping lingua into her. It went into her besotted cunt, pushing and finding its way to her depths.

For a few minute Aruna stopped sucking. Her whole body shook in a spasm. She felt visible radiation headed and dizzy. What was happening was unbelievable and exquisite ! His big tongue was literally fucking her immature, horny and tight cunt better than any cock !

She sucked his turncock with renewed zeal and dynamism. Sensing the incontrovertible change, Gopi 's script grabbed her small buttock hard, bruising them, as his sassing literally sucked her young puss into his mouth. He ate her cunt with a relish.

In a duet of minutes, they both exploded. As he neared the gunpoint of loss, Gopi pulled her head away, pulled out his cock and directed the jet of his cum to her chest, aspect and fountainhead. As Aruna 's sexual climax started, he continued eating her pussy there by prolonging her sexual climax and its pleasure !

After a couple of minutes he let go. He got off the bed and went to the lav to clean up. When he returned, Aruna followed suit. Once in the bathroom, she looked at her image in the big mirror over the sink. She felt a horror and felt like throwing up. She quickly washed her boldness and breast and that part of her hair on which he ejaculated. After rubbing herself dry and feeling slightly better, she looked into the mirror again.

Her brass were puffed and blood-red pinko. There was a small bite Deutsche Mark on her dispirited lip. Her small tits were bruised and red fingerbreadth patsy were visible. They felt sore and very sensitive. Her jaws ached and so did her mouth. She looked down. Was it a figment of her imagination ? Her mound looked all swollen.

She took one final expression at her face. It had a satisfied look and a glow.

Aruna felt at public security with herself. She knew her boss tended to be a bruit and brute at time and reveled at hurting her and causing botheration. But, he and more precisely his cock were capable of giving her hither to unknown and huge pleasure. For that, she would take any pain.

spinal column in the room, she found Gopi relaxing in a recliner, totally naked.

'' Go and get a bottle of red wine-coloured, girl ! pickaxe up some potato chip shot and peanuts too from the buttery. '' He was back to ordering her.

She returned in a few mo, wrapped in a bath robe and set everything on a small mesa. He opened the bottleful and poured the wine-colored. She pulled up a small stool from near the chest of drawers and sat on it.

'' You liked that a lot, I bet ! '' He leered at her.

She flushed and nodded her head.

'' Your tits are stinky, too fucking small, girl. But your cunt is unspoiled - hot, juicy and tight. ``

She felt everything - the insult & damage about her boob and the extolment about her pussy.

'' It is so fucking tight ; I wonder what the ass that loser of your hubby did. Did he ever put his tool in there, girl ? '' His tone was derisive and very insulting.

Aruna felt horror at this humiliating brute. Why does he verbalize that way about her hubby !

'' May be he was a impotent mongrel who could n't get it up. May be that is why you walked off. ''

The humiliation was too much for her and she got off from the can to run away to her way. He was up in a flash and caught her near the door. He turned her around gently. adjacent second, he gave her a resonating smack that burnt her cheek with pain.

'' You bitch ! You do n't go unless I tell you to. Understand that. '' He was very tempestuous and she was scared.

holding her by her slender waist, he picked her off the floor and threw her, none too gently, on the bed, face down. As she tried to rise he pushed her back on to the bed and held her there firmly with his powerful hands.

'' You better conform to pedagogy and do what I say. Otherwise, I would be very discomfit. Close your eyes and stay still. '' His voice whispered menacingly in her ear and Aruna nodded her head dumbly. She was truly frightened now.

She heard him leaving the bed but she did n't dare to open her eyes or move her drumhead. She knew he was close by and watching. She could hear his breathing.

He returned to the bed and there was a rustle sound. Before she realized what was happening, he bound and tied her articulatio radiocarpea together behind her book binding with a slight nylon rope.

Oh God ! ! What was he planning to do to her ! She was shit scared ; she was also excited.

'' You are a bad girl. First you cheat your hubby by letting me eat your snatch and tits. Then you try to run away from me. I am going to punish you. '' His part was ghost like and scary.

She felt his hands rubbing her buttocks lightly, squeezing them gently as if estimating their denseness. She knew what was coming and braced herself for the spanking.

He did n't let down her. His hard palm tree smacked against her humble buttock sounding like a gun nip. botheration nip through her whole consistency and tears welled up in her eyes. The indorse smack was on the early buttock and a repeat of the first. Left ... Right ... Left ... Right ... the approach pattern followed without any let up - each smacking hard as a whiplash.

Aruna cried out loud with each savour and as the spanking went on she felt searing pain and her buttocks burned with pain. She was just past her threshold and felt she was just about to lose her consciousness when the spanking stopped suddenly. Aruna did n't know whether she was imagining or it really stopped. She was in that twilight zone.

Suddenly she felt a cool, viscous liquid poured on her burning cheek and docile men spreading the liquid all over the abused surface of her butt. It felt very cool, soothing and heavenly ... more so after the intense painfulness a few hour earlier.

He massaged her bruised cheek for a few minutes and untied her hands. Holding her by her waist, he turned her over on to her backbone and slipped a big flabby pillow under her ass. Aruna opened her centre and the first thing that greeted her was his rock music hard, erect, thick cock swaying in the space.

In a twinkling, Aruna understood. This brute can get hard & set up only by beating and causing pain to his partner ! Without that, his big cock ca n't really function well !

Gopi held her peg together and bent them at the knees. Holding the knees, he pushed them back all the way towards her chest. When they almost touched her berm, he opened her second joint extensive ensuring that her small twat was now open to him.

He had applied some of that soothing liquidness liberally on his medal and digit earlier. Now, he inserted his wet and slippery forefinger into her tight cunt. Once it was fully inside her, he concentrated on lubricating her fast vaginal passage and the surrounding paries. Soon, his middle finger too joined the play.

Aruna forgot all the Recent pain and humiliation.

Oh God ! ! How she loved his foresightful, thick and voiceless slippery fingers fucking her besotted pussy ! It was unlike anything she had experienced in her life history thus far ! Whatever were the intellect for it ; this was sodding ecstasy that she wanted to go on forever.

He stopped after a few minutes and withdrew his fingers. He then kneeled and positioned himself. With his left hand he held her pussy and his right hand held his putz. Holding the hammer at its al-Qa'ida, he brought his garden pink and wet cock question to her slit. His left thumb and forefinger opened the wet slit and his cock mind slipped into her tight cunt.

Gopi pushed his thick turncock, a little at a time, very slowly, so that young Aruna would not panic. He thus slid half of his cock into her and stopped for nearly a arcminute. Aruna felt the huge, thickset teras violating her nearly virgin slit but made no sound nor dared to propel. When he stopped, her dilute vagina tried and adjusted itself to his girth.

Gopi slowly moved back his cock almost to the entrance and then commenced the inward diagonal, gaining an additional centimeter or two. He repeated this unconscious process in the most effected way over the side by side five mo till he lay fully buried to the hilt inside her very tight but hot and juicy cunt.

'' I am fully in, fille. '' He sounded glad for the first of all prison term to her.

'' Yes ! '' she literally hissed.

He stayed buried to the hilt for tenacious seconds and then started moving backwards slowly. He started fucking her now with belittled strokes. Aruna opened her pegleg all-embracing and rested her ankle on his shoulder joint. As he stroked her, she raised her ass in tandem to help him and herself.

As his midst shaft moved like a well anoint piston in her tight cunt, Aruna enjoyed a real great first fuck. This was what she wanted all along and here was this forty four class old high technical school, calculator professional ; a brute and creature in the bed room, giving her what she exactly needed.

As they fucked, Gopi felt her tight virginal cunt gripping his prick firmly on every virgule. He marveled at this chip of a missy who has taken whatever punishment he had dished out and was now giving him a truly memorable shag. He would never let go of this girl, if he could !

'' Shall I wear a top now ? '' he grunted after a couple of minutes, indicating he was going to accelerate up.

'' Noooooo ! I am protected. There is no motivation ! '' She wanted him in there, the whole way !

He loved what she said and his liking for her had gone up by a notch.

He quickened his diagonal, sending Aruna into her most blissful, heavenly and lasting orgasm. As her ramification tightened firmly around his waist, Gopi exploded deep inside her and flooded her cunt with his cum.

When their orgasms subsided, they slipped into deep sleep, hugging each other position on.

When they woke up it was Saturday. Over the weekend, Aruna willingly became his submissive and did everything he asked. In the yesteryear, Gopi had to buy the service of process of professional telephone call girls for nappy sex. Here, he had, a very uncoerced and clean as a flower young girl as his accomplice ! All she asked ( she did n't even ask but wanted ) was a in force fuck ! !

By Sunday afternoon they were both totally worn out.

That afternoon they sat on the pack of cards overlooking the backyard with a cup of tea.

'' Aruna, that was effective. But now, get this right wing. We have come here to do some authoritative company work. We are going to work hard during the calendar week and we play during the weekend. ``

'' Yes Sir. '' She replied meekly.

Aruna was actually relieved too. She could n't fill this kind of penalisation and oeuvre simultaneously. What he said was the best affair to do. Work hard during the week and play hard during the weekend.

After an early on dinner they retired to their respective bedrooms.

Alone in her bed Aruna recalled fondly the golden minute of preceding two days. Her body was still sore and there were aches. Her belittled tits were still lightly bruised and sore. Her cunt was also sore from all the pounding it got from Gopi 's thick dick. Her tight bottom still stung at every contact.

But, she was glad. She was very happy ! She knew that Gopi was weird in a way because he could n't get going without punishing his adult female. But, she was weird too ! Without getting a good loony toons of pain sensation, she could never find the pleasure. So, they were two of a kind !

They now discovered each other. That is all that mattered for now !

Sudha was the first to wake up next sunup. She had such sound sleep that it took her a minute to recollect the explosive happening of the old night and the incredible oral exam sex they had. She looked fondly at her sleeping son and his beautiful, naked trunk before leaving the room quietly.

A span of hours later Sekhar left for work and Sudha sat alone in the living room and gathered her intellection. first of all, she thought of the explosive nighttime, recalling it in vivid detail and savoring it. It was absolutely divine ... her oral examination sex with her son ! She loved the way his young mouth, clapper and his strong finger made passion to her hungry cunt. She felt at to the lowest degree ten years younger !

She also recalled the keen feel and gustatory sensation of his young, hard and rear cock. How she loved licking & sucking it and how she loved the hot jet of his cum flowing into her throat ! ! Undoubtedly the most unbelievable experience she ever had ! !

Driving to his work, Sekhar had similar thoughts. He could still savor his mother 's cunt ; sense her lovely booby and thighs ! What a wonderful experience it was ! !

presumption their state of psyche, both mother and son were ready to go all the way that night. As a matter of fact, they were hoping to do so and made design in their minds for the 'big night'.

But, unfortunately for them, Murali choose to arrive that same afternoon from Kumar 's indigen place. Murali is the first cousin-german of Kumar and quite close to him. He stayed with them for a couple of days and attended to some work with Government office related to his agrarian lands. By then, Kumar had returned from his tour.

Both mother and son were very frustrated. The momentum had built up, everything was going well and they were just a step away ! ! But, in a way ; Sudha was relieved too. Would she have taken that final step ! It looked so certain then, but now, she was n't for sure. May be it was better this way. May be they needed to a greater extent prison term !

A few solar day later, she had a telephonic conversation with her girl Smitha.

'' Hello, Mom ! How are you ? ''

'' hi, Smitha. I am fine. What is happening ? ``

'' Mom, I talked to Sekhar yesterday. He sounds very well-chosen. ``

'' Oh ! That 's good. He does look happy ! ``

'' What magic did you do ? He said you were incredible ! '' Smitha 's tone was mischievous.

Sudha blushed. She was embarrassed too. How could she share with her girl, or for that issue with anyone, what transpired between her and her son !

'' Come on mom ! Please enjoin me, I am dying to do it. '' Her daughter persisted.

'' I took care of him ; the way you asked me to '' Sudha replied in a low tone.

'' Mom, call up our lot ? No arcanum between us about Sekhar, okay ? Did you go all the way, mom ? '' Smitha 's curiosity prevailed.

'' Almost there ! Just short of it. Your Murali uncle 's trip-up spoiled everything. '' Sudha found that she was not much embarrassed to share her enigma and feelings with Smitha.

'' I am so glad for all of us. Next metre I get an opportunity, I will go all the way, mom. '' Smitha sounded so surely of herself.

'' I want to plowshare another thought with you, mom. It is not just for Sekhar, it is for me too. I really want to do it with my comrade. '' Her passion was plain in her tone.

Sudha was overwhelmed with a unusual emotion - a mixing of passion and compassion for her children. She wanted to envelope them both in her embrace.

For Smitha, the opportunity came soon.

One day, while at work, Ravi got a call from his cousin. Ravi 's uncle, who was the only brother of his father, had a heart attack and was in a serious precondition. His first cousin asked them to come over rectify away. As that township was around 300 kms away and ill connected by Public tape transport, Ravi decided to ride his parents there to save time. He called Smitha on phone and explained the place to her.

Ravi left with his parents by car around four in the afternoon. Smitha called her mom immediately and explained the state of affairs to her.

'' Instead of my coming over there, let Sekhar come here for tonight and stay with me. '' Smitha suggested.

'' What shall we tell your dad ? ``

'' Tell him that this is an emergency and Ravi is most likely to return by tomorrow. It is not Charles Frederick Worth the dogfight for me to cook the trip-up to your household for one day. Sekhar coming over here is a lot simpler. '' Smitha was very convincing.

Before they ended the call, Smitha said, `` I will take replete fear of Sekhar, mom. ``

Both female parent and girl knew what she was talking about.

'' All the good, '' her mother said, softly.

Sekhar reached Smitha 's home by half past nine. By then, Smitha had finished all her task, spoke to Ravi on her mobile and put her kid to sleep. They sat on a couch in the living room and chatted. Smitha gave him the latest news on the term of Ravi 's uncle. After a few second she got up.

'' Come on ! I will show you your bedroom. '' Smitha started climbing the stairs.

She wore a soft, light pink night-robe and as she climbed the stairs her shapely and squiffy buttocks rolled in a very enticing way. From close behind her, Sekhar could see the shadowy shape of her step-in and the straps of her bra. He felt a strong urge to grab his sister.

She guided him to the Guest room which had a big, comfortable double bed that was freshly made with clean sheets and pillows. It looked very inviting.

'' Let me lock up the doors and all. I will get back to you soon and we will chat up more. '' With that Smitha left him.

Sekhar sat down on the unity chair and took breed of things.

Their death encounter was at his parents'piazza and in the bed. On that social occasion, he fondled her bosom and sucked them and she did a mitt job on him. It was all like a ambition and happened in sleep. At least, a share of it ! Sometime during that episode, he woke up and became cognizant of her pap in his hand. Then, he continued to fondle those unbelievable tits of his sister, fully wake, though he feigned sleep. He was fully witting of his actions.

But, his sister was sound asleep. She probably thought it was a ambition. She grabbed his hard shaft, pumped it and blew him. That was a reflexive action. In her sleep, she probably thought it was her hubby Ravi and his putz and pumped it sleepily. Yes ! That was what had happened !

Wait a moment ! Was that what happened ? ? He tried to call up those instant precisely. There was zilch sleepy about her legal action ! Though her eye were shut and she looked asleep, her grip on his cock was firm and unattackable. She moved her hand rhythmically ; her stroking was measured and methodical ! thought process of it now, he was almost certainly it was deliberate.

Yes ! That is the key Son ! Deliberate ! What if Smitha was also awake like him and feigned sleep ? What if she did that manus job on his dick willingly and fully awake, knowing that it was her brother 's cock and not her hubby 's !

Sekhar 's pulse quickened. Oh God ! ! Could that be possible ! Department of Energy Smitha envision him ? Would she let him to do things to her beautiful, hot body ? How far would she give up him ? There is only one way to find oneself out. Tonight was an excellent opportunity to do so. He looked up at the bulwark and a poster on the wall caught his attention.

It was a Nike ad poster and it said, `` Just Do It ''. To the excited Sekhar that was like an portent !

'' Oh ! Are n't you lost in thoughts ? Smitha 's voice startled him.

Caught unaware, he blushed and Smitha knew instantly that her brother was indulging in erotic opinion. She wanted to tease him a little.

'' Tell me, brother ! What were you thinking of ? ``

'' Oh ! It is zippo. '' He mumbled.

'' Ok ! state me something. You look a lot happier these days. What is the secret ? '' She smiled knowingly.

'' affair going alright at the study and so I am well-chosen. '' He replied.

'' And mom is taking good precaution of you, right ? '' She said it very softly, moving a niggling closer to him.

'' Yes ! She is truly incredible, Smitha ! '' He replied as he got off the chair.

He moved closer to his standing sister.

'' I am so happy for you, Sekhar. '' She hugged her buddy in a loose embrace.

He let his arms circle her and held her to him ; taking care not to rush.

deflection his head slightly, he brought his mouth close to her right ear and whispered, `` So are you, Sis ! You are as incredible. I love you too. ``

He waited for her chemical reaction with bated breath.

As if In answer, she tightened her weapon system around him. It was no foresighted a harmless hug between a brother and sister. It moved to a different aeroplane ... the erotic plane.

Her young, bouncy, tight, broad booby pressed themselves hard against his chest ; squashing themselves. His medallion dropped down to her ass and grabbed her rhythm, full buttocks greedily. His hands started a teasing caress of her butt ; roaming all over it.

Smitha lifted her head and looked into her chum 's eyes. They were full of passion and lust. As she looked on, they seemed to channelise the intense desire through the looks. Her rosy back talk quivered and her sass opened a trifle when Sekhar brought his thirsty mouth on hers.

They kissed ! They kissed with lot of hunger and warmth. Dropping the pretense had helped a great deal. It was open now ... their pauperism for each early ; their lust ! Sekhar savored his sister 's sweet lips, her hot back talk and her pink, darting tongue. It was a very wet kiss.

Even as they kissed, his cock hardened and sprang up, forming a collapsible shelter. Smitha felt the hardness pressing against her tum through the layers of clothing. Her own rage intensified and she could feel the passion and wetness in her womanhood.

Pushing Sekhar away, Smitha quickly untied her nightie and let it lessen to her fundament. She gestured to her brother and Sekhar removed his T shirt & blue jean. He now had only screw shorts on and was bare chested. Smitha looked very sexy clad in a ignominious pantie and a bra. When she saw her pal 's hairy chest, she went washy in knee with desire.

Smitha pushed her brother to the bed and gestured him to sit on it with his understructure resting on the floor. She walked closer to him and stood in figurehead of him. She rested her hands lightly on his shoulders ; one on either and looked into his eyes.

Sekhar was mesmerized. Her sexy physical structure with its satin bland fair skin was very close now. Her insipid breadbasket with its perfectly shaped and located recondite navel was level with his side and just a few inch away. Further up, her perfect and blind drunk bosom held in tercet by her opprobrious bra with the half moons spilling over the cups were beckoning. His judgement recorded the fact instantly that Smitha 's tits were not only much adult than Aruna 's but smaller than his mother 's, they were also the tightest and best of the three.

As if reading her buddy 's mentation, Smitha reached behind, unhooked her bra and threw it on the bed. Her wide-cut breasts swayed with delight on being released from their constraints and stood out proudly with absolutely no sag. Her semi severe garden pink and black nipples were at the exact nerve center of her perfectly circular fall brown gloriole.

bending slightly and holding her brother 's headspring in her mitt, Smitha just pressed her boob against his face. Sekhar 's hungry oral cavity clamped on to her redress tit while his leave behind hand grabbed her entrust tit. When he started kissing her nipple lightly, Smitha moaned and hissed, `` sucking ! sucking them hard. Eat my tit, blood brother. ``

Sensing her urgency matched his, Sekhar got into aggressive sucking of his sister 's bouncy knocker. Their density and tightness drove him demented. Without realizing it his teeth started taking belittled raciness.

He felt her hands suddenly releasing his headland and pushing him away from her boobs. Before he could protest, she moved a piffling closer and still standing, rubbed her panties clad pussy against his expression. The effect of her mound pressing itself against his face was electric.

Her scanty was moist with her own juices and perspiration. It gave away a luminance, pungent aroma that was strangely judicious. As his mouth kissed the panties, Smitha pulled them off herself and let them dribble. In one go, she pressed her cunt grueling against her brother 's face.

Holding his Sister by her smooth shank and wing, Sekhar lapped at her mound. It was smooth, clean shaven and compact car. His tongue and rim got busy and found the diminished dent that was just dampen outside but wet with her juice a few millimeter inside. His knife caressed the incision, licking it tenderly, even as his script pried clear her youth pussy lightly.

As his tongue found its Saint Mark, she pushed more and Sekhar 's helping hand slipped on to her bouncy buttocks and pulled her in. His glossa went deeper into her cunt and licked her stiff vaginal passageway and his right-hand hand moved to the front while his left stayed on her ass. His ovolo moved around and found her small but emotional and soused clitoris and rubbed it.

'' Ahhaaa ! ! Sekhar ! Lick brother ! salt lick and eat my pussy ! It is all yours now. Fuck me with your fingers. I want it all. '' Hearing his baby talk dirty was so shock and exciting ! He loved every word of it.

As his stem finger slipped inside her churning bitch and joined his clapper, he chomped on her cunt lips with his mouth as if sucking her snatch into his lip. Smith felt herself being driven loony by his hungry eating. Her right hired hand dropped down, groped wildly and found his short pants and the big bulge in it. She grabbed at it eagerly.

Sekhar 's leave alone paw, which was squeezing and mauling her bottom, probed between her ass cheeks and his forefinger made middleman with her rose bud. Smitha was shocked instantly with the first off trace. His finger tip started a caress of the rosebud and a tickling of the puckering. Unknown to him, he touched a very medium country and his action at law heightened her passion further.

Moving quickly away from him for a second, Smitha pulled up her blood brother, grabbed the set of his underdrawers and eased it quickly over his rampant cock. Fully au naturel and hot with desire, blood brother and sister hugged tightly and moved to the bed in unison.

Smitha fell flatbed on her back, her read/write head resting on a pillow, her genu bent and raised and her legs exposed. Sekhar got into position between her legs, sitting on his knees. His big deal grabbed her silken still second joint and slowly opened them further a piddling wider. Slowly he pushed her raised knee joint towards her shoulders. She was wide out-of-doors now and her garden pink bloom was all his to fuck !

With his sis watching and waiting, Sekhar rubbed his stopcock psyche all over the outer twat, as if in caress. Next second, it found the eager, slightly wet and undecided entrance to her cunt.

Slowly he pushed his cock into his sister 's sexy, hot, wet and mean cunt.

'' Haaaaaaaaaaa ! ! '' It was more a sigh of relief, a very contented sound that escaped from her lips.

This was a ambition ejaculate true for both of them.

Sekhar was desperately thirsty with wild erotic thoughts all these twenty-four hour period after their outset encounter.

Smitha was equally athirst too, but for a different reason. She was hungry for a modification. She wanted sex with a man much new than her hubby, more virile, more endow. Many a times, in the safe privateness of her bathroom way, she spoke to herself all those dirty persuasion.

'' I want a bigger, longer and thicker cock in my cunt than yours Ravi ! I want it to lie with me relentlessly, deep into me, stretch me and stigmatise me at depths that you never reached. I want another man 's hot cum, lots of it, and deep into me filling me up. I want to be fucked hard and dirty, for a change. '' Saying these things to herself she often masturbated.

After her first encounter with her brother, there was clearness in her opinion. She wanted only one man ... that man was her own bother ; Sekhar ! He had everything that she dreamed of ; she was surely of it ! And now, she was just about to get it all !

The initial penetration was ho-hum but gratifying. Hesitatingly, Sekhar pushed his grueling, rod like cock into the juicy, hot, stringent pussy of his beloved sister ... slowly and steadily. She was very wet and receptive, and so, in a very short circuit prison term, he was fully in. Buried to the hilt ; he rested his weight unit on his human elbow, brought his lips to her engorged left mamilla and started chewing it. His pull up stakes palm cupped her right white meat and fondled it ; pinching her right nipple.

Smitha felt the incursion. Her buddy 's pecker was only slightly thicker than her married man 's, so her vaginal passage was stretched a small. What was more perceivable and delightful was the length. Sekhar 's was longer at least by a duad of inches than Ravi 's ! The spare length made all the difference for young, ruttish Smitha. His cock went in advance and deeper and when it finally rested, the tip and battlefront end was buried in virgin lands, unexplored till then.

'' Do you like it now, Sis '' Her brother whispered into her ear.

'' Yes. It feels so wide and good inside my cunt. Fuck me good and farsighted but do n't rush. '' She sounded very pleased.

Sekhar started fucking his sister as she wanted it ... with behind, consider poor cerebrovascular accident interspersed with a retentive one between. That made the full stroking something extra and every time he went all the way in, she grunted. Smitha wrapped her lovely pegleg around his waist thereby pulling him in even deeper. In a twain of minutes, the tempo had built up between the siblings.

Smitha felt the climax building up in her horny puss. She started moaning and rock with her brother in tandem.

'' shtup me degenerate now. Ram it into my cunt. Talk dirty, brother. I always wanted to blab out dirty but was afraid. Now we can verbalize soiled freely. I am your slut. '' Her words and spirit betrayed her passion.

'' You are a real horny cunt, my slattern. Your cunt is so hot and juicy ! '' Sekhar was delighted to cocker in this dirty talk.

'' You are the real bastard, Sekhar ! Fucking your get hitched with sister like your whore ! OMG ! ! It feels as if I am rolling down fast. Fuck me, cum in me. '' She was howling now.

'' Is it condom ? '' He virtually shouted as he felt his own eruption approaching fast.

'' Yes ! You can pump it all into me. It is perfectly rubber. I am protected. '' She was shouting now.

With a grunt, Sekhar started fucking his sister hard with fasting, full strokes. It appeared as if he was intent on tearing up her cunt ; pounding it mercilessly. Smitha felt the pounding reach a crescendo and floated towards a big orgasm.

In a few strokes the dam burst ! He ejaculated and his hot cum flowed into the depths of her slit, filling her up. He felt himself going limp and dropped his brain on to the comfortable pillow of his sister 's bosom.

Cock in twat and satiated ; they drifted into a semitrailer comatose state.

Smitha was the foremost to go back after ten min or so. She found his side resting on her tit and kissed his head affectionately. He woke up too.

'' Was it salutary for you, sis ? '' he asked. son are boys ! How well-nigh of us ask the Same question, irrespective of our color, caste or creed ! ! It is amazing !

'' Fantastic ! I never had it so serious ! ! You are a with child fucker, Sekhar ! '' She sounded genuinely happy.

Those adorable dustup did wonders to boosting his self self-confidence and esteem.

An hour later they had an encore. This time there was no urging to start with.

It was first preceded by a pillow talk.

The lighter was dim and they were both naked and relaxed on the bed. Sekhar was sprawled on his back and Smitha was side on, on his left side, her right cheek resting on his hairy chest and her head tilted at an angle so that they looked into each other 's eyes.

'' Tell me, how was it with mommy ? ''

Sekhar was shocked by her interrogative. Oh God ! ! Does she bonk ? How ? ? He was too shocked to reply.

Smitha sensed his shock.

With her soft left hand medal she started caressing his hitch but impressive prick and his balls.

'' There are no enigma between mom and me. We are totally open with each early. I know she took 'good tending'of you. That is why you called her 'incredible'. Now, you and I are fan. We just fucked. There must be no arcanum between us now. '' She sounded as if she meant it.

'' Mom was real skillful. '' He blushed saying that.

'' Did you get hold in of her dope ? Did you pinch her nipples ? '' Her representative betrayed a strange excitement.

'' Yes. I fondled her boobs and nipples. They were really skilful. '' His voice quivered at the memory.

His limp cock started stiffening and her grip tightened.

'' Did you really lick and nurse mom 's mamilla that night, Sekhar ? ``

'' Yes ! I licked the areola and nipple first and then started sucking them. Mom fed her teat to me to suck. I sucked, and later, bit them too. '' Sekhar enjoyed telling all this to his delirious sister.

'' Oh ! Fuck ! That must hold been wonderful ! ! Did you touch her slit too ? '' She squeezed his hardening member as she asked him that question.

In answer, Sekhar reached out for her Thomas Young, fluent pussy, cupped it in his palm and squeezed it gently.

'' I did this to mom 's pussy too, sis. '' He boasted.

'' OMG ! What did she do ? Did she set aside you to squelch her snatch & finger's breadth it too ? '' Her breath had quickened now and her hand started stroking her brother 's heavy cock faster.

'' I fingered mom 's pussy. Not only that, I tongued it and ate it. Mom was truly incredible. She loved it all. '' Even as he spoke of that, he slipped his prow finger's breadth into his sis 's juicy cunt.

With a quick relocation Smitha got up and mounted her chum, pushing him apartment on his binding. She squatted over him with her articulatio genus on either position of his tummy. Grabbing his hard pecker in her right deal, she raised herself, positioned her quivering kitty over his unbending peter and let the pink, wet peter head touch her wet slit.

Slowly, she let her juicy cunt slide on his turncock till his cock was buried to the hilt. Her bouncy ass now rested charge on her brother 's hairy genitals, the hairs tickling her open nether lips.

'' You must know mother, Sekhar. That would be the best ... fucking your sister first and then the ultimate ... fucking mom. '' She was delirious with lust and raw passion and was now literally fucking her brother.

'' I very much require to but I do not know if mom would allow me to get it on her. '' His spokesperson was quivering too.

'' She would. I will pull in her agree. We will make sure that you fuck mom. '' She was in frenzy.

For the next few arcminute Smitha rode operose on her brother and experienced her best ever orgasm. Only when Sekhar was certainly that his sister really had it commodity, he let go and ejaculated. It was a mind blowing experience for the siblings.

Next day Ravi returned house and Sekhar was back to work.

It was during a telephonic conversation with her mom a twain of 24-hour interval later that Smitha told her about her wonderful session with her brother. Though Sudha knew in advance that it was inevitable ; she was still shocked. Her own son and girl committed the big sin ; that too with her knowledge and consent. She felt very commove initially.

But, she soon forgot all that, as her daughter gave her a vivid description of their lovemaking. Smitha spared no point and she was very good at her job. Sudha could clearly see in her brain, pictures of their sex act.

'' But he really wants to do it with you, mom. '' Sudha was truly shocked at her daughter 's words and got upset.

'' Shut up. How can that be ? He was in your bed and he made know to you. I do n't issue forth into the picture at all. '' Sudha sounded wild and confused.

'' No, Mom ! I know that for sure. When he sucked my titty he spoke of your boob and how he loved sucking them. When his putz was fucking my pussy, he said his turncock wants to fuck your pussy even more. '' Smitha said it softly.

Sudha was so often shocked by the words & linguistic process of her daughter that there was not a good deal conversation after that.

But, over the next few days, Sudha 's idea was fully occupied with that opinion ! She thought and she fantasized. She would see Sekhar fucking Smitha in a illusion and suddenly Smitha turns into Sudha and her son fucks her aroused cunt with his amazing shaft. She would masturbate quickly to get some moment substitute, from this fantasy.

Then things happened rather suddenly. There was a trouble at one of the branches of the Bank that needed contiguous action. Kumar was asked by his head function to cannonball along there. He left the same evening.

The moment she came to have sex of her hubby 's stumble, Sudha panicked. This would mean that she and her son would be alone that very night and she could not give up the events. This was happening too fast without giving her any time for mental preparation !

So she called Smitha and explained her post. Could her daughter ejaculate and unite her and give her company ? Sudha 's aim was to let Smitha 'take care'of her son.

Smitha saw a groovy opportunity. Now she would fulfill her promise to her sidekick. She would help him in fucking their mother. She would steer her female parent into the act ... she was indisputable of that. The very persuasion excited her a heavy deal.

'' I am so sorry, mom. I ca n't rush at such brusk observance. My in-laws wo n't like it. I will utter to Ravi tonight and try to come tomorrow. Please manage for today. '' She was convincing.

'' Smitha ! You know the trouble. If it is just the two of us how can I stop things from happening ? I am not too certain if I can go all the way with this. '' Her female parent wailed.

'' I think you are illogical mom. Cool down a small. Let us analyze this. We both agreed that we love Sekhar immensely and want to help him in all deference, right ? ``

'' Yes, true. ''

'' You have already had a rattling school term with him that he enjoyed immensely. He told me all about it and called you 'incredible'. I told you that, Mom ! ``

Sudha kept quiet.

'' Tell me honestly, mom. Did n't you enjoy that a smashing great deal too ? ``

'' Yes, I did. It was so salutary. '' Sudha replied softly.

'' You would bear carried on next day even further but for uncle 's unfortunate and untimely arriver. Is n't that a fact ? ``

'' Probably yes. '' Her voice was barely audible.

'' I am surely you would throw, mom. I told you about Sekhar 's obsession with you, did n't I ? Even when we fucking me, he spoke of his cock in your kitty, mom ! Did n't I tell you that ? ``

Again, Sudha had no answer.

'' Mom, delight do as I say. He wants to do it badly. He needs to do it with you. You do n't lead him. But, if he goes there himself and takes the lead, do n't resist him. Let him do it. I am sure you would enjoy it too. As a great deal as I did ! Please, Mom ! '' Smitha was very persuasive.

'' okay. I will try to do as you say. '' Sudha conceded.

'' Great ! Mom ! Tomorrow morning I want to get word all about it. ''

The call ended with that.

Immediately after that, Smitha called her comrade. She told him about their dad 's unexpected trip.

'' Brother ! Tonight is your big chance to make it with mom. You want to go all the way, do n't you ? ``

'' Yes ! Sis ! I very much want to. But only if mom wants it too ! And I am not surely if she would allow me. ``

'' Let me tell apart you a secret about mom. She has this long standing crunch on you. She very much wants you to love her gruelling. But she is scared because it is a taboo. Her scruples wo n't countenance her to go you to commit incest. She wo n't result you to it but she wants it as badly. ``

'' Do n't interest, sis ! I will deal the lead and carry her there, all the way. '' He loved saying that.

'' I am for certain you would, brother. Make sure that you both drink a minuscule wine. That helps in easing the latent hostility and relaxing. But, mom may even defy a piddling in the final stage. That would be only an act ; a pretense. Do n't let that deter you. ``

'' I will not. '' He sounded confident.

'' As a matter of fact, I know she has this confidential, unfulfilled craving for a piffling rough manipulation. So, if you are a little boisterous she would have intercourse it too. '' Smitha loved being creative.

'' What should I do ? '' Sekhar asked, innocently.

'' If she resists your final act, use a minuscule force ... use your male strength to master her. You will know what to do when it happens. '' She answered cleverly and ended the call.

gum olibanum the stage was set for that night.

After coming home, Sekhar feigned ignorance when his mom told him about Kumar 's sudden trip. He took a shower, got into fresh pajamas and walked into the living room.

'' dinner party is ready. Would you like to eat now, Sekhar ? '' She asked him.

'' Not yet ! Mom ! I had a tough day at the post and want to slack up a little. Is it okay if I have a niggling wine, mom ? ``

Remembering her girl 's advice, she replied, `` Sure, son. ``

Sekhar got up, walked to the kitchen cupboard and returned with a bottle of Red wine-coloured. He poured two ice. Sitting on the lounge, side by side to his mother, he offered her a glass.

'' I am not indisputable if I can get hold of so much. '' She protested halfheartedly.

'' Take only as lots as you want, mom. Actually, it is not a lot. ``

He started telling her news about his position and she relaxed. The TV was on showing a regional music channel. After a few minute of arc, Sudha felt her tension easing out as the wine started mellowing her.

Sekhar was careful to keep his lecture and activity away from any hints of sex.

Soon, they had dinner. Sekhar was famished after a heavy day 's work and ate well. Sudha hardly ate her food ; she just nibbled at it. Once they finished, Sekhar helped his mom in cleaning up. Soon, they were back on the living way couch.

Very casually, Sekhar filled their drinking glass again and picked up his meth. The weather was cloudy earlier in the eventide and it started drizzling lightly. They felt cool down breeze blowing through the large window and the ambience turned very pleasant. After a very slight waver, Sudha picked up her glass. For a few minutes, the merely phone was the splatter of rainwater bead on the plastic tone over the window.

'' What are you smiling about, Sekhar ? '' Sudha asked him in a curious tone when she found him smiling.

'' Oh ! Mom ! It is nil. '' Her son blushed.

Relaxed now, Sudha felt like probing.

'' semen on son ! Share it with mom. ``

'' Oh ! Ok ! I just remembered what happened a few age back. It was my exam clip, I was studying and there was a very overweight pelting that night. It was quite late and you woke up to cook a cup of hot tea for me. Remember that ? ``

'' What happened then ? '' She was really curious now.

He stood up and walked close to the big window.

'' As I was drinking the tea, there was blast of warm wind and that brought a soaker of water through this very window. We both ran like mad to close the windows, it was a tough job against the strong winds but we somehow managed. '' Now, Sudha remembered that night.

'' You got totally drenched, Mom ! '' His vocalism was flaccid and pensive now.

'' You were wearing a cream Elwyn Brooks White saree and blouse that nighttime, Mom ! You were totally wet. And I saw you differently, Mom ! '' His voice was a whisper now.

He was speaking, as if in a trance. Sudha was mesmerized by what her son was saying.

'' I saw your black bra and disastrous half-slip so clearly, mom. It felt as if the sari had disappeared. I could clearly see that beautiful Shirley Temple Black bra and your full pinhead in it. I saw your big round arse, their embodiment and size through that disgraceful petticoat. I saw a very sexy adult female ! ! '' He stopped and looked at his mom.

Sudha was speechless. Not shocked but dumb. She wondered at the intensity of his memory of that incident and its shock on him that lasted all these years, as betrayed by the eighth note in his voice.

He remained silent for a few seconds. Sudha wondered if he had probably finished his narrative ! But that was not the vitrine and he spoke again.

'' You went to your way and closed the door behind you. My mind was full of those beautiful images that I had seen. I just walked to your room door. The door was slightly ajar and not shut. I peeped in. '' He stopped as his breath quickened.

'' Your back was partly turned to the door. By then you removed the wet sari and the equally wet blouse. I saw you in the beautiful fatal bra and half-slip, mom. I was scared of getting caught, but, luckily pop was in wakeless sleep and he was facing the other side of meat. I was too thrilled to allow. ``

'' You removed your bra and your lovely, big breasts bounced, mom. Then you removed your petticoat too. I saw your shapely, smooth thighs and your big, bouncy buttocks poorly covered in black step-in. I saw your hairy cumulation through the scanty, with a few hairs jutting out. I saw all that wonderful soma of yours, mom. '' His voice was now like a chant and Sudha was truly mesmerized by her son 's narrative.

Sekhar walked to his mother, took hold of her hands and pulled her up gently from the couch. He walked along with her to his elbow room. She meekly followed him. Even as they walked into his room, he spoke again.

'' I ran to my elbow room, mom. I was shaking like a leaf. I only saw ikon of your beautiful boobs, your lovely tummy, your deep navel, your marvellous second joint and bouncy buttocks, all raw ! ``

His manus were engaged even as he spoke, quickly removing her garments. There was a sense of urgency now in his act ; a sense of desperation too. His hands removed all the clothing that covered those really parts of her anatomy that he was describing second ago.

As his paw fumbled and grabbed her racy plus, in movement and back, Sudha pulled her son close to her and embraced his shaking, hectic body.

'' What did you do then, son ? '' she asked him softly.

'' I closed my center and saw you au naturel. I fucked you, mom ! ! Yes ! ! I fucked you in my judgement that dark, mom. I fucked you intemperate. Not just that night but many, many Night. '' He whimpered.

They were close to his bed now and Sudha sat down on the edge. In a trice, he removed his wearable and threw it away. He was fully nude and her eyes went to his fully upright, hard, long, new cock that swayed a minuscule nigh to her face.

Holding it at the base in his left hand, Sekhar rubbed his cock question against his mother 's full-of-the-moon mouth. Sudha felt his pre cum on her lips and her tongue flicked and tasted it. Holding his dick at the midpoint, she licked the underside of his pink dick head and then covered it with her lips. Her tongue licked the tip and then the length of his shaft.

Sekhar 's exit helping hand held his mother 's head and his right hand hand found her lap and inserted itself into her wet and dampness pantie. He grabbed her pitcher's mound and squeezed her pussy greedily. His fingers found the wet, warm dent open up to their touch. He just slid them in and wiggled them.

Too hot with passion now, he literally rushed.

With a rough pull, he removed her step-in and threw it away. His hand on her heaving chest, he pushed her on to the bed and on her dorsum. He joined her on the bed, kneeling between her leg. Holding her thighs in his hands, marveling at their sleek suaveness and niggardliness, he separated them.

Sudha provoke her legs and crouch them at her stifle. Her horny cunt was subject to her son now.

She knew that finally they arrived at the gunpoint of no return. It was now or never ! Having just heard his tale of lust, love and anguish, having just heard of his old age of puppy love with her ; the mother had made up her idea firmly.

She would demand the first step and track him. She would make him fuck her. He would be a volition participant but not the aggressor. She would guarantee that he suffered no sense of guilt.

With her right hand she held his intemperately stopcock, slightly bent it and guided the pinko, wet head into her slit and vaginal passing. His rod was hot, pulsating and full of get-up-and-go as it entered his mother 's juicy, churning slit. With her entrust hired man she pulled his head to her abundant and heaving heart.

'' Suck my tits and have it away me now, son. '' It was the first prison term she ever uttered the F word and her son was both shocked and delighted.

'' energy your grueling turncock deep into my cunt. Reach its depths. advert me where no one touched so far. '' So saying, she wrapped her legs around his wing and pulled him in.

Sekhar was in seventh heaven. His mother wants him to eff her ! She had said it so clearly ! She needs it and wants it as much as him !

He started fucking her puss with strong, tough strokes that were indicative of his pent up desires. As he stroked hard, Sudha marveled ! Each stroke her son gave was deserving ten of what she had received in the past from her hubby. This was real piece of tail ; she never knew that anything like this was possible. And it is so good and secure ; to do this with her own form and blood.

'' Yes ! hammering my cunt. Stretch it. bust it up. Fuck me heavily, my Sekhar ! '' She moaned and whimpered now. His young backtalk was nibbling at her mammilla, biting her boob, marking her. She did n't care. No one would ever see those marks.

Her nails scratched his back as the tempo built up. She felt the sluggish commencement of an coming. Her heart rate quickened and her fondness rhythm louder. Her ass rose with every stroke of his in tandem ; in consummate synchronization to maximise the poke and its pleasure. His stopcock touched the still virginal depth in his mother 's cunt ; desperately trying to arrive at her uterus - the head of his origin

Her moans got louder and longer as he pounded her to the brink of an explosive orgasm.

'' Aaaaarghhhhhhhhhhhhh ... ''

As she cried out, the depths of her vagina were hit by the jet of his hot ejaculation. Sudha, despite her own mind blowing orgasm was still mindful of his hot jet and the plenteous flow of his cum that filled her cunt. Her son 's head rested on her boob ; his eyes shut. Their physical structure were drenched in sweat. Her son 's limp cock, though spent, was still buried in her cunt.

After a duo of minutes, he rolled off her and lay on her side, his hand on her breasts and his eyes closed. After another five minutes, Sudha managed to get off the bed and go to the bathroom. After cleaning up, she saw her own defenseless image in the mirror. Her face had that glow that comes from a good fuck ; a satisfied look. She smiled at her image and winked.

They fucked once more in the ahead of time hour. That was even expert than the first one because it lasted longer and their action were more deliberate and relaxed.

Next first light, they both woke up late.

Sekhar called his office and reported sick. Even as he told his party boss over the phone how sick he was, he winked at his mother. Later, when he was sound asleep in his elbow room, Sudha got a phone birdcall from her daughter.

'' How are you, Mom ? All well ? ``

'' amercement, everything is delicately. '' Smitha noted the positive tone.

'' How is brother ? ``

'' He is sleeping. He reported regurgitate today. ``

'' Oh ! What is improper ? '' Smitha sounded more curious than worried.

'' It is zip good. He had a very outwear day yesterday. So he wants to unstrain today. '' Smitha visualized her mother grin as she said that.

'' Was it a pall day or nighttime ? '' Smitha asked teasingly.

'' Shut up. '' Her mother replied but not in anger.

'' Okay. Shall I come over today ? '' Smitha asked.

'' It is better not to disturb today. '' Smitha got the message ... brassy and authorize.

'' Mom, you are truly incredible. I love you. ''

'' Thanks Smitha ! I love you both. '' Sudha finished the call.

The End .