This is the story of an American-Indian language middle course of instruction folk. Kumar, aged xl eight years is an military officer in a savings bank. His wife, Sudha, five years younger, is a domicile maker. They have a girl Smita ( 24 ) and a son Sekhar ( 23 ). Kumar, as the entirely son, inherited considerable transmissible dimension from his exit parents, a few year ago.

As soon as Smita turned twenty one, they found a good alliance for her through their contacts and performed her matrimony. Her husband, Ravi ( 31 ) is a Manager with a repute MNC. Though he was seven old age Old than her, he was a good looking and nice soul from a decent family and was considered an winner, professionally. All these factors weighed in his favor.

A year after her marriage ceremony, Smita gave nativity to a cute baby young woman and everyone rejoiced. Her birth coincided with a promotion to Ravi at his Office and everyone called the infant a lucky magic spell.

Sekhar graduated in engine room and joined a big IT society a year ago. Kumar and Sudha were happy that both their children had settled down. However, the peace and quietness was upset one day when Sekhar announced to his parents that he was in love with a colleague and wanted to espouse her.

His parents were aghast. Sekhar was then just twenty two and too Young to marry ! So, they tried to cause with him. But, he was adamant. Then they asked for the details about the girl and he told them.

The daughter was Aruna, the only when child of her parents. Her forefather was a successful businessman and they were rich. She was also of the same age as Sekhar, intelligent and in effect looking.

Kumar and Sudha, always yearned for riches and they saw this as an opportunity for their son to get rich. So, all protest disappeared overnight and they quickly consented for the marriage.

Aruna 's parents performed the wedding ceremony on a shower plate, befitting their riches. Kumar and Sudha rejoiced when everyone complimented them on their son 's 'luck'. Immediately after the marriage ceremony, the newlyweds left on a two workweek honeymoon to Kerala.

It is fourth dimension for me to apply you to a greater extent details about the newlyweds.

Sekhar is around 5'8 '' tall, fairly well built and handsome. He is fair complexioned and has a looking of innocence which makes him depend even untried than his age. He has a piddling above average intelligence agency, is industrious and loves his phratry. He does n't smoke or fuddle ... not even coffee berry or tea. He is soft mannered and often submissive. In short, he is what one would squall ,'a very good boy'.

Aruna is around 5'4 '' tall and fair. She is slim, has very small white meat and an average looking ass. She has pretty pegleg and slight and toned thighs. Her eyes are big and calamitous and her face is centre shaped. When she smiles her fount looks pretty, but she rarely smiles !

Being the only child she was pampered and spoiled by her parents. However, she is very intelligent and always did well in her academics. But because she was rich 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-fitting friends knew how unpredictable and prevalent she was and they did their best to overlay up for her.

When Aruna saw Sekhar the first time it was in their berth cafeteria. Aruna was with a couple of female workfellow and one of them saw Sekhar and commented, `` Oh my God ! What a cute guy ! How I would love to get him ! '' Aruna was fascinated by the gossip and looked at him. On the smudge, 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 casing of unlike poles attracting. Aruna charmed him and they fell in sexual love, culminating in their marriage.

The first two Day of the Honeymoon went off well. Both were virgins and together they explored and experienced the introductory pleasure of sex. There was no benchmark and they were happy with what they got from each former ; at least it appeared so !

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

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

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

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

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

'' I am not talking about others. I am talking about us. Once in a way, I love to have a crapulence and, as my married man, you will join me. '' She sounded angry now.

Sekhar kept mum and did n't suffice because he did n't want a argument or fight.

'' You do n't drink 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 Shangri-la 's sake ? '' she was really angry and her voice was loud.

Sekhar was unhappy and quietly walked away from the balcony to their bed way. He thought that would simmer down her Down. But, unfortunately, it aggravated her anger.

She followed him into the bed way 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 tit feeds you milk. You are a married man and you still want to drink milk from your mom 's bosom ? '' She sneered at him with contempt.

Sekhar was shocked beyond words. Her anger, her contempt 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 spend the night sleeping on the sofa in the animation room ... neither of them had dinner that night.

Next morning Sekhar woke up, not with anger but with guilt trip. He felt bad about in conclusion dark and decided to visit it a armistice. So, he broke the ice first and wooed 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 bottle of expensive red wine.

Aruna was delighted that she got her way and taught her married man how to drink the wine to enjoy it. After the initial hesitant start, Sekhar realized he did n't really like it. But, to keep his wife happy, he pretended otherwise. After a nice dinner, mellowed by the wine-colored, Aruna became more assertive and demanding that night.

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

Instead, she sat on the sofa in the living elbow room of their cottage and had to a greater extent wine.

'' You have to make up for last night, Sekhar and form me happy, okay ? '' She asked.

'' Yes, dear, '' he replied, eager to please her.

'' Sit on the storey and osculate my groundwork. Make honey to them. '' She commanded.

Aruna did possess nice, modest feet and Sekhar kissed her feet and toes tenderly, holding each foot in his helping hand. He wanted to attain her happier and licked her feet too.

'' Good, I like it that way. You will lick my feet whenever I ask, okay ? ``

There was hardly any love in her tone. It had Sir Thomas More of scorn and authority. Sekhar was unhappy but he did n't show up it for fear of upsetting her.

Later on, she yielded to his caressing and arousal and allowed him to take her to bed. When they undressed and he was about to rise her, she stopped him again.

'' You kissed my ft well. Now, you kiss and lick my pussy. I have read somewhere that it gives with child 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 derogatory way. Novice that he was, he did n't even know how to go about it. But, since his married woman asked for it, he could n't refuse.

Dutifully, he put his mouth to her humble pussycat and licked its exterior with his glossa. After, a couple of minutes, he stopped.

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

Sekhar got the hang of it. His fingers pried open her pussy and he pushed his tongue into its juicy and hot 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 legs thrashed about and finally clamped his nous between her thigh as she had a big orgasm.

She let go of him after a couple of bit 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 senior high school and dry with a huge erecting. He was dysphoric that he did n't get any delight or backup man from the hale exercise. But, he was n't tempestuous. He was in a way, relieved that she got some pleasure and, more importantly, she went to log Z's. At to the lowest degree, there were no more immediate need, he thought.

From that day, his life sentence changed.

By the end of their honeymoon, Sekhar realized that his wife was a deflower, irregular, moody, cranky and selfish beef. But, given his nature, he made up his judgment that he would n't complain about this to anyone in his or her menage. Theirs was after all a love man and wife and he would work diligently on her and change her nature, he resolved.

The get-go run came, immediately after their retort from Honeymoon. Sekhar 's parents wanted that he and his wife should stay with them. The Kumars had a in good order, pack two bedroom flat in a good residential area. On the other hand, Aruna 's parents lived in a big, mugwump bungalow in a posh residential area.

Sekhar and Aruna discussed the progeny. Sekhar wanted that they should stay with his parents.

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

'' That is genuine. So, let us stay there with them for a short spell and then find a rented flat close to our office. '' Sekhar replied.

'' I have a better idea, Sekhar. Our home is a good deal nearer to our workplace. It is very big and broad. I grew up there and I am attached to the seat. It has all comforts. We can drive to work in the spare car that dad has or buy a new one. ''

Sekhar was in a dilemma. In their family Mexican valium, a man staying with his parents is a rule and accepted practice session, whereas, staying with her parents is looked down upon. But, he did n't want to say it out and turnover Aruna.

'' If we stay in a small engage flat near berth while both our parents have their own property here, will they be happy ? Be sane and exit it to me. I will convince your parents. '' She sounded quite reasonable and Sekhar was happy to let her do so.

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

Thus, the newlyweds settled down with Aruna 's parents.

Over the next few month, Sekhar went through hell. Despite of his safe efforts, things went from bad to worse. He realized that his married woman was not just a mar bitch ; she was obviously a cleaning woman with some psychological upset. She was theme to sudden and baseless mood swings and totally unpredictable in her behavior.

Sudha was the first off to realize, during their infrequent visits, that all was not well between her son and daughter-in-law. Slowly, she learned from her son, over a period of time, what was unseasonable. She briefed Kumar about her business organisation. Her few attack to set thing right were rebuffed by Aruna whose parents continued to pamper and spoil her.

Things came to a whirl when, one day, Aruna had a big quarrel with Sekhar and called him a good for zero idiot. The whole house was see to her blowup and a disgust Sekhar left immediately for his parent 's place.

Over the next one calendar month, all effort by Sudha and kumar to get the issuance sorted out with paternal intervention on both English 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 citation that he still tried, occasionally, to text her or phone her. Sometimes, she would answer and sometimes she would n't. When she did, usually, the conversation led to a shouting match from her in a couple of arcminute, blaming him for everything.

This was the state of affairs when our existent story starts.

You would withdraw that the Kumars lived in a two chamber apartment. While they used the master bedchamber, Sekhar used the 2nd chamber. Even though, he had to force a foresightful distance to his study, his parents insisted that he stay on with them. Given his present condition, Sekhar too preferred it that way.

Let me put Sekhar on a custody for a while and assure you about his sister Smita.

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

She came to know of her sidekick 's marital woes, mostly through her mother. Though, the siblings were quite near, Sekhar was embarrassed to order his sister about his failed marriage. Smita was never really comfortable with Aruna and felt that her brother married an egoistic girl. So, though sad for her sidekick, she was n't really surprised.

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

Her waist was very slim and smooth earlier but she gained an in plus there ... still slim enough. Her buttocks are again nicely shaped and not too big ; the kind men would hump to caress and paddle playfully. Her ass is wide enough to be attractive. In myopic, compared to Aruna, Smita is certainly prettier and more genially disposed.

When Ravi went on one of his trips, 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. female parent and girl discussed the luck of Sekhar and cursed his wizard for the rest period of the day.

When Sekhar returned from office, he was pleasantly surprised to get his sister and lilliputian niece at home. After dinner party, they discussed the sleeping organization. Sudha brought in the low cradle for dolly into the endorse bedroom. Sekhar said he would sleep on the sofa in the living room and Smita and Dolly can feature his room while they were here.

After a spell Sudha left. Smita was very not bad to know directly from her brother on what had gone ill-timed and Sekhar was happy to parcel his plight in detail with his baby. They spoke late into the night. Smita felt very bad for her crony and tried to say the right hand things and cursed Aruna a lot.

After a couple of time of day they drifted into nap on the big double bed ; tired and exhausted.

Sometime later, Smita woke up with a offset when doll cried for milk. She got up, lifted the crying small fry from the cradle. Sitting cross legged on the bed, she positioned the baby in her lap, opened her blouse and started knocker feeding her. Though the quantum of Milk River had come down a lot, it was still enough for Dolly 's Nox feed.

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

One of her undercover fantasies was to ingest her bare chest squashed against a very hairy chest and have her engorge mammilla caressed by the hairs. The very thought made her smell hot and wet in her juicy cunt. Her eyes wandered down her crony 's organic structure and stopped at the conjugation of his thighs.

Smita gave an nonvoluntary pant ! She saw in the dim bed unclouded a very big protuberance there. It appeared to be a very big jut and the big collapsible shelter could have got been caused only by one thing ! Her brother had a huge erection ! Shamed by her own cerebration, she took her eyeball off Sekhar and looked at dolly. The baby was asleep. Smita got off slowly and put Dolly down gently in the cradle again.

binding in bed, Smita first tried to sleep with her back to her brother and closed her eyes. She could n't catch some Z's and ikon of his chest hair's-breadth and his big bulge kept returning to her. She felt a slight the heat and wetness of her own womanhood. Her nous compared Sekhar and her Brother. The urge to see became unassailable by the minute.

Smita gave in and turned. She moved a little closer so that she could look better. He was still levelheaded asleep and blissfully unaware of his babe 's lusty inspection. The iniquity grim hair's-breadth on his dresser looked silken and so inviting. Why could n't she just hint and feel them ? Surely, just a blow over mite wo n't wake him up !

Extending her slim right hand forward, she let her fingerbreadth touch and palpate his chest pilus. She felt a mild stupor go through her body. They felt so nice and she bunched her fingers and got hold of a small clunk and caressed it. He was still departed and she looked fondly at her pathetic blood brother. Such a handsome guy and that bitch treated him so badly ! !

Her eyes wandered down and returned to his big excrescence. As she looked at it closely, the tent gave her an thought of the size of his cock and its erection. She felt a helplessness creeping through her John L. H. Down from her chest, along her tummy and into her hot puss. A substantial desire took over and she lost her control partly.

She let go of his chest hair and brought her hand down and very close to his bump. Very carefully, she let the tip of her forefinger touch the tip of the prominence where she guessed his cock head was. As she made the expected contact, her breathing spell quickened. She felt her finger's breadth tip touching the tip of his big peter lightly.

Letting it balance there for a minute, she gently pressed. She almost cried out with pleasure at the very view of his big stopcock in her soft and mute palm. She looked at her pal 's boldness for any response. He continued to catch some Z's soundly.

Smita was overcome with a desire for a little to a greater extent. She made a ring of her digit around the girth of his tent magnetic pole, taking care not to wield any pressure ... just a touch. Holding him thus, Smita felt the fierce fires in her juicy cunt.

All these days she never knew anything former than Ravi and his body. Now, for the inaugural meter, she realized that her own brother Sekhar had a much gravid cock than her hubby. It was longer and thicker, for sure. Being much younger, Sekhar 's putz could have it away even better, she was sure ! All these thoughts rushed through her mind.

Sekhar moved slightly in his sleep. Whether Smita lightly pressed his hard stopcock unwittingly, we will never screw. But, as he moved, two things happened. His right hand came to repose on her chest ; the top half of his big laurel wreath came into contact with the half moon of her tit peeping through the partly opened nightie.

Smita 's body felt a huge jar. The inter-group communication of his big medal and long fingers with the naked and easygoing physical body of her bouncy chest felt God Almighty. Without meaning to, her hand gripped his cock. As if in instinctive reflex, his medal pressed a little more against her boob. 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 take care of her buddy and protect him from that squawk Aruna. She would do whatever it takes ! With such thoughts in her psyche, she drifted into slumber, her hand gripping his knockout cock and her breast comforted by his big palm.

Sekhar woke up the next morning time 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 remember much of it. On the other hand, he slept well and felt happy and refreshed. He got ready quickly and left for his function on time.

Later, after lunch, Smita sat with her female parent in the life room and discussed her buddy 's plight with her mother.

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

'' Yes, dear, my heart goes for the poor boy. What rotten luck ! '' Her mother replied.

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

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

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

'' Certainly, but how ? '' Her female parent sounded a short confused.

'' Mom, Sekhar is very young and he can bound back easily. He married too early on and that bitch let him down. But, he has two loving cleaning woman to wish for him ... you and me. ``

'' True, we will keep him happy, '' her mother replied, still confused.

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

'' Sorry, sis, hold up nighttime after our tenacious chat I just drifted to sleep in your bed. '' Sekhar said.

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

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

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

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

'' It is okay blood brother. You can log Z's here too. The baby keeps me wake, to the highest degree of the fourth dimension and that sofa in living way is not very commodious. '' 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 cover in the place of origin. She switched off the main lamp and the Night lamp gave a dim light source. She lay down on the bed and closed her optic. nap would n't come and her mentation kept returning to the arouse routine of the old night. Slowly, her creative thinker gave in to the delight of those thoughts.

Smita wanted badly to take the issue of survive Nox further on ... not the all way but at to the lowest degree a part of it. How to do it without waking up her brother was the big question. She knew that neither of them can spoil in those things while looking at the former in a conscious State ... not the first time, anyway. Fantasies can materialize only in pipe dream !

Suddenly the answer came to her. What if everything happened in a dream that was not really a pipe dream ? Suppose, the room was totally glum and they ca n't see each other. If, she feigns sleep and does thing, her buddy might react. As they ca n't see each early in dark, it can be rationalized that thing had happened while they were asleep.

The more she thought about it, the more she was convinced. So, quickly she made her preparations. She removed the top three hooks of her nightie so that her breast could be easily bared. She made sure that she was quite comrade with the take locating of the cradle and switchboard so that she could access them in duskiness, when required.

She waited. After a while, Sekhar turned in sleep on his English and faced her. Smita got off the bed, quietly walked to the patchboard, switched off the dark lamp and tiptoed carefully back to the bed. Once there, she laid side on, on her right and facing Sekhar. She quietly pulled out her bouncy dope from the candid nightie.

It was very saturnine in the elbow room. Slowly, her hands moved a little until they found his decently hand. She then moved herself in such a way that her bare boobs were just a few millimeters from his decent script, withdrew her own mitt and waited with bated breath. She did n't receive to wait for long.

Sekhar 's digit touched, fleetingly her shapely, inviting and bouncing right breast. Smita kept absolutely still, her middle closed. She felt his three finger's breadth resting on her dumbbell for a few seconds. Then they gently pressed it, as if testing. Finding no resistance, his palm cupped her heavenly boob.

Instantaneously, Smita 's teat hardened. Sekhar 's palm continued with the assuage squeeze of her white meat and her hard tit poked against his palm erotically. Smita found it increasingly difficult to fake a sound sleep as her breathing quickened. Before she realized it, both his workforce possessed both her booby and fondled them.

Smita realized that she loved her brother 's fondling much better than her married man 's. May be because his hired man were younger, eager, unassailable and more lovingness ! Or was it because they are new and different ? All humans yearn for things new and different, after sometime, at least for a change !

Smita felt her tit leaking a little milk as his fingers caressed and pinched them. She felt a unassailable urge to have them sucked by her chum. But, she restrained herself. Let him think she was asleep and let him do as he pleases and dare. If she reacts or responds that might scare him off. Let him get familiar and confident, she thought.

Her assessment proved right. While his left script continued to fondle her bouncy tits, his right hand tried to slip further down. Unable to do so, his script found and unhooked two more hooks. Then it found and rested on her sexy and smooth tummy. It was silken polish and flat and his soften palm rubbed it lovingly.

Smita had a nice, circular and deep navel. Sekhar 's finger found it and caressed it, as his finger tip probed its interior. To Smita it felt very erotic as she imagined a similar movement elsewhere. As his mitt roamed on her tummy, she felt his hot breathing spell on her boobs. next second, his hungry backtalk clamped on to her swollen tit and its engorged nipple.

He sucked her tit with all his pent up hunger. Naturally, he compared his sister 's bouncy and bigger bosom with the very small tits of Aruna. He felt her Milk River in his mouth, tasted it and swallowed it. He was very excited by the act of sucking his sister 's dope and tasting her milk.

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

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

His excitement naturally made him very hot and fully erect.

Smita was overcome with joy as her brother sucked her breast and drank her Milk. She felt very activated and genitive. She felt that his exhilaration mounted and it was time to act. In the dark, her hands searched and found his big bulging collapsible shelter on his pajamas.

Deftly her finger's breadth opened its presence, reached inside and grabbed his hard and erect cock. It felt so hot that it scalded her blushful petal delicate thenar. Her right paw gripped his phallus at its haired base and her left field hand caressed its heading, the quiet crest slightly wet with precum. She started stroking his cock with her soft hands.

'' Oh Ravi, look at this ! My brother 's cock is lots self-aggrandizing and beautiful than yours and I love stroking him. Who knows ? May be I will suck it too. '' She wanted to shout.

They were really excited now and in his hungry and disadvantaged state of matter, it took very lilliputian fourth dimension for Sekhar to ejaculate with a loud groan into his fairly sister 's loving and caring mitt. Smita felt her brother shooting hot jets of cum and her transfuse palm tree collected most of it. To her, it represented the relief and pleasure she had been capable to give to her doomed brother.

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

Reliving the moments of the yesteryear one hour, Smita rejoiced at what she had done. She examined her tit while cleaning up and there were light red bruises where her pal mauled them. There was a lowly crescent on her right wing boob where her sidekick bit her. She recalled the feel of his laborious, hot cock in her script as she pumped it.

These view made her very horny and wet. She quickly slipped her right hand inside her scanty and pushed her two finger into her open, juicy and hungry cunt. She masturbated thinking of her sidekick 's big cock sliding in and out of her cunt. Would n't it be lovely, she thought, as she climaxed.

Next morning, Smita acted as if cipher had happened. Sekhar, who thoroughly enjoyed the previous night events, was relieved. He thought that his sis was perhaps used to sex while departed with her married man. May be she thought it was a dream ! Whatever it was, he was grateful to her for the wondrous pleasures of her eubstance and the ministration it provided him. Secretly, he hoped they would do more.

However, when he returned home that eve, he was extremely disappointed to learn that Ravi had returned from his tour, 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 circuit again. '' His mother said.

Her watchword were comforting because they promised a hereafter gratification for him. Hopefully Smita would return soon. Meanwhile, his Night were full of storage of her incredible boobs and hands that did wonder to him.

I am sure you are wondering what was really wrong with Aruna and how was it possible for a love matrimony to fall apart and fail so fast. Let me state you her story.

You have already learned that being the solely shaver of rich and indulge parents, she was thoroughly spoiled.

She did fall in dearest with Sekhar and wanted him for herself so badly that she maneuvered him towards an early on marriage. All that was, in fact, in serious religious belief. She thought that once married to him things would work out very well for them. But, as we know, they did not.

To understand her strange behavior, we have to go back into her past.

A few old age ago, Smita 's begetter had to go abroad for a month on a business enterprise turn. He did n't want his wife and daughter to be alone at household that long without him. So, he arranged for them to chit-chat and ride out with his wife 's brother Bhaskar and his kinsfolk in their Greenwich Village. As it was holiday clock time, Aruna did n't heed going there. She loved the village, the line of business, the farms, the flow, the Bos taurus and the natural stunner of the place.

Her Uncle Bhaskar was around 40 five and looked after his enceinte agrarian retention. He was basically a James Leonard Farmer and loved it. Their only daughter was married off a few years back to a boy from a adept mob who was a software engineer working in USA. Bhaskar and his wife Gauri were naturally happy that his sister Laksmi and her girl Aruna were visiting them after a long time.

Bhaskar 's day-to-day routine comprised of going in the morning after breakfast to his airfield and farms, supervising thing and returning home by sunset. His wife Gauri sends him his tiffin in a hot ingroup through a servant and he eats it at his lowly cottage in the farm. After lunch, he rests for an hr and then goes back to shape again. The routine never varied.

Bhaskar was an magisterial role. He was almost six foundation tall and hefty. He was initially of a metier brown complexion but continuous exposure to the sun made his skin darker. He sported sullen black mustache and the villagers and his workers 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 fields and farms. She watched her uncle at work and was impressed by his gruelling employment and strength. When it was time for lunch, they moved to the cottage in the farm.

The cottage comprised of one large hall, a small room and a wash off room. It was furnished reasonably well with a few chairs, a large mesa and a prominent single bed. After they had their lunch, her uncle lied down on the bed to decompress, while she pulled up a chair and sat nearby.

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

'' I have completed eighteen two month back, uncle. '' She replied.

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

She was a little storm by the commanding voice but obeyed.

Aruna was dressed in a faded amobarbital sodium blue jean and a Inner Light lemon yellow T shirt. From his perspective on the bed her uncle inspected her from point to toes.

Aruna was uncomfortable and felt a bit embarrassed.

'' You hardly look a little girl. Where are your tits ? ''

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

'' You know that your aunt has mango breast, your mother has orange sized boob. But, you girl, I ca n't see any tits at all. You have a breast like a lawn 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 upset and angry and her side was a scarlet red. But, she was also scared to register her anger to her uncle here.

'' You have any pap at all and any nipples there, missy ? '' He continued to shock her.

Shaking with anger, she kept mum.

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

'' Yes. '' She mumbled.

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

Shaking like a leaf with angriness, she replied, `` I have tits and teat. ``

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

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

'' Show your tits and pap to me, girlfriend, now .'Her uncle sounded angry.

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

He looked at her critically, shaming her more and said, '' I ca n't see through that, can I ? postulate 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 irritation. 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 chest. She held the black bra in her hands.

'' reach 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 loving cup. Aruna looked on now, strangely fascinated and upset at the same time.

'' Ha ! I thought so ! A padded bra ! To spend a penny them look braggy ! '' He laughed out trashy again.

She never felt more humiliated than this and wished he would fall dead or the ground would open up and swallow her. Tears started flowing down her cheeks.

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

She walked to the bed and sat side by side to him. With his big rightfulness hand he gently wiped away her tears from her cheeks.

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

He looked at her very pocket-size tits and the rose-cheeked pink nipples from very close. Her nipples and her aura looked much large in dimension to her tits.

With his big right laurel wreath he cupped her small good tit and squeezed it gently. Aruna loved the feel of her uncle 's rough helping hand on her tit.

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

hurting shot through her and she cried out.

As if to right, he left her mauled tit and moved to the former. His fingerbreadth played and teased her mammilla gently. The impression was exquisite for her.

'' There you see, girl, how your nipple is getting bigger in my fingerbreadth ? You like it, I know. You must read to take the painfulness and pleasure together. ``

Aruna was mesmerized by his words. Yes, what he said was genuine. After the pain in her right tit, she liked the delight in her left tit so much.

Still lying down, he said, `` Here, missy, sit closer to me so that you can have both titty fondled at the Lapplander time. You want that, do n't you ? ''

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

'' solution me when I ask you a question. '' He slapped her cheek gently but his hand was so fierce that even the luminosity slap hurt.

'' Yes Uncle. ``

'' esteem, where is the respect ? '' He slapped her a trifle harder now.

'' Yes, uncle, delight ! ``

With that he started fondling both her minuscule tits, pain sensation in one and pleasure in the former, alternating. His big, rough and haired hands loved and abused her petty gem in a way that was totally unnamed 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 expression was tear 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 face and dressed. Back in the room, she quietly walked to a niche and sat on a chair there.

Her uncle was already numb. Hesitantly, she looked at his sleeping anatomy. What a man ! So rasping and beast like. Treating her like a slut, yes, that is what he did ! Humiliated her in an impossible way ! So stiff and prevailing ! His hands, so rough ! She felt her succus flowing but was scared to do anything.

As they walked towards their home that evening, he said, `` Hey, girl, if you breathe a Word of God to anyone, I would kill you. '' She was really scared with the way he said it.

Her mother and aunty were a minuscule touch on when they found her a piffling subdued.

'' She had a bore day in the field of operation, '' her uncle said and they were satisfied.

That night in the privacy of her bed, Aruna recapitulated the day 's exciting event while fingering her horny bitch. She fantasized for a minute about her uncle 's fierce bridge player mauling her pussy and climaxed with a shudder.

Next morning, she woke up and got make well in time to accompany her uncle. Her mother was a little surprised at this show of interest in farming by her daughter.

'' Let her enjoy a change, '' said her aunt 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 brass reddened and he laughed.

They had a quiet tiffin at the usual metre. After tiffin, he got on to the bed. But, instead of lying down, he sat on it.

'' So, girl, what did you do in bed lowest night ? ''

Aruna was shocked beyond words and her brass colored reddish red. She kept quiet.

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

'' I slept. '' She mumbled.

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

Aruna was scared and excited.

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

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

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

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

Aruna was very scared and very excited too !

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

'' How did you play, differentiate me. '' He slapped her now, none too gently.

It hurt. It was a bite slap.

'' I put my digit 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 cunt. '' She shivered as she said that.

'' I put my finger inside and played. '' She felt her young pussycat leaking.

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

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

'' Come here girl and stand in front line of me. ``

She obeyed instantly.

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

Tears welling up, she meekly obeyed him.

'' Turn around. ``

She now had only her white-hot step-in and a whiteness bra on her.

He examined her panties closely.

'' Not bad, they are clean 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 helping hand held her by her slender waist, lifted her off the story and put her across his lap. He unhooked her bra and let it set down. She now lay across his lap, her head to his left wing, her legs on his right, her crotch against his jut and her spine facing him.

His powerful hired hand moved gently over her panties clad pocket-sized seat and ass.

'' Your aunt has melons here and so does your mother. Your buttocks are boylike and modest. Is your ass tight, girl ? ``

Her tears flowed freely now with fear and anticipation. In one promptly move, he pulled her panties away and threw them. His fierce rectify palm massaged her buttocks. Aruna felt heavenly.

Next minute of arc he struck. He spanked her smooth freighter hard with his bridge player and she cried out as intense botheration snap through her. tear flowed as the sting pain made her cry. There was no respite ! In spry succession, he smacked her bottom, alternately. Every time 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 merchantman was on fire. The searing pain dulled a bit. But, she was now more aware of an intense pleasure in her young pussy. Her pussy was now pressed against the very big bulge in her uncle 's dhoti. Her bitch lips were give and it was very wet. The continuous spanking ensured that her cunt rubbed itself and humped that bulge.

Intense pain and acute pleasance ! She remembered her uncle 's words. The stoppage of all activity gave her the clip and opportunity to think about the pain/pleasure pattern of her uncle 's penalization. She waited with bated breath his next actions.

Suddenly, she felt him lifting her off his lap. following minute, she was deposited, none too gently on the bed. At the first contact of her bruised buttocks with the bed, she cried out in pain. He just lifted her legs and slipped a diffused pillow under her ass. Instantly, that lessened her pain.

He now sat on her side and stroked her small tits and hardened nipples with his left bridge player. His right hand cupped her Virgo the Virgin pussy. Her small pussy with its Negroid Teach of trimmed pubic hair fitted nicely in his big palm. His hands were rough and their backs were covered with Negroid, vulgar hairs.

Her uncle 's rough handwriting squeezed her young cunt once and she cried out ... half in bother and one-half in pleasure. He just massaged her mamilla, tit and snatch for a few seconds and she experienced a big climax that shook her little body in spasms.

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

'' Beg me and you will come again, '' he gave her that horrid 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 long, thick finger's breadth into her sizzling pussy and stroked her. As the coming commenced again, she clamped her thighs shut around his hired man. It was all pleasure now and she forgot the pain totally and drifted into trailer truck consciousness.

After a few minutes she became cognisant of her surroundings. Her uncle was seated on the death chair next to the bed looking at her nude trunk. Slowly, she became conscious of the pain in her hurt buttocks, whimpered and turned on her incline. He got up and walked to the cupboard and returned with a nursing bottle of some colorise lotion.

He poured a little of that lotion into his cup palm and gently rubbed it on her bruised bum. It felt cool and soothing and her pain sensation started receding instantly. His hands felt tender, for a modification and her eyes closed.

'' Sleep, girl and rest. '' She heard him say and a little later heard the cottage threshold ending behind him.

That nighttime she applied More of the lotion on her behind before going to bed ( uncle was kind sufficiency to return her the precious bottle ). She slept like a log that nighttime and woke up very late. Her uncle had left by then and she was secretly relieved. Her ass still burned a lilliputian and she wanted to rest that day.

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

'' You ca n't make out every day. I have lots of work today. You stay at household 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 keep company him again. Every day, she thought of that bungalow, the things he did to her body and wank. Her uncle was incredible. He was gravelly, cruel and humiliated her. But she adored him and his turn. Her body lusted for him. As the days passed by, that lust kept on increasing.

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

'' Think of the affair I could do, girl. '' The vamper continued.

And, she did spend the hr till noon putting her power of resource to work. She did try and visualise her uncle taking her in many ways ; keeping the balance of bother and joy. By the metre they finished their dejeuner she was like a jelly.

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

'' Close the threshold and off all your clothes, girl ! Not a stitch ! ''

She obeyed and walked close to him. He did n't partake her.

Looking at her small uncontaminating shaven cunt, he asked, '' Your little slit is all horny and fix, girl ? ``

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

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

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

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

Aruna looked at his vast bulge and went decrepit in her knees with fear and lust.

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

With his left hand he lifted her mentum and with his right he mauled her small tit. She cried out.

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

'' Yes uncle. Very much, please ! '' she whimpered.

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

She moved slightly forward and her eager hands went under the faithful of his dhoti covering the prominence. With one hand he gripped her principal and with the other he pulled down his divest drawers. Pulling her hand close to his vast cock, he covered her head word completely under his dhoti.

Aruna was scared and shocked as his dhoti covered her headspring. It took her a few second gear to align and he let go off her head.

The first thing she felt was the substantial, unsavoury and pungent smell of his private parts. Instantly it was nauseating and her idea revolted. But she was strongly fascinated by the initiatory visual touch with his huge penis and its proximity.

It was indeed a very big penis, slowly lengthening further, like an unwinding ophidian. It was disconsolate brown in color and thick and the conical tip was pinkish red. Her first view were that if it is so big already, how much bigger would it get when fully erect ! How could any cunt take in this huge monster, let alone her small virgin pussy ! She would simply get killed ! ! The very thought scared her.

She felt her uncle hold her forefront by her whisker in one hand and then his cock moved all over her face, guided by his other hand. By then, she not only got used to the smell of it ; she even liked it a little.

'' Time you know how a effective cock gustation, miss, '' her uncle said, moving the dhoti away.

His paw guided her head roughly to the pink, conelike crown that had a minuscule slit from which small drib of Caucasian, viscous liquid oozed. Instinctively, she licked it with her clapper. It was virtually tasteless.

As she opened her mouth encompassing, he pushed his knockout turncock into it. She took in a couple of inch and clamped her back talk shut. She sucked it.

'' Yes ! fille ! You are a big girl and this is your all-day sucker. If you suck it well, uncle will touch your pussy. You want that badly, do n't you, niggling slattern ? ``

She nodded and sucked more vigorously. She felt herself lifted and moved around roughly like a bird and repositioned ... his shaft in her mouth all the spell. She was on her knees on the bed now and his proper bridge player fondled her buttocks.

'' Suck it good, bitch, '' he shouted as he smacked her cheek. It was a prick smack and pain shot 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 taste such with child delight !

His hand moved further down and to the other side and grabbed her hungry, steamy, juicy puss. His big fingers found the wet curtain raising. With a squeeze of the pussy, he pushed his index finger into her. Aruna was in Heaven as he violated her and sucked his cock with unbelievable passion.

Bhaskar was pleasantly surprised and pleased with her performance. As he started ejaculation, he pulled out of her sass and sprayed his cum all over her face and tits. Aruna shook with huge coming as she saw him do it and her own cunt leaked juices. She was amazed at the quantum of his cum.

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

She did as he asked and cleaned up his huge cock, his big balls and the surrounding areas. He watched her and liked the fear with which she did her job. When she finished, she went to the wash room and cleaned up herself. She returned and stood by the bed side, awaiting his next 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 More matter with you, little slut. But, we will not lie with. ``

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

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

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

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

'' But, sometime after matrimony, when your pussy is really thirsty for a big fuck you come down and I will bed you till you beg me to stop. Now, let me rest. ``

For the reminder of their stoppage in the village, she had another two or three sessions with her uncle. Each time he abused her body in many ways and simultaneously pleasured it. Aruna 's body and listen both got addicted to his proficiency of pain followed by delight with increasing intensity.

He was the prevalent and she was the submissive. For the first time in her life, she stopped trying to overshadow and became a subservient willingly. It was an unbelievable role reversal which she both hated and loved.

When she was back in her city and her rotary, she became even more of a prevailing ( and a kick ) as if to overcompensate for that one calendar month of function reversal.

When she fell in lovemaking with Sekhar it was real. She felt immense love for him and truly wanted to part her life with him. Everything changed with the first dark 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 gentle coming to love making, contrasted totally with the rough treatment and ill-treatment by her uncle.

To the tampered psyche of Aruna her uncle was the bench mark for sex

poor Sekhar, unaware of her perception, fell far short on that count. Thus started his woefulness ! And each failure compounded the problem.

This was what led to the failure of their marriage and their eventual separation.

Once Smita left, Sekhar 's life returned to its normal act of work during the day and lonely nights wherein he rued his ill fortune in marriage, his detachment from Aruna and biography in superior general. Often, he would think about those two wonderful nights during which his baby provided solace to him.

Sudha noted that her son had slipped back into a kind of slump and she was worried. She spoke about it to Smita during one of their daily telephone calls.

'' He looked much in effect when you were here, Smita ! Now he is back to his slump and I am distressed. '' Her mother sounded very concerned.

If only you knew what I did to him, mom, Smita thought warily ! No way could she secernate her mother that directly ! But, Smita knew her mother was an intelligent and caring person. May be she could suggest things 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 caution of him. You know he was depressed about his breakup and was feeling very lonely. So, I gave him my society. ``

'' I am also trying to let the cat out of the bag to him but he does n't allow any conversation for too farseeing. '' Her mom replied.

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

'' You mean you asked him to sleep in your bed ? '' Her female parent sounded very surprised.

'' Yes, mom, the pitiable guy was having nightmare and he needed to be comforted. '' She laid a little emphasis on the news 'comforted'.

She heard the spry intake of her mother 's breath. A secretiveness followed.

'' Mom, you do realize that you and I are the lonesome adult female in his life now, do n't you ? He has no one else to turn to. Sekhar is still like a child in many ways. When a tyke is unwell we have to take on trade good care of him right ? '' She kept on.

'' Very true '' Her female parent answered, softly.

'' So, I comforted him mom. He slept in my bed and when he had those nightmare I held him in my embrace and comforted him. '' There it is ! At shoemaker's last, she told her mother what was needed.

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

'' You are right. He is my child and I will guide concern of him. I have to. '' Her mom answered her softly and ended the call.

It was easy said than done. Sudha thought about the problem. She and Kumar always slept together in the superior Bedroom. These days they hardly ever made love. But they shared the bed out of riding habit and for mutual comfort. She can never go and sleep in Sekhar 's bed. Her husband would ridicule her and never set aside that.

The answer came in the material body of a one workweek training program for military officer of his bank in Delhi which Kumar was asked to attend. Here was a chance for her to be alone with her son at home and comfort him. But, did she make bold to ! How could she make for herself to play that purpose ! Sudha was indeed confused.

On their first gear evening alone, after dinner party, they sat in the life elbow room on the couch and watched the TV. Sekhar watched a intelligence channel for few mo and then asked his mother. `` Do you want to look on anything special mom ?

'' Let us give birth some music, Sekhar. ``

He switched the channels and stopped at a medicine channel that played Bollywood Hindi songs and adjusted the volume to a low. They sat quietly for a while.

'' How is your new job and employment ? '' Sudha asked him.

'' It is fine, mom. No problems. ''

Again quiet reigned for a while.

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

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

'' Mom, you must have 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 suffer two shaver in quick succession and then terminate. He said that though it would be goon for a few years, both of you would grow up together and it would be lot easier later. ``

'' But initially it must feature 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 Twin Falls. For example, I had to tip you both and it was a tough job when both of you were hungry at the same time. '' She smiled as she recollected.

Sekhar felt an upheaval as his mother mentioned feeding. Next trice, he felt ashamed at getting excited.

'' There were prison term when your sister would n't let go and you cried out loud for milk and I had to manage both of you little Lucifer. Luckily, I had enough milk for both of you. '' She smiled.

'' But, Smita was mostly spry and less demanding. You ! You were a veritable Old Nick ! ''

Sekhar felt a foreign feeling of love well up for his mother and moved airless to her. She took his bridge player in hers and caressed it lovingly.

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

Sudha did n't find uncomfortable telling her grown up son about this. On the reverse, she was a little stimulate. She pressed his palm gently.

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

'' You would polish off feeding but sopor in that perspective and if I moved away, you would wake up and cry. '' Sudha did n't smile now and her voice shook a little. She held his hand a little tighter.

'' I slept like that, mom ? '' his hired 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 age for you to get over that substance abuse. ''

'' 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 middle wandering on her breasts and she felt her teat hardening and blushed.

'' Not just that. Even without milk, you loved sucking them. You did that for a foresighted metre '' She felt a tingle saying that.

Through the thin material of her blouse, he could see her nipples hardening. His own reaction were mixed. He felt very excited with mounting passion. At the same time his conscience gnawed at him with guilt.

They were reprieved by the shrill ringing of the telephone Vanessa Stephen. Sudha answered the speech sound. It was Kumar calling from Delhi. Sekhar left quietly for his way. By the time Sudha finished with the song, the lights were off in his room. Sudha finished the few pending chores and retired to her own bed about fifteen minutes later.

She could n't sleep the right way away. As she recapitulated the events of the evening, she felt strangely excited and disturbed. Did she really talk to her grown up son about his penchant for sucking her tits in his puerility ! Oh my god ! How he looked at her boobs and how her mamilla hardened. She was sure he noticed them too.

Without really meaning to her hands went to her blouse and unhooked it. Her full breasts, still shapely and attractive, bounced when released. She felt her fingerbreadth go to the pap which lengthened and hardened at her touch. Shutting her centre she let her fingers massage them.

Her dope have not been touched by a man for long ... her husband hardly interest in sex these twenty-four hours. They yearned for a male touch and love. Slowly she drifted into sleep.

In his bed, Sekhar too thought of the evening 's excitement. What his mom said was ingenuous enough. But then, why did it wind up him so much. Was there a sexual tinge or was it a figment of his resourcefulness ? The hardening of her nipples was very visible and that was not imagined !

The thought of her concentrated nipples possessed his mind ... took controller. Then, he thought of sucking those mamilla ... not as a child feeding in the past but as a man sexually aroused ! The image was so erotic and powerful that he masturbated immediately seeking a spill for his pent up passion.

The next day, after Sekhar left workplace and she finished her domestic help chores, Sudha sat for a piece gathering her thoughts. What had happened conclusion night was sort of confusing and she needed to psychoanalyze it. There was no doubt that she started the conversation innocently enough. She wanted to engage him and talked of what came to her head first.

But, as the conversation progressed, it had acquired a sexual undertone. The mantrap was that it came in so naturally and was accepted by both of them. Was it at their conscious floor or sub-conscious level ? Whatever it was, it was certainly not a figment of her imagination. Her pap hardened and became so spiritualist. And her son cast hungry flavor of lust at them.

May be this was what Smita 's telephone talking was all about. She talked of providing her miserable brother comforter. Did Smita allow him access to her dope 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 physical contact.

That was null short of incest and it was a taboo ; forbidden by their club. The very idea should have shocked her.

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

Her son was in a sad state and depression. His well-being was more significant than sensed sins or social tabu. After all, as Smita rightly said, they were the only women in his wasteland life now.

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

That nighttime they sat together again in the living room in front of the TV. As Sekhar watched the word, Sudha called her husband on phone and talked for a few minutes to secern him all was well. After the claim she returned to her place on the sofa next to her son.

While his mom talked to his dad, Sekhar observed her from the side, unobtrusively. His female parent was dressed in light pick colored sari and a ashen blouse. Her blouse material was very dilute and he could see that she was bra to a lesser extent. Her breasts were fully and shapely and he could see them, quite clearly, through the transparent blouse. Even the peak of her nipples were prominent.

The urge to meet those superbly breasts and feed on them had intensified in Sekhar beyond belief. Whole day, his thoughts returned to them, fourth dimension and again. He knew that it was faulty to even cerebrate in these origin but he was helpless. Such is the power of lust on formula humans !

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

'' It was okay mom, not too much work pressure level right now. '' He replied.

'' Good. So did you cerebrate of home and me ? '' She asked, smiling.

'' Many meter, mom and Sir Thomas More than you know. ''

He was seated to her left. She took his right hand in both her workforce and started caressing it tenderly.

'' severalise 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 finisher to her and his odd thigh touched her right thigh. Through the slender sari he felt the warmth and softness of her second joint. Her proximity was overpowering. He bent his head slightly and in a face on position rested his left cheek on her proper shoulder.

Sudha felt her son 's stubble tickle her collar.

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

Sudha was overwhelmed by his need and felt her heart swelling with lovemaking for her son ; her baby.

She lifted his right bridge player and placed its palm tree squarely on her left knocker.

Sekhar was absolutely enthral as he felt a chill run through him. His lovely mom offered him her boob ... the object of his desire and lust.

He gently squeezed her boob. The feeling was heavenly but the titty was too big for his decoration. He brought both hands to it and squeezed it, a short harder. A suspiration 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 sensible zone and Sekhar hit the spot, right on. His athirst work force pushed away her saree from her blouse and breast.

Her good knocker ensconced in the thin 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 womanishness, warmness and tenseness. It was a heavenly feeling 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 pharynx. This was not a infant but a man hungry for her body and its love. Sudha felt her own luxuria inspiration, in maliciousness of herself. Just as he wanted more, her body too wanted more.

With her own hired hand she unhooked her blouse, turned partly to her odd and offered her nude bosom in all their resplendency to her son. Grateful to his mother for her celestial natural endowment, Sekhar 's hands took passionate self-will of them.

He found her big and engorged nipples extremely attractive and pinched them lightly between his thumb and index finger. His thumb caressed the tip of his mom 's nipple with a lot of lovemaking. His early handwriting was busybodied fondling the former boob. Sudha moaned softly as pleasure and pain shot through her.

Oh God ! What was Sekhar doing to her old bosom ! They were so sensible to his touch and flirt and she felt erotic love and Passion of Christ in his touch ; the kind of feeling she had almost forgotten. He loves my dummy and he is making me experience like a Young, suitable woman, once again, she thought ! She wanted him to do more to her bouncy and broad tits.

Holding his head from behind gently with her hand, Sudha pulled her son to her panting and naked bosom. His hot sassing sought and found its target ... her in good order nipple and his lip clamped on to it even as his tongue licked it and the besiege nimbus. As his playful tongue wet it fast, her nipple grew even bigger into his hungry and wet lips.

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

Sudha was aghast but incapacitated. Her conscience shouted a loud 'stop'but her body begged for more. Before she could really draw up her mind, his palm found her agglomerate covered in all those layers of wearable and protected in her damp panties. With young ebullience and mounting mania his laurel wreath squeezed his mother 's pussy.

That act of willpower was the proverbial in conclusion stubble. Sudha 's own hand groped and found her son 's legs and the big tent in his pajamas. Greedily, she grabbed her son 's operose peter. Without meaning to, she compared instantly her son 's big, pulsating bloomer to her married man 's ageing, semi hard, smaller cock.

Blind with raw passion, Sekhar kept squeezing his mom 's juicy kitty while sucking hard at her pap. Sudha stroked his hard cock furiously. When the dam fusillade, it literally flooded both of them and they came with whimper, moans and cries. Sudha fell on her back on the sofa and her son 's read/write head rested on her bosom.

She was the first to recover. When she looked at her son, she could see the beginning of guilt as he lowered his eyes. No son, that should n't chance, I wo n't give up that to find, she told herself. We both are in this and we are going to enjoy this without any guilt !

'' Oh, Godhead ! Did I need that ! I loved every bit of it. promise 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 15 minutes later that Sudha returned to the living room. She was dressed in a pinkish nightie with maroon flowers and looked very adorable and lively. Sekhar changed to shorts and T shirt.

Sudha hugged her son and his arms went around her. Their eubstance molded into each former and there was zilch matronly about that hug. She loved the bulge that rubbed against her crotch and he loved the big breasts that squashed against his breast. His left script rested on the small of her back and his right roamed on her big, adorable ass.

'' slumber in my bed, Mom, please ! '' He pleaded.

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

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

They walked together to his bed room.

Sekhar switched off the primary lamp and the Nox lamp was on. Sudha settled down comfortably on her son 's bed and Sekhar joined her on her go out side. They both assumed a side on stead facing each other.

Sudha caressed his cheek gently, his husk tickling her balmy deal and ruffled his hair fondly with her other bridge player. Sekhar moved his face close to his mother 's ; very close.

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

Sudha moved her straits fractionally closer so that their mouth brushed each other.

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

When a man and woman kiss good on the sass, everything else is forgotten. Does n't weigh what their family relationship is, it is immaterial. While kissing passionately they are just a man and woman stroking each other 's sexual desires and fires. They are reduced to a very basic and fundamental equation of the universe !

After a twain of minutes they broke off.

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

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

Several hours later, Sudha woke up. It took her a few s to realize where she was. She was insipid on her book binding. Her son lay on her left face, his compensate cheek resting on her pull up stakes tit, his left leg confuse across her breadbasket and his semi hard cock poking her side. He was good asleep and his mother sighed contentedly and she too returned to sleep.

Next day Sekhar left for work in soundly sunniness, kissing his female parent on her brass before leaving. During the day, Sudha 's idea returned to the dark 's events again and again. She knew that they had crossed a verge. female parent and son have now entered the veto territory and this was a one way street. You just can not go back ; only forward.

As the more aged phallus in this family relationship, it was for her to control how far ahead they went and how fast, she thought. That she would mollycoddle in incest, let alone even think about it, was unthinkable, in her past. But, that was the way of life ; throwing surprises and making the unexpected happen !

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

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

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

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

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

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

'' Come closer and whisper 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 piddling devil you were ! '' She said playfully.

Without boost delay, they got up, switched off the TV and lights and moved to his bed way. Once inside he hugged his mother tightly and a very unaccented moan escaped her.

Sekhar 's thought of nothing but the bare tit, naked second joint and the mound of his mother the whole day. Sudha 's thoughts returned time and again to the fondling and sucking of her mamilla by her son, his medal on her pussy and her hand pumping his big, laborious cock. Thus, both were pretty charged up by the evening.

So, when they hugged, there was a sense of urging in the act that got communicated between the mother and her son. Sekhar tightened his blazonry around her, his depart palm resting on her smooth upper backbone and his flop palm resting squarely on her polish waist, his fingers lightly digging in. Sudha held her son in equally tight embrace, enjoying the adept of her full bosom getting squashed against his all-inclusive, secure chest.

In such tight bosom, they started kissing hard. Sekhar was the first to protrude, finding his mother 's lower lip with his thirsty lips and sucking at it eagerly. To him it tasted like a lollipop ; sweet and juicy ! He pulled in Thomas More of her lip into his oral fissure and sucked with gravid hunger.

Sudha was in heaven. It had been several old age since her husband kissed her full on the mouth. Even when he did, she was always turned off by his smoking car 's lips and the sense of taste & smell of tobacco plant ! For the first fourth dimension, she was now being kissed by a non smoke Thomas Young man whose mouth was both refreshed and athirst. It was so salutary and different ! !

She reacted by kissing him back ! She slipped her tongue into his hungry mouth and made contact with his tongue. Their spit touched, withdrew and touched again in quick succession and started playing with each other. Then, her glossa started exploring his hot, wet mouth.

Sudha felt her son loosening his embrace a footling. Even as she wondered why, she felt his hands between them pulling her sari away from her blouse and unfurling it. As it dropped in a mint at her infantry, she felt his digit unhooking her blouse. Sudha did not deliver a bra underneath and Sekhar 's script quickly grabbed her entire breasts 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 and naked breasts squashed against his grueling and hairy dresser, she moaned loudly. Her nipple which had already grown hard and set up loved the hotshot of his chest hairs caressing them.

Moving together, they inched towards the bed. Sudha loosened her arms and sat on the edge of the bed, her full breast heaving with Passion. In that sitting berth, she pulled her son close. Sekhar was dressed in E. B. White shorts and there was a big prominence which was now in layer with her face.

Next sec, the gibbosity made a link with her nerve. Sudha 's hands grabbed his boxershorts, tugged at the rubber band band and pulled them down his second joint. Her son was clad now in just a blue Jockey underclothing which had a big tent in front. Her handwriting grabbed his fully erect and rock hard celestial pole shape in the front man and brought her own face against it.

Sekhar 's hands grabbed his mother 's head from the sides and pulled it towards him. Sudha slipped her fingers into the pliant band of his underclothes and eased it off his body, pulling it down and releasing his highly agitated, Thomas Young cock. As it sprang complimentary and hit his mother 's face on her left cheek, it was Sekhar 's bit to moan aloud.

Sudha 's hands went to puzzle out with love and urgency. With her left palm she cupped his sensitive sized orchis and with her in good order hand she gripped the al-Qa'ida of his heavy phallus. She looked at his pink helmet lovingly for a few seconds. She could clearly see the diminutive puss at the tip and a little dribble of viscous pre cum.

Lovingly, she rubbed his cock head all over her own beautiful face. As the hot rod rubbed her boldness and Chin, they both felt their lecherousness mounting up. Next second base, Sudha 's full lips made their number 1 contact with her son 's cock. She moved her head slowly, in such fashion that his hammer head rubbed along the wax distance of her wet back talk. Then her lips closed around it.

Sekhar shivered when he felt his mother 's tongue lick the entire surface of his helmet lovingly. Then her glossa advanced a minuscule and lapped at its rim and the cutis. Sudha took a little of his hard shaft into her rima oris and sucked at it with a lot of passionateness. She adored absolutely the feel of his intemperate, hot, young tool in her oral fissure and sucked it greedily.

He was flying. Even in his wildest dreams he never imagined this. This was the first meter in his life that he experienced the delight of having his cock sucked. That it was his own beautiful mother 's mouth that was sucking his cock had, indeed, doubled the joy. Overcome with passion, he grabbed his mother 's jet black hair and pushed to a greater extent of his cock into her hot, yielding mouth.

Sudha choked for a second, sputtered and pushed him away from her mouth. She took a oceanic abyss breath and said, `` Do n't decease me, Sekhar. Let me do it properly, okay ? ``

Holding him by his soused wing and butt, Sudha opened her wet mouth wide and slowly took in most of his hard cock into her backtalk. She held the ease of the cock remaining outside her mouth in a tight grip of her clenched fist and started sucking in aright earnest. She moved it all over the inside of her back talk, licked it with her tongue and sucked it. At some point his helmet rubbed against her roof of the mouth too.

Sekhar 's hands caressed his mother 's haircloth and neck as he soared high and higher into the heavens. Without his realizing it, his mother took the good distance of his engorged pecker into her very wet, hot, passionate mouth 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 cock felt so good in her mouth, how much more than heavenly would it feel in her hot, ruttish cunt. Just the bare thought of his hard Phallus in her cunt made Sudha dizzy with desire and set off tiny muscle spasm in her.

Danton True Young Sekhar was also in a spell. His mother is incredible, he thought, as she sucked his tool with such rage. He could feel his own explosion approaching fast. He was making phone that were moan and suspiration and felt as if his entire blood supply was rushing into his crotch. It was a roller coaster ride and suddenly he felt the free fall, down a very steep incline, the ground rushing at him.

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

Sudha felt the jet of hot sperm shooting into her sassing and into her throat. In all her long time of marriage, she never experienced anything remotely resembling this sensation. Though she had sucked her husband a few times, it was aught like this at all. What amazed and pleased her immensely was the spermatozoon her son shot into her back talk ... the quantity and quality ! The hot cum tasted delicious and the hot jet surprised her.

When he was totally expend, she sucked away the hold out drop from his now half hard penis and released him. Sekhar moved away from his mother and fell on to the bed, totally dog-tired. Sudha stood up and went to the bathroom. When she shut the door behind her, the first thing she did was to look at her own image in the mirror above the wash basin.

Her haircloth was disheveled, her cheeks were slightly puffed and there were very light contusion on her boobs. At the box of her mouth there were belittled 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 pick towel.

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

Sekhar immediately turned on his side and kissed his female parent on her cheeks.

Sudha turned slightly away and offered him her mouth.

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

He kissed her difficult and deep.

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

'' Not funny, it is pleasant-tasting. '' She smiled again.

They drifted into sleep.

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

As her middle got adjusted, she saw her son sitting at her ramification. With a thrill, she realized that he managed to move out her petticoat. His aspect 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 sassing reached her panties clad mound now and he slowly put his face on it.

Sekhar experienced a enormous shiver as his face gently rubbed itself against his mother 's panties covered cunt. He felt the soften President George W. Bush of her pubic fuzz covering her cunt. He could see tufts of her pubic hair through the sides of her pantie. He then smelt her cunt. It was a strong olfaction, not very nice but strangely intoxicating. He also felt heat ; heating system emanating from her cunt and radiating through the panties.

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

Sudha opened her legs a little wider, involuntarily. When Sekhar inserted his finger's breadth into the band of her damp panties and started pulling them down, she lifted her ass lightly to serve him. He pulled her panties down and threw them away.

Next minute, he rubbed his font against her hairy puss and kissed it.

Sudha had a shameful bush of pubic tomentum whose shaving off was overdue. Sekhar reached for it with both handwriting and found her outer lips. With a thumb on each lip, he gently pried them apart, even as Sudha opened her legs wider. For the start time, her pink wet inner lips revealed themselves to him.

He bent his headspring to the possibility and kissed her unfold dent and inner mouth. Sudha shivered a little with delight and anticipation. It was then that he let his tongue dart into her cunt for the first time. He tasted his mother 's cunt with a relish. It was like tasting a sour clear soup. It was a strange, bitter dulcet taste. His clapper went veracious in and lapped up her cunt.

Sudha 's reaction was immediate and strong. Her hired hand reached out for his caput and pulled it harder against her delta. She spread her thigh wide so that her cunt could open itself completely to her son. She lifted her ass a little more so that her mound could labour unvoiced against his typeface.

Excited by his mother 's reaction, Sekhar pushed himself against her cunt and applied his sass and tongue in aright earnest. He started eating her delicious, hot, juicy kitty-cat. This was so good and so exciting as compared to when he did this to his wife Aruna ! Then it was a command from her and a labor ... a task he performed without enjoying it.

Here, with his lovely mother, this was love and lust, passion and desire, all combined into a heady mix. Sudha was in paradise. It was ages since she had experienced anything like this ! ! Her hunger, which was suppressed for a long time, had surfaced again now. And it was being fed by none other than her young, potent son in a most exquisite fashion !

Feeling the beginning of a big orgasm, Sudha started humping her son 's font and mouth with her cunt, her pelvic arch raising and falling steadily. In just a couple of minutes, Sudha had her biggest coming in a foresightful clip 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 redress ribbon reached for her tumesce pussy and squeezed it gently near the puss while his allow hand rubbed the component above the slit and the vaginal bend there. He slipped his right forefinger into her very wet and hot slit and started wiggling it.

For the first time, he felt the size of his mother 's slit and confidently slipped in his mediate finger too. Sekhar had long and shapely digit of sensitive heaviness and covered with smuggled hairs. Sudha was now dizzy again with her son 's digit fully into her horny twat and doing marvel to it.

'' Yes ! Sekhar ! Yes ! movement them fast ; run them all around mama 's cunt. Make me cum ! ! ``

Her words were the result of raw mania and long suppressed need. She was in hysteria and her son 's magic digit took her to yet another explosive orgasm in quick succession.

'' Aahaaaaaa abbaaaaaa ... ''

His mother 's whimpering was music to his ears.

Totally spent, mother and son fell into each early 's wanton embrace and into bass sleep.

Let me take you back to Aruna.

While Sekhar 's Sister and female parent came to his delivery and started taking 'good tutelage'of his strong-arm and emotional needs, with Aruna matter were different.

Once they separated, Aruna immersed herself totally in her pro work. At the office, she started putting in yearn hr and some fasting and fresh workplace. This, coupled with her technical competence, ensured that her work was completed ahead of schedule while meeting all the quality norm. She quickly made a figure for herself.

There was only one job. She hardly got on well with anyone. She was not a good team player but a lone wolf. In IT sector, most companies work through squad. Aruna 's bitchiness and haughtiness and her propensity to dominate were a big problem for her peers and hirer. She was often shifted from team to squad as her bosses were loathe to letting her go.

At home, her parents apprehensive about her future. All communications between Sekhar and Aruna, and also between their families, broke down totally. And no one in their family or supporter rotary volunteered to mediate or help. The panorama of a divorce were looming large. As Aruna spent Thomas More and Thomas More fourth dimension at work, her parents got more and more worried.

At the spot, the top direction finally came to the decision that Aruna was not suitable for team work. They posted her as a extra supporter to the Director ( Client Services ) - forty three yr old Gopal Krishna, known to everyone by his dead name Gopi. Brilliant estimator engineer who excelled in problem solving & trouble shooting ; Gopi was also known for his eccentricities.

It was indeed a promotion in damage of pay and fringe benefit and Aruna looked at it as a new challenge. She was thrilled by the prospect of fundamental interaction with several big node and also possible assignment abroad. Her parents were glad that she was at least doing well in her pro life.

After she reported to Gopi, he asked her to carefully go through all the client ill of the retiring six months, carry out a detailed analysis and make a report giving her recommendations for betterment. He asked her to submit the report on Friday morning, three 24-hour interval away.

Aruna worked arduous, day and night, and had the written report ready on her Boss 's desk by Thursday morning ; twenty four 60 minutes ahead. So, when her chief called her on the intercom to amount down to his cabin, she went expecting high praise.

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

'' I worked hard to complete it and render it ahead of sentence. '' She sounded wild, even to herself.

'' Respect ! ! I am your aged and your knob. You would address me 'sir'. I do n't give a bull about all that starting time name BS of HR, Okay ? '' He was loud, underbred and angry.

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

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

Aruna felt as if she were slapped. This was the first fourth dimension that mortal at the office treated her so badly. Her expression flushed and tears flooded her heart with rage. She wanted to squall back. But she knew he was big dig, a managing director. He can sound off her out in a flash and the net affair she wanted now was to lose her job.

So, she kept her head bowed down and silent.

'' Okay ! I will let go this meter. construct sure that from now on, you follow my didactics precisely. You can impress me only by doing that. Is that clear ? '' He sounded ominous.

She kept mum and nodded her head slightly.

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

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

'' Yes Sir ! It is clear to me. I will watch your instructions meticulously. '' She answered in a earn, soft and slavish tone.

'' OK ! Go now. ``

When she returned to her cabin, it took her a few instant to recover her sang-froid. Her first response was to anathemize her fortune for ending up with this dinosaur at the office. God ! How he hurt her and treated her like malicious gossip ! Called her report a shite report without even glancing at it ! He is a crashing idiot that is what he is, she thought ! A typical prehistoric MCP !

But, wait a second ! When he addressed her 'girl'in that derisive way, he reminded her of her Uncle. For a few seconds there, she felt the nuisance and the bang. It was almost like being with uncle ! cum to think of it, even physically, Gopi was a lot like her uncle. Tall, well built, dominating personality, very fast-growing ! Her ire died down quickly.

An hour later, he summoned her to his cabin again. She was shit scared. She thought he would foot a lot of muddle in her report, make some more derogatory remark and scrap her report.

She walked in apprehensively.

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

She sat down, still on her guard.

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

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

'' There are a pair of country where you could have done better. '' He went on to explain the areas and how she could have done better.

Aruna was impressed ! Her boss was right ! She should have thought of those things too !

'' Keep doing such estimable work and we will get along alright. Okay girl ? ``

There again ! ! That Lapplander mannikin of addressing - 'girl'!

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

At the end of her first brush with her knob, Aruna experienced both nuisance and pleasure ... after a long time ! !

Over the future month, Aruna immersed herself totally in work. Her study life sentence was like a Roller Coaster ride ; thanks to her highly unpredictable chief ! She was down in dumps & up flying heights ... all in a day 's work. The highlighting of the month was the 'Big Party'.

One of their top customer from USA had visited them. The visitors comprised of three very fourth-year executive. During their three day visit, there were some group meeting which her Boss attended. Aruna was both scared and please when her boss asked her to accompany him to those group meeting. She was one of the very few Junior who were asked to attend those meetings. This pleased her a majuscule deal.

On the live on day of the sojourn, her company hosted a dinner for the visiting VIPs at a 5-star hotel. That good afternoon, Gopi called her to his cabin and asked her to go to the dinner. Aruna was really thrilled.

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

'' Yes Sir. '' Aruna wondered how she was going to make out. She called her mom on earphone and sought her help.

The dinner that evening went off well. The visitor had signed a big deal with Aruna 's company earlier and everyone was glad. Aruna dressed well in a illumination pink embroidered saree with a lovely matching blouse. She wore her saree low revealing her beautifully round navel and accentuating her melt off waist and fuddled butt.

All had a drink too many and there was a bit of tongue loosening. Gopi was in an expansive mood and spoke well of Aruna in the presence of the other Directors.

It was almost midnight by the time the party was over and Gopi offered to drop off Aruna which she gladly accepted. They sat in the well-to-do back seat of his luxury car and Aruna gave the number one wood directions to her place.

'' It was a good company. I am glad it went off well. Did you like it, girl ? '' Gopi did voice satisfied.

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

'' It is okay girl. You will go places. '' As he said that he just patted her on her thigh.

It was a mere, harmless gesture.

But two affair made it special for Aruna. It was their first strong-arm contact and his big hand patting her thigh sent a shiver through her.

But, what was more authoritative and substantial - the paw stayed there. Yes ! His big palm tree stayed on her warm thigh and did n't leave it. Aruna was very lots aware of this and she literally held her breathing space waiting for the next move.

His big ribbon just gripped her warm, smooth young thigh ! Gripped it ! His finger's breadth dug into its mildness ! It hurt her and she winced but did n't make any sound for fear of attracting the device driver 's attention. Next minute, he let her go.

During the next one week memories of that political party and that car ride back plate lingered on in her idea. It was also during the hebdomad that Aruna made efforts, discretely, and gleaned some information about her boss.

Gopi was 44 year old and a highly qualified estimator professional ; excelling in both hardware and package. He was married to Lalitha, a good looking, well educated and socialite woman. Being the only daughter of her wealthy parents, Lalitha was deep in her own right. She was a well known socialite spending her time equally on arts and charities.

They have a 14 year old son. Aruna had also heard on the grapevine that Gopi and his married woman drifted apart in the last few years and all was not well with their marriage. She also heard that Lalitha had put her foundation down firmly against a separation and they agreed to carry on the pretense of a well-chosen marriage.

When she came to recognise these details Aruna felt sad for her boss. Despite all his butch image and bravado, he too was suffering from a failed married couple like her ! Aruna empathized with him. She wondered if her boss knew about her own plight. Probably not ! She was too humble a fry in his universe !

A few days later Gopi called her to his cabin.

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

She had only heard the figure vaguely and said so.

'' They are a big, California based company. show up everything you can about them. We are going there future calendar week. We will be away for a month or so. Get in touch 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 ship's company ! Wait a minute ! What were her Boss 's accurate parole ! !

'' We are going there next week. ''

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

Aruna was both scare off and elated. Here was her big hazard to grow professionally. But, for a calendar month, she has to survive her unpredictable boss and his eccentricities. First thing first ! Aruna rushed to the HR section for the logistics.

At domicile her parents were happy for her. Here was something to celebrate and take her mind away from her failed matrimony !

Ten daytime later, Gopi and Aruna landed at the SFO airport. To Aruna everything about America was amazing. She fell in love with the beautiful & famous Golden Gate span and the breath taking view of the Bay from there.

Her company owned a nice 4 bedroom house a few mil north of the Golden logic gate. This was used by the company executives whenever they visited the Bay field. A Mexican family took care of the weekly cleanup and alimony of the house.

Gopi was familiar spirit with the place and milieu, having visited many times earlier. When they arrived there on a Sunday daybreak they were glad to see that everything was cleaned up and spic and twosome. The fridge was stocked with Milk, yogurt, eggs, butter, crush & gelatin etc. In the pantry they found four unlike varieties of grain and tonic breads - Theodore Harold White and chocolate-brown and other various items.

The caretaker had left a bank note saying that they were the only guests and indicated which bedchamber were made ready for them. Their bed room were on the inaugural base and next to each other. Gopi took the slightly bigger room and Aruna the adjacent one. They went down, had a straightaway breakfast of nut, toast and cereal. They were both tired after the long journey.

'' Let us watch up with a few hours sleep and wake up by luncheon time. '' Gopi said and they went to their several rooms.

The first base week in USA literally left Aruna breathless. The work at the node 's place was very challenging. Her respect for her boss had gone up by respective notches after seeing him in action. His analytical and problem solving skills were amazing 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 company 's Lexus with comfort and took her around on a drive. Aruna had her starting time flavor at the big city by night. After an hour 's drive around, they went to a tea cozy Indian restaurant. They had deluxe magnetic north Indian dinner and ate it with red wine-colored. Aruna was literally famished and so ate and drank a little more than her normal quota.

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

They sat down in the support room ; Gopi on the big lounge and Aruna on an well-fixed death chair.

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

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

As they sipped the tasty cognac, Gopi asked, '' Are you well-chosen, girl ? ``

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

'' Come and sit here. I ca n't hear you clearly from there. '' He patted the space on the frame future to him.

Aruna went there and sat side by side to him.

He looked at her and she felt his centre darting over her organic structure ; from foreland to toe. She felt his eyes disrobing her and examining her critically.

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

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

He looked a little cark. Suddenly he said, `` You are okay except for the tits. You have no tits, girlfriend. '' 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 oeuvre and he was actually talking about her body ! !

'' Yes. I would own loved magnanimous tits but no trouble. You have a very sozzled looking ass with minor boldness that is quite appealing to me. I might fancy that, girl ! ``

Aruna was aghast and turned crimson red. She thought her rude uncle was an exclusion. But now, her big honcho was also talking to her as if she were a street side slut ! ! ire coursed through her. Next second, she cautioned herself. What is the big mountain ! Let him talk rough a bit. He was after all her genus Bos and in add control condition. She was at his mercy and adept 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 lieu. Grabbing her T shirt he pulled it off over her head roughly. Before Aruna could respond, his hands went to her jeans, undid the button and unzipped it.

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

Gopi slapped her hard on her depart cheek ! It was a stinging slap that hurt like hell. She just could n't believe it ! Her high up tech boss behaving like a goonda ( a roughneck ) and molesting her in the party guest house in Golden State ! ! This ca n't be happening !

Scared, Aruna tried to run away from him. That was another mistake because her blue jean were now half way down her legs and she tripped and fell matted on the carpeted floor. She was stunned. future moment, she felt him pulling off her denim. She was clad now only in her disgraceful panty and black bra.

'' semen on Baby ! You want it badly ! Do n't make it hard for yourself. I know you are separated from your husband. Your cunt must be really hungry. '' His grin was hideous.

As if to right for the approximative handling so far, he gently lifted her off the floor and laid her on the couch. He sat future to her bow down material body and gently ran his helping hand over her tear streak facial expression, her redden brass. He took a facial nerve tissue paper and wiped her face gently, cleaning off the weeping. His manpower were now very gentle.

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

'' My short baby, '' he mumbled and then brought his sassing down on hers.

As Gopi kissed her, Aruna drifted into a highly disconnected state. She was so angry, upset and hurt with his initial beastly behavior that caused her immense pain. But the last few minutes were rapt ! His bridge player caressing her aspect so gently and then this kiss !

Yes ! This kiss of his was just unconvincing ! !

No one ever kissed her so well. His lips actually munched her lips and his rough tongue had a long range. It went to the sensitive, unexplored nook of her mouth and the tip made a few quick notch at the soft entrance to her throat. Those toss sent shivers down her rachis. She was n't even sure if he was kissing her now or stopped. Her eye were closed !

His fingers were so deft that she did n't even bring in that her bra and scanty were pulled off. Next second, he held her by her slim 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 hands ran all over her young body, getting the feel of her cutis, her flesh, her fat, her configuration and curves. His movements were truly exploratory and the wizard jot of his strong, long and shapely fingers soothed her like a salve. She forgot the in the first place painfulness ; it was only pleasure now.

She opened her eyes in time to see his right hired man grab her minor left tit in his ribbon and power play it. It was a appease squeeze for him but his hands were hard and strong. Aruna winced with pain.

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

'' A little only, '' she replied.

Still looking at her, he took her tit in both hand and squeezed them both - hard.

'' Noooooooooooooo ... '' Aruna howled with pain. Her boobs detriment like hell.

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

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

She felt his work force leaving her teat. She relaxed a bit as the pain in the neck started reducing.

Gopi 's fingers now reached for her small red coral pink nipples and tenderly caressed them. They responded to his deft relief and hardened. They also lengthened. Gopi rolled each nipple gently between his quarter round and forefinger. She loved the gentle tease.

Next arcsecond, he struck ! He pinched her pap hard and pulled them away from her chest- both nipples in one go ! !

Aruna cried out tawdry with pain. Her boob, particularly her pap were on fervor. It was a searing annoyance 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 rent filled eyes she saw his broad hairy chest of drawers and torso, his sinewy second joint. He was wearing Amytal colored jockey underwear that had a big bulge in battlefront.

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

Gopi moved closer to the bed and pulled up the naked girl into a baby-sit position. He pulled off his underclothes revealing his semifinal arduous pecker. It was dark brownness in color with a big garden pink helmet. As Aruna looked at it, she felt tremble running down her spine - the thrill were caused more by veneration than by pleasure.

She was scared because of the cinch of his cock. Though it was not longer than the average cock, it was unusually boneheaded. Much thicker than her uncle 's which was the benchmark for her. He held her head from behind loosely in his leave alone hand, while he held his cock in his right hired hand and rubbed it gently all over her face.

Aruna was nauseated by the unassailable male odor of his genitals. It was far hard now than it was with her uncle. His cock was slightly wet at the cunt with his precum. He first gave a slow swipe across her close down sassing. As she parted them instantly, he gave a reverse swipe. Though it excited her a piddling, she was scared and kept quiet.

Moving a small away and still holding her head with his left hand, he slapped her hard on both cheeks - respective hard smack alternating between her tender cheeks. Aruna howled and cried out tawdry with the infliction. This was something far more barbarous and painful than what she experienced with her uncle. This was cruelty and torture.

He suddenly stopped and shouted, '' outdoors your fucking mouth panoptic, you slut ! ``

wishing to avoid further whipping, she opened her Edward Young hot mouth, as a lot as she could. He slipped his big, pink helmet into her mouth and she tongued it immediately. It was a reflexive action at law but what she did was just right for Gopi. He grunted in satisfaction. He let her bat it a few Sir Thomas More seconds and get used to its taste.

She loved its tart taste, its shape and size as she tongued it greedily. He gripped her head tightly in both his hands and pushed half his big cock into her hot, wet rima oris. She had to open her mouthpiece to its widest to take on his huge cock.

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

She obeyed. She sucked his shaft furiously. It was both an act of lecherousness and ira. Anger against him for treating her like a trollop ! Anger against her husband Sekhar who failed her ! angriness against her uncle who was subservient in her discovering her own enshroud want ! Anger against all those who called and treated her as a freak !

As she sucked, he pushed more dick into her mouth. His big putz was now fully into her mouth and it was a marvel that she had not choked ! She could n't suck now and she stopped for a minute to rest her aching sassing and jaws.

It was then that Gopi started fucking her mouthpiece. He pulled his tool almost to the entrance of her mouthpiece and the slowly moved it in, all the way. He started fucking her mouth with dim strokes so that her oral cavity accepted the onslaught more readily. She felt his right hand leaving her mouth and snaffle her wet and oozing kitty.

He squeezed her pussy with his aright palm, as if squeezing the juice out of an orange cut !

Suddenly he stopped fucking her mouth. He joined her on the bed and effortlessly pulled her light underframe over his body, as he lay on his back. Holding her slim waist between his big manpower 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 have his now fully erect, intemperate and egotistic cock in her mouth. As she sucked him faithfully and vigorously, he rewarded her.

Holding her smooth flanks between his big hands, he pulled her closely ass to his face and licked it with his rough clapper. As his lingua tip made its start physical contact with her conceited pussycat, she lifted her ass gamy and closer to him.

His lip then sought and found her young pussy and clamped on it. Luckily for her, it was clear shaven and shine - just the way Gopi liked ! He pried the pussy capable with both hands and pushed his rasping tongue into her. It went into her tight cunt, pushing and finding its way to her depths.

For a few s Aruna stopped sucking. Her whole body shook in a spasm. She felt Light headed and dizzy. What was happening was unbelievable and exquisite ! His big glossa was literally fucking her young, corneous and tight cunt better than any prick !

She sucked his putz with renewed zeal and vigour. Sensing the irrefutable alteration, Gopi 's hands grabbed her modest buttocks hard, bruising them, as his back talk literally sucked her young cunt into his rima oris. He ate her bitch with a relish.

In a couple of min, they both exploded. As he neared the degree of freeing, Gopi pulled her head word away, pulled out his cock and directed the jet of his cum to her chest of drawers, fount and head. As Aruna 's coming started, he continued eating her pussy there by prolonging her orgasm and its pleasure !

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

Her nerve were puffed and cherry pink. There was a belittled bite mug on her lower lip. Her small-scale titty were bruised and red finger marks were visible. They felt sore and very medium. Her jaws ached and so did her mouth. She looked down. Was it a figment of her imagination ? Her hill looked all swollen.

She took one terminal look at her face. It had a live up to spirit and a glow.

Aruna felt at peace with herself. She knew her boss tended to be a bruit and animate being at prison term and reveled at hurting her and causing pain sensation. But, he and more precisely his cock were capable of giving her hither to unsung and immense pleasure. For that, she would take any pain.

Back in the room, she found Gopi relaxing in a lounger, totally naked.

'' Go and get a nursing bottle of red vino, miss ! plectrum up some potato chipping and goober too from the larder. '' He was back to ordering her.

She returned in a few hour, wrapped in a bath robe and set everything on a small table. He opened the bottle and poured the vino. She pulled up a small stool from near the dresser and sat on it.

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

She flushed and nodded her head.

'' Your tits are lousy, too fucking minuscule, girl. But your cunt is good - hot, juicy and tight. ``

She felt everything - the insult & distress about her tits and the praise about her pussy.

'' It is so lie with tight ; I wonder what the fuck that loser of your married man did. Did he ever put his pecker in there, daughter ? '' His whole step was derisive and very insulting.

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

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

The chagrin was too a great deal for her and she got off from the BM to run away to her room. He was up in a trice and caught her near the door. He turned her around gently. adjacent second, he gave her a resounding slap that burnt her face with pain.

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

retention her by her slim waistline, he picked her off the floor and threw her, none too gently, on the bed, face down. As she tried to rebel he pushed her back on to the bed and held her there firmly with his powerful hands.

'' You skillful pursue instructions and do what I say. Otherwise, I would be very upset. Close your eyes and stay still. '' His representative whispered menacingly in her ear and Aruna nodded her forefront dumbly. She was truly frightened now.

She heard him leaving the bed but she did n't dare to afford her centre or move her head. She knew he was snug by and watching. She could hear his breathing.

He returned to the bed and there was a whisper auditory sensation. Before she realized what was happening, he bound and tied her wrists together behind her rachis with a melt off 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. low you cheat your husband by letting me eat your pussy and tits. Then you try to run away from me. I am going to punish you. '' His interpreter was ghost like and scary.

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

He did n't disappoint her. His concentrated palm smacked against her small buttock sounding like a gun shot. Pain shaft through her whole dead body and tears welled up in her eyes. The 2d sapidity was on the other buttock and a repetition of the for the first time. Left ... Right ... Left ... Right ... the shape followed without any let up - each smacking hard as a whiplash.

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

Suddenly she felt a cool, viscous liquid state poured on her burning buttocks and gentle hands spreading the liquid all over the maltreated surface of her cigaret. It felt very cool, soothing and heavenly ... more so after the acute pain a few moment earlier.

He massaged her bruised tooshie for a few proceedings and untied her hands. Holding her by her waist, he turned her over on to her cover and slipped a big mild pillow under her ass. Aruna opened her eyes and the 1st thing that greeted her was his rock hard, erect, thick cock swaying in the space.

In a flash, Aruna understood. This wolf can get punishing & raise only by beating and causing hurting to his partner ! Without that, his big pecker ca n't really function well !

Gopi held her stage 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 shoulders, he opened her thighs blanket ensuring that her minuscule cunt was now open to him.

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

Aruna forgot all the Holocene pain and humiliation.

Oh God ! ! How she loved his prospicient, thick and knockout slippery finger's breadth fucking her tight bitch ! It was unlike anything she had experienced in her animation thus far ! Whatever were the reasonableness for it ; this was virginal raptus that she wanted to go on forever.

He stopped after a few minutes and withdrew his finger's breadth. He then kneeled and positioned himself. With his left paw he held her pussy and his right bridge player held his tool. Holding the putz at its radix, he brought his pink and wet cock headspring to her slit. His go out thumb and index finger opened the wet slit and his cock head slipped into her miserly cunt.

Gopi pushed his thick cock, a little at a time, very slowly, so that young Aruna would not panic. He thus slid one-half of his peter into her and stopped for nearly a minute. Aruna felt the vast, thick demon violating her nearly virgin cunt but made no go nor dared to make a motion. When he stopped, her stretched vagina tried and adjusted itself to his girth.

Gopi slowly moved back his prick almost to the entrance and then commenced the inward stroke, gaining an additional centimeter or two. He repeated this process in the most accomplished way over the following five minutes till he lay fully buried to the hilt inside her very tight but hot and juicy cunt.

'' I am fully in, girl. '' He sounded well-chosen for the first prison term to her.

'' Yes ! '' she literally hissed.

He stayed buried to the hilt for yearn seconds and then started moving backwards slowly. He started fucking her now with pocket-size strokes. Aruna opened her legs widely and rested her ankles on his shoulders. As he stroked her, she raised her ass in bicycle-built-for-two to facilitate him and herself.

As his midst turncock moved like a well oiled piston in her tight cunt, Aruna enjoyed a actual dandy first piece of tail. This was what she wanted all along and here was this XL four class old high technical school, computer pro ; a brute and beast in the bed elbow room, giving her what she exactly needed.

As they fucked, Gopi felt her tight virginal cunt gripping his cock firmly on every stroke. He marveled at this splintering of a girl who has taken whatever penalization he had dished out and was now giving him a truly memorable screwing. He would never let go of this fille, if he could !

'' Shall I wear a binding now ? '' he grunted after a couple of minute, indicating he was going to speed up.

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

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

He quickened his strokes, sending Aruna into her most blissful, heavenly and long-lived orgasm. As her legs 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 side on.

When they woke up it was Sabbatum. Over the weekend, Aruna willingly became his submissive and did everything he asked. In the past times, Gopi had to buy the services of master claim girls for kinky sex. Here, he had, a very bequeath and fresh as a flower young fille as his confederate ! All she asked ( she did n't even ask but wanted ) was a honorable shag ! !

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 good. But now, get this right hand. We have come here to do some important company study. We are going to work hard during the week and we play during the weekend. ``

'' Yes Sir. '' She replied meekly.

Aruna was actually relieved too. She could n't take this kind of punishment and workplace simultaneously. What he said was the undecomposed thing to do. Work hard during the week and dally hard during the weekend.

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

Alone in her bed Aruna recalled fondly the gold mo of yesteryear two days. Her body was still sore and there were aches. Her pocket-size tits were still lightly bruised and sore. Her cunt was also sore from all the pounding it got from Gopi 's thick cock. Her tight ass still stung at every contact.

But, she was felicitous. She was very glad ! 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 dose of pain, she could never feel the delight. So, they were two of a kind !

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

Sudha was the firstly to wake up next break of day. She had such sound sleep that it took her a minute to think the explosive happenings of the previous Nox and the incredible oral sex they had. She looked fondly at her sleeping son and his beautiful, naked body before leaving the room quietly.

A couple of hours later Sekhar left for work and Sudha sat alone in the aliveness room and gathered her thought. First of all, she thought of the explosive night, recalling it in pictorial detail and savoring it. It was absolutely divine ... her oral sex with her son ! She loved the way his young mouth, lingua and his hard fingerbreadth made love to her hungry cunt. She felt at least ten years younger !

She also recalled the dainty smell and discernment of his young, hard and erect tool. 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 ! !

drive to his employment, Sekhar had similar mentation. He could still taste his female parent 's cunt ; feel her adorable knocker and thighs ! What a fantastic experience it was ! !

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

But, unfortunately for them, Murali choose to arrive that Saame good afternoon from Kumar 's native place. Murali is the for the first time first cousin of Kumar and quite finish to him. He stayed with them for a duo of days and attended to some work with governing offices related to his agricultural lands. By then, Kumar had returned from his tour.

Both mother and son were very let down. The momentum had built up, everything was going well and they were just a measure away ! ! But, in a way ; Sudha was relieved too. Would she have taken that final pace ! It looked so certain then, but now, she was n't sure. May be it was better this way. May be they needed more than fourth dimension !

A few daytime later, she had a telephonic conversation with her daughter Smitha.

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

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

'' Mom, I talked to Sekhar yesterday. He sounds very glad. ``

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

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

Sudha blushed. She was embarrassed too. How could she part with her daughter, or for that matter with anyone, what transpired between her and her son !

'' seminal fluid on mom ! Please tell me, I am dying to know. '' Her daughter persisted.

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

'' Mom, commend our deal ? No secrets 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 cloak-and-dagger and feelings with Smitha.

'' I am so happy for all of us. next time I get an opportunity, I will go all the way, mom. '' Smitha sounded so certain of herself.

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

Sudha was overwhelmed with a unknown emotion - a assortment of passion and compassion for her kid. She wanted to envelope them both in her embrace.

For Smitha, the chance came soon.

One day, while at oeuvre, Ravi got a claim from his cousin. Ravi 's uncle, who was the only brother of his male parent, had a spirit attack and was in a serious condition. His cousin-german asked them to get over right away. As that town was around 300 kms away and ill connected by Public transport, Ravi decided to drive his parents there to preserve time. He called Smitha on phone and explained the situation to her.

Ravi left with his parents by car around four in the afternoon. Smitha called her mom immediately and explained the berth 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 give by tomorrow. It is not worth the hassle for me to score the trip to your home for one day. Sekhar coming over here is much simpler. '' Smitha was very convincing.

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

Both mother and daughter knew what she was talking about.

'' All the best, '' her female parent said, softly.

Sekhar reached Smitha 's nursing home by half past times nine. By then, Smitha had finished all her task, spoke to Ravi on her Mobile and put her kid to catch some Z's. They sat on a sofa in the sustenance room and chatted. Smitha gave him the latest word on the condition of Ravi 's uncle. After a few minutes she got up.

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

She wore a soft, sluttish pink nightie and as she climbed the stair her shapely and tight buttocks rolled in a very tempting way. From close behind her, Sekhar could see the vague shape of her step-in and the straps of her bra. He felt a strong urge to catch his sister.

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

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

Sekhar sat down on the single death chair and took store of things.

Their terminal showdown was at his parents'place and in the bed. On that occasion, he fondled her breast and sucked them and she did a hand job on him. It was all like a dream and happened in sleep. At to the lowest degree, a theatrical role of it ! Sometime during that episode, he woke up and became aware of her teat in his hands. Then, he continued to fondle those incredible mammilla of his babe, fully wake up, though he feigned sleep. He was fully conscious of his actions.

But, his sister was sound asleep. She probably thought it was a ambition. She grabbed his hard cock, pumped it and blew him. That was a reflexive action. In her eternal rest, she probably thought it was her married man Ravi and his cock and pumped it sleepily. Yes ! That was what had happened !

Wait a minute ! Was that what happened ? ? He tried to recall those second precisely. There was nothing sleepy about her actions ! Though her center were shut and she looked asleep, her grip on his turncock was firm and inviolable. She moved her bridge player rhythmically ; her stroke was measured and methodical ! intellection of it now, he was almost sure it was deliberate.

Yes ! That is the key word ! Deliberate ! What if Smitha was also awake like him and feigned sleep ? What if she did that deal job on his hammer 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 potential ! Does Smitha fancy him ? Would she allow him to do matter to her beautiful, hot soundbox ? How far would she allow him ? There is only one way to come up out. Tonight was an fantabulous opportunity to do so. He looked up at the wall 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 omen !

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

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

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

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

'' Ok ! Tell me something. You look practically happier these days. What is the private ? '' She smiled knowingly.

'' Things going alright at the oeuvre and so I am happy. '' He replied.

'' And mom is taking salutary upkeep of you, right ? '' She said it very softly, moving a small closer to him.

'' Yes ! She is truly unbelievable, 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 brother in a light embrace.

He let his weapon circle her and held her to him ; taking precaution not to rush.

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

He waited for her chemical reaction with clobber breath.

As if In answer, she tightened her subdivision around him. It was no longsighted a harmless hug between a pal and sister. It moved to a different airplane ... the titillating plane.

Her young, bouncy, tight, full boobs pressed themselves hard against his chest ; squashing themselves. His palms dropped down to her ass and grabbed her round, full buttocks greedily. His manus started a teasing caress of her butt ; roaming all over it.

Smitha lifted her fountainhead and looked into her pal 's middle. They were full of Passion and luxuria. As she looked on, they seemed to channelise the vivid desire through the looks. Her rosy lips quivered and her mouth opened a trivia when Sekhar brought his hungry mouth on hers.

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

Even as they kissed, his peter hardened and sprang up, forming a tent. Smitha felt the hardness pressing against her breadbasket through the stratum of wear. Her own passions intensified and she could sense the passion and wetness in her womanhood.

push Sekhar away, Smitha quickly untied her nightie and let it fall to her feet. She gestured to her brother and Sekhar removed his T shirt & blue jean. He now had only jockey shorts on and was bare chested. Smitha looked very sexy clad in a black panties and a bra. When she saw her brother 's hairy chest, she went weak in knee joint with desire.

Smitha pushed her comrade to the bed and gestured him to sit on it with his substructure resting on the base. She walked closer to him and stood in front man of him. She rested her hands lightly on his shoulder ; one on either and looked into his eyes.

Sekhar was mesmerized. Her aphrodisiac body with its satin smooth mediocre hide was very close now. Her insipid tummy with its perfectly shaped and located trench navel was level with his boldness and just a few inch away. Further up, her perfect and tight boobs held in trinity by her black bra with the one-half moons spilling over the cups were beckoning. His mind recorded the fact instantly that Smitha 's tits were not only much openhanded than Aruna 's but little than his mother 's, they were also the wet and best of the three.

As if reading her brother 's thought process, Smitha reached behind, unhooked her bra and threw it on the bed. Her full moon breasts swayed with delectation on being released from their restraint and stood out proudly with absolutely no droop. Her semi hard pink and inkiness nipples were at the exact centre of her perfectly circular unaccented Robert Brown aureole.

Bending slightly and holding her brother 's head in her hands, Smitha just pressed her boobs against his face. Sekhar 's thirsty mouth clamped on to her right tit while his result hand grabbed her left tit. When he started kissing her mamilla lightly, Smitha moaned and hissed, `` Suck ! Suck them hard. Eat my teat, crony. ``

sensing her urgency matched his, Sekhar got into strong-growing suck of his baby 's bouncy nipple. Their density and niggardliness drove him screwball. Without realizing it his teeth started taking minuscule collation.

He felt her hands suddenly releasing his head and pushing him away from her pinhead. Before he could protest, she moved a fiddling finisher and still standing, rubbed her step-in clad snatch against his face. The force of her cumulation pressing itself against his face was galvanising.

Her panties was muffle with her own juices and fret. It gave away a spark, pungent fragrance that was strangely intoxicating. As his mouth kissed the panties, Smitha pulled them off herself and let them drop. In one go, she pressed her pussy punishing against her brother 's face.

Holding his Sister by her smoothen shank and wing, Sekhar lapped at her mound. It was quiet, clear shaven and compact. His tongue and lip got busy and found the small slit that was just dull outside but wet with her juices a few millimeters inside. His tongue caressed the dent, licking it tenderly, even as his hands pried open her Lester Willis Young pussy lightly.

As his tongue found its Saint Mark, she pushed more and Sekhar 's hands slipped on to her bouncy buttocks and pulled her in. His tongue went deeper into her cunt and licked her tight vaginal passage and his correctly handwriting moved to the front while his left stayed on her ass. His quarter round moved around and found her small but excited and stiff clitoris and rubbed it.

'' Ahhaaa ! ! Sekhar ! lap brother ! Lick and eat my pussy ! It is all yours now. Fuck me with your fingers. I want it all. '' Hearing his Sister talk dirty was so shocking and rouse ! He loved every word of it.

As his fore finger slipped inside her churning cunt and joined his tongue, he chomped on her snatch lips with his sass as if sucking her puss into his mouth. Smith felt herself being driven looney by his hungry eating. Her compensate script dropped down, groped wildly and found his shorts and the big bulge in it. She grabbed at it eagerly.

Sekhar 's go away hand, which was squeezing and mauling her bottom, probed between her ass cheeks and his forefinger made contact with her rose bud. Smitha was shocked instantly with the for the first time touch. His finger tip started a caress of the rosebud and a tickling of the puckering. Unknown to him, he touched a very sensitive field and his activeness heightened her love further.

Moving quickly away from him for a second, Smitha pulled up her Brother, grabbed the band of his short pants and eased it quickly over his rampant turncock. Fully raw and hot with desire, brother and sister hugged tightly and moved to the bed in unison.

Smitha fell savorless on her back, her head resting on a pillow, her genu hang and raised and her legs afford. Sekhar got into lieu between her legs, sitting on his knees. His big work force grabbed her silken smooth thighs and slowly opened them further a little wider. Slowly he pushed her raised knee joint towards her shoulders. She was wide open now and her pinko flower was all his to fuck !

With his Sister observance and wait, Sekhar rubbed his rooster head all over the taboo twat, as if in caress. Next second gear, it found the eager, slightly wet and open entrance to her cunt.

Slowly he pushed his rooster into his sister 's sexy, hot, wet and tight cunt.

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

This was a dream cum genuine for both of them.

Sekhar was desperately hungry with idle erotic thoughts all these day after their first encounter.

Smitha was equally hungry too, but for a unlike cause. She was hungry for a variety. She wanted sex with a man much younger than her hubby, more virile, more than endowed. Many a times, in the safe privacy of her bath room, she spoke to herself all those dirty thought process.

'' I want a boastful, longer and thicker pecker in my puss than yours Ravi ! I want it to sleep with me relentlessly, deep into me, unfold me and mark me at deepness 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 punishing and dirty, for a change. '' Saying these thing to herself she often masturbated.

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

The initial incursion was slow but pleasurable. Hesitatingly, Sekhar pushed his hard, rod like cock into the juicy, hot, smashed cunt of his honey sister ... slowly and steadily. She was very wet and receptive, and so, in a very short prison term, he was fully in. Buried to the hilt ; he rested his weight on his elbows, brought his lips to her stuff left nipple and started chewing it. His remaining palm tree cupped her mighty breast and fondled it ; pinching her compensate nipple.

Smitha felt the penetration. Her brother 's cock was only slightly thickset than her hubby 's, so her vaginal passage was stretched a little. What was more perceivable and delightful was the length. Sekhar 's was longer at least by a pair of in than Ravi 's ! The extra length made all the difference for youth, horny Smitha. His shaft went in far and deeply and when it finally rested, the tip and strawman end was buried in Virgo lands, unexplored till then.

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

'' Yes. It feels so fully and dear inside my twat. Fuck me skillful and tenacious but do n't hurry. '' She sounded very pleased.

Sekhar started fucking his sister as she wanted it ... with slow, turn over unforesightful strokes interspersed with a longsighted one between. That made the to the full stroke something extra and every fourth dimension he went all the way in, she grunted. Smitha wrapped her adorable legs around his waistline thereby pulling him in even deeper. In a couple of minutes, the tempo had built up between the siblings.

Smitha felt the orgasm building up in her horny cunt. She started moaning and sway with her brother in tandem.

'' ass me faster now. Ram it into my cunt. talk of the town dirty, sidekick. I always wanted to verbalize dirty but was afraid. Now we can lecture dirty freely. I am your slut. '' Her word and tonus betrayed her passion.

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

'' You are the real bastard, Sekhar ! Fucking your married sister like your lady of pleasure ! OMG ! ! It feels as if I am rolling down fast. fuck me, cum in me. '' She was howling now.

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

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

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

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

turncock in cunt and satiated ; they drifted into a articulated lorry comatose state.

Smitha was the inaugural to recover after ten minutes or so. She found his typeface resting on her bosom and kissed his fountainhead affectionately. He woke up too.

'' Was it full for you, sis ? '' he asked. male child are boys ! How most of us ask the Sami question, irrespective of our colouration, caste or creed ! ! It is dumbfound !

'' Fantastic ! I never had it so good ! ! You are a capital fucker, Sekhar ! '' She sounded genuinely happy.

Those adorable words did wonderment to boosting his self confidence and esteem.

An hr later they had an encore. This time there was no urging to part with.

It was first preceded by a pillow talk.

The Inner Light was dim and they were both naked and relaxed on the bed. Sekhar was sprawled on his dorsum and Smitha was side on, on his result side, her right cheek resting on his hairy dresser and her head tilted at an angle so that they looked into each early 's eyes.

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

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

Smitha sensed his jar.

With her soft left palm she started caressing his limp but impressive cock and his balls.

'' There are no closed book between mom and me. We are totally unfold with each other. I know she took 'good aid'of you. That is why you called her 'incredible'. Now, you and I are devotee. We just fucked. There must be no secret between us now. '' She sounded as if she meant it.

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

'' Did you get declare of her knocker ? Did you pinch her mammilla ? '' Her voice betrayed a unusual excitement.

'' Yes. I fondled her boobs and mammilla. They were real good. '' His voice quivered at the memory.

His limp cock started stiffening and her grip tightened.

'' Did you really lick and suck mom 's tits that dark, Sekhar ? ``

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

'' Oh ! Fuck ! That must have been wonderful ! ! Did you disturb her twat too ? '' She squeezed his hardening penis as she asked him that question.

In response, Sekhar reached out for her young, legato pussy, cupped it in his medallion and squeezed it gently.

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

'' OMG ! What did she do ? Did she provide you to twinge her kitty-cat & digit it too ? '' Her breath had quickened now and her hand started stroking her Brother 's strong turncock 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 stem finger into his sister 's juicy cunt.

With a nimble move Smitha got up and mounted her brother, pushing him flat on his backrest. She squatted over him with her knee on either side of his tummy. Grabbing his hard cock in her decent bridge player, she raised herself, positioned her quivering pussy over his rigid cock and let the pinko, wet shaft head touch her wet slit.

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

'' You must bang mother, Sekhar. That would be the advantageously ... fucking your sister first and then the ultimate ... fucking mom. '' She was delirious with lustfulness and raw passionateness and was now literally fucking her brother.

'' I very much want to but I do not know if mom would allow me to fuck her. '' His voice was quivering too.

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

For the side by side few minutes Smitha rode hard on her comrade and experienced her outflank ever orgasm. Only when Sekhar was sure that his sister really had it serious, he let go and ejaculated. It was a head blowing experience for the siblings.

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

It was during a telephonic conversation with her mom a twosome of mean solar day later that Smitha told her about her rattling academic term with her pal. 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 disturbed initially.

But, she soon forgot all that, as her daughter gave her a pictorial description of their lovemaking. Smitha spared no detail and she was very good at her job. Sudha could clearly see in her creative thinker, pictures of their sexual intercourse.

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

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

'' No, Mom ! I know that for surely. When he sucked my tits he spoke of your boobs and how he loved sucking them. When his cock was fucking my pussy, he said his cock wants to have it away your pussy even more. '' Smitha said it softly.

Sudha was so much shocked by the quarrel & language of her girl that there was not often conversation after that.

But, over the next few Day, Sudha 's mind was fully occupied with that thought ! She thought and she fantasized. She would see Sekhar fucking Smitha in a fantasy and suddenly Smitha turns into Sudha and her son fucks her turned on cunt with his amazing cock. She would masturbate quickly to get some instant relief, from this fantasy.

Then things happened rather suddenly. There was a problem at one of the offset of the Bank that needed immediate action. Kumar was asked by his head office to cannonball along there. He left the same evening.

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

So she called Smitha and explained her office. Could her girl come and link up her and dedicate her companionship ? Sudha 's intention was to let Smitha 'take maintenance'of her son.

Smitha saw a with child opportunity. Now she would carry out her hope to her Brother. She would assist him in fucking their mother. She would manoeuvre her female parent into the act ... she was sure of that. The very remember excited her a heavy deal.

'' I am so sorry, mom. I ca n't rush at such abruptly observance. My relative-in-law wo n't like it. I will speak 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 for sure if I can go all the way with this. '' Her mother wailed.

'' I think you are confused mom. Cool down a minuscule. Let us examine this. We both agreed that we love Sekhar immensely and want to aid him in all respect, right ? ``

'' Yes, true. ''

'' You have already had a grand session 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 majuscule deal too ? ``

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

'' You would accept carried on following day even further but for uncle 's unfortunate and unseasonable arrival. Is n't that a fact ? ``

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

'' I am sure as shooting you would have, mom. I told you about Sekhar 's obsession with you, did n't I ? Even when we fucking me, he spoke of his putz in your pussy, mom ! Did n't I tell you that ? ``

Again, Sudha had no answer.

'' Mom, please 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 confidential information, do n't withstand him. Let him do it. I am trusted you would revel it too. As often as I did ! Please, Mom ! '' Smitha was very persuasive.

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

'' Great ! Mom ! Tomorrow sunrise I want to discover all about it. ''

The call option ended with that.

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

'' Brother ! Tonight is your big opportunity 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 for sure if she would grant me. ``

'' Let me assure you a hidden about mom. She has this long standing crush on you. She very much wants you to roll in the hay her hard. But she is scared because it is a taboo. Her conscience wo n't set aside her to lead you to dedicate incest. She wo n't precede you to it but she wants it as badly. ``

'' Do n't care, sis ! I will rent the lead and take her there, all the way. '' He loved saying that.

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

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

'' As a thing of fact, I know she has this hugger-mugger, unfulfilled craving for a trivial rough handling. So, if you are a footling rough she would have intercourse it too. '' Smitha loved being creative.

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

'' If she resists your final exam act, use a picayune power ... use your virile strength to subdue her. You will bed what to do when it happens. '' She answered cleverly and ended the call.

gum olibanum the stagecoach 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 pj's and walked into the living room.

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

'' Not yet ! Mom ! I had a hood day at the place and want to unstrain a little. Is it okay if I have a piffling wine, mom ? ``

Remembering her daughter 's advice, she replied, `` sure as shooting, son. ``

Sekhar got up, walked to the kitchen cupboard and returned with a bottle of Red wine. He poured two crank. Sitting on the couch, next to his mother, he offered her a glass.

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

'' takings only as much as you want, mom. Actually, it is not very much. ``

He started telling her word about his billet and she relaxed. The TV was on showing a regional music distribution channel. After a few minutes, Sudha felt her tension easing out as the wine-colored started mellowing her.

Sekhar was careful to continue his talking and actions away from any speck of sex.

Soon, they had dinner. Sekhar was famished after a hard day 's oeuvre 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 sustenance way couch.

Very casually, Sekhar filled their glasses again and picked up his chalk. The weather was cloudy earlier in the evening and it started drizzling lightly. They felt cool breeze blowing through the large window and the ambience turned very pleasant. After a very slight hesitation, Sudha picked up her crank. For a few minutes, the only speech sound was the splatter of rain dip on the plastic shade over the window.

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

'' Oh ! Mom ! It is nothing. '' 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 years back. It was my exam clock time, I was studying and there was a very heavy rainwater that Nox. It was quite late and you woke up to take a leak a cup of hot tea for me. Remember that ? ``

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

He stood up and walked close to the big window.

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

'' You got totally drenched, Mom ! '' His voice was soft and wistful now.

'' You were wearing a pick white saree and blouse that night, Mom ! You were totally wet. And I saw you differently, Mom ! '' His voice was a rustle now.

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

'' I saw your black bra and black petticoat so clearly, mom. It felt as if the sari had disappeared. I could clearly see that beautiful black bra and your wide boobs in it. I saw your big round buttocks, their shape and sizing through that black 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 intensiveness of his memory of that incident and its wallop on him that lasted all these years, as betrayed by the eighth note in his voice.

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

'' You went to your elbow room and closed the door behind you. My mind was full of those beautiful prototype 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 breathing space quickened.

'' Your binding was partly turned to the doorway. By then you removed the wet saree and the equally wet blouse. I saw you in the beautiful Negroid bra and half-slip, mom. I was scared of getting caught, but, luckily daddy was in go sleep and he was facing the other side. I was too thrilled to leave. ``

'' You removed your bra and your lovely, big breasts bounced, mom. Then you removed your underskirt too. I saw your shapely, smooth thigh and your big, bouncy buttocks poorly covered in black scanty. I saw your hairy mound through the panties, with a few whisker jutting out. I saw all that grand shape 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 room. She meekly followed him. Even as they walked into his way, he spoke again.

'' I ran to my room, mom. I was shaking like a leafage. I only saw mental image of your beautiful boobs, your lovely bay window, your deeply omphalus, your wondrous thighs and bouncy fundament, all naked ! ``

His hands were interfering even as he spoke, quickly removing her garments. There was a sense of importunity now in his act ; a sense of desperation too. His hands removed all the clothing that covered those very parts of her soma that he was describing hour ago.

As his hand fumbled and grabbed her ample assets, in front and back, Sudha pulled her son close to her and embraced his shaking, feverish body.

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

'' I closed my eyes and saw you au naturel. I fucked you, mom ! ! Yes ! ! I fucked you in my mind that night, mom. I fucked you hard. 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 heartbeat, he removed his vesture and threw it away. He was fully naked and her centre went to his fully erect, hard, long, offspring cock that swayed a little closely to her face.

Holding it at the al-Qa'ida in his left hired hand, Sekhar rubbed his dick head teacher against his female parent 's wide-cut back talk. Sudha felt his pre cum on her lips and her tongue flicked and tasted it. Holding his cock at the midpoint, she licked the underside of his pink cock capitulum and then covered it with her lips. Her clapper licked the tip and then the duration of his shaft.

Sekhar 's leave hand held his mother 's head and his right paw found her lap and inserted itself into her wet and damp step-in. He grabbed her mound and squeezed her pussycat greedily. His finger found the wet, warm slit undetermined to their touch. He just slid them in and wiggled them.

Too hot with passion now, he literally rushed.

With a rough clout, he removed her scanty and threw it away. His hands on her heaving dresser, he pushed her on to the bed and on her backrest. He joined her on the bed, kneeling between her legs. Holding her thighs in his hands, marveling at their silken suaveness and tightness, he separated them.

Sudha raise her legs and bent them at her knees. Her horny cunt was open to her son now.

She knew that finally they arrived at the point of no return. It was now or never ! Having just heard his tale of lust, love and anguish, having just heard of his years of crush with her ; the mother had made up her intellect firmly.

She would accept the initiative and lead him. She would make him fuck her. He would be a leave participant but not the aggressor. She would ensure that he suffered no sense of guilt.

With her decently deal she held his hard dick, slightly bent it and guided the pink, wet headspring into her twat and vaginal musical passage. His rod was hot, pulsating and broad of energy as it entered his female parent 's juicy, churning cunt. With her bequeath hand she pulled his head teacher to her abundant and heaving bosom.

'' suction my tits and make love me now, son. '' It was the first prison term she ever uttered the F Holy Scripture and her son was both take aback and delighted.

'' Push your hard dick trench into my cunt. strain its depth. equal me where no one touched so far. '' So saying, she wrapped her legs around his flanks and pulled him in.

Sekhar was in seventh paradise. His mother wants him to fuck her ! She had said it so clearly ! She needs it and wants it as much as him !

He started fucking her bitch with strong, concentrated accident that were indicative of his pent up desires. As he stroked hard, Sudha marveled ! Each stroke her son gave was Charles Frederick Worth ten of what she had received in the past from her hubby. This was existent shag ; she never knew that anything like this was potential. And it is so unspoiled and safe ; to do this with her own physique and blood.

'' Yes ! hammering my bitch. Stretch it. Tear it up. Fuck me backbreaking, my Sekhar ! '' She moaned and whimpered now. His immature mouth was nibbling at her mammilla, biting her tits, marking her. She did n't manage. No one would ever see those marks.

Her nails scratched his back as the pacing built up. She felt the slow origin of an orgasm. Her pulsation quickened and her heart metre louder. Her ass rose with every stroke of his in tandem ; in sodding synchronization to maximize the jab and its pleasance. His shaft touched the still pure depths in his mother 's cunt ; desperately trying to reach her womb - the point of his origin

Her moans got louder and longer as he pounded her to the verge of an explosive orgasm.

'' Aaaaarghhhhhhhhhhhhh ... ''

As she cried out, the depth of her vagina were hit by the jet of his hot interjection. Sudha, despite her own mind blowing orgasm was still mindful of his hot jet and the copious flow of his cum that filled her puss. Her son 's head rested on her boob ; his eyes shut. Their bodies were drenched in swither. Her son 's limp stopcock, though spent, was still buried in her cunt.

After a couple of hour, he rolled off her and lay on her side, his manus on her breasts and his eye closed. After another five minutes, Sudha managed to get off the bed and go to the bathroom. After cleaning up, she saw her own naked look-alike in the mirror. Her fount had that glow that comes from a good fuck ; a satisfied look. She smiled at her double and winked.

They fucked once more in the early hours. That was even right than the first one because it lasted longer and their actions were to a greater extent deliberate and relaxed.

Next cockcrow, they both woke up late.

Sekhar called his office and reported sick. Even as he told his party boss over the earphone how sick he was, he winked at his mother. Later, when he was sound asleep in his room, Sudha got a speech sound call from her daughter.

'' How are you, Mom ? All well ? ``

'' fine, everything is ok. '' Smitha noted the cocksure tone.

'' How is brother ? ``

'' He is sleeping. He reported nauseated today. ``

'' Oh ! What is wrong ? '' Smitha sounded more singular than worried.

'' It is nothing dangerous. He had a very tiring day yesterday. So he wants to loosen up today. '' Smitha visualized her mother smiling as she said that.

'' Was it a pall day or dark ? '' Smitha asked teasingly.

'' Shut up. '' Her mother replied but not in anger.

'' O.K.. Shall I come over today ? '' Smitha asked.

'' It is better not to interrupt today. '' Smitha got the message ... brassy and crystallise.

'' Mom, you are truly incredible. I love you. ''

'' Thanks Smitha ! I love you both. '' Sudha finished the call.

The End .