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This is the story of an Indian middle class family. Kumar, aged forty eight years is an Officer in a bank. His wife, Sudha, five years younger, is a home maker. They have a daughter Smita (24) and a son Sekhar (23). Kumar, as the only son, inherited considerable ancestral property from his deceased parents, a few years ago.

As soon as Smita turned twenty one, they found a good alliance for her through their contacts and performed her marriage. Her husband, Ravi (31) is a Manager with a reputed MNC. Though he was seven years older than her, he was a good looking and nice person from a decent family and was considered an achiever, professionally. All these factors weighed in his favor.

A year after her marriage, Smita gave birth to a cute baby girl and everyone rejoiced. Her birth coincided with a promotion to Ravi at his Office and everyone called the baby a lucky charm.

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

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

The girl was Aruna, the only c***d of her parents. Her father was a successful businessman and they were rich. She was also of the same age as Sekhar, intelligent and good looking.

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

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

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

Sekhar is around 5'8" tall, fairly well built and handsome. He is fair complexioned and has a look of innocence which makes him look even younger than his age. He has a little above average intelligence, is industrious and loves his family. He doesn't smoke or drink...not even coffee or tea. He is mild mannered and often submissive. In short, he is what one would call, 'a very good boy'.

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

Being the only c***d 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 friends knew how unpredictable and dominant she was and they did their best to cover up for her.

When Aruna saw Sekhar the first time it was in their office cafeteria. Aruna was with a couple of female colleagues 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 comment and looked at him. On the spot, she decided she would get him.

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

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

On the third day, they went out to a few tourist 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 have a drink. " Aruna said casually.

"You know I don't drink, Aruna," Sekhar answered, smiling.

"That was before marriage. Now, you should drink occasionally. That would be expected of us socially."

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

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

Sekhar kept mum and didn't answer because he didn't want a argument or fight.

"You don't drink even coffee or tea, don't you?" She continued.

"Yes, I don't and I told you this before, Aruna," He said softly.

"What do you drink then, for heaven's sake?" she was really angry and her voice was loud.

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

She followed him into the bed room and shouted, "Yes! You told me you drink milk...like a boy. You never grew up, didn't you? I bet your mother breast feeds you milk. You are a married man and you still want to drink milk from your mom's breasts?" 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 bedroom. Poor Sekhar had to spend the night sleeping on the sofa in the living room...neither of them had dinner that night.

Next morning Sekhar woke up, not with anger but with guilt. He felt bad about last night and decided to call it a truce. 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 hubby how to drink the wine to enjoy it. After the initial hesitant start, Sekhar realized he didn't really like it. But, to keep his wife happy, he pretended otherwise. After a nice dinner, mellowed by the wine, 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 room of their cottage and had more wine.

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

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

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

Aruna did have nice, small feet and Sekhar kissed her feet and toes tenderly, holding each foot in his hand. He wanted to make 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 more of contempt and authority. Sekhar was unhappy but he didn't show it for fear of upsetting her.

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

"You kissed my feet well. Now, you kiss and lick my pussy. I have read somewhere that it gives great pleasure." So saying, she lied down on the bed.

Sekhar was confused. He too vaguely heard about that act but more in a derogatory way. Novice that he was, he didn't even know how to go about it. But, since his wife asked for it, he couldn't refuse.

Dutifully, he put his mouth to her small pussy and licked its exterior with his tongue. After, a couple of minutes, he stopped.

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

Sekhar got the hang of it. His 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 head between her thighs as she had a big orgasm.

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

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

She promptly fell asleep.

Poor Sekhar was left high and dry with a huge erection. He was unhappy that he didn't get any pleasure or relief from the whole exercise. But, he wasn't angry. He was in a way, relieved that she got some pleasure and, more importantly, she went to sleep. At least, there were no more immediate demands, he thought.

From that day, his life changed.

By the end of their honeymoon, Sekhar realized that his wife was a spoiled, unpredictable, moody, cranky and selfish bitch. But,given his nature, he made up his mind that he wouldn't complain about this to anyone in his or her family. Theirs was after all a love marriage and he would work diligently on her and change her nature, he resolved.

The first test came, immediately after their return from Honeymoon. Sekhar's parents wanted that he and his wife should stay with them. The Kumars had a decent, compact two bedroom flat in a good residential area. On the other hand, Aruna's parents lived in a big, independent bungalow in a posh residential area.

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

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

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

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

Sekhar was in a dilemma. In their family circles, a man staying with his parents is a normal and accepted practice, whereas, staying with her parents is looked down upon. But,he didn't want to say it out and upset Aruna.

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

True to her word, she convinced his parents, quite easily. As a matter of fact,they didn't need much convincing because Aruna sounded so logical. At the back of their mind 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 months, Sekhar went through hell. Despite of his best efforts, things went from bad to worse. He realized that his wife was not just a spoiled bitch; she was obviously a woman with some psychological disorder. She was subject to sudden and wild mood swings and totally unpredictable in her behavior.

Sudha was the first 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 wrong. She briefed Kumar about her concerns. Her few attempts to set things right were rebuffed by Aruna whose parents continued to pamper and spoil her.

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

Over the next one month, all attempts by Sudha and kumar to get the issues sorted out with parental intervention on both sides 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 credit that he still tried, occasionally, to text her or call her. Sometimes, she would respond and sometimes she wouldn't. When she did, usually, the conversation led to a shouting match from her in a couple of minutes, blaming him for everything.

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

You would recall that the Kumars lived in a two bedroom apartment. While they used the master bedroom, Sekhar used the second bedroom. Even though, he had to drive a long distance to his work, his parents insisted that he stay with them. Given his present condition, Sekhar too preferred it that way.

Let me put Sekhar on a hold for a while and tell you about his sister Smita.

Smita(24), his sister, 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 family, not far off from the Kumars. Ravi's job required that he travel occasionally. Whenever he was away, Smita and her baby would visit the Kumars and often, stay over for a couple of days.

She came to know of her brother's marital woes, mostly through her mother. Though, the siblings were quite close, Sekhar was embarrassed to tell 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 brother, she wasn't really surprised.

Let me describe Smita to you. She is 5'3'' tall, very fair and is a pretty girl. She has nice 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 spheres 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 inch plus there...still slim enough. Her buttocks are again nicely shaped and not too big; the kind men would love to fondle and spank playfully. Her ass is wide enough to be attractive. In short, 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. Mother and daughter discussed the fate of Sekhar and cursed his stars for the rest of the day.

When Sekhar returned from office, he was pleasantly surprised to find his sister and little niece at home. After dinner, they discussed the sleeping arrangements. Sudha brought in the small cradle for Dolly into the second bedroom. Sekhar said he would sleep on the sofa in the living room and Smita and Dolly can have his room while they were here.

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

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

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

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

One of her secret fantasies was to have her naked breasts squashed against a very hairy chest and have her engorged nipples caressed by the hairs. The very thought made her feel hot and wet in her juicy cunt. Her eyes wandered down her brother's body and stopped at the junction of his thighs.

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

Back in bed, Smita first tried to sleep with her back to her brother and closed her eyes. She couldn't sleep and images of his chest hair and his big bulge kept returning to her. She felt a slight the heat and wetness of her own womanhood. Her mind compared Sekhar and her brother. The urge to see became stronger by the minute.

Smita gave in and turned. She moved a little closer so that she could look better. He was still sound asleep and blissfully unaware of his sister's lustful inspection. The dark black hairs on his chest looked silken and so inviting. Why couldn't she just touch and feel them? Surely, just a fleeting touch won't wake him up!

Extending her slim right hand forward, she let her fingers touch and feel his chest hairs. She felt a mild shock go through her body. They felt so nice and she bunched her fingers and got hold of a small clump and caressed it. He was still asleep and she looked fondly at her poor brother. Such a handsome guy and that bitch treated him so badly!!

Her eyes wandered down and returned to his big bulge. As she looked at it closely, the tent gave her an idea of the size of his cock and its erection. She felt a weakness creeping through her down from her chest, along her tummy and into her hot pussy. A strong 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 bulge. Very carefully, she let the tip of her forefinger touch the tip of the bulge where she guessed his cock head was. As she made the expected contact, her breath quickened. She felt her finger tip touching the crown of his big cock lightly.

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

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

All these days she never knew anything other than Ravi and his body. Now, for the first time, she realized that her own brother Sekhar had a much bigger cock than her husband. It was longer and thicker, for sure. Being much younger, Sekhar's cock could fuck even better, she was sure! All these thoughts rushed through her mind.

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

Smita's body felt a huge shock. The contact of his big palm and long fingers with the naked and soft flesh of her bouncy breasts felt divine. Without meaning to, her hand gripped his cock. As if in reflex, his palm pressed a little more against her boob. But, he was still asleep.

Smita was overcome with a sense of possessiveness and immense love for her brother. She decided then and there that she would take care of her brother and protect him from that bitch Aruna. She would do whatever it takes! With such thoughts in her mind, she drifted into sleep, her hand gripping his hard cock and her breast comforted by his big palm.

Sekhar woke up the next morning a little later than usual. He realized that he slept in his sister's bed and not on the sofa. But, he didn't think much of it. On the other hand, he slept well and felt happy and refreshed. He got ready quickly and left for his office on time.

Later, after lunch, Smita sat with her mother in the living room and discussed her brother'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 little while longer if they can resolve their differences." Her mother said.

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

"Certainly, but how?" Her mother sounded a little confused.

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

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

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

"Sorry, sis, last night after our long chat I just drifted to sleep in your bed." Sekhar said.

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

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

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

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

"It is okay brother. You can sleep here too. The baby keeps me awake, most of the time and that sofa in living room is not very convenient." She said casually.

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

Sekhar turned his back on her and slept soon.

Smita fed the baby and put her back in the cradle. She switched off the main lamp and the night lamp gave a dim light. She lay down on the bed and closed her eyes. Sleep wouldn't come and her thoughts kept returning to the exciting acts of the previous night. Slowly, her mind gave in to the pleasure of those thoughts.

Smita wanted badly to take the events of last night further on...not the whole way but at least a part of it. How to do it without waking up her brother was the big question. She knew that neither of them can indulge in those things while looking at the other in a conscious state...not the first time, anyway. Fantasies can happen only in dreams!

Suddenly the answer came to her. What if everything happened in a dream that was not really a dream? Suppose, the room was totally dark and they can't see each other. If, she feigns sleep and does things, her brother might respond. As they can't see each other in dark, it can be rationalized that things 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 breasts could be easily bared. She made sure that she was quite familiar with the exact location of the cradle and switchboard so that she could access them in darkness, when required.

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

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

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

Instantaneously, Smita's nipples hardened. Sekhar's palm continued with the gentle squeeze of her breast and her hard nipple 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 hands possessed both her boobs and fondled them.

Smita realized that she loved her brother's fondling much better than her husband's. May be because his hands were younger, eager, stronger and more caring! 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 breasts leaking a little milk as his fingers caressed and pinched them. She felt a strong urge to have them sucked by her brother. But, she restrained herself. Let him think she was asleep and let him do as he pleases and dares. If she reacts or responds that might scare him off. Let him get familiar and confident, she thought.

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

Smita had a nice, circular and deep navel. Sekhar's fingers found it and caressed it, as his finger tip probed its interior. To Smita it felt very erotic as she imagined a similar move elsewhere. As his hand roamed on her tummy, she felt his hot breath on her boobs. Next second, his hungry mouth 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 boobs with the very small tits of Aruna. He felt her milk in his mouth, tasted it and swallowed it. He was very excited by the act of sucking his sister's boob and tasting her milk.

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

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

His excitement naturally made him very hot and fully erect.

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

Deftly her fingers opened its front, reached inside and grabbed his hard and erect cock. It felt so hot that it scalded her rosy petal soft palm. Her right hand gripped his phallus at its hairy base and her left hand caressed its head, the smooth crown slightly wet with precum. She started stroking his cock with her soft hands.

"Oh Ravi,look at this! My brother's cock is much bigger 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 deprived state, it took very little time for Sekhar to ejaculate with a loud groan into his pretty sister's loving and caring hands. Smita felt her brother shooting hot jets of cum and her cupped palms collected most of it. To her, it represented the relief and pleasure she had been able to give to her unlucky brother.

Totally drained and spent, Sekhar moved away with some guilt, from what he thought his sleeping sister and turned on his side. 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 past one hour, Smita rejoiced at what she had done. She examined her boobs while cleaning up and there were light red bruises where her brother mauled them. There was a small crescent on her right boob where her brother bit her. She recalled the feel of his hard, hot cock in her hands as she pumped it.

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

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

However, when he returned home that evening, he was extremely disappointed to learn that Ravi had returned from his tour, collected Smita and baby 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 tour again." His mother said.

Her words were comforting because they promised a future gratification for him. Hopefully Smita would return soon. Meanwhile, his nights were full of memories of her incredible boobs and hands that did wonders to him.

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

You have already learned that being the only c***d of rich and indulging parents, she was thoroughly spoiled.

She did fall in love with Sekhar and wanted him for herself so badly that she maneuvered him towards an early marriage. All that was, in fact, in good faith. She thought that once married to him 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 years ago, Smita's father had to go abroad for a month on a business tour. He didn't want his wife and daughter to be alone at home that long without him. So, he arranged for them to visit and stay with his wife's brother Bhaskar and his family in their village. As it was vacation time, Aruna didn't mind going there. She loved the village, the fields, the farms, the streams, the cattle and the natural beauty of the place.

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

Bhaskar's daily routine comprised of going in the morning after breakfast to his fields and farms, supervising things and returning home by sunset. His wife Gauri sends him his lunch in a hot pack through a servant and he eats it at his small cottage in the farm. After lunch, he rests for an hour and then goes back to work again. The routine never varied.

Bhaskar was an imposing character. He was almost six feet tall and hefty. He was initially of a medium brown complexion but continuous exposure to the sun made his skin darker. He sported dark 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 hard work 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 room. It was furnished reasonably well with a few chairs, a large table and a large single bed. After they had their lunch, her uncle lied down on the bed to relax, while she pulled up a chair and sat nearby.

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

"I have completed eighteen two months back, uncle." She replied.

"Stand up and let me look at you." He sounded serious.

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

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

Aruna was uncomfortable and felt a bit embarrassed.

"You hardly look a girl. Where are your tits?"

Aruna couldn't believe 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 tits, your mother has orange sized tits. But, you girl, I can't see any tits at all. You have a chest like a tennis court." He laughed aloud.

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

"You have any tits at all and any nipples there, girl?" He continued to shock her.

Shaking with anger, she kept mum.

"I asked you a question, girl. If you don't answer I will get angry and punish you." She was scared.

"Yes." She mumbled.

"I don't believe you." He mocked at her.

Shaking like a leaf with anger, she replied, "I have tits and nipples."

"Let me see then! Show me, girl."

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

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

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

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

Tears welled up in her eyes. What should she so? Should she just run away from here? That would make her uncle angrier. She was scared of him too, having heard reports of how bad was his temper. Hasn'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.

"Give that bra to me girl."

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

"Ha! I thought so! A padded bra! To make them look bigger!" He laughed out loud again.

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

"Hey, girl, come here and sit. Don't cry. Uncle will help you."

She walked to the bed and sat next to him. With his big right 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 small tits and the rosy pink nipples from very close. Her nipples and her aureole looked much bigger in proportion to her tits.

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

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

Pain shot through her and she cried out.

As if to compensate, he left her mauled tit and moved to the other. His fingers played and teased her nipple gently. The feeling was exquisite for her.

"There you see, girl, how your nipple is getting bigger in my fingers? You like it, I know. You must learn to take the pain and pleasure together."

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

Still lying down, he said, "Here, girl, sit closer to me so that you can have both tits fondled at the same time. You want that, don't you?"

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

"Answer me when I ask you a question." He slapped her cheek gently but his hand was so rough that even the light slap hurt.

"Yes Uncle."

"Respect, where is the respect?" He slapped her a trifle harder now.

"Yes, uncle, please!"

With that he started fondling both her small tits, pain in one and pleasure in the other, alternating. His big, rough and hairy hands loved and abused her little treasures in a way that was totally unknown to her. Aruna felt wetness in her pussy and a churning. She felt a weakness in her knees.

Suddenly he stopped and pushed her away from the bed.

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

Meekly she collected her bra and T shirt, went to the washroom and looked at herself in the mirror there. Her face was 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 corner and sat on a chair there.

Her uncle was already asleep. Hesitantly, she looked at his sleeping form. What a man! So rough and a****l like. Treating her like a slut, yes, that is what he did! Humiliated her in an unimaginable way! So strong and dominant! His hands, so rough! She felt her juices flowing but was scared to do anything.

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

Her mother and aunt were a little concerned when they found her a little subdued.

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

That night in the privacy of her bed, Aruna recapitulated the day's exciting events while fingering her horny cunt. She fantasized for a minute about her uncle's rough hand mauling her pussy and climaxed with a shudder.

Next morning, she woke up and got ready 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, don't you?"

Her face reddened and he laughed.

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

"So, girl, what did you do in bed last night?"

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

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

"I slept." She mumbled.

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

Aruna was scared and excited.

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

"What did you do? Tell me."

"Please Uncle!" Aruna mumbled with shame.

"If you don't tell me, I will get very angry" His voice was very intimidating.

Aruna was very scared and very excited too!

"I played with myself." She mumbled now.

"How did you play, tell me." He slapped her now, none too gently.

It hurt. It was a stinging slap.

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

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

"Yes! Uncle! I played with my cunt." She shivered as she said that.

"I put my finger inside and played." She felt her young pussy leaking.

"I am going to punish you for that. Bad girls deserve punishment, don't they?"

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

"Come here girl and stand in front 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 panties and a white 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 huge hands held her by her slender waist, lifted her off the floor and put her across his lap. He unhooked her bra and let it drop. She now lay across his lap, her head to his left, her legs on his right, her crotch against his bulge and her back facing him.

His right hand moved gently over her panties clad small buttocks and ass.

"Your aunt has melons here and so does your mother. Your buttocks are boyish and small. Is your ass tight, girl?"

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

Next minute he struck. He spanked her smooth bottom hard with his hand and she cried out as intense pain shot through her. Tears flowed as the stinging pain made her cry. There was no respite! In quick succession, he smacked her buttocks, 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 bottom 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 cunt lips were open and it was very wet. The continuous spanking ensured that her pussy rubbed itself and humped that bulge.

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

Suddenly, she felt him lifting her off his lap. Next 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 soft 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 hand. His right hand cupped her virgin pussy. Her small pussy with its black thatch of trimmed pubic hair fitted nicely in his big palm. His hands were rough and their backs were covered with black, coarse hairs.

Her uncle's rough hand squeezed her young pussy once and she cried out...half in pain and half in pleasure. He just massaged her tits, nipples and pussy for a few seconds and she experienced a big orgasm that shook her little body in spasms.

"Liking it much, girl, aren't you? You are a little slut, getting it from uncle." He leered at her, even as his fingers played with her young pussy.

"Beg me and you will come again," he gave her that hideous 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 into her sizzling cunt and stroked her. As the orgasm commenced again, she clamped her thighs shut around his hand. It was all pleasure now and she forgot the pain totally and drifted into semi consciousness.

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

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

"Sleep, girl and rest." She heard him say and a little later heard the cottage door closing behind him.

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

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

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

Day after day, she waited vainly to accompany him again. Every day, she thought of that cottage, the things he did to her body and masturbated. Her uncle was incredible. He was rough, cruel and humiliated her. But she adored him and his acts. Her body lusted for him. As the days passed by, that lust kept on increasing.

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

"Think of the things I could do, girl." The tease continued.

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

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

"Close the door and remove all your clothes, girl! Not a stitch!"

She obeyed and walked closer to him. He didn't touch her.

Looking at her small clean shaven pussy, he asked," Your little cunt is all horny and ready, girl?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

With his left hand he lifted her chin and with his right he mauled her small tits. 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 folds of his dhoti covering the bulge. With one hand he gripped her head and with the other he pulled down his striped drawers. Pulling her hand close to his huge cock, he covered her head completely under his dhoti.

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

The first thing she felt was the strong, offensive and pungent smell of his genitals. Instantly it was nauseating and her mind revolted. But she was strongly fascinated by the first visual contact with his huge penis and its proximity.

It was indeed a very big penis, slowly lengthening further, like an unwinding serpent. It was dark brown in color and thick and the conical tip was pinkish red. Her first thoughts 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 virginal pussy! She would simply get killed!! The very thought scared her.

She felt her uncle hold her head by her hair 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 good cock tastes, girl," her uncle said, moving the dhoti away.

His hand guided her head roughly to the pink, conical crown that had a small slit from which small drops of white, viscous liquid oozed. Instinctively, she licked it with her tongue. It was virtually tasteless.

As she opened her mouth wide, he pushed his hard cock into it. She took in a couple of inches and clamped her mouth shut. She sucked it.

"Yes! Girl! You are a big girl and this is your lollipop. If you suck it well, uncle will touch your pussy. You want that badly, don't you, little slut?"

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

"Suck it good, bitch," he shouted as he smacked her buttocks. It was a stinging 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 great pleasure!

His hand moved further down and to the other side and grabbed her hungry, horny, juicy pussy. His big fingers found the wet opening. With a squeeze of the pussy, he pushed his forefinger into her. Aruna was in heaven as he violated her and sucked his cock with unbelievable passion.

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

"Go fetch a towel and clean 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 reverence 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 things with you, little slut. But, we will not fuck."

"Why, uncle? "She dared to ask, softly.

"You want my big cock in your little cunt tearing it up, don't you?"

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

"I know, girl, but I won't. Not now. You are my sister's daughter and a virgin. We will keep your cherry intact for your husband."

"But, sometime after marriage, when your cunt is really hungry for a big fuck you come down and I will fuck you till you beg me to stop. Now, let me rest."

For the reminder of their stay 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 mind both got addicted to his technique of pain followed by pleasure with increasing intensity.

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

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

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

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

His gentle approach to love making, contrasted totally with the rough handling and abuse by her uncle.

To the tampered psyche of Aruna her uncle was the benchmark for sex

Poor Sekhar, unaware of her perception, fell far short on that count. Thus started his woes! 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 routine of work during the day and lonely nights wherein he rued his ill luck in marriage, his separation from Aruna and life in general. Often, he would think about those two wonderful nights during which his sister provided solace to him.

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

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

If only you knew what I did to him, mom, Smita thought warily! No way could she tell her mother that directly! But, Smita knew her mother was an intelligent and caring person. May be she could hint 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 care of him. You know he was depressed about his separation and was feeling very lonely. So, I gave him my company."

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

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

"You mean you asked him to sleep in your bed?" Her mother sounded very surprised.

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

She heard the quick intake of her mother's breath. A silence followed.

"Mom, you do realize that you and I are the only women in his life now, don't you? He has no one else to turn to. Sekhar is still like a c***d in many ways. When a c***d is unwell we have to take good care of him right?" She kept on.

"Very true" Her mother answered, softly.

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

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

"You are right. He is my c***d and I will take care of him. I have to." Her mom answered her softly and ended the call.

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

The solution came in the form of a one week training program for Officers 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 dare to! How could she bring herself to play that role! Sudha was indeed confused.

On their first evening alone, after dinner, they sat in the living room on the sofa and watched the TV. Sekhar watched a news channel for few minutes and then asked his mother. "Do you want to watch anything special mom?

"Let us have some music, Sekhar."

He switched the channels and stopped at a music 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 work?" Sudha asked him.

"It is fine, mom. No problems."

Again quiet reigned for a while.

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

"I am reminded of you and Smita as k**s." 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 idea for us to have two k**s in quick succession and then stop. He said that though it would be tough for a few years, both of you would grow up together and it would be lot easier later."

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

"Yes Sekhar. Smita was just one when you were born. It was more like bringing up twins. For example, I had to feed 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 excitement as his mother mentioned feeding. Next instant, he felt ashamed at getting excited.

"There were times when your sister wouldn't let go and you cried out loud for milk and I had to manage both of you little devils. Luckily, I had enough milk for both of you." She smiled.

"But, Smita was mostly quick and less demanding. You! You were a regular devil!"

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

"Yes, you were a little devil and you wouldn't leave me alone even after you had your fill."

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

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

"You would finish feeding but sleep in that position and if I moved away, you would wake up and cry." Sudha didn't smile now and her voice shook a little. She held his hand a little tighter.

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

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

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

Sudha felt his eyes wandering on her breasts and she felt her nipples hardening and blushed.

"Not just that. Even without milk, you loved sucking them. You did that for a long time" She felt a thrill saying that.

Through the thin material of her blouse, he could see her nipples hardening. His own reactions 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 bell. Sudha answered the phone. It was Kumar calling from Delhi. Sekhar left quietly for his room. By the time Sudha finished with the call, the lights were off in his room. Sudha finished the few pending chores and retired to her own bed about fifteen minutes later.

She couldn't sleep right 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 c***dhood! Oh my god! How he looked at her boobs and how her nipples hardened. She was sure he noticed them too.

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

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

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

The thought of her hard nipples possessed his mind...took control. Then, he thought of sucking those nipples...not as a c***d feeding in the past but as a man sexually aroused! The image was so erotic and powerful that he masturbated immediately seeking a release for his pent up passion.

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

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

May be this was what Smita's telephone talk was all about. She talked of providing her poor brother comfort. Did Smita allow him access to her boobs and did Sekhar fondle them! She can't ask her daughter about it but she had a feeling that they both did indulge in some physical contact.

That was nothing short of i****t and it was a taboo; forbidden by their society. 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 welfare was more important than perceived sins or social taboos. After all, as Smita rightly said, they were the only women in his barren life now.

If providing comfort to her son involves indulging in i****tuous thoughts and practices so be it, Sudha thought.

That night they sat together again in the living room in front of the TV. As Sekhar watched the news, Sudha called her husband on phone and talked for a few minutes to tell him all was well. After the call 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 mother was dressed in light cream colored sari and a white blouse. Her blouse material was very thin and he could see that she was bra less. Her breasts were full and shapely and he could see them, quite clearly, through the transparent blouse. Even the points of her nipples were prominent.

The urge to touch those wondrous breasts and feed on them had intensified in Sekhar beyond belief. Whole day, his thoughts returned to them, time and again. He knew that it was wrong to even think in these lines but he was helpless. Such is the power of lust on normal humans!

"So, how was your day, Sekhar?"

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

"Good. So did you think of home and me?" She asked, smiling.

"Many times, mom and more than you know."

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

"Tell me about it, Sekhar."

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

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

He moved a little closer to her and his left thigh touched her right thigh. Through th