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Consoling in strange circumstances
________Consoling friend’s grieving mother______


Life is more dramatic than drama
Some events are unbelievable and appear to be crazy, taboo and perverted but happens. The persons in the story happen to fulfill their inner desire the basic instinct, some people may call it a****l instinct indecent but the desire prompted by physiological need erupts despite all reasoning, logic, traditions, religious fears, and possible consequences. The story describes a love and romance between two adults triggered in strange circumstances.
It was early morning; I heard loud noises from the Hostel corridor. I came out of my room and learnt to my shock and surprise our classmate Gandhi, was found dead in his room, obviously committed suicide. An arsenic bottle was found besides the bed.

Gandhi married six months earlier to Madhusmita studying M.A in English literature. He was from a wealthy family and doing well in studies, no one could imagine the reasons for his suicide. The Chief Warden informed the Police and the body was sent for Postmortem.

His parents arrived the following morning from their native place. His father accompanied by the warden and some of our friends went to the hospital to complete the formalities and take his son’s body to their native village.

I stayed back to take care of grieving mother, took her to the University Guesthouse. I requested and cajoled her, to take bath and she went to the bathroom. I brought breakfast and coffee from hostel Mess. She refused to have breakfast, but on my insistence had half a cup of coffee.

She was crying and tears were dropping down her cheeks. I can understand the agony she was going through due to the loss of only son. Not knowing how to console her, I placed my hand on her shoulders and wiped her tears. She leaned on to my chest burying her face. I hugged and put my hand on her head stroking to console her and thought, ‘let her cry out’. She was hugging me tightly, an intimate hug, reaching fully around hands, arms, and even forearms touching. The grasp is soft and gentle yet firm.

My fingers dipped into her big hair bun. Hair bun loosened and her beautiful long soft thick wavy jet black smooth lustrous shining hair cascaded down beyond her thighs. I ran my fingers through her hair, feeling the smooth texture and softness. I have been a lover of longhaired women. The feel of her beautiful long hair and her body touching mine excited me.

Gradually her crying reduced to sobs. We are in a tight embrace. The hugging became more intimate and intense. I could feel her large voluptuous heavy breasts pressing against my chest, her whole body touching mine. Despite the odd circumstances, my cock fully erect and throbbing was pressing at her mound straining thorough my lungi. I hugged her more tightly moving my cock forward.

I could feel that she felt comfortable and loved in my tight embrace. She was also pressing herself against me more closely. I looked at her back; there was no doubt that she was thrusting herself against me, feeling my hard maleness. I cupped her soft big round arse with my hands. Her fingers were digging into my back. The softness of her thick long silky hair touching my hands further aroused my carnal desire. My hands travelled upwards on her back and took her face into my hands. I could see in her wide expressive eyes and desire to be taken, to be owned, to unite, to be filled; an unmistakable urgent need. Her eyes were pleading me silently. I kissed on her forehead and eyes.

Her face upturned, I kissed, licked, and nibbled slowly, passionately all over her neck, cheeks and face lovingly. Finally ran my tongue over her wet juicy thick lips. Her mouth opened as my tongue slipped into hers, exploring her mouth. She took my lower lip into her mouth and started sucking and biting, all the time pressing her against me. Our bodies touching each other, our tongues entwined, exploring and sucking each other alternatively, drinking nectar. It was a long drawn never ending erotic exciting enthralling enduring exhaustive and exhausting lip locked nectar sucking kiss.

The kissing made her melt. His overpowering maleness made her submit herself to him involuntarily. Her whole body was aching for him. She became aroused, the blood running fast, her pulse and breathing quickened.
There was no need for words. I carried her in my arms, laid her on the bed. Her breasts heaving and hair spread. I sat next to her, cupping, stroking and feeling her huge voluminous breasts. I slowly removed her blouse and bra hooks and she lifted her hands up to remove them. Her heavy breasts were firm and big engorged nipples were stiff jutting out. I bent down and licked her breast.

She thrust one of breast into my mouth. I sucked on her big brown heavy engorged hard and jutting nipple, while stroking the other and squeezing it. I kept on sucking while her hand was on my head holding it like a mother breastfeeding her baby son. I could feel juices coming out of her breasts. I sucked on more intensely, and could taste her breast milk. I sucked on the other breast, and her breast milk drop by drop coming into my mouth.I was suprised that milky juices coming from her breats, as I sucked on. I could feel and understand the her love and desire to breastfeed her son, her immense desire triggered oxy hormones to produce milk. I continued sucking her breast milky juices from both the breasts.1

Her hand reached between my thighs and took my long, thick, hard, and turgid cock into her hands, feeling the hardness. She saw the enormous size of the cock in surprise and disbelief. She was stroking my cock, her hand running along the shaft, and she took hold of scrotum, feeling the balls and then her fingers reached the knob of my cock. “Oh! I can’t wait, Do it. Come into me. I want you inside me,” She said, holding my stiffened cock.
I took off her sari and petticoat. Her thighs spread wide, her cunt flower was inviting, glittering stiff big clit engorged. She raised her bottom. My cock entered her juice drenched waiting and inviting cunt with all my energy.

My cock entered, opening up her cunt walls, as if a knife slicing soft butter slab, smoothly reached her bottom, filling her cunt. Her cunt muscles were gripping my cock tightly like a fist. When he entered her, it was the first time she had ever experienced what it was like to feel a man from the inside. "I looked into her eyes. Her hands on my hips were pressing me into her. I took her breasts into my hands fondling them.
She urged, “Fuck me” I started fucking. Oh, my son, fuck me, fuck your mother, fuck me, my son, fuck me hard. She was repeating the words again and again, while moving herself up to meet each of my strokes. I lifted both her legs placed on both sides my shoulders and fucked her slowly and steadily. And fucked fast with all my energy digging into her deeper and deeper opening her cunt with each stroke with more and more energetic thrusts. She was responding with equal vigor and enthusiasm making erotic sounds. Our bodies with each stroke were trying to unite with each other, attempting to be united, to become one, to achieve oneness. It was an ultimate expression of love and desire to achieve oneness. Her hands around me, her legs spread wide and inviting me, receiving my cock each time.

She came, crying out loud as if a simmering volcano erupted, as if an earth quake occurred, her whole body in frenzied uncontrollable spasms, as she dug her nails into my back scratching drawing out blood. Her cunt muscles gripping and releasing my cock like a fist, over and over. I said “amma, amma, ammaaaaaaaa, as I ejaculated my hot loads of sperm into her cunt, pouring my thick hot sperm filling her cunt.

We lay still, her face buried on my chest, till our bodies gradually returned to normality. I saw her blushing. She kissed me all over my face, her eyes glowing with contentment and satisfaction. She went to the bathroom and came back hugged me kissing me all over my face.

“Shiva, You filled me, filled the void in me, fulfilled me and gave me such a wonderful unbelievable life time experience, made me forget everything. I experienced the ultimate bliss, abandoned uncontrollable pleasure and nirvana. I sat on the bed and she put her head in my lap and lay down on the bed, my hands caressing and fondling her big breasts.
It is strange we meet in these circumstances, she said, “do you know, what could be the plausible reason for my son to end his life?”
I said, “I don’t know.”
Padma said, Can you believe that he couldn’t fuck his wife, the first night and thereafter. She is still virgin”
“Is that so? Amma” I said
“It is the truth. He is not like you. I wish he was a man like you with vigor and virility and had a cock like yours, so big and beautiful. I wish you are my son.”
“Amma If I was your son, I would not have married any other girl,” I said.
“Why, Shiva, “she asked taking my already erect and hard cock in her hands.
“Because, if you were my mother, I would have married you, amma”
You would have married me, even if I am your mother? Shiva, you like me so much?
Yes, Mom. I said.
I am happy, excited and thrilled to know that you would have married me, even if I were your mother. You can’t marry me, if I were your mother, Society does not accept. You would have been my secret permanent resident stud lover forever. You could have had me from the time you could get your cock up. I would have been the happiest and luckiest mother to be fucked by you. I would have been your kept woman, and lifelong mistress. You could have even impregnated me and produced many c***dren.

Padma was forty years old, tall, slightly dark woman with oily smooth unblemished, radiant glowing skin, beautiful oval face, high cheekbones, and full juicy thick lips. Her beautiful, huge, large, voluminous firm, and conical breasts were extending out of her slender lean frame. Her narrow waist spread onto wide big spherical hips. Her thick long, oily, curly, soft, silky, jet-black, lustrous, smooth and shining hair was reaches her thunderous smooth banana trunk like thighs. Her expressive big eyes, thick juicy pouting lips add glamour to her personality.

She said “You saw me first time during the marriage of my son, I remember you looking at me with desire and flirting with me”

Yes. Padma, I saw you first time, in your house in a pure silk saree, beautiful thick jet black silky smooth shining hair dressed in long braid reaching thighs, adorned with jasmine flowers. Your big breasts extending out of saree pallu, glittering gold necklace around your neck and long chain, like Rathi Devi descended on earth. It was love at first sight. I could not take off my eyes from you, all through the marriage ceremony and never missed an opportunity to be around you watching you, admiring you, drinking your beauty. I wanted you but you were busy with all the relatives and guests. There was no opportunity to talk to you alone. I conveyed and try to communicate to you with just looking at you. I knew you noticed my attention towards you, and you reciprocated with bewitching beautiful smile.

“You are beautiful and sexy and exciting amma,” I said stroking her hard jutting brown nipples with my tongue and fingers. Her breasts became hard engorged and her nipples grew bigger and harder.

“Shiva, do you think I am crazy immoral i****tuous slut moaning instead of mourning, cooing instead of crying, and groaning instead of grieving offering and giving herself to a man, young enough to be her son on a day, when her son is dead. I am surprised at myself enjoying thoroughly being fucked by you in these circumstances.

Padma, you are not crazy or immoral. I understand your need to have your son in you, you want your son in you, you wanted him into you and you see your son in me. Since you could not take him into you, you have opened yourself to me and desired me and invited me to enter you, taken me into you, allowed me to enter you, to explore your depths, your body and soul, receiving me into you. Your abundant love and desire as a woman prompted you to have a man to fill you and fulfill you.

You understand my mind so well, Shiva you have put my feelings into words better than I could have expressed. I need a man like you; I have been waiting for a man like you to satisfy my desires. It so happened on peculiar and unbelievable way. I would have invited you to have me if had I met you earlier. Today, the loss of my son triggered both my motherly instinct and long awaited desire, flared up with you showering love.

Shiva, I should have helped him, my son, with love, I could have taught him to fuck. It’s so simple; because he couldn’t fuck his wife during first three nights, he thought he was impotent.
Was he impotent? How do you know amma?
He thought so. Perhaps he was. He wrote a letter to his wife, a week back and she showed it to me. I was planning to talk to him, help him fuck me with love and he would have learnt how to fuck a woman. “He should have told me, come to me, I would have made his cock big and hard, she took my cock into her hands stroking it. He could have fucked me. I would have helped him enter my cunt and fuck. I would have taught him how to fuck a woman.” she said. Why he did not share with me, talk to me in confidence, He knows I love him.

Padma, Now I understand, he wanted you. He saw you in his wife and wanted her to love him, and wanted her to show love and affection like a mother, make his cock bigger and help him to enter her, guide him with love, and take him, his cock into her. But he could not tell her and he could not fuck her unless she makes him big and hard.

Shiva, you do not need any such encouragement, your monstrous cock is already erect, ready to enter and open me up again. You make any woman open up and enter her with your monstrous cock. Kneeling down, she took my cock into her hands kissed the beautiful big pink knob, ran her tongue along the shaft, licked my scrotum and balls, then took the cock into her mouth sucked. “Shiva, your cock is so big, enormous, magnificent, long, thick and beautiful”

I pulled her up by her hair, asked her to bend. She obeyed, bent, her ass high up, her legs spread wide, resting her hands on the bed, and her hair fell down on both sides of her shoulders touching the floor. Her cunt spread wide and inviting. I entered her juicy cunt, doggy style. Oh! Shiva, you filled me up to my belly button. Fuck me hard. Fuck me, my son. We fucked, leisurely enjoying each and every stroke. She experienced orgasm violently, her whole body in ecstatic spasms, her cunt muscles all of a sudden gripping my cock, squeezing my cock. I stood still, allowing her to enjoy the long drawn multiple orgasms and then allowed myself to ejaculate hot loads of thick juice into her cunt.

We lay on the bed, I took her into my arms, and her head buried on to my chest, the she looked into my eyes, her eyes expressing shyness, satisfaction and softness. She said, I want to have a son like you. I wish today you might have already impregnated me. Somehow I feel it, because it is the right time for me.

I said, “Amma, I don’t know, but I promise you I try my best to impregnate you to give you my son or daughter.” She smiled, Shiva, any woman could feel safe, protected, satisfied and forever happy with you. You know how to make a woman happy and satisfied.

It was the lunchtime; I went out brought lunch for both of us, had a light lunch and she relaxed in my arms. After some time, she got up, washed her face, changed her saree and started combing her hair. I took the comb and combed her hair and she arranged her hair into beautiful bun. She was lying on my lap while we were talking. Her husband knocked the door and I opened. He saw Padma told her to travel by train, requested me to accompany Padma to their hometown. He took Gandhi’s body by taxi, to their village.

We were alone again in the room. Padma said, she wanted to take bath shampoo her hair. I helped her shampoo hair, and cleaned her every corner of her body with soap, dry and comb her hair.

I went to the station to arrange train tickets for me and Padma in 1st class coupe and came back to the guest house. Padma opened the door, looking fresh after taking rest, her hair left loose. I took her into my arms, kissed her and said, you look beautiful and sexy. I smelled her hair and said, ‘arrange your hair into a braid’. ‘She smiled, and said, ‘Not now. What everyone will think of me? I am not a wife travelling with husband on a pleasure trip; I am supposed to be a grieving mother.

Chapter 2
We boarded the train, got into the reserved 1st class coupe. After TTE checked the tickets, I locked the door. Padma got up loosened her bun combed and arranged her hair into a long braid. I encircled her from back, her long braid onto her front. We were in front of the mirror.
Padma, you look younger in long braid, people may think that you are my wife.

‘Do I look young enough to be your wife? I feel like a young girl with you. You are my real man, and lover. You made me a complete woman, mistress, lover and slave, she said.

Padma, you are an ageless beauty. Women like you become more beautiful and glamorous, attractive, sexier and desirable with advancing age, I said, fondling her earlobes and kissing behind her ears, licking them.

I could have been sexier and desirable, had I been satisfied, psychologically, emotionally, sexually by a lover like you, all these years, thoroughly enjoying my beauty and satisfying my abundant sex hunger. My precious youth have been wasted with my unromantic inept husband.

Amma, you mean that, you have not been fucked thoroughly enough to satisfy your sexual desire, so far except by me.

Yes, I confess. I have been waiting for a man like you all these years, for you Shiva, who can appreciate, admire, eat, enjoy, excite, experience, feel, fondle, fill and fuck me thoroughly. I have been waiting for a man like you who can own me, dominate me, possess me, and command me.

You filled my cunt with your monstrous cock so completely and filled my soul and heart with love, opening up inner depths, touching me deep to the core, made me pour out all my juices, making me melt and opening flood gates, and flow out all stored juices and thoughts, feelings, and desires. I have opened up my heart and soul; submitted myself uninhibitedly, shamelessly and completely to you.

It may be surprising to you, Shiva, first time in my life I experienced orgasm while fucking. I never experienced orgasm so far with my inept and useless husband all these years. I experienced such an intense ecstatic uncontrollable never ending multiple orgasms, every inch of my body, head to toe experienced orgasm, all my pores opened up, opening the flood gates, my stored kama melted, pouring out like flood gates of a dam opened, like a volcano erupted and lava gushing out.
Shiva, I realized how a woman can experience and enjoy the bliss, eternal bliss reaching nirvana. I have been doing meditation, yoga and puja worshipping the God to control and channelize my sexual energies and I knew what bliss is. But you made me achieve and reach much higher levels of nirvana unknown to me so far.

Shiva, a woman submits and surrenders herself and worships the man who can give her sexual bliss. She becomes his subject, Bhakta, dasi and devotee, I submit to you. You are my Master. I am your slave. Even now with you surrounding me my whole body is reacting with enthusiasm and expectation. You have the sensuous touch to ignite me, put me on fire and capacity to make me explode.

Padma, now that you have me, I will enjoy and explore every part of your sensuous and sensational beautiful body, enter, open and fill all your holes dear. You need to be fucked dear. Her sari pallu dropped to the floor, I removed her blouse and bra, releasing her huge voluminous heavy firm hanging conical breasts. Her firm jutting brown nipples was hard in my fingers as I stroked them, and then lifting her breasts up stroking from bottom and said, Padma, I wish I can suck milk from your breasts.

“You can, Shiva, my Lover Son, you made me lactate milk in the afternoon. I was surprised that I could lactate without being delivering baby. Your love ignited fire and motherly instinct, made my stored milk juices flow out of my breasts. I have experienced such ecstatic orgasms; I never knew such intense orgasm can occur. Impregnate me, and once I give birth to your son, I can feed my breast milk to both of you forever. I want a son from you, our love c***d from you, Shiva.” She said.

I kissed her breasts, sucking her engorged hard nipples, and removed her saree, untied her petticoat and took off my pants, asked her to sit down on the berth, her thighs spread wide, placed her legs on both sides of my shoulders. I started licking her engorged big protruding pink wet clitoris, slurping and lapping up her cunt juice with my tongue, inserted my tongue into her cunt deep and licking all over.

“I want to eat you, amma”
Eat me, son, Eat my cunt.
I started devouring her cunt, sucking her juices, slurping, licking her all over cunt sucking her juices, pressing my mouth to her cunt and sucking, making slurping noise. Oh. Shiva, you are sucking all my stored juices, you are emptying all my kama juices stored all these years, like a vacuum machine.

I got up; she offered her wet juicy cunt, her hands holding onto the berth. I entered her juice drenched cunt, opening her up, penetrating slowly and steadily going into her like a knife in slab of soft butter mound, filling her deep cunt to the bottom. The train was moving with a rhythmic sound and my cock was moving in her cunt like piston, forward and backward at a steady pace enjoying each stroke opening up her cunt, and her cunt receiving my cock with equal enthusiasm. Every time like a boring machine boring into a soft rain drenched earth.

Oh Shiva, my god, fuck me my son, fuck my cunt deep yes yes. She was making loud noises with abandoned carelessness. Amma, you have beautiful big ass. Padma was thrusting her ass up to meet my cock, every time making thapach, thapach noise. I increased the momentum matching the increasing speed of the train. Her cunt was gripping my cock and releasing it, repeatedly again and again; her orgasmic response was gradually increasing and then reached its peak as her cunt gripped my cock tightly for a long time and slowly releasing. It was like Tsunami waves one after another; her body was shivering. She was like a wild a****l crying out loud with pleasure. Her finger nails dug deep scratching my back violently, drawing blood. Gradually her orgasm slowly subsided, as I still was fucking at a high speed and with all my energy, pounding into her cunt.

My cock finally ejaculated loads and loads of hot lava, thick sperm into her cunt. She gripped my cock, squeezed and sucked all my sperm with her cunt muscles into her, draining and emptying me. This is what she wants, she wanted to get fucked, become pregnant that day, and I was not to disappoint her. We disentangled, and she cleaned my cock with towel and lie down on the berth to allow my sperm to enter her womb and couple with her waiting fertile egg.

I sat next to her. She smiled and said, Shiva, I have never been fucked so intensely and so many times in a day and experienced such an intense orgasms and nirvana in my life. You are a passionate lover. You are a lion. I think you made me pregnant. I said, don’t worry, night is still young, we shall have more opportunities to ensure impregnation.

Woman intuitively knows when her hormones are at peak and her egg is ready to receive the sperm. It was on such rare occasion that Padma, wanted and got pregnant. it so happened, as she told me later she was impregnated by me on that day.

Shiva, you treat me as if I am your young lover though I am of your mother’s age. You have the confidence in you to make me feel like a young girl. I am sure many a woman might have submitted themselves to you enamored by your charm.

Chapter 3
The following day, after all the religious rituals were completed, and all the relatives and visitors left, Padma came to my room. Her eyes were red due not having slept earlier night. People assumed her eyes were red because of her crying.

She hugged me and said; I have been waiting for your sensuous touch all the day, Shiva.
I have been waiting to fuck you amma.
Why do you call me amma now?
You said you wanted me as your son, yesterday.
But I feel that I am your wife, I want to be your wife, Shiva. You cannot marry me; our relationship has to be mother and son for the society.
In private what do I call you, Padma?
Call me whatever you want to call me, call me as your wife. I am yours and only yours for life, until death. Don’t leave me, my young lover and stud husband.
Am I your husband? Am I your stud, Amma
Yes, you are my family stud. You have to impregnate me and my daughter in law. I want you tie mangalsutra to me and my daughter in law also, so that you become our joint husband.

My daughter in law Madhu should not go out of this house as virgin. I do not want the society to know that my son was impotent and could not fuck his wife. You have to deflower and impregnate her, at the earliest, so that the society thinks that it was my lost son who made her pregnant.

You have become my son and hence you a right to fuck my daughter in law. You have become my husband and it’s your duty to protect family prestige and so you as father in law you can fuck daughter in law and make her pregnant. I present our virgin daughter in law to you tonight.
Did you fuck any virgin girl so far, Shiva
No, Amma.
You have had lot of experience in fucking women, Do you only fuck mothers and not virgin girls.

Yes. I fuck mothers, who willingly offer themselves to me, wants me to fill and fulfill their insatiable desires. I make them happy and satisfied, with my love and fuck. You are an expert in seducing mothers and fucking them with love. No wonder, you seduced me instantly without much effort yesterday.
I liked you the moment I saw you.
Who seduced whom, yesterday, who seduced whom?
It was you. You are a virile, handsome, irresistible and mischievous, man who can make any woman desire you, feel uncontrollable need to have you near them, surround them, hug them, and own them, as if they have been waiting for you to be owned by you and fuck by you all their life.

You seduced me, a grieving helpless mother, crying for the loss of her married son. You made me shamelessly invite your cock to enter me like a bitch in heat. You wanted me from the moment you saw me, as you yourself admitted, and have been waiting for an opportunity ever since to fuck me. Had I not submitted willingly, you would have entered me by force, and would have made me to submit to you. You are an unscrupulous, immoral, and i****tuous stud.

Me? You are calling me i****tuous, Amma? I asked.
The first time you saw me in my house, when you came to attend my son’s wedding, you looked at me as if you own me, despite the presence of so many people around us. You looked into my eyes as if only both of us were in a secluded place. Your eyes revealed compassion, empathy, love and desire for me as if you suddenly found your valuable properly after a long time. Your voice commanded me, and when you talked me ordered me as a master. I wanted you to woo me, to court me, to cajole me, to love me; I wanted you to have me. That’s why subsequently whenever I talked to my son on phone, I always enquired about you. I even talked to you on phone, but of course, my son was there, so I could not express myself except talking generally. I have been thinking of you always ever since you first saw me. Many a night you were in my dreams.

I know that Amma, I was aware of your interest in me, but whenever you talked to me your son was always there with me, I could not also express my love to you. But You have been in my thoughts always and I used to see your son’s wedding photographs many a time only to see you.

Shiva, you are certainly i****tuous, calling me Amma, Amma while I talked to you on phone. But your voice conveyed your desire for me. You called me Amma, even while fucking. Even today, when you hugged me, encircling me, putting your hands on my head and stroking me lovingly, calling me Amma, and at the same time thrusting your hard cock, pressing against me, I could feel your hard cock, and my mind responded with love thinking it was my son, my body responded with desire. You evoked, provoked incited my body and mind to respond. My dormant desires exploded, as if I have been a simmering mountain, waiting all these years for you to trigger. You provoked, initiated, instigated triggered and ignited my mind body, and my unsatisfied desires. The moment you took me into your arms, embraced me, my dormant desires surfaced. I felt safe and comfortable in your arms.

It had been many years since I had felt such an intense desire, that slow ache in the abdomen, blood surging as on a fast-moving swing. I never experienced such a desire to be taken by a man. I never felt such an intense urge with my husband even as a young newly married woman. You incited, provoked and excited me to a state that I could no longer wait for you to enter my depths. You set my body and mind on fire. I want you in me I want to take all of you into me.
As you entered and opened me up. I happily invited your cock into my cunt, your monstrous hard long thick cock thrusting and opening my wet hungry cunt, filling my cunt deep to the bottom, but still exploring, drilling further deep, widening, touching and caressing every minute corner inside my cunt and caressing my clitoris, simultaneously making me experience and enjoy hitherto unknown ecstatic pleasure.

I uninhibitedly submitted to you as if you own me, as if you are my God, and it was my duty to submit myself to you. I was like a musical instrument unused for a long time and kept in a corner gathered dust, you found it, dusted, cleaned, tuned, and started fondling the strings to make beautiful music. You fucked my mind and cunt simultaneously and thoroughly. Every pore in y body opened, every corner in my mind opened and experienced the bliss.

Perhaps, had we met in normal circumstances, it would have taken more time for me to allow you enter me. I would have enjoyed and waited for you to woo me, to court me and would have gone through long drawn romantic seduction before I accepted you into me. You wanted to fuck me, the first time you saw me. I knew it. I was waiting for you to make advances, but there was no opportunity for us both.

You called me Amma, while fucking me. Was it not? Yes Padma, Perhaps you are right. Both of us are i****tuous, like every mother and son. I called you amma because you wanted your son to fuck you.

Shiva, honestly, I want a man like you to have me, who enjoys my beauty, who can command me, and who can make my erotic dreams come true. I wish my son was a man like you in fucking, and fucked his wife thoroughly. Since he did not fuck his wife, left her as a virgin, I want you to fuck her and deflower her. I want to see your cock fucking her virgin cunt.

Now I want you to own me, use me, abuse me, eat me, beat me, lick me, lap me, kick me, suck me, feel me, fuck me, rip me, knead me, command me, and do everything and anything possible. You are like Lord Shiva. You have a cock always ready, erect, and virile, like Shiva lingam to fuck mothers.
Suck my lingam, your son’s cock, Amma.
Yeah, son, see how big it is, like Dhvaja sthabham in front of Temple, erect and straight, like the Cock of Nandishvara. Your cock is so big and proud. She bent took my cock into her mouth, sucking, licking along the shaft to the know, nibbling my engorged big pink knob, licking the base and scrotum, my nerves electrified, blood flowing at jet speed to the cock. Amma, if you continue sucking I may ejaculate into your mouth. She got up and was lying on the bed. I positioned myself on my knees, between her open thighs, lifted and place her legs on both sides of my shoulders, entered her juicy cunt all the way in and started fucking with all my energy. Padma was crying loud with pleasure, enjoying the brute force with which I am pounding her cunt.

Amma your arse is so beautiful and tempting, get up and bend on your knees. She obeyed, and bent her arse high up. I reentered her cunt, fucked her holding her braid with one hand and inserted my finger in her ass hole. Her arse hole twitched, but as I slowly inserted my finger deep, her ass hole opened up. I fucked her cunt with my cock and asshole with my fingers simultaneously.

Chapter 4
Two days later, Padma brought her widowed daughter-in-law, 20 yr. old Madhusmitha, a virgin, in a traditional way for the first night.

Madhu, tall lean beautiful large expressive innocent inviting anxious eyes juicy lips shy long smooth hair arranged into a single plait reaching her mid thighs decorated with jasmine flowers wearing her wedding silk saree was led by Padma to my room with a glass of milk. It was the tradition that widowed wife wears kumkum on forehead and flowers in braid till all ceremonies are performed on 13th day.

Padma said, make her happy and make her pregnant. I deflowered Madhu that night. After Madhu slept, I went to Padma, who was waiting for me. We fucked till wee hours. I stayed till 13th day ceremony, fucking both mother-in-law and daughter-in-law, day and night and returned to the college.

I got a phone call from Padma and Madhu informing me that both were pregnant, impregnated by me. Both were happy. People thought it was Gandhi who made his wife pregnant and it was Padma’s husband who made her pregnant. I continued my visits to their home every month. I went to them three days prior to their scheduled delivery date. Both Padma and Madhusmitha became proud mothers delivering boys. Padma and Madhu both delivered male babies. Everyone in the family and relatives said, it was Gandhi born again.

I was breastfed by both the mothers. I visit them often, enjoying them. Parma’s husband knew about our secret affair. Padma and her husband adapted Madhu as their daughter. Madhu later on got married to Padma’s younger brother, a widower.

I visit them whenever the occasion arises. Secretly, I was the son Padma lost, I was the husband Madhu lost, fulfilling the vacuum left by Gandhi, and filling the void left, both physically and psychologically.

Madhu is now an English Professor in a reputed college, living with her in-laws (adapted parents) husband