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Rithika woke up and sighed. Last night had been incredible. She’d lost track of how many times she’d come, or how many times Shravan had for that matter. He lay next to her in bed, sound asleep, his warm naked body looking peaceful. It was a stark contrast to what she’d seen from him last night, and it was nice to see this side of him again. “You’re kidding yourself Rithika,” she thought, “things are never going to be the same again.”

Part of her was saddened by that, part of her felt ashamed at what had happened. But Rithika couldn’t deny that part of her was also excited by what she had done. She had pushed her morals aside; it was too late to turn back. Rithika wasn’t going to delude herself with ideas of trying to return to the past. She reached over with her hand and sensuously caressed Shravan’s hairless chest, enjoying the feel of his taut muscles. Slowly, she explored downwards, until her hand rested gently on his stomach.

“He’s so handsome,” Rithika thought as she snuggled up against him, kissed his cheek softly, and rested her head upon his broad chest. She lay there in silence, trying to reconcile herself with what she had done. She’d gone to bed with a young man who was clearly in an emotionally fragile state, having recently broken up with his girlfriend. She hadn’t stopped herself from putting her own carnal needs above everything else, including her marriage vows. That was only a small part of her wickedness however, because Shravan wasn’t any young man, he was her son. Rithika paused to remember how it had all began.

Rithika had been looking forward to this day for months. Her son Shravan had been away at college, but summer had arrived, and he was finally coming home. Rithika busied herself getting his room ready for him, caught up in her excitement to see him again. Even her husband Shrinath seemed cheerful, which was rare for him, but he missed his only son too, and seemed genuinely happy that Shravan was returning. Both parents knew that their boy had grown up, and didn’t expect any tearful reunions however.

Shravan was coming home to them, but was probably more interested in spending time with his Kavitha, his girlfriend of three years, then with his musty old parents. Still, Rithika counted the days until Shravan’s return. The day before Shravan’s plane was coming in Rithika went to visit Kavitha at her house. Rithika never spent much time with her before, but the girl seemed nice, and she wanted to like her. Kavitha was on the phone when Rithika arrived, talking to one of her girlfriends, but held her hand to the phone to say:

“Make yourself at home Mrs. Shrinath, I’ll be off in a minute.” Rithika went to the bathroom. As she neared the living room on her back, Kavitha was still talking on the phone. Rithika didn’t mean to eavesdrop, but when she heard Kavitha say Shravan’s name, she couldn’t help but stop and listen in. Rithika hid in the adjacent room, still able see Kavitha though, out of the corner of her vision. “No dear, it’s no big deal. We’ve drifted apart, I don’t love Shravan anymore,” Kavitha said. Rithika’s heart sank. She knew how much Shravan loved Kavitha; he often told Rithika that he thought ‘she was the one.’ This was going to kill him.”I’ve been meaning to break it off for a long time,” Kavitha said.

“What’s taking me so long?” Rithika heard Kavitha say, accompanied by a giggle. “Well,” Kavitha laughed with embarrassment, “because he’s dynamite in the sack.” Rithika became flustered; she felt strange hearing someone talk about her boy this way, but forced herself to listen on. Any information about what Kavitha was planning might be of use to her in making this less painful for Shravan. “Shravan was on the swim team, he’s got a great body,” Kavitha said, “although I used to bug him about never winning any races because of that extra baggage he’s got,” Kavitha chuckled.

“Not fat, silly,” Kavitha said, “Shravan doesn’t have any, except for that fat cock of his!” Kavitha laughed, “That’s what I told him, he’d lost all his races because of the drag in the water from his fat cock!” Rithika was in shock from what she was hearing, but then her jaw dropped from what she heard Kavitha say next: “Can you believe he wanted to fuck me in the ass with that thing? I wouldn’t let him, it was a tight enough fit doing him the regular way.” Then Kavitha added, “Shravan’s horny all the time.

You know how they say that stress is supposed to kill your sex drive; well it makes him horny. Everything does. I remember when he was getting ready to take his xam’s; he nearly wore me out with that huge dick.” After a pause Kavitha chuckled, “I don’t know, he’s…” Rithika saw Kavitha look down smiling as she held her hands far apart. The girl must have been exaggerating, because a good foot separated Kavitha’s hands. Rithika had heard enough; she retreated, then returned, making plenty of noise to warn Kavitha.”Gotta go,” Kavitha said abruptly and hung up the phone, as she heard Rithika approach.

Rithika had gone there hoping to get to know Kavitha a little better before Shravan returned. She was even going to ask her when she and Shravan were going to get married, hoping they would wait until Shravan graduated and found a proper job. After what Rithika had heard, however, she felt sick to her stomach. She apologized to Kavitha for leaving so soon, explaining that she felt ill. With that, Rithika went home, her mind in turmoil.

That night, after Rithika stayed up absently watching TV after Shrinath had gone to sleep. She hadn’t told him about what had happened that day. The fact was that Shrinath wasn’t much of a father, or much of a husband, for that matter. He spent most of his time on the road working, and hadn’t been very interested in getting involved in Shravan’s life. It was only a coincidence that he was even home for his son’s return from school. Shrinath had always been distant towards his family; sometimes Rithika wondered why she had stayed with him all these years. It certainly wasn’t love, that had faded from her marriage long ago.

Their sex life had become non-existent. Although it hadn’t been much from the beginning, Rithika still preferred that to nothing. In the last few years Shrinath had lost interest entirely, and Rithika had turned to masturbating to relieve her sexual needs. It wasn’t that she wasn’t attractive, Rithika still had a pretty face and good figure at thirty-seven, and her D cup breasts got her more than her share of looks from men. In fact, just a few months ago she had met a handsome young man downtown who had offered to share a cab with her. They were going in the same direction and Rithika agreed to split the fare with him. She had a wonderful conversation with Shyam on the way, and enjoyed his company.

Despite being a complete gentleman, Rithika had caught Shyam taking peeks at her nylon-covered legs and the cleavage of her full bosom during the cab ride. She had put her hand on Shyam’s chin and raised it so he was facing her, and said, “You know you’re supposed to look at a woman’s eyes when you talk to her.” Shyam blushed and apologized, saying she was so beautiful he couldn’t resist starring.

Rithika teasingly scolded him but had enjoyed the attention; it felt exciting to have the young man wanting her. When it was time for Shyam to leave, he forced a slip of paper with his phone number into her hand, saying he wanted to see her again. Rithika threw away his number however; she wanted to be faithful to her vows, at least in body. Her mind was a different story though; when bringing herself to climax she often fantasized about having taken the sexy young man up on his offer.

Even though Rithika didn’t want to cheat on Shrinath she sometimes wondered why she just hadn’t gotten a divorce. Maybe it was because Shrinath paid the bills. Maybe it was because she liked the security that comes with being married. Maybe it was because she didn’t want Shravan to grow up in a broken home. At times like this, however, she might as well be a single mother. If Shravan was going to get through this crisis it was going to be from her support, not Shrinath’s.

Rithika couldn’t believe the way she had heard Kavitha talking on the phone. Shravan was better off without her. That tramp was stringing her son along for sex; Rithika wondered what he even saw in her. Rithika became flabbergasted thinking about what that Kavitha had said about Shravan, and the way she had impishly smiled while estimating the size of his penis. Not only was Kavitha a slut but she was a liar too. Shrinath was downright small in that department; Rithika didn’t think his son couldn’t be that different.

The next morning Rithika and Shrinath went to pick up Shravan from the airport. Shravan was disappointed that Kavitha was not there to meet him too, but Rithika did her best to keep his mind off that by asking him about his studies. With the situation with Kavitha hovering in her thoughts, Rithika felt more protective of Shravan than usual, and it showed, as she gave her son a big hug and kiss, and fawned over him on the drive home from the airport. “Mom, I’m not a kid anymore,” Shravan protested, but Rithika ignored his objections. It was like she could see the dark cloud approaching her son, and her maternal instincts to shield him kicked in.

Shrinath and Rithika had planned to take Shravan out for dinner, but Shravan convinced them to take him out for lunch instead, as he had plans with Kavitha that evening. At lunch the three of them took time to catch up with each other. For the moment, Rithika was happy. It was nice to be together as a family again even if it was going to be short-lived; Shravan would be staying for the summer but Shrinath was leaving for yet another business trip in a few days. Nevertheless, Rithika’s peace was shaky; whenever Shrinath or Shravan mentioned Kavitha a chill would go down her spine.

That evening Shravan went out with Kavitha, and Rithika nervously stayed up to wait for him. Time moved by at a snail’s pace for her. Shrinath urged her to go to bed, and she reluctantly agreed, but Rithika felt too unsettled to fall asleep. At around midnight she heard the sound of the front door open. Rithika lay in bed waiting, unsure of what to do. After ten minutes she still hadn’t heard Shravan come upstairs, so she decided to see if he was Ok. Rithika carefully crept downstairs. When she saw her son, he was sitting on the couch, quietly sobbing. The sight broke Rithika’s heart; she ran to Shravan and embraced him “Mom, she … she dumped me,” Shravan muttered.

“I’m so sorry honey,” Rithika sobbed, holding Shravan tightly to her. They sat next to each other for some time, holding each other. It was only then that Rithika realized that she had forgotten to put on her robe before coming downstairs, and was only wearing her silk nightdress. She didn’t have anything on underneath either. She chastised herself for being so foolish, but she was not going to break their embrace now. Rithika felt glad she could be there for her son. After comforting him for an hour, Shravan said he was going to sleep.

Rithika went to bed as well. When she got into bed, she noticed that her nipples were rock hard. “Oh no,” Rithika thought, angry with herself for not dressing properly after getting out of bed. The cool air downstairs must have caused that to happen. Shravan would undoubtedly have felt them pressing into his chest while they had held each other too. Rithika drifted off to sleep, her mind wandering aimlessly through the events of the day.

At one point, the thought that holding Shravan had caused her nipples to stiffen casually entered her mind. It had been ages since Rithika had made love to Shrinath; she had almost forgotten what it was like to embrace a man so close to her bare skin. Rithika reasoned that she couldn’t help it if her body had reacted from such a fond display of affection, although she felt ashamed that it had happened with her son.

The next day Shravan stayed in his room, too depressed to see anyone. Rithika wanted Shrinath to talk to him but not surprisingly, he was too busy. He told Rithika not to worry, Shravan would be fine, but Rithika knew better. She had never seen Shravan so distraught; his depression was so deep it frightened her. Rithika repeatedly went to Shravan’s door and asked if he was all right, but he would only answer, “Leave me alone.”

This did little to soothe Rithika’s fears, and her imagination went awry, afraid that Shravan might hurt himself. She had to reassure herself that he wasn’t up to anything like that. Outside the house, there was a small ladder perched across from Shravan’s window. Rithika felt guilty about spying on him, but she had to be certain Shravan was all right. She went outside and carefully climbed the ladder so that she could peer into his room. When Rithika got up to his window she almost fell from the shock of what she saw. Shravan was standing over his bed, naked, furiously jacking off. His eyes were looking down at a something lying on the top, most likely a pornographic magazine.

Rithika stood and watched, dumbfounded. She was glad her son was all right but never imagined she would find him like this. Several minutes passed before Rithika realized she’d been staring. Her mouth was dry and her palms were sweaty too. Rithika knew it was wrong, but the sight was turning her on. She hadn’t seen a naked man in years, and it was hard to turn away from the sight. She’d forgotten how attractive some of them could be. Shravan was lean and strong, muscular without being too brawny. Rithika hadn’t seen him nude since he was a child and until now, hadn’t realized what a handsome young man he had become.

Shravan turned slightly and Rithika could now clearly see his cock. “Oh my god,” she said aloud. It must have been at least nine inches, and was incredibly thick. Rithika had never seen anything like it. She remembered what Kavitha had said about Shravan’s size; it was true after all. Rithika felt her pussy tingle, and her eyes became glued to the sight before her. Without realizing it, her hand began to gently caress her body.

Faster and faster Shravan stroked himself, and Rithika uncontrollably increased her pace with him, as she now shamelessly rubbed her burning pussy. At last, when Rithika thought she was ready to explode she saw Shravan’s body stiffen as thick jets of come spurted into the air from his virile cock. The sight was too much for Rithika; she gripped the ladder tightly, barely managing to keep her balance as she came with him.

Rithika sat down to dinner with Shrinath and Shravan. Three days had passed in which she barely spoke to either of them. Luckily Shravan wasn’t in the mood for talking, and Shrinath wasn’t much of a conversationalist. She occasionally raised her eyes from her plate to look at Shravan, but would then quickly avert them, as he seemed to be always looking at her. After she and Shrinath went to bed, Rithika lay awake, unable to go to sleep. It was one thing to masturbate to the sight of a man other than her husband, but Rithika couldn’t believe she had done it while looking at her son.

She decided to get her mind off it by thinking about Shyam. It might relieve the sexual tensions that had gotten the best of her earlier. Besides, her imaginary lover always seemed to help her relax. Rithika quietly lay in bed, rubbing her clit, imagining herself being passionately engulfed by Shyam’s sexy young body. “Oh Shyam, oh Shyam,” she repeated to herself, imagining herself and the young stud in a myriad of sexual positions. Rithika could feel her orgasm coming, and frantically increased her pace, trying to finish what she had started. Just then she heard a sound in the distance; it was the shower. Shravan was in there. Rithika was too close to orgasm to think rationally.

She tried to resist, but the image of Shravan forced its way into her mind. She imagined her son in the shower, the hot water spraying his fantastic body, the steam rising all around him. Rithika couldn’t reverse her lusty thoughts from moving forward, and now pictured her son frantically jacking off a huge erection. The thought made her begin to gasp for breath as her orgasm overwhelmed her.

Rithika bit her pillow hard as the waves of her climax overwhelmed her, sending her mind spinning uncontrollably with flashing images of random sexual thoughts. In some of these images she again saw Shravan in the shower; and in some others she was in there with him. The next day Shrinath left to run some errands, although Rithika expected him back in a couple of hours. Shravan stayed in his room, more depressed than ever. Rithika felt too ashamed to face him and tried to keep her distance.

Finally, after about an hour she decided to talk to him. Shravan was going through a terrible crisis; she couldn’t just avoid him. Rithika knocked on her son’s door. “Please Shravan, I have to talk to you.” Shravan opened the door. Rithika could see by the look on his face that he had been crying. “Oh, so you’re talking to me again.” He then added bitterly, “I thought you were giving me the silent treatment.””I tried to talk to you the other day but you told me to leave you alone,” Rithika replied.

“I didn’t want to talk then. That doesn’t mean that I don’t want to talk ever. It doesn’t mean you should treat me like a leper. From Dad, I could believe that; hell I even expect it from him. But not from you.” Shravan said harshly. “It’s like you don’t care about me anymore.” Tears streamed down Rithika’s eyes and she rushed to embrace her son. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” Rithika wept as she held him. Rithika felt guilt-ridden. Shravan wasn’t responsible for her corrupt thoughts and yet she was punishing him for them.

She was overcome by her feelings of remorse. “I swear I’ll never hurt you like that again honey,” Rithika said, gripping Shravan even closer. She covered his face with kisses, all the while repeating, “I’m so sorry.” Just then Rithika became aware of something pressing against her, and was shocked when she realized her son was getting an erection. Rithika tried to pull away, but Shravan’s powerful grip held her in place.

“Please Mom don’t leave me,” he pleaded. Rithika thought Shravan must be too overcome by grief to know what had happened, so she stopped trying to pull free. They continued holding each other. She had stopped kissing Shravan but he was now kissing her as she had done to him. His lips occasionally brushed hers, but Rithika didn’t pull away, as she feared he would again feel rejected. As time passed, however, Rithika found her becoming more and more distracted. She could now feel Shravan’s hard penis throbbing against her loins. Rithika felt feverish and her pussy was getting wet, this whole thing had gotten out of control. She tried to break free: “Honey, we have to stop.”

“Please Mom, I can’t handle this alone. I need you to make it better.” Shravan continued kissing her, and every time his lips found hers, they seemed to linger for longer and longer periods of time. Rithika felt herself getting hotter by the minute; the kissing had set her body on fire, and she inadvertently began kissing Shravan back. Shravan’s hands traveled downwards. He squeezed her ass, pulling her hard against his erection and Rithika moaned from the pleasure. Shravan pushed his tongue into her mouth, and Rithika didn’t stop him.

Suddenly, Rithika’s body wracked violently as she came. Her knees too weak to stand, she crumpled to the floor. Rithika lay on her back, and Shravan kneeled beside her. “Please Shravan, we should stop,” she pleaded feebly, but Shravan ignored her, and pulled Rithika’s blouse over her head. After he removed her bra, Shravan lay Rithika back and Shravan got on top of her. He devoured her ample bosom, sucking her nipples wildly and expertly lashing her silver dollar areola while kneading her large mounds with his sensuous hands.

Rithika had never had a man make her feel so good, and involuntarily put her hand behind Shravan’s head, pulling him closer to her breast as Shravan continued to kiss and suck her tits. When he bit her nipples Rithika felt a bolt of electricity surge through her, and screamed, “Oh god Shravan, don’t stop, I’m going to come!” and Shravan sucked on them as hard as he could, causing her body to explode from another orgasm. Rithika wrapped her arms around Shravan and held him close to her bare chest and wept.

“Please forgive me honey. I shouldn’t have let this happen.” Shravan lifted his head and looked Rithika in the eyes: “Stop punishing yourself Mom, you didn’t make me do anything I didn’t want to.” “Even so, I’m your mother, I’m supposed to stop you even if you don’t want to stop.””Did you like it?” Shravan asked.”You know I did,” Rithika blushed. “Then let it happen. I need you and, even if you won’t admit it, you need me too. Dad doesn’t want you, which is crazy. You’re so beautiful, I want you and you want me.

Let it happen Mom, don’t fight it,” Shravan said. Rithika was silent; it was hard to fight against something what she had enjoyed so much. Shravan smiled, knowing he had won, and bent down to give his mother a deep kiss. Before things got out of hand again Rithika managed to stop him and say, “Shravan, darling, your father is going to be home any minute. We have to stop.” She then nervously added, “He’s going back on the road tonight, though.” Shravan got off Rithika and insisted, “OK, but after that, no excuses.”

“No excuses,” Rithika repeated, knowing that she had no intention of making any. She wasn’t going to fight her desires anymore; she wanted Shravan as badly as he wanted her. That night the family sat for dinner. Shrinath talked about the business trip he was taking, and Rithika did her best to humor him, but she was barely listening. The anticipation of what was coming later had her hornier than ever. She was way too excited to listen to Shrinath’s boring story. Although Shrinath didn’t notice Rithika’s unusual behavior, Shravan did, and couldn’t resist teasing her a bit.

They were having chicken, and when Shravan was sure that only his mother could see him, he teased the meat with his mouth in the same way he had done earlier to her breasts. Rithika became even more aroused at Shravan’s illicit act, giving him a suggestive smile, and thought of a way to play a prank of her own. When Shrinath looked away from her Rithika held up a small potato on her fork and lapped at it with her tongue. Shravan had to stop himself from choking; he couldn’t believe his mother had done that.

Just as Shravan had recovered he looked back at Rithika. She held up a loaf of bread from the table in one hand, put her other hand around it and quickly pumped it back and forth.”I give,” Shravan laughed.”What?” his father asked.”Nice trip. I said have a nice trip,” Shravan replied. After dinner Shrinath left, leaving Shravan and Rithika alone. Rithika thought she’d torment Shravan a bit by playing hard to get, so she surprised him by leaving the dining room for the kitchen.

Shravan walked after her, and saw her getting ready to wash the dishes. He said, “What are you doing Mom? That can wait!””We’ve got plenty of time dear, and you know I like to wash the dishes right after dinner,” feigning the most prudish voice she could muster. Shravan gave her his best puppy-dog frown. Rithika smiled, deciding to yield: “I guess I can just put them in the dishwasher tonight.””You really can’t wait, can you?” she added with a chuckle, pointing at Shravan’s dick, which was straining tightly against his jeans.

“I nearly came in my pants during dinner. I had to unzip my fly just to relieve some of the tension. I didn’t know you had such a nasty imagination.” Shravan said.”If I knew your big dick was hanging out under the table you would have found out just how nasty I can be. Besides, there’s a lot of things you don’t know about my imagination,” Rithika replied. “You took a shower yesterday before you went to sleep. I had a nice fantasy about that,” Rithika smiled mischievously.”

So you did want me before today. I knew it!” he said triumphantly, then added, “it’s Ok Mom, I’ve been fantasizing about you for a lot longer than that.””Really? What kind of fantasies?” his mother asked, intrigued.”Like you said Mom, we’ve got plenty of time.” Shravan grinned. He put his arm around her trim, sexy waist and added, “I think I need a shower.” He playfully smelled her. “You definitely need one Mom.”

Rithika snapped her washcloth at him. “Oh, you’re terrible,” she giggled, and walked upstairs with him. When they reached the bathroom, Rithika turned on the water in the shower to let it warm up. Shravan reached for her, but she stopped him, saying, “After the way you took care of me this afternoon, it’s your turn to relax honey. Don’t do a thing for now.””You’re the boss,” Shravan replied.

Rithika slowly undressed Shravan. She had tried her best to deny her lust for him, but in truth she had wanted Shravan ever since she had seen him masturbating in his bedroom. Now that her carnal needs had completely routed her morals, Rithika felt like a tremendous weight had been lifted from her shoulders, allowing her to openly explore her sexuality, including her incestuous feelings towards her son. She never fathomed that those feelings could be so arousing, but since discovering them,

Rithika couldn’t resist drawing upon them. Rithika undressed, her heart beating faster as her eyes stayed fixed upon her naked son, his engorged cock standing proudly in front of him. Seeing Shravan like this before had turned Rithika on, but undressing before him was even better. She could see the desire in Shravan mount as inch after inch of her body became exposed to his hungry eyes. Even though she still had a good figure for her age, it was flattering to know she could still affect a man like that.

When she was nude Shravan couldn’t help but utter, “My god, you’re even more beautiful than I’d imagined.”Remember, I’m the boss,” Rithika teased. With that, she walked over to Shravan and put her arms around his neck. Rithika pressed her naked body tightly against him, massaging her large pendulous breasts into his chest while grinding her dripping pussy against him. She shivered as a surge of sexual electricity shot through her body; this forbidden embrace with her son almost making her come. ”

Slow down,” Rithika told herself, “we’ve got plenty of time.” The shower was ready now. Rithika slid the door open, filling the room with steam. She smiled wickedly as she took her handsome young son by the hand and led him in, sliding the shower door shut behind them.

Rithika put her arms around Shravan’s neck and they kissed passionately, using their tongues to fully explore each other’s mouth. Rithika then broke their kiss to say, “Let me give you something really special honey.” She sensuously caressed his chest, then moved slowly downwards, until finally settling before him on her knees. Rithika took a moment to examine Shravan’s impressive organ with her hands. It was incredibly long and almost as thick as her wrist.

Rithika had heard about penises this size, but never dreamed of being so close one, and was a little unsure about sucking one that large into her mouth. She decided to work her way up to that so she started by swirling her tongue around the large bulbous head while pumping Shravan’s thickly veined shaft with her hand. Shravan started moaning loudly, and told her how great it felt, and Rithika grew more confident, using her full lips to suck the tip of his cock. Shravan wouldn’t let her stop at that, though.

He groaned, instinctively pushing his hips forward. Rithika almost gagged but relaxed her mouth and throat, allowing his cock to slide deeper than she imagined she could ever handle. Sensing it was OK with her, Shravan held Rithika’s head in his hands and began to fuck her mouth. Rithika loved it, and encouraged her son further by putting her hands on his ass and massaging his firm, sexy buns while bobbing her head savagely against his thrusts.

“Oh, Oh!” Shravan yelled he came. Rithika felt his hot come spraying in her mouth. She never liked swallowing a man’s come, but the lewd idea of drinking from her son’s penis turned her on so much that she relished his taste, hungrily milking his cock for more. Shravan lay back against the wall of the shower, drained. “Oh god Mom, that was so good. I never dreamed it could feel that good.” Rithika turned off the shower and smiled, her full lips still coated with her son’s sticky come. “I’m glad you liked it sweetie, I liked it too. Let me dry you off. It’ll give you some time to recover. I want you to have all your strength when you use that big dick on me.”

Rithika toweled herself then dried Shravan, pausing occasionally to give him a little kiss or caress. She was delighted to see that her ministrations were having the desired effect; Shravan’s cock was already semi-erect. When she finished with the towel, Rithika opened the door and chuckled mischievously as she went down the hallway towards her bedroom, swaying her naked ass for him enticingly as she walked.

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