Raja and Meena and the Rebels

Literotic asexstories – Raja and Meena and the Rebels by freethe,freethe Raja and Meena versus the Rebels

Another mother-son story. A lot of incestuous sex. Some attempted forced sex. Readers who may be offended by this should look elsewhere. The storyline may perhaps be a bit repetitive. But there’s only so much imagination in the author’s head. Hope the readers like this. Comments are welcome.

Legend:

Amma: Mother

Appa: Father

Setting:

Somewhere in the mountainous hinterland of South India. The mountains are filled with rebels who are resisting the government’s effort to modernize the area and to exploit the region’s natural resources.

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The rebels were in need of able bodied men in their fight against the government in this remote part of the hinterland in the dry, barren hills of South India. It was easy to round up the men and boys in villages as the houses were all close by. But in the surrounding hills and mountains, the huts and homes of the people were far flung and it made it difficult to search. And most of the hill people were government sympathizers, and so were not helping the rebels anyway, and did not give up their menfolk easily. People were very afraid of the rebels. Most of the men they took away never returned, having been either arrested by the government or killed in some meaningless encounters with the police.

Meena had heard the news about the rebel’s roundup during her weekly trip to the makeshift marketplace at the foothills. She was very scared. She had lost an older son and a son-in-law to this senseless war. Her stupid husband was supporting the rebels, and made occasional short trips back home to give her essentials and some money.

Fortunately, the family had planned well ahead and her younger son, Raja, who now was almost twenty-three years old, had somehow escaped this god forsaken place a few years ago and had gone to the nearest city to work and then made his way further south where the people were friendly and the government was kind and public minded and the war was so far behind him that it was a distant memory. But Raja used to come about once a year to visit her, making sure he was hidden from the rebels, and particularly his father.

Just two days earlier, Raja had returned home, sneaking through the jungles and mountains at night to avoid being seen by the ever present rebel army patrols. Needless to say, Meena was overjoyed. But she was scared and terrified that someone might have seen him coming or even see him at her house. Fortunately the ramshackle houses that were in the area were far flung and hidden by heavily wooded jungle and hills, so much so that even the neighbors would not be able to see him.

But the timing this time was very bad. The rebels were making their roundup once more and they were combing the hills and were coming closer by the day. It would be difficult to hide Raja from them.

They say that boys stop growing at a certain age. But Meena kept seeing changes in Raja each year he came visiting. He looked to be growing taller, smarter, more muscular and overall more attractive and handsome with each passing year. Now, he was nearing twenty-five, and just the other day, she happened to look out from her kitchen and her eyes fell on him bathing. Men didn’t care where they bathed, and he was in the area of the courtyard where the sun beat down. His body glistened. The rays of the sun reflected off the soap bubbles and water droplets and his whole upper body seemed to be golden and smooth and oily, like a bodybuilder. Meena couldn’t take her eyes off him and stared at him for a long, long time. There was no one to stop or judge her. She watched as Raja finished his shower and toweled himself dry. But he turned his back when it was time for him to remove his wet underwear and dry his torso. He covered himself with his towel, but not before Meena had a nice, long look at his well formed buttocks, and the outline of his sack between his thighs. She blushed but continued to watch as he took the hot oil she had kept for him and spread it on his body, head to toe. He was as hairless as a baby. The muscles on his forearms, thighs and legs rippled like a tight steel wire as he moved this way and that. God! He was an adonis!, Meena thought.

Raja had recounted his journey to her as they sat in the darkness in the middle of the night. It had taken him ten days to make the trip. Always traveling at night, keeping a low profile. And yes, he was married to a nice girl and recently had a baby boy. They talked through the night and she listened to him wide-eyed as he told stories of the far away mega city that he now lived in.

The wild hare in the hills were a particular favorite of Raja’s. He told his mother that he would go hunt for them very early in the morning.

Meena said,”Be careful, Raja. Someone might see you!”

Raja said, “Don’t worry, amma. I will be careful not to be seen. I know the way, I have done it a thousand times before, you know that. I will go early and come back soon. I know the hunting grounds are far, but I will be careful. I will also be using my bow and arrow, so I will not make any noise.”

Early in the morning, when it was still very dark outside, Raja went out on his hunt. He was lucky. He got not one, but two after a while. He could almost taste the succulent liver and heart of the rabbits, soft and tasty, cooked by his amma.

When he returned home it was getting a bit brighter. As he neared the backyard of his house, he suddenly froze. Someone was already there! He heard voices of a man and a woman, and he recognized his father’s and mother’s voices.

Raja knew of a hiding place not known to anyone else but him. He shimmied up a large tree and he quickly went to a portion high up where a number of branches intersected. He had set up a resting place there with blankets and cushions, and he lay there trying to calm himself as he peered into the courtyard at the back of his house.

His amma was the first to come out. She went to the plants that bordered their courtyard and started picking some herbs and vegetables. His father followed her close behind and continued talking and chatting with her. He obviously wanted something from her, and Raja could see from her actions that she was refusing to give him what he wanted. Raja wasn’t sure what it was.

Suddenly, his appa grabbed his amma from behind. He put his arms around her waist and held her immobile. He then started thrusting his torso into her. He was simulating the act of sex. Raja understood! His father wanted to fuck, and his amma was refusing to give in.

Then just as suddenly, his appa grabbed his amma, and turned her around, and in a flash pushed her to her knees. He hurriedly untied the lungi he was wearing and pushed his inner shorts down, all the while holding his wife down with one hand.

Then Raja saw his father’s cock come into view. It was erect and jutting out at an angle. His appa thrust his torso forward, his cock banging into amma’s face. He saw his amma protesting and refusing, moving her head this way and that. But his appa was not to be denied. Finally his amma gave in.

Raja gaped as his amma opened her mouth, and his appa thrust his thick dick into it. His appa grabbed his amma’s head with both hands and fucked her mouth like it was a rag doll. Amma held onto his thighs for support. His appa’s head was down, looking at his wife as she sucked his cock. Raja too looked down at his amma’s face. Her mouth was a big ‘O’ as she let the thick manhood in and out of it. She took one hand and placed it on the thick dick and fisted and rotated her hand on the shaft as she sucked at the head of her man’s cock. Raja could clearly see her tongue as she lapped at the sides and under his appa’s cock. It seemed to him that she had done this a thousand times before. After about a minute, his appa pulled his cock out of amma’s mouth, grabbed it and lifted it out of the way and offered his balls to her. He saw his mother open her mouth once more and take his father’s balls in. One at a time. She sucked and sucked each one until his appa was satisfied.

He saw his amma get up and pull up her sari and petticoat. Raja gasped as he caught sight of his mothers private area. Her crotch was a thick, hairy triangle. She turned slowly and offered her backside to his appa. Her wide smooth ass and ass cheeks and the crack between them were clearly visible to Raja. His appa grabbed his erect dick with one hand and with the other he parted his her ass cheeks and located her cunt with his dick and pushed in. Raja saw his amma’s grimace and realized that appa’s cock had entered her cunt.

Within a minute, appa’s strokes into amma became regular. He grabbed on to her waist as he bent and thrust up into her pussy. Amma had her hands on the wall, supporting herself from falling as her husband thrust lustfully and uncontrollably into her.

Raja was stunned into immobility. He stared at his parents as they fucked, right there in front of him. He had never imagined he would be seeing this, never even thought about his parents having sex, no less in broad daylight, in the open.

Raja was flabbergasted. Not only at witnessing the scene in front of him, but at the reaction by his body. He had a painful hardon, pressing into his clothes. He couldn’t help it. His hand went to his cock automatically and he freed it from his clothes. And he subconsciously started stroking his cock. In tune with his appa’s ramming into his amma. Stroking slowly as his appa slowed down, stroking faster as his appa increased the speed of his thrusts.

Raja loved asses. He gaped at his amma’s ass cheeks as they were roughly manhandled by his appa. Fucking from the backside in the doggie poistion was his favorite. That way he could see the woman’s ass, spread the cheeks and look at her asshole, spit on it and spread the wetness using his thumb. Now, his appa was doing exactly that to his mother. He saw the expression on his amma’s face as his appa inserted a finger into her asshole. She tried to slap his hand away but appa just continued fucking her with his cock in her cunt and his finger in her ass.

Then suddenly Raja imagined himself in his appa’s place. He couldn’t explain his reaction. Why was he imagining it? Did he just want to fuck somebody? And his body responded to seeing a couple fucking, even though they were his parents? He suddenly realized he had not had sex in a while. His wife refused to fuck since about the fifth month of her pregnancy. And then it stopped altogether after she gave birth. So it was like what, six or seven months since he was inside a woman. Was he so desperate thet he wanted to fuck his amma?

Yes! He just wanted to fuck, have his cock in a cunt, ram into female flesh, satisfy his sexual hunger. And his amma was the one. It was he, who was fucking his amma. He was holding her bunched clothes around her hips. It was his cock that was going in and out of his amma’s cunt, his cock covered with his amma’s juices.His fingers in her stinking asshole! He was not hurting her. He was giving her enjoyment. The noises coming out of her were moans of pleasure and lust!!

His appa grabbed his amma’s ass and rammed into her rapidly. Raja could see the expression on his amma’s face as she accepted her husband’s rough treatment. Her mouth was twisted in agony and pain.

He watched as his appa reached his climax. His thrusts became harder and harder and came in very quick succession and with a mighty heave he thrust into Meena once, twice, and then flopped on her back.

Raja could not help himself. He stroked himself rapidly to ejaculation. His semen spewed out in long, rapid streams and fell on the ground. Images of his cock erupting inside a cunt, his amma’s cunt, flashed into his mind. He cock was embedded deep into her hairy hole! Raja willed himself to be quiet, trying to not make any noise, not to alert his parents of his presence.

Meena pushed her husband away and put the pallu of her sari between her thighs and wiped her crotch. Raja got another quick glimpse of the hairy area between her thighs, and then his amma quickly adjusted her clothes and turned and walked back into the house.

Raja waited for a while. He wanted his father to leave, but he showed no sign of it. So he made his way down to the house.

His appa was surprised to see him. “Aha, Raja. So, you are here. Come to see your amma, I see. How are you? Oh! You went hunting! OK, Ok, Meena, come here, woman! Cook this,” He kept prattling, as he grabbed the Hare from Raja and handed it to Meena.

Raja looked at his amma. She still had the glow of sex on her face, even if she hadn’t enjoyed it (Raja was skeptical, he still thought she had enjoyed the rough sex). She did not meet Raja’s eyes, and took the dead animals from Raja, and went to the small kitchen to prepare to cook.

“Aiyoh!” she thought. “I forgot about Raja! What if he had seen her and her husband in the courtyard?” She looked at Raja and he had this sheepish look on his face. She was a mother after all, and she knew what it meant. Raja must definitely have seen them fucking!

The three of them sat down to have an early lunch. The food was really delicious and Raja and his appa heaped praise on Meena profusely and frequently. His appa left soon after.

Raja took a long nap as his amma went about doing her work at home. She kept looking at Raja, as he lay on the mat on the bare floor, naked , except for his shorts. She admired his hairless, smooth, oily chest and skin and muscled thighs and shapely ankles. Her gaze brushed past his crotch, and then as if she missed something, her eyes went back up his thighs to the “V” between them. Her eyes lingered there a bit and then on the six-pack at his abdomen. She blushed as she realized she was ogling her son, and imagining all sorts of things with him. She thought about how she had bathed him as a child, even as a young boy. She wondered if he would let her do that now, and she laughed at herself for thinking that. It was quiet all around.

Suddenly, the whole world erupted.

The two wild dogs they had adopted, started howling. It could only mean one thing – There were unknown people approaching!

“Raja!” Meena whispered loudly. “The rebels are coming! Run, Raja, run. Run away and don’t come back. Whatever happens, please…”

“No, Amma, No!” Raja replied, “I will stay and fight..!”

“No! Raja! Think of your family. You child and wife, What will happen to them if you go with the rebels. Think, Raja, think. Go and hide! Forget about me. Whatever happens, DO NOT come back!”

Raja went out quickly through the back door. He went up the tree once more and hid in his favorite spot, and peeped into his house.

There were three men. One was his appa. Fuck! Raja thought to himself. He shouldn’t have trusted him. He was the one who brought the rebels home. His own father wanted to give him up!! Why?

As he looked into the courtyard, it became clear to him. His appa looked drunk and under the influence of drugs. Of course! Those bastards drugged his appa and forced him to give up his son.

“Hey, Kannappa!” One of the men shouted, “Where the fuck is your son? You said he was here. The chief wants him. We want him. He knows how to operate the radio and wireless. Where the fuck is he?!”

His appa answered something incoherently. This infuriated the men even more, and one of them stepped up and slapped him. “Motherfucker, you son of a whore, bastard! You cheated us. You took drugs and money from us. And now you fucking cheated us!”

“No, no, no, ” His appa replied.

“Aha!” The first man said. “If you can’t give us your son, we can take something else .. we will take something else. Eh!”

It didn’t make sense to Raja, or to his appa. His father looked at the men without understanding. Then it all became clear to all of them.

One of the men went inside the house. And Raja stared in stupefaction as his amma was dragged out of the house. She was shouting and complaining and flaying her hands, but the man had her by her hair and pulled and pushed her to the ground. Raja heard the thud as she landed heavily.

His amma was screaming and crying. His father was waving his hands and shouting, “No, no, no..” But he couldn’t do anything. He rushed in and held the hands of one of the men, but the other just stepped in and laid a whack on the side of his head and Raja saw his father stagger and stumble and fall against a wall, and crumple and fall to the floor. Raja knew his father was beaten unconscious.

Raja’s attention was then drawn to the men and his amma. She was still struggling and fighting off the men, but they all knew it was a lost cause. Raja steeled himself to be immobile and quiet. He could not, would not rush in. At least not now. He was no match for the two men. He could have taken them one on one. But not two together.

The two men leered and laughed at Meena. They let go of her, but kept pushing her down as she tried to get up. Meanwhile, each of the men took off his clothes. The two men were now completely naked. They were mean and lean and muscular and strong and had tattoos on their arms and thighs. They laughed and handled their manhood and stoked it. Raja saw that their cocks were immense. Long and hard. Black as coal.

Then they bent down and ripped at Meena’s clothes. In a flash, gone were her sari and blouse. Her big, round , heavy tits were exposed and the men let out screams of joy as they kneaded and squeezed his amma’s breasts.

Then one of the men held her hands above her head, and dipped his head and sucked her nipples. The other pushed her petticoat from around her ankles, up her legs and up to her waist. He put his hands under her and effortlessly lifted her body and pushed the clothes under her, and parted her thighs.

Raja could not help it. His eyes went to his amma’s crotch. And for the second time that day, he saw the hairy triangle covering her pussy, between her legs where her thighs joined. The man put his hand on his amma’s crotch and she let out a un-human scream. The man just laughed. Raja had seen enough. It was time for action.

The man between his amma’s thighs reached down and placed his hands on his cock and directed to the opening of Meena’s cunt, and Raja heard her loud peal of protest and disgust and anger. And the sneering laughter of the two men.

Meena cried out in horror as the man’s thick distended cock made contact with her pussy.

But that was as far as he got.

The first arrow struck the man right in the front and middle of his throat. For an instant he was immobile. Blood from the wound erupted instantly and drenched Meena. In the next instant, the force of the impact threw him up and back and he landed in a heap a few feet away, completely still. Dead. With blood oozing from the hole in his neck. It was a single, clean, efficient blow.

The second man at Meena’s head was stunned motionless. Instinctively he let go of her hands, and turned in the direction from which the arrow came.

The second arrow stuck him in exactly the same spot. The thump of the arrow piercing the man’s throat and slicing his main artery was muffled. But the effect was the same. His blood spurted and landed on Meena’s face and neck and chest. The man was thrown back a few feet and he landed on his back. Even in her state, Meena could hear the impact of his head on the hard floor and knew he would be dead.

She struggled to get up. Not understanding what had happened. Her clothes were tattered, her body bloody, her arms and legs hurting.

Then she saw Raja as he climbed over the low compound wall. She understood. She looked around. Two dead men. And her husband, probably close to dead as well.

As Raja walked towards her, he pulled some cloth that was hanging on the clothesline and gave it to her. Without saying a word, she covered her modesty.

Raja went to his father, who was still breathing. He slapped him a few times, and splashed water on his face till he became conscious. It only took him a minute to understand what had happened.

“Aiyoh, you killed them, you killed them! Aaah! What will they do to me.. Aiyoh! You killed them! We are all dead….”

It was Meena’s turn to slap him now. She did, hitting him hard. Raja had never seen her so angry, or heard her say the words she now said.

She cursed her husband, “You, bastard, cock sucking, son of a whore. Ass licking, mother fucking pimp! You brought them here! You wanted them to take your son away, rape your wife. You dung eating, piss drinking, low life! You are worried about them, eh, fuck you!” She spat on him, and his father cringed.

But Raja knew what had to be done. He said to his appa, “Come help me, then we can talk. I will deal with you later.”

The pit they dug was just deep and wide enough for two bodies. They dropped the two dead men in it and his amma wordlessly poured kerosene on them, covered them with branches and twigs and lit the fire. The dry wood caught and within minutes the men were reduced to ashes. Raja would cover the pit with mud later.

Only then did Raja and Meena look at each other. They were both covered with mud, and blood and dirt and dry leaves. Their clothes were ripped and they were sweating profusely.

“Amma,” Raja whispered, “We have to leave tonight. I know it will be dangerous, but staying here will not be safe either. As soon as it gets dark, we’ll leave.”

Meena looked at her son, and then at her husband who was lying down near the wall, crumpled and spent but still sobbing and crying incoherently. Then she said to Raja, “Yes, my son. We should leave this shit hole as soon as we can. Come, Raja, I will heat some water. You need to get clean!”

Meena was still in shock. She huddled in one corner of the courtyard, lost in thought, recounting in horror what had just happened. She was almost raped. And her son had saved her. But how? He killed two men. She had helped bury and burn ashes. She looked across at her husband. The sonofabitch was still mumbling incoherently and sobbing. She hurled abuses at him. Words she had never used before at him came pouring out of her mouth.

Then she looked at Raja who was in another dark corner of the courtyard, pouring water over himself, trying to clean away the mud and sweat and blood. What if there were more than two men? How could Raja have protected her? They would have overpowered him and killed him. No, they wanted him to work the wireless. So they would not have killed him. Hit him and hurt him badly for certain. And they would have raped her in front of him, surely, just as a punishment. Aiyoh, Raja would surely have seen what the men were about to do. She felt ashamed. She shuddered. But her son had protected her. Just as naturally as her bastard husband had betrayed her. She looked at Raja again. He was just in his underwear and it stuck to his buttocks, clearly outlining the crack between his two butt cheeks. Even in the semi darkness she could sense his muscles rippling and twisting and shining like steel ropes. He was trying to wipe away the dirt and blood from his back.

Raja too was lost in similar thoughts as he cleaned himself. What if there were more men. They would surely have killed him. Or maybe not. He heard that man say they wanted him for the radio. So no, they would have hurt him, broken a few bones but not killed him. And amma? They would have gang raped her in front of him for sure. And maybe even killed her after they had their way with her. Poor amma! His amma! Touched and molested by strangers, her privates fingered and sucked. Aiyoh! And he had seen it. He knew that his amma knew that he had seen what the men were about to do. Luckily, nothing had happened. He vowed to take his amma away. And then suddenly a totally different thought and words formed in his mind and he mouthed the words to himself “The only person to touch amma from now on forward would be me. Me, and no one else!”

Raja tried to reach all areas of his back to wipe away the mud. Then suddenly he froze. He heard his amma next to him. “Here, Raja, my son. Let me help. Your back is muddy and dirty.” She already had the paste made of mud and forest herbs and oil they used as soap, in her hand. And before Raja could realize what was happening, his amma’s hands were on him, spreading the soap on his back. Her hands kneaded his flesh, pressed on his shoulder bones, the back of his neck. Wiping up and down. And then her hands reached down to his hips. Her fingers lingered on his waist, squeezing and pinching. Then she poured water on his back and brushed away the mud-soap with her hands. She then bent down and lifted one of his legs and placed it on a stone ledge and proceeded to clean it. Her hands went over his feet, between toes, over his shapely ankles, and then up his shiny, muscled hairless thighs, outside and inside, as far up as she could possibly go. She then repeated the process with his other leg.

Both of them were aware of the growing bulge inside Raja’s tiny underwear. Raja had closed his eyes, but his erection was painful. How could this be happening to him!?

Meena glanced at her son’s crotch but did not say anything. Oh poor boy! Unable to control himself. She had bathed her husband numerous times. This was something women did, normal for a wife to rub down her man. And many times her husband had taken the opportunity to force her to use her hands on his cock. And sometimes he had forced her head down there, putting his manhood into her mouth, forcing it in and out, fucking her in the mouth, groaning and moaning in pleasure.

Raja had opened his eyes. And with a shock he realized that amma was wearing only her petticoat. She had tied it high up on her chest, like women did when they were bathing. But it could not hide the tops of her supple, soft tits. Her two breasts were tight together and the valley between them was deep. Raja gulped. And Meena instantly knew that Raja had seen her. Even in that dark corner of the courtyard, she saw his eyes flash.

Raja could not help himself. He mouthed words without thinking. “Amma, you..you too are dirty. Oh! Look at your beautiful hair. Used to be so shiny and black, now it’s all dirty and messy and bloody. Your shoulders and back, all muddy and dirty. Let me, let me clean you also amma!”

Without thinking, Raja took the mud-soap and lathered his mother’s hair. She bent forward to help him and he gingerly and gently ran his fingers through her hair. Then he soaped her exposed neck and shoulders and part of her back. Then he poured water on her, washing away the soap and dirt. He could not help noticing that her wet petticoat stuck to her ass, forming a wedgie between her cheeks. He knew she was not wearing anything else. Just the flimsy petticoat. He could sense the firm, smooth asscheeks beneath the cloth. He let out a soft yelp.

Meena had made up her mind. If this was what her son wanted she would give it to him. Her husband pimped her to those bastards. Those assholes tried to force themselves on her. And it was her son that protected her. So from now on, it would only be her son who would be allowed to touch her. No one else. Not even her lousy, worthless, sleazoid, tiny-dicked husband.

Raja then did to her legs what she did to him. She did not protest or resist. He placed his hands on his mother’s thigh and lifted one of her legs and placed it on the stone ledge. His hand soaped her feet, toes, ankles and shapely calves and thick thighs, He dared to go a little up her thighs. He pushed her petticoat away, and he soaped the inside of her thighs, going slowly and pressing and feeling her smoothness and her hardness and her thickness. She hissed weakly, still hesitant, “Raja. Ah…no…”

Raja said, “No amma, it is OK. I will clean you..”

After he cleaned her legs, Raja said, “Amma, your back.. It’s.. it is….”

Meena turned her back to him and undid the knot of her petticoat in front. She let it slip down, exposing her back to her son, but clutched the front of it to her breasts, shielding them from him. Raja soaped her back. He knew she was a very fit woman, the way all these mountain women were. Years of hard work in the forests and at home did that to them. But he hadn’t realized how nice and smooth and firm his amma was. He took his time soaping her back. Then his hands reached her narrow waist. His palms were on either side of her waist and they moved in unison over her. And then over the small roll of fat near her waist and down over her wide hips. His fingers lingered there, pressing and kneading. Meena said something, but Raja was deaf to his mother’s words. His hands had a mind of their own. His palms moved from her back, over her waist and then pushed aside the petticoat and went to the front of her body. His fingers felt her navel and he kept them there for a second. Meena sighed, in soft protest.

Raja moved his hand up the front of his mothers body. Meena let go of her petticoat as Raja’s hands moved to her tits. Raja covered both of his amma’s breasts. And he sighed, “Ahhh.. ammmmmaaaa…” as he felt her hard nipples on his fingers.

Raja was breathing close to her. She could feel his hot breath on her neck. And..and his thick, hot manhood pressing onto her side. Meena moved away and reached out and placed her upturned palm on Raja’s crotch and felt the hard, throbbing, hot muscle there. Raja grunted and in a flash he had his underwear down around his knees. His cock jumped out, freed of its confines. Meena’s palm closed over her son’s penis.

“Rajaaaaaa,” Meena whispered. She felt the hard muscle beneath the skin as she stroked Raja’s dick.

It was dark outside by then. The only light came from the small oil lamp out in the courtyard. But Raja and Meena stared at each other in the darkness. She let her son push her towards the wall. He then bent and pushed her petticoat above her waist. His hands ran all over her thighs, inside and outside, feeling their firmness and softness and smoothness. He then moved his hands to his mother’s ass, and he took a firm hold of each of her ass cheeks. And pushed forward.

Meena had her son’s thick, smelly, veiny, hard, hot, throbbing penis in her hand, and she spread her thighs and directed it into her opening.

The mushroom head of Raja’s cock pressed into his mother’s cunt hole and parted her pussy lips and slipped into her smoothly and effortlessly. The walls of his mother’s cunt gripped the entire length of his cock in a slick, warm, velvet embrace.

“Ahhh.. oooooh… Rajaaaaaa,” Meens hissed.

“Aiyoh, amma, ammmmma,” Raja responded.

For Meena, It was not about sex with her son. It was being one with him, her savior and protector. She was giving herself to him. Giving him what he wanted. If it gave him pleasure, if she was able to help him satisfy his lust, so be it. She would do whatever he wanted.

For Raja, it was about something that his amma offered to no one else, and only to him. Willingly. It was his mother allowing him to use her to satisfy himself.

Raja thrust into his amma. Slowly and lovingly. It was so smooth. His strokes into his mother’s pussy were long and slow and hard. He had not had this kind of pleasure, ever in his life. Not with his wife, not with any of the whores or other women he had in his life.

He kept repeating, “Amma, amma, amma,” with each of his strokes. Meena held on to his head, and then pushed him down to her teats and Raja sucked his mothers nipples as he pumped his dick in and out of her hairy pussy.

Raja enjoyed his mother for what seemed like an eternity. He was not even close to finishing. Meena marveled at her son. His eyes were closed. He was obviously enjoying the sensation of his dick going in and out of her. Perhaps his woman did not give him such pleasure. She placed her palms on his cheeks as the sweat poured from his face and droplets of water rained from his wet hair onto her face.

Then they froze as they heard a scream coming from somewhere behind them. Raja stopped thrusting into his mother and turned around.

His father had made his way to where they were, and was staring at his son fucking his own mother. A surreal scream escaped his mouth and he rushed towards them, helplessly, feebly trying to push Raja away.

But it was Meena who shouted first at her husband. “See, you asshole! See, for yourself. You wanted to give me to those pigs. Now see me give myself to my son! Our son. You are not going to touch me ever again, you shit-eating bastard! My son will be the only one to fuck me!”

Then she turned to Raja, and put her thigh high around him and said, “Come on, Raja. Fuck me. Fuck me, hard, in front of your father! Do it to me…..ah, ah, ah!!”

Raja felt his cock become harder and longer as never before on hearing his mother’s words.He said, “Yes, yes, yes, amma, amma, ammma!” as he thrust into his mother.

“Harder, harder, harder.. Don’t stop, don’t stop, Raja, Raja, my son, son..son..son,” Meena was goading him on, just to spite her husband who was now reduced to a mumbling and moaning heap a few feet away from them.

But he once again struggled to his feet and rushed at the entwined couple. His son and his wife. He started pounding Raja’s back with his fists, but to no avail. With his dick still inside his mother, Raja turned and punched his father in the face. His father reeled back and slumped once more to the floor. He was reduced to a sobbing and rambling mess, his hands over his ears, trying to drown out the sounds coming from his wife and son as they engaged in their incestuous, shameless act.

Raja now had his mother on the stone ledge. Her thighs were spread wide apart. One of her legs was supported on his shoulder and he was fucking her like a train. Thrusting harder and harder, faster and faster, grunting in pleasure, the sensation of his penis going in and out of his mother’s cunt nothing like he had experienced before.

Meena held onto her son’s shoulders for dear life. “Yes,yes,son,son,son..do it like I am your whore..whore..take me take me!” She was not experiencing any sexual pleasure. Only hatred and spite for her husband and all the nameless men who desired her and who had used her to satisfy their lust with no thought to her as a human being. And of course, the single minded desire to allow her son to satisfy himself. She wanted him to mark her as his. She wanted him to use his man-juice, his jism, his cum, his semen. Spurt it into her. Mark her as his forever. Wash all the signs of all the other men who had her before him. Start fresh. Just him and her.

Raja exploded inside his amma. Both of them felt his penis expand and contract with each long, never ending spurt. The walls of his amma’s cunt holding and releasing his dick as the streams erupted. He groaned as his balls emptied into his mother. Meena felt her son’s hot cum drip into her womb. She gasped and called out his name over and over and over.

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Raja and Meena left as soon as it got dark.They left his father tied to a chair, with a bottle in hand. He was delirious and incoherent. They didn’t care. They got out of the house and didn’t look back.

The cut across the mountains, slowly and carefully. Their goal was a village on the other side of the mountain range where Raja had some friendly contacts who would help him get home. They avoided the rebel patrols and walked non-stop for hours. And then when they deemed it safe, they stopped and rested. They were exhausted and soon fell asleep in a small, dry, clearing next to a stream of water.

When Meena awoke, it was still dark. She looked down at her body and realized that her blouse was open and Raja was cradling his head on her breast. Her nipple was still wet where he had sucked. Her sari was bunched at her waist and he had her hairy crotch cupped in his hand.

Raja stirred and opened his eyes and it took a few moments to realize where they were. He looked up at his amma and she smiled at him and patted his head. Raja moved his body towards her and she spread her legs,

Raja made love to his mother. Not in the hurried, lustful fashion as the previous night. They took it slow. Meena was dry down there, and she used her fingers to take the spit from her mouth and she made her pussy wet for Raja. He inserted his middle finger into his amma’s cunt and lubricated her. Then he entered her.

He fucked in slow, long, glorious strokes. They stared into each other’s eyes as they felt his manhood move in and out of her. Raja took a lot of breaks. It was a long, glorious, slow act of fucking.

It was getting brighter. Birds were chirping in the trees and small forest animals began foraging for food.

“Enough, Raja. Enough. We have to go now,” Meena whispered.

“Okay, amma, okay,” Raja said.

They both had realized that Meena was creaming from her pussy by now. The long session had awoken her lust and senses. She was almost enjoying the sex with her son, but did not want to make it known, though it was obvious to Raja. His cock was drenched with his mother cunt juices and the smell coming from their bodies was overpowering and intoxicating.

She bit her lip and restrained herself from putting her hands at her nether region and rubbing herself to the pinnacle of enjoyment and orgasm as she had done innumerable times when she was alone in her hut, during nights that made it impossible for her to sleep without getting some sort of release.

Meena grunted in unison with Raja as he plowed into her fast and hard. As the night before, Meena felt her son’s cock erupt inside her in long streams. His cum dripped into her womb like drops of hot water.

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To his credit, Raja’s father did not give his family up.

The captain came the next morning and took a quick look at the deserted house, the fresh mound at the back and put two and two together and realized that Raja had escaped along with that whore of his mother.

The captain looked at Raja’s father and took pity on him. He was of no use to him now. A rambling, shitty, drunken, drugged mess. The captain took out his pistol and with one bullet released Raja’s appa from his misery.

Well, the captain thought to himself. Good for Raja. Good for that whore. She was a good lay, though. But there would be other Kannappas, other Rajas and other cunts. Who cares? It will only take some more time. That he had plenty of.

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Within a couple of days, Raja and his amma were ensconced in the safety of his house in the big city. His wife, Renu, welcomed Meena with open arms. She was happy and relieved to see them. She would have help with the child, and housework. And more importantly, have some free time to spend with her friends and her family.

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It took three days for Raja to approach his mother. Meena knew it was inevitable. She tried to hide her shame and embarrassment from her daughter-in-law. After all, both of them had carnal knowledge of Raja.

It was the last Friday of the month and a new film featuring the local hero was being released. Renu decided to spend the day with her family and she left the house after breakfast. She would see the film with her sisters and friends and return later that night. That was the plan.

Raja and Meena were alone at home. It was bright and sunny outside. The day had just begun and the people were going about their business as usual. The hustle and bustle of the city was happening just outside their little garden of their small rented house. Meena was picking some flowers for her vase when Raja approached her from behind. He did not have to say anything. Meena just knew it. And she knew it was inevitable. They both eyed each other and Raja went into the house and Meena followed.

He took her hand and guided her to his bedroom.

“Raja,” Meena whispered. “It’s morning. People will..someone might…”

“No, amma,” Raja assured her. “No one will come..disturb us”

He closed the door. The heavy, dark curtains in the room let only a fraction of the sunlight inside. But Raja and Meena could see each other clearly.

Raja undressed. He took off his clothes one by one until he stood stark naked in front of his amma. His distended cock stood erect and straight and at an angle from his torso. He looked at his mother, who met his eye for a moment and then she looked down at her son’s enormous erection. She gasped, “Raja!” As she looked on, Raja’s cock appeared to expand and bulge even more and the foreskin rolled off the top and his dark purple mushroom head glistened and shone.

Meena had secrets of her own. Her husband and her son were not the only men Meena had experienced. Keeping her son safe from the rebels came at a cost. She had to provide sexual favors. She was handed down from one rebel captain after another, who all knew of Kannapa’s son, and agreed to not recruit him in return for Meena providing her body to them as and when they needed. And she had confided in her close friends about Raja, but the women had loose tongues and they in turn had told their men. And these men of course wanted their pound of flesh, her flesh, in return for keeping quiet. All of these men were despicable. Small minded, deplorable, mean and disgusting. Taking her and not giving. Not that Meena wanted to be pleasured by those men. But was it too much to ask to be treated like a woman and not like a piece of flesh? But these men know nothing of that. Neither did her husband. Just fucking for the sake of fucking. Pounding her. Pushing and pulling. Turning her this way and that. Using her in multiple positions till their lust was satisfied.

There were twelve before Raja. Yes, in a strange way she had kept count. But none of the men filled her like Raja. Yes, in another strange way she realized that her son filled her pussy, both in width and length, like no other man before him. His cock was long and strong and wide. And it stretched her inner walls, she held him tighter than any man. If she desired to be fucked by any man, to enjoy the act, to fulfill her lust and desire with any man, it was going to be her son. From here on. Only Raja. She looked to her future. Her past was already forgotten.

As she gaped at her son’s enormous manhood, he started rambling. “Amma, you know, Renu, she is a good wife and mother. But, but amma, she..,” he hesitated, “She does not, you know, do all the things I want..like. Amma, she..I have not seen her without..you know..clothes..I have not seen her..she does it only at night..in the dark..She doesn’t do things, ” Here Raja stammered and gulped, “….like you..and..appa..I saw that day…aiyoh, amma I want..that’s why I go to other..prostitu..whores..you know..I am bad.. I don’t want to be like that”

Meena went cold all over. So yes, she had thought correctly. Raja had seen her and her husband fucking that morning. That was why he looked so sheepishly at her that day. He saw her suckingher husband’s cock and balls and fucking with her legs wide open.

So what? A voice told her in her mind.

Meena steeped towards her son, her eyes locked on his. When she was near him, she reached out her hand and fisted her son’s dick. With her eyes still on him, she knelt in front of him and opened her mouth and pushed her head forward. And put her son’s hard, veiny, throbbing, hot penis into her mouth.

Raja almost lost his mind. “Ahhhhhh! Ammmaa! Ahhhmmmm,” he screamed softly.

Meena almost swooned. She had her son’s cock in her mouth. But that was not it. It was the sensation, the feeling, the largeness and hardness of it, was glorious. No other man’s dick filled her mouth like her son’s. She had felt only disgust while giving head to the other men, even her husband. But this. This was fantastic. The smell of Raja’s cock was overpowering. She had never imagined that sucking a cock would be like this! She moved her head up and down the length of Raja’s cock. Sucking, lapping, licking.

Raja could not believe it. Incredibly, he was not ready to come. In fact, he felt his cock grow harder and longer and bigger with each passing second he was in his amma’s mouth. He went to hole her head with his hands, but she pushed them away. She fisted his cock and twisted it in her palm as she sucked. Then she took it out of her mouth and licked and sucked every inch of the underside and sides of his cock. Then she pushed it flat against his abs. And took one of his balls in her mouth.

Raja screamed with shock and pleasure. He looked down at his balls in his amma’s mouth and gurgled something. His cock and balls were slathered with her spit.

Then she rose and began undressing. Raja stood still as his amma took off her clothes. Then she was completely naked in front of her son. She had taken her morning bath and spread jasmine cream on her body and coconut oil on her hair. She smelled incredible.

Raja pushed her to the bed and Meena went to lay down. But Raja had other plans for his mother. He made her sit on the edge of the bed and he knelt down between her legs. Meena was dumbstruck as she saw Raja part her thighs and gape at her crotch. He then pushed his head forward and Meena felt his mouth on her hairy patch.

Meena was in shock! No man had ever done this to her. Put his hand and fingers there, but not his mouth. Raja was the first! Her son was the first one to lick her pussy! She almost fainted at the sensation of his lips on her cunt. She gasped, “Ooooh, Raja!”

“Aiyoh, amma,” Raja crooned. He was almost in tears. “I ..have..never..never.aiyoh..so nice, so nice smell, amma..you are the first..never ..ahhh..ahhh” Raja lapped at his mother’s cunt. His tongue parted the hairy, wiry curls. Meena’s hands slipped down there without and she eased open her lips and Raja followed her fingers with his tongue. It entered his amma’s cunt-hole. He tasted her juices, felt the velvety walls of her vagina. He groaned and moaned and lapped with lust and pleasure.

His fingers swirled around the hard knob of Meena’s clit. Meena had done this to herself innumerable times. Masturbating in the quiet, dark, hot nights when sleep was hard to come by. She would take off all her clothes, lie naked on the mat on the floor and masturbate, pleasure herself by touching and rubbing her clit, inserting fingers into her pussy, ramming the handle of her kitchen ladle into her repeatedly until she reached the pinnacle of her climax. But never in her wildest dreams had she imagined that her cunt and clit would be licked and sucked by a man. Her son, of all people. Not one of the men that fucked her laid his mouth on her hairy mound. Meena could not control herself. She held her son’s head to her clit as he licked, lapped and sucked on it.

Then Raja pushed her further on the bed and his eyes took in her nakedness. Meena was not the least ashamed or embarrassed. Her eyes followed him. Raja’s eyes glowed with lust and want as his hands kneaded his amma’s breasts. Then he bent down and sucked her nipples, going from one tit to the other. Meena cupped her breasts and fed them to her son. Her nipples were hard as stones.

Raja’s hands followed the contours of her body. Her narrow waist and then her wide hips and then his palm covered her hairy crotch and once again his fingers entered her vagina. He opened her thighs and invited him in.

Their session was long and unhurried and slow and intense with pleasure. Raja and his amma fucked in various positions.

She did not object when he turned her around and entered her pussy from the back, both of them on their knees like dogs. He parted her ass cheeks and grunted at the sight of her puckered, star shaped opening. The skin there was much darker than the surrounding area, with tufts of dark, curly hair surrounding it. He briefly placed the head of his cock at her anus, and Meena whispered, “No, Raja. Not now…”

“Ok, amma, OK,” Raja whispered.

He then lay on his back and had her mount him. She had never done this with any man either. She faced him as she went up and down on his cock, with her hands supported on his chest. He then asked her to turn around, and she did, knowing fully well that he wanted to look at her asshole while fucking. She was not wrong. Raja relished the sight of her wrinkled hole once more and grunted his pleasure and placed his thumb once again on it.

When at last he was done with all his positions, he flopped on his amma and went at it in the normal missionary position. When he was ready to finish, he pulled out and placed his thick penis on the line of her vagina, on top of her clit. They both looked at the distended piece of meat, thick, veiny, smelly and covered with their thick juices.

Then Raja grunted and his cock exploded. Streams of semen, thick and white and heavy rocketed out of it and landed on Meena. She couldn’t look away. She counted seven streams of long ropes of cum ejaculate out of her son’s dick and land on her stomach, chest, tits, nipples and neck.

Both of them were breathing hard, flushed with exertion and excitement. Raja remained motionless above his mother, sweat dripping from his face onto her body. She was breathing hard, her chest heaving and raising and falling.

‘Come here, Raja!” she whispered, motioning him to her. Raja crawled to her face and she wiped his still erect cock with her palms, and leaned forward and took it once more in her mouth. Raja screamed softly, as incredibly, a few more drops of cum seeped out of his penis into her mouth. Meena drained the last essence of man-juice from her son’s body.

He pulled out of her, and flopped beside her, breathless and drained and exhausted.

They fell into a deep sleep until the late afternoon, when they got word that Renu had decided to stay back at her mother’s place that night. She would return the next morning. Raja was overjoyed. He would still have time with amma tonight. He had plans.

Meena prepared a simple but sumptuous dinner and they had it early. Raja went for an after-dinner walk with his friends and when he returned it was already dark and Meena was in her bed.

He took her to his bedroom and they undressed each other. They lay on the bed, stark naked, their bodies intertwined and talked. They wondered about their appa., what he would be doing then. They talked about the rebels and their stupid, senseless war, their neighbors and hillside village. Raja told Meena of his plans to go further north, out of this State and to one of those North Eastern states where the weather was better and jobs plentiful.

Meena, as a mother, was only concerned about Raja’s well-being. She asked him about his marriage, about Renu and her family. And finally, as Raja expected, she asked him about his ‘other’ activities with ‘sinful’ women. Why did he have to do that, even when he was happily married?

“Why, Raja, why?” Meena asked. “What if people find out. How shameful would it be? You will lose all that you worked so hard for, Raja. Please think of all that!”

Raja said, “I know, amma., I know. But I can’t help it. Renu is a good mother and wife. She takes care of the house, is a good cook and all. But, but, there is something else, something missing, amma.. She..she is very particular, especially here, ” He indicated the bed. “She does.. Allows me to..you know, only a few days a month, and that too at night. She doesn’t touch me, want me to touch her there , you know..and , and I need to do it, you understand? I am a man, I have desires, I want to …and the other women…,” he trailed off.

“So, these other women, they let you do things..?” Meena asked.

“Anything,” Raja replied, “And everything! That’s why , I…I ..I will try to stop, amma.. I will be a good man from now on!”

“Raja,” Meena said softly, but sternly. “I am here for you, my son. You don’t have to go to other women from now on. Okay, my son!”

Raja looked at her. “You mean it, amma.?”

“Yes,” His amma. whispered. “Anything you want, my son, my Raja!”

So later that night Meena gave in to her son. She gave her son what she had not given any man before. Or rather, what no man had taken from her ever before. They had tried but had given up. It was a difficult act but they lacked the patience. But not so Raja. He was a determined young stud, who knew what had to be done. He had done it numerous times before.

They started slowly at first, but both of them knew what was coming and were ready. When Raja reached for the vaseline bottle, Meena turned and lay on her stomach as her son’s fingers probed her backside in the darkness.

Raja found her opening and he lubricated it with his fingers, spreading the cream inside and around. Meena gasped as his middle finger entered her. No one had done that to her before, and it hurt. But she bit her lip and endured. For her son.

She heard him using the cream on himself. And then he pulled her to the edge of the bed and turned her on her back. He lifted her heavy legs, bent them at the knees and parted them. He had done this, surely, many times with many women. Meena gave in to her son’s experience.

Raja crouched and guided his throbbing cock to his amma’s anus. Meena pulled back as Raja’s cock-head touched her opening. Then, a searing pain started right there as Raja entered her. With a couple of slow thrusts, his heavy, thick, click cock pushed past the ring at her asshole and into her. She let out a low moan.

“Aiyoh, amma., is it hurting? Should I stop …” Raja whispered, breathing heavily.

“No. No, Raja. Do it. Do it to your amma… I am ok..,” she hissed.

“Okay, amma., okay. I will be slow.. Ahh..ahh..ahh!” Raja started thrusting into his amma’s asshole. It became easier for both of them after a while. The lubricating gel helped.

Meena was oblivious to the pain. All she could hear was the labored breathing and the moans and groans of pleasure from her son as he pushed and pulled his beautiful cock in and out of her. Gone was the pain. Gone was the embarrassment and shame of having her anus penetrated by her son. All were replaced by the joy and pleasure she was giving him

Raja was in seventh heaven. Never in his wildest dreams did he imagine this was possible. He had completely taken his amma.. His cock had penetrated all three holes a woman could offer a man. He was delirious with pleasure.

Soon he reached the point of no return. His thrusts became harder and harder. He grunted as he fucked. So did his amma.. She welcomed the new sensations her son was giving her. Nothing in her life had prepared for this. She wanted more. She wanted to do this over and over again and again.

Raja screamed lustfully as he emptied his balls into his amma.. He called out to her over and over. She could feel her son’s penis pulsate against her inner walls as his cum spewed into her. She too called out his name as he pulled his penis out of her ass and flopped back on the bed next to her.

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