Return to Rejoice

At that instant, an elderly man in clean dress entered the shed and shouted at the boy.

- Hey, what is it that you're trying to do with the cow?

- It was in heat, sir. You can see it by the sticky fluid out of its reproducing organ.

- So?

- So, I made the bull mounted her.

- Idiot! The bull is this cow's own calf. Don't you know that?

- Is it? But, baron, it went smooth.

- Nonsense! Go and mount your mother; it'll go smooth too.

- Aren't you the one, sir, doing it already?

- What do you mean, boy?

- I've seen it, you mounting mine mom.

- Then don't drum it out, you fool.

Santha felt wetness between her legs. All of a sudden clouds gathered above and a chill wind shook her to awareness. She hurried away to her home.

That night she threw one of her legs over her husband's thighs and invited him for a fuck. But he snarled at her saying, they had grown up children fit enough to get married and it was not right to have sex. She begged him to comply only once. On her persistence he agreed at last, but his cock didn't lift its head at all. She took it in her mouth and sucked at it until her jaws started aching, but it didn't stir. Frustrated, she turned her back to him and wept.

*

And after six months, in this night in a lodge room, in another town, she had quenched her thirst; doused the fire that scorched her cunt by none other than her own son; his steel stiff cock, double the size of his father's.

- Bala darling.

- Mmmm.

- Thank you, darling.

- For what, mum?

- For the fuck. I never had one like this in my whole life, my boy.

- I'm happy to know that I've satisfied you, mom. But you were fantastic.

- You liked it with me?

- Mum, I loved it.

- More than with Suma?

- Mummy!?

- I know it, thief.

- How?

- I viewed it with my own eyes.

- When?

- When I wondered what a brother and sister would do behind a closed door.

- Mum...why didn't you prevent us then?

- I wanted to, but I couldn't.

- Means...

- I myself was sex starved, then, with your dad became useless. Seeing the size of your cock splitting your sister's little cunt in two, I wanted to rush in, relieve her and render you my big hole.

- Mom!?

- And I was dreaming and scheming all these days.

- Really?

- And today, your foolish decision to die would've left my dreams dead.

- And I wouldn't have entered the heaven I was made in.

- You rogue.

She crushed his mouth with her own and flexed her cunt muscles around his cock that was entrenched in. It infused life into his thing and it started growing. She smiled at him and her eyes shone bright. Grinning, he moved his palms on her massive breasts in circles and manipulated her nipples. His cock became rock hard again, extending its head into her womb. She loosened the grip of her thighs around him and hiked up her cunt a little, as a green signal. Pressing at her breasts he moved through her in his lengthy strokes, so natural with his long cock. She closed her eyes and thought, enjoying the sensations through out her tunnel, that it was a boon to mate with a cock like that. And into the night their fucking extended...

Bala jerked up from his sleep. The lights were on. By his side, his mother was sleeping spread-eagled on her back. Her heavy thighs apart, a pale red gash smiled through the stout dark lips of her hairy cunt. And a globule of thick white substance is hanging at its lower rim.

There was a knocking at the door.

Bala jerked his mother to wake. She was quick. She threw his clothes on him and told him to get out of the bed and feign sleep on the sofa. She gathered her sari, blouse, bra and petticoat and threw them as a bundle into a cupboard and closed it; and pulled out a nightgown from her bag and slipped herself into it. Jasmine flowers that she had on her hairs the previous evening had now scattered and found crushed all over the bed. She scooped and dumped them into the bin.

By then the knocking had sounded several times. As she opened the door she shot the first accusation.

- Why the hell do you disturb our sleep in the dead of night?

- It's already dawn; six O'clock morning, you lazy woman.

- Morning?

- Yes. I like to have a nap. Wedding is only at ten. Wake me at nine.

Bala's father stretched on the bed and sunk into sleep at once. Loud snoring from him started echoing on the walls.

Bala was fully awake. He got down from the sofa and went into the bathroom; but his mother slipped in with him and overtook him to sit on the toilet. A noisy stream of urine jetted out through her fatty lips. Once she completed and got up, Bala stood over the toilet and started urinating. His mother came around behind him and took over his pissing cock from his hand and directed the jet into the drain.

- Mum, daddy may wake up!

- He won't. Can't you hear his snores? Even if we fuck on the bed by his side, he won't find out.

- So?

- I want to have some fun. You want it this time in my mouth or cunt?

- As you like it.

She knelt in front and took his cock into her mouth. With little effort his erection became threatening. She was not able to accommodate even half of his cock, but sucked at it enthusiastically. With her one hand gripping the base of his cock, she fondled his testicles with the other hand. He could feel her expertise and no soon he started rocking. He moved his hips to and fro and fucked her mouth. She held his bums and tightened her lips around him. He fucked into her tight warm grip. She lifted her eyes and looked up at his face. He looked down. Their eyes locked. Her eyes were dark and large. The liner that was applied around them was smeared then, but that gave her a vampish look. A shiver ran through his spine. 'What's it?' her upward eyes questioned him. 'Nothing,' his downward look answered her. 'How do you feel?' 'In heaven.'

When his cock tightened to approach his bursting point, she released him abruptly and got up. Gasped by her let-down, he tried to press her down pleading with his eyes. She swatted his hands off, but pulled him into an embrace. She hissed in his ear.

- You are too big. I have another mouth too, down there in between my thighs. It's deep enough to take in all your length. Give it there and finish the game.

- Oh, you...

- Whore?

- No! God forbid.

- That's what you thought looking down at my liner drawn eyes, while I was at your cock.

- Ah, you mind reader! I thought you had a vampish look.

- But I like to be your whore.

- No arguments. Show me that deep mouth.

She tried to lye down on the bathroom floor, but it was quite chill. So she went down on her four and wagged her buttocks at him. He knelt behind her, pointing his cock for the attack. She, bringing her hands backward, deliberately pulled out her bum cheeks and the fatty lips of her cunt down below. Her red gash was drooling to feed on some big thing. She threw back her head and looked at him, over her shoulder, invitingly. Drawn by her whoring gestures, he moved in and fed his bulbous knob in between her pulled out lips. She released her hands so as to let her cunt lips meshed around the head of his cock. He held her hips and plunged in. She let out a groan. Then it was not he who did the action, but she who moved her bums back and forth and fucked his cock in and out.

Half an hour later, as she trembled by the intensity of her climax, he took charge on the show, fucked her at a high speed and emptied his balls into her womb.

Leaving her to take bath, he went out of the hotel room and entered into a saloon. When he came out of the saloon he had removed his beard and trimmed his mustache. By the time he reentered the hotel room he found his mother had completed her bath and was standing before the dressing mirror. She beamed at his shaved face and rushed to kiss his smooth cheeks.

- So, you've come out of your misery?

- You made it possible, mum.

- That's a compliment, of which I'm proud of.

She pulled him inside the bathroom and kissed him on his mouth. She didn't forget, before coming out, to give his limp cock a squeeze and leave him had his bath.

When they arrived at the wedding hall, it was already crowded. Bala's father went away and mingled with his age group. Santha was so beautiful in her mango yellow silk sari with sindhoor red border. Her son Bala said that it was she who looked like the bride. Santha was pleased at his comment, yet she felt a bitter jealousy within her raised its head when she noticed lot of young girls gazing at her son, now, clean shaved and well dressed. And she decided not to leave her son alone. But, at that precious moment, the mother of the bride ushered her away to ask her for some help. And she walked away from him while sashaying her hips as she moved.

When santha returned to the spot where she left her son, there she saw lot of young girls baring their teeth, surrounding her handsome son. She felt as if to kill those sluts, trying to snatch away her jewel. She called him by his name and he joined her as soon as he spotted her. She led him to upstairs. The wedding hall was a big one with few rooms upstairs. Santha had a bunch of keys and she tried a lock of one of the rooms. She succeeded with a key and she led her son into that room. There was a big bed inside and beside it were few baskets full of flowers.

- What's it mum?

- It is the room going to be decorated for the first night of the newly married.

- Are we here to decorate it?

- To sanctify it. The bride's mother gave me the key bunch to keep safe, till the marriage is over. And I thought I could find some use.

- I don't follow.

- Follow me then, I have a thing to show you.

Santha locked the room within and moved towards the bed. She removed her silk sari and blouse, folded them neatly and placed them away on a side stand. Her big boobs were trying to break the seams of her pink bra, half of them already overflowing. He felt the stir in his pants and knew then what was going to happen. She herself approached him and took off his well groomed dress and hung them on a stand. He was in his vest and brief and she, in her bra and petticoat. His hands hankered at her big boobs peeping out of her bra. He caught them. She gave him time just to have a feel and then backed away. She pulled off her petticoat, slowly and turning around all the while. She emerged out in a pink laced panty to match her bra. He was thrilled. He never had imagined his mother still using panties. As far as he knew, it was suffice to have a petticoat under sari. She stood in front and pushed her panty clad pussy forward. A wet patch he could see at the peninsula of her bulge. His cock was threatening to break his brief. She spun on her legs once again to show her treasures. Her tummy was not so fatty, he thought, and with her big boobs and bums she had the sexiest structure a man would die to have a go.

She caught his hand and led him to the bed. Resting her bums on the edge of the mattress, she spread opened her thighs. And she pulled him to stand in between her legs. She herself unhooked her bra and offered her bounced out breasts in his hands to maul. Her breasts were already tight with excitement and her big nipples were as stiff as his thumps. He pressed them as his breaths were fuming hot. And she hooked her thumps to his brief's waist band and pushed it down. His cock sprang out and slapped at her face. She giggled, bending, helping him out of his brief. He himself pulled off his vest. Straightening up she held his cock and pushed back its foreskin. His cock head was already glistening with a load of his pre-cum. She let her tongue out and licked at his cock head. He groaned. She put the length of his cock in the hollow of her breasts and placing her hands on the sides of her domes; crushed her breasts against his cock. She looked up and winked. He understood and moved his cock to fuck her breasts. On every upward thrust his long cock reached above her chin and she kept opened her mouth to have a swig. It was more than he could imagine and he feared that he would shoot his cum right at her face.

- Mum, I'm highly exited and I may shoot at any time.

- Shoot then.

She said it in the short break of his down stroke and didn't miss the upstroke to mouth his cock head. He held her shoulders and sped up his strokes through her boob mass. At his very first groan, she let her boobs free and held him around his cock with her sucking mouth; his buttocks with her pulling hands. He shot into her mouth load after load and she gulped even to the lost drop. But a thin stream escaped her intake and traced down her chin. Letting his cock slipped out of her mouth, she scooped that thin stream of his cum with her finger, smelled it and then put that finger into her mouth to wipe it out.

- You smelled nice, like a meaty rose.

- Mom, that was great. You gulped every drop.

- I like it flow down my throat.

- Mom, I never imagined. It's unbelievable.

- I sensed you were fascinated by my boobs. Boobs are symbol of motherhood; a son will be naturally attracted to them. And since my son is also my lover, I decided to give him a treat in them.

- Oh, great! I loved it; I can never forget this.

- I loved it too. First time for me; it occurred to my mind as you pressed them as if to get more out of them.

- Really! Hope more such occurrence in future.

- Naughty boy! You made a whore out of me; and I like it. Your dad is nothing. Your cock to my cunt is the perfect match. It's you who showed me now the pleasure of being born as a woman. I'm afraid I won't allow you to marry another girl.

- Why should I? Can any other girl give this much pleasure? You are my wife rest of my life.

- Oh, my son and my husband turned out, thank you. Thank you very much.

- Mom, somebody may seek us down.

- Nobody will, before the wedding is over. We are timing it. Wait, I have to show you some main thing for which I've brought you here.

She lay on the bed on her back and ordered him to lower down her panty. Wondering, he knelt in between her legs and, as she lifted her buttocks, pulled down her panty. Oh, mother goddess! Her broad plump pussy there was smiling at him, hairless. He gulped down. It was so tempting. Even at forty, her lips there under hadn't lost their fats. As he was looking, his mother ran her fingers on her mound. That was provoking; but what she did next was too much to bear. She placed her thumps on the lips and pulled them out. Her bean size clit popped out, with her pink tunnel under, inviting.

He dived in with his face down; his tongue going down right into her hole. She didn't expect it. She did a show, so as to stir back his cock into action, but to have his tongue instead was fantastic. His cock of course was erect already. She let her lips to cling on to his tongue and put her hands on his head, running her fingers through his soft dense hairs. It was like breast feeding her baby. Instead of her breasts, it was through her pussy now. Running his fingers on his earlobes, she encouraged him to eat her out. He took her clitoris in between his lips and sucked at it as she did with his cock a bit earlier. She arched her back, fed him more of her and trembled. And then he put two fingers into her slot and moved them in and out, all the while lashing her clit with his tongue. It was too much. Her husband had his cock sucked by her, but never cared to put his mouth on her there. This was her first time and it was maddening. She clutched his hairs and crushed her pussy against his mouth and shuddered. And she released her juices to run down his chin.

In that instant he raised himself up and entered her with his rigid cock. Weeping with pleasure, she pulled him on her. And still her body was trembling. He seized her by her breasts, crushed her mouth with his own and fucked her cunt with the vigor of a young stud. She never had a mind blowing fuck, in her life, like that. Her body was swept by the rush of pleasure waves. Wailing, she complained that he was killing her, but pleaded all the same to kill her. She wanted to die in that peak of pleasure with his cock in.

Driving his mummy mad was a thrill added to his pleasure. He attacked her, blow after blow, as if to tear down her cunt. And finally when he cum, he buried his teeth in to her shoulder and flooded her tunnel.

As he pulled out his cock and got up, he found his mother unconscious. Shocked, he ran into the bathroom and rushed back with a mug of water. He doused her face with the water. With a jerk she opened her eyes. For a few seconds her gaze was aimless, but then it settled on her son's worried face. As she recollected, she pulled him onto her and drenched his face and neck with her shower of kisses.

- Afraid?

- Because you were blabbering of dying as such.

- The pleasure was so intense.

- It was so, for me too, but...

- But I was on the receiving end, you know. And with your licking and fucking combined...

- Then, I won't do so hereafter.

- But I'll insist.

- You...

- Your mother, a whore. Get up; we will go down to the world out.

They dressed and came out of the room down to the stage. The wedding was already over. When the mother of the bride spotted santha, she rushed to her. Santha handed over the bunch of keys to her and kept her face as if nothing happened. When they moved through the crowd, they came face to face with Suma's husband.

- Where's Suma?

- She didn't come, aunty. She said she had a headache.

- Poor girl! Ok, we will go and visit her.

- Nice, aunty, but I'll go to office straight from here.

- That's ok. I will go with Bala.

- She will be happy.

As soon as his brother-in-law moved away, Bala pulled his mom away and said he was not going anywhere. His mother said she wanted to open out to him some secrets. So they came out of the wedding hall. There was a bus stop in front of the wedding hall and none was waiting there. They went there and pretending as if they were waiting for a bus; they talked.

- What's your problem in paying your sister a visit?

- Don't ask me, please. I can't discuss.

- About the way she got married and pregnant?

- In a way, yes.

- But if it's your baby?

- What?

- In fact it is. You made her pregnant and went away to college. We didn't want to kill your baby. It was I who persuaded her to take a husband to make alibi to your child. You made her pregnant; you spoiled her studies. Yet you nurse this grudge against her.

- I'm sorry, mum. I didn't know. Come, we will go to her at once.

Bala's father wanted to go home earlier to be in touch with the satsangh to hatch a plan for the journey to Banares the next day. Santha told him that they wanted to pay a visit at their daughter. He suggested then that he would leave and they can come later.

*

Suma was not living far off. When she received her mother and brother she became jubilant. Apart from Suma, only her mother-in-law was there in her house at that time.

Santha requested that old lady to take her to a famous temple in that town, creating privacy to her children to share their feelings.

As soon as the elder women left the house, Suma rushed in on to her brother's hands and wept bitterly. He patted her back and calmed her down.

- Why didn't you come to the wedding today?

- Because you didn't talk to me yesterday.

- I didn't know then. Only today mummy told me the whole story. Is it our child that you are carrying?

- Yes, feel it.

- I'm sorry I had mistaken you.

- It's alright, now you have come.

- How does your husband treat you?

- No complaints, but not so big as you have there under.

- Oh my love!

- Show me that which made me pregnant; I want to thank it.

- But you are pregnant.

- Doctor says I can have sex up to seven months; it will widen the vagina for an easy delivery. But yours is too long. No deep penetrations.