Family web 4

‘What do you mean by hurting one’s own self?’

‘For example, if Rahul fucks your mother on compulsion, but not of his will.’ I explained, ‘Sorry if my language offends you.’

She laughed and continued in the same spirit of language, ‘But even legal fucks are compulsive fucks.’

‘They ought to be. Law is compulsion. Being compulsive, law calls unconditional love like incest as taboo.’

‘You mean incest is an unconditional, non-compulsive way of love?

‘Yes, incest lovers consider their partners as their own self. So they don’t compel or impose conditions.’

‘That’s how my grand father fucks my mother and at the same time allows her to fuck Rahul?’

‘You got the point.’

‘Your logic is interesting. How come you plead for incest?’

‘I had partaken.’

‘Really?’

I nodded. She stared at me. And to make her believe I expounded my past.

I had a mother who absconded, leaving her three children. And then my elder sister ran away with her lover. Later I too ran away from home, leaving my father and younger sister.

Running away I reached Baroda and joined a business house, but only as an office boy. The payment I received was just sufficient to meet my needs.

In Prince Cinema there, I happened to view an x-rated film. Since then it became a habit of me to visit that cinema house. As I was watching a movie one day, someone moved in the dark and occupied my next seat. But after a few minutes I felt his hand on my thighs. Already I was pressing my bulge now and then.

The scene on the screen was so hot: in a hill station a taxi driver, hired by a honeymooning couple/ took the couple to a remote place in the forest/ binds the husband to a tree and rapes the wife under his eyes. And the wife, after an initial struggle/, gives up her struggle and enjoys the fuck.

My neighbor’s hand moved and settled on my crotch. I didn’t show any protest. It pressed and squeezed at my crotch. I did nothing to prevent, but allowed it to have its freedom. And the hand was not satisfied with that limit. It opened my trousers and pulled out my fully erected cock. Out of fear I looked this way and that way to see if anybody is watching.

‘What a big thing you own,’ murmured the neighbor in my ear. ‘Let me play with it, but don’t spill the seed. Tap my hand when you feel like cumming.’

And the hand seemed to be an experienced one; it performed a sensational masturbation on my cock.

On the screen, the camera moves to a close-up, focusing the bulging in the husband’s trousers spans down to the noticing eyes of the wife/ pulls back to show the wife, raising her hips and to a top close up showing the thick cock stretching in and drawing out through the shining lips of the bulged cunt.

I was on the brink. So, I tapped the hand and expected it to stop or take care, but an unexpected action followed: the neighbor bent down and wrapped his mouth around my cock and sucked frantically and made my cock-head to burst into his mouth, discharging an abundant load. And he drank all his catch. Within seconds, the hall came alive with lights and I had little time to cover up. Interval it was.

The neighbor was a handsome old man of above 50 and was in police uniform with three stars each on his shoulder straps. I was panicked, but he smiled amicably. And subsequently he enquired all about me. I didn’t tell him that I was a runaway boy, but told him the truth about my Baroda life.

Once the lights are switched off after interval, he gave a squeeze at my cock and told me to follow him. He got up and moved out of the hall. Panic struck me again. I had no other option, but to follow him.

He took me in his police bike to a posh bungalow in Karelibaug. The door was opened by a beautiful middle-aged lady. Gori gori (whitish complexion), she looked like a caged angel. Inspector introduced her as his wife and briefed her about me. She gave me water to drink followed by tea. I couldn’t help but running my eyes on her voluptuous breasts and butts. And I was not able to take away my eyes until she disappears from the front room.

‘You like her?’ inspector smiled at me.

My throat went dry. ‘Sorry, sir, I…”

‘No excuse, you’re going to stay here.’

‘But, sir, my job…’

‘Forget it. You are appointed as our housekeeper and already I’ve arranged to bring here your things.’

I kept mum. Inspector called his wife out, but she didn’t show her face again. Inspector went in and soon I could hear a heated argument and her crying followed. I was sitting there in great confusion. ‘Tomorrow we’ve to start again our job-searching exercise,’ I worried within me.

Inspector took me out for dinner. And, that night, he made me to sleep in a guest room in his house. In the middle of the night I woke up to hear voices.

‘Why are you so adamant? I should’ve left you to rot on the streets.’

‘Listen, if you want a child, why don’t you try yourself?’

‘Hey, don’t repeat all those nonsense. I’m resolved to achieve my goal with this boy.’

‘But he is only a kid and I’m afraid to loot innocence.’

‘Come on, he is already 20. Once you had a look at his growth, you’d come to know.’

‘No I don’t want to.’

‘Look, he is an orphan too. And he won’t go anywhere or breathe out.’

There was no sound for some time. Then I heard footsteps approaching me. Inspector woke me up and told me to go into madam’s room. I obeyed and went in. Madam told me to bolt the door. I did. But then she told me to lie down on the floor and sleep. I followed.

It went like that for thee days. On the fourth day morning, inspector called me to his room. He wanted to know whether I had intercourse with his wife. I didn’t know what to say, buy he guessed. He pulled me to him and pushed down my trousers. My cock raised its head and nodded at him.

‘Let her go to hell. Why should I waste you, my godsend?’

Inspector knelt in front of me and took my cock into his mouth. I held his head for support and the sucking went on nicely. Soon I was drawn in to the lust wave and was slowly fucking his sucking mouth. By then I noticed the door opened and madam standing there. Our eyes met and locked for a moment and then she had gone. It was so quick that I thought it was only my imagination. So I pushed it away from my mind and pulled me back to fill the milking mouth.

In the night, madam called me to her bed and told me to press her legs. I obeyed eagerly. She wanted to know whether I was truly an orphan. I said yes, because that’s how I was answering the world from the very first day I flee my home.

She hiked her gown to expose more of her legs to be massaged. I followed enthusiastically. She was on her stomach. Her thighs were plump, smooth and wheat white. My pecker stirred in my pajamas.

Few minutes later, she hiked her gown further to expose her big-big orbs of buttocks. Breathless I was, but attended to her with the attention of my cock. It might have exited her; she divided her thighs to permit my fingers to move below. Under her wheat colored orbs appeared her husky brown lips. I didn’t fail to touch and feel them, as if accidentally.

Suddenly she turned on her back and her shaved prominent cunt blocked and dragged my vision. Looking at her fleshy mound I had to wet my parched lips. She pulled her gown over her head and tossed it off. Her big-big boobs swung forth. I started trembling in anticipation.

‘Come on in my boy, fuck me out, if that’s what you want’ she invited by her coarse voice and at the same time by her spreading thighs. That appeared vulgar for a lady like her. And it maddened me. I tore off my dresses and dived in between her thighs. And my cock plunged in smoothly and deeply.

I fucked her as a long starved lustful man. She too had an urgency to quench her thirst it seemed; she raised her hips and reciprocated fervently. I kneaded her big breasts, sucked at her long nipples and fucked and fucked at her hot hungry cunt. Soon she was at her peak and I could sense the tremor in her body. She gasped, stiffened and collapsed down.

I didn’t stop my powerful thrusts but speeded up. The morning suck I had from the inspector helped in my prolonging. She convulsed under me as if she was in great pain and was moaning continuously. Her breasts hardened as shot-put balls. For a big mass such as they were, it was unbelievable. Her nipples stood as hard as my thumbs. Her sheath was steaming and streaming around my sliding cock and I was floating through a groundless grip. And it ended up as too much to bear and I ejaculated and collapsed on her, writhing like a fish out of water.

She enfolded me into her arms and legs, and rested me on her, to perspire in bliss. And she searched out my mouth with hers and locked me further.

Next day madam told her husband to stay away from me for I had become her property. Inspector blinked at first but jumped up next in happiness. Yet he was suspicious. And he expressed so. Madam, in fury, pushed me down on my back, pulled out my cock, and mounted me, in front of him.

Inspector was much pleased, but left the scene because the act of cock-in-cunt was not of his taste.

I was employed in fucking madam continuously for three months. And it bore its fruit. Inspector achieved his goal. Madam conceived. And everybody was happy including me.

But fate took on its course. Inspector kidnapped me from his own house and put me in a southbound train and warned me that he would shoot me down if he happened to see my head again in Baroda. I left Baroda and my meager belongings in madam’s house.

I got down next day morning on the bank of Godhavari, took bath in the great river and roamed empty handed. A man took me to an ashram for a free meal. I liked it. No work, no worry, nice bath in Godhavari and two meals a day in the ashram. I decided to stay in the ashram, but the chief monk called me in and wanted to know from me if I wanted to be a monk. Only a monk is allowed to stay there permanently. I consented.

My steadfastness was tested for a mandala (42 days) and then I was given diksha. Once I’ve enrolled into the fold, the secrets of the ashram were revealed to me. I stayed there happily for 18 months. Bnd my fate awakened to take its course.

Inspector from Baroda arrived there and wanted to take me back to Baroda. I refused, but he took me back on his gunpoint.

Madam was sitting on her bed in her room and a baby was sleeping on a cradle nearby. Tears welled up in her eyes as soon as she spotted me. And inspector left us to be alone and closed the door. I was standing there as an idiot in my monk’s robe.

‘Dev? Vasudev? Are you not Vasudev?’ asked madam.

And I was alarmed. ‘But how? How do you know?’

She ran up to me and fell on my chest and cried. I was completely confused. She led me to her bed and took out a photograph from under her pillow and put it in my hand. It was one of my belongings I left in that house. It was my family photo. All were there: my father, mother, elder sister, younger sister and I.

‘How do you come to know us? Who are you?’ I wondered.

She pointed her finger at my mother in the photograph. And the photograph slipped off my hand. I was taken aback. She fell on me once again and burst into sobs. Tears poured out of my eyes too.

Once we overcome our emotions, she led me to the cradle and showed me the sleeping child, ‘Look at the beauty, your son’.

‘I’m sorry, mom, it wouldn’t have happened if I had known that you were my real mother.’

She covered my mouth with her hand and said, ‘No ifs and buts. I must say that I owe my life to the inspector, who saved it and guarding me so far. I became his wife as a safe step for I knew he would not touch a woman in his life. But of late he wanted to have a child by me to show the world that he is potent too. In fact, I wanted to help him boosting his image, but at the same time I didn’t like to bed with another man. But one has to believe in fate. I came out of my shell on account of you, unaware of our blood link.’

‘O ma, I never imagined I’d meet you in my life.’

‘Me too, but then why did you say that you were an orphan?’

I told her briefly my runaway story. She took me in her arms and soothed me, ‘It’s all the game of fate.’

‘How come the inspector agreed to bring me back?’ I wondered.

‘I told him that I would open-out the secret of the baby to the world otherwise,’ my mother cleared.

I cuddled in her embrace. She kissed me first on my forehead and then on my lips. The kiss on my lips lingered long.

‘Ma, now we’ve come to know we’re mom and son.’

‘That’s why I kissed you first on your forehead; but next on your mouth because you’re also my lover, who fathered my son.’

I didn’t stand on her way thereafter. She locked me in her hot wet kiss and ran her fingers on my crotch. My cock jumped under my robe.

Breaking her kiss she said, ‘It’ll be terrific for us to fuck, knowing we are real mom and son.’

So, on her guidance, I entered her. Her cunt was slimy and slippery like the floor of Puri Jagannath Temple, where cooked rice was spilled and trodden by human feet. And we fucked. The heat, the love and all our movements in and out, it was terrific. Even after ejaculation I didn’t have the mind to pull out my depleted cock off her cunt.

‘Ma, what you said was true.’ I gasped. ‘It was unbelievably terrific.’

‘Didn’t I tell you?’ Mom patted my cheeks and pulled at them. ‘It was terrific the way you fucked, O my..!’

‘And I tasted your milk too, ma,’ I told her excitedly, ‘your boobs are full of milk.’

She pecked at my lips and pushed my head down to her boobs. ‘A breast feeding mother has to give the balance milk to the father of her child,’ she said. I sucked at her thumb-sized nipples, drawing in her thin sweet milk. Mom ran her fingers through my hair and said, ‘you remind me of my dad. He too was mad after my milk pots.’

‘O ma, what do you mean? May be a slip of tongue. I think it was my dad; not yours.’

‘Not a slip of tongue, but I’ve to admit he was also your dad, your grand dad,’ she flashed me a nasty smile.

‘Ma?’

Smiling, my mother opened another part of her/my story.

“It happened first when I was 20 years old. Delivered my first baby, I had to stay a bit long at my parent’s home. My in-laws were struggling to build up their business at that juncture. My first baby, your elder sister, was two years old then and yet hadn’t given up feeding at my breasts.

“Neighbors advised me to wean my child for her better growth. So, I stopped my breastfeeding, but had come by with a peculiar problem. My breasts had swelled with unfed milk. My neighbors told me to milk them out, but they were so painful even to touch. I didn’t know what to do and was crying with my unbearable pain.

“There was where my father came forward to give me the relief. He bolted the door and sat beside me. He didn’t touch me; just put his head down, took my nipple by his lips and started sucking at it. That was all. In half an hour I was alright.

“I had to seek his help once in the night also. He readily agreed. That time he held my boobs and gave a gentle squeeze. It went like that for two more days, with some variations in his grip and squeeze. And on the third day while he was sucking at my breasts, he took my hand and placed it on his erection. I was shocked.

‘It’s wrong, papa.’ I said, pulling away my hand.

‘Only a mutual help: I suck your milk and you suck mine.’

“He exposed his cock. And it was a big beautiful tool. My mouth and cunt started watering.

‘But, papa, I’m your daughter…’

‘Since your mother died, I’m struggling to find a let out. These servant maids are all after money and I’m vexed.’

“I considered his condition and petition and decided to help him.

“I lowered my head and took his thing into my mouth and sucked at it from tip to base and base to tip. He groaned in pleasure. It took only 5 minutes and he discharged in my mouth. He thanked me with tears. I took him into my embrace and kissed him saying, ‘Don’t worry, papa, you can even take me if you feel like.’

“He didn’t waste time. He raised my dress up above my hips, pulled down my panties and admired at my young hairy mound. ‘Oh mother goddess, you look big everywhere. Big boobs! Big thighs! And so is your broad bulged cunt. Let papa to have a lick at your creamy cake, otherwise I’d die.’

‘You are shockingly vulgar, pa.’

‘I can’t help; I’m mad after you.’

“I opened up my thighs and he dived into my pussy folds. He lapped me like a honey hunter licking at his hand, front and back. Within no time he conjured up my cunt to give out juices flooding his mouth.

“His wonderful cock was ready already. He placed his bulbous head at my flooded gate and poised for a full minute as if ruminating. Losing my patience, I pulled him down by his buttocks. His eel lodged into my slurry hole to make me gasp in pleasure.

He started moving in and out. A fantastic feeling it was: his stone hard thickness stretching my vaginal walls and his bulbous head nudging through my cervix.

‘Fuck me dad, fuck me deep. You’re making my weeping cunt crazy after your hard long cock.’

“And he doubled me up and fucked so deep to drive the hell out of my hot flowing cunt. I lost all my senses and bubbled out with vulgar words and soon clung to him in a superb climax. He emptied his hot syrup in to my sweet depths.

‘No need to go behind the servant maids hereafter, papa, I’m here to serve you.’

‘I’m lucky. You’re a great fuck, daughter, what a pussy oh what a pussy!’

“I kissed him and bound him with me.

“Thereafter I kept him as my lover and entertained my cunt with him. I filled in him the emptiness left by my mother’s death. He filled in me by emptying his seeds of life. Soon the milk in my breasts dried up and my womb came alive with a baby. Yes, my son, I conceived you from the seeds of my own father.

“My father sold his properties and helped my in-laws in their business. I took my father to live with my in-laws. They happily accepted him. Every secret has to come out one day. But I am still unable to believe what happened that day. It was my father-in-law, who busted in on one of our daughter-dad adventures. He didn’t say anything, but rushed out. We didn’t bother. We resolved to face.

“My dad and I decided to go south and live there openly as husband and wife, but the only problem was that we sold all our properties and put into our in-laws’ business.

“I must say it was only a miracle that my husband rushed in and kissed me fervently as a new found lover. I didn’t catch up with the situation first. Then my husband made it clear to my father and me that he and his father too were the products of an incest family.

“That made everything straight. And thereafter I fucked with all three cocks at my home: my father, my father-in-law and my husband. And it used to be an orgy most of the time: filling my three holes each with a cock. When I conceived my third child i.e. Your younger sister, I had no idea who fathered her.

One day when my youngest child was 3 years old, I went to a temple with my father, leaving the children at home. In the temple, out of blue, I experienced an urge to fuck. My father too expressed the same. We couldn’t help but fucked in front of the deity. And it was such a terrific fuck. We were hurling vulgar words at one another. Suddenly stones started hurling at us. A crowd of people surrounded us. They bounced on us and killed my father on the spot. I managed to ran away and escape.

But it seemed I reached Baroda city by a westbound train. Inspector spotted and rescued me from a gang, which sells girls to Mumbai red light area. I was completely out of mind. I couldn’t recollect anything from my past. Inspector put me in a hospital and saved me. Fourteen long years he looked after me. When my old memories returned, I told the inspector all about my family hiding my side of incest. He, as a true friend, took me to our native place and alas I couldn’t trace out our family.