A Son’s Revenge – Part 2

I glanced at the clock. It was 5 in the evening. I was at the computer for more than 3 hours. My eyes were hurting, but there was a raging laughter inside me. I couldn’t hold it in, and I started laughing loudly. I went through all the files.

There was so much evidence that I could bury Rajiv in lawsuits and bring his family to the streets. But that would be the easy way. I wanted to torment this motherfucker. I wanted him on his knees begging me. I got up and stretched my body, which was stiff from sitting for such long hours.

I unlocked my room and went to the living room. Some romantic movie was playing on the TV. Mom was sitting on the couch in her nightdress. I rarely saw her wearing one of her nightgowns but now it made me happy. She was all naked below that gown.

My dick got erect at the thought of it, and lust got on my mind. I got an idea, and I got all naked. She was completely focused on the movie. My dick was hard, and I moved towards her. I quickly sat on the couch with my dick still standing. She noticed my presence but not my dick.

I was laughing from inside. The living room was dark because of the weather outside, so it was hard to notice if someone was naked. I moved my hands to the back of her shoulder, barely touching. This was fun. I wanted to take it further, so I started talking to her.

She was too invested in the movie even to bother looking at me while talking.

Rahul: Mom. Tell me something.

Mom: Hmm. What?

Rahul: Won’t you get pregnant since I cum into you?

She waved her hands, still not looking.

Mom: Don’t stress. I was on birth control for a long time after you were born. I can’t get pregnant now.

It was a random question I asked out of curiosity, but it made me happy and excited. My dick got hard again. I took her hand and placed it on my hard dick. She was startled and suddenly looked at me.

Mom: Baba, no. I’m watching a movie. Not now.

Rahul: I can’t fuck you now. You made me horny with that whole birth control thing.

I made a puppy face. She gently slapped my shoulder at the mention of the word “fuck”.

Mom: Language. I’m your mother.

Rahul: Not while my dick is hard.

She pouted her lips, glancing at me and then back at the television. I was gently stroking my dick with her hands. The centre table vibrated, and the screen glowed on Mom’s phone. I glanced at it. It was her sister. My masi. Neha masi was in her early thirties and had been married for almost 2 years.

Her husband worked in the Gulf and was home for 1-2 months in a year. She and Mom had a deep bond. They shared every. Mom leapt on the phone and picked it up, shooting a sly smile towards me. She laid back, pausing the movie and pulling back her hand from my dick.

She started talking with masi, her legs dangling from the couch. I picked her one leg up and rested it on my naked thighs. I started massaging her feet. She smiled at me, still listening to the rant masi was dumping on her. I moved up my hands to her knee, then her thighs.

I gently moved my hands up and down her inner thighs, feeling her milky skin against my hand. I could feel her breaths heavy and her periodic glares whenever I squeezed her thighs. I parted her legs further.  I saw that she was wearing light pink panties, which were wet, probably from all the touching.

I got up and moved close to her neck, placing a small kiss. I could feel her trembling, my hands scratching her thighs. I pulled away and gave her a sly smile. I parted her legs further and started kissing her thighs from the bottom up.

She let out a soft moan, which was quite audible to the person on the other side of the phone. She made an excuse and tried pushing me away, but I was having fun. I moved my kisses up and stopped on her puss. I breathed against her panty and then took it in my mouth.

She tried pushing me away, but both my hands were already grabbing her thighs and pushing them apart. I pulled her panties in one swift go and assumed my position again. She was grabbing my hair and letting out controlled moans. My tongue made its way inside her pussy while my lips sucked her juices.

My tongue was alternating between her clit and hole, making clockwise motion. Soon it made its way to her asshole, and I was nose deep in her pussy-licking slurping sounds. I was devouring her pussy like an animal, hungry for days. Her breaths were heavier now, and she was barely talking.

I pulled away for a moment and looked at her, my lips wet from her juices.  She was biting her lips and mouthing ‘STOP’pleading me, but I had had enough of the teasing. I stroked my rock-hard dick, ready to enter her, when suddenly she spoke on the phone.

Mom: Yeah, he is here. Watching some movie…. Haha…. Do you want to talk to him?

She extended the phone to me, and a chuckle left my mouth. I took the phone from her hand and placed it on my ear.

Rahul: Hey Masi. How are you?

Masi went on with her list of formal questions that every relative keeps prepared. Mom was now lying back with her hand on her head, sweating hard. One hand was on the phone, and the other was gently stroking her thigh and knee. I moved my hands on her pussy, my thumb rubbing her clitoris.

I slowly put two of my fingers in, and she breathed a gasp of air. I started moving my fingers inside her, exploring every part of her pussy while playing with her clit. She was restless now, her ass moving up and down in the air, trying to escape my hold.

The talk was nearly over so I said my goodbyes to Masi and hung up the call. Mom looked up at me, my two fingers still inside her. She was sweating hard, her nightgown wet near the neck and her underarms. Her hair was a mess.

“Sorry about your movie.” I smiled apologetically at her.

“It’s not your fault, baby” She smiled back, pulling away from my fingers.

She got up and opened the curtains a bit to let some light in. It was summer, so the sun was still up. She pulled the hem of her gown and threw it on the couch. Sweat droplets glistened against her brown nipples, erect from the fingering. I was stroking my dick, using her wetness as lube.

Suddenly, she got on all fours on the floor in front of me. Her ass was towards me, legs spread apart to reveal her hairy, red and wet pussy. “You have to complete what you start” She looked back at me. My dick got so hard it hurt. It felt like all the blood was flowing to my dick the moment I heard those words.

I could understand why Rajiv was so desperate to fuck her. He suspected that she had a wild side, but she never showed it to him. Now that she was inviting me fuck her, I knew that she had unleashed the slut inside her. I instantly got up and moved. I spanked her ass as hard as I could.

She screamed and moaned as my hand left a red print on her wet white ass. I kneeled in front of her face. She looked up at me and understood the task. I collected her hair and moved her lips towards my dick. She pulled her tongue out and licked the tip of my dick.

Her tongue moved around my dick in circles, making it wet all over as she tasted my precum. I couldn’t resist and pushed her head gently. She opened her mouth to engulf my throbbing dick. I started fucking her mouth, saliva drooling on the floor. I let go of her hair and grabbed both her hanging tits.

She was slurping on my dick, trying to eat it as if it was a candy. I pinched and squeezed her tits hard, but she didn’t say anything. She pulled back and wiped her lips with one hand, the other one supporting her. I got up, went around her and kneeled behind her ass, the tip of my dick on her pussy.

She was pushing back slightly, eager to get fucked by her son. I grabbed the box of cigarettes from the couch and lit one up. With one hand, I adjusted my dick, and it went in without any effort. She sucked in a gulp of air, and my free hand grabbed her red ass while I took a long drag of the cigarette.

I started fucking her pussy, slowly and gently. I took another drag and passed the half-burnt cigarette towards her. She took one hand, and I grabbed her ass with both hands so she didn’t fall off. I was now pounding her one stroke at a time, the sound of her wet ass loud against my thighs.

She was taking drags of the cigarette in between the deep strokes, breathing a little heavy. I moved my hands on her back, up and down, then to her hanging mangoes with a light brown tip. I squeezed and mauled them gently while kissing her shoulders and neck.

My dick felt warm against her pussy which was once again soaking from the teasing. The moment she took the last drag, I pinched her nipples hard and pulled away, taking control of her ass. I spanked her other ass and started pounding her fast and hard.

The sound of the pounding was now getting mixed with her loud moans. She was taken by surprise, and her hand moved towards my stomach, trying to push me away. I grabbed that hand with my right hand and her hair with my left, going balls deep inside her.

A cry left her mouth as I increased the pace and left her hand for her to support herself against what was coming. Both my hands grabbed her ass cheeks again and stretched them to reveal her asshole. I slowed down and pulled my dick out, my left thumb immediately on her clit, making a fast circular motion.

She was groaning from the pleasure, trying to catch her breath. I spat on her asshole and started moving my right thumb on it, lubricating her ass.

“You ever tried anal, mom?” I asked while gently pushing her asshole with my thumb.

“Mmm. Once, I think in college. But he was too big. We dropped it.” She said, moaning, her breaths interrupting her speech.

I increased the pace on her clit, a laugh leaving her mouth between the heavy breaths and pushed my other thumb completely inside her asshole. She let out a squeal, trying to get away, but I had her under my grasp. I started fingering her asshole a little faster while playing with her clit.

She was nearing orgasm now. It was quite evident from the screams and moans that were loud and out of control, like an animal desperate to be freed. Her thighs shivered against my right hand that was between her ass cheeks, and she let out a scream, leaving my left hand wet.

I pulled out my thumb from her asshole. She fell stomach down on the floor, exhausted and panting. I gently stroked her hair, then her back moving down to her red ass, massaging her as she tried to catch her breath. I got up, sat on the couch and grabbed my phone.

She sat up on the floor, parts of her milky white skin red from the grabbing and spanking, her hair dishevelled. Her face was wet, sweat and saliva mixing on her lips. She was sitting with her legs spread apart, supporting herself on her hands, giving me a clear view of her wet pussy and erect nipples.

But the best part of her after fuck look was the smile that was plastered across her face as she looked at me.

“You didn’t cum, baba.” The smile on her face fainted as she realized this.

“The next time I’m cumming, it would be inside your ass,” I smirked at her.

Her face went from shock to blush. She smiled again, this time in agreement. I opened my phone to book bus tickets for our trip to Manali. Mom got up from the floor and went into the washroom. She came back 20 minutes later, cleaned up and dressed in a white transparent t-shirt and light blue panties.

I was finalizing the booking. She sat beside me, rubbing my arm and back gently. This gesture was something that always made me feel safe, and it was her old habit. Today it was a little different, better, probably due to the new side of our relationship.

She grabbed the pack of cigarettes and lighted one. I finished the bookings and got up with my semi-hard dick hanging.

“Why don’t you take a bath? We will then pack our bags and have dinner.” She smiled, moving her hands up and down my arm.

I nodded and went to the washroom. I took a bath and got dressed. We then packed our stuff, talking and laughing. I had never seen her this happy in a while. This was all for her. Everything that I was doing. I would burn down Rajiv if that brought a smile to her face.

We had dinner, and I told her that the bus was at noon and we’ll reach there tomorrow night. Then I told her about all the beautiful places we’ll visit and how the resort rooms had private hot springs. She looked excited to listen to me talk about these things.

We watched a movie again and cuddled to sleep. The next afternoon we caught the bus to Manali and reached there by 8 in the night. It was an exhausting journey, but an escort cab was at the bus station to pick us up. We reached the resort by 8:30 and checked in.

It was truly beautiful. I hadn’t lied to Mom about my friend’s dad owning the resort. Rishi’s father owned this resort and every other resort within a 5 KM radius. I told Mom to go to the room and freshen up and maybe get some rest.

“Where are you going?” She asked while handing the bags to the housekeeping.

“I’ll be back. I have to go and say hello to Rishi’s dad. Thank him for this,” I said, handing her the key to our room.

She nodded, giving me a puppy face. I gave her a side hug and bid her goodbye. As soon as she disappeared into the lift lobby, I turned towards the receptionist. My phone rang before I could speak. It was Mayank Uncle, Rishi’s father. I answered.

Rahul: Hi Uncle! How are you?

Mayank: I’m a good beta. How was the journey?

Rahul: It was good, uncle. A bit exhausting, if I’m being honest.

I heard a faint laugh.

Mayank: Why don’t you come up and have a drink with me? We have some catching up to do. I’m in the penthouse in this very building. I’ll send my secretary to get you.

Rahul: Sure Uncle. I’ll be there.

I cut the call and turned to the receptionist again.

“Could you help me with the room number of Mrs. Divya Gautam?” I asked her.

She typed some keys on her computer. “Sir, it’s 403.”

I smiled and thanked her. I pressed the lift button and smiled.

“The irony,” I said out loud as I got in the lift and pressed the P button on top.