On the periphery of the village of Olur, stood a sculpture made from clay, sand and lime. Children of the village were afraid to play anywhere near the statue because it looked scary to say the least. It was a replica of Angannan, a deity who according to folklore, had become a martyr fighting dacoits a few hundred years ago. The thankful villagers remembered his sacrifice with an annual feast filled with decorations and formal events, providing an occasion for the women and children to visit the shrine and offer their prayers. Many male children in the village had one of Angannan's names and most of the adult men felt pride in growing a moustache similar to that of their favorite deity.
As the years passed by, the descendants of Angannan migrated to bigger towns and cities, only one descendant of Angannan remained in Olur. Annamma or Annam as she was fondly known represented the solitary family carrying the legacy of Angannan. Not surprisingly, the villagers remained faithful to Annam and called her house 'The big house' which meant that rest of the village had to obey anything that Annam may impose. Fortunately, Annam remained a very considerate woman who understood the plight of the villagers, mostly farmers who needed the intervention of 'The big house' more often than not. After all, she understood pain and poverty.
Annam was married to Sengodan, a direct descendant of Angannan, at the tender age of sixteen. Sengodan's first wife Ponni had died four years ago, after bearing him a female child. Annam's father, a petty farmer was left with no option than to gift his daughter to his landlord, as he had huge debt burden. Annam gave birth to a male child the very next year. She raised her son and step-daughter alike, giving them equal affection and attention. Her married life came to an abrupt halt when Sengodan was found dead on the banks of the nearby river a few years later. Rumors were rife that Sengodan had forced a woman into sex, because of which the woman committed suicide. Many villagers believed that the woman's ghost avenged her rape by killing Sengodan on a new moon day, a day on which he allegedly had committed the crime.
As per village tradition, Annam installed a resting stone in Angannan's shrine, dug a well and planted several trees to provide shelter and drinking water for the travellers and pilgrims. While she hoped to get divine pardon for her husband's sins, Annam was determined not to let her son and step-daughter become prey to the curse of any villager. Annam found a match for her step-daughter Pushpa immediately after the latter had finished her schooling. The whole village wore a festive look during Pushpa's marriage which went on for three days.
Balu, much to Annam's dismay, had inherited some of the vices of his notorious father. During his schooling, he came across illegal pornography and local liquor. Annam had to remind her son frequently about his father's fate, thereby hopefully discouraging him to try any sexual adventures in the village. But, she knew that Balu would find it extremely difficult to control his urges, because his father always had an insatiable hunger for sex. To be fair to Balu, Annam realized that she too missed the pleasures of sex after the death of her husband and often she resorted to masturbation to relieve herself of her sexual tension. Annam's predicament of not having a sexual partner gradually developed into sympathy for her youthful son. Which eventually led to both of them becoming victims of their own desires.
That was twenty years ago. Annam was thirty-five years old and Balu, was eighteen.
Annam had remained a faithful widow all those years until she discovered that Balu had become a cocky youngster. She was shocked to find the sort of literature he was secretly reading and was dumbfounded when she caught him staring lustfully at the women who worked in the family rice paddy fields. She easily guessed the reason for her son spending so much time in the bath room as well as the cause of those stains found in his underwear. But Annam was shell shocked to realize that her son was stealthily ogling her as well. At eighteen, Balu looked like the younger version of her late husband and like his father seemed to be horny all the time.
Annam was fragile, a fact she always remembered. After several years of married life during which sex become an integral part of her daily chores, her husband's death had created a void in her life. The horny woman in Annam threatened to overpower the responsible mother that she was. Her son's antics did not cause any undue disgust but slowly began inducing her carnal desires. Balu was clever enough to gauge his mother's moods and was looking for the right time to quench his forbidden thirst. He didn't have to wait very long.
Balu rushed into his mother's room while she was masturbating. He stood, stared for a while then quickly retreated. Annam feared that he wouldn't leave it to the next day. As the night approached, her heart began beating very fast, sensing that Balu might sneak in anytime. He did.
He crawled into Annam's bed and nuzzled up to her. His hand rested on her chest and started fondling her tit. Annam, wasn't wearing any blouse beneath her saree. Balu could feel the flesh of his mother's enormous breast through the thin fiber of the white saree she had on.
"Balu," Annam shuddered. "Take off your hands. I am your mother."
Balu didn't oblige. He didn't reply. He lifted his mother's left hand and placed it on his pants. Annam's body shook as her palm felt the bulge in her son's pants. She couldn't remove her hand from her son's clutch as it was ruthlessly firm. Annam could feel her son's breath hot on her cheeks. She felt his grip on her tit tightening and more significantly, she could feel her nipples getting erect and rubbing against her son's palm. She let out a helpless moan.
"Mom," Balu whispered. "Nobody would ever know. Pushpa has gone to live with her husband. It's only us left in the darkness of this huge house. It is all ours now. Let's do it."
Balu kept attempting to place her hand on his erection and every time it seemed to have grown bigger. Annam clasped her thighs tighter in an effort to control her emotions but her son was getting bolder as the seconds ticked by.
"It is sin," Annam muttered. "We will have no escape. We will end up in hell."
"It is already a hell," Balu quipped. "Where will we end up for pleasing ourselves? Which one is the escape route for all our fantasies? Why shouldn't we please each other instead of playing with ourselves?"
"Please stop Balu," Annam tried her best to push off her son's hand which was kneading her breast. Balu pinned her to the bed by throwing his right leg across her thighs, letting his erection press against her hips.
Balu wasn't in any mood to let the opportunity go. He and his friends had gone to watch a soft porn movie in a nearby town and as they were returning home, Balu had made up his mind to fuck his mother. He knew that she would resist initially but that she would yield to his urges eventually.
"Do you want me to try some of our peasants?" Balu queried. "Or should I go to town to find some whore? Is it okay if I repeat the mistakes Dad made?"
"No! No!!" Annam almost screamed. She didn't want her worst fears to come true. She would never withstand another curse on the family. She would never wish to lose her beloved son.
"I don't know what to say," Annam murmured. "You are my life."
Balu smiled knowing his trick worked. He was too stubborn to see reason and was desperate to taste the forbidden pleasure.
"I love you mom," Balu mumbled. "I will not hurt you. Let us make this night ours."
As Annam turned to see her son, he planted a kiss on her lips. Holding her face with both hands, he brushed his lips against hers. He let his right hand slide down her neck to her shoulder to pull off her saree. Annam's hands folded swiftly to cover her breasts. Balu, unmindful of his mother's hesitation pushed her hands down and caught hold of her breast again. When Annam moaned, Balu let his tongue intrude into his mother's mouth and started exploring the warmth. Their tongues entwined while their bodies brushed against each other, spawning lusty heat. Annam quickly lost the battle to lust which engulfed her body and soul like a tornado.
'How long it has been,' Annam began thinking as her arms passionately hugged her son. 'When was the last time my tits were felt? When was the last time I was kissed? When was the last time I felt a man's body hovering over me with uninhibited lust?'
Balu was in youthful hurry as his hands disrobed Annam's saree. He was awestruck seeing his mother's naked breasts. Her areolas were much bigger than those of the woman he watched in the movie; almost the size of brownish round festive cookies. Her nipples stood tall resembling a pair of fountain pen caps. As Annam heaved, Balu feared those huge melons might burst like balloons.
"Mom, you look better than those slutty actresses. I can't keep my eyes or hands off you anymore."
Balu rolled onto Annam and clutched both her tits. He buried his face in her cleavage and shook his head letting the flesh globes wobble. Annam lowered her hands and clenched his ass cheeks firmly. She could feel the gentle jerk inside her pussy and sensed a couple of drops of pre-cum were on their way.
"Balu, Let's do it. I am ready," Annam shrieked.
"It is wrong but nice nevertheless. Take me and do it now."
Balu was thrilled to hear the excitement in her voice. He lifted his head from the sexy plateau between his mother's tits and started savoring the melons. He went from one to the other, sucking the breasts, drawing circles around the areola and suckling the erect nipples. Annam held the young man's body tightly upon her as her hands began mashing his ass cheeks with passion. Annam smirked realizing that men share the same obsession for breasts. Here, her son was playing with her tits as though there was going to be no tomorrow. She occasionally hissed in pain but constrained her instinct to ask her son to be gentle. She knew he was raw and inexperienced. She could feel his hyped excitement about getting to squeeze his own mother's boobs. 'No pain, no gain,' Annam thought as she bit her lower lips in tremendous arousal and a little bit of agony.
When Balu eventually released her breasts, they were shining with her son's saliva smeared all over. Balu kept watching his mom's tits enlarge as she heaved and his eyes kept staring at them as though he hadn't had enough of them.
"You almost squeezed me to death," Annam smiled shyly. "You will soon learn to conserve your energy."
"I can't help it," retorted Balu. "Looks like I can play with your tits all my life."
When they kissed again, it was much more gentle. Annam's globes were mashing against her son's bare chest. She felt the length and strength of her son's huge prick on her belly. There was no place for any inhibitions anymore. She just wanted her son to stick his pole inside her and fuck her mercilessly.
Balu apparently had other ideas. He slipped along her body kissing all the way, teasing her navel with his tongue before he finally stopped between her spread legs. As he lifted his head to have a look at his mom's pussy, a sudden feeling of shame and guilt crept into Annam's mind. But, she knew it was too late by then as she watched her son surveying her womanhood.
Annam had a beautiful, swollen pussy covered with dark hair. A few drops of her cum were found on the hair looking like tiny pearls. He felt the tip of his cock to check the oozing drop of his own pre-cum and was thrilled that his mother was as prepared to fuck as he was. The excitement of fucking his own mother filled his mind and he could feel a slight pain in his cock as it had become very stiff. For a moment, Balu looked perplexed before his mother stretched her hand out and caught hold of his enormous cock.
The feel of her soft palm and tender fingers on his rock-hard cock was unimaginable and wonderful. As Balu closed his eyes to relish the moment, Annam began jacking his pole. Balu could feel his balls swelling and a current passing through his spine. Who could have imagined such pleasure in life?
Annam knew that she couldn't keep her boy waiting for long. After jerking his dick for a minute, she leaned forward and pressed a kiss on his manhood. Before Balu could comprehend, Annam eagerly opened her mouth and drew her beloved son's big cock inside. Her eyes were closed but her face was glowing in lust. While Balu began enjoying the gentle warmth of his mother's mouth on his dick, he felt a jolt as Annam began sucking it. Using all her experience, she began slowly as though she was teasing her son but soon gathered momentum. While sucking, she alternated pressing his balls gently with one hand and rubbing her own pussy vigorously. It was an erotic sight for Balu as he watched his mother teasing herself while pleasing his cock.
'How long would she suck me?' Balu kept asking himself although he enjoyed every moment of it. He held Annam's head with both hands and watched her increasing the speed and intensity of her sucking. Before he could think, Balu felt a thunderous shiver all over his body as his balls began pumping the semen into Annam's mouth. Although Annam managed to swallow the entire flow of cum, a few drops still managed to drool around her mouth. The expression on her face was one of fulfillment, Balu couldn't see even a hint of awkwardness. To his surprise, as she let his cock go and looked up, she sported a mischievous smile as though she had conquered some kingdom.
The blowjob session had smashed whatever barriers that remained between the two. Annam could feel that after all those stale years the woman in her had woken up again with rejuvenated energy. She knew that it was the beginning of a thing that would perhaps never stop. Her only concern was about her son's dick which was losing its hardness and shrinking after the blowjob. But, having seen the overwhelming lust of her son, she believed that his dick would regain the strength and length that it had lost momentarily.
Balu wanted to reciprocate the oral pleasure his mother gave. Keeping his eyes glued to his mother, he inserted a finger into her pussy and felt the strange feel of moist and warmth inside the love tunnel. Annam groaned and began moving her hips as though she wanted her son's finger to rub the walls of her soaking cunt. Balu teased her by removing the finger for a brief moment only to poke two fingers inside. Watching his mom squirm on the bed aroused the teenager and his dick began rising with vigor. While keeping his fingers well inside his mom's pussy, Balu lowered his head and planted a kiss. The musky odor which emanated from his mother's pussy struck his nostrils and sped to fill his lungs. His tongue popped out and began flicking around Annam's pussy. The aroused mother clasped her son's body with her legs, forcing his face to press harder against her pussy. Balu gasped for breath, before digging his tongue deeper into his mother's pussy. As he started sucking the wet labia, her clitoris rose ferociously. His lips strayed for a while before it brushed against the protruding clit making Annam jump on the bed. Balu's lips and tongue started working in harmony as he devoured his mom's clit and pussy sending a series of shock waves all through her body. Annam began squealing in ecstasy feeling her son's rough tongue digging deep into her pussy and lashing around her canal. She screamed helplessly as an intense, long orgasm took over her body, letting her cunt juices flow like never before.
Balu, the eager son kept lapping at the fluid that began flowing like a wild river. Gripping her ass cheeks firmly and pressing his face against his mom's pussy, he kept licking every precious drop of the love essence. He realized that his dick was ready and raring to have a go at his mom's pussy. Taking advantage of her spread legs and oozing pussy, the clever lad lifted his body and quickly got into the right position to send his prick right into the waiting cunt.
"Ooohhh!"
Annam couldn't squeal louder after the massive orgasm that had hit her just a few seconds ago. She felt the gigantic pole piercing through her cunt like a missile screaming through the air. The feel of her pussy gripping the huge dick sent her into the oblivion. The horny mother grabbed her tits and began squeezing them with loud moans. As Balu began pumping his dick in and out of his mom's pussy, the aroused mother smiled, squirmed, grinned and grimaced enjoying all the while. Balu wasn't wasting any precious time to change gears and when he finally did his dick was plummeting into her pussy at a speed that she never experienced before. Balu could feel the tightness of his mother's pussy as it gripped and grabbed his monstrous cock as kept accelerating his fucking speed. He worked like a robot programmed to fuck by thrusting his dick in and out of his mother's pussy. His arousal kept increasing as he listened to his mother's sexy squeals. It was a sight to behold watching his naked mother squeezing her own tits and pinching her own nipples. As seconds ticked, his dick began moving swiftly in and out of the cunt amazingly smoothly.
Annam's hands released her tits and gripped Balu's hips. She began panting in joy and her squeals sounded like a delightful music in tune with the loud sounds of two bodies slamming against each other. Balu watched his mother's tits wobble and jump as his hips kept moving back and forth sending his young dick into unexplored depths of his mother's pussy. The inevitable end was approaching as Balu could feel his balls getting hard as though they were carved out of stones. His dick kept swelling inside his mother and felt like red hot rod. Annam could feel the twitch beneath her belly and the slight pain that struck her thighs. Her toes started curling and her fingers feverishly gripped her son's hips. A hot stream of blood seemed to flow from head to toe for the depraved mother and son as they were about to orgasm together.
It was like a high intensity explosion inside Annam's pussy making her scream again. Balu didn't lag behind as he continued to ram his cock fiercely into his mother. His excitement was beyond any comparison as he watched his mom scream and shudder in the aftermath of her orgasm. Just then he felt an intense heat running through his prick from the tip, his balls contracted flushing out loads of semen through the tiny hole of his huge penis. It kept coming as though it would never stop. Even after such an intense orgasm, Annam's pussy was still clenching her son's dick taking the enormous flow of his thick semen inside. Balu kept pumping for a while till the last drop of his cum reached the bottom of his mom's pussy. The warmth of his mother's pussy began to diminish slowly and his dick began to lose its strength and length gradually. Within a few minutes, their bodies became motionless and the only sound that filled the room was their loud gasping.
They were exhausted but the excitement didn't seem like it was decreasing. Balu remained motionless on top his mother's naked body still struggling to breath normally. Annam's hands firmly embraced her beloved son as though she wasn't willing to let him alight from her.
It was the same house; same bed but the man with whom she had enjoyed the insurmountable pleasure of sex wasn't her husband but her only son. What they had just done was illegal; immoral and incomprehensible but was perhaps the most memorable experience in a very long time. As their sticky bodies eventually separated, reality began sinking in for Annam that her life had changed within a span of few minutes.
Annam turned around and her eyes momentarily saw the huge portrait of Sengodan, her late husband mounted on the wall. A sudden guilt rose in her consciousness and she quickly turned the other way, only to see her son staring at the roof with a fulfilled smile on his face.
The 'Big House' was about to be a mute witness to a series of unprecedented scenes in the days that followed, something beyond the imagination of the lusty mother and son.
The annual festivities in the village temple were about to begin and the villagers began renovating Angannan's shrine. As per tradition, members of the 'Big House' had to oversee the conduct of the festival. Annam felt edgy and guilty. She wondered if she had the courage to enter the shrine after beginning an incestuous relationship with her son. After their first encounter, Annam and Balu had been living like newly married couples, making use of every opportunity to have sex.
As summer approached, the village priest announced the festival dates and the news sent a shiver down Annam's spine. She felt as if she was a child again, when she used to fear seeing the frightening statue of Angannan. This time however, she had every reason to fear their deity who represented the epitome of virtue.
Balu was his usual self, he stayed out of the house for most of the day and when he returned home in the evening, he looked for his mother and fucked her wherever she was to be found in the big house. The polished wooden staircase; the kitchen; the cattle shed; the haystack; the royal swing; the grocery room - every nook and corner of the house witnessed the animated sex of mother and son. As the festival approached, Balu's incest with his mother became more frequent as he knew that Pushpa, his step-sister and her husband might arrive soon and his nightly adventures with Annam might not be possible.
"Pushpa is smart." Annam cautioned her son, as they lay naked on the master bed. "If she finds out about us, she will never come again."
Annam wasn't convinced her son would control his sexual urges even in that short period of time. The helpless mother had realised that her son had become a sexual beast. However, she had to protect the honour of the house and keep the family intact.
Balu knew his mom was right. But he was wondering how he would be able to stay away from his sexy mother for ten full days. Moreover, as the family responsible for the festival, the male members were required to remain 'virtuous' which prohibited sex with anyone other than their spouse. Balu began to comprehend that he would have to control his deviant urges for ten days every year, if he was content with his mother as his only lover. Perhaps I should get married, Balu thought. As the days passed, both mother and son became restless.
Pushpa and Sundar, her husband, arrived with Suresh, their three year old boy, a day before the festival began. As Annam welcomed the couple, a sense of guilt once again resurfaced in her mind. Reality began sinking in, she was a grandmother who needed to set examples in upholding family values. After a few minutes of uneasiness, Annam noticed changes in her beloved step-daughter.
The few years Pushpa had been living in the city seemed to have brought about some significant changes in her appearance and attire. Her long hair which used to hang down to her bottom had been shortened to almost half it's length. She wore a sleeveless blouse and a lucid saree showing the linings of the blouse, covering her swollen breasts. Surprisingly, Pushpa had applied lipstick, something she always hated before getting married. The gentle enchanting fragrance that surrounded Pushpa meant that she had become used to a few other cosmetics as well.
Sundar wasn't looking bad either. The black hair and thin moustache remained very much intact. He looked more solidly built than last time. Balu left the house after spending a few minutes with his step-sister and brother-in-law. After a few banters, Sundar retreated upstairs for a nap leaving Annam and Pushpa to themselves. Suresh, the little boy was soon fast asleep on his grandmother's lap.
"Balu looks different," Pushpa said in a surprised tone. "It looks like he has become a man. His face has lost it's innocence."
"He will be nineteen very soon," Annam replied, forcing a smile. "At nineteen you became a mother. Not the age to be innocent at all."
"Then find a suitable bride for him," Pushpa quipped with a huge smile. "Don't you want a granddaughter?"
"I do!" Annam smiled. "Tell your husband. I want you to be blessed with a baby girl when you come next year."
Pushpa's face immediately froze and her vivacious smile vanished. She lowered her eyes, apparently to hide the drop of tears which came from nowhere.
"I can't have another child." Pushpa whispered.
"We are destined to be content with just this one little fellow."
Annam was shaken. For a few moments, neither of them spoke; letting an uneasy silence engulf the huge house. Eventually, Annam placed her hand on Pushpa's shoulder.
"Your father's sins keep following us around like a monstrous shadow." Annam murmured. "A woman's curse can stay alive for many generations. It can deprive the descendants of even ordinary moments of happiness."
"That is why I want Balu to get married soon." Pushpa said, dabbing off her tears. "Let him not stray like father and invite any woman's curse. Let him live true to the values our family inherited from the deity."
Annam was dumbfounded, she knew that her son had already belittled every value the family inherited from Angannan. And, more importantly, she was the reason for her son's departure from the family's virtues. Perhaps Pushpa's suggestion was some sort of divine order for the hapless widow to make amends.
"Okay!" Annam sighed deeply.
"I will start looking for a suitable bride for Balu. We can expect to see hundreds of young girls from in and around the village during the festival. Let us find the one who would step into the big house and wipe off whatever darkness that is left."
"Great!" Pushpa almost screamed in delight.
"If we find the girl, let us go ahead with the marriage on the last day of the festival itself. I will offer a thousand lotus buds to the deity and gift one saree to every woman in the village."
Annam, understandably, was not as delighted as her unsuspecting step-daughter because she knew that Balu's marriage meant that she had to share her son with another woman. But she pretended to be happy about the discussion and began wondering if Balu would ever agree to be married. She even wished that Balu would refuse to get married, at least, in the near future.
But neither Annam nor Pushpa were aware about what Balu was thinking at that moment. Sitting under the huge banyan tree, pretending to be overseeing the festival arrangements, the horny young man was struggling hard with a sudden fixation that seemed to have over taken him.
The reason for the new found excitement was - Pushpa, his step-sister! Balu always remembered Pushpa as a lean, tall and insipid girl before marriage. She had neither the curves nor the flesh to catch the imagination of the village boys. She always wore dresses that never revealed her body and never had an interest in any cosmetics. In fact, Balu could not recollect if she looked different when she visited the previous year and wondered why his step-sister suddenly looked like an angel. Slowly, it began sinking in him that sex with his mother had stimulated his urges to such an extent that his eyes began looking at his step-sister as a sex object. I am becoming an animal, Balu thought to himself. Before I let loose and start hounding women, I must get married. He decided.
Balu returned home, determined to talk to Annam about his marriage. As he entered his mother's room he saw Pushpa's little boy sleeping on her lap. Annam kept a finger on her lips, cautioning her son not to talk and wake up the child. After waiting for a few seconds, Balu decided to go upstairs to catch up with his brother-in-law and step-sister. Of course, his inner beast wanted him to get an eyeful of his step-sister again.
As Balu approached the guest room, he could hear giggles and whispers.
"Have as much you can," Balu heard Pushpa saying.
"Your son is sleeping well with a full tummy."
"With so much milk in your breasts, we should have had twins." Sundar said mockingly, followed by another giggle from Pushpa.
Balu, who was about to turn and step down, suddenly became curious. The windows in the room were made of wooden planks with a nice gap in between to let anyone peep inside. Balu carefully walked like a cat to the window and started looking through the window split. What he saw, struck him like lightning.
Sundar was sitting on the bed with just his trouser on and his hands resting on his thighs. Pushpa was standing opposite him with her bra unlatched, playing with her fleshy tits. The top end of her saree wasn't covering her left shoulder and breasts but rested on her left arm.
"Promise me that you will be gentle with them." Pushpa said in a husky voice. "I am not getting stronger like your hands."
"Let me try." Sundar winked at his wife before pulling her close to him. As he placed his mouth on one of Pushpa's breasts, Balu's dick twitched and rose ferociously. Although he stood a fair distance away, he could still see that his step-sister's nipple was almost an inch long with huge areola, perhaps even bigger than his mother's.
Sundar took his wife's nipple into his mouth relishing the sensational taste. Soon, he began taking more of her breast letting his mouth open wider and wider.
"Good boy!" Pushpa patted her husband as he began sucking her flowing milk from her breast. While he sucked one breast, his hands kept playing with the other, teasing the nipple with his fingers. Pushpa caressed her husband's hair, as she closed her eyes and enjoyed.
Balu's eyes widened as he watched Pushpa sighing in joy letting her husband drink her breast milk. She was holding her husband in a tight grip, thrusting her tit into his mouth. Sundar kept alternating between each of her boobs, sucking her milk intensely while gripping and squeezing her other tit with passion. Soon, he cupped Pushpa's bum and began massaging it. Pushpa moaned and hissed while holding her husband's face firmly on her tit.
Balu's dick had hardened beyond imagination watching the breast feeding inside the room. He pulled out his enlarged cock out of his pants and he began stroking it while his eyes devoured the scene inside the room. He wished that it was his mouth sucking his step-sister's breasts and his hands that were massaging her tits and ass. As he watched Pushpa's hands caressing her husband's shoulders and hands, Balu assumed that she was thoroughly enjoying being sucked by her husband.
"Damn if you ever stop sucking," Pushpa said biting her lips. "I want you to get as hard as you can."
'Oh Pushpa!' Balu whispered. 'I wish you would let me suck your tits like that. I won't stop the whole day.'
Sundar, in the meantime had become restless as he suddenly released his wife's breasts to pull down his trousers. Balu saw his brother-in-law's engorged cock and somehow began envying him. His dick seems to be bigger and longer than mine, thought Sundar.
"You always rush up," Pushpa said mockingly."Can't you wait for a few more minutes?"
"Not anymore," Sundar replied with a grin and pulled Pushpa's saree. Pushpa untwined her saree by turning around and around, spinning slowly, letting her husband pull off her skimpy saree. With her blouse opened and bra unclasped, she jumped on her husband and the couple rolled over themselves a few times on the sprawling bed. Soon, the intimate couple began kissing each other while their hands eagerly stroked each other's backs.
Balu began stroking his dick feverishly as he watched his step-sister behave like a slut with her husband. Sundar, highly aroused pulled down her panties leaving her stark naked. Sundar slipped a finger in her slit and began rubbing her up and down for a while letting his wife moan and squeak. Then, he resumed sucking her breasts while his hand kept rubbing her mound, occasionally letting a finger to go in and out of her slit. Suddenly, Sundar seemed to have another idea as he moved his head down between his wife's spread legs and began licking her oozing pussy. Pushpa's fingers were pulling her husband's head into her cunt so that he could lick and suck harder. She arched her body when Sundar's tongue intruded the opened folds and dug deeper inside her. Her moan was louder and her legs were split wider. Her fleshy tits heaved and wobbled as her body rose up and down on the bed. Sundar's tongue did all the talking all over and inside his wife's swollen pussy and clit. Soon, Pushpa writhed in ecstasy as her clit hardened and Sundar licked it faster and faster, she jerked up into Sundar's mouth almost shouting as streams of juices gushed out of her pussy.
Balu watched Sundar lapping Pushpa's cunt juice while Pushpa held the back of his head pressing his face on her oozing cunt. Sundar kept licking and sucking her pussy even as his wife kept moaning and squealing in pleasure. Balu's cock was throbbing in his hand and he had to stop jerking it or he wouldn't last until the end. He feverishly watched further scenes unfold inside the room.
"You owe me a blow-job," Sundar was telling Pushpa with a smirk.
"Not now," Pushpa's voice sounded utterly unfamiliar to Balu, with so much of lust soaked in it. "I want you to put your cock inside me and fuck my brains out."
Balu was stunned to hear those words, coming from a sister whom he had always considered to be a conservative girl. Then he remembered the wild calls of his mother while she had sex with him and presumed that no woman is conservative when it comes to sex.
Sundar began fucking his wife in the missionary position, with his hands firmly on the cot. Pushpa's legs were planted against Sundar's hips while her ass cheeks jumped on the cot, letting her husband's cock drive in and out of her pussy. Her tits jumped to the thunderous poundings from her strong husband and her legs shook as though she had a convulsion.
"Faster... Faster... Faster..." Pushpa kept snarling at her husband as the loud sounds of two bodies slapping against each other echoed inside the large room. Sundar never looked like slowing down as his hips moved as though it was mechanically designed to fuck.
Soon the couple growled and heaved long sighs after reaching their respective orgasms.
Balu's cock exploded like a grenade spewing cum onto the floor in huge loads. He quickly backed away from the window slit and pulled an empty sack over the cum to cover it before quietly going down the stairs.
Annam had gone to the kitchen after leaving the sleeping boy in the cradle. Balu took advantage of that and rushed to the bathroom to clean himself up. It took a while before he regained his senses but he could still see images of his step-sister breast feeding her husband.
I should get a chance to feel her tits; to suck her pussy and to drive my cock all the way inside her fleshy cunt, was Balu's foremost thought. He found it extremely difficult to brush off his sinful, dirty thoughts as all he could see was the naked beauty of his step-sister.
Balu entered the kitchen and saw Annam peeling bananas, perhaps for the evening snacks. Balu could see her huge ass and boobs quiver as her hands kept peeling the thick skin of the country bananas. He quickly moved behind her, gripped her waist and planted a kiss on her shoulder.
"Balu!" Annam admonished him. "Why are you always horny? We are not alone in this house anymore."
"We are going to be alone for a while." Balu whispered pushing his hand between her thighs to rub her pussy from behind. Annam pushed his hand, turned around and glared at her son with genuine anger.
"Balu, we have talked about this before. We can't do this now. Not until the festival is over."
"But the festival begins only tomorrow." Balu complained and pulled her into a tight embrace. "Don't let tomorrow arrive so soon."
"Get off!" Annam pushed Balu forcefully. "Don't think you are the only one whom I should look after. We have a small child in our house. I have to take care of Pushpa and Sundar as well."
"Pushpa and Sundar are taking care of themselves." Balu retorted with a smug smile. The smirk in his voice sounded so mischievous that Annam instantly realised what her son actually meant.
"What?" Annam almost growled. "What did you say? Have you been spying on them? What a pervert you are!"
Balu's smile disappeared in a flash as he watched the fuming anger in his mother's eyes.
"You must be ashamed of yourself." Annam spoke in a voice of contempt and disgust. "I thought you will control your urges and behave like a responsible brother. I was stupid."
"Mom!" Balu realised his foolishness and tried to get closer to his mother but Annam almost jumped backwards.
"Stop there!"
Balu couldn't meet his mother's eyes as they were spitting fire in anger.
"Pushpa was right," Annam continued talking but her voice was beginning to break. "You need to get married and very soon. I will find a bride for you before the festival is over. We need to forget what happened and begin our lives afresh. Start learning to be a good husband like Sundar. I will spend the rest of my life as a good mother to you and your spouse. Let us make our lives simple. Do you understand me?"
Balu didn't answer but kept staring at his angry mother for a while. Just as he gathered some courage to reply, they heard footsteps on the staircase.
"Pushpa is coming," Annam hushed. "Get out of here at once."
Pushpa watched Balu rushing out of the house in a hurry as she came to the cradle. The child was still fast asleep.
"Let him sleep Pushpa," Annam emerged out of the kitchen with a smile that did not even hint of what had happened a few seconds ago.
"What happened to Balu?" Pushpa queried. "He seems to be angry about something."
"Let him be," Annam forced a laugh. "After all, you said that he has become a man."
Pushpa joined her mother's laughter. Annam turned around and headed towards the kitchen with emotions running high and tears flowing down her cheeks.
As the years passed by, the descendants of Angannan migrated to bigger towns and cities, only one descendant of Angannan remained in Olur. Annamma or Annam as she was fondly known represented the solitary family carrying the legacy of Angannan. Not surprisingly, the villagers remained faithful to Annam and called her house 'The big house' which meant that rest of the village had to obey anything that Annam may impose. Fortunately, Annam remained a very considerate woman who understood the plight of the villagers, mostly farmers who needed the intervention of 'The big house' more often than not. After all, she understood pain and poverty.
Annam was married to Sengodan, a direct descendant of Angannan, at the tender age of sixteen. Sengodan's first wife Ponni had died four years ago, after bearing him a female child. Annam's father, a petty farmer was left with no option than to gift his daughter to his landlord, as he had huge debt burden. Annam gave birth to a male child the very next year. She raised her son and step-daughter alike, giving them equal affection and attention. Her married life came to an abrupt halt when Sengodan was found dead on the banks of the nearby river a few years later. Rumors were rife that Sengodan had forced a woman into sex, because of which the woman committed suicide. Many villagers believed that the woman's ghost avenged her rape by killing Sengodan on a new moon day, a day on which he allegedly had committed the crime.
As per village tradition, Annam installed a resting stone in Angannan's shrine, dug a well and planted several trees to provide shelter and drinking water for the travellers and pilgrims. While she hoped to get divine pardon for her husband's sins, Annam was determined not to let her son and step-daughter become prey to the curse of any villager. Annam found a match for her step-daughter Pushpa immediately after the latter had finished her schooling. The whole village wore a festive look during Pushpa's marriage which went on for three days.
Balu, much to Annam's dismay, had inherited some of the vices of his notorious father. During his schooling, he came across illegal pornography and local liquor. Annam had to remind her son frequently about his father's fate, thereby hopefully discouraging him to try any sexual adventures in the village. But, she knew that Balu would find it extremely difficult to control his urges, because his father always had an insatiable hunger for sex. To be fair to Balu, Annam realized that she too missed the pleasures of sex after the death of her husband and often she resorted to masturbation to relieve herself of her sexual tension. Annam's predicament of not having a sexual partner gradually developed into sympathy for her youthful son. Which eventually led to both of them becoming victims of their own desires.
That was twenty years ago. Annam was thirty-five years old and Balu, was eighteen.
Annam had remained a faithful widow all those years until she discovered that Balu had become a cocky youngster. She was shocked to find the sort of literature he was secretly reading and was dumbfounded when she caught him staring lustfully at the women who worked in the family rice paddy fields. She easily guessed the reason for her son spending so much time in the bath room as well as the cause of those stains found in his underwear. But Annam was shell shocked to realize that her son was stealthily ogling her as well. At eighteen, Balu looked like the younger version of her late husband and like his father seemed to be horny all the time.
Annam was fragile, a fact she always remembered. After several years of married life during which sex become an integral part of her daily chores, her husband's death had created a void in her life. The horny woman in Annam threatened to overpower the responsible mother that she was. Her son's antics did not cause any undue disgust but slowly began inducing her carnal desires. Balu was clever enough to gauge his mother's moods and was looking for the right time to quench his forbidden thirst. He didn't have to wait very long.
Balu rushed into his mother's room while she was masturbating. He stood, stared for a while then quickly retreated. Annam feared that he wouldn't leave it to the next day. As the night approached, her heart began beating very fast, sensing that Balu might sneak in anytime. He did.
He crawled into Annam's bed and nuzzled up to her. His hand rested on her chest and started fondling her tit. Annam, wasn't wearing any blouse beneath her saree. Balu could feel the flesh of his mother's enormous breast through the thin fiber of the white saree she had on.
"Balu," Annam shuddered. "Take off your hands. I am your mother."
Balu didn't oblige. He didn't reply. He lifted his mother's left hand and placed it on his pants. Annam's body shook as her palm felt the bulge in her son's pants. She couldn't remove her hand from her son's clutch as it was ruthlessly firm. Annam could feel her son's breath hot on her cheeks. She felt his grip on her tit tightening and more significantly, she could feel her nipples getting erect and rubbing against her son's palm. She let out a helpless moan.
"Mom," Balu whispered. "Nobody would ever know. Pushpa has gone to live with her husband. It's only us left in the darkness of this huge house. It is all ours now. Let's do it."
Balu kept attempting to place her hand on his erection and every time it seemed to have grown bigger. Annam clasped her thighs tighter in an effort to control her emotions but her son was getting bolder as the seconds ticked by.
"It is sin," Annam muttered. "We will have no escape. We will end up in hell."
"It is already a hell," Balu quipped. "Where will we end up for pleasing ourselves? Which one is the escape route for all our fantasies? Why shouldn't we please each other instead of playing with ourselves?"
"Please stop Balu," Annam tried her best to push off her son's hand which was kneading her breast. Balu pinned her to the bed by throwing his right leg across her thighs, letting his erection press against her hips.
Balu wasn't in any mood to let the opportunity go. He and his friends had gone to watch a soft porn movie in a nearby town and as they were returning home, Balu had made up his mind to fuck his mother. He knew that she would resist initially but that she would yield to his urges eventually.
"Do you want me to try some of our peasants?" Balu queried. "Or should I go to town to find some whore? Is it okay if I repeat the mistakes Dad made?"
"No! No!!" Annam almost screamed. She didn't want her worst fears to come true. She would never withstand another curse on the family. She would never wish to lose her beloved son.
"I don't know what to say," Annam murmured. "You are my life."
Balu smiled knowing his trick worked. He was too stubborn to see reason and was desperate to taste the forbidden pleasure.
"I love you mom," Balu mumbled. "I will not hurt you. Let us make this night ours."
As Annam turned to see her son, he planted a kiss on her lips. Holding her face with both hands, he brushed his lips against hers. He let his right hand slide down her neck to her shoulder to pull off her saree. Annam's hands folded swiftly to cover her breasts. Balu, unmindful of his mother's hesitation pushed her hands down and caught hold of her breast again. When Annam moaned, Balu let his tongue intrude into his mother's mouth and started exploring the warmth. Their tongues entwined while their bodies brushed against each other, spawning lusty heat. Annam quickly lost the battle to lust which engulfed her body and soul like a tornado.
'How long it has been,' Annam began thinking as her arms passionately hugged her son. 'When was the last time my tits were felt? When was the last time I was kissed? When was the last time I felt a man's body hovering over me with uninhibited lust?'
Balu was in youthful hurry as his hands disrobed Annam's saree. He was awestruck seeing his mother's naked breasts. Her areolas were much bigger than those of the woman he watched in the movie; almost the size of brownish round festive cookies. Her nipples stood tall resembling a pair of fountain pen caps. As Annam heaved, Balu feared those huge melons might burst like balloons.
"Mom, you look better than those slutty actresses. I can't keep my eyes or hands off you anymore."
Balu rolled onto Annam and clutched both her tits. He buried his face in her cleavage and shook his head letting the flesh globes wobble. Annam lowered her hands and clenched his ass cheeks firmly. She could feel the gentle jerk inside her pussy and sensed a couple of drops of pre-cum were on their way.
"Balu, Let's do it. I am ready," Annam shrieked.
"It is wrong but nice nevertheless. Take me and do it now."
Balu was thrilled to hear the excitement in her voice. He lifted his head from the sexy plateau between his mother's tits and started savoring the melons. He went from one to the other, sucking the breasts, drawing circles around the areola and suckling the erect nipples. Annam held the young man's body tightly upon her as her hands began mashing his ass cheeks with passion. Annam smirked realizing that men share the same obsession for breasts. Here, her son was playing with her tits as though there was going to be no tomorrow. She occasionally hissed in pain but constrained her instinct to ask her son to be gentle. She knew he was raw and inexperienced. She could feel his hyped excitement about getting to squeeze his own mother's boobs. 'No pain, no gain,' Annam thought as she bit her lower lips in tremendous arousal and a little bit of agony.
When Balu eventually released her breasts, they were shining with her son's saliva smeared all over. Balu kept watching his mom's tits enlarge as she heaved and his eyes kept staring at them as though he hadn't had enough of them.
"You almost squeezed me to death," Annam smiled shyly. "You will soon learn to conserve your energy."
"I can't help it," retorted Balu. "Looks like I can play with your tits all my life."
When they kissed again, it was much more gentle. Annam's globes were mashing against her son's bare chest. She felt the length and strength of her son's huge prick on her belly. There was no place for any inhibitions anymore. She just wanted her son to stick his pole inside her and fuck her mercilessly.
Balu apparently had other ideas. He slipped along her body kissing all the way, teasing her navel with his tongue before he finally stopped between her spread legs. As he lifted his head to have a look at his mom's pussy, a sudden feeling of shame and guilt crept into Annam's mind. But, she knew it was too late by then as she watched her son surveying her womanhood.
Annam had a beautiful, swollen pussy covered with dark hair. A few drops of her cum were found on the hair looking like tiny pearls. He felt the tip of his cock to check the oozing drop of his own pre-cum and was thrilled that his mother was as prepared to fuck as he was. The excitement of fucking his own mother filled his mind and he could feel a slight pain in his cock as it had become very stiff. For a moment, Balu looked perplexed before his mother stretched her hand out and caught hold of his enormous cock.
The feel of her soft palm and tender fingers on his rock-hard cock was unimaginable and wonderful. As Balu closed his eyes to relish the moment, Annam began jacking his pole. Balu could feel his balls swelling and a current passing through his spine. Who could have imagined such pleasure in life?
Annam knew that she couldn't keep her boy waiting for long. After jerking his dick for a minute, she leaned forward and pressed a kiss on his manhood. Before Balu could comprehend, Annam eagerly opened her mouth and drew her beloved son's big cock inside. Her eyes were closed but her face was glowing in lust. While Balu began enjoying the gentle warmth of his mother's mouth on his dick, he felt a jolt as Annam began sucking it. Using all her experience, she began slowly as though she was teasing her son but soon gathered momentum. While sucking, she alternated pressing his balls gently with one hand and rubbing her own pussy vigorously. It was an erotic sight for Balu as he watched his mother teasing herself while pleasing his cock.
'How long would she suck me?' Balu kept asking himself although he enjoyed every moment of it. He held Annam's head with both hands and watched her increasing the speed and intensity of her sucking. Before he could think, Balu felt a thunderous shiver all over his body as his balls began pumping the semen into Annam's mouth. Although Annam managed to swallow the entire flow of cum, a few drops still managed to drool around her mouth. The expression on her face was one of fulfillment, Balu couldn't see even a hint of awkwardness. To his surprise, as she let his cock go and looked up, she sported a mischievous smile as though she had conquered some kingdom.
The blowjob session had smashed whatever barriers that remained between the two. Annam could feel that after all those stale years the woman in her had woken up again with rejuvenated energy. She knew that it was the beginning of a thing that would perhaps never stop. Her only concern was about her son's dick which was losing its hardness and shrinking after the blowjob. But, having seen the overwhelming lust of her son, she believed that his dick would regain the strength and length that it had lost momentarily.
Balu wanted to reciprocate the oral pleasure his mother gave. Keeping his eyes glued to his mother, he inserted a finger into her pussy and felt the strange feel of moist and warmth inside the love tunnel. Annam groaned and began moving her hips as though she wanted her son's finger to rub the walls of her soaking cunt. Balu teased her by removing the finger for a brief moment only to poke two fingers inside. Watching his mom squirm on the bed aroused the teenager and his dick began rising with vigor. While keeping his fingers well inside his mom's pussy, Balu lowered his head and planted a kiss. The musky odor which emanated from his mother's pussy struck his nostrils and sped to fill his lungs. His tongue popped out and began flicking around Annam's pussy. The aroused mother clasped her son's body with her legs, forcing his face to press harder against her pussy. Balu gasped for breath, before digging his tongue deeper into his mother's pussy. As he started sucking the wet labia, her clitoris rose ferociously. His lips strayed for a while before it brushed against the protruding clit making Annam jump on the bed. Balu's lips and tongue started working in harmony as he devoured his mom's clit and pussy sending a series of shock waves all through her body. Annam began squealing in ecstasy feeling her son's rough tongue digging deep into her pussy and lashing around her canal. She screamed helplessly as an intense, long orgasm took over her body, letting her cunt juices flow like never before.
Balu, the eager son kept lapping at the fluid that began flowing like a wild river. Gripping her ass cheeks firmly and pressing his face against his mom's pussy, he kept licking every precious drop of the love essence. He realized that his dick was ready and raring to have a go at his mom's pussy. Taking advantage of her spread legs and oozing pussy, the clever lad lifted his body and quickly got into the right position to send his prick right into the waiting cunt.
"Ooohhh!"
Annam couldn't squeal louder after the massive orgasm that had hit her just a few seconds ago. She felt the gigantic pole piercing through her cunt like a missile screaming through the air. The feel of her pussy gripping the huge dick sent her into the oblivion. The horny mother grabbed her tits and began squeezing them with loud moans. As Balu began pumping his dick in and out of his mom's pussy, the aroused mother smiled, squirmed, grinned and grimaced enjoying all the while. Balu wasn't wasting any precious time to change gears and when he finally did his dick was plummeting into her pussy at a speed that she never experienced before. Balu could feel the tightness of his mother's pussy as it gripped and grabbed his monstrous cock as kept accelerating his fucking speed. He worked like a robot programmed to fuck by thrusting his dick in and out of his mother's pussy. His arousal kept increasing as he listened to his mother's sexy squeals. It was a sight to behold watching his naked mother squeezing her own tits and pinching her own nipples. As seconds ticked, his dick began moving swiftly in and out of the cunt amazingly smoothly.
Annam's hands released her tits and gripped Balu's hips. She began panting in joy and her squeals sounded like a delightful music in tune with the loud sounds of two bodies slamming against each other. Balu watched his mother's tits wobble and jump as his hips kept moving back and forth sending his young dick into unexplored depths of his mother's pussy. The inevitable end was approaching as Balu could feel his balls getting hard as though they were carved out of stones. His dick kept swelling inside his mother and felt like red hot rod. Annam could feel the twitch beneath her belly and the slight pain that struck her thighs. Her toes started curling and her fingers feverishly gripped her son's hips. A hot stream of blood seemed to flow from head to toe for the depraved mother and son as they were about to orgasm together.
It was like a high intensity explosion inside Annam's pussy making her scream again. Balu didn't lag behind as he continued to ram his cock fiercely into his mother. His excitement was beyond any comparison as he watched his mom scream and shudder in the aftermath of her orgasm. Just then he felt an intense heat running through his prick from the tip, his balls contracted flushing out loads of semen through the tiny hole of his huge penis. It kept coming as though it would never stop. Even after such an intense orgasm, Annam's pussy was still clenching her son's dick taking the enormous flow of his thick semen inside. Balu kept pumping for a while till the last drop of his cum reached the bottom of his mom's pussy. The warmth of his mother's pussy began to diminish slowly and his dick began to lose its strength and length gradually. Within a few minutes, their bodies became motionless and the only sound that filled the room was their loud gasping.
They were exhausted but the excitement didn't seem like it was decreasing. Balu remained motionless on top his mother's naked body still struggling to breath normally. Annam's hands firmly embraced her beloved son as though she wasn't willing to let him alight from her.
It was the same house; same bed but the man with whom she had enjoyed the insurmountable pleasure of sex wasn't her husband but her only son. What they had just done was illegal; immoral and incomprehensible but was perhaps the most memorable experience in a very long time. As their sticky bodies eventually separated, reality began sinking in for Annam that her life had changed within a span of few minutes.
Annam turned around and her eyes momentarily saw the huge portrait of Sengodan, her late husband mounted on the wall. A sudden guilt rose in her consciousness and she quickly turned the other way, only to see her son staring at the roof with a fulfilled smile on his face.
The 'Big House' was about to be a mute witness to a series of unprecedented scenes in the days that followed, something beyond the imagination of the lusty mother and son.
The annual festivities in the village temple were about to begin and the villagers began renovating Angannan's shrine. As per tradition, members of the 'Big House' had to oversee the conduct of the festival. Annam felt edgy and guilty. She wondered if she had the courage to enter the shrine after beginning an incestuous relationship with her son. After their first encounter, Annam and Balu had been living like newly married couples, making use of every opportunity to have sex.
As summer approached, the village priest announced the festival dates and the news sent a shiver down Annam's spine. She felt as if she was a child again, when she used to fear seeing the frightening statue of Angannan. This time however, she had every reason to fear their deity who represented the epitome of virtue.
Balu was his usual self, he stayed out of the house for most of the day and when he returned home in the evening, he looked for his mother and fucked her wherever she was to be found in the big house. The polished wooden staircase; the kitchen; the cattle shed; the haystack; the royal swing; the grocery room - every nook and corner of the house witnessed the animated sex of mother and son. As the festival approached, Balu's incest with his mother became more frequent as he knew that Pushpa, his step-sister and her husband might arrive soon and his nightly adventures with Annam might not be possible.
"Pushpa is smart." Annam cautioned her son, as they lay naked on the master bed. "If she finds out about us, she will never come again."
Annam wasn't convinced her son would control his sexual urges even in that short period of time. The helpless mother had realised that her son had become a sexual beast. However, she had to protect the honour of the house and keep the family intact.
Balu knew his mom was right. But he was wondering how he would be able to stay away from his sexy mother for ten full days. Moreover, as the family responsible for the festival, the male members were required to remain 'virtuous' which prohibited sex with anyone other than their spouse. Balu began to comprehend that he would have to control his deviant urges for ten days every year, if he was content with his mother as his only lover. Perhaps I should get married, Balu thought. As the days passed, both mother and son became restless.
Pushpa and Sundar, her husband, arrived with Suresh, their three year old boy, a day before the festival began. As Annam welcomed the couple, a sense of guilt once again resurfaced in her mind. Reality began sinking in, she was a grandmother who needed to set examples in upholding family values. After a few minutes of uneasiness, Annam noticed changes in her beloved step-daughter.
The few years Pushpa had been living in the city seemed to have brought about some significant changes in her appearance and attire. Her long hair which used to hang down to her bottom had been shortened to almost half it's length. She wore a sleeveless blouse and a lucid saree showing the linings of the blouse, covering her swollen breasts. Surprisingly, Pushpa had applied lipstick, something she always hated before getting married. The gentle enchanting fragrance that surrounded Pushpa meant that she had become used to a few other cosmetics as well.
Sundar wasn't looking bad either. The black hair and thin moustache remained very much intact. He looked more solidly built than last time. Balu left the house after spending a few minutes with his step-sister and brother-in-law. After a few banters, Sundar retreated upstairs for a nap leaving Annam and Pushpa to themselves. Suresh, the little boy was soon fast asleep on his grandmother's lap.
"Balu looks different," Pushpa said in a surprised tone. "It looks like he has become a man. His face has lost it's innocence."
"He will be nineteen very soon," Annam replied, forcing a smile. "At nineteen you became a mother. Not the age to be innocent at all."
"Then find a suitable bride for him," Pushpa quipped with a huge smile. "Don't you want a granddaughter?"
"I do!" Annam smiled. "Tell your husband. I want you to be blessed with a baby girl when you come next year."
Pushpa's face immediately froze and her vivacious smile vanished. She lowered her eyes, apparently to hide the drop of tears which came from nowhere.
"I can't have another child." Pushpa whispered.
"We are destined to be content with just this one little fellow."
Annam was shaken. For a few moments, neither of them spoke; letting an uneasy silence engulf the huge house. Eventually, Annam placed her hand on Pushpa's shoulder.
"Your father's sins keep following us around like a monstrous shadow." Annam murmured. "A woman's curse can stay alive for many generations. It can deprive the descendants of even ordinary moments of happiness."
"That is why I want Balu to get married soon." Pushpa said, dabbing off her tears. "Let him not stray like father and invite any woman's curse. Let him live true to the values our family inherited from the deity."
Annam was dumbfounded, she knew that her son had already belittled every value the family inherited from Angannan. And, more importantly, she was the reason for her son's departure from the family's virtues. Perhaps Pushpa's suggestion was some sort of divine order for the hapless widow to make amends.
"Okay!" Annam sighed deeply.
"I will start looking for a suitable bride for Balu. We can expect to see hundreds of young girls from in and around the village during the festival. Let us find the one who would step into the big house and wipe off whatever darkness that is left."
"Great!" Pushpa almost screamed in delight.
"If we find the girl, let us go ahead with the marriage on the last day of the festival itself. I will offer a thousand lotus buds to the deity and gift one saree to every woman in the village."
Annam, understandably, was not as delighted as her unsuspecting step-daughter because she knew that Balu's marriage meant that she had to share her son with another woman. But she pretended to be happy about the discussion and began wondering if Balu would ever agree to be married. She even wished that Balu would refuse to get married, at least, in the near future.
But neither Annam nor Pushpa were aware about what Balu was thinking at that moment. Sitting under the huge banyan tree, pretending to be overseeing the festival arrangements, the horny young man was struggling hard with a sudden fixation that seemed to have over taken him.
The reason for the new found excitement was - Pushpa, his step-sister! Balu always remembered Pushpa as a lean, tall and insipid girl before marriage. She had neither the curves nor the flesh to catch the imagination of the village boys. She always wore dresses that never revealed her body and never had an interest in any cosmetics. In fact, Balu could not recollect if she looked different when she visited the previous year and wondered why his step-sister suddenly looked like an angel. Slowly, it began sinking in him that sex with his mother had stimulated his urges to such an extent that his eyes began looking at his step-sister as a sex object. I am becoming an animal, Balu thought to himself. Before I let loose and start hounding women, I must get married. He decided.
Balu returned home, determined to talk to Annam about his marriage. As he entered his mother's room he saw Pushpa's little boy sleeping on her lap. Annam kept a finger on her lips, cautioning her son not to talk and wake up the child. After waiting for a few seconds, Balu decided to go upstairs to catch up with his brother-in-law and step-sister. Of course, his inner beast wanted him to get an eyeful of his step-sister again.
As Balu approached the guest room, he could hear giggles and whispers.
"Have as much you can," Balu heard Pushpa saying.
"Your son is sleeping well with a full tummy."
"With so much milk in your breasts, we should have had twins." Sundar said mockingly, followed by another giggle from Pushpa.
Balu, who was about to turn and step down, suddenly became curious. The windows in the room were made of wooden planks with a nice gap in between to let anyone peep inside. Balu carefully walked like a cat to the window and started looking through the window split. What he saw, struck him like lightning.
Sundar was sitting on the bed with just his trouser on and his hands resting on his thighs. Pushpa was standing opposite him with her bra unlatched, playing with her fleshy tits. The top end of her saree wasn't covering her left shoulder and breasts but rested on her left arm.
"Promise me that you will be gentle with them." Pushpa said in a husky voice. "I am not getting stronger like your hands."
"Let me try." Sundar winked at his wife before pulling her close to him. As he placed his mouth on one of Pushpa's breasts, Balu's dick twitched and rose ferociously. Although he stood a fair distance away, he could still see that his step-sister's nipple was almost an inch long with huge areola, perhaps even bigger than his mother's.
Sundar took his wife's nipple into his mouth relishing the sensational taste. Soon, he began taking more of her breast letting his mouth open wider and wider.
"Good boy!" Pushpa patted her husband as he began sucking her flowing milk from her breast. While he sucked one breast, his hands kept playing with the other, teasing the nipple with his fingers. Pushpa caressed her husband's hair, as she closed her eyes and enjoyed.
Balu's eyes widened as he watched Pushpa sighing in joy letting her husband drink her breast milk. She was holding her husband in a tight grip, thrusting her tit into his mouth. Sundar kept alternating between each of her boobs, sucking her milk intensely while gripping and squeezing her other tit with passion. Soon, he cupped Pushpa's bum and began massaging it. Pushpa moaned and hissed while holding her husband's face firmly on her tit.
Balu's dick had hardened beyond imagination watching the breast feeding inside the room. He pulled out his enlarged cock out of his pants and he began stroking it while his eyes devoured the scene inside the room. He wished that it was his mouth sucking his step-sister's breasts and his hands that were massaging her tits and ass. As he watched Pushpa's hands caressing her husband's shoulders and hands, Balu assumed that she was thoroughly enjoying being sucked by her husband.
"Damn if you ever stop sucking," Pushpa said biting her lips. "I want you to get as hard as you can."
'Oh Pushpa!' Balu whispered. 'I wish you would let me suck your tits like that. I won't stop the whole day.'
Sundar, in the meantime had become restless as he suddenly released his wife's breasts to pull down his trousers. Balu saw his brother-in-law's engorged cock and somehow began envying him. His dick seems to be bigger and longer than mine, thought Sundar.
"You always rush up," Pushpa said mockingly."Can't you wait for a few more minutes?"
"Not anymore," Sundar replied with a grin and pulled Pushpa's saree. Pushpa untwined her saree by turning around and around, spinning slowly, letting her husband pull off her skimpy saree. With her blouse opened and bra unclasped, she jumped on her husband and the couple rolled over themselves a few times on the sprawling bed. Soon, the intimate couple began kissing each other while their hands eagerly stroked each other's backs.
Balu began stroking his dick feverishly as he watched his step-sister behave like a slut with her husband. Sundar, highly aroused pulled down her panties leaving her stark naked. Sundar slipped a finger in her slit and began rubbing her up and down for a while letting his wife moan and squeak. Then, he resumed sucking her breasts while his hand kept rubbing her mound, occasionally letting a finger to go in and out of her slit. Suddenly, Sundar seemed to have another idea as he moved his head down between his wife's spread legs and began licking her oozing pussy. Pushpa's fingers were pulling her husband's head into her cunt so that he could lick and suck harder. She arched her body when Sundar's tongue intruded the opened folds and dug deeper inside her. Her moan was louder and her legs were split wider. Her fleshy tits heaved and wobbled as her body rose up and down on the bed. Sundar's tongue did all the talking all over and inside his wife's swollen pussy and clit. Soon, Pushpa writhed in ecstasy as her clit hardened and Sundar licked it faster and faster, she jerked up into Sundar's mouth almost shouting as streams of juices gushed out of her pussy.
Balu watched Sundar lapping Pushpa's cunt juice while Pushpa held the back of his head pressing his face on her oozing cunt. Sundar kept licking and sucking her pussy even as his wife kept moaning and squealing in pleasure. Balu's cock was throbbing in his hand and he had to stop jerking it or he wouldn't last until the end. He feverishly watched further scenes unfold inside the room.
"You owe me a blow-job," Sundar was telling Pushpa with a smirk.
"Not now," Pushpa's voice sounded utterly unfamiliar to Balu, with so much of lust soaked in it. "I want you to put your cock inside me and fuck my brains out."
Balu was stunned to hear those words, coming from a sister whom he had always considered to be a conservative girl. Then he remembered the wild calls of his mother while she had sex with him and presumed that no woman is conservative when it comes to sex.
Sundar began fucking his wife in the missionary position, with his hands firmly on the cot. Pushpa's legs were planted against Sundar's hips while her ass cheeks jumped on the cot, letting her husband's cock drive in and out of her pussy. Her tits jumped to the thunderous poundings from her strong husband and her legs shook as though she had a convulsion.
"Faster... Faster... Faster..." Pushpa kept snarling at her husband as the loud sounds of two bodies slapping against each other echoed inside the large room. Sundar never looked like slowing down as his hips moved as though it was mechanically designed to fuck.
Soon the couple growled and heaved long sighs after reaching their respective orgasms.
Balu's cock exploded like a grenade spewing cum onto the floor in huge loads. He quickly backed away from the window slit and pulled an empty sack over the cum to cover it before quietly going down the stairs.
Annam had gone to the kitchen after leaving the sleeping boy in the cradle. Balu took advantage of that and rushed to the bathroom to clean himself up. It took a while before he regained his senses but he could still see images of his step-sister breast feeding her husband.
I should get a chance to feel her tits; to suck her pussy and to drive my cock all the way inside her fleshy cunt, was Balu's foremost thought. He found it extremely difficult to brush off his sinful, dirty thoughts as all he could see was the naked beauty of his step-sister.
Balu entered the kitchen and saw Annam peeling bananas, perhaps for the evening snacks. Balu could see her huge ass and boobs quiver as her hands kept peeling the thick skin of the country bananas. He quickly moved behind her, gripped her waist and planted a kiss on her shoulder.
"Balu!" Annam admonished him. "Why are you always horny? We are not alone in this house anymore."
"We are going to be alone for a while." Balu whispered pushing his hand between her thighs to rub her pussy from behind. Annam pushed his hand, turned around and glared at her son with genuine anger.
"Balu, we have talked about this before. We can't do this now. Not until the festival is over."
"But the festival begins only tomorrow." Balu complained and pulled her into a tight embrace. "Don't let tomorrow arrive so soon."
"Get off!" Annam pushed Balu forcefully. "Don't think you are the only one whom I should look after. We have a small child in our house. I have to take care of Pushpa and Sundar as well."
"Pushpa and Sundar are taking care of themselves." Balu retorted with a smug smile. The smirk in his voice sounded so mischievous that Annam instantly realised what her son actually meant.
"What?" Annam almost growled. "What did you say? Have you been spying on them? What a pervert you are!"
Balu's smile disappeared in a flash as he watched the fuming anger in his mother's eyes.
"You must be ashamed of yourself." Annam spoke in a voice of contempt and disgust. "I thought you will control your urges and behave like a responsible brother. I was stupid."
"Mom!" Balu realised his foolishness and tried to get closer to his mother but Annam almost jumped backwards.
"Stop there!"
Balu couldn't meet his mother's eyes as they were spitting fire in anger.
"Pushpa was right," Annam continued talking but her voice was beginning to break. "You need to get married and very soon. I will find a bride for you before the festival is over. We need to forget what happened and begin our lives afresh. Start learning to be a good husband like Sundar. I will spend the rest of my life as a good mother to you and your spouse. Let us make our lives simple. Do you understand me?"
Balu didn't answer but kept staring at his angry mother for a while. Just as he gathered some courage to reply, they heard footsteps on the staircase.
"Pushpa is coming," Annam hushed. "Get out of here at once."
Pushpa watched Balu rushing out of the house in a hurry as she came to the cradle. The child was still fast asleep.
"Let him sleep Pushpa," Annam emerged out of the kitchen with a smile that did not even hint of what had happened a few seconds ago.
"What happened to Balu?" Pushpa queried. "He seems to be angry about something."
"Let him be," Annam forced a laugh. "After all, you said that he has become a man."
Pushpa joined her mother's laughter. Annam turned around and headed towards the kitchen with emotions running high and tears flowing down her cheeks.
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