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.

1. ANNAM FALLS FROM GRACE

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. Sitting on the specially erected dais
with Pushpa, Sundar was watching the crowd that
was thronging the festival. He presumed that
scores of people from surrounding villages might
have walked at least a couple of miles to reach the
Angannan shrine. Although Sundar felt a tinge of
pride that his wife hails from a revered family, he
wasn't thoroughly impressed the way in which the
festival was conducted. There were a few rituals
which Sundar perceived as primitive, especially
young girls getting engaged to men much older,
sometimes old enough to be their fathers. Coming
from urban background, Sundar always believed
that girls should have the right to choose their
companions rather than mutely succumbing to
their parent's compulsions.

"Look at that girl," Sundar whispered to Pushpa.

"She seems to have wept all day. Look how bloated
her face looks."

Pushpa quickly located the girl in the crowd and

recognized her.

"She is Rani," Pushpa sighed. "Poor girl, she can

only cry."

"Why should she?" Sundar snarled. "If she is not

ready nobody should force her."

"We can't stop," Pushpa sighed. "If the

engagement gets stalled, she will never get a
groom again."

Sundar was speechless for a moment. 'This is

ridiculous,' he fumed. The more he looked at Rani,
the more agitated he became. As he helplessly
looked up at the sky, his eyes suddenly widened
seeing dark clouds gathering far away.

"God is great," Sundar sounded excited. "It is going

to rain. The festival is going to stop."
Pushpa froze after she looked up and watched the
dark clouds in the distance. Several emotions
began running through her mind as she kept
looking at the clouds coming slowly but surely over
the village.

Rains are always welcome for the peasants but

surely not during the festival. The sacred flame lit
up at the beginning of the festival should keep
burning till the conclusion of the festival and if not,
the villagers believed it to be a bad omen. Within
minutes, a chill descended on the villagers as they
watched the clouds menacingly speeding towards
their village.

"Oh God!" Pushpa exclaimed. "Mom had so many

things planned for this festival. I wonder what
might be going through her mind at the moment!"

Pushpa was right. Several hundred yards away

from the festival venue, the big house was already
engulfed in darkness because of the impending
rains. Annam, had rushed towards the window,
looked up and had seen her worst fears coming
true. She felt like swooning after she inhaled the
scent of the soil which looked like a chilling prelude
to some nightmare.

As the eldest woman of the big house, she had

several things to worry about. What if it rains very
heavily, so much so that the festival never gets
started? What would happen to those poor
peasants whose rituals might never get completed
this year? What about those young girls who are
supposed to get engaged this year?

Annam, like every other person in the village, was

worried. But, there was one individual who felt
elated at the prospect of the festival getting
cancelled. That was Balu, Annam's son.

The horny young man slowly walked behind his

mother, placed his hands on her hips, pressed his
body against her and kissed on her naked right
shoulder.

"Mom, don't worry," Balu screamed. "We can have

fun for another year."

Annam turned around and stared at her son with

profound disgust. Balu was smiling shamelessly
while his eyes were pinned on her body, glowing
with ruthless lust.

"You are disgusting," Annam snarled. "Many

villagers might be crying at the moment. Their
dreams are going to fall apart. Does that make you
happy?"
"I am just practical," Balu retorted. "I didn't bring
the rains. Perhaps, your God is not very keen to
see the festival this year. Let us enjoy this boon."

Annam couldn't even reply, leave alone refuse, as

her horny son took her in a tight embrace. His
erection probed between Annam's thighs, pushing
through her tightly wound saree. His hands groped
her ass cheeks, pulling her body press closer
letting her huge breasts mashing on his broad
chest.

Annam quickly realized something unusual about

her son's arousal. Apparently he was more horny
after seeing his own sister having sex with her
husband. Perhaps, he had the vision of his naked
sister even while attempting to hit on his mother.

Balu never seemed concerned about Annam's

feelings. He pressed his lips on hers and sucked
into his mouth. Annam could feel the lustful heat
on her son's body as she squirmed and struggled
to free herself from his brutal hug. Balu's tongue
kept swirling around inside her mouth while his
hands held her ass cheeks in a tight leash. His
erection was menacingly growing bigger and
longer, rubbing over her mound through the thick
fabric. Eventually, when Balu pulled away after a
prolonged kiss, Annam began gasping for breath.

"Stop it at once," Annam pleaded. "Pushpa and her

husband may return anytime soon."

"They must be taking shelter," Balu grinned. "We

have time. Let's do it."

Annam realized the futility in resisting her son who

seemed determined to have her at any cost. He
had already made his moves and was capable of
overcoming any resistance from her. More
importantly, Annam knew she was too vulnerable
to his sexual advances, more so after yielding to
his desire on so many earlier occasions. She just
had to let it happen again.

Balu wasn't letting her to think further. Even

though Annam had tightly wrapped her saree
around, it took her eager son just a few seconds to
disrobe the nine yards. Although the house was
filled with semi-darkness, it was still day. They
were in the living room, standing near the window
with a street-view. The mother had been stripped
off the only piece of cloth while her son was
already pulling down his trouser.

Annam watched as her son's huge dick sprang out

of the confines of his underwear. As always, Balu
wrapped his own dick with his right hands, pushed
his hip forward and began stroking it just to tease
his mother.

"It gets hard everytime you are near me," Balu

winked. "It never gets enough of mother's pussy."

"Balu, let us move into the bedroom," Annam

began pleading. But, involuntarily her eyes were
staring at her son's dick.

"Turn around mom," Balu ordered. "Hold the

window bars and stand facing the street."

"Someone might see..."

"Turn around," Balu insisted. "It is rainning now.

Nobody can ever see."

Annam followed his instructions and stood facing

the street through the window while gripping the
window bards with both hands. Balu placed his
right hand on her back and forced her to bend
forward. Then, he gently pulled her legs apart just
a little and spat on the floor. As he looked up, he
could clearly see his mother's swollen pussy lips
shining with moisture. He grabbed those wonderful
ass cheeks and gave a tight squeeze.
"Ohhh," Annam groaned. "What are you upto?"

"When was the last time I fingered you, mom?"

Balu asked mischievously and before Annam

replied, he drove his right middle finger into her
pussy. He gently began rotating his finger for a
while, rubbing around his mother's pussy muscles.
Annam pushed her legs apart a bit further; she
stood on her toes unable to withstand the feel of
her son's finger probing her pussy.

"mmmmmmmmmmmm" was all the poor woman

could moan. But, she was in for something more
fierce as the one finger was replaced by two.

"aaaah!" She squealed and rested her head on the

window frame. Just as she felt her pussy beginning
to ooze, Balu suddenly stopped, stood up and
grabbed his mother by her hips. The tip of his dick
brushed the shiny skin of Annam's ass cheeks.

Annam tried turning back but not before Balu

pulled her body against him and gripped her
breasts from behind. Annam pushed her head back
as Balu gently squeezed both her boobs with four
fingers while his thumbs rubbed her nipples
stimulating them even more.
"Ba..looo..." Annam moaned. Balu planted his lips
on her back brushing it with his saliva.

Balu's dick began searching for his mother's pussy

through her spread legs. Once the tip tickled the
moist pussy, he began grinding his cock up and
down. Annam began gyrating her ass rubbing
against his son's thighs generating a strange heat
in her body. All along, Balu's hands remained intact
on his mother's boobs squeezing them relentlessly.

Sliding his hands from Annam's breasts, Balu

grabbed her hips and humped forward. His dick
effortlessly plunged into his mother's pussy. Annam
groaned and closed her eyes tightly. As Balu began
pumping his dick back and forth inside her pussy,
she gently opened her eyes, looked out of the
window and prayed that nobody should be walking
on the streets for sometime.

As Balu fucked her harder and harder, Annam's

grip on the vertical bars occasionally loosened
making her slide a bit. Undoubtedly she was
enjoying the feel of her son's massive dick inside
her pussy but she did not want someone on the
street to have a glance of what was happending
inside the Big House. Neither of them were talking
except the feable moans and groans every now and
then. The only audible sound was that of the son's
hips slamming against mother's ass which got
louder by the passing of every second.

Even while continuing to fuck his mother, Balu

gently lifted her left leg from the floor, made her
slightly turn around so that both of them can see
each other as they fucked. Everytime Balu pounded
his mother's pussy, her huge boobs wobbled at an
incredible speed. Annam watched her son staring
at her jumping boobs as he fucked her. Everything
was so weird but enjoyable nevertheless. Annam
began feeling the churning inside her pussy and
she somehow wanted the erotic ordeal to end soon.
But, Balu had different ideas.

He slowly pulled out his dick from Annam's pussy

and made her sit on the window frame. Then he
lifted both her legs and let them wrap around his
waist. Now, Annam was facing his throbbing cock
in straightline view. Balu then held on to the
window bars one from either side, lifted his leg one
by one and planted them on the extreme opposite
corners. Annam felt she might slip from the narrow
window rest and so she lifted her hands above her
head and gripped two window bars. Balu gently
lifted his mother from the window rest as the
baffled mother looked on. Within seconds, Annam
was half-floating in the air, with her legs wrapped
around her son's waist while her hands held on to
the window bars. She knew that her son had
gripped her hips were tightly and there wasn't any
danger of her falling down.

As Balu began moving his hips, his dick wandered

over his mother's cunt for a few seconds before the
tip probed the slit. Balu skillfully thrusted his hard
dick into his mother's pussy and started fucking her
in an incredible speed. Annam had to grip the
window bars tightly to ensure against slipping and
also to feel the full length of her son's dick
ploughing in and out of her pussy. To begin with
she wasn't comfortable to get fucked in such a
position and as Balu continued to ram his dick into
her pussy with utter ease, Annam's excitement
kept growing. Her body was jumping in the air and
looking down she watched her big boobs wobbling
in an unimaginable speed. Balu winked at her
mother as she looked up at him. Balu never looked
he would stop fucking his mother anytime soon and
kept driving his dick in and out of her pussy in an
amazing speed. Annam's arms and shoulders
began to ache a bit but she relished getting fucked
by her son in a position that she never imagined.

Balu's back arched backwards as his balls were

about to explode and rush his cum into his
mother's pussy. Annam's pussy twitched and
churned as she inched close to her impending
orgasm. Suddenly, both the mother and son began
panting much louder while their bodies moved
much faster. Annam's pussy felt like a oven in
sheer heat. Balu's dick felt like a cracker nearing its
point of explosion. Even as both of them began
wishing those moments to last longer, their bodies
eventually reached their respective inevitable
climaxes. Balu was filling up his mother's pussy
with his cum while Annam gushed her juices all
over his dick, thighs and waist.

Annam looked down and saw several patches of

their cum splashed over. For a moment, she felt a
bit ashamed for letting things go this far but she
had thoroughly enjoyed the way her son had
fucked her mercilessly.

Balu sat on the floor leaning onto the wall while

Annam slowly got herself up, picked up her saree
and walked towards the adjacent room. After
cleaning herself, drapping the saree around and
returning to the main room, she still watched her
son sitting naked with his back against the wall.

"Get up and clean yourselves," Annam said with a

smile. "The rains have stopped. Pushpa and Sundar
may return anytime now."

Even before Balu could get up, a bullock cart

arrived at the door. Annam suddenly became
nervous.

"Balu, go inside! They have come!"

Balu gathered his clothes and rushed towards the

staircase. Annam managed to sport a smile as she
watched Pushpa and Sundar alighting from the
bullock cart. But, who is that girl?

Annam was puzzled to see Pushpa putting her hand

around the young girl's shoulder as they walked
forward.

'Who is this girl?'

Annam kept watching without batting an eyelid.