Tuesday, 12 February 2013
Maa ki choot mai thok laga kar choda
Madhav had been away at college for nine months, as it was his final year of engineering education at IIT Delhi. During this time, his mother used to call him almost daily on his Reliance mobile phone. Madhav has become very close to his mother Sarita after the death of his father. Her phone calls were full of love and longing to meet him and glowing expectations about his final results. Now as he was returning home with good marks and a placement with a leading technology firm in their R&D department, he was eager to meet his dear Amma (mother in his native tongue) After getting down from his train from Delhi, Madhav took an auto-rickshaw (a small 3 wheel taxi popular in India) and pulled up in front of their independent house in the suburbs of Bangalore. He got out his luggage and trudged up the gravel laid walk to front door. Looking around the courtyard, he saw that a few weeds had found their way into some of the cracks between the tiles. Strange, he thought because his mother was quite the gardener and usually kept the yard in perfect order. Stopping in front of the door, he set his luggage down and rang the doorbell once, and then again before reaching for the doorknob. Just as his hand touched the doorknob, he felt the door open. "MADHAV, YOU'RE HOME," Madhav's mother, Sarita cried out as she opened the door. Stepping forward, she swept him into her arms and hugged him tightly. So tight in fact, he could barely breathe. Hugging her back, he mind saw a man standing in the doorway of the kitchen watching them. "Oh, Madhu, my son, I'm so glad to see you," she bubbled as she finally released him and stepped back away from him. Surprised to see his mother’s reaction, he grinned back at her sheepishly, almost at a loss for words. "I'm glad to see you, too," he finally laughed, pulling her back to him and giving her another hug, "Isn’t that uncle Ramesh” "Oh, yes," his mother murmured, nervously turning and stepping away from Madhav. “He had a conference today in Bangalore” "Greetings Ramesh uncle" Madhav wished. “What are this people doing here?” Madhav thought. This was one family who were never close to them. And there was something about him that Madhav found discomforting. Maybe it was the Ramesh used to look at his mother and they way he tried to get close to them after his fathers death. Ramesh was his father’s younger brother and was a couple of years older than his mother's forty-one years. It was then that Madhav noticed a distinct chill in the air between his mother and Ramesh. Or maybe he was just imagining it as he was tired from his long drive. "Come on in, Monu," his mother smiled at him, "your room is ready. I guess you still remember where it is after all this time." "Yeah, I think I do," he laughed softly, "it hasn't been all that long." "Here, I'll carry your little bag," she offered, picking up the smaller suitcase. "Okay," he said, grabbing his other suitcase and starting to follow his mother. "Well, I'm going to have a drink, while you two are gone, do you want one Madhav" Ramesh asked. “I don’t drink uncle” he mumbled looking at his mother who was shaking her head. "Don't have too much, Ramesh” his mother said as she started up the stairs ahead of Madhav. Following his mother up the stairs, Madhav saw Ramesh splash four or five fingers of booze into his glass and quickly toss it down. "I hope that he doesn't drink too much this evening, he came back from the conference with a bottle" his mother said softly over her shoulder as she stepped up to the door of his room, "I don't like it when he drinks too much." Madhav didn't comment on her statement as he walked into his room and set his suitcase down. "Oh, Monu, you don't know how happy I am to see you," she cooed as she gave him another hug, "I could just hug you and hug you and hug you." "Oh, Amma " Madhav smiled back at her, "Take it easy." "Oh, Madhu" she told him, "I'm just so happy to see you." "Well," he yawned, "I am happy to see you, too." "Oh, Really," she laughed at his yawn, "I can see how excited you are by the way you're yawning." "I could not sleep well in the train Amma" he said, looking down at his watch. "Why don't you lay down and take a nap, after you bath," his mother told him, turning back the covers on his bed, "and we can eat around 8 or so. Is that okay?" "That sounds great," he said, unable to stop yawning. He took his bath and was drying his hair wearing only a towel on his torso when he saw him mother at the door staring at him. After a few minutes she came in “all fresh Monu, have this lemon juice” she handed him a tall cool glass. He drank it down and saw his mother looking at him was it imagination that he saw something more than motherly pride in her eyes? He pulled on a T shirt and short and said “Let me sleep awhile now Amma”. He lied down Smiling down at him, his mother pulled the covers up under his chin and tucked him in just as she had done when his was just a little kid. "Welcome back, Madhu," she sighed, as she bent down and gave him a soft kiss on his cheek, "I'm so glad to have you back home." Madhav watched her as she turned and grudgingly left his room. He had never seen his mother like this. She was looking troubled and was hiding something. Strange, he thought as he felt himself falling to sleep. Suddenly, he was woken up by a loud noise coming from downstairs. Groggily, he sat up. Rubbing his eyes and trying to determine what it was that had woken him up, he was met with silence. Then as he listened intently, he thought he heard a muffled cry. Waiting and wondering, he faintly heard his mother telling someone to stop. Shaking his head to clear away the cobwebs, he got up and stepped out into the hallway. Padding down to his mother's bedroom, he wondered what was going on. Stopping outside the door, he put his ear to the door and listened again. "Please, Ramesh, Please don't, get out of my room now" he heard her plaintively beg followed by the muffled sound of another slap. "Oh, Ramesh, think of Usha, no please, not there, Oh, No" she whimpered loudly as Madhav listened on in shock. "Shut up or your son will hear you," he heard Ramesh tell her. Madhav waited for a few more seconds until he heard his mother sob out in pain. Not able to take any more, Madhav pushed the door open and stepped into the room. Madhav's heart almost stopped. He couldn't breathe. He all but fell as his knees buckled. Madhav felt like he was going to faint as his vision tunneled down to his mother and Ramesh. His mother was on her back on her bed, he saree off her body, her blouse torn. Ramesh had pulled her perrycoat up and was trying to force him self on her. He was naked from waist down, with his hardon shaking in the air. "Oh, shit " He grunted out incredulously as Ramesh glared at him angrily. It was then that he saw the bruises on his mother's face, and even on her thighs "MADHAV," his mother wailed as he stood staring at them. "Your mother wants me Madhav, get out of here, boy," Ramesh growled at him, insolently pushing down his sister-in-law and making her moan out in pain again. Madhav stood paralyzed for several seconds. "Get away from her," Madhav was finally able to blurt out as he started toward them. "I told you this is not your business, Madhav," Ramesh commanded him. “She asked for this” “OH No, No, Madhu I never” Sarita wailed. “Ramesh what are you saying” "I told you to get away from my mother," Madhav yelled as he reached for Ramesh. He didn't even see Ramesh's hand as it came arcing around and caught him on the jaw, knocking him backwards. Shaking his head, trying to clear away the stars that were exploding in his head, Madhav stopped. "You idiot, your father is no longer there, Sarita wants a man, don’t you understand" Ramesh snarled at him. Suddenly, Madhav's karate training came back to him. He realized that he had let his anger put him in a compromising position. He had to calm down if he was going to be able to drive Ramesh away. This time he started back slowly, moving around behind Ramesh who was still on top of his desperate mother who had cried out when she saw her son being hit Seeing Madhav coming at him again, Ramesh finally lunged back away from Sarita, pulling-up his pyjamas, as he turned to face Madhav. "Oh, Ramesh please, he is a kid, no no" Sarita groaned as she fell to the bed pulling the bed sheet over her semi-nudity. Seeing Madhav drop into a karate pose, Ramesh laughed and stepped off the bed. Just as Ramesh stepped toward him, Madhav pivoted and turned on his toes, kicking out one leg as he spun around. He caught Ramesh in the middle of the chest with his foot sending him flailing back across the room. "Whooooooooofffffffhhhhshhs," Ramesh gasped as he slammed up against the wall and slowly slid down to the floor. "CAANNNNNTTTT BRRTHHHTHH." Seeing he had knocked the breath out of him, Madhav purposely walked over to where Ramesh sat gasping for air. Ramesh sat leaning up against the wall, writhing and trying to get his breath. Holding his throat and pointing to his chest as he struggled to breathe, but Madhav just stood there glaring down at him malevolently. Finally, Madhav saw Ramesh's chest begin to shudder and jerk as his diaphragm began to function again. Madhav could hear him gasping and wheezing asthmatically as he strained to breathe. Smiling maliciously, Madhav took another step and aimed a second kick directly at Ramesh's exposed genitals. "AWWWWHHHH GAAWWWWDDDD," Ramesh screamed out as Madhav's toes slammed into his balls and cock. Madhav could only imagine what the pain was like as it spewed up from Ramesh's bruised testicles. Ramesh's face turned green and it looked like he was about to faint. Madhav feigned like he was going to kick him again and Ramesh grabbed hold of his balls to protect them from another attack. But instead of kicking him, Madhav grabbed a handful of hair and slammed Ramesh's head back against the wall as hard as he could. "Listen to me, UNCLE" Madhav growled at him, "If you ever touch my mother again, I will kill you. Do you understand that?" "aaag, yes" Ramesh returned insolently, still not beaten. "I don't think you believe me," he said, jerking Ramesh's head back and slamming it into the wall again. And then again. "Madhav," Sarita said from the bed, "don't kill him, Madhu." "What," Madhav muttered, as the black rage boiling inside his head slowly began to loosen its grip on him. Looking over at her, he saw that she had crawled under the sheet and lay looking out at them with fear written all over her face. "Do you understand, you horrible man" Madhav asked Ramesh again flinging his head back against the wall one more time. "Yes," Ramesh answered, much more contritely this time. "Now, the first thing you're going to do is to apologize to my mother for hurting her," Madhav told him, pulling his hair roughly. "I'm sorry," he said almost too softly to hear. "I can't hear you. Louder." "I'm sorry," "Louder," Madhav shouted. "I'm Sorry," Ramesh yelled. "That's more like it," Madhav grinned evilly, slamming Ramesh's head back into the wall one last time for good measure before as he disentangled his fingers from Ramesh's oily hair. "Now, you're going to leave this house and never come back" Madhav told him walking over and picking up Ramesh's pants and shirt, "Understand?" "Okay," Ramesh said humbled and beaten. Pain etched on his face, Ramesh somehow got up to his hands and knees and crawled across the room and out into the hallway. A beaten man, Ramesh shamefully moved down the hallway as Madhav strode into his room. Following Ramesh down the stairs, he waited until he was almost down to the bottom before he gave him a shove that sent him sprawling down the rest of the way. "There will be autos at the junction take one and go the station or airport wherever” Madhav commanded as his uncle packed hurriedly. “Don't even think about coming this way or I'll kill you. It's that simple. Is that clear?" "Yes, sure," Ramesh said tiredly, finally able to stand. He felt little remorse as he watched Ramesh dress and painfully limp across the room and out the front door. Following him over, he watched as Ramesh closed the gate and vanished into the street. Walking over to the door of his mother's room, he peeked inside. "Are you okay?" he asked her, seeing that she was still under the covers. "Is he gone?" "Yes, and I don't think he'll be back," he said confidently. "Thank Goodness," she cooed, smiling finally. "Let me get you some water” he said to her. "Okay," she smiled again. Walking to the kitchen he thought back on the sordid event that had just taken place. The picture of his mothers semi-nudity was indelibly etched into his memory banks. It had been horrible. But strangely, now that it was all over, he felt a tingle of perverse excitement and his penis begin to harden. God, I'm not any better than Ramesh was, he thought as his cock continued to swell and grow. He always knew his mother was a beautiful woman. Tall for an Indian woman at 5 feet 6, with fair smooth skin and a sensous face with lush lips. She was not slim, however the extra weight was nicely distributed giving her a voluptuous look, with wide hips, a sexy behind and a generous bosom. “Here Amma” he gave the water to his mother and saw her stare at his waist for a split second and her eyes widening as she took the glass, Looking down at himself, he shamefully saw that his shorts were tented. "Amma," he murmured sitting down near her. “Are you ok” "It is ok now dear, he is gone" she said. “He has been behind me for some time now, I did not want to trouble you, else I would have told you earlier.” “Ramesh was beginning to worry me, but I didn't know how to make him to leave." "Anyway, I thank you for rescuing me," she smiled, leaning forward and giving him a soft kiss on the cheek, "You are my hero" "I'm just glad I was here to stop it," he blushed again. "Oh, Monu," she sighed, I'm so glad you're home." She pulled him to her and hugged him. This caused the bed-sheet to fall and her torn blouse clad breasts became visible for a moment "Just relax," he told her stroking her back from the blouse down to the naked midriff. Suddenly, he felt another ripple of excitement trickle through his penis. Watch yourself, your lecherous pervert, he warned himself. "I feel bad for upsetting your home coming Madhu, with what Ramesh was saying…. " she complained, "I don’t know what you feel about your old mother now?” …. “I don't see what Ramesh sees in me, I m not young, I am fat and .... so….. Oh Madhu” she sobbed. "Don't even say that," he blurted out angrily, "I think you are the most beautiful woman in the world, the best mother in the world, you are not old nor are you fat Amma, you look so good you don’t know, you are so good, so so good” he murmured. "Oh, Madhav, my Darling," she murmured softly, "What in the world would I do without you?" "Well, I don't plan to let you find out for a while," he smiled back at her happily. "You are making me feel so good," she smiled down at him "I'd just about forgotten what it felt like to feel happy. But with you around, it comes quite naturally. You make me feel like a real woman again." "Good," he told her as he delicately caressed her hair. He felt mixed emotions. Love, concern and ….. something more… But as he tried to sort out what was happening between them, he glance up at his mother's face and saw that his mother was looking down at his groin. Had she noticed the big bulge his cock was making, he wondered, looking down at it.Staring down at her son's obvious excitement, Sarita couldn't believe how large he was. She could remember when he was a little boy and his penis was no more than a couple of inches long, but now, it had to be nine or ten inches long. What am I thinking, she asked herself in horror as she, realized what she had been thinking? Can I be this depraved? What was this new emotion she was feeling toward him? How could she be feeling it toward this man of all men? How could she ever feel this way toward him, her own son? Suddenly, the answer exploded inside her brain. The emotion she was feeling wasn't a new emotion. It was just one that she hadn't experienced in such a long she had forgotten what it felt like. IT WAS THE HOT, FIERY LOVE THAT A WOMAN FELT FOR HER MAN! HER LOVER! HER SOULMATE! It wasn't mother and son love. Yet, it was. It was all mixed up together and coalesced into a mutant love so strong, she knew that she couldn't control it. It would overwhelm her and force her to relent to its evil urges. Unaware of the battle raging inside his mother's mind, Madhav was shocked to see her clutching him and her lips kissing his cheeks. “Madhu, my Madhu” Sarita murmured “Thank you my dear” Confusion reigned in Madhav's brain. Desire and lust came welling up from his throbbing, twitching prick. But he couldn't allow this to happen. As much as he wanted it to, he knew that it might destroy them. She mustn't know. She mustn't know how much he wanted her, he told himself as he tried to move his groin away from her as his mother hugged him closer. But Sarita’s thighs had moved and rested squarely on his groin, and he felt his giant penis lurch about wildly under his shorts. He felt his mother tremble suddenly. "Oh, " he gasped, trying to move away "I'm so sorry, Amma." "That's okay," she said softly, slowly moving her legs, away "I understand." "You must think that I'm a terrible son," he groaned, moving back and trying to hide his erection. "Quite, the opposite," she smiled at him, "I think you are a wonderful son." "Even after, uh, after you saw, uh, well, uh, you know what I mean," he stuttered, his face bright red with shame. "Even after that," she said softly, "and maybe even because of it." "What, what do you mean?" he stuttered. "Nothing," she sighed. "Nothing." "Amma do you want me to go away" he asker her, assuming that she wouldn't want to continue their dangerous flirtation. "Only if you want to go " she told him, boldly staring deep into his eyes. "Is that what you want?" "Yes, uh, no, uh, oh I don't know what I want anymore," he blubbered. "Well, why don't you stay with me for some time" she suggested, "and maybe we won't have any more accidents." "Uh, I don't know, uh, well, uh, I guess I could," he stammered, "If you think it would be better." "I do," she told him, as he sat down near her again. “Lie down Madhu” Sarita asked patting the pillow near her and making room for her son. How was this all going to play out?, he wondered as he lied down resting against the propped up pillow. Sarita moved closer and rested her head on her sons broad shoulder. Madhav’s hands gently stroked his mother arms. Lying on her back, feeling her son's magical hands working their spell on her, she found herself recalling the image of his tented shorts. How could her little Madhu be so grown up, she asked herself? Why it seemed only like yesterday that he had been a little boy But he wasn't a boy anymore. God no. Now he was all grown up with his cock was so big and so hard. But why was he so hard? Did he find her arousing? Arousing in a sexual way. Did he love her in the same sick, despicable way she loved him? He must, she thought as she felt a flash of heat flare up from her secret place. As wickedly perverted as it was, she somehow found it sensually exciting to know that she was the reason for her son's obvious state of sexual arousal. She couldn't help being attracted to her son. He had always been the center of her universe. She had always doted on him, even to the point of overindulgence. So why, why wouldn't it be logical for her to find him desirable sexually, too? But how could she take such a heinous thing and make it seem rational? It was so wrong. Wrong! Wrong? Wrong by whose standards? What could it hurt? They wouldn't be hurting anyone else. It was just them. Just the two of them. No one else would even know. And it was painfully obvious that Madhav was just as sexually aroused as she was. Yes, it was very, very obvious that they were both infected by the same depraved sickness. The same deadly, diseased virus must be coursing through their veins. Both of them must have the same defective gene. She must have passed it on to him. It must be my fault, she feverishly thought. I must have passed the evil, corrupted gene to him while he was still inside my womb being formed. Just the thought of him being back inside of her womb again sent a gush of her warm, sticky readiness pouring out of the burning pit down between her legs. Not only had she passed on the sickly tainted gene to him, she was now placing them both in harm's way. Placing them in a situation so fraught with peril, there was little chance of escape. It was as if they were in a boat drifting toward a huge waterfall. But instead of trying to paddle away from it, they were paddling hell-bent for it. She knew that they were going to be washed over the edge of the violent, foaming turbulence. Be washed over it, sending both of them plunging down into, into . . . into what? She didn't know what would happen once they were catapulted down into the waiting uncertainty. But she did know that she didn't have the courage or desire to stop it. The room was growing hotter and hotter. She couldn't stop thinking about Madhav. The pain and suffering Ramesh had caused made her distrustful of all men. No, not all men. All men, but one. There was one glaring exception. HER BEAUTIFUL SON, MADHAV! And now he was with her again. He was her hero. And he had fought a duel to win the right to claim her as his own. He had fought and won. Won her away from the evil Ramesh and his destructive ways. She felt so warm and safe now. She wanted to tell him that. But she was afraid. She wanted to tell him how much she loved and needed him. Tell him that he meant the world to her. But she didn't want to consume him with her illicit love. She didn't want to drive him away with her possessive love. She just wanted to hold him and never let him go. But how could she show him how much she loved him? He had given her life back to her and now she had to repay him by giving him her total, unconditional love. She had to give herself to him completely, purely, totally. She knew that she must make sweet, beautiful love with her son. Make love to him and show him just how much he meant to her. But even to admit such a thing was sickening. Her conscience was going berserk. How could she even consider such a thing it cried out? It was so wicked and vile, her inner self raged. You know you will go to hell if you do it, her spiritual self told her. Why she would probably go to hell for even thinking about it. But to actually do it would be so blasphemous she could already feel the fires of hell licking at her feet. Then she found herself trying to justify it to the voice within her head. Why shouldn't a mother and her son be able to make love to each other? The bond between a mother and her son was the strongest bond of the human race. But she knew why. Why it was such a taboo? Men. Men were afraid of the love a mother felt for her son. Afraid it would be too strong. Too strong and no other man would stand a chance. So man had made a rule that mother's couldn't make love to their sons. That was it. She knew down deep inside of her that sex between a mother and her son could be a gentle, loving experience. But because of men, it couldn't be allowed to happen. Her head was spinning. Had she finally convinced herself that having sex with Madhav would not be wrong? She knew that she wanted him and it was apparent that he wanted her. But, still there were lingering, nagging doubts. If they made love, would he love her afterwards? Or hate her? As she mulled over the questions, Madhav’s hand accidentally brushed against her breasts and she felt him stiffen and move his hands away, some how that act deadened the raucous complaints of her conscience. The bed sheet slipped down and he could see her heaving bosom with her blouse partly torn from the top so that her black brassier and deep cleavage was very visible. He started. "I love you so much," she murmured, almost under her breath. "I Love you, too, Mother," he muttered, trying to control the burning desire burning out of down in his belly. Madhav glanced down his throbbing giant was so hard and stiff, he didn't know how long he could keep it concealed he told himself as he continued to hold his dear mother close. His hands were caressing her hands and as she shifted herself his hands rested on her belly over the bedsheet. He delicately fingered the pliant flesh for a moment, “Amma you are so nice” She looked up at him “So are you” Madhav couldn't help but notice the change in his mother. She seemed amazingly calm under the circumstances. Here they were, sitting on a bed, her semi-naked under the sheets, him with only his Bermuda shorts on him, both of them obviously sexually aroused and yet, she seemed calm and collected. It was almost as if she had made her mind up to not let anything bother her. It was weird. He couldn't explain it. But she most definitely had a different air about her. He could see that she was calmly watching him as he tried to look away from her body. She could see the profound effect her semi-nudity was having on her son. And why wouldn't it, she smiled to herself. After all, she was his mother. And she knew she was a beautiful woman. He was very tightly wound, she thought, watching him furtively glancing up at her breasts as he stroked her belly. She couldn't mistake his obvious excitement as it was clearly evidenced by the giant protrusion jutting up under his shorts.. There was little sense in protracting his agony, she told herself. She had made up her mind, so there was no need to torment him any further. She held his hands and pressed them to her belly and slowly moved them up “It feels nice Madhu” she murmured. “You are making all the pain disappear” Sweating and trembling with excitement, he let his mother move his fingers up her belly until they were only an inch or so from the underside of her breasts. She could see the sweat glimmering wetly on his forehead. Now, she telepathically urged him on, now. Touch it. Touch me. Please. But even as she silently pleaded with him, he suddenly stopped and moved his hands away, pushing her hands down in the process. “Sorry” he said” “Why dear”? she asked as her hand moved farther and farther down until it brushed up against his granite-like hardness thrusting up under his shorts. She didn't move. "I am so sorry Amma” his voice shook Her fingers traced his hardness, there was no hiding now. "MOTHER," he gasped staring down at his mother touching his throbbing manhood. "Oh, Amma, please I …. I am… I don’t know …. sorry" he stammered, trying to move back. "Why are you being sorry, Amma is not upset with you" Sarita coyly said, moving her hands over his hardness “Oh, Amma," he groaned, trying to move her hands away from his huge cock with his hands, "Please, please don’t” "Why," she said teasingly, "Why can't I feel how much my Madhu has grown" "Amma, I didn’t mean to" he sputtered, turning away from her, "don't tease me, please don’t be upset." He got up from the bed. She held on to his hands. "I am not upset, and I am not teasing " she said softly, leaning down and reaching for him, "I just want to show you how much I love you. Show you how much I need you. And I think you want me, too. You must or why else would you be like that." "God, Mother, what are you saying?" he gasped, his face turning white with shock. "Do you?" she asked him, softly caressing his rock hard buttocks as he stood by his bed trembling. "Do I what?" he wanted to know, still not believing what he had just heard. "Would you like to love me?" she murmured. "Oh, For, God, MOTHER, Do you know what you are asking me?" he groaned, feeling the strength leave his legs as his knees began to quake. "Yes," she told him, watching him start to sink to the floor but catch himself and sit down on the edge of the bed. "This can't be happening," he muttered, shaking his head and pinching himself, "I must be dreaming." "This is no dream," she told him, "but, if you don't want me, I will understand." "Oh, Mother," he blubbered impotently, "What are you asking me to do?" "I'm just asking you to love me," she said softly, clearly in charge of the situation unlike the one earlier in the day, "Don't you want to love your mother?" "Oh Mother," he cried "You make it sound so innocent. So easy, casual. Like it's uh, uh, I don't know, I.". he got up again, and turned himself so that she cannot see his erection. "Forgive me," she said emotionally, "I didn't intend to make it sound that way. God knows, this is the most momentous moment in my life." She paused, a tear trickling down her cheek as she looked deep into his eyes. "I just want to share something loving and tender with the man that I love more than anything. More than life itself. I'm sorry that it came across as casual. But I'm not sorry that I want to make love to you. I could never be sorry about that. But, if you feel that it's wrong and you can't do it, I will understand." Electricity arced around the room, sparking and crackling dangerously as they stared into each other's eyes. "Oh, Mother, I think that loving you would be the most wonderful thing ever, I have always, you know, but I he told her, wanting to be certain that his mother wanted him, "but...but are you sure?" "I've never been more sure of anything in my life," she told him emphatically. The tension in the room was so charged, passion was flicker around them like fireflies in the night. She couldn't breathe as she waited for him to respond. Finally, he slowly turned to face her with his hands still trying to hide the huge monster jutting out of his groin. “It is ok, I know you are hard, take your hands away son” she asked. As he moved his hands away Sarita pulled the string of his shorts and pulled it down, and the gasped. “Oh lord, Madhu” she looked up at him and then again at his cock, it was so huge, red and throbbing. “My son, it is so big, so lovely” she murmured. Her hands took his and she pulled him down “Did Amma do this to you”? Like a child caught doing something wrong, he guiltily sat down by his mother. "Oh, Madhav," she gushed, taking him in her arms and pulling him to her tightly, "I Love You So Very, Very Much." "Oh, Mother, I Love You, Too Much," he cried out, returning her embrace.