Chapter 5

( Another morning ) Getting up from her bed early in the morning and after freshening herself, Promila was preparing the breakfast. She was feeling herself guilty remembering that morning’s wicked adventure in which she did some naughty things with her grandson’s cum crusted handkerchief. She thought she shouldn’t do such taboo act at this age but she couldn’t check herself.

Her daughter Protima came after few minutes in the kitchen and helped her in preparing the breakfast. After that she decided to wake up her lazy son from his prolonged sleep. Although her son was no doubt an intelligent student, but his idleness in studies always pushed him in a worse position. She was even more worried remembering his half yearly exam wasn’t far away.

She was about to walk in his room but she was shocked by the scene in front of her as an audible gasp came out from her mouth. Her footsteps became fixed on the doorway ... yes, he was stroking himself in closed eyes ... pulling his dick out through his Bermuda’s slit. However the sound of her deep gasp made her son startle and being highly embarrassed, he quickly covered his groin with the pillow-towel.

“Oh Mamoni, please,” Pobitro whined, not making any effort whatsoever to hide his disdain. “I have little enough privacy as it is without having another female in my way.”

“You’re just afraid you won’t be able to jerk off as often as you’d like ... remember, your exam is within few days,” His mother replied, matter-of-factly. “And neglecting your studies, you do that way too often as it is and make your handkerchief dirty.”

Pobitro’s face turned red as a result of a mixture of embarrassment ... and anger quickly surfaced his mind. “I hate you,” He said as he jumped out of his bed and on his way to the adjacent bathroom to relieve himself. He really didn’t hate his mother but, he was angry and those were the first words out of his mouth.

Protima looked at her son with a forgiving smile. “It’s OK Sona, I know it’s natural for a growing up kid like you,” She tried to calm down his anger as she continued, “But now you have to do a certain job ... your grandmother will go to the temple for her morning Puja. And I want you to accompany her.”

Pobitro came back within minutes opening the attached bathroom of his room. “Who else is there besides me?” He asked, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “Why can’t she go alone just taking a Toto?”

She laughed in spite of her growing irritation with her just turned 14 year old son. “Nobody says you have to like it, Pab. Just be sure you help my old moter in one piece.”

The next morning as usual Protima entered her son’s bedroom at about a quarter after 6:00 am. Right away she noticed the tenting of his sheet and instantly felt a tingling in her cunt. She tried to ignore ... but it was proving to be nearly impossible. With trembling hand she shook her son gently by his shoulder.

“Wake up, Sona. Wake up ... time to go for your pvt. tuition.”

Pobitro stretched and then rubbed his eyes. “Come on Mamoni,” He said. “Can’t you let me sleep in another few minutes?” He closed his eyes and pulled the sheet over his head.

“Have you forgotten about your tuition?” She asked as she uncovered his face.

Pobitro bolted upright. “Oh, yeah,” He grumbled. “Gotta go join my new tuition,” He added with a bit of sarcasm in his voice.

He rubbed his eyes again and scratched an itch on his left shoulder, quickly slid out of bed and rushed for the adjacent bathroom. But his mother’s mouth flew open and her eyes widened. Her son was completely naked! His fully erect cock swung wildly with each step he took.

“Oh My God!” She cried just as he reached the bedroom door.

With his hand on the knob, he stopped and turned around. “What!” He said rather defiantly, “I’m in a hurry to pee.”

Protima opened her mouth to speak, but nothing came out. Finally, she spoke. With her eyes still opened wide, she just pointed at his stiff piece of man meat.

“That!” She said in a high, whining voice. “Have you no shame?”

Pobitro just shrugged and entered the bathroom closing the door behind him. Outside in the bathroom his mother leaned against the wall, embarrassed and ashamed. She hadn’t seen his cock since she had quit bathing him. Suddenly, a thought raced through her mind like a runaway freight train.

“I can’t believe ... even at this age, he’s almost as big as his father,” She said to herself. “Wonder what it would feel like as it foraged through my shaven mound and entered my cave.”

She let out an audible gasp as she ran down the hallway towards the kitchen. She buried herself in the task of cooking breakfast with her mother but, no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t get the image of her son’s dangling hard cock out of her mind. Her whole body burned with the same illicit thing about her son’s impressive cock. However over and over, she rebuked herself that a mother wasn’t supposed to think about her son in that way. She even tried her best to chastise herself ... thinking about some holy devotional incidents.

Then the phone rang ... it was her Punjabi friend Gurpreet Kaur. They had been best friends for as long as either one could remember. Normally, Protima would have been happy to talk with her friend forever, but today, she had to make sure her son got out of the house in time for his coaching institute.

‘Gurpreet sure wants to talk about her latest conquest,’ Protima said to herself under her breath as she grabbed her mobile.

Protima and her Punjabi friend were, physically, polar opposites. Though their personalities were nearly synonymous of each other, physically one didn’t come close to resembling the other. Gurpreet was tall and slim. Protima, though nowhere close to being fat, was four inches shorter than Gurpreet and few kgs heavier with much wider hips like most of middle-aged Bengalee housewives.

Gurpreet had medium apple-sized tits, while Protima’s were bigger and full. Although the color of their hair were black, Gurpreet liked to keep her style in Bob-cut fashion while her own slightly wavy hairs were long cascading her ass. Also, Gurpreet was two years older and was still without any child as doctor had already declared a blank negative about her pregnancy.

“Okay, my dear sweet friend,” Protima replied gleefully. “Well! You would sure declare that you took a thirteen yrs old student of your school at your home last afternoon and fuck his brains out?”

“Neither,” Gurpreet said as she tried to suppress a giggle.

“What do you mean by that remark?” Protima asked.

“Just what I said ... neither.”

“Bullshit. I don’t believe you.”

“Not that it’s any of your concern,” Gurpreet began, “But I just happened to find a delectable nineteen year old Adibasi scavenger who accepts my request to drive my car.”

Protima was surprised by her aristocratic friend’s choice. She and her best friend had done a lot of carpet munching when they were in school and most of it had been on each other. They still got together when time and schedules permitted.

“I would like to hear all about it, but not right now. I have to make sure my son joins his coaching institute.”

“Speaking of your son,” Gurpreet said. “When are you going to let me seduce him?”

Protima gasped and giggled at the same time. Her son had started working out with weights when he was barely twelve. His body had been well sculptured since he was thirteen. It was after that her friend had been telling her what she wanted to do some silly things with him.

“Preet!” She exclaimed. “You know he is only fourteen yrs old and he’s my son!”

“So what, Pro? Do you want to keep him in your ‘Anchal’ ( Last Portion of Saree ) for yourself? I know you get lonely sometimes when your husband would stay outside long enough for his business purpose to keep you satisfied. And speaking about your son ... you sure agree he is no more kid now ... do you notice the huze bulge at his crotch. I can’t wait to see the real thing.”

But Protima had already seen the real thing and could feel that her friend’s speculation wasn’t wrong at all. However she was glad they weren’t talking face to face. Had they been, her friend would have seen her blush profusely. Then she would have been teased without mercy. She laughed in spite of her growing horniness just remembering the early morning’s incident.

“I’m gonna hang up now, Preet,” Protima said. “Your mouth is too filthy for me to listen to anymore today.”

She could hear her friend howling with laughter even as she placed the mobile back on the dining table. Just then Pobitro walked into the kitchen and sat down at the table.

“Who was that Mamoni?” He asked.

“Your Hindi teacher Gurpreet,” Came the reply.

“You didn’t talk too little with your best friend. You usually talk for hours.”

“I told her I had to get you breakfast and get you off to your coaching.”

Pobitro quipped just in matter of fact. “Normally, I don’t like slim women, but she is our Headmistress and Hindi teacher. So I have to respect her ... however I would be willing to make her as my girlfriend.”

“Girlfriend!” Protima laughed loudly taking her son’s remark just as a playful joke, “But she is too old to be your girlfriend.”

“Maybe ... but I prefer older busty women rather than the silly chirping slim girls,”

‘Older busty women! Then what about me?’ Protima said to herself as she placed a plate filled with sliced breads and scrambled eggs in front of him. “You shouldn’t talk about my friend like that around your own Mother,” She rebuked him playfully. “It’s not right.”

‘What’s wrong with me?’ She wondered. ‘I’ve been acting like a love struck teenager ever since I saw his cock in all it’s glory.’

Anyway she was grateful that her son hurried through his breakfast. The longer she had to look at him the more she would think about his cock.

‘My God!’ She thought. ‘My cunt is getting wet!’

That came as a bit of surprise. It had been nearly four days since her husband had made love to her. In all that time, she hadn’t even masturbated but, she was giving some serious thought to doing so ... just as soon as her son got out of the driveway.

Pobitro finished his glass of orange juice and few slices of bread ... stood up and grabbed the bycycle key as his mother cautioned. “Drive careful, son ... and be safe. Now, come over here and give your mother a kiss before you go.”

Pobitro dutifully obeyed. Even though he’d kissed his mother on the cheek, his mother could feel the fires of her desire burn even hotter. Oh, how she had wanted him to kiss her on her lips! He pulled away from his mother and left the house.

Protima stood at the open front door and waved to her son as he backed out into the street. Soon the cycle was out of sight. She closed the door and locked it. Her thoughts had been to go to her bedroom, lay down and treat herself to an orgasm. Her first in a long, long time, but before that happened, she had to take a piss.

Pulling her Maxi’s hem above her belly, she sat on the commode and finished peeing. After that she washed herself with water. Even that had caused her to shiver with excitement. She kept the mug and leaned back against the wall, her bare feet spread wide across the tile floor in front of her.

She toyed her right nipple with her left hand over the Maxi as she slid her right hand down her stomach and pulling the Maxi’s hem, she tucked it at her waist. Freeing her panty-less cunt, she then rubbed her shaved mound. She shivered uncontrollably when her fingers first made contact with the fleshy hood that covered her clitoris.

She put her right leg on the commode and pushing her pelvis forward slightly, she sought out the opening to her overflowing cunt with her middle finger ... plunging itself between her cunt-lips and into her hot, fleshy cavern. She rubbed her clit with the heel of her hand as she fucked herself with her finger. Already, she was on the verge of cumming. She would have, too, had it not been for the ringing of the doorbell.