Chapter 1

Smitha aged around 40 years, a landlady holding assets worth millions and mother of 19 year old Suresh was suddenly awakened from her deep sleep as she felt her nightgown being ripped away from her body and before she could come out of her sleep, she felt the heavy weight of a man empower her and pin her to the king size bed.

Being imprisoned in his hold she felt his rough hands slide down her back and on reaching her panties they ripped the thin garment away from her body. On being stripped, Smitha felt the man's hand viciously reach over her chest and en-circling her arms they gripped her shoulders powerfully, bruising her tender skin. As Smitha was being manhandled she started to take deep breaths and when she felt his hot cock poking between her buttocks she bit her lips tightly waiting for him to thrust his cock deep into her cunt and assault her.

It took just a few seconds for the man to penetrate her from behind and when his cock got lodged in her almost dry cunt, he started to thrash wildly, all the while fiercely gripping her shoulders and embedding his finger nails in the soft flesh of her back.

His thrusts gained momentum and on the final surge, the man pushed Smitha's head on the soft pillow and as Smitha struggled to inhale, he rammed his cock deep into her cunt and spewed his cum inside her. Having spent his cum in her he was up in a moment and went out of the room.

That man was none other than Smitha's husband Veer Pratap. Who, since the day of their marriage 21 years ago had made love to his wife in the same fashion. Smitha had borne this assault from the past 21 years and today she was mildly surprised to see her husband use her body as he had stopped doing it from the past one year. What had brought this change she did not know?

As Veer Pratap felt the room, Smitha resigned herself on the bed thinking it was her fate and she could no longer amend it. As she felt, tired sleep took over her and she was in her dreamland.

The next morning Smitha was late in getting up and by the time she had her bath and came down, she saw her son Suresh, his uncle Ram Pratap (younger brother of Veer Pratap) his gorgeous wife Pushpa and her own husband Veer Pratap were at the table having their breakfast.

Smitha had totally forgotten that guests in the form of Ram Pratap and his wife Pushpa had come to their place the previous evening. Seeing them seated on the dining table, Smitha hurried over and smiling at them excused for being late.

The guests smiled back at her and when Smitha sat down at the table; her eyes were drawn towards her husband Veer Pratap who was engaged in a conversation with his younger brother's dazzling wife Pushpa. Smitha saw her husband was discreetly eyeing his brother's wife and as he felt her stare upon him he changed its course.

After finishing the breakfast both Veer Pratap and Ram Pratap got up and as planned earlier left on a hunting expedition. Smitha, her son Suresh and Pushpa were left behind in the big mansion.

As Smitha got up and walked towards the sink, Suresh followed her and as he got closer to his mother he was shocked to see the reddish bruises on her back. He knew they were fingernail marks and he stood wondering how they were on his mother's body.

As Suresh stood pondering over the dark bruises on his mother's back, Pushpa his aunt who had silently followed them saw him staring at his mother's back and on seeing the dark bruises on her back instantly knew who was responsible for it.

Pushpa seeing Suresh engrossed in staring at his mother's back came forward and to divert his attention said 'Suresh will you please get me a glass of water.'

This made Suresh to turn and go and as soon as he was out of her sight, Pushpa went near Smitha and taking hold of her sari covered her bruised back. Smitha was mildly surprised by this action and as she turned to face her she saw her son return with the water.

When Suresh returned back with the glass of water he saw his mother had turned and was facing him. After collecting some money from his mother as he left, Smitha looked at Pushpa with quizzical eyes. To this Pushpa asked 'did you not look yourself up before coming down?'

'No. why?' she asked little perplexed.

'You better take a look at your back' said Pushpa following Smitha to her room.

On entering her bedroom Smitha went near the mirror and pushing the sari from her shoulders when she saw the reflection of her back, she was shocked to see the dark bruises.

'Suresh was staring at those marks, so I had to cover you up' said Pushpa moving closer to Smitha.

Hearing those words, Smitha's eyes got filled up as she felt Pushpa had reasoned the cause.

Seeing her gloomy face, Pushpa moved closer and placing her hands on her shoulder said 'let me apply some ointment.'

Those words brought much relief to Smitha.

Pushpa fetched a tube of ointment from the bathroom and motioned Smitha to lie on the bed. As Smitha obliged Pushpa kneeled on the carpet in front of her and pushing aside Smitha's sari from her back she looked at the bruises and asked 'is he a brute?'

'Yes, he is, ' replied Smitha as tears welled up in her eyes.

'When did this happen' asked Pushpa?

'Yesterday night' replied Smitha.

'Did you not object' asked Pushpa.

'I could not' replied Smitha. 'Why?' asked Pushpa.

'It happens every time' she replied.

'Every time he does it do you bear it' she asked?

'Yes, every time he makes love to me, I suffer' saying this Smitha started to sob.

'Relax, ' saying this Pushpa went on to apply the cream tenderly on her bruised skin. The warm fingers of Pushpa on her back had a soothing effect and she relaxed on the bed.

Pushpa went on anointing her back in small circles and on seeing Smitha cool down a bit, the circles gradually became larger. Pushpa covering all the exposed parts of her back slid her fingers inside her blouse and holding it gently asked 'shall I open it.

'Yes, ' said Smitha as Pushpa's caressing had a soothing effect on her.

Pushpa then eased out the few hooks of Smitha's blouse and pushing aside the flaps of her blouse and looking at the deep bruises on her back said 'it is inhuman.'

Hearing those words Smitha stiffened her body.

'Relax dear, relax' saying this Pushpa continued applying the ointment on her bruises and started to caress her exposed back and as Smitha calmed down, Pushpa's fingers wandered all over her back and on feeling her warm flesh she said softly 'it's so smooth and soft.'

Smitha did not reply back but lay still on the bed.

Pushpa on anointing let her eyes roam over Smitha's back and after having a look at the rich curves of her back and waist, she re-hooked her blouse and said 'I pity you.'

Smitha got up from the bed and looking at her asked 'what shall I tell my son, when he asks me?'

'You leave that to me. I will take care of him' replied Pushpa.

Saying thanks she got up and left the room.

It was evening when Suresh came home. Pushpa who was waiting for him escorted him to the living room and sat down on the sofa. When both of them had settled, Smitha came carrying two glasses of juice and after handing them she left.

As Smitha turned to leave, Suresh's eyes were again focused on her back and after looking at her bruises; he turned and facing his aunt asked 'what happened to Mom's back?'

'I think she was mauled by a cat' Pushpa replied.

'At her back' asked Suresh surprised?

'I think the cat jumped at her when she was sleeping' replied Pushpa.

'It has bruised her back badly' said Suresh.

'Yes, her beautiful back is badly bruised' replied his Aunt.

Hearing the word 'beautiful' Suresh looked at his Aunt.

'Does she not have a beautiful back' said Pushpa with a smile?

'I think... ' replied Suresh half heartedly.

'What do you think' asked Pushpa moving closer to him?

'I think her back is beautiful' replied Suresh.

'You like it' she asked him smilingly?

Suresh did not know how to answer her and he stammered 'yeeess.'

'You like it so much that you want to apply ointment on her bruises' she asked in a mischievous way?

'I don't mind' replied Suresh softly.

'You are a naughty boy' saying this Pushpa got up from the sofa. Her body movements were so peculiar that it made Suresh to stare at her body.

Pushpa saw him staring at her and this made her lift her arms and yawn showing off her gorgeous figure before going out of the room.

Her actions left Suresh in a trance.

When his aunt departed, his thoughts got diverted to his mother. He visualized her in his minds frame and when he saw her picture, his eyes roamed over her body and this made warmth run over his body.

On impulse he got up and threading his way he reached the sitting room where his mother was standing by the window. As he moved closer his eyes were drawn like a magnet to her back. Suresh stared at her shapely back. His eyes roamed over her shoulders blades, over her broad back and further down as he saw her curved muscular waistline, he felt a hot wave run over his body.

Suresh turned suddenly and left the room thinking it was wrong to stare at his mother's body. Just as he left the room, Pushpa who was spying on him smiled on having caught him eyeing his mother's back.

She stepped into the room and moving closer to Smitha said 'your son seems to be eager to help you.'

'Help me?' asked Smitha a little puzzled.

'Yes, he wants to apply cream on your bruises' she replied.

'He knows about them' Smitha asked Pushpa?

'Yes, I told him a cat mauled you' replied Pushpa.

'Did he believe it' she asked?

'Yes, and I think he has now stopped wondering which cat it was?' she said.

'Don't tell him' requested Smitha.

'No never, but please allow him to apply ointment if he so wishes' replied Pushpa.

'Yes, I will' replied Smitha gaining confidence.

'Go to him now and remember tomorrow will be my turn' she said smiling at her.

'Thanks' said Smitha as she crossed over to the room where Suresh was watching the T.V.

Suresh sat upright as his mother came and sat by his side. When she settled down he said 'I am sorry to hear about your back.'

'Oh, it is nothing, forget it, ' she replied.

'But your back is badly bruised' he said.

'Now it's better and your aunt applied ointment in the morning' she said.

'Can I see it' he asked gently.

'Why sure' saying this, his mother turned her back to him.

Suresh moved closer and taking a closer look at her bruises said 'I think the wounds need more care.'

'Do you mind applying the cream for me' asked his mother?

Hearing the words an excited Suresh went and fetched the ointment and as he came back his mother saying 'please apply it on my back' stretched herself on the sofa.

Suresh was thrilled see her lying on the sofa. Squeezing some cream he moved closer and gently applied it over the wounds and spread it evenly. Suresh could not cover all the wounds as most of them were concealed by her blouse. He was in a dilemma as to how to proceed. Sensing this, his mother said 'slide your fingers in.'

Suresh was delighted to hear it and bending over he slid his fingers inside her blouse to cover her bruises. As his fingers sneaked inside her blouse Suresh was excited on feeling the warm flesh of his mother's back. He continued applying the ointment for some time and on feeling the warmth flesh of her body he was delighted.

Suresh stopped when he felt he had taken more time than was necessary and as his mother straightened up he smiled at her and said 'call me whenever you need to apply the ointment again.'