Grandma's Rituals

by HotIndianPen

Copyright© 2011 by HotIndianPen

Erotica Sex Story: It is about a Grandma caxing her grandson to make love to his mother. It is totally incest

Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Incest   Mother   Son   .

On the king size bed in the privacy of their bedroom Alka was thrashing her body wildly while her husband was pounding his cock deep into cunt. She could feel his cock throbbing inside her cunt and knew that any moment he may spurt. As she lifted her legs and allowed his cock to penetrate deeper, giving a final trust her husband spent his sperm into her and being exhausted lay upon her crushing her on the bed. She liked it as it was on rare occasion that he fucked her, more so when he had planned to go on a tour. It was his way of telling her that he will out for few days. Alka looked forward for his tours as it was during this time he used her body.

Today it was different as her husband had asked her to take their son and visit her mother. She was worried thinking about her mother who came from a nomad family. She was worried about the stories her mother would tell her teenaged son. She was worried it may upset him. Apart from the stories the rituals her mother believed in were shocking to some extent.

Was it necessary to take her son along was the question running through her mind. It would have been okay if they had to stay for a day or two, but her husband was keen in her having a long holiday. He had hinted a month. How was she going to control his son so long in the small hamlet was what that was harping her.

On one hand she was eager to flee. She wanted to show off to the women of her hamlet her status, her gadgets and her dresses as at the time she was married her husband was not rich but the present situation had changed drastically and he was stinking rich. What she had to show the women folk made her hurry to reach there.

Vinit her son too was eager to meet his Grand Ma whom he called Ma. She had a strong bond towards him as he was the only male in her clan. She always treated him like a king. All his wishes were granted and the best part was she treated him like a man and five years had lapsed since he had visited her.

So they took off the next morning. Alka's husband had provided them with his car and had instructed the driver to drop them and return. He wanted to be assured they had reached the hamlet and would return only when the car was sent again. He wanted them out of his pants as he was expecting a delegation to visit his company and there were many friends in it whom he wanted to entertain at his mansion. He had planned every thing meticulously.

They reached the hamlet in the far off woods and as there was no motor able road leading to her Grandma's house they had to thread the last half a kilometer. It was while they were trekking some kids saw them and sprinted away to inform Grandma of their arrival.

As they slowly threaded their way carrying bag and baggage's amidst the woods and reached home, grandma was waiting to receive carrying a few earthen pots in her hands. Vinit was surprised when he saw his Grandma and wondered whether she really was his Grandma. She looked just a few years older than his Mom.

Alka on reaching her mother's house took a deep breath as she knew she had to pass through lots of rituals to enter the house. Having removed her high heeled sandals she allowed a few maidens to anoint sandalwood paste on her feet. Then she had to dip her feet in the vermilion water and doing so lifted her sari up a little. As she stepped on the small bowls of liquid she saw her son looking at her. He was keenly watching the rituals.

After dipping her feet in the liquid as she stepped into the house all the women surrounded her and making her sit on a stool started anointing sandal wood paste on her face arms and legs. Her mother was the last person to do so and as she completed she looked upon Vinit and directed him to come forward.

Vinit hesitating a little moved forward and taking a little paste he applied it on his mothers face and hands and as he turned back, his grandma asked him to apply the same on her legs.

Vinit turned to see his mother smiling. She lifted her sari a little to allow him to apply the paste. Shying a little he moved forward and applying the paste on his mother's legs as fast as he could he turned which made all the women laugh at his predicament? Later he felt glad that he had touched her legs.

Thus the welcome ritual came to an end and as they settled down Grandma taking hold of Vinit said 'have you forgotten your Ma. Why did you take so long to come' and before he could answer taking hold of him and facing the people present said 'my king has come.' That was the regards and respect the clan showered on any male and Vinit being the only male in her family she showered all her love on him. She hugged her grandson.

There she goes thought Alka seeing her mother hug her son and wondered what's to follow. Next Alka was then taken to the bathroom where the maidens washed her face arms and legs. She felt thrilled to see them completing the rituals.

Grandma's house contained a few spacious rooms but had only one bath room. As there were no phones or power lines in the small hamlet grandma used kerosene lamps for lighting.

When the rituals were over it started to get dark. A few of the women present started lighting kerosene lamps. The hue of the lights was pleasing and Vinit was excited. After having the meals Alka excused to go to her room. Seeing her depart 'why don't you take your son to your room' asked her mother.

'Ma, he can manage by himself' replied Alka shaking her head.

'Shall I fix him up in the other room' asked her Ma.

'Yes that would be fine' as Alka said it she thought why can't she understand that he is not a child any more.

Why cant she understand that he has grown up now thought her mother.

The first thing Vinit saw on entering his room was that there were no cots. In fact for a few stools there was no other furniture visible in the entire house. Left alone in the vast room and lying on the mattresses on the floor he felt excited. As he was dog dammed tired he slept under the illumination of the kerosene lamp.

Next morning after waking up as he went to the bathroom he was in for a shock as there was no shower, no taps and no sink. Expect for a toilet basin at one corner and a bucket the room was totally naked. Hanging his clothes on a make shift hangar made out of nails he sat down to take a bath. As he was having the bath he saw streaks of light penetrating the room. On closer scrutiny he found it to be coming from the holes made on the door by termites. This again thrilled him.

Having finished his bath as he stepped into the kitchen his grandma screamed at him for having entered wearing his sandals. Removing he joined his mother and sitting down on the mat he had cup of steaming coffee whose aroma lingered even after he finished it.

As he sat in the small cubicle of the kitchen he saw his grandma cooking on a stove using firewood. The smoke billowing out of the firewood had a pleasant aroma. As his eyes wandered he saw his grandma sweating from the heat of the fire. As he stared at her his mother said 'this is the life of the village.'

'But how does she manage' he said looking at his grandma.

'You should have seen how we lived earlier' replied his grandma.

'Why what was there at that time' he asked.

'At that time there was no proper roof on our heads, no walls and no stoves. We used to live in forests whether it rained or shined in small tents.

'It is difficult for me to visualize' he said.

'Yes it is difficult for you as you have not seen it, but it was good as we never stayed at one place. We used to shift our camps every now and then depending upon the season' said she.

'I wish I get an opportunity to camp in the open' he said.

'If you are interested I can arrange it provided you are ready to use the fields instead of a bathroom' she said smiling to herself.

'There is not much difference in your present bathroom' he said thinking of the holes in the door.

'At least this house has one while others' she shook her head.

After finishing breakfast his mother got up and changing into a new sari came out looking dazzling. Vinit at that moment did not know that she was going out to impress her cousins.

After his mother left Vinit was alone with his grandma 'how do you manage to live in this house' he said.

'As I told you it is a luxury considering what I have been through. Come let's go to the fields' saying this she dragged him out of the house without bothering to lock it up.

After trekking for a few minutes they reached a vast field and pointing it out 'this is what I have toiled for my whole life and it is all yours' she said as she sat down under a tree.

Vinit was numb hearing this and did not know how to reply back. 'Ma, tell me about those days' he said.

'It is a long story but to cut it short it was good till it lasted' she replied wiping the sweat with the top of her sari. Our clan was a small one and had its own culture which was weird.

'Why do you call it weird' asked Vinit.

'There were no religions, no rules and no marriages' she said.

'No marriages what do you mean' he said.

'Yes no marriages. At first the men earn their women and later sell them or use them to gamble' she said.

'But how' asked Vinit.

'Sometimes by gambling and sometimes by force' she said.

'You women didn't have any say' he asked.

'No we were just silent spectator's' she replied.

'How did Grandpa earn you?'

'He was a very shrewd gambler' she replied.

'By gambling?'

'Yes by gambling and those rituals were weird if you consider them now. As I came of age there were four persons who wanted to possess me and he outwitted each one of them.

'And you accepted him as your husband.'

'I was proud of him but it did not last long' she replied.

'Why what happened' he asked.

'He wanted to win another vixen but as he could not cheat the nature, he drowned.' She said.

'Then what happened' he asked.

'I ran away'


'I ran because there is no life after her man dies. She is treated like a slave and moreover I was carrying your mother' she said.

'What happened to your clan' he asked.

'They broke away, a few came here and the others got scattered. What I have told you I have not even told your mother' she said as she spread her legs stretching them.

'Why me' he asked.

'Because you are a man our man' she said and as she folded her legs back her skirt moved exposing some of her thighs.

'Why do you still follow those rituals' he asked?

'How can I forget them, I was born in such a clan'

'Don't you have any regrets now' he asked.

'Not when I have you, you are my king' saying it she bowed.

It was then he realized that in her clan man was the king. 'The facts are astonishing' he said.

'More than astonishing they were exciting' she said and hoped he could understand her statement.

'What was so exciting' he asked.

'If you would hear the details they will be exciting' she said.

'Why don't you tell me' he asked.

'I could but I am worried as to what your mother would say' she said.

'Why, what would she say' he asked.

'She may feel that I have spoilt you. Moreover it is not the right time and I need to be free' she replied.

'What about tomorrow' he asked.

'Let's see how the situation would be' she said getting up.

Vinit still sitting under the shade of the tree looked at his grandma. It was hard to believe that she was his mother's mother. Joining her 'can I ask you something' he said.

'Yes what is it' she said.

'You don't look like a grandma' he said.

'What makes you say that' she said being pleased with the question.

'You look young' he said.

Is it not good that I look young? She said 'That is because I toil in these fields from morning to evening.

'Even today you look great' he said.

'You should have seen me twenty years ago' she said and wished she could tell him about those days.

'How I wish I was born then' he said.

'Yes every man hopes for the same, come lets go' she said.

Vinit tamely followed her and when they reached home he saw his mother busy distributing gifts to her cousins and friends. As he watched keenly he observed a woman who drew his attention. In every way she resembled his grandma. Making a point to enquire about her he went to his room.

After sometime his mother joining him in the room asked 'where did Ma take you.'

'She showed me her fields' he replied.

'What did she have to say' she asked.

'Nothing she said she had to toil hard to maintain it' he replied.

'Yes she has toiled her whole life to maintain it' she said.

'I feel sorry for her, she lives all alone' he said.

'Yes that's something which worries me too' she replied.

'Why don't we stay with her' he asked.

'What about your dad' she replied.

'Yes, why don't I stay with her' he asked.

'Can you, can you stay in this small hamlet' she asked.

'Yes if you keep visiting us' he said.

'That would depend upon a lot of factors' saying this she got up.

As she got up from the floor Vinit saw a glimpse of her naked legs right up to her knees and when she moved he felt there is not much difference between her and Ma. They almost had the same physique. While his mother was a little plum his Ma was fit and today he had seen both their bare legs.

After a nap as he went in he saw his grandma alone. Sitting besides 'who was the woman Mom was talking to' he said.

'The one with a yellow dress' asked his grandma.


'She is your mother's best friend. Why do you ask' she said.

'She resembles you a lot' he replied.

'You have a keen pair of eyes. She is from my clan' she said.

'Why did she leave the clan' he asked.

'Her life was more miserable than mine' she said.

'I wish you could tell me' he said.

'When I can't tell you what happened to me how I can tell you about her' she said.

'I will wait' saying this he resigned.

What am I going to do with this man; he is getting eager thought his grandma.

Changing the subject he asked 'how do you spend your spare time.'

'I play' saying this she got up and removing some beads from a box she showed him.

Vinit was surprised when he had them in his hands as they were not beads but colorful stones and they were sparkling.

'How do you play this game' he asked.

'It is a lengthy procedure' she replied.

'Is this the game in which grandpa won' he asked.

'Yes they were his stones' saying this she was thoughtful.

'Can we play this game sometime' he asked.

'What do you have to bet on' as soon as she uttered those words she felt she should not have.

Seeing her thoughtful Vinit felt he was on the right track. 'What did they bet with' he asked.

'Especially women' she said and quickly changing the subject 'anything which they fancied.' The game had many levels.

Vinit knew she was hiding something and not to force her he kept quiet and was glad when his mother stepped in. Soon it got dark and Vinit feeling tired got up to go to his room.

'Why are you leaving so soon' asked his grandma.

'My feet are aching' he replied.

'Why don't you ask your mother to press them' said she looking at Alka.

'Ma, he can manage' replied Alka suddenly.

'What kind of a woman are you. Don't you see he is in pain? We used to do it almost everyday' she said.

'Ma those days were different' Alka tried to pacify her.

'No if you are not doing it, let me' saying this as she got up.

'Okay, okay I will take care of him' saying this reluctantly she went into his room.

Vinit was surprised when his mother came. As she sat down and started pressing his feet 'don't expect me to do this everyday' she said.

'Why' he asked.

'As if you would press my feet if they were aching' she said.

'Have you ever asked me' he said.


'Then how can you say I will not' he replied.

His answer jolted her. 'will you really press them' she asked.

'Of course I will help my Mom to relieve her pain' he replied.

'How sweet of you and now you better sleep as I am also tired' she said continuing pressing his feet.

'I am feeling better, you may go and rest' he said.

But as Alka was pressing his feet it felt nice to grip them. Caressing them softly she moved her hand on his heels and as she felt it tickle him 'are you okay' she asked.

'Yes Mom, it is' he replied softly.

Continuing massaging his feet something flashed in her mind. It was something her best friend had said that she recalled it. She had spoken of those days when she was in the forest. She had said she had enjoyed pressing the feet of her man. It was okay as it was her man but then this was her son. Why I am feeling excited she thought. Shaking her head she held the other foot in her hand.

Vinit felt good as his mother continued massaging his feet. Without uttering a word he enjoyed it till sleep took over.

Seeing him sleeping Alka silently left the room light hearted.

Next morning when his mother left to meet her friends, seeing his grandma alone he went and sat near her.

'How's your feet' asked his grandma.

'It is better after mother pressed them' he replied.

'Your mother was reluctant to go and I forced her. That woman does not understand her duties' she said.

'May be she presses Dad's feet' he said.

'It is not the question of a father or son. It's the man that counts' she stressed the point.

'You mean whoever it is' as he asked the question a thrill went up his spine.

'Yes and moreover she cannot say no to you' she replied.

Hearing her words it excited him. 'Next time I will see that she does not hesitate' she said.

'What if her feet aches' he asked?

'How can a woman ask a man? Well it would be different if he does it on his own' she said.

'But I will be more than happy to oblige her' said Vinit

There was mixed emotions on her face. 'But I wont force you to do it' she replied.

Meanwhile Alka was showing off her things to her friends and cousins. All were impressed at the clothes she displayed and as she tried her high heels she slipped and sprained her ankle. Suddenly her son's face flashed through her mind which made her blush and the next moment she forgot it.

As evening descended and they had their supper that his grandma opening up the subject asked 'how are your feet?'

'Much better' replied Vinit.

'So you don't want me to press your feet' asked his mother.

'No thanks Mom' he said though he wanted her to press them.

'Don't tell me I did not ask you' replied Alka.

'If his feet are not aching it does not mean you don't put him to bed' injected her mother.

'Ma, I asked him no' she said.

'Yes you did but at least see if his bed is made' said her mother.

'At our place it is done by our ayah' said Alka.

'Here you don't have an ayah and in the morning see that there is sufficient water for him to bathe' saying this she went to her room.

'She is a funny woman, now don't laugh come on' she said as Vinit was smiling.

Once inside the four walls of the room Alka was a changed person. Dusting his bed and setting it right she looked at him and said 'the bed is ready your highness.'

'Oh! Come on Mom' saying it Vinit went down on the bed.

Alka sat beside him looking at his son. Seeing him spread on the bed she felt a vague sensation. Bending down she held his leg in her hand and started to knead it and as she tried to creep her hand up his leg his pants came in the way. Holding the bottom of his pant 'are you going to sleep with pants on' she asked.

'No I will remove them later' replied Vinit.

'When in the morning' she asked.

'No after you leave' he replied.

'Why don't you remove them now' she asked.

'I feel ashamed to remove them in front of you' he replied gently.

'Why should you be ashamed to remove your pants in front of your mother' she said.

'I have not done it before' he replied.

'What if blow the lamp will you' she asked putting if off.

'Yes' letting it out mildly Vinit undid his pants and as he unable to remove them out from the position he was sleeping seeing this Alka took hold of his pants and pulled them out.

Alka was pleased to have removed his pants and as the room was quite dark she did not see much of his legs and thighs but could make out his light colored shorts. Having him lying, she took hold of his foot and started kneading his toes. Vinit was thrilled to have felt her soft hands on his toes and as his mother gradually moved up and started to massage his leg he felt himself growing there. He squirmed and wriggled trying to hide it but in vain.

Alka seeing him squirm continued massaging his leg and when he turned sideways patting him at the back of his thighs 'is it enough' she asked tenderly.

'Yes Goodnight Mom' said Vinit.

'And tomorrow I will see you get hot water to bathe' saying this she went out of the room.

Vinit had a good sleep as he dreamt of his mother. Next morning as he went to have his bath he was happy to see his mother had arranged hot water. Taking his bath leisurely as he came out he was pleased to see his mother standing at the door.

'Shall I dry your hair' she asked holding a towel in her hand.

'Yes if you don't mind' he replied shyly.

'Of course not. Why don't we go to your room' she said.

On entering the room Alka stood in front of him and taking hold of his head in both her hands she started wiping his wet hair. Vinit stood motionless enjoying her closeness. Alka continued brushing his hair and as she finished it placing her hands on his arms and feeling his bulging muscles said 'I did not realize you have grown so strong.'

'It is the result of the gym' he said.

'Oh! Yes I forgot that you used to attend it' saying this she felt his biceps and said 'it has worked wonders, can I see them.'

'Yes' saying this he happily removed his shirt.

Alka was surprised when Vinit removed his shirt as he was not wearing a vest. Seeing his well toned body she was thrilled. Feeling his biceps, his arms his shoulders and the muscles of his chest she felt excited. Moving her fingers over his chest in circles said 'you have a very nice toned body.'

'You like it' he suddenly asked her and as he felt he should not have asked such a direct question and said 'did Ma asked you to dry my hair.'

'No, can I not dry my son's hair without her asking me to' she replied pinching his arm.

'Yes you can' he said.

'Do you want me to press your feet during nights' she asked.

'Yes I would like that provided you don't feel bad' he said.

'Why should I feel bad to press my son's feet. On the other hand I love doing it' she said.

'Do you want me to do it for you' he asked shyly.

'Yes if need arises' she said.

'I would be glad to oblige' he said.

'How sweet of you' saying this she planted a kiss on his forehead and brushing his hair said 'come and have your breakfast.'

Vinit was pleased to have had this chat with his mother. He obediently followed her to the kitchen and his grandma seeing both enter together welcomed them with a smile.

'So what have you decided to do today' asked Alka's mother.

'I am going to meet my friends, why' she asked.

'I have thought of going to the woods with Vinit, want to come' she asked.

'No you take him' replied Alka which made her mother happy as he did not object.

Soon Vinit and his grandma having trudged some distance reached the deep woods. The place was lush green, cool and serene. Both Vinit and his grandma were pleased as it was lonely.

'This is so cool and so beautiful' said Vinit looking at the lush greenery.

'Yes it was this atmosphere which kept us going' she said thinking of those days.

'Was it very romantic' he asked.

'Yes this and the flowing rivers, they were so wonderful' she said as she sat down under the tree.

'Yes I can very well visualize it, you were lucky' saying it he sat down next to his grandma.

His words made her look at him and smiling at him she said 'what makes you say it.'

'This place is so lovely one would feel thrilled to live here' he said trying to influence her with words.

'Yes, I see that you have the same feelings' she said.

'Why don't you tell me about those days' he asked moving closer?

'Yes, what do you want to hear' she asked.

'You were telling me about gambling' he said.

'Yes the men used to gamble a lot using women as stakes' she said.

'Did the women not object to it' he asked.

'No it was the only opportunity for them to enjoy' she replied.

'What do you mean by that' he asked.

'As I told you the game had many levels and every level the odds were different' she said and visualizing them continued 'at first level the men used to pick the women, the second level she was asked to stand near him, the third level she was supposed to sit on his lap and knead his arms and shoulders and like that it continued.

'What was there for the women to enjoy' he asked.

'They enjoyed doing it. They enjoyed being close to other man, whom they had a crush or liked him' she replied.

'So it was good till it lasted' he asked.

'Yes it was good and I see that you are curious to learn' she said.

'Who would not like to learn such things' he said.

'Yes and that is the reason why I am at back of your mother' she said.

'Meaning' he asked.

'I want her to teach you' she said and looked for his reaction.

'I fail to understand' he said as he was really puzzled.

'Don't you like her to press your feet, press your legs' she asked.

'Yes it relieves the pain' he replied.

'Yes it relieves the pain and then what happens' she asked.

'Nothing' he said shyly.

'Come on don't say nothing happens' she said smiling at him.

'It is difficult to tell you what happens' he said seeing her waiting for his response.

'Yes it is difficult to express such feelings' she said.

'What happened in the later stages of the game' he asked changing the subject.

'It is too early to tell you' she said.

'Why' he asked.

'The time is not ripe and moreover you have to learn a lot' she said.

'Why don't you teach me' he asked suddenly.

'You want to learn from me, why not from your mother? Do you think I can teach you?' saying this she moved closer.

'Yes you can teach me' he said getting excited by her move.

'You are very stubborn, what do you want to learn' she put the words in his ears.

'Tell me everything' he said feeling her cozying up.

'You don't know anything' she asked nibbling his ear.

'I know a little but then I don't know how to proceed' he said.

'Yes at first it is difficult. You have to proceed slowly' she said.

'How will I know that I am on the correct path' he asked leaning towards her.

'That you will learn only by experience' she said seeing him lean forward.

'But how can I gain experience when I don't know anyone' he said.

'Look around and you will find many' she said putting an arm around him.

'But I only see you' he said looking into her eyes.

'Oh! I had not expected it' she said shocked at his reply.

'Yes I want to learn it from you' saying this he hugged her.

As Vinit hugged her she felt a strong current pass through her. This was totally unexpected. She had thought those sensations were dead but now seeing them kindle her body she was perplexed. Her intentions were totally different. She wanted him to know his mother well but he would get attached to her she had not dreamt of it and did not know how to come out of it. As she was wondering she felt him hug her tightly and this further fueled her emotions.

And as she was pondering about it she heard him ask 'what happened in the next level of the game.'

This question upped her ante and smiling at him 'that what you are doing' she replied.


'The woman was supposed to hug the man' she said.

'In front of the other man' he asked.

'Yes in front of her man and this was what they craved to do' she replied.

'So they liked it' he said.

'Yes they looked forward for such sessions' she replied.

'What was your reaction during such time' he asked.

'I did not get an opportunity as my man never lost' she replied.

'What if he had lost' he asked her.

'I don't know how I would have reacted. I think I would have enjoyed it' this feels good she thought.

'What happened in the next level' he asked.

'Next level' saying this she recalled the scenes and getting excited she said 'the man used to kiss the woman.'

Feeling excited by her words he asked 'kiss on the cheeks or on the lips.'

'Why what is your interest in it' she asked seeing him excited.

'It is just to gain knowledge' he said cozying up.

'Don't you think you have learnt enough for the day' she asked.

'I want to learn more' he replied.

'I think it is enough for the day we will talk tomorrow' saying this she got up and seeing he was reluctant to get up bending down and kissing him on the cheeks said 'now get up don't loose heart.'

The kiss made Vinit light hearted and feeling jubilant he got up and followed his grandma back home.

Back home Vinit was a changed person. He was keen in observing both the women. He did not let go an opportunity to watch them when they sat down or got up. It was at such instances he had a fleeting glance of their exposed legs. He was thrilled when his eyes met their bare legs.

Soon it was time to go to bed and when he got up to go he saw from the corner of his eye his grandma nudging his mother to follow him. He felt elevated when he saw his Mom get up.

Before his mother could reach the room he got into the bed and when his mother stepped in he looked at her as if he was surprised.

Seeing him she said 'it has become compulsory to press your legs daily till we are here.'

'I don't want you to press them if you don't want to' he replied.

'No I am getting used to them and moreover it feels good to do it. Do I have to tell you to remove your pants daily' she said sitting down beside him.

'No but why don't you put off the lamp' he said.

'Is it necessary to put it off' she said blowing the lamp.

'Yes otherwise I feel ashamed' he said pushing his pants down.

'What's there to feel ashamed' she said as she pulled his pants out.

'How can I lie in front of you with only my shorts' he said?

'You will get used to it gradually' and removing his pants said 'why don't you sit up so that I can be close to you.'

This was music to his ears. Allowing some room for her he sat on the bed resting his back to the wall.

Alka sitting beside him and taking hold of his leg said 'now fold your legs so that it will be easy for me 'she said.

When Vinit drew his legs up placing one hand on his knee with the other caressing his leg softly she asked 'are your feet really aching.'

'No Mom they are better now' he said.

'But still you want me to press them, why' she asked softly.

'It feels good when you do it' he replied.

'Yes it feels good, even I like to press them' she said kneading his leg.

'So you don't mind doing it daily' he asked.

'Not at all and I am glad that you like it' she said caressing his leg.

'Do you want me to do the same to you' he asked.

'Yes but not right now' she replied.

'Why' he asked.

'First I would like to know you better, are you comfortable' she asked gripping his knee.

'Yes I am comfortable' saying this he spread his legs a little.

'Yes why don't you spread your legs, get comfortable' saying this she drew his legs towards her.

Vinit was happy to oblige her and as he spread his legs and they came in contact with his mothers knees he retracted his leg.

'No its okay turn a little so that it would be convenient for me' she said and when he turned taking hold of his leg she placed it on hers.

'Yes now it is fine' saying this she started to press his leg enjoying the feel of its warmth and when he started breathing heavily 'are you okay' she asked softly.

'Yes but being so close to you I am feeling a little tensed up' he replied.

'No its okay, relax. Let me press them properly' saying it she pressed his legs from his ankles to his knees and seeing him relaxed said 'I think you feel better now.'

'Yes Mom it feels good' he replied.

'You have a nice pair of legs' saying it she started caressing them and when he let out a soft moan 'are you okay, do you want me to stop' she asked mildly.

'No Mom I am fine' he said.

'Yes as I said you have a nice pair of legs and your thighs also feel good to touch' saying it she allowed her fingers to glide over them.

Vinit was aroused when he felt his mother's fingers glide over his thighs. Taking a deep breath he said 'it is due to the gym classes I attend.'

'Yes you have maintained them very well, but me look how I have pumped up' she said.

'No Mom they look good' he replied.

'As if you have seen them' she shot back.

'No I have not seen them but I know they look good' he replied.

'How can you be so sure' she asked getting excited.

'They look pretty as you are not so fat' he replied.

'Is it? I am thrilled to know it. I had thought I was gloated' she said caressing his thigh.

'No they are just the right type' he replied.

'So you know what is right and what is not' she asked getting bolder.

'Yes I know a little about them' he replied.

'Do you mind if I sit next to you' she asked.

'No never' he said moving a little.

Sitting by his side and drawing her legs in line with his she said 'look they seem to be fatter in comparison to yours.

'It is because you are wearing those clothes' he said.

'No even without them don't you think they are fat' she asked as she drew her sari up a little and exposed her leg.

'They are just fine' said Vinit unable to withdraw his eyes from her exposed legs.

'You are telling it because you can't see them properly. Do you want me to lit the lamp' she asked.

'Don't the moonlight is just enough' he shot back thinking about his aroused pecker.

'Well if you don't want then it is fine, but still I find them fat when compared to yours' she said as she held his thigh.

'May be a little but it looks good' he replied unable to say another word.

'If you think so, then I am happy' she said caressing his thigh again.

'Yes I am positive as they are perfect' saying this he placed his hand on her thigh.

'Oh! Thanks. Can you remove your shirt so that I can feel your muscles' she asked?

'I will be more than happy to oblige' saying this he removed his shirt.

'You look strong' she said as he removed his shirt and feeling his taut chest muscles 'Oh it feels great to touch them.'

'And it feels nice when you touch it' he replied getting bolder.

'You want me to continue doing it' she asked running her fingers lightly on his chest.

'Yes I want you to' saying this he slid his hand on her thighs.

'I wish I had come to know you better' she said feeling his chest with deft fingers.

'Even now it is not so late' he replied getting enthusiastic.

'Yes even now it is not late and how I wish I had done it earlier' saying it she started caressing his chest. Seeing him squirm 'want me to stop' she asked.

'No please don't' he said softly.

'Are you comfortable?' she asked.

'Why are you asking again and again' he said.

'Because I am not feeling comfortable' she said.

'Why are you not comfortable' he asked gripping her thigh.

'Because I am not used to lie down with my sari on' she replied.

'Then why don't you remove it' he said softly.

'I was wondering whether you would feel bad' she said.

'Not at all and if it is uncomfortable why don't you remove it' he insisted.

'Then help me with this' saying this she handed him the top of her sari and pulling out the tucked part of her sari and setting it aside said 'now it feels better.'

'And as I said you look leaner without it' he complimented her.

'Thanks but don't ask for more' she said giving him a hug.

'No I won't, if you are comfortable' he said.

'Comfortable with what' she asked.

'Comfortable wearing this' he said holding the edge of her blouse.

'Why, do you want me to remove it' she asked.

'Only if it would make you feel comfortable' saying this he waited for her reaction.

'How sweet of you to think about me' saying this she removed her blouse.

As soon as she removed her blouse Vinit looking at her bra clad body was excited and his eyes were glued on it.

Seeing him staring at her exposed body 'now you are making me feel ashamed' she said.

'Why, you don't want me to look at you' he asked.

'Not that, but it is the first time I have undressed before you' she replied.

'Yes it is only today I am seeing you like this but as you said you will get used to it' he said.

'No Vinit I am feeling bad having removed my sari and blouse' she said.

'Come then let me cover you' saying this he pulled the sheet over them.

'Yes now I feel better' saying this she stretched by his side and hugged him.

'That makes me feel good' he said being hugged.

'Embrace me if you want' saying it she nuzzled closer to him.

Vinit was thrilled when she uttered those words, grasping his mother in both his hands he hugged her and when he felt her breasts against his chest he was delighted.

Accommodating her body fully against his she said 'can I sleep with you for sometime.'

'Yes Mom you can' he said grasping her more tightly without bothering about his stiff pecker poking at her waist.

Alka felt his pecker poke at her waist and accommodating it in the warmth of her waist she was thrilled and wanting to feel its hardness she said 'am I not troubling you.'

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