The River Knows No Bounds

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.

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.

Rani, the young girl was still standing at the door-step and Annam kept looking at the beautiful girl in sheer amazement until the bursts of fire crackers in the far distance eventually punctuated the silence that had descended on the Big House. Apparently, the rains have stopped and clouds cleared bringing cheers to the villagers.

"What is going on?" Sundar asked anxiously. "Are they resuming the festival?"

"Let us get in," Pushpa replied softly, gently hugged Rani and whispered in her ears. "Don't worry. You are not marrying that dirty old man anyway."

It took just a couple of minutes for Sundar to explain what transpired in the festival. Even though Annam felt relieved that Sundar had prevented a beautiful girl's life from getting ruined, she was concerned about how the villagers would react to this incident.

"What are you planning to do with this girl?" Annam asked. "Her parents would reach here anytime and call her. How do we stop them from taking her away?"

"Leave it to me, mom," Pushpa replied with a smile. "I will tell them that their daughter is going to be the bride of the Big House."

Annam was taken aback at once. As she glanced at Sundar, he was smiling at his wife approvingly. Even while struggling to let the matter sink in, Annam couldn't help looking at Rani again and again and wonder how lucky Balu should be to get such a gorgeous bride.

Sundar and Pushpa didn't let Annam's hesitation to last longer. It seemed as though they were determined and were just expecting Annam to toe their line. After a brief silence, Annam began to speak.

"She is an angel," Annam said admiringly. "But, what if she doesn't like getting married to Balu? You just saved her from one danger. Are we going to impose your decision without asking her consent?"

Suddenly the Big House plunged into dead silence. Both Sundar and Pushpa were glancing at each other wondering what to say in reply to Annam. But, the streak of silence was broken by none other than Rani herself.

"Madam," Rani spoke gently. "The whole village treats you as our mother. If I am fortunate to serve this family, I will be the most blessed."

Rani's voice sounded like cuckoo. She sounded sweet, extremely polite but uncomplicated.

Annam's heart was filled up unprecedented joy.

For the next few days, not just the Big House but the entire village witnessed things happening at a rapid pace.

Balu couldn't believe his luck! He had heard several times that lotus blooms in the mud but it was only after seeing Rani that he believed. 'Sexy,' he said to himself.

Rani's father didn't require lot of convincing. In fact, he had agreed to give his daughter's hands to a ruthless money-lender as he was left with no alternative. Annam not only promised to settle the loan but also assured the poor peasant that the entire marriage expenses shall be borne by her.

Sundar was entrusted the responsibility of handling all the village arrangements which he happily accepted. Pushpa was keen to take over the purchases of clothes and jewels. Annam was relieved that Balu wasn't assigned any responsibility because he would obviously complicate things because of his attitude.

A wedding in the Big House is no less than a festival for the village. Pushpa and Sundar walked up and down the village extending the invitation for the marriage. Balu employed a local drum beater to announce to the villagers that they need not cook food at home for both the days of the marriage as elaborate arrangements shall be made to prepare food for the entire village. Plenty of sweets were distributed to children in the festival making them the happiest lot in the village.

The marriage was scheduled to take place on the final day of the festival.

But, Balu was his usual self, always horny and never letting any chance to lay hands on his mother. As a matter of fact, Annam started relishing her son's fucking for reasons she couldn't comprehend. Balu quickly realized the sudden change in his mother's sexual behavior and got more excited. Both of them were aware that in a few days, the Big House will be flooded with guests for the marriage and they wanted every available moment to count. Sundar and Pushpa were hardly seen at home during the daytime as they were working hard to ensure that every small detail about Balu's marriage is taken care of. Balu and Annam never felt guilty for taking advantage of the dedicated efforts of Sundar and Pushpa. They kept themselves busy fucking whenever an opportunity presented itself.

But, neither of them had any clue that their sexual escapades will be known to another family member very soon. Significantly, it was going to be Sundar, Annam's son-in-law who would catch the lustful mother and son fucking each other.

Sundar preferred to stay upstairs most of the time, more so when Annam was apparently alone in the house. In most conventional village families, son-in-laws hardly speak to mother-in-laws and vice-versa. Hence, Balu always rushed upstairs several times without even Annam knowing that he has returned. Only in exceptional circumstances Balu came downstairs and it was during one such exceptional instance that he discovered the incestuous relationship between Balu and his mother.

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Sundar, after struggling jotting down the travel plan for the guests decided to go downstairs to pick-up the railway time-table. He wasn't sure if Annam was alone and so cautiously stepped down the wooden stairs so that his mother-in-law if asleep is not disturbed. But as he was about to descend on the floor of the hall, he could hear gentle giggles and soft moans. Even before the noises sank into Sundar, suddenly he heard more thudding sounds, as though someone is running. As he carefully popped his head from the hiding of the door, he saw Annam running around the hall and her son Balu giving a chase. Sundar's momentary confusion quickly turned into shock as he watched Balu catching hold of his mother, pulling her over him in a tight hug and squeezing her round ass cheeks.

Sundar stood stunned unable to apprehend what he just saw. But, as he watched Annam squeezing her son's bulge on his pants, Sundar felt as though his heart stopped beating. Annam kept smiling and blushing as Balu whispered something into her ears and started following her son to the bedroom. He briefly heard Annam's giggle before Balu hastily shut the wooden door with a loud banging noise.

Sundar had a thorough understanding of the Big House structure and swiftly rushed into the store room adjacent to the bedroom. He knew that the two rooms shared a common wall with a small ventilator almost on the top of the wall. He carefully dragged the grain drum towards the wall, climbed on it and peeked into the other side of the wall. The bedroom had three similar ventilators on the left side of the wall due to which the entire room was clearly visible even without electric lights. Sundar spotted Balu and Annam sitting on the huge bed.

Balu was sitting next to Annam with his arm around her shoulder. Annam's head was rested on Balu's chest and it looked as though the son was consoling his mother.

Sundar was just about to walk towards the stairs in confusion but froze to a stop, watching what Balu did next. Much to Sundar's astonishment and disgust, Balu pulled Annam's face up and planted a kiss on her lips. Sundar could feel his thudding heartbeats louder than never before.

"You started it all," Annam was telling her son. "Now, you will soon have the prettiest girl as your wife. All of a sudden, I feel like a lonely old woman."

Sundar was perplexed. What the hell did Balu start at all? What is going on in the Big House?

As Sundar continued watching, Balu pulled his mother even closer and devoured her lips. His left hand started fondling his mother's melons while Annam was heard gently moaning inside her son's mouth while her left hand cupped Balu's throbbing erection.

Sundar stood like a statue unable to come out of the shock. He couldn't believe what he saw as he never had any imaginations about the other side of his mother-in-law. He was cursing himself not to be able to walk away from the scene but his feet felt like planted on the floor. After all, Sundar was still young and couldn't help letting his curiosity grow to know how far his mother-in-law and her son would go. He was prepared for more shocks.

Balu kept squeezing his mother's boobs for a few long seconds while sucking her tongue into his mouth. Eventually, he pulled down her saree from her left shoulder and exposed her large, round and sumptuous naked breasts. Needless to say, Annam's nipples looked rock-hard and erect.

Much to Sundar's disgust, he was getting a raging hard-on. 'What is happening to me?' he asked himself. Notwithstanding the deplorable sexual acts of Annam and her son, he felt equally ashamed to realize his heart pumping hard and fast in a strange excitement. His cock seemed to be having its own mind as it kept throbbing and growing. All the education and upbringing seemed to have lost the way as Sundar knew that he was getting turned on by his gorgeous mother-in-law. The tent on his pants was huge and looked like struggling to free itself through the thick fabric. All this time, his eyes were pinned on Annam's naked boobs and perky nipples.

Inside the room, Balu released his mother from a prolonged kiss and began staring at her wonderful boobs as though he was seeing them for the first time. Annam was blushing at her son's gaze focused on her enormous tits. She was feeling her son's bulge growing bigger and bigger pressing against her palm. She pushed her chest forward letting her large melons jiggle a bit with her erect nipples standing straight and long.

"I like the way you look at these", Annam spoke huskily. Balu smiled in admiration.

Sundar was getting restless outside. The beast within him had been woken up by the erotic show put on by the mother-son duo inside. 'I like those boobs too,' Sundar murmured. Undoubtedly, Annam's boobs were much larger than Pushpa's but surprisingly looked equally firm and round. Pushpa's nipples even when erect at best looked just the half of her step-mother.

"I never get enough of your boobs," Balu was heard telling his mom. "I can keep playing with them all through the day."

"Hopefully in future too," Annam quipped.

Balu pulled his mother in an embrace, kissed her again and began probing her mouth with his tongue. Sundar kept watching as the mother and son continued sucking each other's lips letting their mouth grinding harder while their hands feverishly stroked all over each other's bodies. Annam's naked boobs were mashing against her son's hairy chest and her hardened nipples were rubbing his skin. The eager mother undid her son's trouser buttons and pushed it down onto the floor. Balu's cock looked menacingly long and hard and a small pearl of pre-cum was shining on its tip.

Annam had seen and felt her son's cock for umpteen times yet she grabbed it with unabashed desire as though she was seeing it for the first time. As her soft palm began massaging the huge tool, Balu pushed his head back and closed his eyes.

Outside the room, Sundar unknowingly was stroking his huge bulge while his eyes were fixed on the unfolding scenes inside. All his disgust and anguish have vanished and he was beginning to relish the incestuous encounter. He was beginning to see his mother-in-law a sexual being if not sex-starved widow. He could make-out from the sequence of events that this could have been going on for since long. A woman widowed as a teenager was bound to fall prey to sexual urges at some point of time in her life and perhaps Annam had found a safe companion in her well-endowed son. Strange, but suddenly Sundar was trying to find excuses for Annam's sexual adventures.

As Annam bent forward and hungrily licked the tip of her son's cock, Sundar was convinced that the woman by nature must be a sexual beast.

Balu was apparently in heaven, enjoying his dick getting a lusty licking and gentle massaging from his lusty mother. Within a few seconds, he emptied his load into Annam's mouth. Annam didn't relieve her son's dick for the next few seconds until she had tasted the very last drop of his cum. Naturally, there was a pause in the room after what was an exhilarating blow-job.

Sundar, coming from a conservative background had never even seen the cheap semi-porn movies like his friends during his college days. The only woman he had seen naked was his wife Pushpa and now he was witnessing a live sex-show, that too, involving his brother-in-law and mother-in-law.

Annam once again pulled her son, kissed him and sucked his tongue. Balu cupped her huge tits and rubbed his thumb against her nipple. The mother-duo were apparently in a hurry as their kissing stopped abruptly and their embrace got more tighter. Balu still managed to grab his mother's tits one after the other, squeezed them and eventually started sucking her engorged nipples with wild lust. Annam shook her head in delight as her son teasingly flicked her nipples with the tip of his tongue and actually bit them gently making her aroused mother moan in absolute delight.

"Do it my boy..." Annam panted as Balu kept devouring the wonder balls into his mouth with closed eyes. Annam was seen standing on the tip of her toes as her horny son kept playing with her mammoth tits with shameless hunger. Her respiration became uneven and loud while her son relentlessly played with her boobs with his mouth and firm hands. Annam was groaning in admiration watching the speed with which her son was switching his mouth from one tit to another.

The sultry mother wasn't standing idle either as she managed to grab her son's reviving cock, stroking it gently back to its full vigor. She began rubbing the moist tip of her son's cock against her swollen crotch. Balu was seen moving his hips back and forth to let his dick rub against his mother's waiting crotch. He felt his dick gaining more strength and length in the grasp of his mother's hand and could feel his testicles swelling profusely.

Sundar got a glimpse of his mother-in-law's pussy as she swayed her body coping with the tireless treatment her boobs were getting from Balu. Her moist pussy lips looked very prominent and thanks to her excitement, the inner folds were partially visible through her slit. It was amazing because, Annam still had reasonably dense hair covering her crotch. Sundar reached the next stage of excitement as he pulled down his zipper, pulled out his throbbing cock and started stroking it.

'Come on Balu,' Sundar whispered. 'Fuck her quickly. I can't take more of this.'

Annam kept thrusting her hip forward letting her son's fingers to tease her pussy lips, letting out moans loud enough to indicate her utter enjoyment. She went wild and screamed when Balu suddenly pushed his fingers deep into her wet pussy. But her loudest scream was triggered when her son brushed his thumb against her clit. As Balu continued tickling her clit with his fingertips, Annam's gorgeous face began showing signs of ecstasy.

Amazingly, she pushed Balu on his back and forced her mouth on his enlarged dick. After a few momentary pauses, she skillfully turned around on her son's body until her moist pussy was hovering over her son's face. Balu didn't need a clue as he buried his face against her throbbing cunt, pushed his tongue deep into her slit and began lapping up her juices. He soon enclosed her clit with his lips and started sucking deliriously. Annam continued moaning on her son's dick and her legs closed around her son's face. Their sucking session continued for a while with steady acceleration and the speed with which Annam's head was moving up and down her son's dick was to be seen to be believed. The glugging was getting so loud that their moans became inaudible as seconds ticked.

Sundar was wondering why Balu wasn't shooting his next load of cum into Annam's mouth as he kept watching his mother-in-law grinding her pussy against her son's face vigorously apparently signaling her imminent massive orgasm. Her fluids spattered all over her son's face and her own inner thighs while her dutiful son kept lapping the juices with a thirst like never before.

By now, all the shock that had descended on Sundar had vanished and it was with more of utter disbelief that he was witnessing the mother-son sex games. When Annam quickly switched position and straddled her son's hard dick, her face was glowing with intense desire and lust. Placing her son's dick at her womanhood entrance, Annam lowered her body onto the long erect pole and let her pussy slowly devour it. The familiar feel of a rigid dick pushing up inside her pussy made her smile in absolute delight. After relishing the feeling for a couple of seconds, Annam began rocking back and forth on her son's dick with her hands firmly planted on either side of her son's spread legs. As her pussy gave away gradually to a long and enlarged pecker, Balu began thrusting his hip up and down meeting his mother's motions. Within a few moments, the duo settled into a lusty rhythm and their bodies began slamming against each other. Soon, their bodies gathered an unprecedented momentum letting Annam's huge boobs wobble uncontrollably.

Balu kept sending his dick faster in and out of his mother's hole and soon his relentless fucking forced Annam to fall letting her boobs moist with profuse sweat crushing against her son's hairy chest. As she raised her head, Balu swiftly pulled her lips inside his mouth and began sucking her tongue lustily. The combined noise of Annam's moaning and the slamming of two naked bodies started echoing within the high walls of the Big House bedroom.

Balu's hands were squeezing his mother's fleshy ass cheeks as his dick relentlessly hammered her pussy. Annam could feel her pussy reacting wonderfully to her son's thrusts as she could feel the nerves around his dick pulsating against the tender flesh of her pussy folds. They direly wished to go on and on but eventually their bodies began reacting to the ultimate pleasure. As Annam withdrew from the prolonged kiss, she could see the expression on her son's face who was on the verge of his climax.

"Am...amm...mmaaa...," Balu panted.

"Yesss...my...lovvverrrrrrr," Annam murmured.

Balu suddenly groaned aloud as shots of his hot cum began exploding into his mother's pussy. Feeling the hot semen pouring inside her waiting pussy, Annam screamed in thorough fulfillment.

"I am cumming...,"Annam shrieked as her quivering pussy exploded.

Exactly at this point, Sundar's dick exploded too and before he could comprehend what was going on, thick streams of cum started shooting through his pee-hole onto the wall of the store-room. It was the moment that brought Sundar to reality as he helplessly watched his white cum slowly flowing down the wall in strange shapes. All the excitement and arousal had gone with the wind and suddenly Sundar realized that getting out of the place was the best thing he should do under the circumstances.

But, inside the bedroom...

The duo continued panting for some more time until their orgasms subsided and once done they were breathing long and loud for a few more seconds. Then they began kissing each other again for a while before Balu rolled his mother onto the bed, got up and walked towards the bathroom. It took a while for Annam to get up, wrap something around her naked body and walk outside the bedroom.

Upstairs, Sundar was in a pensive mood wondering what to do with the stains of his cum on the store-room. He knew that Annam frequents inside the store-room several times during the day and was convinced that her eyes would surely catch the large cum-stain shapes on the wall anytime she walks in. After almost an hour, Sundar mustered courage, picked up a bottle of hydrogen peroxide from his medical kit and slowly stepped down the stairs. From the dead silence in the Big House, it was evident that Balu had gone out already.

Bracing himself, as Sundar was about to hop the last step and rush towards the store-room, he froze as he watched Annam pushing the wooden doors and entering inside.

Sundar's heart began beating fast as time ticked by and the beats almost stopped when he heard Annam exclaiming from inside the store-room.

"Oh my God! What is this?"

It took a few seconds for Annam to realize that someone had been spying while she was having sex with her son through the ventilator. Neither did it take much time for her to conclude that Sundar was the only other male in the Big House and in all probabilities, it was he who had watched her fuck-show. For a few minutes she went through a variety of emotions ranging from shame to anger realizing that her best-kept secret had been discovered by none other than her own son-in-law.

What next? She began thinking. Will Sundar disclose the matter to Pushpa? How will she react to such a deplorable act of incest by her step-brother and step-mother? Should Balu be informed about Sundar's spying act? What would he do?

After some tormenting minutes when questions paraded one after another, Annam suddenly thought about the semen on the storeroom walls. Did Sundar masturbate watching her and Balu enjoying together? Why should he get aroused rather than feel disgusted even while watching a mother and son having sex? If he was indeed excited to watch her and her son, would he really bother to spill the beans to his wife?

Probably not! She thought.

"Still dreaming?"

Balu's startling voice interrupted Annam's thinking and she turned around to see her son's face glowing in fulfillment after a memorable fucking session with his mother.

"You were very hot today," Balu winked at his mother. "I need to go and set the farm house right for the guests or else I would love to stay in the bed until evening."

'How happy he looks!' Annam began thinking again. 'Should I tell him that our secret is out in the open and things won't be the same again henceforth?'

"What is the matter with you?" Balu sounded anxious watching the slight murkiness in Annam's face. "Are you alright, mom?"

"Sundar is upstairs," Annam mumbled emotionlessly. "You better behave or go to the farm at once."

"When did he return?" Balu's voice clogged.

Annam gauged her son's tension quickly. The worst consequence of telling him that Sundar had seen her fucking her own son would be a sudden end to the incestuous relationship, at least till Balu's wedding. She didn't want that to happen so soon.

"Don't worry," Annam replied with a forced smile. "He came back just now."

"Thank God!" Balu sighed in relief. "I must better keep going. I don't want those daily wagers to fool around in the farm."

"Ok," Annam said and watched her son rushing out of the Big House and once he vanished from her eyes, she glanced at the staircase. Then she turned around and glanced at the store room and thought about the semen on the common wall inside. She imagined Sundar jerking off inside the store room while peeping through the ventilator to watch the live sex show put on by her and her son. She was convinced that her son-in-law had enjoyed the visual feast.

She decided to wait downstairs for a while to see if Sundar comes down to have a talk with her. Pushpa had gone to the town for distributing invitations to her friends and was expected only in the evening. There were at least a couple of hours left to Annam and Balu to sort out things if at all they wished. Sundar was playing hide and seek and Annam knew it was she who needed to take the initiative. But, the question was, will Sundar talk to her when Pushpa was not around?

Annam couldn't recollect many instances where she had ever been at a touching distance with Balu. He always looked like a faithful husband, respectful son-in-law and a no-nonsense individual. From whatever accounts Pushpa used to give about her husband, Annam always believed that Sundar felt discomfort mingling with women even in the city he lived. Strange it may sound as he was a practicing medical professional in a city where women weren't so hesitant to shake hands with males or touching innocuously.

Sundar and his parents had once seen Pushpa in some marriage in the town and they were so impressed with her politeness and simplicity that they travelled straight to the Big House to seek Pushpa's hands for Sundar. Annam still remembered Sundar squirming in the chair in absolute shyness unbecoming of a well-educated doctor. In a way, it looked as though Sundar and Pushpa were made for each other as they had so many things in common except for the fact that Sundar was born and brought up in a buzzing city unlike Pushpa who grew up in a dusty remote village. Annam had since then believed that Pushpa's marriage was perhaps the best thing to have happened in the Big House, after all the perils that kept occurring generation after generation.

But, are things about to change? Annam wondered.

Suddenly Annam heard the footsteps on the stairs and her heart began beating fast all over again. Sundar emerged with head bowed down, walked across the huge hall ignoring Annam's presence, opened the wooden cupboard, kept the railway time-table inside, closed the door and began walking back towards the stairs.

"Sundar!" Annam managed to call out with a shaky voice.

Sundar was taken aback as Annam had never called him by his name. As he turned and looked at his mother-in-law's face, he couldn't gauge her strange expression.

"I need to talk to you. Sit down," Annam showed a chair just opposite to her. Sundar dragged his feet to the chair and sat on the edge.

'We have never sat so close till date,' Annam thought. 'I am seeing the small black mole on his right cheek for the very first time. Unlike Balu, he seems to be clean-shaven every day. He must be trimming his mustache too.'

"Were you in the store room?" Annam asked bluntly. Sundar looked up, stared into her eyes for a moment before bowing his head down again.

"I did," Sundar replied hoarsely. "I am sorry about that. I had no business to do that."

"Well," Annam moved slightly forward on her chair, close enough to hear Sundar breathing. "I know you are embarrassed. I am sorry about that as well."

Sundar kept looking at the floor as if he was searching for words. It took a while before he eventually looked up and said in a firm voice. "It will remain a secret."

Annam was dumbfounded. Obviously, she didn't have any more questions to ask.

For the next few moments, only the gentle noise of the ceiling fan was heard in the room.

"Did you...enjoy watching..?" Annam lowered her voice and asked after prolonged hesitation. "I saw something...I thought you enjoyed watching us!"

Sundar looked up again and watched Annam very closely. He couldn't see any hint of guilt or embarrassment. But, her eyes were sparkling with a strange glow.

"You did enjoy that Sundar," Annam reiterated. "You left behind some clue and it is still very much there."

Sundar was still staring at his mother-in-law. He couldn't meet her eyes for long and had to lower his eyes when he saw her breasts heaving beneath the saree. He felt as though it had just dawned onto him that she doesn't put on a bra or blouse. His mind began rewinding the scenes he had witnessed and he could remember how Balu was playing with her huge boobs with unabashed lust. He also felt his dick had begun throbbing and his heart beating at a rapid pace.

"I am sorry," Sundar said with folded hands, stood up and started walking towards the stairs.

Annam didn't stop him.

'He will turn around to look at me,' Annam told herself. 'If he does, it means he wants me.'

Balu could have easily jumped the stairs and reached upstairs but just as he was about to place his foot on the wooden stairs, he got some mysterious instinct to turn back and look at his mother-in-law. He failed in overcoming the urge, stopped and turned back to look at Annam.

Annam smiled at Sundar as her expectation had come true. But, what she did next was something which Sundar never expected.

Even as Sundar stood wondering to smile back at his mother-in-law or not, she shockingly pulled off her saree from her left shoulder and revealed her naked boobs. Sundar froze at once but his eyes zoomed on Annam's marvelous boobs, dark red areola and perky nipples which looked like inviting him to savor. It took a few dreary moments for Sundar to come to terms with the reality before he swiftly turned away and climbed up the stairs quicker than ever before.

Annam continued smiling as she covered her naked breasts again and began walking towards the kitchen. She was convinced that Sundar has developed a deep lust for her and it was just a question of time before he eventually consummates. In hindsight, Annam also realized about her own lust for Sundar which seemed to have sprung from nowhere.

By the time Pushpa arrived early in the evening, a few things had taken place in the Big House. Sundar had masturbated a couple of times after his mother-in-law had sleazily displayed her boobs to him. Annam had managed to clean the cum stains on the store room walls with quite a bit of effort. The aroused lady still found time to fetch a fresh cucumber from the backyard and had played with her pussy fantasizing about her handsome son-in-law. Needless to say, preparing the evening snacks and country coffee didn't take much time for the experienced woman.

"Why are you always away from home?" Sundar chided Pushpa as she entered their room with the baby. "At least you can leave the baby with me if you are so keen in roaming around in this heat."

Pushpa was surprised at her husband's irritation.

"What is the problem dear?" She came close to Sundar and gently planted a kiss on his lips. "I know I am leaving you alone because of the marriage arrangements. But, we always have the nights to be together. Don't we?"

Sundar felt ashamed to have vented his anger on his unsuspecting wife. He was going through turmoil after watching Annam and Balu have sex; the conversation with his mother-in-law; her exposing of boobs and last but not the least the masturbation sessions he had been forced to indulge after all the day's developments.

"I love you Pushpa," Sundar muttered as he pulled his wife into a tight hug. "I wish we could leave this place as quick as possible. Let us return to our own sweet world."

Pushpa stroked her husband's hair and remained silent. She innocently assumed several reasons for her husband's sudden disenchantment. She was aware that Sundar was deeply attached to his parents as well as his profession. Although he loved visiting the village once in a year, he was extremely critical of the superstitions surrounding the Big House and the medieval beliefs of the village. She realized that the annual festival was packed with certain rituals which Sundar dismissed as irrational and demeaning women. Sundar was religious but was extremely averse to senseless customs in the village.

The third day of the annual festival was a testimony to what Sundar had always perceived as a blind faith. The day included some strange ceremonies that belied even common sense.

All the adult male residents of the village were mandated to move out of the village before dawn and stay near the community cremation yard which was a good four kilometers from the village. After sunrise, women of the village, wearing just a towel to hide their breasts and womanhood would walk towards the river with metal pots. The women would then take bath in the river, fetch water, carry the pots on their heads, march towards the temple and pour the water on the deity. New sets of dresses would be distributed to each one of them and the women would break coconuts to signal the culmination of the ceremony. Men were supposed to return only after hearing the temple bell once the coconut breaking ceremony was completed. In all these rituals, widows were forbidden to take part.

During this time, no vehicular traffic was allowed in and out of the village and if any male adult was found anywhere inside the village, he will be tied to a tree till evening. After sunset, the oldest living women of the village will hit the man with a thick stick and pour cow dung on his head before he is freed.

There were several explanations for the ritual and the simplest of them was to stop ghosts and evil spirits from entering the village while the women indulge in the purification act. But, as years passed by, the ritual served as an opportunity for many men of the village to gamble, consume country liquor and even visit whores elsewhere.

The funniest part of the whole ritual was that, members from the Big House were exempted outright. So, neither the male members of the Big House moved out of the village nor the female members needed to perform the purification rituals. After all, the Big House members were the heirs of the deity.

Balu had grabbed this opportunity to earn the goodwill of the village males. The family owned vast palm groves in the outskirts of the village and Balu ensured to be present in the farm the previous day itself. The hardworking peasants of the village were fond of 'toddy', a sort of alcoholic beverage extracted from the palmyra trees and they were very fond of the taste of the toddy from the saps of Balu's palm groves. Balu engaged daily wagers from outside to extract sufficient toddy for the villagers and of course, himself. He also knew a few aged widows who were keen to taste the toddy and had even offered a pot to his own mother sometime ago. Among umpteen reasons, Annam had always hated even the smell of toddy and had never even thought of trying it even once.

But, the Big House had witnessed more bizarre things happening and the future held a few more in its stock which none of the family members were. Not the least, Pushpa!

Pushpa somehow pacified her disturbed husband after which she sat with him to check the list of guests who might start arriving in four or five days. After spending some time with him, she laid the baby to sleep and went downstairs. Within seconds, Sundar's mind was engulfed with lusty thoughts about his mother-in-law and he realized that his arousal was becoming uncontrollable.

Annam, in the meanwhile saw nothing worrying in Pushpa's face and quickly concluded that Sundar had kept his word. She tried to be very normal as Pushpa explained about the list of guests Sundar had prepared. Just as Pushpa was about to move to a different topic, Annam quickly intervened.

"Is Ponni in the guest list?"

Pushpa stood silent for a moment.

"Aunt Ponni?" Pushpa asked in utter disbelief.

"Yes," Annam quipped. "She is my only sister and Balu's wedding could help us settle all our disputes."

Pushpa was delighted to hear what Annam said. Aunt Ponni was her favorite relative with whom she had spent a significant part of childhood. Somehow, things fell apart between Annam and Ponni and they stopped even talking to each other.

"I thought you scold me even to hear her name," Pushpa giggled. "You made my day mom. I will go right away and invite her for the wedding."

"That sounds good," Annam smiled. "I need to have a look at the list you and Sundar prepared. Why don't you ask Sundar to come down? By the time you return from Ponni's place, both of us could finalize the list."

"Sure mom," Pushpa cheerfully kissed Annam on her cheeks and sped upstairs.

Sundar was really annoyed with Pushpa but he managed to keep his nerve. He couldn't help cursing himself as he watched Pushpa walking out of the Big House carrying the baby. Images of Annam exposing her boobs started haunting Sundar all over again.

Sundar had heard the word 'Cougar' several times from his not-so-good friends in the city but he suddenly realized that Annam whom he had considered a prudish woman behaved more like that cougar. Not content with her incestuous affair with her son, she is planning to knock out her son-in-law as well. The damned woman seemed to have decided that the younger men of the family were good enough for safe seduction.

'Was she secretly lusting for me all these days or is she just trying to seduce me so that her affair with her son remains a secret forever?'

'Let me get over this ordeal as quickly as possible,' Sundar told himself before picking up the hand-written list and going downstairs again.

His discomfort grew when he realized that Annam was inside the bedroom instead of the hall where she normally sits while talking to someone. Sundar, although not afraid was nervous for sure as he inched closer to the bedroom. He saw Annam sitting with her back resting on the headboard and legs stretched on the mattress. She seemed to have taken another bath after that terrific fucking from her son and the loose strands of her long hair blew in the air.

Instinctively Sundar momentarily turned to his left looking for the ventilator before quickly reverting to Annam. The clever woman smiled mischievously as though she had expected him to have a look at the ventilator.

"Show me what you got," Annam spoke in a husky voice.

Sundar handed over the list with a gentle fear that the horny woman might try to touch his fingers while receiving it. His fear wasn't unfounded as Annam's fingers teasingly brushed his fingertips. It was deliberate and she wasn't making any attempt to conceal her intentional tease.

"I am sure you have seen everything, isn't it?" Annam asked Sundar with an undertone of sarcasm.

"Yes!"

"Anything you need to check again?" Annam winked at her son-in-law.

"No!"

Sundar watched Annam's face shimmering with a crooked smile, her eyes gawking into his eyes. Strangely, he couldn't evade her probing eyes as he started looking at her eyes intensely. Annam lowered her eyes and smiled inexplicably watching the inflating tent on Sundar's pants. That was a good enough clue for the horny woman as she got up from the bed and disregarding Sundar's edgy look she gently planted a lustful kiss on his lips.

Sundar felt the warmth of Annam's lips and the heat in her breath. Suddenly, their tongues were intertwined and their bodies were pressing hard against each other. Annam's nipples twitched and hardened against Sundar's chest and she felt Sundar's arousal rubbing between her thighs. Sundar stayed motionless as he could feel Annam's hands pulling him onto her and her fingers grabbing his ass cheeks to let his tent press hard against her crotch.

Annam being the more experienced, skillfully managed to let her saree slid through her left shoulder while her mouth held her son-in-law's lips deep inside. Sundar's trembling hands began wandering over his mother-in-law's body and paused momentarily on her shoulders before grabbing her wonder globes tentatively. Annam knew that Sundar can't go back after falling prey to his lust and decided to tease him before letting him surrender completely.

Annam relieved herself from Sundar's embrace, pushed him back gently and stared at him mischievously, enjoying the puzzled look on her son-in-law's face.

"Tell me now," She hushed holding and pressing her boobs against each other. "Did you love these when I showed you a while ago?"

Sundar stood like a statue. His eyes roamed over Annam's boobs as she kept massaging them temptingly. He wished he could say how much he loved watching her boobs and how much he wanted to fondle them with his itching hands, suck them with his hungry mouth, lick over the areola and whip those erect nipples with his drying tongue.

"I think you love doing things yourself than watching others doing it," Annam winked. Sundar couldn't believe the passion and lust glowing on Annam's round face.

Words weren't forthcoming for Sundar as he watched Annam kneeling in front of his crotch. All his virtues had collapsed and he was being led by sheer illicit lust. Somehow he felt as though he had been waiting for several years to see things happening the way they did.

Annam unzipped his pants and began yanked it down. Sundar looked down and was stunned to see the huge tent on his underwear. Annam licked her lips once before pulling it down letting her tender fingers to brush over his hairy thighs. Once the fully erect dick sprung out of its captivity, it quivered for a few times before standing in full strength and length. Sundar quickly unbuttoned his shirt and waited for Annam to do what she looked like intended to do. Annam looked overwhelmed seeing the long, round and rigid dick of her loving son-in-law.

"You like compliments Sundar?" Annam whispered with a smile. "Yours is the biggest I have ever seen in my life. It is longer than your father-in-law and Sundar by a fair distance."

Sundar was desperate to return the compliments by mentioning about her large boobs but he couldn't gather words to speak.

Annam smiled as though she could understand Sundar's dilemma. She was willing to wait until she can make her son-in-law indulge in some dirty talking. But, she wasn't willing to wait to feel his enormous dick in her mouth after she saw the shining drop of cum on the top. Her fingers draped around the shining tip of his dick before running down to the bottom and surging up again. Sundar could feel hot blood flowing through his nerves feeling Annam's fingers brushing the soft skin of his dick. His eyes widened and heart pumped harder as Annam leaned and started flicking the tip of his dick with her tongue. She looked up for just a split second before her eager mouth surrounded his pulsating dick. Letting the warmth of her mouth to radiate on Sundar's dick, her tongue began whirling around until the dick tip hit her throat.

"mmmmmmmm!," was all Sundar could murmur. He kept closing and opening his eyes as Annam kept bobbling her mouth over his dick. While rubbing her cunt with her left hand she cupped his balls with the right hand and pressed it gently. Her cheeks concaved in and out as he picked pace in sucking her son-in-law's dick. Occasionally, she relieved his dick and moved to his testicles to lick them with her long pink tongue. She even grabbed his dick and yanked it while her mouth devoured his balls one after another.

Sundar was biting his lips and grunting. Annam resumed working on his dick and sucked deliriously. Sundar could sense her dribbling around his dick as her tongue swirled all over and couldn't resist thrusting forward to send his dick deeper into her mouth. Sundar pulled her head towards his crotch to let his dick dive deeper into her mouth. Annam, the experienced woman that she was, managed to keep her motions in control while Sundar started his initial moves to fuck her mouth. Now, it was Annam who was moaning aloud on his dick. As she looked up Sundar could see the glitter in her lusty eyes while her mouth relentlessly worked on his bloated dick. No wonder, Sundar was approaching his climax.

Pushing his head back, Sundar quaked as his dick began shooting loads of cum into Annam's mouth. It took a couple of seconds for him to realize that his mother-in-law was swallowing each and every load of his cum without even missing a drop. She continued sucking his dick until Sundar's balls got completely drained. Sundar knew that his mother-in-law had given him the best blow-job of his life and realized that it was just the beginning of what might be the most memorable sexual experiences of his entire life.

It wasn't a long wait for Sundar! Annam quickly was on the bed licking her lips and smiling like a true seductress. With amazing ease, she pulled off her saree and let Sundar have a good look of her sexy naked body. Sundar jumped onto the cot and his hands involuntarily reached Annam's boobs pressing his palm against her protruding nipples. He watched Annam biting her lips as his fingers began feeling her erect nipples and the sexy areolas. Holding one of her nipple between this thumb and index finger he gently tweaked it while his hungry mouth started sucking the other nipple. Soon, his mouth opened wider and sucked one boob while he began massaging another boob with his wandering hand. Annam was gasping in delight while Sundar's dick was getting the rejuvenation it needed. Her tender fingers began wandering over his dense dark hair while his mouth began a downward journey from her boobs towards her crotch. When his lips stopped on her throbbing pussy, he felt Annam's body quiver briefly before her legs moved apart.

"Oh! That feels so good," Annam murmured.

Sundar continued kissing around her thighs and pussy making Annam squirm on the bed while his eyes feasted on her pink pussy and the swollen lips inside. His fingers reached her slit and slowly entered making Annam slacken a bit. Soon, his fingers began gently rubbing inside her slit for a while before finding her clit. The more his fingers touched her clit, the more excited Annam was getting making Sundar even more aroused.

Sundar's mouth inched towards her bloated pussy lips and his tongue leaped out to stroke around her slit which aroused her even more. His tongue kept lashing at her pussy while the helpless woman kept squirming on the bed with intense passion. Her long fingers sieved his hair while she pushed her pussy against his face. Sundar took the cue and let his tongue deeper inside her wet pussy licking all the way. After a few enthralling moments, Annam screeched in excitement as his tongue whipped at her clitoris.

"Ahhaa Sundar!," Annam cried out in absolute delight encouraging Sundar to keep going. Sundar, the good lover that he was, continued feasting on her pussy while his hands found her marvelous boobs and tweaked her erect nipples. As he picked up pace, her legs pulled him even tighter while her fingers fiercely grabbed his hair. Annam soon approached her orgasm.

"Ohhhhhh! I'm cummmmminnnggg!"

It was frenzy as Annam's thighs banged on either side of his face and clasped together. Sundar remained unnerved as his tongue kept digging in and out of Annam's flowing pussy, lapping up the warm liquid. It took a while for Annam's orgasm to settle after which her grip on Sundar's head loosened up a little.

Annam felt like complimenting her son-in-law but preferred to let him enjoy the experience without any words being exchanged. Sundar had amazingly given her a memorable orgasm in quick time. It was her turn to reciprocate. She quickly remembered that Sundar had watched her riding her son earlier on the day. She decided to let her son-in-law enjoy her in the same position as she knew that those scenes might be still fresh in Sundar's mind.

Annam slowly pushed Sundar on his back after which she leaned and straddled his waist. Sundar pulled her onto him letting her wonder boobs smashing against his bare chest. His hard took no time to harden as he felt the beaming warmth of his mother-in-law's pussy. He felt Annam adjusting her body just a bit to let her bushy crotch brush against his throbbing dick. It was an amazing feeling for Sundar as he helplessly let out a loud moan.

As Annam started grinding her body, Sundar began thrusting the tip of his dick inside her moist slit. Annam's body quivered for a moment before her lips engulfed Sundar's mouth even while her body continued grinding to let her son-in-law's dick find its passage into her pussy. Sundar's hands went around her well-shaped body to find her fleshy ass cheeks and grabbed them with candid passion. Annam moaned inside Sundar's mouth.

Things began happening faster as Annam sat up and crouched above his dick to place her pussy in exact position. She grabbed and directed his dick into her slit while Sundar's hands moved from her ass cheeks to her waist to grip tightly. Within seconds, Annam eased herself onto the erect dick with her pussy clasping in a tight grip. Annam showed all her experience with a few little movements as she let his dick stab inside her waiting pussy. Sundar's eyes were wide open to realize his mother-in-law had completely impaled herself on his monstrous dick. Annam's pussy amazingly accommodated her son-in-law's massive dick within the next few seconds with a few more erotic movements.

"You are the big man of the Big House," Annam groaned excitedly. She felt no shame in realizing that Sundar's dick was the biggest of all the three cocks she had seen in her life. The elated woman wasted no time to start moving up and down on her son-in-law's enormous dick, relishing every second of feeling her pussy letting the huge dick move in and out in amazing harmony.

Sundar got bolder by the time and began thrusting his dick in tune with Annam's bouncing action. His dick went deeper and deeper as his frenzy thrusts increased and intensified as seconds ticked. On her part, Annam kept gyrating her pussy holding her son-in-law's dick inside while Sundar stretched his arms to grab the wobbling boobs of his mother-in-law who was showing him the seventh heaven. Unable to resist temptation, Sundar tweaked and pulled her hardened nipples occasionally while his hands squeezed the round boobs all the time. The duo had gained tremendous speed fucking each other and couldn't stifle their lusty moans at this point.

Annam was amazed to see how skillfully Sundar kept increasing his fucking speed while his hands remained intact on her massive bouncing boobs and kept squeezing them even harder. Sundar was equally overwhelmed with surprise watching his mother-in-law jump like crazy on his plummeting dick. The expression on Annam's face as she neared her climax was unbelievable and so were her loud groans. Falling on his chest, Annam's hands went around Sundar's neck till her next orgasm was completely over.

Sundar gently pushed her over onto the bed, crawled behind her, got on his knees and pressed her back making her bent over. His dick forced into Annam's pussy in one strong thrust and his balls slammed against her. Annam's body arched a bit feeling the big dick finding its way back into her pussy. Sundar took a while taking out his dick gently and sending it back into her pussy more fiercely. Annam bit her lips feeling her cunt getting ploughed by her son-in-law's dick with tremendous speed. Soon, he was fucking her in a speed like never before bringing her to the verge of another climax. He continued his rampage into her pussy which held his massive tool in a tight grip.

Annam began screaming in delight relishing the delirious pounding of her beloved son-in-law. Her ageing body showed no signs of weariness as it combated with the youthful force and animated lust of her partner. Her moans were out of sheer joy and hunger as her pussy muscles kept reacting to the magical speed of Sundar's dick. It looked like as though they have been fucking all through their life as their bodies worked in perfect unison. But, all good things eventually need to come to a close.

Sundar could feel the sensation in his balls and the heat accumulating at the bottom of his prick while he had reached his maximum speed fucking in and out of Annam's pussy. He quickly realized that he was about to explode inside his mother-in-law's pussy which excited him like never before. Annam knew that her lover was on the verge of his climax and was thrilled with the prospect of her pussy being flooded with his cum for the very first time. She began to rock back and forth meeting Sundar's hysterical pounding as though she wanted the explosion to occur at once.

When Sundar eventually emptied his cum load inside her pussy, she responded with a very loud howl, something Sundar had never heard before. Load after load, his dick kept splashing inside Annam's pussy until his balls were completely drained. Annam's pussy milked his dick to take even the last drop and once done their motions gradually slowed down before they became still and collapsed on the bed.

Both Sundar and Annam were looking at the ceiling as they breathed hard to let their bodies to chill down. It took a few minutes and quite a bit of courage for Sundar to eventually raise his head, turn towards Annam and plant a gentle kiss on her drying lips.

Annam was still lying on the bed naked with legs spread wide apart and still looking at the ceiling when Sundar was about to leave the room back in his dress. He wished he could break the silence and say something to Annam but felt nervous as he gently walked towards the door.

"Thanks Sundar," Annam murmured in a tone just enough to be heard by Sundar.

As Sundar started climbing up the stairs, it suddenly dawned to him that he had fallen from grace to such an unimaginable depth. 'Why did I start and how do I stop?'

He wasn't aware that whatever little grace was left in him would eventually be erased completely in the following days by another woman whom he had never met in his life before.

When Pushpa returned home after inviting Aunt Ponni, she never had any clue about what went on during her absence. The poor woman didn't have any clue about the future shocks the Big House was about to witness. Lastly, she never had any idea that the woman she had just invited to Balu's wedding would be the one to change Sundar, the gentle husband into a sex maniac.