[Beautyajitha2]

I read this story on the internet, but the narrative path was cut off. Even though the story was not continued, I really liked the characters in it. I am trying to write a story using those same characters.


Lakshmi - Mother

My mother would look almost like a supporting actress. You know, like an item girl in the movie Saithan, a real "naatu kattai" (sturdy/curvaceous woman). She’d look just like her, but very fair-skinned. At home and outside, she is always in a saree. Especially in the home garden, her saree never stays properly on her body; she is always doing some work or another. She doesn't mind the saree because no one lives around our house. She has the confidence of "who is going to come?" Sometimes while she's working in the garden, the saree will shift like a thread between her two breasts. Seeing her scrub clothes while letting her size 36 breasts jiggle—oh boy, I’d get an instant erection. Yes, I started "sight-hitting" (checking out) my mom since I was in the 12th grade. My hobby back then was reading incest stories.


Let’s go to the story:


When Madhan left the house, his only desire was to drink toddy. However, he didn't realize that the moment he turned back because he suddenly remembered the motor belt, his life was going to change.
As he crossed the garden fence, a heavy moaning sound pierced his ears. Realizing it was his mother Lakshmi's voice, his heart began to beat fast. When he looked inside through the small window of the motor room, that room had turned into a den of lust.


The room was very small; the sound of the running motor and the smell of old oil created a sense of tightness (claustrophobia). There, Lakshmi lay flat on her back under a 60-year-old man. The old man had pulled her skirt up above her waist and was buried in her pussy, licking it frantically. Lakshmi tossed her head from side to side and moaned obscenely, "Ah... mmm... lick deeper... your tongue is piercing my hole..."


Lakshmi was now kneeling on the floor, holding her buttocks high in a doggy-style position. The old man, feeling her widened pussy, placed his thick, dark penis at its entrance and pushed it all the way in with one hard thrust. "Ah... just like that... stab deep, old man... your dick is hitting my womb..." Lakshmi screamed. The old man grabbed her waist firmly and began to thrust rapidly. As his penis went in and out, a "sathak... pasak..." sound echoed inside the small room. Madhan stood outside, watching his mother's pussy-shaking performance without blinking.


After a while, the old man leaned her against the wall and told her to lift one leg and put it over his waist. In this position, he inserted his penis into her pussy and squeezed and kneaded her large breasts with his hands. Lakshmi moaned in pain and pleasure, biting his lips.


"Your breasts are so big, Lakshmi... I feel like biting them," the old man said, to which she replied, "Bite... bite and tear them... see how your dick is ripping my pussy..." as she spoke words of lust.


A short while later, the old man turned her toward him and sat her in a '69' position. Lakshmi stuffed that dirty old man's black penis into her mouth and began to suck it frantically. At the same time, the old man's tongue swirled inside Lakshmi's pussy. As Lakshmi reached her climax, her vaginal fluids sprayed out, soaking the old man's face. Then the old man laid her on the floor and shoved his dark penis into her pussy. The "sathak... pachak..." sound echoed in that small room. Lakshmi scratched his back with her nails and screamed, "Stab... stab deep... your dick is going all the way to my womb..." When the job was done, the old man sprayed his semen into Lakshmi's mouth and on her breasts and left.


"Your cum is so tasty, old man..." she said as she began to suck his penis. Seeing all this, Madhan's body began to tremble, but he didn't have the heart to move from that spot.


The old man sprayed his semen into Lakshmi's mouth and on her breasts and left. Lakshmi lay there in exhaustion for an hour. When she came out, Madhan saw her face to face. A long silence lingered between them. Madhan moved away without saying a word.


When Madhan returned home that evening, his mind was filled with the scenes he had witnessed in the motor room. It was something a son would never expect from his mother. The change visible in his gaze unsettled Lakshmi. Madhan no longer saw her as a mother; rather, he saw her as a tool to protect his secret. 10:30 PM. Defying the silence of the house, Lakshmi entered Madhan's room. Her eyes were tearful. "Madhan... don't make this a big deal. What I did was wrong," she whispered.


But Madhan had now changed into a different person. "Mother, that intimacy you showed with that old man made me realize new truths. I only just understood that you are also an ordinary woman," he said in a cold voice. Every word of his pierced Lakshmi's heart like a spear.


Madhan grabbed her hands. The firmness in that grip indicated the power shift that was about to come. Lakshmi didn't have the courage to face her son. In the moonlight falling through the window, Madhan stared at her face without blinking. The perverse dominance visible in his eyes terrified Lakshmi.


Silence filled the house all that night. Out of fear, Lakshmi did not come out of the kitchen. Madhan sat in the hall watching some pornographic videos on his mobile. Those breasts and the pussy he had seen in the motor room kept coming and going before his eyes.


For the next two days, a graveyard-like silence prevailed in the house. Lakshmi was afraid to look Madhan in the eye. But Madhan approached her cunningly. One evening, while the father was out, Lakshmi was grinding batter in the kitchen. Madhan: (Leaning against the kitchen doorway) "What, Mom... grinding for a long time today? You don't have the same speed today that you had in the motor room in front of that old man?" The vessel in Lakshmi's hand slipped and fell.

 Her eyes welled up. Lakshmi: "Madhan... do you... do you know what you're talking about? I'm your mother..." Madhan: "You are the mother... I'm not saying no. But when that old man crushed your thali (wedding chain) and kneaded your breasts, what happened to the respect you gave that thali? Should the secret of your body, which a 60-year-old man knows, not be known to the son who was born to you?" 

Lakshmi cried and pleaded, "It happened without my knowledge... please don't tell your father." Madhan slowly went near her and stroked the thali on her neck with his fingers. Madhan: "If I'm not to tell Father, you have to listen to what I say. 

What did that old man do to you that was so great? Did you feel that much pleasure when he put that wrinkled dick into your pussy?" Lakshmi bowed her head in shame and asked, "Madhan... is this a question a son asks?"


One day at noon, while the father was away at work, Lakshmi was in the kitchen chopping vegetables. Madhan slowly entered and stood behind her.


Madhan: "What, Mom... is the jacket too tight? The hook at the back looks like it's about to snap."
Lakshmi was shocked. Madhan had never spoken like this before. "Madhan... what kind of talk is this? Move away," she said nervously.

Madhan: "Why, Mom? Why this shyness with your own son when you didn't have any showing it to that old man? What I saw in the motor room that day is still before my eyes. Didn't it hurt you when the thali (wedding chain) Dad tied was dancing on top of him that day?"

The knife in Lakshmi’s hand fell. Her eyes welled up. "Madhan... it happened without my knowledge. Don't think ill of me," she cried.

Madhan: "I don't think ill of you, Mom... but I am surprised. I’m just sad that the respect shown to that old man's dick isn't given to this young fellow here. That moaning sound you made when he climbed on you and ploughed you... before that, was this thali just a piece of string?"

Lakshmi remained silent. The double meanings in Madhan's words created a kind of itch within her.
In the following days, Madhan’s boldness increased. While Lakshmi was folding clothes in the hall, Madhan sat right in front of her and began stroking his hand over his pants.

Madhan: "See, Mom... ever since I saw you sucking off that old man, this won't stay down. I need a solution for this."
Lakshmi turned her face away but did not move from the spot. Madhan slowly got up, took Lakshmi's lace bra from the laundry, and sniffed it right in front of her.

Madhan: "Your scent is all over this, Mom... how must it have felt for that old man when you stripped this off for him?"

Lakshmi smiled slightly. "You are a real criminal... what exactly do you want?"
Madhan sat beside her and asked, "Tell me the truth, Mom... how did that old man get you ready? Was his dick really that big?"

Lakshmi bowed her head in shame. "That... one day while I was working in the backyard, he untied his dhoti and showed it to me. Seeing that thickness did something to me. After that, the motor room became our world two days a week," she described each detail.

"Tell me in more detail, Mom," Madhan said as he began kneading his mother's breasts. While squeezing her heavy breasts over her saree, he whispered in her ear, "Tell me... how did that dirty old man fix you up? I want to know how it all started."

Lakshmi, shivering in her son’s grip, began to recount the old memories.
"It was a month ago... when your father had gone out of town. The old laborer who came for garden work brought a basket of plants. His dhoti had slipped a bit. When he bent down to set the plants, I accidentally saw that big dick inside his dhoti. To be honest, I had never seen anything that big... it was black, thick, like an iron pillar."
Madhan slowly unbuttoned her jacket, slipped his hand inside her bra, and twisted her nipples. "What did you feel when you saw it? Did you feel like lying with him right away?"

"No... I felt a tremor inside. As a woman, my mind tried to stop me. But the eyes that saw that thickness kept going back there," Lakshmi said, panting.

Madhan slowly pushed Lakshmi's bra upward, bringing her heavy breasts fully out. Squeezing the nipples with his fingers, he asked perversely, "Then what happened? How did you suppress the fluid that surged inside you when you saw that thickness?"

Lakshmi, her eyes closing at her son's touch, continued:

"I couldn't sleep at all that night... whenever I closed my eyes, I remembered that old man's rugged dick. The next day when he came to the garden, I intentionally took him some water to drink. When he stood there without a shirt, drenched in sweat, his dark body did something to me."
"As he drank water, I stared without blinking at the thickness bulging inside his dhoti. He noticed it. Even though he was a laborer, he understood the longing in my eyes. When he asked, 'What, Madam... what are you looking at so deeply?' my whole body trembled."

"That evening he came to me and said, 'Madam... there’s a function at home, I need a little advance money.' That’s when a perversion entered my mind. I wanted to test him. I asked, 'Will you do what I say if I give you the money?'
 
He asked, 'What is it, Madam?'"

"I sat in the kitchen, stretched out my legs, and said, 'If you show respect to these legs and my pussy with your tongue, I’ll give you more money than you asked for.' He didn't think for even a minute... he fell at my feet, lifted my saree, and started licking."

Madhan now completely untied and threw away Lakshmi’s saree and sat her on his lap. "And then... what did you do in the motor room that day? How many positions?"

Lakshmi now spoke without shame, "I thought he was just my servant, but that day he made me his slave. In those three hours, he did so many things."

"So, did he rip your pussy that very day... is that right?"

"No... that whole day he just licked and wiped my pussy with his tongue. I stuffed my pallu (saree end) in my mouth so I wouldn't scream. After he finished licking my pussy, he rubbed his dick against my face. He said, 'Today it's just the tongue... come to the motor room next time, and I'll show you the taste of this thickness,' and then he left."

Madhan now slid his hand even deeper inside Lakshmi’s skirt, beginning to slowly stroke her wet area. Her breath hit his neck like a blast of heat.


Madhan looked directly into her eyes and asked with a perverse smile, "What, Mom... I’m touching and Ravaging your body like this now, but you aren't even trying to stop me. Why? You used to say 'birth son'... where did that old motherly affection go now?"

Lakshmi was silent for a minute; her breasts rose and fell within Madhan's hands. Then she began to speak in a trembling voice.

"It’s true, Madhan... initially, those old-fashioned thoughts, that sacred 'womanly feeling' of being a mother-son, stopped me. When I said 'It's wrong, Madhan,' it was truly out of fear. But after you saw the pleasure I got from that old man in the motor room, that old Lakshmi inside me died," she said in a dull voice.

"Now that old man has gone to his village... I need the pleasure of that thickness. Besides, these antics of yours... they have gradually changed my mind," Lakshmi said.

"Even when you were just sitting and watching TV, your gaze would always be on my breasts and the folds of my waist. As a woman, I knew it well. That arrogance in the way you looked at me naked with your eyes created a kind of itch within me."

"When I was grinding batter in the kitchen, you coming and standing glued behind me... your hand brushing against me while I was cutting vegetables... I thought all that happened by accident. But a kind of 'male arrogance' in those touches made me falter."

"When I came out of the bathroom after bathing, you would be standing right there... a perversion would show on your face when you saw my wet body. Instead of being a son, the way you enjoyed my body as a man made me think, 'I wonder if our son has the same speed that old man had.'"

Madhan, dominating his mother's body, said, "Even when Dad is at home, you let me touch you without fear... just thinking about it drives me crazy."

Madhan completely stripped off and threw away Lakshmi's bra and held her heavy breasts in his hands. Lakshmi shook out her hair and, leaning on Madhan's lap, began to describe the secret antics Madhan had done while her husband (Madhan’s father) was at home.

"Your father would be reading the paper in the hall... I’d be working in the kitchen. You’d come in pretending to drink water... then your hands would brush against the folds of my waist as if by accident. At those times, a great struggle would happen in my mind, Madhan," Lakshmi said, panting.

"The second your hand touched my waist, the motherly feeling inside me would say, 'Madhan is your son... just think his hand touched you unknowingly.' But when you intentionally pressed and brushed against me, my womanly instinct knew, 'No... he is touching me as a man.' In that embarrassment, I’d be terrified to even look up at you."

"Do you remember? One night you were sitting and eating next to your father. While I was serving, you stretched out your leg under the table and rubbed my calf. When you did that right in front of your father's eyes, it felt like electricity surged through my whole body. On one hand, there was the fear of 'Oh god... what is he doing? What will happen if your father sees?' but on the other hand, a pleasure in that touch slowly created a wetness in my pussy."
Madhan, biting her nipple, said, "Everything I did in front of Dad was just a trailer, Mom... today is the main picture. The sound of the moans you screamed with that old man is still ringing in my ears. That sound must be heard inside this house today."





He whispered in her ear, "Then, shall I fix you up faster than that old man?" Lakshmi put her arms around his neck.
"Yes, Madhan... even though you are my son, you are standing before me as a man now. Those antics you did to me have triggered that itch in my pussy again. That old man came as a laborer and quenched my thirst. But you, being my own flesh and blood, dominating me now gives me a strange pleasure."


Lakshmi now fully began to see Madhan as her lover. "There is nothing more to fear or be ashamed of. I know you will give me more than what that old man gave me. From now on, I am your slave... let your hands go wherever they need to go on my body," she said and completely stripped off her jacket.



Madhan leaned toward her ear and whispered, "What’s the rush, Mom? You yourself said how that old man primed your body before stabbing you deeply... I desire to enjoy you fully in the same way." Madhan leaned close to her ear and said, "Your birthday is coming up in three days, isn't it, Mom... until then, there's no 'main matter' for you. But just watch how this Madhan is going to Ravage you for these three days."

"Alright, Mom... tell me a truth. How is Dad's performance in bed? How thick is he? How long does he keep you happy?" Madhan asked very calmly.

Lakshmi began to pant. "Madhan... this... this is too much..."
"Tell me, Mom... I need to know," Madhan said as he slowly twisted her nipple.

Lakshmi said with distress, "Your father... his length is quite good. It’s about 7 inches. He has the stamina to last about half an hour. But... but it’s not enough for me, Madhan. After seeing that old man’s 9-inch rod and his rugged play, your father’s seems like just a stick to me."

When Madhan heard this, he gave her nipple a hard bite. Lakshmi screamed, "Ah..."

"You damn slut... you’re calling 7 inches a stick? Your pussy has too much arrogance!"

The moment Madhan said that word, a kind of perverse happiness appeared on Lakshmi's face. The fact that her own birth son called her such a disgusting word and scolded her completely woke up the dormant lustful madness within her.

She now knelt before Madhan with not a single thread on her body, with only her thali string around her neck.

"Madhan... I really like how you scolded me like that. Scold me more... scold me even more filthily and perversely. As you scold me, my pussy starts watering, Madhan. Whatever disgusting words come out of your mouth, call this woman those and scold me..." Lakshmi said like she was possessed.

"Is that so? When I scold you, instead of feeling ashamed, you feel an itch? Seeing my dick, you have this much lust without even seeing me as your birth son? Yes... you are a pure slut! Acting like a mother inside the house, while holding perverse thoughts about your own son in your mind."

"I am going to subdue that arrogance in your pussy today. You have to stay in this state for the whole day today. From cooking to mopping the floor, you must roam around naked inside this house like this. Only then will I enjoy every atom of your body," Madhan laughed perversely.

Lakshmi said fearfully, "Oh god, Madhan... like this for the whole day? Your father could come at any time..."
Though Lakshmi writhed in pain, her body trembled with a kind of arousal. "Alright... just as you said, I will be your naked doll in this house all day today. But... keep scolding me with those perverse words... that is what gets me high," she said and knelt at his feet.

He took an empty glass from the table and held it out to her. "Alright... now I want a special coffee. But it shouldn't be made with milk. You have to piss in this glass right now in front of me. I am going to drink that hot piss as coffee today. Will you do it, my darling slut?" he laughed perversely.

Lakshmi was shocked for a moment. "Madhan... that... how can I..." she hesitated.
"Yes, Mom... only then will I know the salty taste of your body. Go... go and get it," Madhan commanded.
Though the idea was initially disgusting to Lakshmi, a strange desire was born within her the next second. She slowly approached Madhan and, while stroking his penis with her hand, suggested an idea.

"Madhan... just my urine alone won't be good. Can we 'mix' your urine in it too and make coffee? It would be even more intimate if both of us drank it together," she laughed obscenely.

That talk heated Madhan up even more. "You devil... are you ready to drink even your birth son's piss?"
First, Madhan let his urine into the mug, and Lakshmi watched it without blinking. Next, Lakshmi sat in a squat in front of Madhan, spread her pussy, and let her urine into the mug. Looking at that yellow liquid where both were mixed, Lakshmi asked, "Madhan... this looks like coffee already. What if we just drink it as it is?"

"Don't be in a hurry... first, boil this well, make coffee, and bring it."