Adultery The Glass Dolls (victims of the nature) (Upd Sep 10)

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To know the effect of the “wishes/wrath of the nature” on these glass dolls, lets read a story of a young boy Tarun who is in stage 2 of this “decease”




Saroja aged 41 mother of this young boy had drifted off to sleep late after flirting with her son all night, woke up in the morning—not because of her baby’s hunger, but because of her son's hunger.

She had delivered a baby girl a year back with her son already in teens. Her husband Rajesh who made her pregnant after so much gap has died 3 months back due to some “health” issue. Neither Saroja nor Tarun know the actual reason for his death is some thing else.  We will soon know the reason for his death.

With her feminine desires still very much alive, and realizing that this new arrangement was beneficial and pleasurable for everyone, she decided to bury any lingering doubts. She resolved to live a fulfilling and happy life with her son. Feeling a sense of relief and with her body beginning to crave sex in anticipation of future pleasures, she slowly got out of bed and headed to the bathroom to attend to her morning routine.

Moments after Saroja woke up, Tarun also opened his eyes.

Saroja reminisced about the intense pleasure Tarun had given her the previous night. She resolved that to strengthen the new bond forming between them, they needed to indulge in their intimacy relentlessly for the next few days—ignoring fatigue and exhaustion. She wanted to make their union memorable by experimenting with new ways, creating sweet, unforgettable physical pleasures. After relieving herself, she returned and lay lazily on the bed.

Upon waking, Tarun—acting out of habit—turned onto his side towards his mother. He dbangd his arm over her body and began caressing her breasts while nuzzling his face into the curve of her neck.

At her son's touch, desire stirred within Saroja once again... Anxieties began to surface...

“Mm... hmmm... Has the young master woken up?” She spoke while tilting her head slightly and inhaling the scent of her son's hair; meanwhile, she guided his hand—which was wandering over her breasts—to rub against her skin, spreading the moisture around.

Responding to his mother's welcome, Tarun gently nibbled at her neck. He lifted his face to meet hers—her lips parted and glistening with saliva, heavy with desire—and pressed his own against them, slowly transitioning into a deep French kiss.

As the pressure of his kiss ignited the flames of passion within her, she wrapped one arm around the back of his head, pulling his face firmly against hers. Locking mouths, she let out soft moans—"Mmm... ugh..."—and engaged in an intense, playful struggle of lips, matching his fervor.

Signalling the rising tide of lust within him, Tarun began to knead and squeeze her breasts.

Saroja moved her other hand to her son's buttocks, gripping them firmly to pull his hips against her own, while her thighs searched for the hardness of his arousal.

After savoring the nectar of her lips for a while, Tarun showered her face with kisses—alternating between gentle pecks and playful nips—leaving her skin glistening with his saliva.

"Oh, you rascal... you've covered me in saliva," she said with a laugh, wiping it away with her fingers; then, gazing at him seductively, she sucked those very fingers into her mouth. As he settled in...

“Mmm... Mom... I really want something...” he said coaxingly, nuzzling against her shoulders.



“Mmm... I know... it’s your morning feed, isn't it? Mmm... I feel better getting that weight off my chest too. Here, take your feed... suckle away,” she said. With one hand, she guided her son’s face toward her breasts; with the other, she adjusted her right breast, guiding the nipple into his mouth and gently pressing his face against her.

As Tarun happily suckled and drank the milk his mother offered, she murmured, “Oh my... what a wonderful sensation it is when you suckle like that. We women get so used to this pleasure that we’d let you men fuck us however you pleased... Suck hard, dear... Only women like us know the bliss of feeling the milk spurt from the nipples... Go on... baby might wake up any moment... Suck quickly; once you finish this one, you have to suckle the other one too...” She pressed his face firmly against her bosom as he nursed.

After Tarun had drained the first breast, and before she could offer the second one, he said with a petulant look, “You’re just saying baby might wake up so you can get this over with and slip away... That’s cheating, Mom...”

Seeing that look on his face, Saroja felt a wave of affection and gently... She rapped him on the head and said, "Get lost, you rascal... or do you want me to fuck you? Your plan... hmm... there’s definitely no time for that. You have to spend the next three nights with your 'new bride'—meaning me, your mother. I told you yesterday: skip sch ool for these two days. Leave the baby at the neighbor's place until she gets back, and then, once the baby is asleep for the night, come fuck me. Until then, you’ll have to keep your 'horse' under control. Here, suck on this before she wakes up..." She thrust her breast into his mouth.

As he sucked, she stroked his head in ecstasy, feeling a deep sense of satisfaction.

"Mom, this isn't fair... you know that after drinking milk, my thing gets incredibly hard and restless... what do you expect me to do about it, Mother?" he asked after finishing.

"Hmm... I’m not a newlywed bride, you know. Even if you’re ravenous for it, doing it in broad daylight is a bit much..." she said playfully, pushing her son away as she got off the bed.

Just then, the baby woke up and called out, "Mommy!"—instantly changing the atmosphere in the room.

Saroja quickly slipped on her nightgown, picked up her daughter, and headed toward the bathroom. "Go on, Tarun... go get some chicken. You need the strength, after all. Meanwhile, I’ll tend to the baby’s needs and get things ready... go," she urged her son, giving him a playful nudge. With a smile...

Delighted by the advice his mother had given him and thinking about his new girlfriend—imagining exactly how he would fuck her—he wrapped his lungi around his hardening cock to conceal it and slowly made his way to his bedroom.

As he stepped out to fetch some chicken, he spotted neighbor Aunty called Anitha ... looking as though she were waiting for someone.

"What is it, Anitha Aunty... who are you waiting for?"

"For the milkman..."

(To herself) "Ugh... with the milkman, of all people?" she thought, before quickly composing herself—lately, such thoughts kept crossing her mind.

"Aunty, the milkman isn't coming; he didn't deliver to us either. When I called, he said his bike had a flat tire, so I'm heading to the market."

"Tarun... get a liter of milk for us too."

"Aunty... what do you need milk for?"

Just then, Hasini, her beautiful daughter stepped outside. She was wearing a nightgown—a knee-length, single-piece gown—and looked lovely.

"Good morning, Hasini."

"Good morning, Tarun... where are you off to so early?"

"Chicken...   for milk also"

"Why go looking for milk outside when you have a milk factory right at your home?"

He gets really annoyed when someone cracks snide jokes like that first thing in the morning.

"Well, you've got two 'milk tanks' at your place too... so why do *you* need it?" he retorts irritably before walking away.

Auntie asks her daughter angrily, "Why do you always tease him like that?"

While closing  the door Hasini replies, "Mom, when you asked him to bring a liter of milk for us, he asked, 'Why do *you* need it?'... You understood what he meant by that, right? That’s exactly why I threw the same line back at him."

Half an hour later, Tarun knocks on Auntie's door.

Hasini opens the door—thinking to herself, "Oh great, look who's showing up first thing in the morning"—and he hands over the milk packets he bought for them.

"Thanks."

"Thanks is fine... but why have you left the top two buttons undone?"

"It's just the two of us at home, isn't it?"

"But what if someone shows up while you're opening the door like this?"

"Tarun... I know your style of knocking on the door; I knew it was you. That’s exactly why I undid one more button."

Tarun, already feeling restless and aroused after the lovemaking session with his mother that had been going on since the previous night, couldn't hold back his words in response to Hasini:

"Hey... I already have a wife. Don't go getting any ideas about me."



Hasini knew he was a mama's boy; in his eyes, his mother was a wife too.

"That's fine... a guy with your stamina needs two women."

"Hasini... shall we go to a movie?"

She jumped up excitedly and said, "Sure, Tarun! The treat's on me." She knew he would agree; staying at home meant being entirely wrapped up in his mother's world, whereas going out for a bit gave his mother some rest too.

At home, hearing the sound of water from the bathroom and realizing his mother was inside, he walked up to the door and asked in a low voice, "Mom... are you in there? Can I come in?"

Saroja turned off the shower and replied from inside, "If you think of me as 'Mom,' you'd have to think twice about whether you can come in or not. But if you think of me as your 'wife,' there's nothing to think about... a husband doesn't really need permission to be with his wife, does he?" She replied playfully...

“It’s not that... I was just wondering how you are and what you’re doing...” he mumbled as he slowly stepped into the room.

Saroja lay in the bathtub like a queen, her body submerged in bubbly water; she had her arms stretched out along the tub's edges, exuding an aura of pure sensuality.

Even at her age, she looked incredibly sexy in that pose.

Her full breasts rose above the water line, revealing brown nipples and the prominent, firm peaks that seemed designed to drive a man wild with desire.

“What does it matter how I look? Is there any part of a wife’s body that her husband hasn’t seen? You, my little husband, saw it all last night, didn't you? No wife would ever object to her husband watching her—in fact, a wife enjoys it even more when he looks. Even if she’s peeing... a real man is one who can tease his wife and pleasure her in that moment too. Come here, my darling... You aren't just my husband; you are the son who grew from my own flesh, drank my milk, and blossomed into a strong man. That gives you a double claim over my body... Come, join me in the water,” she said, shifting to the side of the tub and beckoning him.

Gazing hungrily at her semi-naked form... He untied the lungi at his waist, tossed it aside, and—nodding his head in response to his mother—stepped into the tub.

Saroja, a woman raised amidst the rustic lifestyle of a village and accustomed to its daily toil and activities...



Moreover, thanks to her late husband's affection, she had enjoyed a fulfilling intimate life—both mentally and physically—right up until recently. Consequently, even as she approached forty-one, her physique remained remarkably toned; aside from her breasts and hips, she hadn't gained an ounce of excess weight. She could easily pass for a woman in her early thirties—a vision that Tarun beheld with eyes full of lust...

His manhood, fully aroused by his mother's semi-nude beauty and playful words, stood erect and long—stiff as a ruler—pulsing with desire.

Saroja, watching with wide, admiring eyes, reached out to caress it, wrapping her hand firmly around the shaft. "How beautiful it is... your cock... hmm? I didn't notice it properly in the heat of passion last night... it’s truly a delight to behold, my man," she murmured. Gazing longingly into his eyes, she pursed her lips and blew a kiss towards his rigid member.

With her other hand, she grasped his, pulling him close to sit between her thighs, and parted her legs to make room for him.

Spellbound, he drank in her captivating facial expressions, her radiant aura, and the depth of her gaze—like someone emerging halfway from the waves of a river... Gazing hungrily at the heaving curves of her bosom and the erect, swollen nipples—firm and prominent like large mango seeds—he reached out and caressed them.

At his touch, an electric thrill surged down from her breasts, sending shivers through her lower belly, thighs, and the muscles of her pussy.




As her eyelids drooped with intoxicating pleasure—feeling proud that her son was devouring her breasts with his gaze—she pressed her hands against his, rubbing them together. Moaning softly, she tilted her head back against the tub's headrest and bit her lip seductively.

Her behavior stoked his lust; he squeezed her breasts and pressed his body closer to hers.

As the head of his cock brushed against her pussy lips, desire surged within her. Gazing into his eyes with a look of intoxication, she pleaded softly, "Fuck me..."—much like a wife begging her husband when overcome with lust.

Understanding her yearning, Tarun moved his hands from her breasts down past her waist to cup her buttocks.



Gently lifting her hips to the perfect angle, he guided his cock and aligned it with her pussy, murmuring, "Ah... in all this water..."

"Oh my... your stud is really heating things up..." she teased provocatively.

Hearing her address him as "dear"—just as she would her own husband—made Tarun’s heart swell with triumphant pride, and his manhood grew even harder and more rigid.

"We could even use this thing as an immersion heater to boil water," Saroja said with a playful laugh, guiding the shaft toward her pussy.

Once it had slid in about a quarter of the way, she let go of her grip and said, "You have to push it in the rest of the way yourself, dear," while stretching her arms out to the sides and resting them on the edges of the bathtub.

She waited for her "husband" (for in her eyes, her son Tarun was indeed her husband) to give it a firm, forceful thrust.

As Tarun delivered small, steady thrusts—pushing the shaft in half an inch with each movement—she moaned in ecstasy. "Oh... it feels so good, dear... you’re working my pussy muscles so deliciously... *hiss*... *hmmm*..." She rocked her hips forward to meet his thrusts, adjusting her pussy to allow his cock to slide deep inside her.

As soon as the cock was fully embedded, she clamped down on it with her pussy muscles, savoring every sensation as he moved in and out.

Tarun, too, was overwhelmed by the exquisite pleasure of her pussy’s movements; he reached out with one hand to knead her breasts... Plucking at her sensitive, throbbing folds—much like strumming the strings of a veena—he stoked the burning desire within her to a fever pitch; meanwhile, with his other hand, he caressed her inner thighs and the area around her sex, gently teasing and stimulating her clitoris.



As the waves of sexual arousal surged through Saroja, she thrust her hips forward to meet the thrusts; squeezing his cock tightly with her vaginal muscles, she began to scale the peaks of ecstasy. Fluttering her eyelids and breathing heavily, she moaned and gasped, "Oh God... ha... ha... hmmm..."

Noticing her approaching climax, our young stud tweaked her nipples, pressed firmly against her clitoris, and increased the speed of his thrusting.

As her vaginal muscles clamped down hard around his member, she let out a loud, ecstatic moan and climaxed.

Immediately after reaching her peak, Saroja pulled her hips back, causing her son's cock to slide out of her vagina.

Covering his face with kisses, she said affectionately while running her fingers through his hair, "You gave me such a delicious release, my man..."

Having his cock—which had been pleasurably grinding inside her wet depths—pulled out so abruptly left him feeling pained and disappointed; confused and unable to understand why she had done it, he looked at her in bewilderment.

"Sorry I stopped midway, Tarun... my 'safe period' ended last night. If you were to fill me with your semen now, it’s certain I’d conceive a baby brother or sister for you... I couldn't take that risk, so..." 

"I’ve done it, dear..." she said with a faint smile, understanding her son’s predicament and conveying—through that very smile—the reassurance that he shouldn't worry too much and that they would find a way to handle it.

Unable to fully grasp his mother's intent at that moment, Tarun asked, "M-Mom... what is this...?" Just as he was about to speak, she held his hand and raised her eyebrows, signaling him to stand up.

Tarun understood her cue and stood up.

Saroja wrapped both her hands around his buttocks and pulled him towards her, saying, "You silly man... did you think I’d just watch while you were playing so intensely and let it go without fondling it? The danger lies only if you ejaculate inside my pussy... God gave a woman two mouths, you know; if not in the vertical-lipped mouth, you can just as deliciously spill it into the mouth formed by these horizontal lips..." Saying this, she grasped her son's cock firmly, rubbed it against her lips, and—looking into his eyes with a sexy smile—added, "I've always loved cream from a tube like this." She then slowly opened her mouth, took it in as if it were an ;;'.,ly, and began to suck.

Tarun, who hadn't expected his mother to do such a thing, felt a surge of thrill; his manhood instantly regained its full, vigorous state.

Keeping both hands on his buttocks and kneading them, she would occasionally slip one hand between his thighs to fondle, stroke, and gently press his balls and cock, driving his sexual passion to its peak.

As the urge to ejaculate began to surge within him, Tarun—unable to contain his passion—reached down, grabbed his mother's breasts, and began to knead them... "Mmm... ah... hhh... sss..." he groaned, writhing in pleasure.

She gripped his buttocks more firmly and intensified the movements of her mouth; she tapped his cheeks—a signal for him to thrust into her mouth while moving his hips.

Understanding her cue, Tarun moved his hands—which had been squeezing her breasts—to the back of her head and began thrusting into her mouth.

"Mom... I can't hold back much longer... it’ll get messy... stand up... let’s do it standing... that way, there’s no chance of my semen reaching your womb... please, Mom... the friction and suction from your pussy muscles... it feels so much better that way... Mom, please..." he pleaded, trying to hold back his climax.

Unable to refuse her son’s earnest request, Saroja released his cock from her mouth and stood up.

She braced one hand against the wall beside the tub, turned her back to her son, and leaned forward slightly, spreading her legs wide. Turning her head to look at him with a smile, she said, "Mm... have it your way... go ahead and fuck me... from behind..." As she spoke, she guided his cock with her other hand, carefully aligning it with the opening of her pussy.

Tarun, filled with joy, placed his right hand on her abdomen... He positioned her to the side, resting her arm on his shoulder, and began sliding his rigid rod into her pussy.

Despite having been soaked in water for so long, the heat radiating from deep within her womanhood gripped his cock tightly, sending waves of indescribable pleasure through its muscles.

As he thrust his rod deeper with redoubled intensity, the pleasure was so overwhelming she saw stars.

Once his thick cock was fully embedded, Saroja—who had been bracing herself against the wall—moved her hand to his buttocks, pressing his hips toward her to take him in completely. "Oh... it feels so good, darling... *hiss*... *ooh*... fuck me... *ooh*... just pull back a little before you cum and spray it out... otherwise, your load might shoot straight into my womb... *ooh*... yes, fuck me just like that, my king... release your passion fully... *ooh*..." Moaning and inciting her son, she finally satisfied the deep, long-suppressed itch of her starved pussy.

Even though she had told him to pull his cock back before ejaculating, whenever his thrusting motion caused his hips to pull away, she would squeeze his buttocks and push her own hips back toward him—ensuring his hard, rock-solid cock didn't slip out of her at all. She moved her body rhythmically...

Her vaginal muscles clamped tightly around the shaft that was relentlessly thrusting into her; while heightening the pleasure for both him and herself through those powerful thrusts, they also began to absorb waves of moist, sensuous delight.

Her clitoris, engorged with passion, grew even more sensitive from the friction of his cock; stimulating her inner depths, it began to ready her to melt and overflow once more.

Moaning softly and fluttering her eyes in a haze of ecstasy, with her breath growing heavy—signaling that she was nearing the peak of sexual rapture—she gripped his buttocks tightly and squeezed them with her hands. Her pussy gripped his cock tightly...

As Tarun neared his climax, he remembered his mother's warning; he pulled out and ejaculated his thick, warm semen and fluids onto her quivering buttocks and lower back...

As the thick fluid began to trickle down her thighs, the juices released from her pussy also flowed down, mingling with his semen and creeping further down towards her legs...

In the throes of that sexual ecstasy, Saroja rested her arms against the wall, panting, and leaned her face upon them...

As Tarun knelt behind her near her legs and lapped up the mixture of their flowing fluids with his tongue, a fresh wave of pleasure surged through her...

He savored it as if it were a divine delicacy...

Watching his playful antics with a tilted head and enjoying the moment, she smiled and said, "Don't swallow it all... save some for me, too." In that instant, she lost her restraint; a new desire to taste a man's semen had awakened within her...

Heeding her wish, Tarun held the last of the fluids in his mouth, stood up, turned her towards him, and embraced her; pressing his mouth against hers, he shared the taste of the fluids with her...

A strong desire to get his mother accustomed to the taste of his semen... As he pleaded with his mother, she cradled his head in both hands and sipped the fluids he offered...



At that moment, Saroja stood at the bathroom doorway, smiling as she imagined they were sipping each other's juices, and remarked, "Mmm, the milk from your cock is delicious," before walking away...

Mother's breast milk for the son,

The son's 'cock-milk' for the mother—

The tender affection shared between the two was unforgettable; the love between mother and son is truly sweet!

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