10-01-2023, 10:39 AM
Mrs. Meena was in the kitchen when her son, Karan, arrived home from school. She smiled as he walked into the room and leaned over to kiss her on the cheek. Then he kissed her on the neck and she could feel a little chill run down her spine. She giggled and said, "You know that gives me goose bumps," she said with a smile.
"Yes and they are lovely goose bumps too," Karan joked as he rubbed his hands up and down her bare arms, feeling the bumps on her skin.
They shared that joke almost everyday. But Meena loved the affection her son showed her. Affection was something she sorely needed lately, having separated from her second husband several months earlier. The divorce had been difficult for her because she was an affectionate person and needed the closeness of a man. In fact, sometimes she thought she might be a nymphomaniac. Before she threw out her second husband, Ramesh, they had sex almost everyday, but now she had to use her battery operated vibrator ... not a good substitution for the real thing.
"What's for dinner?" Karan asked.
"I have a roast in the oven, so go wash up. Dinner will be ready in a few minutes."
"Great," Karan said as he kissed his mother's neck again and then hurried away before she could swat him.
Meena sighed as she watched her son leave the kitchen. He was such a good boy and never caused her any trouble, even when all his friends were drinking and staying out late, he would be home on time. He was very attentive to her, especially now that she was separated.
Karan had warned her about Ramesh. He said he was a gold digger and only wanted her money. Unfortunately, she refused to believe that. Ramesh had told her that he had his own money and in fact, seemed to be rather wealthy. He knew all the right people, including the Mayor, and drove a very expensive Mercedes Benz's. But now she knew that that was all a cover. She knew the truth; he was but a scam artist that preyed on lonely women.
She chastised herself over and over for letting her sexual drive overcome her common sense. Ramesh was certainly good in bed, but then, being a gigolo, he had to be. It was quite a shock when she found out, from a number of friends, that Ramesh had been seen with several women. When she confronted him, he denied it, but one of her friends had provided photos, for which he had no explanation. She had forced him to move out of her house that day.
Mrs. Meena was in the kitchen when her son, Karan, arrived home from school. She smiled as he walked into the room and leaned over to kiss her on the cheek. Then he kissed her on the neck and she could feel a little chill run down her spine. She giggled and said, "You know that gives me goose bumps," she said with a smile.
"Yes and they are lovely goose bumps too," Karan joked as he rubbed his hands up and down her bare arms, feeling the bumps on her skin.
They shared that joke almost everyday. But Meena loved the affection her son showed her. Affection was something she sorely needed lately, having separated from her second husband several months earlier. The divorce had been difficult for her because she was an affectionate person and needed the closeness of a man. In fact, sometimes she thought she might be a nymphomaniac. Before she threw out her second husband, Ramesh, they had sex almost everyday, but now she had to use her battery operated vibrator ... not a good substitution for the real thing.
"What's for dinner?" Karan asked.
"I have a roast in the oven, so go wash up. Dinner will be ready in a few minutes."
"Great," Karan said as he kissed his mother's neck again and then hurried away before she could swat him.
Meena sighed as she watched her son leave the kitchen. He was such a good boy and never caused her any trouble, even when all his friends were drinking and staying out late, he would be home on time. He was very attentive to her, especially now that she was separated.
Karan had warned her about Ramesh. He said he was a gold digger and only wanted her money. Unfortunately, she refused to believe that. Ramesh had told her that he had his own money and in fact, seemed to be rather wealthy. He knew all the right people, including the Mayor, and drove a very expensive Mercedes Benz's. But now she knew that that was all a cover. She knew the truth; he was but a scam artist that preyed on lonely women.
She chastised herself over and over for letting her sexual drive overcome her common sense. Ramesh was certainly good in bed, but then, being a gigolo, he had to be. It was quite a shock when she found out, from a number of friends, that Ramesh had been seen with several women.
When she confronted him, he denied it, but one of her friends had provided photos, for which he had no explanation. She had forced him to move out of her house that day.
Karan missed his dad, who had died five years ago. He never wanted his mom to remarry, but he knew she needed someone. While he had tried to like Ramesh, he knew deep down that he was just a money-grubbing bastard from the beginning. When he found out his mother had thrown him out, it was the happiest day of his life. And now they were going to an exotic Island together, just her and him. It didn't get any better than that.
The large seaplane circled the tiny Island twice before it descended toward the crystal blue water. From what Meena could see, the Island was as advertised ... remote and tiny. She could see what appeared to be a hotel of some kind with small cabana type buildings on the side of the mountain. There was a small town on the far side of the Island with rather crude looking buildings and barely paved roads. In the middle of the Island there was a lake surrounded by mountains.
The Island seemed mysterious indeed.
A shiver of something went through Meena at the thought that they were alone here. Jayendra was the only person that knew she and Karan were going to the Island . What if it was some kind of devious trap for her and Karan? Then she almost laughed. She knew she was being silly. Who would want to capture them on an Island and for what reason?
Of course she did have a lot of money, as Karan's father had been very wealthy. Most people didn't know that they had that much money though because they never flaunted it. In fact, Meena didn't really know how much money she actually had. She lived in a modest house in an upscale neighborhood but nothing exclusive. They had a Volvo wagon and a small Mercedes ... most of the neighbors drove much more expensive cars. But Meena liked it that way. She never worried about people thinking she was better than them because of her money.
Meena told herself to settle down and enjoy their two weeks. She looked over at Karan who was staring out the window with wonder and smiled. He was a normal kid and he never acted rich to his friends. She made sure of that. She felt a rush of pride and reached over and grasped his hand.
Karan smiled at his mother and then turned back to the window, saying, "Wow, this Island looks amazing. We can go snorkeling and diving, and parasailing and ..."
"Hang on there tiger, let's get to the Island before we jump into the water," Meena laughed as the plane touched down on the smooth water of the Island s cove.
The seaplane taxied until the reached a dock. The pilot got out and helped Meena and Karan out. Then a handsome older man in a white suit walked up. He was tall and dark. "I think we might be on ?Andaman Island ?," Meena said to Karan as the man approached.
"What is ?Andaman Island ??" Karan asked.
"Never mind," Meena responded.
"Ah, Mrs. Meena," the gentleman said in a heavily Bengali accent as he reached out and took Meena's hand and brought it to his lips for a kiss. "And this must be Mr. Mrs. Meena. I am Jai Bunty."
"Pleased to meet you, Mr. Bunty, this is my son, Karan."
"Ah, Andaman is not old enough to have a son his age," he said, laying on the charm as he shook Karan's hand. "Welcome to our secluded Island ."
"Thank you," Meena said. "This is truly a beautiful place." __________________
"It is indeed. I hate to say it, but the Island was once used as a penal colony for deserters from the Foreign Legion, but that was many years ago. Not a glorious history I'm afraid. However, some wealthy investors bought the Island a few years ago and made it into the resort it is today. It is quite exclusive."
"How many people are here?" Meena asked.
"Only about a thousand live here. Then there are the guests, which at a peak only number one hundred."
"Wow," Karan said.
"But we are very discreet here and do not divulge the names of our guests. Some are here without the knowledge of ... well let's just say they want anonymity. There are many things to do on the Island , as you will see. We have a wonderful facility and you are free to take in all the wonders of nature." The tall gentleman led them to a Range Rover with an open top, the kind you might see in Africa.
The drive took about forty-five minutes up a seemingly treacherous and narrow road to arrive at the hotel.
Both Meena and Karan gasped when they pulled up outside the hotel. The main building was built into the side of the mountain. There was a giant natural waterfall flowing from the mountain just a few meters from the entrance to the hotel lobby. The lobby was richly decorated and in the back there was a huge crystal chandelier at the base of a grand staircase that led to hotel facilities. There were several bellhops waiting to take their luggage.
Their lodging was a large bungalow with two bedrooms on the side of the mountain. They could still see the Andaman Island beach from the deck and the main bedroom.
Just below the deck there was a path leading down the mountain to a beautiful white sand beach.
Karan stepped up behind his mother and wrapped his arms around her waist. "Thanks for thinking of me and bringing me with you. It's so special."
"You're welcome. But you are the one that makes it special."
Karan kissed Meena's neck and felt the goose bumps on her arms. This time his mother did not scold him, but shivered and seemed to push into his arms. Karan could feel her breasts resting on his forearms. He was delighted that his mother had not pulled away. They stood looking out at the sea for some time. Then Karan felt the inevitable erection starting. He knew he should pull away, but didn't want to moment to end.
Meena was almost swooning at the view when she realized that she could feel something between her and Karan. With shock she realized that her son was getting an erection. Incredibly, instead of pulling away she remained in his arms. When she felt his erection pulsing against the crease of her buttocks and her own excitement starting to grow, she finally pulled away.
"Let's get unpacked and explore the area," she said as she walked over to her suitcase. Without thinking she bent over with her ass facing Karan. She glanced around and saw the tent in Karan's pants. In spite of herself she felt a chill run through her. She saw her son's face flush and she knew she was turning red also. She quickly stood up and took a pair of shorts and tank top into the bathroom.
It was almost dark when Meena and Karan returned to the hotel. They had walked miles on deserted beaches and unpaved roads. There were waterfalls and jungles, amongst several mountain peaks and there was also an abundance of wild life. The Island was as advertised, remote and beautiful.
"Wow, am I tired," Meena said as they made their way to the room.
"Me too," Karan returned. "Let's just order dinner from room service."
"Good idea."
By the time they went to bed they had been awake for about thirty hours due to the overseas flight and their Island exploration. As soon as their heads hit the pillows they were asleep.
Meena awoke with a start... there was someone in her room. Suddenly the lights came on and she saw several men with hoods on their heads and guns in their hands. Meena started to scream when one of the men pointed his gun at her and said to be quiet.
"Get up and come with us," the leader said.
"What is this about ... who are you?"
"Shut up and get out of bed."
Meena crawled out of bed and stood in front of the men. When she saw their eyes behind the masks staring, she realized she only had on her bra and panties. She blushed and covered her breasts and panty covered crotch. "Can I get some clothes?"
"No," the leader barked. "Here are some shoes," he said as he bent over and picked up a pair of high heels and tossed them toward Meena.
Meena was now too scared to protest. She put on the heels and moved toward the men. She didn't want to say anything about Karan in the other room in the hope that they would not know he was there. When they came out of her bedroom her heart sank when she saw Karan standing in his underwear between two large men.
"Mom's, what's going on?" Karan asked with great fear.
"I don't know son, just do what they say."
"Smart mother," the leader laughed.
Meena and Karan's hands were tied behind them and they forced into a car waiting in back of the hotel. Two of the kidnappers sat on either side. Then they put blindfolds over their eyes. Meena leaned close to her son to try and give him comfort. Unfortunately, she needed the comfort too. She had never been so frightened in her life.
The car twisted and turned for quite some time before it stopped. When it did, she and Karan were pulled out and taken into some type of building. Neither of them knew where they were. When the blindfolds were pulled off they both gasped. They stood in the middle of what could only be described as a medieval prison. It was a large room with very dim lights hanging like torches from the stone walls. Three of the men were there and they had taken off their masks. It was obvious that they didn't care if Karan or she saw their faces now. That sent a chill of dread through Meena. They untied their hands and pushed both into a single cell. Inside the small cell there was a cot and a lone standing toilet. On the cot was one blanket. Then there was a large wooden bucket with a dipper that appeared to be for drinking water and one lone chair. The men closed the cell door and left Meena and Karan alone in the room without saying another word.
"Oh God, Mom, what's going to happen to us?" Karan asked nearly in tears.
"I don't know, sweetheart, we have to be strong and not panic."
"What could they want with us?" Karan asked.
"My guess would be a ransom. But the fact that they let us see their faces scares me."
"Me too. But who would pay the ransom?"
"Well, Ramesh still has access to my money."
Karan looked at his mother with shock. "You mean you didn't cut him off?"
"I was going to, but time just got away from me. But it might be good that he has access. That way he can gather up the ransom."
"You think he would do that?"
"I don't know. We will have to wait and see. Unfortunately it doesn't look like we can break out of here."
Karan and Meena sat down on the lone cot and hugged each other. Meena was trembling as she leaned into her son's strong arms. Tears started to spill from her eyes.
"Don't cry, Mom, I'll think of something," Karan said bravely. Yet, he knew that not much he could do. The guards were burly men and looked very mean ... mean enough to kill them at any time.
"Listen Karan, don't do anything crazy. We have to ... we have to do whatever they want, no matter what that might be," she said, hoping he understood. She couldn't stand it if he resisted and got himself killed.
"Okay," he said, but it wasn't convincing.
"No, I mean it. We have to do what they want ... no resisting. They have complete control over us and could kill us and no one would ever know."
Karan nodded his head.
Later that morning, Meena and Karan received plates of food. But the jailer said nothing when they demanded to be told why they were being held prisoner.
By the end of the day, no one had shown up to explain anything to them.
Neither Meena nor Karan knew what time it was, only that it was dark outside. And Meena had a problem ... she had to pee. There was a toilet conveniently near by, but it was sitting in the open. She looked at Karan and said, "Uh ... Karan, I ... uh have to use the bathroom."
Karan looked confused for a moment and then said, "Oh."
"Maybe you can watch out the cell door while I go," Meena said.
"Uh ... yeah, sure, Mom."
Karan walked over to the cell door and turned his back to his mother.
A few moments later he heard the hiss of his mother relieving herself into the toilet. Amazingly Karan felt his lund start to stir in his shorts. He had to think of something else quick or he knew he would be very embarrassed when he turned around. Fortunately his mother finished before there was a noticeable tent in his shorts.
"If you have to go, I can stand at the door."
Karan realized that he did in fact have to go. "Thanks," he said and switched places with his mother. He stood over the toilet and waited. It was difficult to go with his mother just a few feet away. He almost sighed in relief when he started to pee.
Meena heard urine splashing into the toilet. The sound was loud enough that she almost turned around. She wondered it he had a fire hose over there. In spite of herself she did turn her head. She stifled a gasp when she saw her son holding his lund in his hand. My God, she thought, where did he get a lund like that ... not from his father ... God rest his soul. She turned back before Karan finished, her face as red as a beet.
"Wow, I needed that," he said. Then he looked at his mother and blushed. "I guess we are going to have to get used to that ... I mean if we are locked up here for long," Karan said.
"You're right. Let's hope they contact Ramesh quickly."
"Well, I guess we had better get some sleep," Meena said.
Karan said, "I'll just sleep on the floor. You can have the bed ... such as it is."
"No, you can't do that. There are probably rats in this place. There's enough room for us both if we squeeze in tight."
"Are you sure?" Karan asked.
"Of course," Meena said as she crawled onto the bed.
Then Karan slid in behind her. As he leaned over to say goodnight, he saw that his mother had tears in her eyes. He snuggled up behind her and whispered, "It's going to be okay. They will get their money and we will be home before you know it."
Meena smiled though her tears. "Thanks you," she whispered and kissed his cheek. Then she lay down and felt Karan snuggle up behind her.
His closeness gave her a surprising comfort and she quickly fell asleep.
A couple hours later Meena awaked for some reason. She wasn't sure what until she felt something behind her. For a moment she wasn't sure what it was. Then a blush colored her face. Karan had an erection and it was pressing between the cheeks of her ass. Her panties had been pushed between the cheeks giving his cloth covered erection a place to snuggle into. For a moment she thought about waking him, or a least pulling away, but then with a smile and a little shiver she laid her head back down. She could still remember when his father would get an erection in the middle of the night. She would wake him up and put it to good use. Then she shuddered at the thought that this was her son behind her, not her husband. Still, as much as she tried to deny it, the feeling of his erection was making her excited.
Then throwing caution to the wind she slipped her hand down to her panty covered crotch. Keeping her movement to a minimum, she pressed on the crease of her panties pushing the material between her now swollen lips. When she felt her chut respond a shudder went through her. Unconsciously she pressed her ass backward into Karan's lund.
Unbeknownst to her, Karan had awakened. He was disoriented for a moment, but quickly realized that he had an erection and it was pressed between his mother's ass cheeks. Then, with shock, he realized that his mother was moving. He thought she must be dreaming, but then he saw her arm gently moving up and down and realized that his mother was masturbating! And his lund was causing her excitement.
Meena moved her fingers up and down the grove of her panties, feeling her fingers becoming wet as her excitement grew. Behind her she could feel Karan moving in his sleep. His lund began to slip up and down between her ass cheeks. She heard little whimpers coming from his lips and wondered if he were actually asleep. Her fingers stopped moving and with her rapidly beating heart waited to see if he reacted. Karan kept moving. She knew that she was being silly ... he had to be asleep. With a quiet sigh, she began to move her fingers again. With super human strength she tried to keep her hips still. It was near impossible as she felt the large shaft moving between her cheeks. She was glad they had underwear on or she wasn't sure what would have happened.
When Meena felt herself getting close to a climax she began to move her fingers faster. The crotch of her panties was now soaked and she worried that if Karan awaken he would hear the squishing sound.
Karan could hear the sound and he could actually smell his mother's excitement. With an incredible boldness he squirmed and allowed his arm to slip over his mother's side until he could feel her bra covered breast under his hand. He wanted to squeeze but contented himself with the feeling of her heaving breast under his scorched palm. He was close to climax when he realized that if he did, there was nothing to keep his cum from seeping through his shorts to his mother's panties. But then it was too late. He could feel his balls churning and he bit his tongue as his lund throbbed and began to squirt his juice into his underwear.
Meena was shocked to realize that he son was climaxing. She could feel the throbs of his lund and then the dampness of his cum on her quickly saturated panties. In spite of all the bad things that had happened to them this day, a climax overtook her. She unconsciously pushed back into her son, feeling his still pulsing lund hot against her ass cheeks. Her face grew red with embarrassment, but that did nothing to quell her strong climax.
Karan shivered as the last of his sperm was spent into his underwear. He could feel his mother still twitching for several long moments after he was done. When she finally stopped, he was afraid to move. Thinking quickly he moaned as if asleep and turned over to face the wall. His heart was still thumping in his chest. God, what did I just do? he wondered.
Meena was relieved when Karan turned away. She would have been mortified if he were actually awake and knew that she had fingered herself to a climax as he was having a wet dream. And it was very wet. She could still feel the sperm that had made her panties wet now plastering the cotton material to her ass. With a sigh, she closed her eyes and fell back to sleep.
When sunlight began to shine into the cell from the lone window, Meena awakened. For a moment she wondered where she was. A second later she felt the dread of their situation overcome her. She sat up and looked at Karan who was still asleep. She got up and quietly walked over to the toilet and pulled her panties down. With an intake of breath she saw the flaky residue of cum on the back of her panties from last night and realized that it hadn't been a dream. God, I hope Karan doesn't know what happened, she thought. She did her business and went back to the bed. As she sat down, Karan opened his eyes.
"Good morning, Mom," he said.
Although there was nothing to make the morning good, she smiled at her son and said, "Good morning."
A while later a man came with their breakfast. He pushed the food under the cell door and left. Meena and Karan found that they were very hungry. They ate quickly and then settled down on the bed and waited.
The rest of the day was nothing but boredom as they waited for something ... some word or communication. As evening came Meena and Karan grew more apprehensive about their fait.
Three men sat around a table drinking beer just up the stairs from where Meena and Karan were being held prisoner. One of the men was Bengali named Jain Lalit and the leader of the small group. The other was an Tamil named Punja Gopi who had a particular love for ropes and bondage. The third man was from Tamil named, Rameshver Punit. None of them were residents of the Island , but had come here for a very specific purpose.
"So what are we supposed to do with the prisoners?" Punit asked.
"I know what I would like to do with the woman," Gopi said with a smile.
"They'll be none of that. The boss said that if any one of us touch them he will personally cut our balls off," answered Lalit.
They all knew he would do it too.
"So what is he going to do with them?" the Punit asked.
"He was paid Rs.500,000 to kidnap the pair and dispose of them," Lalit answered.
"Who paid and why haven't we killed them yet?" the Tamil asked.
Lalit smiled. "I think it was her estranged husband. But the boss is smart and he thinks that there is a lot more money from a ransom instead of a hit."
"It's a double cross, huh?" the Punit said with knowing smile.
"Yeah, the boss told the husband that if he doesn't pay we will go to the authorities with the fact that he paid us to kill them."
The Tamil looked disappointed. "You sure we can't fuck the woman?"
"Not unless you want your balls cut off. But the boss said that if the deal doesn't work out we can have her," responded the Lalit.
"Shit man, all that chut going to waste," said the Gopi.
"Well, not entirely to waste. The boss said we couldn't touch them but that doesn't mean we can't have a little fun."
"How can we do that?" the Gopi asked excitedly.
"Well, I said 'We' can't touch them, at least not in a sexual way. But what if we forced the boy to do some things with his dear old mom?"
Punit and Gopi smiled.
"I like that. Never seen a son fuck his own mother," Gopi said and they all laughed.
Meena and Karan heard a noise from outside the cell. The door at the top of the stairs was opening and someone was coming. They watched as three men walked down the stairs and to the cell. They opened the door and stepped inside.
"What is going on here?" Meena demanded with more confidence then she felt.
Lalit said, "You two are very lucky. Your husband, Mrs. Meena, hired our boss to kill you and your son."
"Oh my God," Meena gasped. She looked at Karan and saw that his eyes were open wide.
"I told you he was no good," Karan said with thinly disguised anger.
The three men laughed. "The only reason you are alive is that our boss decided that you two were worth more alive then dead ... at least for now."
Meena felt a shiver go through her at his words. "When are ... when are we going to be let go."
"That depends on your husband," Lalit said. "Now, Gopi, would you be so kind as to tie up the young man here."
"No," Karan screamed.
The men laughed. "What are you going to do, stop us?" The man grabbed Meena and twisted her arm behind her back, bringing a cry of pain. "Now don't give us any trouble or we 'WILL' hurt you."
"Do as he says," Meena said looking at her son with pleading eyes. She only hopped he didn't get bullheaded and get himself hurt.
Karan stood with his fists clenched. But even he realized that he was no match for these three large men.
"Take off your underwear," Lalit said.
Karan's eyes grew wide. It was obvious he was ready to defy them.
"Please, Karan, do as they say."
With a look of anger Karan slowly stripped off his underwear.
Gopi secured Karan to a chair with rope around his chest, arms, and ankles. The he put a piece of tape across his mouth.
"My friend here loves to work with ropes as you will see," Lalit said with a laugh.
Karan then watched in horror as one of the men held his mother as the other took off her bra. His eyes opened wide as he stared at his mother's gorgeous tits. The three men stared as well.
"Wow, would you look at those tits," Gopi said as he tied Meena's arms behind her.
"Man would I love to spend a few hours sucking those," Punit added.
Meena's face turned red with embarrassment. She looked at her naked son and saw sympathy in his eyes ... but also something else. She could see his penis start to move, indicating that he was getting excited looking from her. In spite of her situation she felt a tingling in her chut at her son's stare.
"Mmmmmffffff," Karan moaned behind his gag. Yet, even as he protested, his lund continued to harden.
"Look at the little pervert, he's getting a hard-on," Gopi said with a laugh.
"He must be reading our minds," Lalit said.
"Now, Mrs. Meena, you are going to suck your son's lund," Lalit said in a matter of fact tone.
"Oh my God, no," Meena screamed. "You can't do that. He's my son."
"That my lady is the best part," Lalit laughed. "Now you are going to do as we say or we will beat your son to a pulp."
Meena looked at her son and could see his shock, yet, his lund was now at full erection. She felt like running, but knew that she couldn't get far and the end result would be that Karan could be killed. She knew she had to do it.
One of the men led her over to Karan and helped her to her knees. A moment later she was on the floor with her face just inches from her son's now pulsing lund. Her eyes opened wide. She couldn't believe how large his lund was. In spite of everything she felt her chut begin to get wet. She could smell Karan's excitement and the smell excited her. She heard Karan moan in mortification and knew he was embarrassed about his reaction to seeing her breasts.
"Suck your son's lund, whore," Lalit sneared.
Meena looked up at her son with resignation.
Then she closed her eyes and took the large head of his lund into her mouth.
She heard her son moan but didn't know if it was from pleasure or embarrassment. She knew what she was feeling and it was anything but motherly. Her chut had begun to leak. Now she was worried that the stain on her panties would be visible. Then when she heard her son moan again and his lund pulse in her mouth she knew it wasn't from embarrassment any more. He was excited and she could taste his pre-cum pouring into her mouth.
"That's it Rand, suck his lund. Look at her go. She likes it," one of the men said.
"Suck him. Suck him, Rand," another said.
Then there was a click and a flash. Meena stopped sucking and turned around. She saw a camera in one of the men's hands. He was taking pictures of them. Oh my God, she thought, if those got out ...
"Keep sucking him. And when he cums, I want you to take it into your mouth, but don't swallow."
Meena looked at her son and could see his shock, yet, his lund was now at full erection. She felt like running, but knew that she couldn't get far and the end result would be that Karan could be killed. She knew she had to do it.
One of the men led her over to Karan and helped her to her knees. A moment later she was on the floor with her face just inches from her son's now pulsing lund. Her eyes opened wide. She couldn't believe how large his lund was. In spite of everything she felt her chut begin to get wet. She could smell Karan's excitement and the smell excited her. She heard Karan moan in mortification and knew he was embarrassed about his reaction to seeing her breasts.
"Suck your son's lund, whore," Lalit sneared.
Meena looked up at her son with resignation.
Then she closed her eyes and took the large head of his lund into her mouth.
She heard her son moan but didn't know if it was from pleasure or embarrassment. She knew what she was feeling and it was anything but motherly. Her chut had begun to leak. Now she was worried that the stain on her panties would be visible. Then when she heard her son moan again and his lund pulse in her mouth she knew it wasn't from embarrassment any more. He was excited and she could taste his pre-cum pouring into her mouth.
"That's it Rand, suck his lund. Look at her go. She likes it," one of the men said.
"Suck him. Suck him, Rand," another said.
Then there was a click and a flash. Meena stopped sucking and turned around. She saw a camera in one of the men's hands. He was taking pictures of them. Oh my God, she thought, if those got out ...
"Keep sucking him. And when he cums, I want you to take it into your mouth, but don't swallow."
Meena turned back to her son and started to suck him again. She could feel her son trembling as she sucked harder, running her tongue around the swollen head. Within several minutes she knew that Karan was close to a climax. Now she wasn't in this mess anymore ... she was lost in excitement. She felt her chut throbbing and worried that she might climax herself. Suddenly she heard Karan moan loudly and her mouth started to fill with his thick cum. As much as she wanted to, she didn't swallow, but held his cum in her mouth as ordered. When Karan's lund stopped squirting she pulled away, holding her mouth shut.
"Got some great pictures," the man with the camera said. "Now open your mouth and show us what you have."
Meena opened her mouth and closed her eyes. She heard the clicking of the camera.
"Now swallow," Lalit ordered.
Meena did, taking the thick fluid down her throat. Suddenly she felt a rush of pleasure as she started to climax.
"Look at the Rand, she's climaxing."
"Get a photo of that, quick," Lalit said.
"Click, click, click." It was all recorded now: a mother sucking her son's lund and swallowing his cum while climaxing. There would be no doubt that she was climaxing. These pictures could be very valuable, Lalit thought and smiled.
"Very nice mother," Lalit said after Meena had swallowed her son's cum. "Now Ram boy, have you ever eaten chut?"
Karan looked at the man but didn't answer. His eyes showed his shock, though.
"Naw, that kid ain't never tasted a chut," Gopi laughed.
"Please, I've done what you asked," Meena pleaded. "Don't do this to us."
"What's wrong, Mom, don't like the thought of getting off by your son eating your already juicy chut. I mean, look at your panties, they're soaked. You probably even squirted in them when you climaxed."
All three men laughed and Meena's face turned as red.
"Yes and they are lovely goose bumps too," Karan joked as he rubbed his hands up and down her bare arms, feeling the bumps on her skin.
They shared that joke almost everyday. But Meena loved the affection her son showed her. Affection was something she sorely needed lately, having separated from her second husband several months earlier. The divorce had been difficult for her because she was an affectionate person and needed the closeness of a man. In fact, sometimes she thought she might be a nymphomaniac. Before she threw out her second husband, Ramesh, they had sex almost everyday, but now she had to use her battery operated vibrator ... not a good substitution for the real thing.
"What's for dinner?" Karan asked.
"I have a roast in the oven, so go wash up. Dinner will be ready in a few minutes."
"Great," Karan said as he kissed his mother's neck again and then hurried away before she could swat him.
Meena sighed as she watched her son leave the kitchen. He was such a good boy and never caused her any trouble, even when all his friends were drinking and staying out late, he would be home on time. He was very attentive to her, especially now that she was separated.
Karan had warned her about Ramesh. He said he was a gold digger and only wanted her money. Unfortunately, she refused to believe that. Ramesh had told her that he had his own money and in fact, seemed to be rather wealthy. He knew all the right people, including the Mayor, and drove a very expensive Mercedes Benz's. But now she knew that that was all a cover. She knew the truth; he was but a scam artist that preyed on lonely women.
She chastised herself over and over for letting her sexual drive overcome her common sense. Ramesh was certainly good in bed, but then, being a gigolo, he had to be. It was quite a shock when she found out, from a number of friends, that Ramesh had been seen with several women. When she confronted him, he denied it, but one of her friends had provided photos, for which he had no explanation. She had forced him to move out of her house that day.
Mrs. Meena was in the kitchen when her son, Karan, arrived home from school. She smiled as he walked into the room and leaned over to kiss her on the cheek. Then he kissed her on the neck and she could feel a little chill run down her spine. She giggled and said, "You know that gives me goose bumps," she said with a smile.
"Yes and they are lovely goose bumps too," Karan joked as he rubbed his hands up and down her bare arms, feeling the bumps on her skin.
They shared that joke almost everyday. But Meena loved the affection her son showed her. Affection was something she sorely needed lately, having separated from her second husband several months earlier. The divorce had been difficult for her because she was an affectionate person and needed the closeness of a man. In fact, sometimes she thought she might be a nymphomaniac. Before she threw out her second husband, Ramesh, they had sex almost everyday, but now she had to use her battery operated vibrator ... not a good substitution for the real thing.
"What's for dinner?" Karan asked.
"I have a roast in the oven, so go wash up. Dinner will be ready in a few minutes."
"Great," Karan said as he kissed his mother's neck again and then hurried away before she could swat him.
Meena sighed as she watched her son leave the kitchen. He was such a good boy and never caused her any trouble, even when all his friends were drinking and staying out late, he would be home on time. He was very attentive to her, especially now that she was separated.
Karan had warned her about Ramesh. He said he was a gold digger and only wanted her money. Unfortunately, she refused to believe that. Ramesh had told her that he had his own money and in fact, seemed to be rather wealthy. He knew all the right people, including the Mayor, and drove a very expensive Mercedes Benz's. But now she knew that that was all a cover. She knew the truth; he was but a scam artist that preyed on lonely women.
She chastised herself over and over for letting her sexual drive overcome her common sense. Ramesh was certainly good in bed, but then, being a gigolo, he had to be. It was quite a shock when she found out, from a number of friends, that Ramesh had been seen with several women.
When she confronted him, he denied it, but one of her friends had provided photos, for which he had no explanation. She had forced him to move out of her house that day.
Karan missed his dad, who had died five years ago. He never wanted his mom to remarry, but he knew she needed someone. While he had tried to like Ramesh, he knew deep down that he was just a money-grubbing bastard from the beginning. When he found out his mother had thrown him out, it was the happiest day of his life. And now they were going to an exotic Island together, just her and him. It didn't get any better than that.
The large seaplane circled the tiny Island twice before it descended toward the crystal blue water. From what Meena could see, the Island was as advertised ... remote and tiny. She could see what appeared to be a hotel of some kind with small cabana type buildings on the side of the mountain. There was a small town on the far side of the Island with rather crude looking buildings and barely paved roads. In the middle of the Island there was a lake surrounded by mountains.
The Island seemed mysterious indeed.
A shiver of something went through Meena at the thought that they were alone here. Jayendra was the only person that knew she and Karan were going to the Island . What if it was some kind of devious trap for her and Karan? Then she almost laughed. She knew she was being silly. Who would want to capture them on an Island and for what reason?
Of course she did have a lot of money, as Karan's father had been very wealthy. Most people didn't know that they had that much money though because they never flaunted it. In fact, Meena didn't really know how much money she actually had. She lived in a modest house in an upscale neighborhood but nothing exclusive. They had a Volvo wagon and a small Mercedes ... most of the neighbors drove much more expensive cars. But Meena liked it that way. She never worried about people thinking she was better than them because of her money.
Meena told herself to settle down and enjoy their two weeks. She looked over at Karan who was staring out the window with wonder and smiled. He was a normal kid and he never acted rich to his friends. She made sure of that. She felt a rush of pride and reached over and grasped his hand.
Karan smiled at his mother and then turned back to the window, saying, "Wow, this Island looks amazing. We can go snorkeling and diving, and parasailing and ..."
"Hang on there tiger, let's get to the Island before we jump into the water," Meena laughed as the plane touched down on the smooth water of the Island s cove.
The seaplane taxied until the reached a dock. The pilot got out and helped Meena and Karan out. Then a handsome older man in a white suit walked up. He was tall and dark. "I think we might be on ?Andaman Island ?," Meena said to Karan as the man approached.
"What is ?Andaman Island ??" Karan asked.
"Never mind," Meena responded.
"Ah, Mrs. Meena," the gentleman said in a heavily Bengali accent as he reached out and took Meena's hand and brought it to his lips for a kiss. "And this must be Mr. Mrs. Meena. I am Jai Bunty."
"Pleased to meet you, Mr. Bunty, this is my son, Karan."
"Ah, Andaman is not old enough to have a son his age," he said, laying on the charm as he shook Karan's hand. "Welcome to our secluded Island ."
"Thank you," Meena said. "This is truly a beautiful place." __________________
"It is indeed. I hate to say it, but the Island was once used as a penal colony for deserters from the Foreign Legion, but that was many years ago. Not a glorious history I'm afraid. However, some wealthy investors bought the Island a few years ago and made it into the resort it is today. It is quite exclusive."
"How many people are here?" Meena asked.
"Only about a thousand live here. Then there are the guests, which at a peak only number one hundred."
"Wow," Karan said.
"But we are very discreet here and do not divulge the names of our guests. Some are here without the knowledge of ... well let's just say they want anonymity. There are many things to do on the Island , as you will see. We have a wonderful facility and you are free to take in all the wonders of nature." The tall gentleman led them to a Range Rover with an open top, the kind you might see in Africa.
The drive took about forty-five minutes up a seemingly treacherous and narrow road to arrive at the hotel.
Both Meena and Karan gasped when they pulled up outside the hotel. The main building was built into the side of the mountain. There was a giant natural waterfall flowing from the mountain just a few meters from the entrance to the hotel lobby. The lobby was richly decorated and in the back there was a huge crystal chandelier at the base of a grand staircase that led to hotel facilities. There were several bellhops waiting to take their luggage.
Their lodging was a large bungalow with two bedrooms on the side of the mountain. They could still see the Andaman Island beach from the deck and the main bedroom.
Just below the deck there was a path leading down the mountain to a beautiful white sand beach.
Karan stepped up behind his mother and wrapped his arms around her waist. "Thanks for thinking of me and bringing me with you. It's so special."
"You're welcome. But you are the one that makes it special."
Karan kissed Meena's neck and felt the goose bumps on her arms. This time his mother did not scold him, but shivered and seemed to push into his arms. Karan could feel her breasts resting on his forearms. He was delighted that his mother had not pulled away. They stood looking out at the sea for some time. Then Karan felt the inevitable erection starting. He knew he should pull away, but didn't want to moment to end.
Meena was almost swooning at the view when she realized that she could feel something between her and Karan. With shock she realized that her son was getting an erection. Incredibly, instead of pulling away she remained in his arms. When she felt his erection pulsing against the crease of her buttocks and her own excitement starting to grow, she finally pulled away.
"Let's get unpacked and explore the area," she said as she walked over to her suitcase. Without thinking she bent over with her ass facing Karan. She glanced around and saw the tent in Karan's pants. In spite of herself she felt a chill run through her. She saw her son's face flush and she knew she was turning red also. She quickly stood up and took a pair of shorts and tank top into the bathroom.
It was almost dark when Meena and Karan returned to the hotel. They had walked miles on deserted beaches and unpaved roads. There were waterfalls and jungles, amongst several mountain peaks and there was also an abundance of wild life. The Island was as advertised, remote and beautiful.
"Wow, am I tired," Meena said as they made their way to the room.
"Me too," Karan returned. "Let's just order dinner from room service."
"Good idea."
By the time they went to bed they had been awake for about thirty hours due to the overseas flight and their Island exploration. As soon as their heads hit the pillows they were asleep.
Meena awoke with a start... there was someone in her room. Suddenly the lights came on and she saw several men with hoods on their heads and guns in their hands. Meena started to scream when one of the men pointed his gun at her and said to be quiet.
"Get up and come with us," the leader said.
"What is this about ... who are you?"
"Shut up and get out of bed."
Meena crawled out of bed and stood in front of the men. When she saw their eyes behind the masks staring, she realized she only had on her bra and panties. She blushed and covered her breasts and panty covered crotch. "Can I get some clothes?"
"No," the leader barked. "Here are some shoes," he said as he bent over and picked up a pair of high heels and tossed them toward Meena.
Meena was now too scared to protest. She put on the heels and moved toward the men. She didn't want to say anything about Karan in the other room in the hope that they would not know he was there. When they came out of her bedroom her heart sank when she saw Karan standing in his underwear between two large men.
"Mom's, what's going on?" Karan asked with great fear.
"I don't know son, just do what they say."
"Smart mother," the leader laughed.
Meena and Karan's hands were tied behind them and they forced into a car waiting in back of the hotel. Two of the kidnappers sat on either side. Then they put blindfolds over their eyes. Meena leaned close to her son to try and give him comfort. Unfortunately, she needed the comfort too. She had never been so frightened in her life.
The car twisted and turned for quite some time before it stopped. When it did, she and Karan were pulled out and taken into some type of building. Neither of them knew where they were. When the blindfolds were pulled off they both gasped. They stood in the middle of what could only be described as a medieval prison. It was a large room with very dim lights hanging like torches from the stone walls. Three of the men were there and they had taken off their masks. It was obvious that they didn't care if Karan or she saw their faces now. That sent a chill of dread through Meena. They untied their hands and pushed both into a single cell. Inside the small cell there was a cot and a lone standing toilet. On the cot was one blanket. Then there was a large wooden bucket with a dipper that appeared to be for drinking water and one lone chair. The men closed the cell door and left Meena and Karan alone in the room without saying another word.
"Oh God, Mom, what's going to happen to us?" Karan asked nearly in tears.
"I don't know, sweetheart, we have to be strong and not panic."
"What could they want with us?" Karan asked.
"My guess would be a ransom. But the fact that they let us see their faces scares me."
"Me too. But who would pay the ransom?"
"Well, Ramesh still has access to my money."
Karan looked at his mother with shock. "You mean you didn't cut him off?"
"I was going to, but time just got away from me. But it might be good that he has access. That way he can gather up the ransom."
"You think he would do that?"
"I don't know. We will have to wait and see. Unfortunately it doesn't look like we can break out of here."
Karan and Meena sat down on the lone cot and hugged each other. Meena was trembling as she leaned into her son's strong arms. Tears started to spill from her eyes.
"Don't cry, Mom, I'll think of something," Karan said bravely. Yet, he knew that not much he could do. The guards were burly men and looked very mean ... mean enough to kill them at any time.
"Listen Karan, don't do anything crazy. We have to ... we have to do whatever they want, no matter what that might be," she said, hoping he understood. She couldn't stand it if he resisted and got himself killed.
"Okay," he said, but it wasn't convincing.
"No, I mean it. We have to do what they want ... no resisting. They have complete control over us and could kill us and no one would ever know."
Karan nodded his head.
Later that morning, Meena and Karan received plates of food. But the jailer said nothing when they demanded to be told why they were being held prisoner.
By the end of the day, no one had shown up to explain anything to them.
Neither Meena nor Karan knew what time it was, only that it was dark outside. And Meena had a problem ... she had to pee. There was a toilet conveniently near by, but it was sitting in the open. She looked at Karan and said, "Uh ... Karan, I ... uh have to use the bathroom."
Karan looked confused for a moment and then said, "Oh."
"Maybe you can watch out the cell door while I go," Meena said.
"Uh ... yeah, sure, Mom."
Karan walked over to the cell door and turned his back to his mother.
A few moments later he heard the hiss of his mother relieving herself into the toilet. Amazingly Karan felt his lund start to stir in his shorts. He had to think of something else quick or he knew he would be very embarrassed when he turned around. Fortunately his mother finished before there was a noticeable tent in his shorts.
"If you have to go, I can stand at the door."
Karan realized that he did in fact have to go. "Thanks," he said and switched places with his mother. He stood over the toilet and waited. It was difficult to go with his mother just a few feet away. He almost sighed in relief when he started to pee.
Meena heard urine splashing into the toilet. The sound was loud enough that she almost turned around. She wondered it he had a fire hose over there. In spite of herself she did turn her head. She stifled a gasp when she saw her son holding his lund in his hand. My God, she thought, where did he get a lund like that ... not from his father ... God rest his soul. She turned back before Karan finished, her face as red as a beet.
"Wow, I needed that," he said. Then he looked at his mother and blushed. "I guess we are going to have to get used to that ... I mean if we are locked up here for long," Karan said.
"You're right. Let's hope they contact Ramesh quickly."
"Well, I guess we had better get some sleep," Meena said.
Karan said, "I'll just sleep on the floor. You can have the bed ... such as it is."
"No, you can't do that. There are probably rats in this place. There's enough room for us both if we squeeze in tight."
"Are you sure?" Karan asked.
"Of course," Meena said as she crawled onto the bed.
Then Karan slid in behind her. As he leaned over to say goodnight, he saw that his mother had tears in her eyes. He snuggled up behind her and whispered, "It's going to be okay. They will get their money and we will be home before you know it."
Meena smiled though her tears. "Thanks you," she whispered and kissed his cheek. Then she lay down and felt Karan snuggle up behind her.
His closeness gave her a surprising comfort and she quickly fell asleep.
A couple hours later Meena awaked for some reason. She wasn't sure what until she felt something behind her. For a moment she wasn't sure what it was. Then a blush colored her face. Karan had an erection and it was pressing between the cheeks of her ass. Her panties had been pushed between the cheeks giving his cloth covered erection a place to snuggle into. For a moment she thought about waking him, or a least pulling away, but then with a smile and a little shiver she laid her head back down. She could still remember when his father would get an erection in the middle of the night. She would wake him up and put it to good use. Then she shuddered at the thought that this was her son behind her, not her husband. Still, as much as she tried to deny it, the feeling of his erection was making her excited.
Then throwing caution to the wind she slipped her hand down to her panty covered crotch. Keeping her movement to a minimum, she pressed on the crease of her panties pushing the material between her now swollen lips. When she felt her chut respond a shudder went through her. Unconsciously she pressed her ass backward into Karan's lund.
Unbeknownst to her, Karan had awakened. He was disoriented for a moment, but quickly realized that he had an erection and it was pressed between his mother's ass cheeks. Then, with shock, he realized that his mother was moving. He thought she must be dreaming, but then he saw her arm gently moving up and down and realized that his mother was masturbating! And his lund was causing her excitement.
Meena moved her fingers up and down the grove of her panties, feeling her fingers becoming wet as her excitement grew. Behind her she could feel Karan moving in his sleep. His lund began to slip up and down between her ass cheeks. She heard little whimpers coming from his lips and wondered if he were actually asleep. Her fingers stopped moving and with her rapidly beating heart waited to see if he reacted. Karan kept moving. She knew that she was being silly ... he had to be asleep. With a quiet sigh, she began to move her fingers again. With super human strength she tried to keep her hips still. It was near impossible as she felt the large shaft moving between her cheeks. She was glad they had underwear on or she wasn't sure what would have happened.
When Meena felt herself getting close to a climax she began to move her fingers faster. The crotch of her panties was now soaked and she worried that if Karan awaken he would hear the squishing sound.
Karan could hear the sound and he could actually smell his mother's excitement. With an incredible boldness he squirmed and allowed his arm to slip over his mother's side until he could feel her bra covered breast under his hand. He wanted to squeeze but contented himself with the feeling of her heaving breast under his scorched palm. He was close to climax when he realized that if he did, there was nothing to keep his cum from seeping through his shorts to his mother's panties. But then it was too late. He could feel his balls churning and he bit his tongue as his lund throbbed and began to squirt his juice into his underwear.
Meena was shocked to realize that he son was climaxing. She could feel the throbs of his lund and then the dampness of his cum on her quickly saturated panties. In spite of all the bad things that had happened to them this day, a climax overtook her. She unconsciously pushed back into her son, feeling his still pulsing lund hot against her ass cheeks. Her face grew red with embarrassment, but that did nothing to quell her strong climax.
Karan shivered as the last of his sperm was spent into his underwear. He could feel his mother still twitching for several long moments after he was done. When she finally stopped, he was afraid to move. Thinking quickly he moaned as if asleep and turned over to face the wall. His heart was still thumping in his chest. God, what did I just do? he wondered.
Meena was relieved when Karan turned away. She would have been mortified if he were actually awake and knew that she had fingered herself to a climax as he was having a wet dream. And it was very wet. She could still feel the sperm that had made her panties wet now plastering the cotton material to her ass. With a sigh, she closed her eyes and fell back to sleep.
When sunlight began to shine into the cell from the lone window, Meena awakened. For a moment she wondered where she was. A second later she felt the dread of their situation overcome her. She sat up and looked at Karan who was still asleep. She got up and quietly walked over to the toilet and pulled her panties down. With an intake of breath she saw the flaky residue of cum on the back of her panties from last night and realized that it hadn't been a dream. God, I hope Karan doesn't know what happened, she thought. She did her business and went back to the bed. As she sat down, Karan opened his eyes.
"Good morning, Mom," he said.
Although there was nothing to make the morning good, she smiled at her son and said, "Good morning."
A while later a man came with their breakfast. He pushed the food under the cell door and left. Meena and Karan found that they were very hungry. They ate quickly and then settled down on the bed and waited.
The rest of the day was nothing but boredom as they waited for something ... some word or communication. As evening came Meena and Karan grew more apprehensive about their fait.
Three men sat around a table drinking beer just up the stairs from where Meena and Karan were being held prisoner. One of the men was Bengali named Jain Lalit and the leader of the small group. The other was an Tamil named Punja Gopi who had a particular love for ropes and bondage. The third man was from Tamil named, Rameshver Punit. None of them were residents of the Island , but had come here for a very specific purpose.
"So what are we supposed to do with the prisoners?" Punit asked.
"I know what I would like to do with the woman," Gopi said with a smile.
"They'll be none of that. The boss said that if any one of us touch them he will personally cut our balls off," answered Lalit.
They all knew he would do it too.
"So what is he going to do with them?" the Punit asked.
"He was paid Rs.500,000 to kidnap the pair and dispose of them," Lalit answered.
"Who paid and why haven't we killed them yet?" the Tamil asked.
Lalit smiled. "I think it was her estranged husband. But the boss is smart and he thinks that there is a lot more money from a ransom instead of a hit."
"It's a double cross, huh?" the Punit said with knowing smile.
"Yeah, the boss told the husband that if he doesn't pay we will go to the authorities with the fact that he paid us to kill them."
The Tamil looked disappointed. "You sure we can't fuck the woman?"
"Not unless you want your balls cut off. But the boss said that if the deal doesn't work out we can have her," responded the Lalit.
"Shit man, all that chut going to waste," said the Gopi.
"Well, not entirely to waste. The boss said we couldn't touch them but that doesn't mean we can't have a little fun."
"How can we do that?" the Gopi asked excitedly.
"Well, I said 'We' can't touch them, at least not in a sexual way. But what if we forced the boy to do some things with his dear old mom?"
Punit and Gopi smiled.
"I like that. Never seen a son fuck his own mother," Gopi said and they all laughed.
Meena and Karan heard a noise from outside the cell. The door at the top of the stairs was opening and someone was coming. They watched as three men walked down the stairs and to the cell. They opened the door and stepped inside.
"What is going on here?" Meena demanded with more confidence then she felt.
Lalit said, "You two are very lucky. Your husband, Mrs. Meena, hired our boss to kill you and your son."
"Oh my God," Meena gasped. She looked at Karan and saw that his eyes were open wide.
"I told you he was no good," Karan said with thinly disguised anger.
The three men laughed. "The only reason you are alive is that our boss decided that you two were worth more alive then dead ... at least for now."
Meena felt a shiver go through her at his words. "When are ... when are we going to be let go."
"That depends on your husband," Lalit said. "Now, Gopi, would you be so kind as to tie up the young man here."
"No," Karan screamed.
The men laughed. "What are you going to do, stop us?" The man grabbed Meena and twisted her arm behind her back, bringing a cry of pain. "Now don't give us any trouble or we 'WILL' hurt you."
"Do as he says," Meena said looking at her son with pleading eyes. She only hopped he didn't get bullheaded and get himself hurt.
Karan stood with his fists clenched. But even he realized that he was no match for these three large men.
"Take off your underwear," Lalit said.
Karan's eyes grew wide. It was obvious he was ready to defy them.
"Please, Karan, do as they say."
With a look of anger Karan slowly stripped off his underwear.
Gopi secured Karan to a chair with rope around his chest, arms, and ankles. The he put a piece of tape across his mouth.
"My friend here loves to work with ropes as you will see," Lalit said with a laugh.
Karan then watched in horror as one of the men held his mother as the other took off her bra. His eyes opened wide as he stared at his mother's gorgeous tits. The three men stared as well.
"Wow, would you look at those tits," Gopi said as he tied Meena's arms behind her.
"Man would I love to spend a few hours sucking those," Punit added.
Meena's face turned red with embarrassment. She looked at her naked son and saw sympathy in his eyes ... but also something else. She could see his penis start to move, indicating that he was getting excited looking from her. In spite of her situation she felt a tingling in her chut at her son's stare.
"Mmmmmffffff," Karan moaned behind his gag. Yet, even as he protested, his lund continued to harden.
"Look at the little pervert, he's getting a hard-on," Gopi said with a laugh.
"He must be reading our minds," Lalit said.
"Now, Mrs. Meena, you are going to suck your son's lund," Lalit said in a matter of fact tone.
"Oh my God, no," Meena screamed. "You can't do that. He's my son."
"That my lady is the best part," Lalit laughed. "Now you are going to do as we say or we will beat your son to a pulp."
Meena looked at her son and could see his shock, yet, his lund was now at full erection. She felt like running, but knew that she couldn't get far and the end result would be that Karan could be killed. She knew she had to do it.
One of the men led her over to Karan and helped her to her knees. A moment later she was on the floor with her face just inches from her son's now pulsing lund. Her eyes opened wide. She couldn't believe how large his lund was. In spite of everything she felt her chut begin to get wet. She could smell Karan's excitement and the smell excited her. She heard Karan moan in mortification and knew he was embarrassed about his reaction to seeing her breasts.
"Suck your son's lund, whore," Lalit sneared.
Meena looked up at her son with resignation.
Then she closed her eyes and took the large head of his lund into her mouth.
She heard her son moan but didn't know if it was from pleasure or embarrassment. She knew what she was feeling and it was anything but motherly. Her chut had begun to leak. Now she was worried that the stain on her panties would be visible. Then when she heard her son moan again and his lund pulse in her mouth she knew it wasn't from embarrassment any more. He was excited and she could taste his pre-cum pouring into her mouth.
"That's it Rand, suck his lund. Look at her go. She likes it," one of the men said.
"Suck him. Suck him, Rand," another said.
Then there was a click and a flash. Meena stopped sucking and turned around. She saw a camera in one of the men's hands. He was taking pictures of them. Oh my God, she thought, if those got out ...
"Keep sucking him. And when he cums, I want you to take it into your mouth, but don't swallow."
Meena looked at her son and could see his shock, yet, his lund was now at full erection. She felt like running, but knew that she couldn't get far and the end result would be that Karan could be killed. She knew she had to do it.
One of the men led her over to Karan and helped her to her knees. A moment later she was on the floor with her face just inches from her son's now pulsing lund. Her eyes opened wide. She couldn't believe how large his lund was. In spite of everything she felt her chut begin to get wet. She could smell Karan's excitement and the smell excited her. She heard Karan moan in mortification and knew he was embarrassed about his reaction to seeing her breasts.
"Suck your son's lund, whore," Lalit sneared.
Meena looked up at her son with resignation.
Then she closed her eyes and took the large head of his lund into her mouth.
She heard her son moan but didn't know if it was from pleasure or embarrassment. She knew what she was feeling and it was anything but motherly. Her chut had begun to leak. Now she was worried that the stain on her panties would be visible. Then when she heard her son moan again and his lund pulse in her mouth she knew it wasn't from embarrassment any more. He was excited and she could taste his pre-cum pouring into her mouth.
"That's it Rand, suck his lund. Look at her go. She likes it," one of the men said.
"Suck him. Suck him, Rand," another said.
Then there was a click and a flash. Meena stopped sucking and turned around. She saw a camera in one of the men's hands. He was taking pictures of them. Oh my God, she thought, if those got out ...
"Keep sucking him. And when he cums, I want you to take it into your mouth, but don't swallow."
Meena turned back to her son and started to suck him again. She could feel her son trembling as she sucked harder, running her tongue around the swollen head. Within several minutes she knew that Karan was close to a climax. Now she wasn't in this mess anymore ... she was lost in excitement. She felt her chut throbbing and worried that she might climax herself. Suddenly she heard Karan moan loudly and her mouth started to fill with his thick cum. As much as she wanted to, she didn't swallow, but held his cum in her mouth as ordered. When Karan's lund stopped squirting she pulled away, holding her mouth shut.
"Got some great pictures," the man with the camera said. "Now open your mouth and show us what you have."
Meena opened her mouth and closed her eyes. She heard the clicking of the camera.
"Now swallow," Lalit ordered.
Meena did, taking the thick fluid down her throat. Suddenly she felt a rush of pleasure as she started to climax.
"Look at the Rand, she's climaxing."
"Get a photo of that, quick," Lalit said.
"Click, click, click." It was all recorded now: a mother sucking her son's lund and swallowing his cum while climaxing. There would be no doubt that she was climaxing. These pictures could be very valuable, Lalit thought and smiled.
"Very nice mother," Lalit said after Meena had swallowed her son's cum. "Now Ram boy, have you ever eaten chut?"
Karan looked at the man but didn't answer. His eyes showed his shock, though.
"Naw, that kid ain't never tasted a chut," Gopi laughed.
"Please, I've done what you asked," Meena pleaded. "Don't do this to us."
"What's wrong, Mom, don't like the thought of getting off by your son eating your already juicy chut. I mean, look at your panties, they're soaked. You probably even squirted in them when you climaxed."
All three men laughed and Meena's face turned as red.
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