I am pleasantly surprised over huge emails from all of you. Thanks for your response. In fact, as I told you, it is not just a story but a true happening of my life. I am a well read person and I have educated myself by correspondence degrees.
In fact, I have an M Phil in English Literature and I have read a lot of novels. This is the reason for my polished prose. Some of you also wanted to know my stats which I have not mentioned in the previous story.
In fact, I am 5 .7 feet, very fair with huge breasts which are 36 dd, my waist is a normal Indian housewife size of 32 while my rear rotundity is 38 below which I have fleshy thighs with ample meat. My tummy is slightly protruded making my belly button big, round and deep and I have a little flab all across my belly right up to my waist. This flesh does not make a fold on my waist but it is slightly fleshy as if more flesh would create a smal line or fold making the flab separate layer on the body. The flesh falls from my stomach like a ripple on my waist and then this meat spreads evenly upon my big buttocks making them soft, spongy and stuffed.
In fact, when I walk , sometimes both my buttocks could be seen from behind, struggling to find a place in the centre and moving to and fro, up and down, big fleshy mass vulgarly displaying its rotundity. My breasts are also quite big but it is my big ass which steals the show. My arms are also full and meaty and yet I am not fat. I am just fleshy and meaty at all the right places. I had my hair cut after my marriage as my husband wanted it that way but recently I have grown a plait again. I normally dress up in salwar kameez. As I told you that I worked as a sewing assistant when I married Sudarshan.
After that, I studied and improved my qualification and found a job in a private school. Thereafter I was selected in the state govt job. I have worked as a teacher since at different places. It was only when my husband got ill that I took leave from my work. My son studied in a boarding school and later studied at Chandigarh and he got a job in a private company. He used to come home on alternate Saturday’s and his holidays. He had been a good son. A son every mother would desire. I was not yet thinking of his marriage and then suddenly my husband took to bed. Ajit had to come back home leaving his job at Chandigarh.
Now, both of us stayed home and took care of him. He needed help at night and we took turns alternately to sleep. In fact, now we had started to share the same bed since it was a great discomfort to go back to the room as sleepyhead. I had told my son to sleep in our room only as I knew how much he loved his sleep. I used to dress up in nighties and gowns so far in front of my husband. I dressed up in suits when my son was at home.
Since Sudarshan had fallen ill now, I was not in a mood to wear them. Somehow I didn’t feel comfortable in them to sleep at night. They appeared to be tight as I was used to loose clothing. So I thought what would my son say if he sees me like that.
Then I thought, he is going to share the same bed. Are you out of your mind. He is your own son. But then ,in let it go. I was his mother after all. He can never lust for me in his dreams. He was a normal child and seeing me in little clothing would have no effect on him. He has been to a city. He must have seen women in these outfits aplenty. There was nothing to worry and besides he has been very affectionate to me.
So I decided and worm some of my nighties in front of my son. They were normal ones with not much to reveal except for my calves and feet. My son in not tall but he is just as fair as me. He has a leak look as most Himachali boys have. He loves non veg food which I cook at home. He is a straight normal child. I have no other issue. That’s all about me. However I would love to answer if any more details you want. But only those who do not reveal my secrecy.
Back to the story…
When I reached Kamla’s house, she was all alone. She lived in a posh two floor house and had two sons who were doing jobs in the city. Her husband was the top jeweller in town. He was a thin lean guy whereas my friend was quite buxom and supple. She was married to a suniyar or jeweller and she herself belonged to he family of Dhobis. She had learnt love making skills from her mother, aunts and her cousins and she had told me on numerous occasions , she had sex with her nephews and her in laws young boys.
In fact, she was alone the whole day in this big house and she felt pangs of lust in this mid age. Her husband occasionally came to home for lunch and stayed at the shop mostly. He would come home only at the evening. Kamla watched TV , did some domestic chores as she also had a domestic help Vidya, and stood in the sun for a while in winters and passed her time.
With her motherly duties done and her sons settled in cities, she was a relaxed woman now. She stayed at home, fingered her flabby bush and dressed in her favourite nighties and panties and enjoyed herself. It had been years , she had sex with anyone except her jeweller husband. She was really dying for some good sex when one evening, Monty caught her eye.
In fact, Kamla went for an evening walk everyday and once she saw a young clean shaven fair guy stalking her. She felt a little uneasy. The next few days , she observed that the young boy looked at her breasts. She felt overjoyed at the thought of mating with him. Her pussy twitched and she knew she could easily tame this young boy. She gave him naughty smiles and called him to her home at noon when her mohalla would be asleep and no one would see Monty come to her house.
When Monty reached , Kamla welcomed him at the door in her green maxi with no bra underneath and as soon as she saw him, her nipples were starting to poke in that maxi. Monty immediately hugged her and kissed her full in her lips. He untied her hair and kept kissing her as they moved to the bedroom.
The main door was wide open. When they came inside, Kamla pushed her lover away. She gave him a slow strip-tease and stood there finally in her navy blue flower printed panty. Monty also quickly undid his clothes. After that they fucked for half an hour. Monty fucked her almost everyday for two years before he got a job somewhere else. Kamla drove him crazy with her love making skills and she told me all this when I visited her. She also referred to various ways and poses in which a woman can please a man.
As I went inside , I could hear her shower in the bathroom. When I called her name, she came dressed in a towel. She was looking so hot even at this age. She smiled and sat next to me. I told her the whole story. She told me not to worry as she knew a lot of tricks.
At first, she told me to prepare a concoction of honey, shilaajeet and herbs and give it to my son, half an hour before the intercourse. Hen, she went to her kitchen and brought some oil and told me to rub it on my son’s cock on all nights for at least one hour.
Then, she brought an old book with sexual illustrations all over and explained me different positions with varying results like some could heighten enjoyment while others could prolong sexual activity. She gave much stress to two positions one of which was a lotus flower position.
In this pose, with his mother spread like a lotus flower while her son fucked her from the top and moved all round fucking her at the center prolonged sex and this was what I needed. I thanked her for her help. She asked me to finger her as she didn’t have sex for some time. I was more than happy as I had done many times in the past. then she just removed her towel and I finger fucked her while teasing her nipples with my teeth. She came in no time as I sat down and fingered her harder. Jets of orgasm dribbled from my fingers as she panted and lay to rest. I came back home after that.
She asked me to keep the book and worship it formally with incense and buttermilk lamp in front of nude photo or idol of goddess Kali. She also told me to draw designs on the floor with finely crushed rice and flour paste in the courtyard of my house. She asked me to dress up appropriately for the occasion in my wedding dress and heavy jewellery as the goddess liked to have sex in full glory like a newly wed bride. I listened to her and moved to my house with all the concoctments for the ritual.
It was Thursday today and two days were left for the muhurat. My son helped me during the day in chores and in the afternoon I decided to go and see the Ojha. We moved on my son’s bike to his place. As I sat behind my son, I let my fat buxom rest on his shoulder and back and felt like his girlfriend. I even taunted him saying that people will say this boy has an old girlfriend. He just laughed it away saying that I looked far younger than what I thought.
I suddenly felt an emotional mixture of a mother’s pride and a feeling of arousal which one gets from similar flirtations of any male. I was feeling aroused and I responded by slightly rubbing my breasts on his back. It was a pure desire of love and it was done with an intention to make my son happy. I realized the value of my breasts in my son’s life. Right from infant feed to sexual joy, now my son was getting a tease for his mother from her breasts. I thanked God for letting me be useful to my son. Soon we reached the Ojha’s hut after a small walk in the woods.
The Ojha smiled at us and asked us to sit down. He signaled to his aide and he left us alone in the room. The fire burned in the centre of the room and smoke filled the room overhead moving out from the windows. It was a Dhoona, people who are from hills will know what Dhoona is. Normally women are not allowed near the Dhoona but this was not the case here. Since it was far away from the city, not many people came this way. His aide called from outside that he is leaving and will be here tomorrow morning. The Ojha sat silent for a while and waved him goodbye.
Then he smiled at us. He said that he knew why I had come. I was surprised. He told me that I wanted to make sure if everything was ok and if it was a proper thing to do to one’s own son. He told me that he himself was a Chamar before he settled her and became an Ojha. He said that he had known about the curse of Chamar community since he was a child. He had not married himself but he had cured several woman of their infertility. He said that he talked to spirits, heard sounds, screams and sexual cravings of the living and the dead. He said he was using his gift to cure people and he was happy with it.
He knew it was a strange business, but he knew he was right. He was telling us all this in the evening when the rain started to tap on the slates at the ceiling. Cold wind came from the open windows and brought some showers inside. The Ojha got up and closed the windows and the main door. When he got up, I realised that he had just taken a shawl on his chest which now slipped on his seat as he got up, and he was wearing a langot at his crotch. He closed all doors and the sound of rain tinkled in the ears.There was no electricity yet the room was lit by the fire in the centre. He asked me to come close to his seat. My son and I changed positions on the floor.
I was dressed in my salwar kameez and had a few bangles on my wrist. He smiled and asked my son if he had any reservations about any other man touching his mother. He was surprised and asked who. He said, he may have to touch my body but that is if my son agreed. It is to help us. Suddenly, my mind was taken to newspaper clippings where these babas seduce women with their powers. He sensed it and said we must feel relaxed and he will stop where we say. I looked at my son and he nodded. This assurance from my son was a renewed appeal of affection and support. I told the Ojha that he could go ahead.
He took hold of my hands and rubbed them for a few minutes with his strong masculine hands which had become rougher due to incessant rubbing of bhang or marijuana, which these holy people smoke. Then, he smiled at me again and looked at my son. He said that he knew what we were worried about The day of amavasya when we were to please the goddess. He said that he had sent his assistant to help them with the cause.
He said that these devas, asuras, gandharvas, rakshas, apsaras and other celestial beings have a supreme sexual appetite. It is very difficult for a human being to satiate them but if sex is done in the scriptural way, they might get orgasmically vanquished. He said that there have been similar few cases in the past and he had successfully guided them into recovery but in a few unfortunate events, the goddess was not satisfied and the lady lost her mind when the goddess left her body. In another such failure, he told that during sex , the goddess lost all control and bit her partner so hard on his body that blood came out. She fainted after that and the ritual was not completed. But, he said, we must not worry as I had a very virile son.
He then asked me remove my kameez. I removed my shirt hesitatingly as I had never undressed in front of anyone other than my husband and son. In fact, being in only bra in front of a total stranger was out of my dreams. In the heart of my hearts, I remembered Lord Siva who has created everything, to forgive me in exhibiting myself like that. While chanting his name, I began to remove my sky-blue kameez. I was very jittery that even though I was an educated middle class woman, I still had the sanskars of a village girl. I had been covering every inch of my body in the village as a teen and I had to wear a ghunghat or pardah when I went to my in laws place who were all Chamars.
They were all dark types and I was the only light skinned woman in the village. They had yet not accepted our wedding. The mahachamar or the spiritual headman considered it low to mix up with lowly breed of an unnatural coupling of Chamar and Brahmin. When in the village, I covered myself up properly and didn’t reveal an inch from my body. I slid the dupatta in front to hide my buxom breasts. And now, at this moment, I was about to remove my kurta to this unknown man who claimed to be a saint.
Even though, he was a voyeur, I let him be. I was ready to try any herb, treatment or supernatural power to cure my husband. I removed my kurta but hid myself behind it. I couldn’t bear the shame and clutched to it. A pang of ideal womanhood and chastity passed through my soul. I felt that by showing himself my assets , I have allowed him to have sex with me. It was as if he was going to have sex with me only through his eyes. I was scared of other man’s eyes and the kurta did not come off my body. I held it in my hands.
He sensed it and took it in his hands and gently pulled it. After a little effort, I grit my teeth and let the kurta go off my body bathing in shame and embarrassment. My purple netted lacy bra came into view which tightly held my motherly treasures. Shame again gripped me and I tried to hide them behind my arms and hands. He smiled at my red face and looked at my son and told him that he is going to learn a lot from his knowledge of kok-shashtra, a collection of hymns devoted to love making.
He said that although market editions of this were available but he had read the original text in Haridwar. It was the blessing of this great book that he had been able to cure many. Of course, he had all kind of cases and he said that mother son cae was rare but not unusual. Then, I remembered that the book given to me by Kamla also bore the same title. He said to my son that he is going to tell them the most secret yogic ways to heighten the sexual enjoyment and make it divine where the goddess can be invoked , ritually deflowered and satiated after consummation.
He hands now travelled to my bra and he started to squeeze my breasts over the bra and told my son that this is how he should start. I was beginning to feel uneasy with his hands touching me and more than lust and sex, it was a kind of typical Indian conservative mindset which came into play. I did not like to be touched by another man. I was a pure and pious lady. I knew my limits. Already, sitting like that was causing me a great embarrassment.He said that foreplay is very important in a sexual act and he must caress and arouse by gently touching all my private parts. He told me to remove my bra now. I was totally at loss and I could not gather the courage to remove it myself.
I just shook my head in negation. The Ojha said that it was ok if I didn’t want to. I said that I have never been naked like that before, please forgive me. He said that he was going to teach a few things to my son. He said that there is no harm in sitting clothed but for some acts , nudity would be preferable. I felt relieved and quickly wore my kameez back over my bra held breasts.
The Ojha then asked us if we had tried it the previous day. My son meekly smiled and I nodded my head. He said there is no harm in practise when one knew that the task at hand was a difficult and rare. He said he is going to give us the spiritual force which is a must in such a union. It will remove all the barriers and obstacles in the wellness of my husband. I thanked Lord Shiva once again. He said that before doing the final act, we must pray in minimal clothing in front of a nude idol of shiva and Kali. After chanting a special mantra, which he whispered in our ears, a full Aarti of the Lord be sung and he summary of the act be repeated win proper prayers which , he said, were known to few Chamars. He told us all and asked to repeat after him.
When we left , we had memorised its words, some of which I will translate from Pahari to English. It’s a kind of folk song, but not known to all, perhaps people who are from Chamar caste will recognise its words. Such ancient cryptic double meaning songs also curse the goddess to invoke her. Mantras get diluted when they pass from Brahmins to other castes. Whereas brahmaniccal mantras praise God, Chamars use their prayers to curse and instigate gods to attack with fury which may result in sexual intercourse. Cursing is the unique Chamar way to invoke her grace.. It goes,
There was a rain of white fluid when Kama mated Rati
Where were you o dark goddess
Why didn’t you stop your son from transgressing
Where were you o nude goddess
Have your clothes been torn by your son too
Or your breasts mauled by the one from your womb
How will you purify that blood which comes from higher caste
Where will you hide your bloody face , o hungry goddess
Your steaming pussy dribbles with cum on your thighs
You are worse than every tramp and every whore
You surpass every Cheeri, Julahi and Doomni
Which caste do you belong to, you lustful goddess
Who dared to come and enter your clan without asking you
The upper caste lunatic will be dealt rightly by you
You must not kill her with your wrath and stop the line
Rather make her womb fertile , o benevolent goddess
He ails with torment whom you created as Chamar
His life and honour are staked by your curse
Accept the transgressors with their bodies and take penance
For here is his son, you fearsome goddess
Come, rise and take this woman’s body of higher caste
Ravish her , demean her, defile her by her son
You are the only one who can take a mother son coupling
Rise and mate, o motherly goddess.
Feed on his huge young cock and lick it dry
Empty his load in the inner recesses of your divine womb
Mate now, just use her body and show her the place
No caste can pleasure the Chamars, o revered goddess
Be motherly, be kind while fill yourself with lust
Accept our oblations , heart and soul
Accept our bodies for your rituals
Let peace prevail in all the communities, hail mother goddess.
In fact, it is a document which is not written but has gone by with the word of mouth for generations. I was really pleased to get this from the Ojha. Then he told my son a few poses and came near him and told him to lie. He positioned me in a variety of ways , while we were clothed and told us other codal formalities. In fact, at times , he asked me to sit in my son’s crotch while he made a mock position of his cock with his fingers and touched my yoni under my salwar and panties, a few times.
Once again, I felt outraged a bit but not aroused. His caressing was so demeaning to my personal honour and Indian femininity. I could not even, in my dreams , let any other person come near me, forget about touching and that too in private parts.
The next time, he moved his hand to my panties area and pressed it with his index finger to imitate a cock, telling my son about a specific pose, I caught hold of his hand and stopped it. He understood. Thereafter, he did not spend much time and wished us all the best. We took leave of him by touching his feet. As a parting word to my son, he said that I must apply all the Vibhuti to the places mentioned by him in proper way.
We reached home. It had rained and there was chill in the air. I changed into my long sleeve nighty while Ajit parked his bike.
More to follow. Friends, don’t ask me if it is a true story. Don’t read if you don’t like. But let me tell you, it is reality of my life, not some fantasy story. I have dared to cross the social boundary and taboo. This is real. Thanks for your response at [email protected]