Chapter 1

Ajmira Begum welcomed her friend Gurpreet and Jaspal ... and leading them to her living room as she asked her Maid to send there some snacks. Within minutes her Adibasi maid Malti, wearing just a cheap cotton Saree arrived there with some snacks and coffee ... and put them on the tea table in front of them. Picking two cups, she offered those to them and started chatting with her Punjabi friend about her forthcoming marriage with Birendra.

They were planning to buy few more clothes and cosmetics as the preperation of jwellery were still in the process ... which were designed according to the choice Protima. During their conversation, at one point Gurpreet raised the issue of Abdul’s poor performance in Hindi and expressed her deep concern about it. Ajmira supported her friend’s view and requested her friend to render him few special coaching.

Although Ajmira was having a deep relation with Birendra for the last two months and getting constant requests from the Nepali widower to marry him, she couldn’t take her final decision thinking about her teenage son. He would be lonely ... sometimes it seemed he was inattentive in his studies and his academic career might be seriously affected ... all those made her confused.

But after getting assurance from Birendra that after their marriage, Abdul would live with them and there wouldn’t be any problem in his studies. Overall, noticing his affection for her son, she felt happy and thought it was the right time, she could marry.

During their gossips, Gurpreet was sneaking clandestine peeks at her 13 yrs old cute student and suddenly addressed Ajmira ... pointing her finger to Abdul, “So, Ajmira, it seems your handsome son fall in some little Beauty’s trap? His mind is nowhere in the study!”

Thirteen year old Karim Khan alias Abdul looked at her mother’s Headmistress friend and noticed a sly smile spread on her face. She watched him, thinking to herself for the umpteenth time what a beautiful child he was. Short, slight, but with fair, unblemished skin, soft black hair, and the biggest and most gorgeous brown eyes she’d ever seen.

Gurpreet knew Abdul very well since his childhood ... and having been his Hindi teacher for two years and the Headmistress of the school in which he had been studying from Class-V, she treated him just like her own son. Abdul too behaved accordingly never showed any type of disrespect or arrogance to her and her husband Jaspal.

She was in her late thirties ... elder than Ajmira and Protima both ... hadn’t any children till now. Due to her childless criteria, she still looked as young as a college student. A willowy, attractive woman with shining boycut hair, she was a born flirt. Beneath her playfulness, though, she managed always to exude a smoldering sexuality.

“He has grown up too fast, hasn’t he?” said Ajmira, looking admiringly at her son.

“I’ll bet he’s grown up in more ways than one!” said Gurpreet, laughing.

Jaspal, sitting next to his wife, laughed. “Preet, you’re terrible! You’re embarrassing the poor boy!”

Jaspal too was in his late thirties, two years older than his wife Gurpreet. Built higher and more solidly than the normal Bengalis and his wife too was proportionately built. However she nevertheless had her Muslim friend’s big tits and full, round ass. She liked to say that she was... ‘Built for comfort, not speed’.

“Oh, I think he can take it,” said Gurpreet, grinning at Abdul wickedly. “Can’t you, Abdul?”

“Yes, ma’am,” said Abdul, smiling and glancing at his mother shyly.

“You see? And sooo polite!” She giggled. “How old are you now, Abdul?”

“As a matter of fact, I’ll turn thirteen tomorrow,” answered Abdul.

“See there, Ajmira, he has already crossed his puberty!” Said Gurpreet. “You better work out, Abdul and involved yourself this week for arranging your mother’s second marriage and keeping company with two sex-starved old ladies. And on your birthday, too.”

“Preet ... Check yourself!!” blurted Ajmira. Gurpreet was one of her best friends, but the elder Punjabi woman had a wild side that sometimes embarrassed the more straight-laced Muslim widow.

“Oh, relax, Ajmira, I’ll bet he knows a lot more about sex than you think,” said Gurpreet, reaching forward and squeezing Abdul’s shoulder. “Don’t you, Abdul?”

“It’s okay, Ammi,” said Abdul with a grin ... feeling his cock growing in his Bermuda as he looked at his mother’s best friend. “I know a few things, Ma’am.”

He was actually enjoying the somewhat risque banter, and he liked the idea that the Headmistress of his school found him handsome. She had always been flirtatious with him, even when he was twelve years old and take special Hindi coaching from her, and she had been the subject of many of his earliest sexual fantasies. He turned towards her and saw his Ma’am gazing steadily back at his crotch as he felt a stirring on his cock. Her eyes held his for a long moment at the bulge, until he finally looked away to keep his focus on the TV.

Ajmira turned her head and gazed at her son, her thoughts turning to an event of a few weeks before, one that had been preying on her mind ever since. She had come home from her hospital duty, dropped her bags on the couch, and gone of in search of her son to find out if he wanted to go out to dinner with her.

Finally concluding that he was probably in his room, she had walked up to the door and found it slightly ajar. Normally respectful of her son’s privacy, she had been about to knock when she heard a muffled groan. Peeking through the narrow opening, here eyes widened with shock, her breath catching in her throat.

On the bed, completely naked, was her son. His back was against the headboard, supported by a pillow. He was watching a porn in her Tab which she’d kept securely in her drawer and watch hard-core Hindi porn at night while rubbing her cunt. She was shocked and embarrassed both for opening her Secrecy to her kid.

Instantly she became angry for intervening her privacy and decided to snatch the Tab and rebuke him harshly. However next moment she thought it would be boomerang for both and check herself as she continued to watch his activity. He held the Tab with his left hand, and the fingers of his right hand were wrapped tightly around the thick shaft of his rigid teenage cock!

She started to leave, but her curiosity held her back. She knew, of course, that her son started masturbating recently. All boys did. But she had never witnessed it, and hadn’t seen him naked in many years. Now her eyes were drawn to his cock, so much bigger now ... even bigger than her late husband.

It was glistening with the baby oil he had spread on it’s engorged length. She watched, fascinated, as he slowly stroked it, not in a hurry, blissfully unaware that his mother was watching him. His slippery fingers slid up over the sensitive, spongy crown, then back down, as his eyes glued to the Tab’s screen.

Despite her guilt at spying on her son, Ajmira felt a sudden surge of warm wetness between her legs. She had simply never thought of her son in sexual terms, never thought of him as having an adult cock. Now, suddenly, watching him slowly jerk off, she didn’t see him as her son, but as a man, a man with a cock, and who knew what it was for.

She felt her nipples stiffen beneath the material of her thin Kameez as they started leaking milk, and her hand crept, almost unconsciously, downward. She pressed her fingers against her mound, rubbing herself gently through the material of her Salwar, biting her lower lip and stifling a sigh as she felt the currents of pleasure swirl through her body.

At that moment, Abdul’s fingers tightened around the thick shaft of his penis, and his fingers drew slowly up against the head. He groaned aloud as a thick rope of whitish semen surged upward ... erupting from the tip ... then cascading back down and splattering over his fingers as they continued to stroke his flourishing cock.

Again and again it pulsed, and she watched, fascinated, as he pumped out spurt after spurt of hot cum ... splattering his hands and his flat stomach. She unconsciously slid her tongue out and traced her parted lips with it as she watched.

As his orgasm waned, Ajmira’s embarrassment and guilt suddenly returned, and she eased away from the door. But the image of her son’s wildly spurting cock was indelibly seared into her brain. She crept back down the stairs, her heart pounding. Gathering her wits, she opened and closed the front door, and then called out to Abdul that she was home.

All through the dinner that evening, she had been unable to get her mind off of what she had seen, although she tried hard to make sure her face didn’t betray anything to her son. That night, when her son was in the shower, she quietly entered his room and searched quickly for her Tab, finally finding it hidden under some clothes in the bottom drawer of his dresser.

Quickly she searched the history and was surprised by his choice ... he’d mostly watched those porns in which relatively older female actresses involved. She even noticed that her son watched two movies completely in which a heroine named as ‘Bhargobi’ was acting as the hero’s mother.

In the film the teenage hero was jacking himself while watching a porn in the mobile. Suddenly the heroine, hero’s mother ‘Bhargobi’ entered the room and catch her son masterbating. Without flinching, the hero continued his stroking as he watched his mother’s reaction. The mother at first rebuked him smilingly for watching the dirty film as she sat beside him and started watching the porn with her son ... then one thing leads to another and they involved themselves in raunchy sex.

Ajmira stared at the video and the captions, her mind racing, her knees weak. Her son was having sexual fantasies about older women! Perhaps even about his own mother! She heard the shower turn off, and she quickly stuffed her Tab back in it’s hiding place, leaving the room before her son came out of the bathroom.

That night, lying in her bed in her Maxi, the image of his beautiful teenage cock had returned vividly. Was it possible? Did Abdul actually masturbate thinking of having sex with her? Did he imagine that it was her mouth around his cock, or that it was buried deep inside her yearning cunt? Did he see HER face as he eagerly pumped out his pent-up load of hot, thick cum?

As her mind swirled with these illicit thoughts, she drew her legs up, and her hands eased down between them. She pulled up her Maxi and her fingers slid into the folds of her cunt. She was sopping wet, aroused beyond belief. Slowly, she caressed herself, moaning softly.

‘I shouldn’t be doing this’, She thought. ‘I can’t be thinking this way. It’s the world’s greatest sin. He’s my son ... till now a child! But inspite of those, she couldn’t banish the image of her son between her legs, of his cock thrusting into her cunt, which had known Birendra’s lust-hardened cock few days ago in a hotel! She could guess it was her Birendra’s savage fucking which suddenly raised the incestous desire for her own son.

“Oh Allah! Please pardon me!” She groaned as her fingers slid inside her vaginal opening, moving in and out slowly as her hips thrust against her unseen lover.

Her other hand cupped her milk-filld tits through the filmy material, squeezing it as the milk squirted and soaked the Maxi ... her fingers moved in and out of her cunt. Did her son imagine himself sucking on her full milk-filld tits and drink her milk, the way he did as a little baby, while he would fuck her ... driving his kid-cock (! ) powerfully ... relentlessly toward his climax?