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Once Eaten Twice Hungry

Hema couldn't hold the drops of tears that rolled down her silken cheeks. Manish, her husband was fast asleep after a prolonged business trip to the north. It wasn't easy combating his eyes when she had opened the door for him on his return. Her heart almost broke in shame when he gave her the usual gentle hug moments after he entered the house. He was in no mood for further romance after the tedious train journey. He didn't wait for his favorite lemon tea as he quietly resigned to the bed and began letting out gentle snores within minutes.

Hema always emptied his baggage whenever he returned from his tours. He normally brought a hell lot of clothes to be washed. He was notorious for his utter laziness in general and hence his dirty habit of stuffing his suitcase wasn't ever surprising. However, this time around he had a few things apart from the usual rubbish. There was the nice imported perfume, a pair of glowing bangles, a nice blouse piece and a rich Benares saree with thick borders of crafty handwork. Her conscience began giggling at her after seeing the wonderful gifts her husband had brought for her.

'Does he really deserve to be cheated?' Hema asked herself in absolute disgust. Mani's last tour had changed the transformation of the family quite drastically. Mani had gone on a fortnightly tour to the northern states for promoting the prototype of his hard water processing unit. Hema had got used to his long absence in these 22 years of her marriage and often found lot of time to relax by sleeping most of the time. It wasn't any different this time around till last week when the unexpected happened.

It was a Sunday. Hema was through with her kitchen work and had decided to have a nap before the evening schedule. She was drowned in deep sleep when suddenly she woke up in shock feeling someone breathing hot so close to her face. She froze as her eyes opened. It was Manoj, her 22 year old son whose face was just an inch away from her, with his body pressing hard against her.

"Manoj," Hema muttered in disbelief. Manoj smiled at her and leaned further to plant his lips firmly on hers. Within seconds Hema could comprehend what her son was up to as her hands got in between their chests to push him aside. Manoj did sway a bit before felling on her left side off balanced. Hema sat up and another chill went through her to realize that her nightie buttons have all been undone.

"I have gone mad after seeing your breasts," Manoj spoke shamelessly pinning his eyes on her. "You have a pair of sensational breasts with not even the hint of any sag."

"Shut up," Hema yelled at him. "Mind your language. I am your mother."

"I am lucky," Manoj pounced on her and cupped her breasts with passion.

"This is incest," Hema spoke after pushing away his hands in reflex action. "How did you get such wicked thoughts?"

"I read all of stories," Manoj replied with a smile while his eyes kept probing her nightie exploring her cleavage. "Most of the stories are similar to ours. Fathers keep touring all the time and desperate wives look for sex from their sons."

"Bullshit," Hema snarled at him. "Get out of this room. I am not desperate anyway."

"But I am," Manoj quipped and pulled off his T-shirt. For a moment Hema couldn't help having a look at his broad chest and strong shoulders. She had always felt proud of her handsome son who always looked in good shape although the long hours he spent in the gym made him look a couple of years older than he actually was. This wasn't the ideal occasion for any mother to be proud of her son as his intensions were ulterior to say the least.

"Why don't you fulfill my curiosity?" Manoj whispered as if he was pleading. "I have had hundreds of wet dreams about you. You are sexier than most of the young girls I know. You are my angel and I want to make love to you at least once."

Hema couldn't believe whatever she was hearing. She felt as though her son was pouring a stream of melt iron into his ears as he went about disclosing his secret desires unashamed.

"You can be rest assured," Manoj continued while his eyes kept wandering over his mother's body. "Nobody can know what we do. I know you can't get pregnant either. Let us make the most out of Dad's tour."

"Stop it," Hema screamed at her son. "Stop for God's sake!"

For the first time she could see a ray of fear flashing in Manoj's eyes. 'What did I do to trigger such ugly thoughts in my son's mind?' Hema wondered. While her eyes were spitting aversion, her mind was diving deep into sadness thinking about what would happen to Manoj's future after letting filthy thoughts intrude in his mind so early in his life.

"Ok," Manoj looked like retreating from her. She could see clouds of disappointment looming large on his young face. He inched back from the bed and soon stood on the floor with a sorry look on his face. He sighed before walking towards the door without looking back to see his mother. Just as Hema thought that he would be making his way out, he stopped and turned around to look at her with moist eyes.

"Will you let me do something without touching you?" Manoj asked hesitantly.

Hema was now convinced that her son wasn't completely out of the dirty influence that had conquered him. Her body shook in disgust

"Let me sit and masturbate," Manoj pleaded trying to bring a shade of innocence in his voice. "I will just watch you while I fantasize about you."

Hema's eyes closed instantly hearing what Manoj had just said. His words felt like a hot stream of melt iron speeding inside her ears. Her eyes opened again to spit flames of anger on her horny son while her face went red in fury.

"Just get out of here!" Hema uttered the words with utter contempt. Manoj stood silent for a while before dragging himself out of the room thoroughly dejected. Hema realized that she had no sympathy or compassion for her son after he dared to attempt for the forbidden pleasure. She knew that the aborted sleep could well be the beginning of a crisis in the making between her and her son.

She trembled recollecting the erotic descriptions of Manoj. She had always felt elated hearing compliments from people around her about her looks. At 44 years, she had managed to look pretty although she was less than normal height. She had lost quite a lot of hair of late which somewhat rendered the typical look of a woman in her forties. Her sharp features weren't really the talk of the town although it still made men sigh as they went past her. With reasonably long nipples standing atop a coin sized cherry red areola; she still kept her husband interested in her more often than not. Last but not the least; she had round and firm ass cheeks which had quite a following whenever she ventured out. 'Am I still so sexy to arouse my own son?' She asked herself before alighting from the bed and moving towards the sitting room. It was an odd feeling crossing Manoj's room after whatever transpired between them earlier but she halted for a moment right in front of the door. She could hear strange noises emanating from inside and her heart pumped fast guessing that her son might be very well fantasizing about her. She knew that it wouldn't be difficult to have a peep into her son's room through the ventilator from the staircase. She began walking like a cat on the stair case and made it to the ventilator.

She had guessed alright. Manoj was sitting on the wooden chair with his pant pulled down well below his knees. His eyes were closed and the tip of his tongue could be seen held between his lower and upper teeth. His left hand was holding his long shaft while he used his right palm to caress the tip of his dick passionately. He began motioning his left hand up and down in a gentle speed and as his face swayed either side. Hema's eyes somehow froze on his long meat which stood like a rocket ready to be launched into the space.

She was seeing what normally a mother could never witness in her life; a horny young son trying to please himself after his manifestation of an unreasonable lust had been refused outright. He could be playing with his mother's breasts; teasing her nipples; licking her pussy and perhaps even more. Hema kept watching him without letting her eye lids come in the way and she could feel a thread of sympathy winding around her. Her eyes never wavered from her son and in fact she was beginning to enjoy watching the youngster. His strong shoulders and biceps could tempt any woman. He had dark tender hair spreading all over his chest. She knew that it wouldn't be easy coping up with her son's immense strength if and when his fantasy was ever fulfilled. She suddenly felt a tension building up inside her bra with her nipples hardening like rock. Her breasts bulged inside the captivity making her fear that the hooks could explode anytime. Her hands went downwards to rest in between her legs that were spreading wider. She was loosing.

She took a few leaps down the stairs reaching to Manoj's room. She tapped the door lock gently brushing aside her momentary hesitation. She wanted the door open at once and it certainly did. It took a while for Manoj to open the door and understandably so. His face was full of surprise to see his mother standing outside.

"I thought of helping you," Hema smiled at her son who was looking immensely perplexed.

Manoj went speechless for a moment. His excitement became evident in his eyes after hearing what she said. Hema moved in, closed the door and pulled off her nightie in a flash. Manoj's eyes widened to see his angel standing nude to the hilt in front of him. His dick enlarged instantly and he wasted no time in taking off his pants.

"This should be the first and the last," Hema sounded firm. "You will leave me alone after it is over."

Manoj sprung on her to give her a tight hug. His dick pressed hard against her sexy triangle. She had to close her eyes unable to bear the feel of her son's dick teasing against her womanhood.
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