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 Author: Linard ignius
Title: Gaurav and Manisha
Part: 1 A seed sprouts...
Universe:
Summary: The storm before the calm.
Keywords: M/F, inc, rom, mom, son

   Disclaimer: This is a work of complete fantasy set in another world.  If
you have troubles distinguishing fantasy from reality or are not of legal
age to read this, then please leave.

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   As humans, we are meant to find one another, to be attracted to each
other, to fuck, to procreate.  Yet, it is impossible to predict who we fall
for, our fates in such matters.  Such was the case for Gaurav, he didn't
know that he would be madly obsessed with his own mother, and he certainly
didn't choose to make her smell the foci of that obsession.  But he did. 
Angry though, as he was with himself, he still sensed a strange sort of
completion as he shoved one of his mother's dirty panties into his mouth,
filling the entirety of the inside of his head with his mother's musk, all
the while, wrapping the other, damper, sweatier panty around his veiny
eight inch long cock, the damp synthetic fabric overstimulating his already
rock hard member, when he heard the angriest scream of "GAURAVV!!" from
beside him.

   But, I am getting a little ahead of myself here, let's roll back a bit.

   Gaurav is a freshman at college studying electrical engineering, a
strapping young lad of twenty.  He is about 5'9 in height, rather thin and
agile, and really...  REALLY into playing the electric guitar, an extremely
cherished gift from his mother which, she gave him on his tenth birthday.
Speaking of his mother, she is a doctor, a very reputed skin specialist at
one of the biggest hospitals in the city.  At about 5'5 in height, she has
nice and round 36' melons on her chest, on top of her big and bouncy round
ass which adds a most exquisite curve to her whole luscious form.  At forty
two years of age, her beauty along with her au' natural bombshell figure
made her seem no older than thirsty.  Sure the lines around her mouth were
apparent on close inspection, but that only added to her overall mature
beauty and allure.

   As far as Gaurav's father is concerned, he was also a doctor like
Manisha, a surgeon, who was in line to inherit his family's hospital.  But
his life went into a downwards spiral after one of his routine operations
went sideways and he ended up losing his license at the end of the entire
affair.  He was always a drunk and an adulterer, chasing after the hot
young nurses even while Manisha was pregnant with Gaurav, however after the
incident, he completely lost himself in his alcoholism, due to which
Manisha separated from him, taking the 3 year old Gaurav with her.  He died
soon afterwards, in a drunken car accident, a tragedy for Manisha, even
though she utterly hated his guts by then.

   Being a hot widow on top of being a successful specialist, there were
many a men who vied for her attention over the years, but she really wasn't
interested in dating anymore.  Sure, there were those few rare overnight
flings, but that's all they remained, for all her mind and heart was
invested into raising her cute, angelic son, which she did, diligently and
lovingly.  Even now at her age, she remained the desire of almost all the
virile men around the neighborhood.  Of them all, the one who wanted her
the most, however, was her own son.  All her attention and love over the
years had shaped into a dark sexual mania in his young heart, focused on
her hot milfy body ever since his teenage years.  From the time when he
started getting an erection, he had been masturbating while fantasizing
about his mom in the nastiest and most perverted situations his hormone
addled teenage brain could conjure up.  He never missed a chance to sneak a
peek at her naked body.  Luckily for him, even though she was a prim and
proper dressed professional when she went to work, usually wearing a salwar
kameez with her doctor's apron, at home she was quite careless with her
dress, wearing loose, thin nighties, often without any underwear,
unknowingly offering her son plenty of looks at her flesh, her cleavage,
ass crack, etc., adding more and more fuel to the foul imagination machine
running in his head.

   Manisha was exhausted, the daily drudge of seeing hordes of patients had
left her feeling quite apathetic the last few months, there seemed to be
this phantom throbbing...  irritation at the base of her neck which had
left her feeling annoyed throughout the day, as she dealt with the same old
problems of her subordinates messing up, patients complaining and groaning,
an equally apathetic nurse.  The money was good of course, allowed her to
afford all the niceties for herself and her son, the two storied house, the
luxury car, his expensive college tuition.  "I wonder if I should finally
take that vacation." She thought to herself, as she leaned back on her
cushioned chair, stretching her arms out above her head, causing her
breasts to stand out, as the last appointment of the day finally exited her
office.  She looked up at the wall clock hanging on the wall in front of
her and was a bit surprised to find it at 2:30, a full hour and a half
before her usual time.  "HENA!" she called out into the intercom and a
minute later, a dark skinned, pudgy bespectacled woman of 50 years, wearing
a tightened nurse uniform, peeked her head in through the office door. 
"Yes mam?" she asked.  "I'm going to leave early today," said Manisha,
grabbing her torch and phone and sliding it into her handbag, "Are there
any referrals for the day?" she asked, getting up from her chair.  "No mam.
That's all, you are done for today." She said nodding, as Manisha left the
hospital a full two hours earlier than usual.

   Returning to her darling son at the end of a hard day of work had always
been the highlight of her days.  As a kid, seeing his angelic face smiling
up at her always melted her heart instantly, taking away all the pent up
stress from her hectic work schedule.  Nowadays he kept mostly to himself,
having grown more distant from her over the last few years.  Yet, even now,
when she would return home and hear him play his guitar over from her own
room, her heart filled with a similar calm and even...  a slight flutter?
She wondered whether he would be glad to see her back early today.  "We'll
go out tonight." She decided, "Maybe to that Chinese place he used to love
so much." She thought, as she pulled her brand new 'Tesla model S' into her
driveway.

   Stepping out of the air conditioned vehicle, the full haze of the
sweltering, Indian summer heat hit her like an ocean tide.  It was
particularly hot and humid that summer, even more so than usual and it
usually felt like an open air sauna.  She wiped the few drops of sweat
which had formed on her brow as she fumbled through the smaller pocket in
her handbag, searching for the house keys.  Intent on surprising her son,
she opened and closed the door without making noise and tiptoed her way
into the house.  She looked around in the living room, where he would
usually lounge around watching TV after coming back from college, only to
find it completely empty.  She made her way to the second floor where the
three bedrooms were (hers, Gaurav's and the guest room -which remained
mostly unused) she looked inside his bedroom, opening it silently, only to
find that empty as well.  Puzzled, she thought to herself "Well, his bike's
in the drive way, what's he doing?" but was alerted by a sudden faint noise
from outside.  In the hallway, she waited until she heard the noise again,
almost like a whimper, it seemed to emanate from her bedroom.

   She went up to her door, it was open and slightly ajar, she heard
shuffling and sniffling sounds coming from inside.  "Is that Gaurav?  Why's
he in my..." that thought however, was completely obliterated by the shock
of seeing the scene in front of her.  Gaurav was lying back on her bed,
surrounded by her dirty laundry which he had strewn all over the mattress,
in his right hand he was holding, what she recognized to be, her unwashed
pink and white stripes panties, rubbing it on his rigid and tanned cock. 
He had also worn one of her other dirty panties on his head like a cap, it
was a rather plain, flower patterned cotton panty, which went down to his
nose covering half his face, his eyes included.  He was also shoving her
black silk panties into his mouth with his left hand, moaning and chewing
on it contently as he jerked himself off, his whole body jerking up and
down in slow writhing motions on top of her laundry covered bed.

   She stood there, paralyzed in shock as she watched her dearest son, the
one whom she had spent her all life to raise, violate her in the grossest
way possible.  Gaurav made the sniffling sound again, and Manisha realized
that he was mumbling her name, the sound getting muted due to the wet panty
in his mouth.  "Yes, my slut Manisha, sit on my dirty little face with your
nasty, smelly ass, I can't fucking wait to fuck your slut pussy with my
cock!" Gaurav moaned, with his mouth full of his mother's dirty panties. 
With his upper head covered under her panty, he hadn't noticed when his
mother had opened the door and caught him with his pants down, quite
literally.  He also hadn't noticed the mask of fury covering her face as
she bent down and retrieved the belt from his discarded trousers on the
floor besides the bed.

   The first blow landed square across his chest strapping across his right
arm, the one with which he was busy shagging his cock.  Completely blind,
Gaurav reeled underneath the repeated blows from Manisha as she whipped him
from head to toe.  Including but not limited to, chest, ass, abdomen, the
face, even his dick and balls, while Gaurav cried and begged her to stop,
having managed to pry her panties off his face.  There were tears in her
eyes too, except, these were due to anger.  The fury overshadowing her face
only grew as she heard Gaurav crying and begging for mercy "YOU FUCKING
BASTARD!" she screamed, "AFTER ALL I HAVE DONE FOR YOU!, THIS!  THIS IS HOW
YOU REPAY ME?!" she kept beating him with the belt as the welts started
getting a dark red color, Gaurav was curled up and sobbing on the floor
naked, at his mother's feet, having fallen off the bed during the beating.
Her arms getting tired, she stopped and kicked him on his side, he reeled
from the pain, and crawled out of her room, running to his bedroom
afterwards.

   Neither of them had any dinner that night.  Gaurav lay back on his bed,
unable to fall asleep, his naked body covered with deep red welts, some of
which were starting to turn purple.  He lay there sobbing, entire body
hurting like a giant bruise, but more than that, he was in immense mental
anguish, having hurt his mother, the love of his life, like he did. 
Emotionally Manisha wasn't faring any better herself, She felt grossly
violated as she sat on her bed, her dirty clothes still strewn about, she
was cursing and sobbing.  But her anger abated somewhat after a while, her
thoughts having wandered onto the tapestry of their lives, she went through
all her memories and remembered the happiness that her son had bought into
her, otherwise, empty life.  "He's really all I have, isn't he" she
realized, guilt, now drowning out the anger, as her thoughts focused on the
vicious beating that she gave him earlier.

   She rocked back and forth on the bed grasping the back of her neck,
crying as images from the violence earlier tormented her already frazzled
brain.  She got up and started walking to and fro, the irritation at the
base of her head had started to throb by then.  As the images rolled
through, they finally stopped at his cock, his long, veiny, panty covered
cock.  Her face went red as she remembered how Gaurav's stiff cock stuck
out from her sexy panties, it's pinkish head sticking out slowly as he
moved his youthful body, saying...  her name...  "It was so big...  and so
hard...  for me, his own mother..." she thought and her whole skin seemed
to tingle in response.  She stayed in that dream like state for a few
minutes, her mind focused on her son's alluring cock and the rippling
muscles underneath his naked, sweaty skin.  She snapped out of it when she
felt wetness down her thighs.  "Huh? ...  What?!  Why am I..." she
muttered, confused.

   She locked the door to her bedroom, and took off her peach colored
designer kameez, only to find her pussy completely wet and dripping streaks
of fluid down her thighs.  She touched her cunt which she kept clean and
trimmed, despite not having that active of a sex life.  Her breathing got
rugged as her fingers brushed against the periphery of her vagina, lightly
rubbing her suddenly-sensitive cunt lips.  Her thoughts went back to the
naked form of her 17 year old masturbating boy and she started fiddling
with her, now pulsating, clit button, causing a tingling through her entire
body.  She writhed on top of the mess of dirty clothes covering her bed. 
The smell from days old laundry was making her feel heady as she reached
underneath her salwar and grabbed her large tits while furiously using her
other hand to mess up her clit.  She came in ten minutes, her back arching
back, almost lifting her entirely off the bed, the effort it took for her
to not scream, clearly showing on her face the whole while.

   As her breathing quietened gradually and she calmed down, she found
herself lying face to face with the panty that was earlier wrapped around
Gaurav's cock.  Tears returned to her eyes and she said to herself "I need
to make this up to him." Just before she fell asleep, she noted that the
tender irritation at the back of her neck had softened a lot.







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