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 Author: Linard ignius
Title: Gaurav and Manisha
Part: 2 Mulch of angst.
Universe:

   Summary: The ones you love the most, Are usually the ones, That hurt the
most..
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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   Gaurav had pretty much been his mother's shining star growing up, was
popular with his friends, made good grades, the whole nine yards.  He had
rarely ever been punished his whole life, so, while the beating Manisha had
given him had hurt him terribly in a physical sense, it also seemed to have
broken something deep inside.  He was awake, the now-dull, throbbing pain
all over his body, along with the first rays of sunlight coming in from his
open window had pretty much seen to that.  Yet, as he lay there on his
double bed, his eyes remained closed, body seemingly paralyzed as if all
his will and energy had been sapped from him.  It had been a fitful night
of sleep, strange, violent nightmares consumed him during the time he did
manage to doze off, but it was waking up and recounting the events of last
night that truly filled him with a drowning sense of suffering and guilt.

   After lying there paralyzed for what seemed like an eternity, Gaurav's
mental purgatory was interrupted by the sound of a knock on his door
followed by his mother's voice calling his name, "Gaurav?" She didn't sound
angry, no...  Yet, he felt unable to respond, to even move a single muscle.
He was greeted with the fresh after-bath aroma of his mother's body as she
opened the door and walked up to beside his bed.  He was terrified and
involuntarily frozen until he felt the gentle touch of his mother's hand on
his forehead.  "Gaurav?" She called kindly, without a hint of anger in her
voice.

   Gaurav opened his eyes, after, what he felt like, a monumental effort to
shake off his sleep paralysis.  And where he expected to see condemnation,
he found only regret, her hair was wet and she looked fresh, yet her eyes
only expressed sadness and concern.  "Mom...?" he groaned the pain all over
his body rapidly flooding his awakening brain.  "Does it hurt honey?" she
asked him, "Take off your shirt, let me see" she said, her lips trembling.
Gaurav got up and, with some difficulty, took his shirt off.  Manisha
couldn't hold back her tears once she saw the state of Gaurav's body.  A
collage of blue and red crisscrossed wide welts was peppered across her
son's back.  Each bruise was terribly swollen and a few of them had streaks
of dried blood indicating the places where the belt had cracked the skin
open.  She turned him around by his shoulders and had to stifle a scream
when she saw the state of his front which was even worse than back,
especially because of a very dark blue bruise on his side, where she
remembered kicking him with her shoe.  "I...  I am so...  so...  sorry
honey..." she said, breaking down and sobbing.  Gaurav was crying as well,
not because of the pain, but because he knew that this was all his fault,
the beating, her anger, and now her sadness, everything was because of his
own disgusting self.  "It's not your fault mom" he said holding her hands
in his, they were shaking as she sobbed, "I deserve all this and so much
worse.  Can you ever forgive me?" still crying profusely, Manisha hugged
her son, apologizing again and again in between sobs.

   Afterwards, as they both calmed down, Manisha treated Gaurav's wound
with an antiseptic/anesthetic ointment, providing a lot of relief to his
hurting body, she was glad to see that there were no broken ribs underneath
the dark bruise on his side, her heart pounded as she treated all the
damage that she herself had done to her son, but it was when she was
treating his bruised cock that her heart started thundering and she started
to feel a little light headed.  She managed to stay on her feet as she
finished treating his wounds.  They talked afterwards while having
breakfast, Manisha told Gaurav that though it is completely normal for him
to have sexual urges and also to masturbate but8 it isn't ok for him to be
stealing his mother's dirty panties.  "Tell me Gaurav, why on earth, would
you do such a thing?" she asked him, her mood somber, expression serious.

   Gaurav stayed quiet for a while, after a few minutes of heavy silence he
started, in a shaky voice, "I...  I've done it for years now, mom...  I
love the way they smell, the way they feel against...  my cock, the way
they..." after a few deep breaths he continued, "They taste.  Just
imagining your body secretions wrapped around my cock makes me hard.  I'm
such a pervert...  I am so sorry mom." He said barely holding back his
overwhelming emotions.  She comforted him again, telling him its ok and
she's not mad anymore, while thinking to herself about the times she found
her panties hardened up, "All his doing." She thought, her mind wandering
back to his cock.

   "Listen," she said facing him and wiping his tears, "You should have
told me about these thoughts from the very beginning, why you ever started
hiding your feelings from me?" She then led him to her room and opened her
wardrobe, opening up the drawer with all her lingerie in it, "all you need
to do is ask, and I will give them to you." She said, smiling as Gaurav
looked at her shell shocked.  "A...  are you serious mum?" he asked, after
swallowing a large gulp.  "Completely, I mean, it's normal for boys your
age to jack off, though...  it's not exactly normal for a son to lust after
his mother's panties, but...  I don't want you to hurt...  I love you
baby." She said, a kind smile on her face as Gaurav leaned in and kissed
her cheek "Thank you so much mom!" he said, crying from relief, more due to
his loving mother's kind offer than anything else.



   Life for the mother and son returned to some level of normalcy over the
next few weeks, well...  as normal as it could be with Gaurav borrowing his
mother's used panty every day to jerk off in them.  He would usually wait
till Manisha was back from the hospital, whereupon he would wait outside
the bathroom as she changed her dress and handed him the panty she had worn
that day.  She would always chuckle as she did so, looking at the
expression of complete glee on his red face, as he took the panty with both
hands, holding them like some sort of fragile treasure.  All this continued
until the day he came home late after spending an evening out drinking with
his friends.  He ran to the bathroom to pee, only to find Manisha sitting
spread legged on the floral white floor-tiles, completely naked but for his
three day old dirty underwear worn on her head like some sort of gimp mask,
the jet spray of the toilet shoved inside her well-trimmed cunt, as she
mumbled filthy obscenities while furiously shagging herself.



   Manisha was more than happy to put that emotional episode behind them
and go back to being a doting mother to her son.  "Even if it means having
my panties worn out a little bit faster," she thought, taking off her
panties in the bathroom as she heard Gaurav pacing around outside the
bathroom.  hearing him get so restless made her smile slightly, "That
kid... after a body like this..." she whispered, absentmindedly staring at
the reflection of her naked form on the large wall mirror just as she was
about to wrap the thin cotton housecoat around her naked body.

   "Mom please, are you done yet?" she heard Gaurav's voice, pulling her
out of her momentary lull "I want to do it once before I head out to the
party." "You need to be patient, Mr.  Perv!" she said, chuckling as she
opened the door, to find her impatient son, now rapt in attention at the
sight of her housecoat covered form, "Here you go honey," she said, winking
and handing her 2 days old panties (worn for 2 days straight at the special
request of her son) into his awaiting hands.  "Thank you so much." he said,
nearly rushing out of her bedroom afterward.  Whenever she did that,
surrender her panties to her horny son, it set her heart aflutter, usually
resulting in return of the irritation at her neck afterwards.  That day was
no different, and she felt the pang of slight pain as her neck started
throbbing again.  "Not again..." she whimpered, lying down on her bed.  She
had tried to find the cause of this but all her tests had come back
completely fine, she also tried everything from massages to painkillers,
strangely enough the only thing that seemed to have any significant effect
was, masturbation.

   "Am I just going crazy?" She thought to herself as she parted the front
of her housecoat revealing her smooth wheatish skin, and started sliding
her hand down her cleavage to her well-trimmed pubes.  Reaching under the
side of the mattress she bought out a small battery powered plastic
vibrator.  Turning it on, She swirled it on her nipples for a bit, the pace
of her breathing gradually quickening as she felt her nipples getting hard
in reaction to the hard plastic shell vibration.  She gradually reached her
pussy, rubbing the sides of her, now-wet, pussy lips before finally
reaching back up to the tip and finding her clitoris.  She pressed down on
her clit using the vibrator, and like clockwork, the image of her son's
naked body and his throbbing, veiny dick occupied her mind.  "Yea mommy is
going crazy, isn't she dear?" she whispered to herself as her body arched
over the bed, using the vibe on the clit as she used two of her long-nailed
fingers on the other hand two invade her burning loins, her mind pictured
her son pushing his cock inside her and his sweaty, happy face right above
hers, "Fuck mommy's cunt, dear." She whispered, trying not to shout as she
bought herself to a powerful but silent orgasm.  As she lay there, panting,
the image of her son fucking her dissolved from her mind, she found the
irritation dissipating and a calm washed over her naked body.  Covering
herself using a bedsheet she turned over and fell asleep, not noting when
Gaurav called out to her, telling her that he is leaving.

   When she woke up two hours later it was late in the evening and the sun
had already set, enveloping the unlit room in complete darkness.  She was
pretty discombobulated, having dreamt of her son only to wake up devoid of
sound and light.  "Honey?" she called out, her eyes trying to adjust to the
abject black all around.  Fumbling around a bit she found the switch panel
and turned the light on.  She found herself naked, her cover long blown
away by the wind coming in from the open window.  She tied the bed sheet
around herself and putting on her slippers, walked out into the hallway. 
"Gaurav" she called out again, a little bit louder this time, as she walked
up to his room lighting up the home on the way.  She opened the room to
found it in its usual state, a little unkempt but clean, the clothes he had
worn that day were strewn across his bed.

   This finally reminded her of his party, she shuffled around a bit before
sitting down on the bed, trying to gather her feelings.  This large mansion
of a house, all this space suddenly started to make her feel small, all
alone.  "Why do I...  feel so cold?" she wondered, her eyes roaming around
the room, over his guitar, his laptop, the poster of 'Iron Maiden' on his
wall, his shirt, his...  underwear.  Her heart was pounding in her chest as
she reached over and grabbed the damp fabric.  It smelt strong, a pungent
odor, yet she seemed unable to stop herself from smushing her face in it
and take a deep whiff.  "Oh god..." Manisha thought, as the aroma from his
collected crotch sweat and excretion filled her sinuses.  She realized that
her pussy was overflowing, but even beyond that, her head felt light, like
an incredibly huge weight was suddenly lifted from her body, "I see..." she
said, with a tone of realization in her voice, "I love him...  I love
you... my Gaurav." She loved him, each and every part of him, with her body
and soul, the weird aching she had been feeling was just her body's way of
expressing something that she had suppressed in her mind, that she yearned
to be his, his woman, his girlfriend, his...  lover.  The bed sheet that
she had wrapped around herself fell open around her as she started to rub
her entire body with his underwear, her breath rugged, came out in shivers.
She rubbed her crotch with that piece of clothing for about 10 minute,
cumming, only after she had worn it over her head as she rubbed her pussy
against his bed post.

   "This is so fucked up Manisha!" She thought to herself as she stumbled
into the adjoining bathroom, intent on cleaning herself up, but stopped
dead in her tracks when she saw her panties, the one that she had given him
earlier the same day, a frilly silk thong, lying on the floor of the
bathroom right in front of the toilet.  She kneeled down in front of it,
her heart practically pounding in its fleshy cage.  She picked it up, it
was wet, almost like it had been dipped in a bowl of white jelly.  "This
amount...  Unbelievable!" she murmured, the strong odor emanating from her
son's stale, copious load of cum overwhelmed her nose and her mind even
through the filter of the underwear already worn on her head.  Almost
drooling, she stuck her tongue out of the cock slit of her son's underwear,
and tasted the cold offensive liquid off her filthy thong.  The slightly
bitter and foul tasting, sweet cock spunk, sent shivers down Manisha's
spine.  Bit by bit, she took the wet thong into her mouth, her pussy
progressively flooding with more and more cunt juice as she did.  By the
time she had all of it shoved inside her bulging mouth, she was lying down
on the bathroom floor, furiously fingering herself. "More..." her mind
screamed, as she increased the speed of her fingers.  While doing that, her
head flew from side to side and she spotted the jet spray next to the
commode.  Yanking it towards herself, she switched it on to full strength
and pointed it towards her engorged and sensitive clit.  "FUUUUCCCKKK!" she
screamed, but from the double layer of used underwear (both inside and
outside her mouth), only a deep garbled groan came out.  She used the high
pressure water stream, along with the head of the jet spray to rub her cunt
as she fondled her meaty tits with her other hand, never in her life had
she ever been this horny before, the scent of her grown virile son had
flooded and eliminated all sense and inhibitions from her mind as she
started to shove the spray inside her cunt, her body jerking with an earth
shattering orgasm while she flailed about on the wet floor like a dying
fish.

   As she lay there in her post orgasmic bliss, panting, the jet spray
rapidly filling her cunt with warm water, she heard a loud and concerned
"MOM!!?" from the entrance to the bathroom.

   It was like the floor had fallen off from underneath her.  Her breath
caught in her chest, she turned her head to the source of the sound and
found Gaurav, standing in the doorway, a bouquet of roses on the ground
beside him.  She completely froze, her insanity was just witnessed by her
son, her heart was thundering in her chest as they both silently stared at
each other, her expression covered by Gaurav's underwear on her head, his
own, somber almost tearful.  They stayed like that for what seemed like
half an hour (but in reality just a few minutes) until the water pressure
from the jet spray pushed it out of her cunt, setting off a sudden fountain
of water in the middle of the bathroom.

   Gaurav moved quickly, turning the knob off and shutting off the spray.
He squatted down beside her, she was shivering, unsuccessfully trying to
cover her substantial mammaries from Gaurav.  "Pleease..." she cried,
"Don't loooook...." But all he heard were moans.  "Its ok mom", he said
wiping the tear from her eye.  He took his underwear off his moms face,
saying, "You know, you shouldn't waste water like this, right?" a small
smile appearing on his face, "After all, weren't you the one who taught me
tha......  Wait...  Is that...?" his voice trailed off as he saw the
thong's fabric poking out of her mouth.  He pulled it out, yes that was the
same thong that he had completely covered with his cum just a few hours
back and now all the cum was nearly gone, the panty left wet from her
saliva.

   Manisha was sobbing, as Gaurav's stare flicked between the thong in his
hand to his mother's tear filled face, "Wow.  You are just...  WOW...," he
whispered, his lips curling into a grin.  "Sure, I am a pervert for
sniffing your dirty panties, but licking my cold, stale cum off them? 
That's completely A-OK is it?!" He said, grabbing the portion of the wet
breast spilling out of her arms and squeezing it tight.  "Please dear... 
we can't do this." She said, trying to retreat away from Gaurav.  Gaurav
leaned in, sliding his hand down her wet naked skin over her slightly
chubby belly, onto her pussy mound, "You really hurt me mom" he said,
sliding his fingers into her drenched swollen pussy.  Her body jerked when
he did that, and she started seeing stars "I am so, so...  sorry for that."
She cried, her miniscule resistance rapidly crumbling away.  Gaurav started
pumping his fingers out of his mother's hot cock-chute, as she made
continuous whining noises.  "Tell me mom," he said, adding a third finger
into her cunt, increasing the sound coming out of her wet naked body, "Why
push me away?  And why this?  Now?" he said, abruptly stopping the furious
movement inside her moist, fleshy cunt and staring intently at her face
which was bare inches away from his own.

   Squirming a bit at the abrupt stoppage of her cunt pounding at first,
Manisha was quite for a few seconds, before replying, "It's because...  I
didn't know."

   "Didn't know what mom?"

   "That...  I love you...  I love you so much that it hurts!" she said,
breaking down into sobs again.





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