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Archive name: manisha.txt (Fm, inc, india)
Authors name: Billu (billu220679@yahoo.com)
Story title : Manisha and Her Son
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Manisha and Her Son (Fm, inc, india)
by Billu (billu220679@yahoo.com)
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Manisha shifted restlessly in her bed. Sleep had been
evading her for the past 2 hours. It was almost 2'o clock
in the night. Her husband was snoring as usual. But that
was not the reason why she was not able to sleep. She was
used to her husband's snoring. After all she had been
hearing it for almost 18 years now.
What had made her restless this night was the movie she
had seen on cable earlier that night. It was one of those
Saturday night adult movies. Images from that movie kept
coming back to her mind. What's more her life was so
similar to the actress's life in that movie.
She could not follow everything in the movie.
Nevertheless she had been able to follow the essence of
the story. Like her, the woman in the movie too had a
husband who had lost his manhood. The woman lived a life
devoid of physical intimacy for 5 years. Then she
succumbed and became involved into an extra-marital
affair.
For the past two hours Manisha had been thinking about
her own life. Her husband Ashok had lost his manhood
almost two years ago. For two long years she had been
without sex. Somehow it had seemed tolerable for these
two years but tonight it somehow seemed unbearable. She
wondered if she would never again have sex in her life.
She had thought of sometimes having an extra marital
affair but it scared her. What if somebody finds out? She
did not want to take all those risks. But yet the fact
remained that she yearned for a man today as she lay
there beside her impotent husband.
She wasn't bad looking. In fact she looked quite sensuous
as she lay there on the bed. She was in a sari. She
normally changed into a gown before going to bed but
today she had not bothered to change. She had a pretty
face, which somehow looked prettier due to her sadness.
Her skin complexion was that typical dusky Indian one.
Her hairs were long. She was a bit fat but her body was
broadened out all over. Hence the extra weight served
rather to enhance her appeal. Her breasts were big and
they were still firm even though she was almost 38 years
old now and mother of two sons. Her older son Rohan was
17 while the younger one Amit was 14.
She was feeling a bit thirsty. So she got up and walked
out of the room towards the kitchen. She was about to
enter the kitchen when she suddenly noticed the faint
light of the night bulb coming from Rohan's room. She was
puzzled. He never slept with any light on. So she figured
out that he must be awake. But she wondered what was he
doing so late in the night. She walked towards his room.
The door was slightly open. She pushed open the door.
She was taken aback by what she saw. Rohan was sitting on
the bed. His trousers and his undies were pushed down to
his ankles. In one hand he held a book. His other hand
held his hard and stiff organ. Rohan also was totally
taken aback. For quite a few moments neither knew how to
react. Then Rohan suddenly pulled a blanket that was
lying on the bed to cover his nudity. He was feeling
terribly ashamed and embarrassed. As he lowered his head
he swore at himself for not latching the door.
Manisha too felt embarrassed. She knew she had no reason
to feel embarrassed. After all it wasn't she who had been
caught doing something naughty. But still her sense of
embarrassment refused to go away. She wondered whether
she should say anything to Rohan but she really had no
idea what to say. She just walked back to her room. As
she laid herself on the bed she suddenly realized
something - she was wet! A sense of guilt pervaded her
whole mind as she suddenly grasped why she had felt
embarrassed. It was because her body had reacted to the
nudity of her own son and her mind unconsciously
registered this and made her felt embarrassed.
The image of her son with her trousers down suddenly
flashed back to her mind and she felt a tingling
sensation all over her body. She tried to think of
something else to clear his mind of this dirt but the
image kept coming back to her again and again. The
tingling sensation became sharper and she had to
reluctantly admit to herself that it felt nice.
She tried hard to suppress her arousal but the more she
tried the more intensified it became. After some time she
just gave up the struggle. She let her mind recall the
image of her son's hardness. She thought about how big it
had looked. She had been surprised by its size. After all
Rohan was just a kid studying in class eleventh. Yet it
had seemed longer than probably her palm.
As the turmoil in her mind continued she suddenly
realized that if she wanted her, son could satisfy her.
He could give her what she wanted so badly. This
incestuous thought made her wild with arousal. She knew
it was "paap" letting such thoughts into her mind but it
made her feel so good that she simply didn't care
anymore. She wondered how incredible it would feel doing
it actually, when the thought itself was exciting her so
much. For almost half an hour her thoughts continued like
this.
Then suddenly the desire to fornicate became unbearable.
She got up from the bed and walked out of her room. A
part of her mind yelled at her " Manisha, tu pagal to
nahin ho gai! Kya karne ja rahi hai tu! Woh tera apna
beta hai!!' But she was too aroused and the lust that had
been unsatisfied for two years now manifested itself with
a ferocious intensity and made her ignore the voice of
her conscience.
As she moved towards Rohan's room she had many
apprehensions. Will Rohan find her attractive? Will he
agree? Will he be disgusted by the idea? However she
simply didn't care. She was just mad with desire.
Rohan had latched the door now. She knocked at it
lightly. After 2-3 knocks, the door opened. The room was
dark but in the faint moonlight she could see Rohan
peering out at her puzzled and wondering why she had now
come back. She entered the room and switched on the night
bulb and then closed the door behind her.
Rohan meanwhile felt sure that she was now going to
reproach him and tell him how ashamed she was of him.
With his head lowered he just stood there waiting for her
to begin. But what he heard surprised him. "Rohan, mein
tujhe dantane nahin aai hoon. Mein darasal yahaan sona
chahti hoon. Tere papa wahaan itni aawaz kar rahe hain ki
mujhe neend hi nahin aa rahi.'"
Saying this Manisha laid herself on the bed. "Chal tu bhi
aa ja.'"
Rohan looked at her confused and obeying her he got into
the bed beside her. Manisha stayed silent for some time.
Then suddenly she asked him "Rohan, tu woh roz karta
hai?'" He nodded feeling shy and embarrassed." Woh kitab
kounsi hai, jisko tu dekh raha tha us time? Mujhe dikha
zara."
Rohan looked at her wondering why she wanted to see the
book. When she again asked for the book, he brought it
out from under the mattress and gave it to her. She
switched on the dim light and opened the book. It was
full of pictures of naked girls posing themselves in
tempting ways. "Rohan, inme sabse accha photo kounsa
lagata hai tujhe?'"
As soon as Rohan heard this he started getting aroused.
He was still very confused though. What was happening was
unbelievable - his mother lying beside him at 2 in the
night turning the pages of a dirty book and asking which
photo did he like most! He had no idea what his mother's
intentions were but now he knew in a vague way that
something exciting was going to happen.
Manisha meanwhile once again asked him "Bata na, sabse
accha kounsa lagta hai tujhe?"
Rohan shyly took the book and opened the page that
contained his favorite picture. Manisha looked at the
girl in the picture. She was a voluptuous girl with big
breasts. She pointed her finger towards the boobs of the
girl in the picture and asked Rohan "Yeh itne bade-bade
hain, isi liye acchi lagti hain na tujhe?" Rohan was
terribly hard by now. He looked at her mothers face. She
was looking at him in a motherly and affectionate way.
Then she smiled and said, "Rohan itna sharma mat. mere
sawal ka jawab de na." Rohan nodded now. The big boobs
really were the reason why he liked that particular
picture so much.
By now Manisha was totally wet. She decided that it was
now time to start seeking what she wanted from her son.
She put the "pallu" of her sari to one side and cupping
her breasts with her hands, she said " Dekh, mere to is
ladki se bhi jyada bade hain.'" Rohan just gaped at her
face as he heard this. His excitement was visible on his
face by now and this made Manisha bolder.
"Ruk. Main tujhe blouse khol ke dikhati hoon.'" Saying
this she quickly unhooked her blouse revealing her big
breasts held tightly inside her brassiere. Now she took
Rohan's hand and after placing it on the hook of her
brassiere, asked Rohan to undo it. With a trembling hand
Rohan did so. Manisha immediately pulled out the
brassiere and threw it on the floor.
Rohan gaped at the pair of beautiful tits that lay before
him. They were big and firm. They were dark like the rest
of her body. The nipples were big and looked stiff. This
was the first time Rohan was seeing a woman's bosom naked
and the fact that it belonged to his own mother made it
terribly exciting for Rohan. He felt hard like he had
never before felt. Till now Rohan had always thought of
his mother simply as a mother and nothing else but now
for the first time he realized that his mother was also a
sensuous woman. His mother was in fact what his friends
at school would call "maal".
Rohan was now dying to feel Manisha's breasts and when
Manisha asked him in a mischievous voice "Rohan, inko
chhoone ka man nahi kar raha kya tera?" he immediate put
his hand upon her breast. His hand almost trembled with
excitement as his hand caressed her breast. Inside his
mind, his conscience told him that what was happening was
sinful and wrong but like his mother he also was too
aroused to care for the voice of conscience.
However, he felt scared about his father waking up and
finding them like this. So he said to his mother, "Mommy,
papa yaa Amit jag gaye to!". Manisha knew that what he
was saying wasn't impossible. However Ashok usually slept
like a log and so the likelihood of his waking up was
low. Her younger son Amit too was a deep sleeper.
Moreover, she was too turned on to stop what they were
doing. In a soft soothing voice she assured her son,
"Uski chinta mat kar. Tere papa raat ko ek baar sote
hain, to phir seedha subah ko hi uthte hain. Aur tera
chhota bhai bhi waisa hee hai."
By now they both were feeling less inhibited. Now they
both knew that they wanted each other. Manisha also was
beginning to feel impatient. Quickly she unbuttoned her
son's shirt. She then unzipped his trousers and pushed
them down towards his ankles. Rohan's undies looked like
a tent due to his hardness.
Manisha eagerly pushed them down. She gaped as her son's
full hardness was revealed. Lovingly she took it into her
hands and stroked it softly and gently. Rohan's whole
body tingled as the stroking went on. It felt incredibly
nice. Suddenly he felt the ejaculation coming. But
Manisha realized it too and she stopped stroking it. She
didn't want him to ejaculate at this moment. She decided
that it was time for them to take off their clothes
completely.
She stood up near the bed and pulled down the sari. She
then undid the knot of her petticoat and let it fall
around her ankles on the floor. She also took off the
already open blouse and threw it on the floor. She was
about to pull down the panties when she decided to ask
Rohan to do it instead, "Rohan, ye utaar.'"
Rohan eagerly began to pull her panties down. He
swallowed hard as his mother's bushiness reveled itself.
Between the bushiness lay his mother's cunt. It looked
beautiful and he yearned to touch it.
After stepping out of her panties, Manisha helped her son
undress totally. Then she laid herself on the bed and
whispered to Rohan, "chal, mere upar aa ja.'"
As Rohan put himself on top of her, she put her arms
around him. For a moment they looked into each other's
eyes. Then Manisha whispered, "Rohan, ek pappee de apni
mummy ko.'" On hearing this, Rohan immediately put his
lips upon her lips. As they opened their mouths and their
tongues met, the mother and son both felt excited in a
way they had never felt before.
After this kiss, Rohan stopped feeling inhibited. Manisha
no longer had to give him instructions. Spontaneously he
explored every part of her body. He planted kisses all
over her face, then went down and hungrily sucked her
breasts. Manisha moaned as he fondled, tickled, suckled
and caressed her breasts. Then suddenly she whispered,
"Rohan, ek puppy de."
Rohan was about to put his mouth upon hers, when she
smiled and said, "Buddhhu kahin ka! In hothon pe nahin,
neeche wale hothon pe puppy chahiye mujhe.'"
Rohan blushed for a moment and then he moved back. He
paused for some time after putting his face close to her
cunt. His mother had musky smell down there and he found
the smell terribly exciting. He took inhaled it deeply
and then put his lips upon his mother's cunt lips. He had
seen a dirty picture some days ago, which showed a man
licking a woman's cunt. That time he had found it
disgusting but now that act seemed so beautiful and
natural.
Manisha moaned as her son's lips parted and his tongue
began to tickle her cunt. Soon the excitement became
unbearable and Manisha realized that she wanted her son
inside her now. She moaned out, "Rohan, ab apni mummy ke
andar aa ja.'"
Rohan kissed her cunt once and then brought his face in
front of her face. They looked at each other for some
time and then Rohan began to enter her. He fumbled due to
inexperience and Manisha helped him enter herself. But
Rohan immediately withdrew himself out. Manisha asked
him, "Kya hua?"
Rohan replied back, "Mummy condom to hai hi nahin. Aap
pregnant ho gaeen to!" Manisha realized that what he was
saying was true. She might get pregnant. However, she was
feeling too hot to care about this. She impatiently cried
out in a soft voice, "Mujhe parwah nahin uski. Abhi mujhe
bas tera pyar chahiye. Chal phir se andar aa, jaldi se.
Agar pregnant hoti hoon, to hone do"
So Rohan once again entered her. He paused for some time
and then he began to move inside her. As he moved inside
her, Manisha caressed his back with one hand and the
other she lovingly ran through his hair. It didn't last
very long. Just after 2-3 minutes Rohan exploded inside
her.
Manisha was for a moment angry as she wasn't yet close to
her orgasm. However, she immediately recalled that this
was her son's first time. She waited for him to regain
his hardness and this time when he entered, she told him
"Rohan is bar araam se karna. Jaldbaazi mat karna, Thik
hai?" Rohan nodded. This time it turned out to be better.
Manisha got an orgasm that shuddered through her whole
body. Soon Rohan too came.
They made love three more times and it was almost 5.30
when they did it for the last time. They both were
feeling exhausted now. Moreover, they were now scared
that Ashok or Amit might wake up any moment. So after
kissing her son for the last time, Manisha picked up her
clothes and walked back to her room.
That day they again made love in the afternoon when they
were alone in the house. In the evening, after their
lovemaking was over, Manisha got a bright idea. That
night she cribbed after dinner to her husband about his
snoring habit. She told him that his snoring was becoming
unbearable for her. So she would sleep in the extra guest
bedroom they had. Ashok agreed to this.
From that day, Manisha began sleeping in the other
bedroom. That room was adjacent to Rohan's room and even
had a connecting door. So every night Manisha would sneak
into Rohan's or he would sneak into Manisha's room and
they would make love without any fear of getting caught
in the act.
END
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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