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Please read these before | | proceeding below. | |_____________________________________________| ---------------------------------------------------- | No Copyright: I, the creator of this work, hereby | | release it into the public domain. This applies | | worldwide. Further, I grant any entity the right | | to use this work for any purpose, without any | | conditions. Distribute Freely. | |___________________________________________________| Title: Pradip and his Mother Archana Translator: Tapas Ghosh Editor: Ghulam Shamsher Osmani Bangalistani Author: Abhijit Dutta Source: Bengali Evening Magazine, Salt Lake, Calcutta. Codes: inc, anal, indian, bengali, hist, hirs, hair Category: Bengali, Mader-chod Date of Composition: 18th century AD Date of Translation: 23rd Dec. 1999 [ Translated from a Bengali erotic booklet, which is in turn based on an old folktale dating back to the 18th century. ] It was a hot day in Paschim Bangla [1]. Pradip Saha was sitting outside his own house, just near the low open window of his parents' bedroom. A big mango tree stood there, and he could hide amongst the big leaves without being detected. He was eagerly waiting for something. Finally, he saw his mother Archana Saha enter the room. Archana had just finished cooking the mid-day meal. She was a fashionable Bengali lady of the general Arya Boishya [2] caste, the predominant caste of Bengal, Hence she was naturally fair, possessing a clear light-orange skin complexion with long straight black hair and big eyes. In addition, she always used heavy make-up, wearing thick lipstick and heavy bangles, considerably enhancing her natural beauty. Her hair was tied in a big khopa [3] on her head, and she wore a bright red sari. Pradip focussed his eyes on the room, knowing that his mother would soon undress for her bath. He was sexually attracted to his mother Archana. He had seen her naked quite a few times from this very position and regularly masturbated fantasising about her. As a young teenage boy, he had only had sex once, with a fair Assamese prostitute of the town. His father was a merchant, of the same Bengali caste as his mother, and was away most of the time, selling clothes across the far-flung towns of Paschim Bengal. This enabled Pradip to spy on his mother unhindered. Archana walked to the center of the room. There, she doffed her outer head-covering, exposing her belly. Being a typical Bengali lady, she wore her sari much below her navel. Pradip looked closely at her fair belly. There was a layer of fat which gathered all the sweat from her upper body, glistening in the heat. Bengali ladies took much care to obtain such a fat layer as this was prized by Bengali men. So they ate abundant rosh-gola sweets and misthi-dohi [4] in order to get these wonderful fat layers on their bellies. Pradip smacked his lips, imagining himself licking the sweat beads off her belly. Facing the mirror, she then bit her fat lips and bent her hands behind her back to untie her blouse. When she finished, her big breasts popped loose. Since she was sweating profusely, her breasts glistened in the diffuse sun-light entering the room. His erection at full length, Pradip loosened his trouser-string and started to pump his penis. Abruptly Archana unwrapped the red sari from her body, throwing it onto the bed in the center. Now fully naked, she turned away from him, and her fat round buttocks came into his full view. Her wonderful ass was fairer than the rest of her orange-coloured body. Pradip pumped his penis faster as he saw her wonderful buttocks, her unshaven backside. No Bengali woman ever shaved her ass or vulva, as their men-folk preferred women with hair on their buttocks, around the vagina and even in the armpits. Hairiness in women was considered highly erotic. Archana then bent down to place her bangles onto the bed. As she did so, her buttock-cheeks opened, giving Pradip a deeper view of her pod. The fleshy lips of her hairy gud [5] also came into view. Pradip's eyes nearly popped out as he looked deep into her pod, observing its every detail. Her anus was brownish-black, and there was abundant hair around it. Archana then stood upright again. She raised one of her arms, exposing her hairy armpit. Pradip saw the big bush of black hair under her armpit. Pradip had never seen anything so arousing in his life. He stroked his hard penis imagining how tasty it would be to lick the sweat out from his mother's armpit hair. Then, with her other hand Archana stroked the hairs inside her armpit. She brought this hand close to her nose close and smelled it. Then she sat back on the bed, facing the window and directly in front of Pradip, who could clearly see her heavy orange breasts. On the bed, she spread her knees outwards, exposing her hairy vagina to Pradip's view once again. He stepped back slightly to avoid detection. Yet, he observed her hairy lips open slightly, and peered deep into her orifice, wishing he could stick his penis into her gud. Whenever he masturbated, he was painfully aware of the small size of his penis. He realised his was slighly below average when he compared it with some of his friends. Because of this, he was scared of making love with Bengali girls of his own age. But now, Pradip was in heaven, staring at his mother's hairy vagina as she sat on the bed in front of him. For a moment, Archana stroked her thighs. Then she pulled one foot to her face and buried her nose into the sole, smelling it. Pradip gasped, "Shala !" and stroked his penis harder when he saw this, imagining how it would be to smell her feet. He had never seen his mother do such things to herself. Apparently happy with its smell, she repeated the same with her other foot. Then, with her right hand she picked up a sharp cutting instrument and started to cut her toe-nails. Pradip wiped his tongue over his lips, telling himself that he would not just smell her feet, he would lick and suck her toes and the soles of her lovely feet as well. His penis was now at full erection, and almost bursting. After a long time, Archana stood up from the bed, looking at her pretty feet with a content look. Yet, the surprise was not over. Archana then did something very taboo for a sophisticated upper-caste Bengali lady like herself. Archana turned towards the bed, once again showing her big ass, her wonderful pod, to her own son. She slowly brought her left index finger with a long red nail near her wondrously fat buttocks. With this long finger she gently scratched her anus. Slowly, she inserted the finger into her butt-hole until it was half-way inside. Then, pausing for a while, she started to poke it in and out. Her index finger moved in a circular fashion inside her gand. She continued this activity for a short while, moaning softly. After this depraved act he brought her finger out and smelled it holding it near her nose. Pradip gasped out aloud at this, violently pulling on his erect pulinga. "Shala, she stuck her finger into her payu !" he whispered to himself as he erupted in a hard orgasm. He had never seen anything to exciting in his life. "I would stick my finger into her gand, and then smell it and lick it," Pradip told himself as the last drops of sperm dripped out of his convulsing pulinga onto the earth below. Apparently satisfied with the perfume of her anus, Archana stood up and went into the bathroom to take a bath. Pradip stepped back and leaned against the tree, exhausted by his violent orgasm. As he slowly returned to normal, he got a brilliant idea. His face lit up as he realised that he had just thought of a way of tricking his mother into having sex with him. First, he would try to seduce her, showing her his penis and talling her that he needed her badly and that papa was away. If she agreed, then his greatest wish was fulfilled, but if she rejected him, he would try to play sad and hurt. He would tell her that he would never marry any girl, and that his mother did not like him because of his small penis. Yes - the small size of his penis could be put to his advantage. He knew his mother would have compassion upon him, and would yield. Realising that he must act fast, he climbed through the window and went onto his mother's bed. Stripping off all his clothes, he seated himself there, stroking his erection. He dreamed of what he was going to do. He would have to chood his mother, come what may. He must do all the things she did - he must smell and suck her wonderful feet, he must lick her hairy armpits, he must stick his finger into her butt-hole and smell and lick it. And if his mother liked putting her little finger into her anus, she would definitely feel better if he put his dhon into it. Pradip smiled, thanking heaven that his mother did these strange things. Good that she is not a prude. Pradip stroked his penis to a renewed erection. When his mother came out of the bathroom, she was completely naked, save for a towel wrapped on her head. She was surprised to see her son fully naked, pumping his erection. "Pradip, what are you doing ?" she gasped in horror as she realised the gravity of the situation. "Ma, I my bara became all hard because I saw you naked," Pradip replied. "See how hard it is ? I want to stick my dhon into your gud, Ma." "So you have been watching me all this time-wime, you naughty boy ?" Archana asked. "Yes, ma, and my dhon is so hard because of that," Pradip grinned. "I want to stick it into your gud." "You cannot do that, Pradip. I am your mother, your ma." "No, ma. I have to chood you," Pradip replied. "No, Pradip, it is wrong." "Ma, you are saying that because you think I have a small dhon." "No, Pradip, I am saying it because you are my son, and I cannot do such a thing with you," Archana replied. "That is not the reason, ma. You don't want to chood me because I have a small dhon," Pradip complained. "No, Pradip. I did not say that." "Yes, ma, that is the reason. Nobody wants to chood me because of my small linga," Pradip said with a slight gesture of sorrow on his face. "I will never marry a girl, because I have such a small one, she will make fun of me." "That is not true, Pradip. We will find a nice Bengali girl to marry you. A girl never makes fun of her husband's dhon, no matter what size it is, Pradip. Bengali girls worship their husbands as devatas." "Ma, I don't want any other girl. They are so immature and silly. I want a fat lady like you. I want you, ma.," Pradip stated. "Papa has been away for so many days, and he will be away for so many more. It is not good that you should be without a dhon for so long," Pradip said. "If you think you are going to fool me into letting your dhon into my gud, then you are mistaken, young bajat chela [6] !" Archana shouted. "Ma, it is the duty of a mother to make her son as happy as possible. It is stated so in the holy books of our dharma. If you do not let me chood you, ma, you will be insulting me about the small size of my dhon," Pradip reasoned. He waited, but his mother just kept quiet. He had to go to the next step. "I swear that I will never marry if you do not let me chood you ma, and I will tell the whole world that it is because my mother insulted me." Pradip announced loudly. "I am serious ma, I will not marry if you do not let me chood you. That is the only way I can gain the confidence to make love to my future wife." At this his mother became somewhat shocked and puzzled. He could tell she was seriously considering what to do because she bit her thick coral-red lips as she thought. She looked at his penis, and Pradip could tell that she was slightly aroused as she stared at it. After a long hesitation, she finally relented. "Well, fine Pradip. I will let you chood me, but you must take back your promise not to marry," Archana reasoned as Pradip smiled in triumph. "But, there is one condition I lay down," Archana said. "What is that, ma ?" "I do not want to get pregnant by you. You can only chood your dhon into my pod, not into my gud," Archana announced. Pradip could not believe his ears. "I agree, ma ! That is what I really wanted to do in any case !" "What ? You would have chood my pod of your own free will ?" Archana asked in astonishment. "Ha, ma. It was my deepest desire." Pradip replied, realising then that his father had probably never done it to her from behind. Archana smiled, and dropped the towel around her waist. Fully naked, she turned towards the bed, sitting down on her hands and knees like a bitch in heat, like a kutti, sticking her fat buttocks into the air. "Now, you horomjada ! Chood my pod ! Come on you bastard, fuck my butt-hole !" Pradip did not need to be asked again. He immediately rushed to his mother's buttocks and started to lick the fat cheeks. Archana groaned and moaned in pleasure. "Beta, chata your mother's gand. Gand lehan koro ! Lick my ass ! Chata it hard, you lehankari [7] !" she exclaimed in passion. Egged on by his mother, Pradip fell to licking harder and harder, until he had completely sucked up all the sweat covering her large pitha, her ass. "Chata my pod ! Lick my ass-hole !" Archana ordered, and Pradip immediately buried his nose into her butt-crevice and inserted his tongue between her butt-cheeks. He licked around her anus, her hot pod, savouring the pungent taste and then, realising that it was the best thing he had ever tasted, he inserted his tongue fully into it, sapping up all her anal juices. Archana groaned. Pradip continued to lick his mother's pod until he had fully satisfied himself. Then he stood up besides the bed, and started to massage his member to maxiumum hardness. He used some of his own saliva to moisten the surface. His shaft glistening, he placed it at the entrance to her pod, and slowly rubbed it up and down along the crack. He then asked Archana, "Did papa never put his dhon into your pod, ma ?" "No, he never did it, and no man has ever done this to me. That horomjada said it was a dirty thing to do, and even a dirty thing to think of. He called me a maagi and said that such things were only done by Musalman men. But I wanted this more than anything in the world, because pod-chood gives me more satisfaction than even gud-chood. I was even willing to cuckold your father for this reason." "Why is that, ma ?" "All women want it in the pod some time or the other, Pradip. And some women even prefer it in the pod, especially moti gori Bengali women. I needed it so badly, but your papa would never do it. So I had to use my finger instead," Archana replied. "That is why you stuck your finger into your pod before taking bath, ma ?" Pradip asked. "Yes, Pradip. Now, you are driving me wild by rubbing your dhon against my pod. Stick it in right now ! Maro my pod ! Fuck my ass !" Archana shouted. As Pradip listened to his mother's secret desire, his penis had become rock-hard despite his previous ejaculation. Fully erect, he slowly shoved it into her tight and hot anus. "Pradip, my son, no man chood my pod before you. So please go slowly. Your dhon is not small, whatever you may think. Most men are of your size, Pradip, so you might hurt me if you go to quickly. Please go slowly," Archana cautioned him. Slowly he pushed his dhon into her pod, deeper and deeper until it was all the way in. Archana gasped in amazement. "Shala ! You have chood your dhon fully into my pod ! This is the first time ! I love you, Pradip !" Then she sighed a few sighs of intense relief and shouted, "Chela, chood your ma ! Fuck your mother ! Uski gaand mar ! Hump her ass ! Uski moti gori gaand ko chood. Meri moti gori gaand ko chood ! Fuck my fat white ass, Pradip !" Encouraged thus by his mother, Pradip pumped his penis in and out of her anus, thrusting his dhon all the way into her and almost pulling it out at the end. He became more and more vigorous until his mother said, "Pradip, calm down. Don't be too eager, you will eject too early. Chood my pod slowly. Going slowly is more important than the size of a dhon. If you chood a woman slowly and for long, she will love you more than a man with a huge linga. Remember that when you choed your wife after you get married." Pradip then slowed down his rhythm. She was right, he thought. He had committed the mistake of ejaculating too early with the slit-eyed Assamese prostitute he had visited two years back. That had caused much frustration for him. He must not repeat that mistake now. He clenched his teeth as he pumped his penis in and out. Archana then told him, "Bend forward, onto my back and grab hold of my stan, touch my baksha." [8] Pradip leaned onto his mother's back and did as he was told. Caressing her breasts, she once again said, "Press my bat, press it with your two fingers," and Pradip pressed her teats with his fingers. Archana moaned loudly. She lifted her arm, smiling at Pradip. He buried his face into it, licking her hair as he continued to pump in and out of her butt-hole. When Pradip ejactulated into his mother's anus, she had already orgasmed three times. Exhausted, they rolled onto the bed. As Archana closed her eyes and fell asleep, she quietly moaned to the dozing Pradip, "Pradip, you are a great maha-choodu, fit to bed with a maharani." Then they both fell asleep, totally satisfied. --------- Footnotes: --------- [1] Paschim Bangla or Bangla Bhoomi denotes Western Bengal, which has preserved its ancient culture in contrast to the Islamicised eastern Bengal - modern Bangladesh which Islamic fundamentalists prefer to call `Bangistan'. [2] The Vaishya or merchant caste. [3] Khopa refers to the bun. [4] Mishti Dohi is Sweet Curd and Rosh Golla is a Bengali sweet-meat. [5] - For the edification of non-Bengali readers, a short Bengali slang glossary. pod = `butt-hole', slang for the anus; the buttocks, gud = `cunt', `vagina', dhon = `cock', guhya, payu = anus. pith = The back; the rear. chata = `to lick', leha = `to lick' pod-chood = `butt-fucking', gud-chood = `cunt-fucking' chela = `boy' baksha = `boob', stan = `a breast' pulinga = penis bara = penis horomjada = `bastard', Bengali lacks the `z', transforming the Persian `haramzada' into `horomjada' maderchod = `mother-fucker' [6] Bajat chela, means `bad boy' in Bengali. [7] chata = to lick, lehankari = licker [8] breasts = baksha, stan, kuch tit = bat THE END -----------------------------------------------------------------