Life is more dramatic than drama
6.30 AM
It was early morning; I heard loud noises from the corridor of our Hostel. I came out of the room and learnt to my shock and surprise our classmate Gandhi, was found dead in his room, obviously committed suicide. An arsenic bottle was found besides the bed.
Gandhi married six months earlier to Madhusmita, studying M.A in English literature. No one could understand or imagine the reasons for his suicide. The Chief Warden informed Police and the body was sent for postmortem.
His parents arrived by car the following morning by car from their hometown. His father was taken to the Hospital to complete the formalities and take his son's body to their native village.
I stayed back to take care of grieving mother, took her to the University Guesthouse. She sat on the bed crying. I cajoled her, to take bath and she went to the bathroom. I brought breakfast and coffee in a flask. She refused to have breakfast, but on my repeated requests and insistence had half a cup of coffee.
She was continuously crying, tears dropping down her cheeks. I was at loss, not knowing how to console her. I placed my hand on her shoulders and wiped her tears. She instantly leaned on to my chest burying her face. I hugged her to comfort and console. I put my hand on her head stroking to console her and thought," let her cry out".
My fingers ran into her thick silky soft hair, one hand around her, and with other hand I was stroking her hair. My fingers dipped into her big hair bun. Hair bun got loosened and her beautiful soft thick wavy, curly soft smooth hair spread onto her back, cascading down beyond her thunderous thighs.
Her crying, gradually reduced to sobs, but she was holding me tightly. Her large voluptuous breasts were pressing against my chest, and her whole body touching mine. I was wearing a lungi, and was ashamed that despite the circumstances, my body chemistry was beyond my control; my fully erect throbbing cock was pressing at her mound. I pressed more moving my phallus forward.
To my pleasant surprise, she was also pressing herself, against my hard cock. I looked at her back, there was no doubt in my mind, that she was thrusting herself against my hard cock feeling my hard maleness.
I cupped her soft big arse cheeks with my hands. Her fingers were digging into my back. The softness of her silky hair touching my hands further aroused my carnal desire. My hands traveled upwards, took her face into my hands. I could see in her eyes the desire to be taken, to be owned, to unite, to be filled; an unmistakable urgent need. Her expressive eyes full of desire pleading me silently.
I kissed and licked slowly all over her face, neck, and cheeks lovingly and finally ran my tongue over her wet juicy thick lips. She opened her mouth as my tongue slipped into hers. She took my lower lip into her mouth and started sucking, all the time pressing her against me. Our tongues entwined, exploring and sucking each other alternatively, drinking nectar. It was an exhaustive and exhausting lip locked nectar sucking kiss.
There was no need for words, I lifted in her my arms, carried, and laid her on the bed, her breasts heaving, and hair spread. I sat next to her, stroking and feeling her big breasts, removed her blouse and bra as she lifted her hands up to ease out.
She thrust one of breast into my mouth. I sucked on her big, brown, engorged, hard, and jutting nipple, while stroking the other and squeezing it. I kept on sucking while her hand was on my head holding it like a mother breastfeeding her son. I could feel juices coming out of her breasts. I sucked on more intensely, and could taste her breast milk. I sucked on the other breast, and her breast milk drop by drop coming into my mouth. I was surprised that milky juices coming from her breasts. I could feel and understand the her love and desire to breastfeed her son, her immense desire triggered hormones to produce milk. I continued sucking her breast milk from both the breasts.
Her hand reached between my thighs and took my long, thick, hard, and turgid cock into her hands, feeling its hardness. She was stroking my cock, her hand running along the shaft, and she took hold of scrotum, feeling the balls and then her fingers reached the knob of my cock.
"Oh! I can't wait, Do it. Come into me. I want you in me," She said, holding my cock
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I got up, took off her sari and petticoat. She was fully naked, her thighs spread, her wide cunt flower inviting, her glittering stiff clit engorged, She raised her bottom, as my cock entered her juice drenched inviting cunt with all my energy.
My cock entered, opening up her cunt walls, as if a knife slicing soft butter slab, smoothly reached her bottom, filling her cunt. Her cunt muscles were gripping my cock tightly like a fist. I looked into her eyes. Her hands on my hips were pressing me into her. I took her breasts into my hands fondling them.
She urged, "Fuck me" I started fucking. Oh, my son, fuck me, fuck your mother, fuck me, my son, fuck me hard. She was repeating the words again and again, while moving herself up to meet each of my strokes. I lifted both her legs placed on both sides my shoulders and fucked her slowly and steadily. An then fucked fast with all my energy digging into her deep deeper opening her cunt with each stroke, more and more .
She came, crying out loud finally as if a volcano erupted, as if an earth quake occurred, her whole body in frenzied uncontrollable spasms, as she dug her nails into my back scratching, drawing blood. Her cunt muscles gripping my cock like a fist and releasing, over and over. I said "amma, amma, ammaaaaaaaa, as I ejaculated my hot loads of sperm into her cunt, pouring my thick hot sperm into her filling her cunt.
We lay still, her face buried on my chest, till our bodies gradually slowly returned to normality. I saw her blushing. She kissed me all over my face, her eyes glowing with contentment and satisfaction. She went to the bathroom and came back hugged me kissing me all over my face.
"Shiva, You filled me, filled the void in me, and fulfilled me. You gave me such a wonderful life time experience, made me forget everything, experiencing the ultimate bliss, and unbelievable, abandoned uncontrollable, pleasure of submission. I sat on the bed and she put her head in my lap and lay down on the bed, my hands caressing and fondling her big breasts.
"Do you know, what could be the plausible reason for my son to end his life?"
I said, "I don't know."