Fathers Transfer Ch 01

Mr. Murli Mathur was promoted from assistant manager to Manager. It was the happiest day of his life as well as the saddest. The promotion was coupled with a transfer to other metropolitan city. Murli was born and brought up in Bombay (now known as Mumbai). He was well versed with the city life here rather than any place else. But this transfer was the necessity to be fulfilled to climb up the corporate ladder. He had been selected as the best amongst the 12 candidates from the internal assessment. So he did not want to let go of his chance. He was only a Diploma holder and so he was sure he would have to prove his strength in front of the Degree Engineers. He took up the challenge even though he had to stay in the other city (Delhi Capita of India) for two years.

The news of his transfer had elicited a better response from her wife Rekha. Her husband at the age of 46 was getting this opportunity. Most of her friend's husband had already become General Managers. So the news of his promotion was really exciting and Delhi was the most happening city lately. But then Murli calmly told her,

"Rekha, there is one more catch. I have to stay in Delhi alone for two years. They want me to prove that I can handle extreme conditions without family support. They were saying that if I clear this two years with good performance, they would permanently transfer me to U.S. with all of you together."

Rekha was on verge of tears. Never in the marriage of 24 years had she been separated from Murli for more than two months. The period of two years would be very big. Rekha thought for a while and said,

"Hey, why don't we take a home over there. You could stay with us after your work."

Murli said,

"The company wants me to stay on the premises 24 hours. This is a very prestigious project for the company. If I am not committed like all other team members I might as well lose my promotion and all the future benefits. No, you have to stay here and see to that our son Karan completes his education and gets the necessary support. Also Delhi is not far. I was promised a leave of two months in this two years. In those two months period, I would come back."

Rekha was not sure how she would be without Murli. Rekha at the age of 43 was good looking but Murli had always been career oriented. Rekha had come to understanding that to stay at a higher status in society, money was the only consideration. She decided that it was no use discussing this issue any further. She finally fell silent.

When Karan heard this news, the nineteen year old brat was overjoyed. Having just being major with voting rights, he was so excited at this only he knew. His father was a strict person by nature. But with him gone, he would be able to do lot many things without fear. Karan made a sad face on the day of his father's departure. Her mother Rekha was crying at this separation. But finally the deed was done. Murli left for Delhi in the train from Mumbai Central station. Karan was a free bird. The first year engineering student as soon as he reached the home took permission from her mother to go to his friend's place to study. Being dejected, Rekha agreed.

Karan met with Prahlad. He was his best friend. He told Prahlad,

"Prahlad, you remember that day you had shown me that Playboy magazine. Can I borrow for a few days?"

Prahlad said,

"Oh! I just gave it to my other friend. But wait for a week, my friend is planning to buy a good porn mag after he gets his pocket money. He would share with me, I will share it to you."

Karan was not that happy. He was excited that the day of his freedom he might be able to have some nice time with some dirty pictures, his hand and his penis. But now all the plans were in doldrums.

A week passed without any major incidence. But that day, Karan came home from school to find her mother engrossed in cleaning the fans. He went to his room and started doing his assignment work. Soon Rekha came to his room to clean the fan. She climbed the stool. Karan just glanced at her.

Karan was infatuated to her mother for some time now. It was not that he had bad thoughts about her but he somehow would end up looking at his mother as a lady and sometimes gaze at her body. His eyes would roam and look at her breasts and her shapely hips in sarees. He had started realizing that some days, his penis would start getting hard and he would control his erection with guilt that she was her mother first and a lady afterwards.

That day was no different. She was raising her hands high to reach the fan. This activity was making her medium looking breasts move up in her kameez (top of the Punjabi suit). Being summer time, Rekha was not wearing the salwar (bottom of the Punjabi suit). Her legs up to the knees were already exposed. As she strained to reach the fan, the kameez was riding up, showing the side of her fair thighs. Karan was quietly observing this scene for some time. He felt his penis jerk its head up in semi-attention. Rekha said,

"Karan beta (son) bring that pail of water from the hall. I forgot to bring it here."

Karan blushed and ran out of the room. His penis was dancing in his bermuda shorts. He withdrew his T-shirt which he had tucked in his bermuda and let it cover his bermuda so that his erection would not become prominent. He took the pail and reached behind her mother. She was still stretching and cleaning the fan. Karan went very close to her and kept the pail down. From that point he looked up. He was shocked to see his mother's white panties. He could make out the place in between her thighs. The thighs were wet with sweat. Also the globes of her buttocks to which the panties were sticking. He flushed as his penis stood at utmost attention. He said,

"Mummy I have kept it down here."

Her mother nodded and continued to work. Karan sat at his place again, but he could not concentrate on his assignment. Time and again he kept on watching her mother. He felt his father was so lucky to have a wife like her mother. But then it struck him again that she was his mother. The customs and traditions do not allow any kind of attraction not only among a family but also inter-family, where the cousin or relatives too was a no-no. He was depressed. This thoughts had hit him now but still he could not take his eyes off his mother. Rekha was now on the floor. She bent down to immerse the rag into the pail of water. When she was doing this, Karan had a clear view inside her kameez. Her white bra enclosing her delicate round breasts was visible. She cleaned the floor where the dust had fallen and then she went to the next room. Karan ran into the bathroom. Once inside, he undid his bermuda and his 7 inch erection jumped out.

Karan held his shaft and rocked it up and down. He thought about his mother's tits and her panties. How he would like to squeeze those delicate breasts of his mother and how he would like to smell his mother's privates and do things to her cunt. Thinking of this again and again, his shaft got so excited that he groaned and ejaculated his sperms. It was quite copious and he collected it in his hands so that he can dispose it in the wash basin without a trace.

After this he came and sat on the bed. He thought about his masturbation and felt sad. Never in his life would he be able to tell his mother how much he loved her. But the society did not permit it. What if daddy came to know about his feelings for his mother. He would surely kill him.

A week passed. After that day, every day, Karan masturbated with his mother's nude images in his mind. He was happy in a way that his father was transferred. Now at least he was able to see his mother daily in night gown watching television with him.

Rekha too was feeling very lonely. She was having very high itchy feeling in her cunt. But what could she do. She used to pet her cunt everyday till it was wet with her spend. Rekha wanted to have a male inside her desperately. She had observed that lately Karan was looking at her breasts more than often. Also his bermuda showed a little tent every time she looked at her crotch. But then an idea struck her.

After Karan went into the room. Rekha silently went into the kitchen and then went to her bedroom. She was so excited. She raised her night gown and threw it aside. Her breasts had become every delicate with no attention. She slightly squeezed her tits. Then she removed her panties. She slept on the bed. Slowly, she spread her legs and also parted her pubic hair. Then after she got hold of her engorged clitoris, she fingered it gently. She moaned. The clitoris was erect and sensitive and her cunt was dripping wet. She spread her cunt lips and fingered her cunt hole for some time. Then she took hold of the rolling pin. The rolling pin was tapering from thin to thick at the center and again tapering down to thin. It was long because she liked a big rolling pin to make the rotis.

She slowly held the rolling pin at the entrance of her cunt. Gently, she pushed the rolling pin past her cunt entrance. She moaned as she pushed the rolling pin in till the shape began to become very thick. She held it there and fingered her clitoris. She moved the rolling pin in and out. She was enjoying this. She was really missing the feel a penis in her and now she was doing it with a makeshift one. She got very excited and increased the pace of the rolling pin with pushing in and out. Soon she went over the edge of no return and moaned loudly. She shivered and orgasmed hard. She removed the rolling pin from her dripping cunt. It was shining and coated with threads of sticky discharge. She moved her hand on the rolling pin and brought it to her mouth. She tasted it by lapping her tongue on her hand. She enjoyed this.

In a way it was good her husband was transferred. Now at least she was able to taste her juices at night. When her husband was near her, he would not allow her to do that saying it was very dirty. Once when she had done it, her husband kissed her and instantly he knew that she had tasted her spend. He had slapped her on the face. Now, Rekha knew that she was always crazy for sex and always open about it. But Murli was never inclined towards it. He used to get furious for no rhyme or reason when it came to different types of sex.

Prahlad came the next day and he kept his promise albeit two weeks late. He handed over the porn magazine to Karan. Karan hid the magazine and went to school. At night he removed the international magazine. He turned the first page and it had a really good looking babe just like her mother completely nude. Karan waited at this picture for very long. He observed the woman's tits and her exposed cunt. Her pubic hair were very faint. Then he turned the page. It showed a man with his erect penis. Karan gasped at the size of the man's penis. It was very big and the girl was kissing it. Next page he saw the girl lying spread eagle on the bed. The photo clearly showed her cunt and her asshole. Karan's mouth was getting dry looking at the privates. He turned the page. The man had his penis very close to the girl's private part. The next page showed the man inserting his penis in the girl. Karan watched this page for a long time. He had undone his bermuda and was shaking his penis. He could not understand that the man was inserting the penis in the girl but the girl's open cunt was still visible. He was not understanding even after too much focus on the image. Then he called up Prahlad,

"Prahlad, tell me, the porn magazine I was looking at, I saw the first few pages. These are exciting, but then the page showing the man inserting in the girl's cunt, why is the cunt still visible."

Prahlad laughed and said,

"This is an international magazine focused on ass. These magazines show people derive pleasure by fucking in the ass not by fucking in the cunt."

Karan gasped and asked,

"Have you gone mad? How can a person insert in a girl's asshole."

Prahlad said,

"You still have to understand many things my friend. The asshole is also like a cunt hole and so why not fuck it. Don't tell anyone but I have tried it with my neighbor. It is sexy. Don't tell anyone about this, okay."

Prahlad hung up the phone. He was laughing. "Karan can be fooled. How cool I am that I can make up such stories on the spot," Prahlad said to himself.

Karan continued looking at the magazine. The next page showed the man had completely inserted his penis in the girl's asshole. The girl's face still smiling. This indicated that she was enjoying this. The next few pages had stories in foreign language which of course Karan could not read. The next page had a gorgeous old lady nude. Then next page had a very huge man with a dick even bigger than the first man in the magazine. The old woman was on her hands and knees. The man was pushing his penis right in her butt hole. Next few pages showed the fucking action and finally the ecstatic face of old woman who seemed to have thoroughly enjoyed the hot anal fucking. Karan ejaculated his cum on his hands. He saw the whole magazine anyway. The magazine in total had four models all getting it in their anus from well hung guys.

That night Karan thought about Prahlad having had anal sex with his neighbor. She was a hot looking woman just like his mother. He started getting erection again. He wanted to keep the thoughts of his mother out of this. Thinking about his mother in a sexual way was already a taboo and now if he was going to see her face even in this new form of anal sex then he would be considered a pervert. But he really wanted to try this sexual act because if Prahlad can do it, why can't he?

His hand instinctively again went inside his bermuda. To his surprise, his penis was again fully erect. He imagined Prahlad's neighbor in his mind, disrobing and then spreading her long legs. She invited him to get his erect penis to her cunt. Karan obligingly touched his penis on her cunt and he imagined hotness around his penis as he fucked the neighbor in his mind. The imagination was so vivid for him that his hand in reality was now pumping his penis up and down at a very high pace. Because he had just cum, his penis was still wet and lubricated. More pre-cum was accumulating and his masturbation took even higher pace. Here in his mind, he could not believe that his penis was now not in the cunt but in the hot asshole. There was lot of moaning and in his imagination he looked up to the neighbor's face and he spurted hard with a screaming orgasm because he saw his mother's face in ecstasy and orgasming like the model in the porn magazine. His penis was hurting but his mind was now filled with guilt. He fell asleep with exhaustion.

The next morning he went down his building to meet Ria after a long time.