Time stood still in the lounge on the first floor of the hunting lodge. Sheela, who was grinning like a cat - her naked body living up to its feline grace - and her husband Subho were into the secret but for Rudra it was indeed a bolt from the blue. She and her mother had talked about a gun and he was expecting the Glock Parabellum. But the mode of its delivery, in the hands of his naked mother, was something that had taken his breath away.
"It seems like Rudro has been struck speechless at the sight of his naked Mother," Subho sniggered, "but I am sure that this is not the first time."
"Give him a little time, Subho." Sheela smiled. "I think he is a little embarrassed by the situation."
"Give him his little toy as well my dear. Then come and sit on my lap."
Rudro was still a little dazed but he took the Glock from his mother, who then daintily walked back to her husband on one of the sofas.
"So, what is more exciting, kiddo? The gun or the girl in my arms?"
Subho had pulled his wife into his lap, nuzzling her hair with his face and tweaking the nipples on her breast.
"The toy can wait, Dad," Rudro had at last found his voice, "Let me drink in the Goddess in your arms."
"That's right kid, you don't know how valuable this piece of flesh is."
"Flesh? You think of my mother as just flesh?" There was a hint of indignation in Rudra's voice.
"Of course, kiddo, any woman is just a piece of flesh for we men to enjoy."
"My Ma is a goddess, Dad"
"Yes, my dear and the goddess has been telling me that you have been lusting after her. Dying to see her naked. Which is why she is giving you this gift today."
"Oh come on Subho, you were just as excited about this event." Sheela pushed Subho down on the big couch and scrambled on top of him. She was face down on him, covering him with multiple kisses on his cheeks, his neck, his forehead, his throat. Her knees were planted outside his legs and her buttock was up in the air giving her son a beautiful view of the folds of her vaginal lips and the throbbing crack of her pussy.
Rudro had planned for a quiet session of post dinner brandy and was wearing a loose kurta, a long sleeved, collarless shirt, with comfortable pyjamas. But the sight of his mother's pussy sent his pyjama tenting. He slid his hands inside and started stroking the hardness of his penis while watching the scene that was unfolding in front of him.
Sheela was like a panther on the prowl. Lithe, lissom and powerful. She had dragged her husband off the sofa and Subho was now on the carpet on the floor. He still had his shirt, or rather kurta on, but Sheela had pulled off his pyjamas and was straddling him on all fours. Her crotch was pressed against her husband's face, her cunt lips lightly brushing against his lips, while her own lips were nuzzling his balls and his penis. Subho had large balls but a relatively small penis and surprisingly, it had hardly hardened even though Sheela was playing with it with her tongue. She held the flaccid member between her fingers, pulled back the foreskin and licked the crack. Then she squeezed her husband's balls with both hands and rolled his penis between her palms. She looked up towards her son who was sitting on the sofa with his hands in his pyjamas, watching his mother suck his father's prick but her face was hidden in the cascade of her long, black hair that had tumbled across Subho's crotch. Sheela took a second, to leave her prize and push back her hair that was hiding her face. As her eyes made contact with her wide-eyed son, she smiled wickedly and winked.
Sheela was merrily flicking her tongue around Subho's penis, but he was gasping for breath as her hairy pubis pressed down on his nose. Sheela heard him gasp for breath and raised her hips to give him a gulp of air, then slammed down hard again. She loved this because Subho's nose would bury itself in her crack and the shaking of his head was what gave her a little jiggle of pleasure. Which was actually all that she could hope for because his penis was never quite up to it at all. But things were about to get a little more interesting!
Sheela stopped slurping on her husband's penis for a while and moved her cunt off his nose, giving the poor fellow, literally, some breathing space. Once again, she deftly moved her hair that was falling over her face and smiled at her son.
"Hey kid, I need a favour from you."
"Now? What?"
"Get me that big, fat pen that I have in my purse."
"Pen? Now?"
"Don't ask, get it."
Rudro got up, trying to tighten the strings of his pyjamas but his mother grinned at him.
"Drop them, let me see your gorgeous prick!"
Rudro smiled, dropped his pyjamas and with his giant erection pointing ahead, walked to where his mother's purse was lying nearby. He rummaged through it and pulled out a Montblanc Meisterstuck 'The Fat One' # 149 Fountain pen with a 14k nib!
"Yes, give it to me"
Rudro squatted on the ground close to where his mother was playing with his father's penis and watched in awe as she pushed his knees apart to reveal the puckered hole of his anus. Then she pulled apart his arse cheeks and as her husband's glory hole revealed itself, she pushed the body of the pen straight in.
Subho shouted out in pain as the thick pen pushed into his asshole, but Sheela paid no heed. Then she started stroking his penis with one hand while with her other hand she gripped the pen and started shoving it in and out of. Subho started screaming but soon enough, the pain gave way to pleasure as Sheela, with her precise prodding, found the exact spot where his prostate gland was.
"Now for the fountain!" Sheela looked up and smiled at her son who was watching his mother's ministrations with awe.
The pressure on the prostate had immediately caused a stiffening of Subho's penis. Sheela had stopped sucking but was stroking it with increased frequency. Subho tried to say something, but his voice was garbled and all that his wife and son could hear was a gurgling sound that was rising in intensity until all of a sudden, he gave a shout. Sheela's naked breasts that were lying on his lower abdomen sensed a sudden contraction and she pulled down his foreskin just as a thin fountain of creamy jism jerked out. Sheela tried to take it in her mouth, but it was so little that it merely landed on the tip of her nose. She kept pulling on the penis and pushing in with the pen, hoping for some more, but all she got was one more tiny squirt that hit her on one cheek. Nevertheless, she declared victory!
"Thanks a ton, Subho for that wonderful cream." Sheela got up and pulled her son up from the ground as well. Then mother and son, one fully naked and the other in just his shirt sat down on one sofa. Subho, who was lying drained on the floor, finally got up and spread himself on the other sofa. His penis had shrunk back to the size of his little toe and was nestled comfortably on his abnormally big balls.
"Now we can raise a toast to our son! On his birthday." Each one picked up a brandy snifter and took a swig. As the royal pleasure of the Rémy Martin XO diffused through their mind and body, conversation turned to what was next.
"Sheela, did you drink my cum?" Subho asked.
"Of course, my dear," his wife replied cheerfully and then lowered her voice to a whisper to mutter, "as if there was a cup of it to drink."
