It started out rather innocently, out of a necessity but culminated into a life altering experience.
Ratna and her husband Sunil got into a car accident. They were lucky it was very a minor one. Sunil scathed scratch free, however, Ratna complained about neck and back pain. Sunil took her to their family doctor. He prescribed some pain killer and told her to get professional massage for her neck and back.
Ratna was surprised that she even fooled her doctor. She was not hurt at all. She was just trying to get more attention from her husband. After 20 years of marriage the passion in their life had all but gone. More and more Sunil was devoting most of his time towards his business. Sex between them became as infrequent as rain in hot Indian summer. She still fondly remembered when she was the centerpiece of his world and love making was as frequent as monsoon rain. Now Ratna considered herself lucky if her husband made love to her just once a month. It was far from what her sex starved body needed to satisfy her carnal desire.
She had just turned forty. She kept herself in very good shape. She could easily be mistaken as a woman of thirty years old. Sunil was 7 or 8 years older than her and as her sexual desire was growing his was waning real fast.
Another thing that had fueled her desire, was her friend Surma's bold and naked advices. Surma was living overseas and came to visit her family. She was a very modern and sexy woman. Shyness was never an adjective that could be attributed to her. She encouraged Ratna to find a young stud as a lover.
"Look girlfriend, you are still a very young and sexy woman. Pretty soon father time will take over your body and before you know it, it will be all over." Surma advised her with the confidence of someone who knew what she was talking about. "Find yourself a young lover and let him fuck your brain out. Don't let cobweb grow in your pussy. "
Ratna could not help but laughing at Surma's comment of cobweb growing in her pussy. She knew it was easier said than done. She was not sure if she had the guts to cheat on her husband. If she did, it had to be with someone she could trust one hundred percent.
Before Surma left she gave her a dildo and couple of porno magazines. She had never seen fuck pictures like this before. The magazines were full of pictures of couples engaged in anal, oral and vaginal sex. In her entire life she never experienced the pleasure of anal or oral sex. Her imagination began to run wild. She started fantasizing about getting fucked by a faceless huge cock in every which way possible. In reality her dildo ended up being her fantasy cock and became her constant fucking companion.
"Where I am going to find a professional masseur?" Her husband asked on their way back from doctor's office.
"Don't worry, I will be fine without one." She said with all the womanly indication of not really meaning it.
"No, honey, I'll give you massage myself if I can't find anyone." He assured her. That would be fun she thought. She would finally get some attention from him after all and it might turn into something that she had been craving all the time but getting it only scarcely.
That afternoon Sunil came home with a young man carrying a small bag in his hand.
"Ratna, this is Suresh, He is a professional masseur. He would give the massage you need."
Suresh was a young good looking man and he greeted her in traditional Indian way, putting his hands together and saying 'namaste'.
All of a sudden a cold spell took over her. The idea of another man beside her husband touching her seemed too farfetched for her psyche. She might have been having fantasies about other man, but in reality she was still very conservative and meek. No one except her husband had ever touched her since she had grown up. She grew cold feet immediately. She took her husband to bedroom.
"Are you out of your mind?' She vented her frustration on him, "I won't let a stranger touch my body."
"Honey, this is part of your treatment. Think him as your doctor or nurse." He desperately tried to convince her.
"Absolutely not! Either you do it or no massage." She expressed herself adamantly and Sunil knew his wife well enough to realize she would not buzz from her decision.
He reluctantly let Suresh go and even more reluctantly agreed to massage her himself. Under any other circumstances it would make him happy that his wife only wanted him, but fact of the matter was he had been too busy with his business and putting up 15 to 16 hours day. Even though he loved his wife very much he just did not have much time for her at this juncture of his life. He was hoping it would change for good in the near future when his business really got going.
Ratna took her clothes off and laid herself face down on the bed. She was getting excited anticipating her husband's touch. She started feeling dampness in her pussy already. Sunil came over her and pour some of the massaging lotion that the doctor gave them and began to rub Ratn's neck and shoulder. Ratna cooed and her body began to relax. She began to think that her fantasy of an erotic massage would finally be materialized.
Then his cell phone rang and it kept on ringing. Business talks and erotic massage would never go hand in hand, she thought. To her dismay, he kept getting calls one after another. In frustration, she abruptly jumped up from bed and went into the shower. If it was five years ago, Sunil would have followed her in the shower immediately and the whole thing would have ended in a delicious fuck. Hoping against hope, she desperately wanted to hear his footsteps through the bathroom door. None was forthcoming as he kept on talking on the phone.
"Honey, something came up. I have to go now. We'll do the massage tomorrow. See you at dinner time." He shouted from the bathroom door and quickly existed without waiting for her response.
Ratna took comfort in knowing that her faithful dildo won't let her down. She fucked her pussy with her rubber lover and relieved herself.
Next day Sunil made a great effort to massage her. He took his cell phone out and turned it off. Ratna was very pleased at his gesture. He began the massage. Just when she was totally relaxed and enjoying her husband's rub down, there was a knock at the door. It was their 19 year old son, Anil.
"Baba, phone call for you in the drawing room. He said it was an emergency." Anil informed his father.
"Anil, come here. Massage your mother's back while I take the call."
"No." She protested.
"What's the problem now? He is your son, not a stranger." By saying that Sunil went to answer his call.
So much for an erotic massage, she thought. She was really upset at this development. Still lying face down, she quickly pulled the blanket up to her waist to cover herself. Anil began to massage his mother's back as his father told him.
Sunil and Anil alternated few time massaging her in between his phone calls. Suddenly Ratna realized the difference between two of them. Her husband was massaging her just for the sake of it, without putting any real efforts. His gestures made it clear he rather be somewhere else, like at work. On the contrary her son was massaging her forcefully. He was forcing her back down harder and she was feeling the pressure on her breasts. Her nipples were rubbing against soft fabric of the bed sheet and they quickly became erect. His knees and hands even touched her buttocks few times sending a chill sensation through her. She unintentionally began to get wet between her legs. She wanted to have this feeling when the massage started, but not from her own son.
"God, what I'm thinking. He is my son." She reprimanded herself and quickly took control of her emotions. She immediately ended the massaging session and went to take a shower. She was very upset with herself about having sinful thoughts about her own son. But her sexual urges were so strong she could not help but to touch her pussy. Pretty soon she was fucking her pussy with two fingers and experienced a soothing orgasm.
"I have to go out of town for three days." Sunil told them at the dinner table that night, "Anil can massage you when I'm away. Your college is closed for summer, right son?"
"Yes, baba. I don't mind if it is okay with ma." His son responded diplomatically.
Ratna's dilemma: To fuck or not to fuck her son.
Now, I was really mad at me for refusing to get massage from the masseur. My refusal had given rise to this current predicament. I did not want to get touched by my son at my present perpetual horny condition. But if I had said no, it might show my weakness. I grudgingly agreed, hoping to keep my emotions under control at all times.
Early next morning Anil took his father to airport and came back around 9.
"Ma, can I massage you now. After that I want to play some cricket."
"Sure, son. Come to my room in about five minute."
I told myself it would strictly be just massage. Under no circumstances I would think about sex. I had to stop my fantasies and just enjoyed the rub down. Part of my brain that controlled my moral values told me that I could do it. I felt good at my strong resolve.
I stripped myself except for my petticoat and laid face down on the bed like yesterday. Anil joined me momentarily. He spread his leg and positioned his knees on both side of my waist and began massing my neck and shoulder. His warm and strong touches felt so good!
He leaned forward few times. Was that his manhood that touched my ass? My resolve melted faster than ice cream in hot Indian summer. My pussy began to twitch and started getting wet. There was a contradicting fight brewing inside my brain again. Part tof me urged to control my urges, other part that controlled my sexual desire was telling me to go with the flow and let the chip fall where it may.
Anil moved to my feet which his father never did. He pulled my toes and fingers and popped them. He then started moving up my legs. How far would he go, I asked myself. More importantly how far would I let him go? He stopped at my knee joints and again moved up to my back. This time he let his hands slid down my sides. My breasts were large and firm. They were squashed on the bed sheet. But because of their ample size, part of the flesh had overflowed at both my sides. His hands touched my exposed flesh for few seconds and moved on. Goose pimples popped up all over my body. Was he teasing me and trying to test the threshold of my tolerance? Or was it just innocent massage from his part? I desperately wanted a strong manly hand to fondle my breasts. For a moment I thought if I would roll over and expose my top.
"God, what I am thinking?" My morality won over my urges. I quickly got up covering my breasts with a towel and told him that was enough for one day. I also thanked him and told him he did a wonderful job.
