'What have I done to myself?' was the question I have been asking to myself ever since I allowed Atul to fulfill his youthful lust. I sincerely wanted to safeguard Alka, my daughter from Atul although in the process I became a toy in his hands. It was hard to digest the fact that my son was too horny for a 21 year old guy. I was worried about Atul as I was convinced that he started paying less attention to his studies as whenever he found time, he sprang on me and fucked me like an animal. I was relenting to him every time every where. If it was on the bathroom floor one time, it was the sofa the next time. He didn't spare the balcony as well as he enjoyed me in every possible spot, in every possible position which included an anal invasion a couple of times. I kept yielding to him because I trusted him that he wouldn't bother his sister under any circumstances. It was only on one occasion that I protested to have sex with my son, that too unsuccessfully. I still remember the ugly events that unfolded on that day, my wedding anniversary.
Alka was the first to wish me immediately after she woke up in the morning. Atul looked at me as if surprised for a moment before telling,' Happy Anniversary, Mom.' Soon both of them went to their Dad's room to wish him and after passing through some of the torrid moments in the past few months, I realized that it was a day I could celebrate with my husband and children. Atul soon got out having his daily workout in the nearby park and Alka left to take bath. As I stretched a cup of coffee to my husband, he dragged me on to the sofa and kissed me with love. Although it was a nice feeling to feel my husband after a long time, the guilt in me was almost killing me. How could I forget letting my son do whatever my husband has never even attempted even once? My husband promised me that he would try to return home from office as early as possible and take us all out for the dinner at a famous restaurant in the east coast road. He also whispered into my ears that he wanted me to look like a bride as he wished to have me that night as he had during our first night. I blushed like a new bride and rushed inside.
Atul and Alka left for their colleges and soon my husband too left for work. It was well past noon that I heard the door bill ring. As I opened the door, I was almost shocked to see Atul standing with a wicked smile on his face. He was carrying a few large polythene bags on either arms and from the smell I guessed that it might be flowers. He didn't wait for any questions from me as he walked straight into his Dad's room and kept the bags on the bed.
"Mom, I need a cup of tea," He shouted from the room as I was walking back to the kitchen after locking the door. While I was wondering what he might be doing in his father's room, I preferred to keep him shut with a cup of tea rather than worrying about what he was intending to do. As I entered our room, I was taken aback to see what Atul was doing. He was decorating his father's bed with plenty of rose petals and jasmine flowers as though he was decorating a room meant for a first night. I was surprised although I felt a bit odd to see a teenage son decorating his father's bed on his anniversary.
"Atul, it seems your brain is drained out completely," I mocked at him." It is only afternoon and there is no way those flowers are going to stay fresh till tonight."
Atul slammed his forehead gently sticking out his tongue as if he realized his mistake as I kept watching him amused. Suddenly he looked up at me and flashed a venomous smile sending a chill through my spine as I knew what that smile meant. 'Oh no, not today' I prayed and started moving back without much success as he jumped from the bed, running across the room to block the door by standing in front of me.
"Mom, will Dad fuck you today?" He asked biting his lower lips. "That must be wonderful."
"May be," I tried to evade him.
"Great," He started staring at me from head to foot with the familiar lust in his eyes. "You look gorgeous in this kanchivaram silk and loose hair. I don't want the flowers to frown without any purpose."
Winking at me, he pushed me hard enough to make me off balance and to fall on the bed. He latched the door from inside and started moving towards me menacingly. It took me a few seconds to notice that the top end of my silk saree had slipped off my shoulders in the impact of my fall and Atul was staring at my blouse clad breasts.
"Atul, please stop," I started pleading while covering my breasts hurriedly. "Not now, not today."
He kept moving towards the bed unmindful of my pleading as I started regretting for having allowed him to taste me. He began unbuttoning his shirt and winked at me again.
"Atul today is our anniversary. I can't let you do that," I screamed as he unzipped his pant and stood with just his brief on. I could see that his bulge looked more than normal.
Atul laughed like a typical movie villain. "I want to fuck my mother on my father's bed. How nice it would be if I could do that on their anniversary?"
"Impossible," I shouted and got down from the bed and started to walk towards the door. Atul, the strong boy that he is, easily held me by my waist with his strong hands and kissed on my cheeks.
"How do I let you go, Baby?" He smirked as his left hand reached to my hair and started to pull my face towards his mouth. I somehow wanted to stop him not because I didn't like to have sex with him but I wanted to stay energetic enough to entertain my nice husband on our anniversary.
Atul started pulling my saree and as I held on to it, I was inadvertently revealing my cleavage to him. He 'wow'ed once and kept looking into the split between my breasts through the top of my blouse. He started rolling the length of the saree around his forearm and as he used all his strength to pull it towards him, I swirled a few rounds letting the entire length of my saree going free and stood with just the petticoat and blouse on. Atul pushed me on the bed again and pulled down the horizontal blinds in the window. He then leaped on to the bed and took me inside his firm arms as always. He made me lay sideways and pressed his waist hard against my butts making me feel how hard his bulge had become. His eager hands reached to their favorite destination, my breasts and I tried to get up while he was attempting to squeeze my breasts.
"Stop. Will you let me go if I suck your cock?" I asked him willing for a compromise.
"Never," Atul grinned as his hands finally got to my breasts firm enough to give them a hard squeeze. "I need nothing less than a fucking from you."
"Just spare me today," I kept pleading. "You have fucked me a dozen times and I assure you can do all your life. Please let me remain clean for your Dad today."
Atul never looked like heeding to my request as his left hand started pressing my left breast hard while his right hand stroked my stomach with the lust typical of him. His lips were moistening my back, my shoulders and the back of my neck making me shiver gently. His right hand soon reached down and started lifting my petticoat upwards until it was above my waist. His hard bulge was now pressing against my naked ass cheeks as his right hand came to the front to make its entry under my panties to feel my public hair. I was determined to stop him anyway.
"Oh Atul," I whimpered. "Please think of your poor Dad. He has always been nice to you and you can leave me today at least for that sake."
Atul's turned my face towards him as he hushed. "I don't care. I am going to fuck you now. You can fuck him in the night and tell me how it felt having two dicks on the same day tomorrow."
