After the "breakfast" festivities in the dining room, there was a distinct lull in the action. There perhaps was an unwritten rule that a break was to be taken after the first two rounds of activities. In any case, father, dadaji, tauji and Debadutta bhaiyya all retired to the living room. They put back their bathrobes on. I could see that all their shaved phalluses were still erect. There was something to be said about their stamina and self discipline.
The women of the family however gravitated to my shackled form. Sulochana taiji took charge. Bar dadiji, she was the eldest and there was an unspoken understanding that her words were to be respected. She put her hands over my chest and belly and played with the hairs there. Then she gently tugged on my nipples, her eyes shining with affection. She drew closer to me and kissed me full on the lips.
My surprise meant that I was unable to respond adequately. She thrust in her tongue between my lips and explored my mouth. With her hands she undid the knot of the towel and I felt a draught around my privates as the towel fell around my ankles.
She was smiling as she released me. "First kiss?" she asked.
I nodded. She looked down at my package. "Well, well. His cock is cut unlike the rest of the men. Smita, your son seems excited."
My mother who was standing behind Sulochana taiji agreed with a smile. Precum was dripping from the tip.
Sulochana taiji had been very kind about my lack of endowment. Now she held my penis with her hands. I remembered her soft and gentle touch, back when I was young and in her care. She ran her fingers through my pubic hair. With a firm finger, she traced a line from the underside of my shaft, down along the scrotum to the sensitive area between my balls and asshole and came to a rest at my hole. She placed her finger on the hole, not inside, gently rubbing it. I shivered with anticipation and a strangled moan escaped my throat. Through half closed eyes, I saw the rest of the women watching on aptly. Anjali had a hand in her crotch, pressing over it as she watched her mother sucking on my penis with a kind of elegance and assurance that was rare to find in pornos. My mother had her eyes riveted on the scene, specifically at the very act itself, incredibly taboo as it was.
With the air conditioning absent, I could feel myself sweating. A rivulet ran down my back, coursing through my ass crack. Mother was avoiding my eyes, of that I was sure. She was smiling and laughing along with the rest of the ladies, sure but she was avoiding giving me any direct looks.
"What do you say?" asked Sulochana taiji looking at mother. "Can I have him?" she asked, cupping my balls in the palm of her hand and flicking the head of my penis with her tongue.
"He is all yours," she replied, giving her blessing for the taboo act.
Sulochana taiji wrapped her lips around the head of my penis and slowly advanced, enveloping the shaft millimetre by millimetre until she reached the base, taking in some stray hairs as well. Her mouth felt warm, sweet and incredibly nurturing. She explored me with an enthusiastic tongue, taking in everything. She moved her entire head up and down, taking the shaft first up and then all the way down and then repeat. It sent spasms of pleasure coursing through me. I knew I was close, being a virgin and all, and she seemed to sense it. She released my spit covered cock and took a breather for a while and turned her attention to my testicles. She cupped them in her palms and played with each of the balls, not minding the unshaven hair at all.
