A sequel to 'The pristine love in the woods'
I landed up at the Delhi airport in the evening of a cool and salubrious February, when the ancient city was shrouded in a thick mantle of persistent mist. I had secretly dwelled on the hope the Neha could come and collect me, my goddess and mommy, whom I had guided to the tribal hamlets of Attappady fourteen months ago. In the meantime, I had become Dr. Maria Sebastian, and mommy was one of the referees of the thesis. I was on the way to join mommy to pursue my post-doctoral research at one of the premier institutions of higher learning in India. I had heard a great deal about the unconventional and post-modern campus at JNU, a politically belligerent and vibrant campus, which is a headache to the ruling parties. It would be a great honour to see my goddess once again in flesh and blood. I usually see many enchanting profiles of hers on WhatsApp. On my right arm, I have a tattoo of hers, which would remind me of her existence on this beautiful earth.
'Sorry, dear Priya, I have sent my daughter Priyanka to collect you, I am a bit tied up at the university,' she sent a message. Indeed, I could wait a few minutes more if I could wait for more than a year.
I surveyed the people waiting outside the railing to receive the outcoming passengers. They were mostly taxi drivers, raising a placard, and flashing strange names. There were dotting parents waiting to receive their children. Then far behind, away from the crowd, I saw her. Priya was not raising a placard, the funny girl was raising a shirt, the white shirt etched indelibly deep in the core of my mind, the shirt that my goddess had put on, on the way to the hills. The shirt front still seemed to have the lovely swell by a residual memory of the luscious darlings the fabric had been hugging so very ebulliently.
I smiled, despite myself. The flash of my smile seemed to make a difference, she spotted me and waved. I waved back. I slithered out through the crowds and got to her before the phantom melted away. I grabbed the shirt and kissed it fondly, once more to savor the heady penetrating musk of lavender, the musk I have learned to love so dearly and so nearly. When I grabbed her proffered hand and shook it with a natural warmth, her hand was soft and warm, like a sweet bird of silken plumes.
Priyanka is eighteen and waiting to take the engineering entrance exam. She collected my bag and walked in front, leading me. She seemed to be a brisk and energetic youth, rippling with energy. She had put on a t-shirt and faded jeans, which hugged her long legs like a second skin. It highlighted her long legs and the broad and magnificent mid-section. The t-shirt greedily hugged her narrow waist and broadened up to a beautifully shaped bosom, which reminded me of my goddess mommy. Her long coffee-coloured hair was bundled up into a lazy ponytail. It direly needed some shampoo, I thought.
'Mommy had told me that you would arrange a taxi for me,' I was surprised when we stopped at a private i10 car.
She laughed, just like the ringing temple bells at a serene forest shrine, again I remembered mommy. She was an exact younger edition of her delicious mother.
'I do certain things on my own,' she declared. Her words rolled out like polished gems, smooth glossy, and aerodynamic.
She smoothly careened the car into the chaotic Delhi traffic which was bursting at the seams. It was a Friday evening, a time when traffic would be at its snarling worst. Her fingers danced on the gear lever, her long, slender, and dainty fingers, a true copy of her illustrious mother's. I tried to reign in my illicit thoughts. My salvation is my mommy, my destination is my mommy, and not her daughter, period.
Still, my attention gravitated to her fingers, her nails were not polished, and she had no makeup, except for a pair of small earrings. Inadvertently my eyes wandered up and were hooked by the dizzying pair of breasts. I blinked with a pang as if high-frequency radiation had hit me. The breasts were looking straight ahead and were not restrained by the confines of a bra. Probably they do not need one, probably she does not care. She seemed to exude a give-a-damn attitude.
The university town is just a few kilometers away from the airport, insulated from the hustle and bustle of the capital region, and close to verdant wild sanctuaries, and posh residential areas like Hauz Khaz. The world-famous Kutab Minar, a cylindrical tower seven centuries old, penetrating deep into the heavens, was visible at a distance, a standing reminder of the legendary Delhi Sultanate.
I dropped myself on a sofa and the violence of that act made my breasts wobble inside my bra, once again reminding me how perniciously erect my nipples were.
'Mom will be home shortly,' Priya chimed, and she brought two glasses of Lazzy, I loved it, the cool delicious, and nutritious Punjabi drink.
I had an urge to wipe away the thin mustache of the sugared curd on her upper lip. I controlled my wild urges.
'You have a cute mustache now,' Priya laughed as if reading my mind.
She offered newspapers and magazines to me, to help me kill my time. It was a classy upper-middle-class villa, having two floors.
'I will be back shortly, let me go to my room,' Priya said.
'Can I give the company,' I got up.
She was confused, she debated for a minute or two before replying.
'Well, y..yes, I guess so,' she invited me.
We went up the flight of steps. Her delicious hips danced before me, I tweaked my mind and tried to divert my attention.
Before opening her room, Priya turned to me.
'This is a prohibited area, I have banished my parents from my room, nobody enters this room but me. It is in a disarray and probably terrifying,' she said.
'Don't worry, I have seen still worse cases at the university hostel,' I laughed.
Indeed, it was a chaotic scene, with books and clothes scattered all around. The floor was littered with rags and papers. The walls had life-size posters of Bollywood film star, Smita in scant dress, flashing her breasts, enchanting faces, hair, and long legs. At the foot end of her girly bed stood a life-size picture of my mommy. It was a breathtaking scene. She was in her tight jeans and tucked-in white shirt. Her rich silken hair flowed down to her shoulders like a divine halo. The shirt cleverly divulged the glory in her bra. The bra seemed to steal the thunder from the shirt. Suddenly my breasts were tingling and I experienced a drop easing out into my gusset.
I made a sound before I realized it.
'Do you like it?' she asked.
'Magnificent,' I lisped.
'Nothing seen and happening in this doom of mine should be shared with the outside world,' she ordered.
'Amen,' I said.
I returned to the parlor and Priya followed after a few minutes.
Priya's father was out of the country for a few weeks in connection with an international conference. He would be back from Singapore only next month.
I heard mommy's car whirring in. Priya got up and tactfully vanished to her room.
Neha stepped out of the car in her pale green shirt and jeans. A streak of excitement shot past me.
'Such a long time, mommy,' I opened my arms. She warmly collected me into her ample bosom. I was safe, I was in heaven. I inhaled the familiar fragrance from her buttery cleavage.
'Come let me show you the room earmarked for you,' she took my hand. I was ushered to the room opposite Priya's, on the first floor. The room looked neat and clean, with freshly scented bed sheets. The window opening to the tower had a beautiful flowing lace-filled curtain.
'Do you like it?' she asked, closing the door from behind.
We flowed into each other's arms.
'Long time,' she sighed and buried her face into my hair, opening the clips. She, then, kissed my eyes and nose, very delicately. At a pernicious last, our lips melted into one. I was hungry to taste again the treasures inside her mouth. Our tongues were locked in a duel to invade. At last, I surrendered and her tongue snaked into my waiting mouth.
'This mouth of yours tastes sweet,' she hissed.
''It is the lazzy I had, madam,' I smiled.
she did not listen, her tongue was busy ravishing the nooks of my mouth.
My one hand ravenously wandered on her breasts and moist armpits. She groaned. The other hand of mine made love to her backside, teasing the bra straps, and massaging the butts.
'At this rate, I may eat you raw. Cool down, do come to my bedroom, after ten, by that time Priya will be fast asleep. We must play it safe,' mommy moderated my passion. Unable to restrain myself, I deep kissed her sweaty armpits, the furious nipples over the bra cups, and her crotch, over the jeans. Her aroma wafted out across the thick layers of denim.
'Priya, you are killing me,' she groaned, I had become Priya, Maria was another existence.
For dinner, we assembled. My goddess had bathed and put on a murderously hypnotizing gown, shining black and wafer thin. One could easily discern and drool on the bra cups and panties. Her hair was fresh and wet, and the soft aroma of shampoo and lotions caught my attention. I and Priya sat across from mommy. I had changed into a gown, a new set of bra and panties after taking bath. Priya had not changed, she was still in her jeans and t-shirt. Priya spoke pretty nothing, she tossed food on the plate with her spoon. A thin mist of electric sexual excitement lingered between me and mommy. More than eating food we both were feasting on each other's anatomy. Our nipples were rock hard and trying to burn their way out. My mammary glands squirmed and tingled. I was deliciously wet.
After food, Priya retreated back to her den, I helped Neha with washing the plates, we were so close and oft took time to kiss, and fondle the back sides.
My panties were drenched, and moisture felt it sway down my thighs.
'I am so wet mommy, let me go back and cool down,' I said.
'Do not hurry anything, wait for me,' she warned.
We loved to prolong the agony and the self-denial. In fact, mommy had been saving for me for the last two weeks, and so was i. I had effectively warded off the advances of my well-stacked girlfriends. Mommy had not been going to the elite club for many weeks to keep herself primed and ready for me.
I waited in my room in trembling hope. I applied perfume once again to my cleavage, armpits, and on my thighs. I surveyed myself in the mirror to assess the impact. My breasts seemed to be on the verge of an explosion. They were never so big and tight. My lips were red and ready to be loved. My jet black hair contrasted my butter light face, and my eyes danced with life energy. I experienced sweat gathering in my armpits. I was throbbing with anticipation.
Exactly at ten, my mobile phone made the awaited beep sound.
'Come dear child Priyanka, I wait for you,' she sent a message. I wished I could devour the space separating us. Like a cat on the sly, I opened the door and stole my way down.
The chill of a typical winter night crept up my naked sole. I floated down like a wraith of pure carnal passion. She was my fulfillment, I longed to thaw and vanish forever into that eternal vernal bloom, my mouth went dry visualizing the furry paradise with a luring metallic sheen, seated between those exquisitely sculptured heaven-high legs. I was floating like a merry tuft, in an inexorable and invincible draught of desire for feminine beauty. I felt sorry for the billions of deprived females, who almost never get a chance to throw away the blinkers and rediscover themselves, to seek and find the unfathomed ecstasies hidden in the bra and scented panties.
Very gently, with a throbbing heart, I pushed her door, and gentle light peeped out. In a flash, she pulled me in. I was in safe hands, nothing in the world mattered anymore. We embraced passionately. My fervent breasts whispered and complained to her breasts, how they had pined for and missed those marvels. I shuddered with warm contentment. Indeed, the room was warm. Everything was pale rose in the room, and the fresh fragrance of rose wafted in the air. The bedsheets were fresh crispy and pale rose. So were the curtains and the wall. The gentle light accentuated the enticing colour.
