"Come, Thakur, come ..." she held out her arms, "Come and fuck me out of my senses tonight."
The Thakur needed no further invitation. Rudra watched with increasing fascination and an increasing erection as his mother started stripping in front of her aged paramour. First to go was the blouse and the bra. Then Ritu with just a saree wrapped around her, pulled the Thakur to the sofa and after pushing him down, proceeded to melt herself into his arms. The Thakur gave a grunt of pleasure as he felt her hands on his prick as he himself started fondling Ritu's breasts and teasing her nipples.
Behind the curtains, Rudra's erection was getting bigger and harder but his fingers were on something even harder, in his pocket.
Suddenly the Thakur pushed his hand right inside Ritu's saree and started feeling up her thighs and beyond. Ritu squirmed as she felt her fingers on her crotch, tugging at her panties. She lifted her buttocks to help the Thakur pull out those white cotton panties ...
"Aha, the Rani is already wet." Thakur sniffed at her panties and examined them closely.
"What else do you expect from a woman who is sitting on the lap of an absolute stud." Then in a quick fluid movement, she switched on the tablet lying on the table. Almost immediately, the mellifluous tones of Pandit Chaurasia's flute washed across the room with the tunes of the late evening
Raag Hamsadhwani
.
"Now I want your raw meat, Thakur ji." With a quick pull, Ritu had the Thakur's billowing patiala trousers around his ankles leaving him in -- of all things -- a red polka dotted brief that had tented out precariously with his erection.
"You want me to give you a massage?" The Thakur nodded in consent and Rudra watched as his mother quickly removed what was left of his clothes and laid him out on the carpet on the floor. Then she stripped of her own clothes and after rummaging through her toiletries she pulled out a bottle of Nivea body lotion that she poured liberally on his body but mostly on his crotch!
Ritu's hands were sliding all over the Thakur's body and he gave a grunt of pleasure as he felt her stroking his already erect and swollen penis. The smooth slide of her hands as they first cuddled, then squeezed his balls then travelled all the way up to the glans and stretched his uncut foreskin sent a shiver up his spine.
"What are you doing with this big keys?" Ritu asked innocently as she fingered the gold chain around his neck. "Let me remove it." She took a gamble.
"No, no, no .." the Thakur refused the bait. "Just let it be."
"Sure." but of course that could never be.
For the next couple of minutes Ritu massaged the Thakur and then all of a sudden, the Thakur wanted to massage Ritu in return and so the two of them, both stark naked slithered around in each other's arms as a whole new bottle of Nivea body lotion was emptied to the accompaniment of much laughter and merriment.
"Thakur-ji, I have been serving your Chota Bhai - the little brother, the penis -- for quite some time and he has grown up nice and big. Should we not a find a home for him?" Ritu was hinting for some action. "He needs to give me some pleasure as well." She got up and pulled up her paramour from the floor. She needed him on the bed and embedded in her for the next part of her plans and it wouldn't do to allow him to pass out on the floor.
"Come, come to the bed." She gently pulled the naked hunk to the bed and after laying him down on his back, started licking his balls and sucking his cunt.
"AAah ... ", the Thakur moaned with pleasure as he felt his cock rising again. Ritu was slurping and sucking harder and faster and was relieved to find that the Thakur's prick was big and hard again. Time now for some decisive action.
"Come, come Thakur ji. It's time for the bull to mount the cow."
Rudra watched as his mother lay down at the end of the bed while the Thakur went back on his knees on the floor and started to lick her on the crack of her pubis. Ritu had trimmed her pubic hair so that it formed a neat little triangle, the sign of the Devi, with the slash through its middle and for the Thakur this was truly a candy for his libido. He started to lick and slurp at the lips of her labia and fingered the nub of her clitoris.
"Oooooooh ..." Ritu let out a scream of pleasure and pressed the Thakur's head in her crotch. She then slithered further up the bed until she was close to the headboard and her well gymmed biceps bulged as she pulled the massive bulk of the Thakur right up to her chest as well.
"Come on Thakur. Be a bull and put your stick into me." She screamed.
The Thakur was busy licking and sucking at her tits but his penis had grown bigger and harder and Ritu reached down and positioned it against her cunt. Then with a upward jerk she lifted her buttocks and rammed her crotch into his.
The Thakur grunted as he felt his penis slide into Ritu's cunt and her muscles started pressing in and squeezing his embedded member. Ritu bucked her hips again and as the Thakur got into his rhythm and he started thudding into her with greater gusto.
Ritu was delighted. Not just with the fire that had been kindled in her cunt but also because the Thakur was now well and truly excited. She slid her hands up and down his broad back and raked her nails along his spine, possibly drawing blood. The Thakur gave a howl of pain, or was it pleasure? And kept hammering at her with increasing strength. It was as if an
Asuric
-- a demonic -- strength had started to flow through his body and Ritu responded with equal if not a higher force. Trained in physical combat as a part of her Intelligence job, she knew enough to take down the biggest of men ... but of course here, she was just matching his violence with her own.
The Thakur was grunting, roaring and rubbing his face on her breasts, her tits while his penis was remorselessly pounding her crotch. Ritu squealed -- a very womanly squeal -- as she felt that the Thakur balls were throbbing and about to burst out with his cum. But slowly and without the Thakur being fully aware of it, Ritu hands had clasped the Thakur neck, her lips on his lips and in her hands was the gold chain and its keys.
Then it happened all at once ...
At the precise hour of the Sandhi Puja, in each and every puja
pandel
in the neighbourhood, there was -- as is always the case -- a simultaneous explosion of noise. The Devi had just slayed the Demon. Women blew conch shells and the drummers after waiting quietly all this while, suddenly burst out with their their fastest rhythms. Thakur gave a scream as his balls started trying to pump his semen into Ritu's waiting cunt .. and
Ritu grabbed the gold chain and its keys and her muscles bulged as gave a massive yank. The chain broke and keys flew across the bed and fell on the floor just a few feet away from where her son was hiding behind the curtains.
"My chain, my keys ..." The Thakur murmured as he felt it break but Ritu would have none of it.
"Your chain will wait but I cannot, Oh Thakur-saab ..." she screamed, "Fuck me, fuck me now ... now now and now." With her hands she pressed his head against her chest in an iron grip and her legs were crossed behind his thighs, pressing his crotch into hers. In a sense, the Thakur was in a vice like grip, locked with Ritu from crotch to neck, his hips thrusting with greater and greater power into her crotch. Ritu felt a rather weak squirt of fluid seeping through her vagina but she gave a howl of pleasure as if her innards were being flooded with a tsunami of the Thakur's cum.
"Ah Ah Thakur-saab. You are flooding me with your cream. Don't stop. Don't stop."
Ritu saw that Rudra had not wasted this opportunity. Slowly, he parted the curtains and came out from behind them. Then in one fluid motion he picked up the two keys that were lying on the floor, raised them in his hands for his mother to see.
Ritu with the naked body of the Thakur heaving and thrusting against her own, smiled at him and gave a wink. Rudra made a quick gesture, pointing to something on the floor and then quickly and quietly glided out of view. Ritu gave her son another minute to leave the room safely and then slowly relaxed her grip on the Thakur's body.
"Aaah ..." he gave a sigh of pleasure as Ritu expertly flipped him on his back and started sucking at this rapidly shrinking penis. "Come on Thakur ... " she encouraged him, "I need more of your Rajput cream." She pressed his penis on her face to leave what looked like cum marks on her cheeks, her eyebrows and her forehead.
But the Thakur was spent. His age and the scotch in his blood was catching up with him. He would have happily crashed on the bed but suddenly he remembered.
"My chain, my keys? Where are they?"
"Oh they should be here on the bed .. let me find them for you." Ritu got off the bed and on her knees on the floor.
"Ah here they are ... look, on the floor"
"Where?" The Thakur scrambled off the bed as well and of course they were there on the floor. The two Mingbang keys, identical to look at as the ones that Rudra had walked away with, that they had picked up from their contact in Dhanbad last night, were lying on the floor along with the chain that Ritu had broken in her frenzy.
"Good." The Thakur was relieved, "but the chain is broken ..."
"Don't worry Thakur saab. Here is my gold chain, let me put the keys into it and then you can wear it around your neck again." With that she quickly removed her own thin gold chain, picked up the keys from the floor, threaded them on the chain and put the chain around the Thakur's neck.
