Another mother-son incest story told from a mother's point of view.
Graphic descriptions of sex between a mother and son and panty fetish are included. Please be warned. Please do not read further if you find this kind of relationship offensive.
The story development is slow, so I request you to be patient. Please be aware that this is completely fictional and imaginary, and would not happen in real life. I have taken a lot of liberties in creating situations and scenarios. Some of them may sound hollow and unrealistic. But again, this is just a fantasy
Comments of any sort are welcome.
Legend:
Amma
= Mother
Appa
= Father
Akka
= Elder sister. Sometimes used as a mark of respect for an older woman.
Anni
= Older brother's wife.
Saree
= The principal garment of a Hindu woman, consisting of a long piece of silk or cotton cloth, wrapped round the middle of the body, with one end falling nearly to the feet, and the other thrown over the shoulder.
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Meena's husband, Shankar, boasted that men in his side served in the army or in the police force as far back as the Sepoy Mutiny of 1857. He himself was in the army, and his father and his grand-father and his great-grandfather had each been in the armed forces in one capacity or another. But Meena was not impressed.
Meena was married off to Shankar when she turned eighteen while he was home on a two-months long leave from service. He left her pregnant and came to visit her exactly three times, the last time to attend the birth of their son. Six months later, she was pregnant once more. And at twenty-one, she found herself to be a mother of two boys, Ramesh and Mahesh, having to raise them herself. She had help from her extended family, of course, just as all other women in her family did. Shankar did visit her, once every three or four months, but to her he seemed all too eager to pack his gear and head off to one of the many border skirmishes the country was involved in at that time.
During one of his stints at the eastern border - Meena could not keep track of where he was - he was caught in an ambush and was injured. But fortunately it was not serious. The injury and the subsequent treatment, which included two operations, left him with a slight limp, which meant that his career in the field was over. He reluctantly returned to his town, and worked at a desk job in the recruitment center a few miles from his home. Meena was happy. But within a couple of months she shocked everyone, none more than herself, when she got pregnant once again. So at the age of thirty, nine years after the birth of her second son she gave birth to yet another son. They called their third child Rajesh, or Raja for short.
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Her mother's instinct told Meena that Raja was special. He grew up to be a very quiet, very shy, introverted boy who was awkward around people in general and was socially inept. But what endeared him to Meena above all else was that he was brilliant in his studies, a trait that was not seen in their families for generations. To Meena, Raja was her ticket out of this town. If only she could nurture him, encourage him and make him understand what it meant to go to college, get a degree - two degrees even - and see what the world had to offer. And share all this with her. What would she not do to allow him to not fall under her husband's influence and not take the career path of a military man.
She had already given up on her older two sons. They had taken after their father and their enrollment in the army school was a given. But Meena had other plans for Raja. She bought him books, had him coached and tutored, and by the time he got into high school, all his teachers and friends and neighbors had already assumed he would be going off to college in the city.
But something changed in Raja as he reached his late teens. His two much older brothers had joined two different branches of the armed forces and were married off by then. Raja had been impressed by the tall tales they told of their exploits. He listened wide-eyed and open-mouthed as they regaled him and their friends with stories of bravery and valor, of seeing new places and people.
He was at an impressionable age. He had started bodybuilding, lifting weights, exercising regularly and by now had become physically strong and attractive, a good head and a half taller than all the other males in the house. But he still retained his shyness, his nervousness around people, had very few like minded friends and continued to be sort of introverted and socially awkward.
But Meena noticed other changes too in Raja. She saw him ogling women and girls among other things. But he was not doing this overtly, but only surreptitiously, but Meena knew what he was up to. He could only look, but nothing more. She knew he pleasured himself like normal boys. After all, she was the one who washed his clothes and arranged his room. Try as he may, he could not hide his girlie magazines from his inquisitive mother.
Meena felt Raja gradually gravitating away from her influence. He was also getting closer to his father, spending more time with him and going to meetings and listening to lectures on nationalism and heroism and social service and the like. Meena was afraid that her youngest son would also go the way of her other sons.
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Every year, the application day for the Armed Forces Training college was a festive affair in town. The new recruits, after submitting their applications, would go to a two day camp at the lake shore a short bus ride away from town to spend the time with seniors, old students and instructors and get to know each other.
