Raja and Meena versus the Rebels
Another mother-son story. A lot of incestuous sex. Some attempted forced sex. Readers who may be offended by this should look elsewhere. The storyline may perhaps be a bit repetitive. But there's only so much imagination in the author's head. Hope the readers like this. Comments are welcome.
Legend:
Amma
: Mother
Appa
: Father
Setting:
Somewhere in the mountainous hinterland of South India. The mountains are filled with rebels who are resisting the government's effort to modernize the area and to exploit the region's natural resources.
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The rebels were in need of able bodied men in their fight against the government in this remote part of the hinterland in the dry, barren hills of South India. It was easy to round up the men and boys in villages as the houses were all close by. But in the surrounding hills and mountains, the huts and homes of the people were far flung and it made it difficult to search. And most of the hill people were government sympathizers, and so were not helping the rebels anyway, and did not give up their menfolk easily. People were very afraid of the rebels. Most of the men they took away never returned, having been either arrested by the government or killed in some meaningless encounters with the police.
Meena had heard the news about the rebel's roundup during her weekly trip to the makeshift marketplace at the foothills. She was very scared. She had lost an older son and a son-in-law to this senseless war. Her stupid husband was supporting the rebels, and made occasional short trips back home to give her essentials and some money.
Fortunately, the family had planned well ahead and her younger son, Raja, who now was almost twenty-three years old, had somehow escaped this god forsaken place a few years ago and had gone to the nearest city to work and then made his way further south where the people were friendly and the government was kind and public minded and the war was so far behind him that it was a distant memory. But Raja used to come about once a year to visit her, making sure he was hidden from the rebels, and particularly his father.
Just two days earlier, Raja had returned home, sneaking through the jungles and mountains at night to avoid being seen by the ever present rebel army patrols. Needless to say, Meena was overjoyed. But she was scared and terrified that someone might have seen him coming or even see him at her house. Fortunately the ramshackle houses that were in the area were far flung and hidden by heavily wooded jungle and hills, so much so that even the neighbors would not be able to see him.
But the timing this time was very bad. The rebels were making their roundup once more and they were combing the hills and were coming closer by the day. It would be difficult to hide Raja from them.
They say that boys stop growing at a certain age. But Meena kept seeing changes in Raja each year he came visiting. He looked to be growing taller, smarter, more muscular and overall more attractive and handsome with each passing year. Now, he was nearing twenty-five, and just the other day, she happened to look out from her kitchen and her eyes fell on him bathing. Men didn't care where they bathed, and he was in the area of the courtyard where the sun beat down. His body glistened. The rays of the sun reflected off the soap bubbles and water droplets and his whole upper body seemed to be golden and smooth and oily, like a bodybuilder. Meena couldn't take her eyes off him and stared at him for a long, long time. There was no one to stop or judge her. She watched as Raja finished his shower and toweled himself dry. But he turned his back when it was time for him to remove his wet underwear and dry his torso. He covered himself with his towel, but not before Meena had a nice, long look at his well formed buttocks, and the outline of his sack between his thighs. She blushed but continued to watch as he took the hot oil she had kept for him and spread it on his body, head to toe. He was as hairless as a baby. The muscles on his forearms, thighs and legs rippled like a tight steel wire as he moved this way and that. God! He was an adonis!, Meena thought.
Raja had recounted his journey to her as they sat in the darkness in the middle of the night. It had taken him ten days to make the trip. Always traveling at night, keeping a low profile. And yes, he was married to a nice girl and recently had a baby boy. They talked through the night and she listened to him wide-eyed as he told stories of the far away mega city that he now lived in.
The wild hare in the hills were a particular favorite of Raja's. He told his mother that he would go hunt for them very early in the morning.
Meena said,"Be careful, Raja. Someone might see you!"
Raja said, "Don't worry,
amma
. I will be careful not to be seen. I know the way, I have done it a thousand times before, you know that. I will go early and come back soon. I know the hunting grounds are far, but I will be careful. I will also be using my bow and arrow, so I will not make any noise."
Early in the morning, when it was still very dark outside, Raja went out on his hunt. He was lucky. He got not one, but two after a while. He could almost taste the succulent liver and heart of the rabbits, soft and tasty, cooked by his
amma
.
When he returned home it was getting a bit brighter. As he neared the backyard of his house, he suddenly froze. Someone was already there! He heard voices of a man and a woman, and he recognized his father's and mother's voices.
Raja knew of a hiding place not known to anyone else but him. He shimmied up a large tree and he quickly went to a portion high up where a number of branches intersected. He had set up a resting place there with blankets and cushions, and he lay there trying to calm himself as he peered into the courtyard at the back of his house.
His
amma
was the first to come out. She went to the plants that bordered their courtyard and started picking some herbs and vegetables. His father followed her close behind and continued talking and chatting with her. He obviously wanted something from her, and Raja could see from her actions that she was refusing to give him what he wanted. Raja wasn't sure what it was.
Suddenly, his
appa
grabbed his
amma
from behind. He put his arms around her waist and held her immobile. He then started thrusting his torso into her. He was simulating the act of sex. Raja understood! His father wanted to fuck, and his
amma
was refusing to give in.
Then just as suddenly, his
appa
grabbed his
amma
, and turned her around, and in a flash pushed her to her knees. He hurriedly untied the lungi he was wearing and pushed his inner shorts down, all the while holding his wife down with one hand.
Then Raja saw his father's cock come into view. It was erect and jutting out at an angle. His
appa
thrust his torso forward, his cock banging into
amma
's face. He saw his
amma
protesting and refusing, moving her head this way and that. But his
appa
was not to be denied. Finally his
amma
gave in.
Raja gaped as his
amma
opened her mouth, and his
appa
thrust his thick dick into it. His
appa
grabbed his
amma
's head with both hands and fucked her mouth like it was a rag doll.
Amma
held onto his thighs for support. His
appa
's head was down, looking at his wife as she sucked his cock. Raja too looked down at his
amma
's face. Her mouth was a big 'O' as she let the thick manhood in and out of it. She took one hand and placed it on the thick dick and fisted and rotated her hand on the shaft as she sucked at the head of her man's cock. Raja could clearly see her tongue as she lapped at the sides and under his
appa
's cock. It seemed to him that she had done this a thousand times before. After about a minute, his
appa
pulled his cock out of
amma
's mouth, grabbed it and lifted it out of the way and offered his balls to her. He saw his mother open her mouth once more and take his father's balls in. One at a time. She sucked and sucked each one until his
appa
was satisfied.
He saw his
