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A Million thanks to ColetteJulie, my voluntary editor without whose help, my first English story in Literotica would not have been possible.
This being my first English story does not indemnify me from constructive criticism. Look forward to the reader's inputs to improve my future attempts. Thank You!
All the characters in the story are 18 years or above.
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On the periphery of the village of Olur, stood a sculpture made from clay, sand and lime. Children of the village were afraid to play anywhere near the statue because it looked scary to say the least. It was a replica of Angannan, a deity who according to folklore, had become a martyr fighting dacoits a few hundred years ago. The thankful villagers remembered his sacrifice with an annual feast filled with decorations and formal events, providing an occasion for the women and children to visit the shrine and offer their prayers. Many male children in the village had one of Angannan's names and most of the adult men felt pride in growing a moustache similar to that of their favorite deity.
As the years passed by, the descendants of Angannan migrated to bigger towns and cities, only one descendant of Angannan remained in Olur. Annamma or Annam as she was fondly known represented the solitary family carrying the legacy of Angannan. Not surprisingly, the villagers remained faithful to Annam and called her house 'The big house' which meant that rest of the village had to obey anything that Annam may impose. Fortunately, Annam remained a very considerate woman who understood the plight of the villagers, mostly farmers who needed the intervention of 'The big house' more often than not. After all, she understood pain and poverty.
Annam was married to Sengodan, a direct descendant of Angannan, at the tender age of sixteen. Sengodan's first wife Ponni had died four years ago, after bearing him a female child. Annam's father, a petty farmer was left with no option than to gift his daughter to his landlord, as he had huge debt burden. Annam gave birth to a male child the very next year. She raised her son and step-daughter alike, giving them equal affection and attention. Her married life came to an abrupt halt when Sengodan was found dead on the banks of the nearby river a few years later. Rumors were rife that Sengodan had forced a woman into sex, because of which the woman committed suicide. Many villagers believed that the woman's ghost avenged her rape by killing Sengodan on a new moon day, a day on which he allegedly had committed the crime.
As per village tradition, Annam installed a resting stone in Angannan's shrine, dug a well and planted several trees to provide shelter and drinking water for the travellers and pilgrims. While she hoped to get divine pardon for her husband's sins, Annam was determined not to let her son and step-daughter become prey to the curse of any villager. Annam found a match for her step-daughter Pushpa immediately after the latter had finished her schooling. The whole village wore a festive look during Pushpa's marriage which went on for three days.
Balu, much to Annam's dismay, had inherited some of the vices of his notorious father. During his schooling, he came across illegal pornography and local liquor. Annam had to remind her son frequently about his father's fate, thereby hopefully discouraging him to try any sexual adventures in the village. But, she knew that Balu would find it extremely difficult to control his urges, because his father always had an insatiable hunger for sex. To be fair to Balu, Annam realized that she too missed the pleasures of sex after the death of her husband and often she resorted to masturbation to relieve herself of her sexual tension. Annam's predicament of not having a sexual partner gradually developed into sympathy for her youthful son. Which eventually led to both of them becoming victims of their own desires.
That was twenty years ago. Annam was thirty-five years old and Balu, was eighteen.
1. ANNAM FALLS FROM GRACE
Annam had remained a faithful widow all those years until she discovered that Balu had become a cocky youngster. She was shocked to find the sort of literature he was secretly reading and was dumbfounded when she caught him staring lustfully at the women who worked in the family rice paddy fields. She easily guessed the reason for her son spending so much time in the bath room as well as the cause of those stains found in his underwear. But Annam was shell shocked to realize that her son was stealthily ogling her as well. At eighteen, Balu looked like the younger version of her late husband and like his father seemed to be horny all the time.
Annam was fragile, a fact she always remembered. After several years of married life during which sex become an integral part of her daily chores, her husband's death had created a void in her life. The horny woman in Annam threatened to overpower the responsible mother that she was. Her son's antics did not cause any undue disgust but slowly began inducing her carnal desires. Balu was clever enough to gauge his mother's moods and was looking for the right time to quench his forbidden thirst. He didn't have to wait very long.
Balu rushed into his mother's room while she was masturbating. He stood, stared for a while then quickly retreated. Annam feared that he wouldn't leave it to the next day. As the night approached, her heart began beating very fast, sensing that Balu might sneak in anytime. He did.
He crawled into Annam's bed and nuzzled up to her. His hand rested on her chest and started fondling her tit. Annam, wasn't wearing any blouse beneath her saree. Balu could feel the flesh of his mother's enormous breast through the thin fiber of the white saree she had on.
"Balu," Annam shuddered. "Take off your hands. I am your mother."
Balu didn't oblige. He didn't reply. He lifted his mother's left hand and placed it on his pants. Annam's body shook as her palm felt the bulge in her son's pants. She couldn't remove her hand from her son's clutch as it was ruthlessly firm. Annam could feel her son's breath hot on her cheeks. She felt his grip on her tit tightening and more significantly, she could feel her nipples getting erect and rubbing against her son's palm. She let out a helpless moan.
