Things had progressed to such an extend that the message was quite clear to me. She wanted me out of the home. Forty days since father died and all I got from foster mother was get out of the home. The irony was not lost to me. Father married my late mother's younger sister Q as her own husband went mad.
(I shall call her Q for privacy reasons for this a true story< she is still one the most astounding beautiful Kashmiri Pandit girl, easily mistaken for a European, I have ever seen and I have seen a lot of girls). I could see why. Her tenacious acid sharp tongue would crack even a stone wall to hundred bits. Men were nothing for her. Father wanted someone to take care of me.
She wanted a child badly. They married and had a child boy soon, Monty. She gave her child everything and made me work mercilessly around the home for food. Sometimes she was kind to me, she would insist father take her on his scooter to see all of my football matches. She would cheer me from the stands. When I was hurt she would attend personally attend to my injury.
One time I was injured in the groin, she looked around to see if anyone was looking. She quickly administered iodex on my groin to my utter surprise. We used to speak double language after all she was 31, I was 23 and my dad was 58. From the outside Q was anything but temperamental, well behaved, full of good advise and milk of humanity.
But we insider knew her to be cold, demanding and control freak. Hardworking dad was working in the plant. He must be thinking about the verbal fight or tongue lashing he got earlier in the day with Q. He did not notice the screws coming off the huge weight bearing pillar as it came down on him, crushing him beneath its 10 tonne weight.
Just after the funeral, she started pissing me off by "what will people say? a young college going boy staying alone with his young widow mother" I would remind her that there was also her 5 yr old son who lived in that house. Somehow she had this imprssion that she was very desirable and any man would fall for her.
I privately thought that she was ugly though physically she was quite attractively fit and energetic. For a thin women she had the biggest ass I have ever seen on any women. At other times she would tell me "Do not you feel ashamed living here with a recently widowed beautiful young women, think about people r talking about us?"
I asked her what her problem was, did I not pay enough attention to her? I made a mistake of taking it to lightly.. She told me that people would accuse me of trying to make her my personal whore. In return I would tell her that I would tell people that she would always be my queen and live always in my heart. She said that wouldn't matter because people would secretly still think we are having sex. So I would retort then lets have sex.
And at other times she would be quite blunt "Look we cannot live with this small income, I need to give out your room on rent? why do not you find yourself another place? Unless you still planning to pimp my body and making a living out of making me a whore" With her I did not when it was a joke and when it was not.
I was getting depressed I had never heard her use this kind of coarse language before. We had totally three rooms besides the one master bedroom, we could still give portion on rent and still have enough for three of us to live on. But she insisted I leave the house to her and go elsewhere.
Finally driven by her one day, I went to see my father's employer to see if they could get me job. This was going to one very lucky day for me. A day I simply can not forget for three reasons. The old boss was expecting me. He heard my sob story about lack of income and how we three were starving.
His boss had already made all arrangements for me as per company norms. Not only did I get a full time job as Assistant accountant in the head office in Delhi but also a educational grant to study M.Com or equivalent. I had to join the job in about 40 days in Delhi. I had never seen Delhi. I had seen many people from Delhi in our nearest city Jammu.
They all looked rich and so cosmopolitan I remember. I decided not to tell Q about my new found happiness, lest she ask me to send her money every month from Delhi. I reached home and found a man in black coat waiting for me. I put on a sad smile, hiding all my happiness. I also notice that few village elders were present.
They were all sitting in courtyard, somber and Q had served them tea and snacks. As per our conservative tradition she did not come out to greet them or talk them. They stood up for me and exchanged courtesies. They asked me call my foster mother and Monty to the gathering. I went inside and asked Q and Monty to join us.
Q had her face and head fully covered as a grieving widow would. But as I came in she pulled me to a corner and wanted to know what these men wanted. She was afraid, shaking like a jelly. I had never seen her frightened. She asked me to stay close to her and Monty. We came to the courtyard.
I sat down on the ground just outside the inner house door opposite the gathered men. Q sat inside the door behind me on left side, she was not visible to the men gathered. She was sitting so close behind me that her left breast gently kept ebbing against my left elbow. I sat there handsome, proud and strong, suddenly the man of the house,
Monty my little rascal on right side of me. To keep him sitting is a task by itself. The man in black coat took our attendance. after signing the register, I turned to gave the register to Q, she put her hand on my hand, she signed on it. She had beautiful handwriting. Being an ex school teacher that was not surprising actually.
On noticing this I smiled at her, she look venerable, she stuck out her tongue at me. The man in black coat was fathers' lawyer and he had come to read fathers will and the village elders were witness. It took him 15 minutes to read the will, after all my father didnot have much. He asked each one of us to sign the register that we understoood what was stated in the will.
I again turned towards her for her signature, she looked shocked, like her world had suddenly turned upside down. She looked at me directly at my eyes,like as if I was her new master. I smiled at her, pushed my elbow a little deeper into her breast. She sighed, pushed my elbow away and signed the register.
Father had left everything to me, the house, the agriculture land and his savings. She got his meager survivor pension. The lawyer was not done. It seems father had a life insurance with accidental death rider. That alone was worth RS 5 lacs. That was princely sum in those days. It blew the wind out of me and suddenly I felt Q had renewed pressing her left breast deeper into my left elbow.
It was her silent way of saying she was happy too. There was a mini celebration, others came, relatives came. Q was very happy for me. I caught her in a private corner of the house and quickly whispered to her that though everything on paper was mine but since I was hers so everything was technically hers too. I quickly squeezed her breast.
She lifted her dupatta and gave me a mock angry look. I took her hand and rubbed hard it against my cock for the first time. She hissed "Let go...Someone will see, motherfucker...Not now...later" I suddenly realized that for all the bravado, she was in a weak spot in this part of the country. This is a totally male driven world and she needed me more then ever before.
She dare not disobey me publicly. Now that the house and everything was mine, this left her more dependent on me then before. Clearly I was going to fuck her tonight and she knew she had no choice but to open her legs up and warmly greet my invading penis. This was payback time for me. I had to get my revenge for all the harsh words and all that aggravation she made me suffer.
By night everyone was gone. I cleaned up the courtyard. I took my time I wanted every one to sleep. Monty was fast asleep. I closed his door. I marched to the master bedroom. Q was sitting on the bed. It looked like she was expecting me to come. I locked the door behind me and dimmed the lantern lamp to low. I took off my shirt and pant.
She observed all this very quietly. I lay down on the master bed next to her. I was nervous, she was a wild cat, calmly I said to her " Massage my cock now" saying that I pulled down underwear. She jumped up in air and fell at opposite side of the bed, further away from me, also from where she could see my hard cock in a better light.
Shocked she hissed in a low whisper "Are the customers waiting outside, how much money are you charging them for my body?" I laughed and said "You are my and only my queen, no body dare even look at you or I will take out his eyes, I will always be nice to you if you will be too, from now on my full pleasure is your duty, come hold my cock"
She did not move, I tried to take her hand, she pushed my hand away. I said very bluntly "Look you have three options here. One, if you refuse and disobey me tell me why or you better pack up and leave this house. Your second option is that you can give me pleasure and live like my queen not my whore and keep enjoying this home."
I was enjoying her discomfort, I started playing with my penis "Thirdly, you can create hue and cry that I am trying to rape you, there will be loss of reputation for you and me. I will deny it, finally I will be forced to sell this house and move to Jammu where I will marry a young cute girl and have all the sex I want."
On mentioning living with a younger women Q burst into anger, and threw her sandals at me, she began looking for other things to throw at me, not finding anything, she began to sob loudly and she raced towards the door. I caught her halfway through and dragged her back to the bed. I was fully naked and she was fully clothed. She was no match for my strength.
I easily lifted her and put her the bed with myself on top her. I began to peel her clothes away. Her body was so soft and cold. I jammed my hard cock against her panty covered pussy. I tried to remove her red panty and push my penis inside her hole. She continued to wrestle with me. I was trying to be as gentle as I could be without breaking her bones due to my strength.
I was easily 6 time stronger. She hissed "My fourth option is to cut off your mother fucking cock before it enters that young whores cunt" Getting myself another women had clearly touched raw spot on her. I gently applied pressure to pin her down to the bed "I am going cut off your mother fucking cock" At the same time she raised her ass and began rubbing against my cock.
I slipped one of hands inside her blouse and began to twiddle with her nipples. I turned her around I pushed her blouse up and for the first time I saw a women breast. She had small one, Her pinks nipples were standing erect as hard and erect as my hard cock. Hungrily I put my mouth on her breast and put the whole thing in my mouth and began to suck on them.
She started crying hot tears "I sacrificed so much for you, always gave you the best food before my son even and this my reward holding your cock, pleasing you." I gently took her hand and put on cock, she began to squeeze and release. I grabbed her ass and began squeezing them.
They were so soft and tender "It is I who insisted" she continued "that you should get better education and spend time in school instead of the farm and this reward I get, you want now put your cock inside my ass." By her own power her hand reached down and began to squeeze my cock. hard "It is I who told everybody" she continued "what a handsome and intelligent boy you are.
I prayed for you, I made food for you and this is my reward you want me to put your cock in my most private part, you mother fucker." I pulled off her saree and panty. I moved my mouth from breast to her hairy hole, I put my tongue inside it and began to suck at the surrounding area and stuck my index inside her hole
"It is I who who got sweets and lollipops for you secretly hiding...groan... it from everybody and now this is the reward I get...groan.. you want me suck your lollipop. this is my fifth option became your mistress, your mistress I am son, come fuck me to your hearts contend" I kept hearing her, the opposite of what she had said was true mostly. To shut her up.
I moved from her pussy to her mouth and began to kiss her. She was a deep kisser. She started stroking my cock faster. I start moving my index finger inside her pussy faster. She wrapped her tongue around my tongue and pulled my tongue inside her mouth. Then suddenly she removed my index finger and pulled my cock to the entry point to now wet hole.
There was no pretense now, we both couldnot wait any longer to fuck! I gradually entered her hot warm heaven. There was so much pleasure I had hardly gone half inside that I came in large gush's. She said " what are you done already?" Quite ashamed I took out out my limp cock. I got off her and lay next to her.
After some silence she said "I got you you poor bastard, HAHAHA this your sixth option, you just raped me and that juice inside me is proof for police. They are going to lock you away for a long time you mother fucker or you can give me this house we settle out of court and I will take back my charge" She suddenly got up and bolted out of the door.
Like a loser who lost everything just after he was introduced to wealth, job and women. Dejected I put on my cloths and waited for police to come. The press and village elder, what shame I was going to face. Maybe I should forget the wealth and fled from there. But I could not run I couldn't leave now. I never thought of the sixth option.
After some she came back inside and sat down besides me. I waited for others to follow behind her. We kept sitting for quite some. Then she said "I think it is getting late we should sleep now" Saying that she lay down. I said "Wait, what about the sixth option police and all that". She turned her back towards me,I asked her "So where did you go now?"
She said "To the washroom to erase all signs of your entry...you do not even know how to do it, you are a virgin.." She turned towards me. We kissed for a long time. She took my hand, placed on her breast and said " You might be mother fucker, but you are my mother fucker.. I love you more then you love me.
I have no one else I can go to in this wide big world except you and hopefully you will stay mine. Please study well and get a good job, I want to move out of this village, this village has began to suffocate me, it is like a rut of depression I am sinking deeper into. I have only you in this world, even if I have to suck your cock every night and let you fuck me in my ass,
as long as you love me, you can do that!". She began to stroke me. Within a second I was rock hard. She climbed on top of me and inserted my cock inside her. She gently began to rock to and fro. That is when I told her about the seventh option. About my job and posting to Delhi. And that we could give this home and agricultural land on rent.
Monty will go to much better school in Delhi. I will rent a place and we will live like husband and wife far from this village. She was very happy to hear that. She got of me and said "Come fuck me". She opened her leg wide open. I mounted her. She put her legs on shoulder. Just then I recalled how once I had seen neighbor fuck his daughter in law.
I tried to recall his action, he was very good. When he was done with her she was truly done. I closed my eyes and began remember everything. I had seen him fuck his daughter in law every day for six month till her stomach began too large. He had caught me many times. But I did not tell anyone so he did not mind a small watching him.
I now recalled each every movement of his. He had this thing about hitting this rough spot deep inside her and rubbing it. This he promised would drive most women mad in passion. Always start from behind, this will open her up he used to say. I asked q to turn around. At first she objected that she did not want to ass fucked. I told her she will enjoy it.
I turned her around and pushed my myself inside. She didnot like at all. She put her hand and pushed me out and pushed me in another warm hole. But this time she was enjoying my deep slow and medium pace to and fro push. After 10 minutes I mounted her from the front. I put her feet on my shoulder, fully opening her up for deep penetration.
Next recalling Uncles posture, I put my held her shoulder like a railing. Then I began to slowly push a little in and out at a time inside her. As a result after quite some time. I started going deep inside her. I really began to pump deeper and faster inside her. At one point I just stopped deep inside her to get a feel for that famous rough patch.
I explorer inner caves with the head of my penis. I knew when I hit that spot she went like...she was exposed to raw electric shock but in pleasure not in paid. I hit the spot over and over again without actually going to and from. I just stayed deep inside her and kept rubbing her, in no time she was like a fountain of fluid.
I put my mouth on her mouth and rubbed my tongue against her tongue. We stayed like that for quite some time. Kissing and my cock deep inside rubbing my penis head against her female spot. If I was not kissing her she would have been squealing. I really enjoyed it. Somehow looking at her made harder as if I could keep fucking throughout the night.
She was definetly in heaven when I increase the pace and strike intensity. I began to pump, going faster and faster. Not only was I bathed in seat, somehow she too was sweating profusely. I was done. I came all over her. She was done. We looked into each another eyes. We certainly liked the seventh option.