Kavya wiped the sweat off her brow, her clothes already soaked in the oppressive heat. She sat on the floor of the bunker, the bare cement floor slightly cool to the touch. Her phone showed it was two o'clock in the night, yet no sleep came to her. She coughed out, throat dry and itchy from the dust. She took a sip of water from her fast depleting bottle.
Kavya was 40 years old. She had lived in Tumora, Zambawi for the last 21 years. Her husband, Anmol, a professor at the Tumora State University had brought her with him after their arranged marriage back in India.
Kavya looked at her fellow neighbors in the dim light of the bunker. Families, young and old were scattered across the floor. Some slept uneasily; others wide awake staring at their phones, scanning traditional and social media news channels for the latest updates on Ugowia's invasion of Zambawi. Explosions sounded off somewhere outside, still far away, yet powerful enough to shake the ground. Kavya looked around, seeing her own fear reflected on the faces of her neighbors. Her heart pounded and tears leaked from the corner of her eyes. She clutched the small statue of Lord Ganesh in her hands.
Varun, please be safe. Lord Ganesh, please take care of him.
The thought of her 20 year old son made her anxious. She felt distraught that he wasn't with her and wished she could rush to him. She laid on the floor and closed her eyes.
***
Two years ago --
Kavya locked up her bakery and messaged Varun.
On my way to the mall. Are you done with your classes?
Yep. Meet you there.
Kavya was picking up some groceries for the night's dinner when Varun walked in with a small bouquet. They smiled at each other as he gave her the flowers and hugged her.
"Happy anniversary, ma!"
"Thanks, honey! At least I can always count on you to remember."
"Don't worry, there's still time. Dad may yet surprise you," he said with a shrug. "What are these?"
"Oh, just some things for dinner. I spoke with your grandma earlier. Got the recipe of her ras malai. Your dad's favorite. Hope he likes it," she said, crossing her fingers.
Kavya paid at the register and the mother and son exited the shop. "I have some more items to pick up," she said. "Why don't you go check out the new book store?"
"Ok. I need a set of new sketchbook and couple of pencils, anyway," he said as he left.
She made her way towards the shop that specialized in lingerie and nightgowns. She wanted to buy a new lingerie to seduce her husband that night. Looking around, she made her way towards the back of the store to find what she was looking for. She had something specific in mind - a maroon pair with nets and laces. She selected one for her 36-32-36 measurements and dropped it in her shopping basket.
Looking through the items on display she briefly wondered if she should pick up a sheer, translucent nightgown. The material felt soft and silky to the touch. Her eyes were drawn to the section of the wall behind. The shelves were stacked with sex toys. She eyed the dildos and vibrators longingly, wondering if she should buy something to add to her collection. She sighed and shook her head. Maybe some other time. Tonight, she was on a mission.
It was only after eight o'clock in the evening that Anmol finally returned from the University. His grumpy face and creases on his forehead suggested a bad mood. Kavya had been waiting for him at the dinner table. She had set it up for a nice romantic dinner with all of Anmol's favorite dishes. He had shown no indication that morning whether he remembered their anniversary. His current demeanor suggested that he still hadn't.
"I have some papers to grade," he said. He picked up his dinner and went into his study, closing the door behind him. Kavya sighed and ate her dinner alone at the dining table.
Later that night, when they were ready for bed, Kavya went into the bathroom with her shopping bag. Anmol was already in bed, still working on his laptop. She closed the bathroom door and undressed. Looking into the mirror, she was pleased with her naked reflection. She stood 5'6" tall with a wheatish complexion. She could still pass off as someone much younger. She liked to keep herself fit with regular jogs in the park. Owning her bakery meant spending time not just in the kitchen but also facing the customers, so she took care of her looks.
She brushed her jet black hair which was stylishly trimmed to the middle of her back. She applied a light make-up on her face. Applying moisturizer on her skin, she spent some time caressing her shapely, 36C, breasts and teasing her brown nipples. She had already trimmed her black pubic hair and waxed her arms and legs earlier that evening. She trembled with anticipation and excitement as she put on her new lingerie. Hopefully, tonight will be the end of her long sexual drought.
Putting on her usual nightgown over her new lingerie, she entered the bedroom, sashaying towards her husband. Anmol ignored her, still engrossed in his laptop. She got into the bed and kissed his cheek. He looked at her, noticing her for the first time.
Eyeing her suspiciously, he said, "What are you doing?"
Kavya knelt on the bed and slowly undid the front of her nightgown, seductively taking it off. Presenting her lingerie clad body to her husband, she smiled and said, "Happy anniversary!"
Anmol grunted in acknowledgement and focused his attention back to his laptop. Kavya cuddled next to him, roaming her fingers on his chest. She lightly bit his ear lobe to get his attention and said, "I want you, Anmol. I want you in me, tonight." She closed the laptop and took it away.
"Knock it off, Kavya! What's wrong with you?" Anmol said, irritated. "When will you understand I don't like these childish celebrations? What's so special about our marriage anyway that I need to celebrate it every year? Huh?"
Kavya was stunned, tears welling up in her eyes. Anmol continued, "And what's with this slutty outfit? Have you lost your mind? Have some decency, Kavya. You're the mother of an adult son, cover yourself up for God's sake."
He picked up his laptop and went back to his study, leaving Kavya teary-eyed on the bed. This wasn't the first time, yet she never stopped trying to win her husband's love and affection. She knew she was a good wife but there was never an acknowledgement or compliment from him. Her beautiful face, lustrous hair and sexy body, which earned her appreciative looks from friends and strangers, held no interest to her own husband.
Over the years, Kavya had come to realize that Anmol never loved her or desired her. He had married her and produced a child, only to appease his parents and conform to the rules of society. He had never fallen in love with her nor with the idea of having a family of his own. His work, his academics, his research were his life. He practically lived on the campus.
Slowly, she got off the bed, put on her nightgown and left the bedroom. Opening the doors to the balcony, she stood there, watching the night sky and city lights. Tears ran down her face, black eyeliner streaking down her cheeks. She glanced back to see Varun standing next to her with two cups of cold coffee.
"Forgot, didn't he?" Varun asked, handing her a cup.
"Much worse than that."
Varun took a sip and said, "That's just the way he is, ma. I've accepted it. He hasn't remembered or cared about my birthday for years now. He's hardly around, barely talks to me. No interest in my life, my studies, my art. I don't have any expectations from him, anymore. It's high time you do the same."
Kavya nodded and said, "I am supposed to be the older one here." She chuckled. "Look at me, getting life lessons from my son. When did you become so matured?"
He smiled as she ruffled his hair playfully. "I wonder what's happening to our family. He should at least try to be a good father, a good husband."
Varun hugged her and said, "Don't worry about him. We're in this together, ma."
She hugged him back and closed her eyes. At least she had someone who loved her, cared for her. She hugged her son tighter but suddenly, felt empty. Opening her eyes, she stood all alone on the balcony, ashes raining down the sky, the city lights looking eerily like the streets and building on fire.
***
Kavya jolted awake. She rubbed her eyes and looked around the bunker. Her phone said it was four in the morning. Almost everyone was asleep. A small child cried in one corner, the young mother trying to comfort and console her. The young woman checked her water bottle to find it empty and looked around in desperation. Kavya walked over to them and offered the final sips of her own water to the child. The young mother nodded in gratitude.
Kavya sat back down in her place. She dialed Varun's phone again. It was still unreachable. He was with his friend, Kaseba, at his house. His phone had been out of network area since the previous morning. She dialed Anmol next, who was in India.
"Still not able to reach Varun. I am getting desperate, Anmol," she said, her voice cracking with emotions.
"He'll be safe. Be strong, Kavya. I heard on the news, our government is planning to evacuate all the Indian students stuck in Tumora. So, sit tight and stay safe. I am sending you the numbers of some of my students. Be in touch with them."
Kavya nodded and disconnected the call. She laid down again and tried to go back to sleep, thinking about her son.
***
Eight months ago --
Kavya stood at the kitchen counter, wearing salwar kameez, preparing breakfast. Anmol had already left for the University. Minutes later, Varun came into the kitchen wearing only his shorts. He toweled himself off the sweat glistening on his bare body. He had started working out every morning over the last few months. At 19 years of age, he had nicely filled out his 5'10" frame. Broad chest and shoulders with a lean tight abdomen. He threw the towel onto a chair and hugged Kavya from behind.
Pressing himself into her, he planted a kiss on her cheek wishing her a good morning. She smiled and kissed him back on his cheek, then busied herself with preparing breakfast. Varun nuzzled into her nape and pressed his groin into her butt. Her heartbeat quickened with anticipation. Soon enough, just like the last few days, she felt his erection poking into her butt cheek.
Over the last few weeks, Kavya had noticed a pleasant change in Varun's demeanor. Her son had always been loving and caring towards her, but he had become extra affectionate in the past few weeks. The highlight of her day had become the breakfast, where Varun would come to the kitchen, hug her and kiss her cheek, wishing her good morning. She loved the affection and attention. Then one morning, she had felt something hard poking into her and had realized it was her son's erection. She had been shocked at first but then had smiled to herself. He was just 19, a new adult now. This was just a natural, hormonal reaction. Nothing to be worried about. But then, it had happened again the next morning and again the next.
Now she stood there, in her son's arms, feeling his warm body press into her, his musky aroma in her nostrils and his hard cock poking into her. This was clearly going too far, it was unacceptable. Over the last few days, she had been thinking of talking to him and put an end to this indecent behavior. She mustered courage and cleared her throat.
"Honey, I... um... wanted to talk to you."
"What is it, ma?"
"Can you pass me that ketchup from the top shelf?"
"Sure," he said and disengaged from her. Kavya looked down to see a massive tent in her son's shorts. A strange shiver ran down her body as she stared involuntarily.
How big is he?
Stop it! He's your son, for God's sake!
Varun handed her the ketchup and sat down at the table. "What did you want to talk about?"
Kavya formed the sentences in her mind but hesitated, letting few seconds pass. Is it really that bad? Do I need to bring that up now? She sighed and said, "How are your studies?"
As Varun answered her, she got back to preparing breakfast. I'll talk to him some other day. Make him understand that it's highly improper to press his erection into his mother. She knew she should've stopped him after the first or second instance. But the hugs and kisses feel so good everyday. What if they came with a massive erection? It's quite harmless really, definitely nothing to worry about urgently. She didn't want to scare him away and lose his affection and attention.
***
It was early morning and people were waking up in the bunker. Kavya looked into her bag and found the last few slices of bread she had packed. They were dry and stale but she ate them quickly, her stomach growling with hunger. Her next door neighbor, Mrs. Sumana, sat down next to her. She was a very kind woman who had always been nice to Kavya and Varun.
She squeezed Kavya's shoulder gently and said, "Don't worry. Varun will be alright. He's a smart boy. He'll be safe."
Kavya nodded, grateful for the support.
"Our troops are already in the area," Mrs. Sumana said. "They'll be here soon. It's going to get ugly. You should get out of the country."
Kavya looked at her with steely resolve and said, "Not without my son."
***
Four months ago -
Kavya was home early after closing up her bakery. She made a cup of coffee for herself and sat down near a window, enjoying the view outside. Her eyes were drawn towards Varun's sketchbook lying on the table by the window. She loved his art and always encouraged him to pursue it. Putting the coffee down, she picked up the sketchbook, opened it and gasped.
There were multiple pencil sketches of a nude woman in various poses. In one page, the woman sat, regally, on a sofa. The next page, the woman was lying, sensuously, on a bed. One page, the woman laughed joyfully, reveling in her nudity, covering up her nether regions while her shapely breasts were on display. Another page, the woman was taking a shower, water cascading down her curvaceous figure. Kavya knew this woman. She saw this woman everyday in the mirror!
The first few pages looked like practice sketches, as if Varun was figuring out Kavya's face and body, trying to find it on the page. But as she flipped through, the face of the woman unmistakably started to resemble her own. She was dumbfounded. It was scandalous. She felt violated and depressed. Shock and guilt gave way to anger. She wanted to throw away the sketchbook. Burn all the pages and turn them to ash.
Yet, there was a certain allure to those pencil strokes. It showed her naked in different poses, but she conceded that they were tastefully done. She looked regal and sensuous, not cheap and slutty. These were Varun's best work she had seen yet. She could feel the passion and care put into making these sketches as beautiful as they could be. He had never seen her naked, never seen her breasts, ass or pussy. The sketches showing her naked were obviously his imagination. They looked surreal, like a beautiful dream or fantasy. It wasn't exactly her body on those pages, but a close approximation, like how he imagined her to be. She calmed down and flipped the pages.
The next set of sketches completely took her breath away. They showed her and Varun naked, making sweet love in various positions. The first one showed her sitting on the couch, naked, with him kneeling on the floor with his face buried between her legs. Her head was thrown back and her mouth open, maybe with a moan. Her fingers gripped the couch tightly in the throes of a powerful orgasm. He had beautifully depicted the passion on her face, the light and dark shading highlighted the contours of their bodies. The next sketch showed him sucking one of her erect nipples as her fingers played with the hair at the back of his head. The last one showed her spread eagled on the bed looking up at Varun, as he pushed his hard cock into her inviting pussy. The sketch was done from his POV, as if he stood near the bed, looking down at her.
She closed the sketchbook and put it back in frustration. It's all my fault. I should've spoken to him much earlier. My lack of objection has encouraged him. Her coffee had been forgotten on the table. She picked it up. It was cold. But she felt hot and flushed with embarrassment and sexual tension. Looking at those sketches had wound her up, making her wet. She sat there, contemplating how to talk to her son and stop this unhealthy obsession.
***
Kavya woke up to the sound of gunfire echoing in the distance, breaking the quiet of the morning. She sat up and looked around. Some of the bunker occupants were already up, while others were waking up from their uneasy sleep.
Mrs. Sumana stood near the entrance of the bunker. She showed Kavya her own water bottle and beckoned her. Kavya went after her, bottle in hand.
"Our soldiers are here. They've been fighting since last night," Mrs. Sumana informed as they climbed the steps.
"Is it safe to go outside?" Kavya asked.
"We'll be back soon."
It was twilight outside and the sky wasn't bright enough. Night still clung to the world, reluctant to let the light of the day enter. Gunshots and explosion sounded in the distance as they exited the building. Mrs. Sumana pointed towards a tap outside the building. They filled their water bottles quickly.
"Let's hurry inside," Mrs. Sumana said urgently as a loud explosion sounded nearby.
Kavya took out her phone and dialed Varun again. Disappointed to hear the out-of-coverage-area message again, she hurriedly followed the older lady into the bunker.
***
Four months ago --
It had been two days since Kavya had found Varun's sketchbook. She had given no outward indication to him that she'd seen it. She wanted to confront him about it but today was Diwali. She pushed those conflicting thoughts to the back of her mind as she dressed in a beautiful yellow saree that evening.
Anmol as usual was at the University, working for the day. This was an Indian festival after all, not a national holiday in Zambawi. Kavya knew that even if it had been a holiday, Anmol would've still been at the University or in his study at home. He wasn't interested in festivals or celebrations.
Kavya came out of her room to see Varun lighting the small oil lamps and candles and placing them in the balcony. He looked really handsome in a cream colored sherwani. He turned to look at her and froze for a moment, staring at her.
"What?" she asked, wondering if there was something wrong.
"You look absolutely gorgeous, ma!"
Kavya smiled at the earnest compliment. "You look good too."
Kavya had made special Indian sweets at her bakery. She and Varun went to their neighbors' homes in the building and distributed the sweets, wishing everyone a Happy Diwali. They went to the rooftop and lighted few fireworks to celebrate the festival. They laughed and enjoyed the evening. Varun hugged Kavya from behind and held her and they both lighted sparklers. He kissed her cheeks but she didn't mind. She was happy. Dinner was a delicious poori, paneer butter masala and halwa which the mother and son enjoyed along with a Bollywood movie.
When Anmol was sound asleep that night, Kavya made up her mind to talk to Varun and hopefully put an end his unhealthy obsession with her. She made her way towards his room, thinking all the different ways she could broach the topic to him. Engrossed in thoughts, she reached his bedroom door. She was about to knock when she realized the door was slightly ajar. The room was dark, yet there was a flickering light coming from one side. She knocked quietly and called out Varun's name. There was no answer.Pushing the door slightly, she looked inside and froze. Varun sat at his desk, naked from the waist down, both hands fondling his erect cock. He wore his wireless headphones and stared at his laptop, which was on the desk. A video played on the screen. She looked at it and recognized herself in the video which was from three years back. It was the last time they'd been to India, for her niece's wedding.
Kavya, Varun and their other relatives had gone to a nearby beach, the day before the wedding. The video showed Kavya wearing a kurta top and capri pants, enjoying the waves. Even with her slim and fit body, Kavya was always mindful of her attire in public. But that day, she had goofed up due to last minute changes in the plan. She had worn a white kurta top over a black bra. The top had quickly soaked and sagged in the water, giving a glimpse of her generous cleavage and the black bra within. Embarrassed, she had wanted to get out of the water, but her nieces had held her back, convincing her that she looked very sexy and should just enjoy herself.
Varun moved his hands away from his cock to adjust something on the laptop. Kavya got a good look of his son's erect manhood. It looked much bigger than her husband's. She couldn't help but salivate at that impressive specimen of man meat, momentarily forgetting that it was attached to her own son. Her sexually starved brain took over as she stood there and continued to watch Varun pleasuring himself.
The video now showed Kavya completely drenched from head to toe. The wet, translucent top and black bra accentuated her lovely breasts as she frolicked in the waves with her sisters and nieces. Varun leaned back in his chair and stretched his legs. He fondled his balls with one hand while slowly stroking his cock with the other. The up and down motion of his hands, gliding over his long, thick cock, mesmerized Kavya, keeping her glued to the spot. On the screen, Kavya leaned forward, bending to pick up a seashell, her cleavage and upper swells of her breasts clearly visible.
Varun lost it at that point. He groaned and erupted, cum shooting high into the air and splashing back on his groin and tummy. He continued to jack off, spurts after spurts of semen shooting out of his manhood as he moaned and groaned with pleasure. His head was thrown back and eyes closed, completely engulfed in orgasmic bliss. Kavya closed the door quietly and returned back to her room.
Anmol was fast asleep on the bed, snoring gently. Kavya was on fire, her mind and body burning with passion after watching her son's cock and cum. She knew there would be no help from her husband to quench her thirst. She opened her drawer and brought out her 6" vibrating dildo which now looked shorter than Varun's cock. Silently, she went into the bathroom to douse the fire burning in her nether regions.
Stripping down naked, she made herself comfortable in the bathtub. Her pussy was soaking wet. She turned on the dildo and set it to a gentle vibration. A loud moan escaped her lips when she touched the tip to her pussy lips. She cried out passionately when she slowly rubbed the vibrating shaft over her pussy and pushed it inside. Images of her son's erection flashed in front of her eyes. She banished it from her mind, but they kept coming back. She finally succumbed to the temptation and masturbated, fantasizing about Varun's cock. She moaned and cried out as she reached the most powerful orgasm she'd ever had.
***
Tanks, military vehicles and men sounded outside. Everyone in the bunker looked around fearfully, then breathed a sigh of relief as Zambawian soldiers entered the bunker. Lots of panic discussions ensued, with all the civilians asking several questions to the soldiers. With her limited understanding of the local language, Kavya was able to piece together what was being said. The Zambawians had managed to repel the Ugowians from the area back towards the eastern edge of the city. They had reclaimed parts of the city for now and were well prepared to face down any retaliation, which was sure to come soon. The soldiers were evacuating the city and urged all the civilians to move towards the west of the city now while it was relatively safe to do so.
There was a flurry of activities for the next several minutes as everyone packed their bags and prepared to leave. Several people got on the phone with their family and friends to inform them of their latest movement. Kavya requested Mrs. Sumana to ask the soldiers about the area near the railway station where Kaseba lived. The older lady spoke to a young soldier and gestured towards Kavya during the conversation. Kavya was able to understand few words between them but saw their faces somber and tense.
"What did he say?" asked Kavya, when the soldier moved away to attend another lady.
Mrs. Sumana sighed and said, "The area was severely hit during the shelling. Soldiers and rescue workers have been dispatched there. He doesn't have further updates."
Tears welled in Kavya's eyes and she shivered with hopelessness. The older lady hugged her and said, "Don't lose hope, Kavya. Go, find your son." Kavya nodded, strengthening her resolve. She wiped her tears and said her goodbyes to Mrs. Sumana. Packing her bags, she left the bunker and came out onto the streets of Tumora.
The entire area resembled a ghost town except for the soldiers and military vehicles. Residential and commercial buildings alike were blackened, either completely destroyed or crumbling. Debris from the explosions littered the road. The trees stood like skeletons, black or charred and devoid of leaves. The roads were cracked and destroyed at several places. Kavya looked at her destroyed apartment building. That had been her home and now it was gone. She picked up her bags and set off to find her son.
***
Two months ago -
Kavya relaxed on the sofa in her living room, watching a new movie with Varun. They both sat close to each other. Kavya rested her head on Varun's shoulder and he draped his hand over her back. She felt warm, cozy and comfortable snuggled against her son.
It had been a week since Anmol had left. Political ties between Zambawi and Ugowia had hit an all time low. Zambawi's President had been assassinated, plunging the country into chaos. Ugowia had denied allegations but the general consensus seemed to indicate their hands behind the President's assassination and their intentions to invade Zambawi due to it's strategic location and mineral resources. Clouds of war were dark in people's minds. Anmol wanted to be out of Zambawi if the worst came to pass. To make the necessary arrangements back home, he went to India alone.
As soon as Anmol left, Varun had become bolder in his display of physical affection towards Kavya. The hugs and kisses were frequent with kisses no longer just on the cheeks but also on the neck and nape. His erections were harder and more obvious. He took her out to shopping and restaurants, brought her flowers and constantly complimented her good looks. Kavya had pushed all her reservations to the back of her mind and enjoyed all of her son's attention. She felt younger and happier like never before. She felt conflicted whenever Varun rubbed his erections on her during their hugs, but it made her feel all the more desirable with a thrill of mischief.
Kavya lay on the sofa and put her legs in Varun's lap, pulling the hem of her nightie up to her knees. He happily took hold of her bare legs and started massaging them. Off late, he had been giving her daily massages which she loved. She sighed contentedly as her muscles relaxed under his fingers. Within few minutes, she felt his cock hardening in his shorts, the slight bulge brushing her leg. She felt a naughty thrill and surreptitiously rubbed her leg on his bulge, feeling it grow bigger and harder. Varun kept massaging her legs while looking at the TV. She suppressed a smile when he squirmed and adjusted his erection in his shorts.
When the movie ended, Kavya got up from the couch. The bulge in Varun's short was massive and there was a small wet spot at the tip of the tent. She smiled to herself and told him she was going for a shower. She sashayed towards the bathroom and got inside, leaving the door slightly ajar. As she suspected, she glimpsed in the mirror that Varun stood outside the bathroom.
She untied her hair and brushed it, looking sideways into the mirror at Varun. Slowly, she opened her nightie and slid it off her body. She wore a black bra and panty, giving her son a good look of her sexy body from the back. She glanced again in the mirror and saw that he had fished out his cock from his shorts. It looked painfully hard and he was slowly stroking it. She trembled with excitement, contemplating her next move. With deliberate slowness, she reached behind and unhooked her bra and teasingly slid it off her shoulders, showing her entire naked back to him. She smiled as she saw him in the mirror, eyes wide in shock and delight, stroking his cock faster. She placed her hand across her breasts, supporting the globes and hiding them. Stepping into the bathtub, with her back still towards him, she closed the curtains.
Her mind whirled with desire and pent up sexual frustration. She removed her soaking wet panty and threw it out from above the curtains. The shower calmed her mind and brought her back to her senses. Shit! What the hell am I doing, teasing him like that? Guilt and conflicts resurfaced their ugly heads and bothered her, berating her shameful thoughts and actions. She cleared her head, wrapped herself in a towel and stepped out of the bathtub. The bathroom door was still slightly ajar, like she had left it. There was no sign of Varun and her panty.
***
Kaseba lived just three kilometers away but the streets were difficult to navigate now. Everywhere Kavya looked, scenes of death and destruction saddened her. Burnt buses and cars were abandoned on the road. Some streets were completely blocked with destroyed buildings. Few civilians made their way through the rubble while others skirted the road completely. Soldiers assisted in evacuation.
Civilians sat on the streets under makeshift shelters shading them from the hot overhead sun. Many of them had injuries and all of them had the vacant stares of having lost everything. Somewhere someone or the other cried, clutching the dead bodies of their loved ones. Kavya shivered at the thought and hoped to find her son alive and well. She continued her walk towards Kaseba's house.
***
One week ago --
Kavya walked to her apartment building after closing her bakery. It had been a busy day with lots of customers. There was panic on the streets with talks of war with Ugowia. People had been buying food and groceries in bulk over the last few days. Kavya's bakery items were almost sold out, faster than she and her assistant could make more. With so many customers, she had to keep her bakery outlet open for longer than usual. It was already late in the evening. She was tired and hungry.
She opened the front door of her house and stood in surprise. The living room had been cleaned and tidied. Smell of fresh flowers wafted in the air. The dining table had been decorated and transformed with nice, scented candles and cutlery. Varun ushered her in.
She smiled broadly and asked, "What's all this?"
"It's for you, ma. You always say you've never had a candlelight dinner."
"That's nice! I am starving."
"Freshen up. I'll set the table," he said. Kavya noticed that Varun was already dressed in a nice shirt and trousers, well groomed for the occasion.
She quickly took a shower and went through her wardrobe. Varun had dressed very handsomely like a gentleman and she wanted to dress complimentary to him. She changed into a figure hugging green gown. It was sleeveless, showing a lot of skin on her back with a generous cleavage. She had bought it long back, on a whim, but never had an opportunity to wear it before. She fixed her hair in a new style, pilling her black locks on her head, which kept her neck and shoulders bare and on display. She put on some make-up and perfume and joined Varun at the dining table. He stood like a gentleman near the table and smiled as she came into the living room. He pulled out a chair and got her seated.
"You look gorgeous, ma," he said, visibly mesmerized by her appearance. She smiled and thanked him. The dinner was delicious. Varun had outdone himself this time, cooking a sumptuous meal of fried rice, chicken curry and salad. Post dinner, they poured some whiskey and Varun put on some music.
Few drinks later, he asked her for a dance. Kavya got to her feet and Varun pulled her closer to his body, placing his right hand on her waist and her left hand on his shoulder. They waltzed to the rhythm of the soft music. She felt a good buzz from the alcohol, lowering her inhibitions. She felt Varun's hands roam softly on her bare back. His sensuous touch felt good on her skin, tingling her senses. She felt his breath on her neck and then his lips kissed her neck, then her shoulder.
She closed her eyes, getting weak in the knees with passion and desire, losing her sense of propriety. Varun placed more soft kisses on her bare neck and shoulders. Kavya's pussy became moist, sensing her need and ache for a good fuck and a powerful orgasm. Oh, what's happening to me. I can't stand this anymore. The barriers in her mind started to fall away. She was in the moment and it didn't matter anymore that this was her own son. She wanted to be loved, to be desired, to be passionately made love to. She was ready to surrender herself and let the night take it's own course.
As the song came to an end, Varun whispered into Kavya's ears, "I love you, ma. I want to make you mine."
The last notes of music faded, the room was silent. Varun's declaration of love and desire rang clearly in her head, like the striking of a gong, reverberating across her mind, shattering her fantasy. Her son had just clearly articulated what had been on both their minds, what they had been gradually moving towards from the last few months. It was no longer just an unspoken abstraction. The illusion was broken and she was yanked forcibly back into reality. Shocked and overloaded with guilt, Kavya stepped back from her son. Varun's expressions were full of love and desire.
She slapped him hard across his face, yanking him back to reality with her.
She had tears in her eyes as the expression on his face changed to hurt and disappointed. She knew the slap was unfair, it wasn't his fault, not entirely. She was equally to blame for not stopping his advances, for encouraging and teasing him. She felt disgusted with herself. Varun looked at her, his hand on his cheek which had turned reddish, shocked at the sudden slap. He blinked and looked away, then without another word, he left the house. Kavya sat alone in the living room couch, in a state of shock and disbelief.
Later that night, Varun sent her a message that he'll be spending the night at Kaseba's house.
Kavya went to bed alone. She couldn't sleep. Her mind was in turmoil. She hoped it still wasn't too late to talk to Varun and undo everything, stop all this nonsense. Uneasily, she drifted off to sleep.
She woke up early next morning to the terrifying sounds of explosions and air raid sirens.
Ugowia had finally attacked Zambawi.
***
Kavya finally reached Kaseba's neighborhood and looked around in dread and despair. The entire area had been flattened from the shelling. Not a single house or building was left standing. Charred and blackened pieces of wood and concrete lay everywhere in a jumbled mess. Few people were moving about, helping the wounded. She dropped her bags and moved around, calling out to Varun but her son was nowhere in sight. Kaseba's house was almost completely destroyed with only few walls still standing. Overwhelming hopelessness overtook her and she broke down, crying and calling out to her son.
"Ma...?"
Kavya stopped crying and looked around. Varun emerged from the back of the destroyed house. They stared at each other for few moments, then rushed into a tight hug. Relief flooded Kavya's heart as she held her son, alive and well, in her arms. She hugged him tightly to remind herself that he was truly there with her. Varun hugged her back with equal fervor. Kavya pulled back to look at her son's face. She gently swiped away the hair out of his face and laughed with joy, kissing his forehead and cheeks. Varun pulled her closer and planted a kiss on her lips. It was the first time, he had kissed her on the lips. While she was surprised, she didn't really mind. He was safe and with her, that's all that mattered. She didn't reciprocate the kiss but didn't pull away either.
"I thought I'd never see you again," Varun said.
"So did I."
They both laughed again and hugged, afraid of letting go. They retrieved her bags and Varun led her to the back of the house and down into the basement which was a small bunker. Kavya looked around the place. Unlike the previous bunker she was in, this one was well furnished with beds, furniture, refrigerator and other amenities. It was also packed with many household items stacked in the corners and in boxes.
"The three of us hid here as soon as the explosions started, then gradually saved anything from the house that we could," he said, answering her puzzled looks.
Varun introduced Kavya to Kaseba and his mother Lupita. Kaseba was a handsome and muscular, 20-year-old, slightly taller than Varun. He had deep brown skin, black hair with brown eyes. Over the last few years, Kavya had heard a lot about Kaseba, but had met him only once before. He was Varun's closest friend and Varun often spoke of him like a brother he never had. Lupita was a tall, slightly curvy woman with chocolate colored skin and curly black hair. She smiled warmly at Kavya and hugged her.
"Thank God, you're alright. We were so worried," Lupita said with a heavy accent which sounded different to Kavya.
Kavya was surprised at the hug and genuine warmth radiating from this woman. She hugged her back. "Thanks for taking care of my Varun," she said.
Lupita waved it off. "I should be thanking him. So helpful. Such sweetheart, your son."
"Hello," Kaseba said to Kavya. "Nice to meet you again. You're all that Varun talks about. I wish we had met under happier circumstances." Kaseba's accent was less pronounced than his mother's.
Kavya smiled and nodded as she gratefully accepted a glass of water from Lupita. She deposited her bags in a corner. Varun and Kaseba chatted fluently in the local language. Both the boys went outside to look for food and water that they could find. The rescue workers were distributing food packets and some rare shops might have opened, now that the Zambawian forces were in the area. Kavya checked her phone.
"No signal," Lupita said. "Some towers were destroyed. Engineers from the telecom company are trying to fix."
Lupita sat in front of Kavya. "Varun said your husband gone to India. What's your plan?" Lupita asked.
"Anmol said the Indian government is planning for a rescue operation for the Indian students at the University. I and Varun can join the students when that happens. That's our only hope now."
"I've asked a guy to come pick us up. He's friend of my late husband. He'll drive here and take us out of the country. Kaseba and I are going to Mbansi. I have family there. You both can come with us. Go to India from Mbansi."
"That's really kind of you, Lupita. Let me talk to some of the students first. I don't want to bother you unnecessarily."
"It's no bother. You'll be good company. We'll talk all the way," Lupita said, smiling.
Kavya smiled back. She immediately liked Lupita and her genuine warmth and ever present smile.
Over the next few days, the four of them stayed within the bunker. Varun and Kaseba were always together. With Varun going back to India and Kaseba going to Mbansi, Kavya thought the boys were aware that they might not see each other in person for years to come. Kavya found that Lupita was very good company and felt like a long lost friend. Kaseba and Lupita really loved each other, having supported each other since Lupita's husband died few years back. Kaseba seemed very mature for his age, his talks and manners were that of someone much older than him. Kavya thought the death of his father must've forced him to grow up faster than others of his age.
They were able to manage sufficient food and water to get by. As the cellular network came back up in the area, Kavya called Anmol and updated him about their present situation. War in the city had escalated again, with Ugowian soldiers trying to push back into the city from the east. More Zambawian soldiers had arrived with reinforcements, better ammunitions and military equipment. The Indian government was still trying to get a ceasefire from both the warring sides to get an evacuation window. All they could do was wait and watch.
Kavya and Varun hadn't really had a chance to speak with each other in private. Beneath the relief of being reunited and finding each other well, Kavya could glimpse the longing and desire in Varun's eyes for her, as well as the pain of having been rejected. He hadn't brought up any mention of that night, nor had he tried to show any physical affection to her, other than the kiss on her lips when they had found one another again. It suited Kavya just fine as she didn't want to deal with the tension between them until they were safely back in India.
On the third day of Kavya's arrival, she woke up early in the morning. Varun was still asleep. Lupita and Kaseba were not in the bunker. She found it odd. They had heard gunshots and explosions intermittently throughout yesterday and had stayed inside. It was quiet now. Cautiously, she went outside. It was a cool morning. The sun had yet to rise and there was a faint light in the sky. The house had been almost destroyed, with only few of the walls still standing. Kavya heard some sounds coming from within the ruins.
Curious, she slowly walked to the other side, peeked inside from a broken window and froze. Kaseba stood, within the destroyed room, his pants around his knees. Lupita crouched on the floor in front of him. The woman was giving a blowjob to her own son!
Kavya ducked and sat on the ground, her heart pounding. Her mind raced with the implications of what she just witnessed. She rubbed her eyes to be fully awake and slowly peeked back inside. The room might have been a living room or a bedroom, it was hard to tell. All that remained within was reduced to a jumbled mess of debris. Three of the walls were still intact. The fourth wall and the roof were almost gone.
Kaseba leaned against a wall, his t-shirt was pulled up, revealing his toned abs. His pants and underwear were down to his knees. His eyes were closed and he moaned slowly, lost in the pleasures. Lupita shifted slightly to adjust herself as she crouched on the rubble strewn floor. Her blouse were undone at the front and her breasts were out in the open. They jiggled as she shifted her body. Both her hands roamed freely on her son's abs and butt. Hands-free, she pleasured him with her mouth, sucking his cock and bobbing her head back and forth.
Lupita let Kaseba's cock out of her mouth for a second. The long, hard shaft glistened with saliva and jumped with the rhythm of his heartbeat. She looked up at her son and they both shared a short laugh. She licked the underside of his cock. Kaseba said something to her. Lupita smiled and took her son's erection back into her mouth. As much as Kavya was shocked, she was rooted in her place watching the mother sexually pleasure her son, no matter how much she wanted to leave.
Kaseba's moans increased in frequency. Lupita picked up pace, moving her head back and forth on his cock head while holding the base of his cock with her hand. The curvy woman was really going for it. Kaseba grunted and squeezed his eyes shut as he shot his cum down his mother's throat. Lupita gulped and swallowed her son's load without wasting a single drop. Kavya quietly slipped back into the bunker, too stunned to think anything else.
***
Later that day, Lupita and Kaseba went out to get some food, leaving Kavya and Varun alone for the first time. Kavya was still in shock about what she'd seen earlier in the morning. She had tried to act normal with Lupita and Kaseba and hoped they didn't know she had watched them. After they left, Kavya sat next to Varun who was engrossed in his phone.
"I just got off the call with one of your father's students," Kavya said. "She said they're still hiding within their bunkers awaiting further news. The University is also in touch with the Indian embassy about any evacuation plans."
Varun grunted in acknowledgement keeping his eyes fixed on his phone. Kavya sighed and said, "How long are we not going to talk?"
"Talk about what?"
"You know what I mean. Don't pretend otherwise," she said.
Varun looked up at her, meeting her eyes. There was pain and sadness in his eyes. "What do you want me say, ma? You already know how I feel about you. You might think of it as something... dirty and disgusting. A sin. But I can't change myself." He exhaled audibly and looked away. "Anyways, doesn't matter now. I don't think I am getting out of here alive."
"Don't say that!" Kavya said, sharply and pulled him into a hug. "I won't lose you again."
Varun buried his head into her chest. His voice cracked with emotions. "I love you, ma. I thought I'd never see you again. I don't want to die. I want to spend my life with you... loving you."
"Loving me... like Kaseba and Lupita?" she asked.
Varun looked at her, astonished. The look on his face confirmed whatever lingering doubts she still had.
"I saw them this morning. Lupita was... uh... on her knees in front of Kaseba...," Kavya struggled to describe.
Varun nodded, slowly. "They're lovers."
"You knew that?"
"They've been lovers for two years now, shortly after Kaseba's 18th birthday. He told me about it 10 months ago, when I confessed to him that I was in love with you."
"You want us to be like them?"
"Is that so terrible?"
"Varun... that's... incest!"
"That's just a word. Besides, dad doesn't care about us. You deserve so much better. Why can't I be the man for you?"
Kavya looked away. Varun kept looking at her eagerly for an answer but she remained silent. He got up and went outside, leaving her alone with her thoughts.
***
That night, after a meagre dinner, Lupita asked Kavya to come outside with her. Kavya gave her a questioning look. Lupita showed her a small bottle of whiskey and gave her a wink. Kavya smiled and followed her out.
The night was thankfully quiet, devoid of sounds of gunshots or explosions or rockets lighting up the dark sky. The two women went inside the ruins of the house and made themselves comfortable. Lupita opened the bottle, took a sip and handed it to Kavya. Kavya took a sip of the whiskey and felt her insides blissfully warming up.
"Mbansi very beautiful this time of year," Lupita said. "We had a big orchard and cacao plantation. I played there with my cousins," Lupita said, smiling. She closed her eyes as if seeing and smelling the roasted cocoa beans from her memories. "Will renovate our old family house. Restore orchard again. Good life."
"Looks like you've planned everything," Kavya said with a smile.
They were silent for a while, passing the bottle between them. Lupita took another sip and said, "I know you saw us today morning."
Kavya was shocked to hear it. She started stammering, "I uh... I am so sorry, Lupita. I just... I mean..."
Lupita smiled and said, "Don't worry. I am not mad at you. Not ashamed about it. I am glad you saw."
"I don't understand."
Lupita looked at her with sad eyes. "Don't you see the love in your son's heart for you? His longing, his desire? You desire him too, don't you?"
Kavya looked away. She didn't dare to meet eyes with Lupita, afraid the other woman might see inside her soul and recognize the longing she had for Varun, the desire she didn't want to admit even to herself.
"How did you know about Varun's love for me?" Kavya asked.
"Varun and Kaseba are brothers. Kaseba and I were already in relationship. Kaseba suspected Varun's love for you. He trusted his brother and revealed our secret to him. Brought Varun to me. We encouraged him to show his love to you."
Kavya nodded, puzzle pieces falling into place in her mind. She remembered all those compliments, hugs, kisses and "accidental" erections from her son over the last few months.
"From what he told us, I am sure you have feelings for him, too. He was so happy that you were finally happy after all these years. I could see joy in his eyes. And I saw his pain few nights ago. He came to us after you slapped him."
Lupita placed her hand over Kavya's and squeezed it gently. "Your son loves you, Kavya. We're both fortunate to have such loving sons."
"I don't know what to do. I am scared, Lupita," said Kavya.
"Don't be. I know it feels scary. Our culture and society taught us it's ugly. But how can love be ugly? Love is beautiful. Everyday I wake up, I am happy to be in love with my son."
Lupita smiled fondly and continued, "It's greatest feeling in world, Kavya. Having your son return back to you. Becoming one with your body again. When we settle in Mbansi, I hope to make Kaseba, a father."
Sensing Kavya's reluctance, Lupita said, "I think in your heart, you already know what to do," Lupita said with a smile. "I trust you'll make the right decision."
Lupita went back inside the bunker, leaving Kavya with the bottle and her thoughts.
***
Good news greeted them next morning. Ugowia and Zambawi had agreed upon a ceasefire for the next day, to open up a humanitarian corridor for evacuation of foreign nationals. Kavya and Lupita rejoiced with their sons. They were finally getting out of the war zone. Kavya got on the phone with Anmol's students and arranged seats for her and Varun in the buses arranged by the Indian embassy. Lupita spoke with her husband's friend to come pick up her and Kaseba.
Lupita and Kaseba packed their bags with Kavya's and Varun's help. Even though their house was destroyed, they had managed to save quite a few of their belongings. Kavya and Varun were already living out of their bags, there wasn't much for them to pack. They spoke long into the night, especially Varun and Kaseba, who knew they wouldn't be seeing each other for a long time.
That night, everyone went to sleep, with a sense of hope and optimism for the first time in days. Kavya lit a small oil lamp near her idol of Lord Ganesh, which she had placed on a shelf. She prayed and conveyed her gratitude. Lupita and Kaseba finally retired to their corner of the bunker where they got into Lupita's bed. Kaseba didn't bother making his separate bed and got in with his mother, cuddling her. Kavya suggested to Varun that they too share a single bed to avoid making another bed for Varun since most of the stuff were already packed. Varun got into the bed with her and they lay there in the dark.
Kavya was lost in her thoughts, thinking about how she and Varun would be back in India in a few days. Life would be completely changed. She had no idea when they'd be back to Zambawi or if they'd never be back. When she first came to Zambawi, she had hated it. The extremely hot weather, the different language and culture felt alien to her. She had been alone in this strange country with an uncaring husband. With the birth of Varun and opening up her own bakery, she had grown fond of this country. It pained her to see it getting destroyed. They'd have to build a new life in India.
The thought of her husband depressed her. Their marriage was almost non-existent. She couldn't say it was dead, it had never been alive to begin with. She had felt true happiness with Varun in the last couple of months. She and her son had been building towards something new, something different. She had been excited but also conflicted and had finally pushed Varun away. Yet now, the thought of returning to her husband to continue that loveless life bothered her.
Sounds of kissing and the rustling of the sheets interrupted her thoughts. She listened closely without moving or making a sound. Low moans along with kissing sounds were coming from Lupita's bed. She peeked out of her blanket to glance towards Lupita's bed. In the faint light coming from her prayer lamp, Kavya saw the two bodies moving inside Lupita's blanket. She felt amused and embarrassed that Lupita and Kaseba were pleasuring each other. She stayed still, wondering if Varun was also aware of their activities. Further prolonged rustling of the sheets suggested shifting of the bodies. Soon after, there was a long moan from Lupita and a grunt from Kaseba, with more kisses. Rhythmic creaking sounds of the bed followed thereafter. Kavya smiled, feeling hot and flushed. She peeked at them again. The mother and son were definitely celebrating their last night in Zambawi.
She wondered if Varun was awake. He had laid absolutely still without any indication. Kaseba and Lupita's moans became louder. They had abandoned all pretense and were fucking openly. They knew that their guests were already aware of their relationship, there was no point in hiding it anymore. Lupita moaned loudly, encouraging her son in her native tongue, begging him to fuck her harder. The bed creaked louder as Kaseba put more effort into their carnal activities. Kavya's mind whirled by the unabashed sexual display from the mother and son.
So this is what it looks like. Is this where I and Varun are headed? Is this what he wants? Is this what I want?
Lupita's words from the previous evening echoed in her mind. It was true what Lupita had said about Varun, there was no denying that. Varun truly loved her, not just as a son but also as a man. Kavya had felt it over the last several months. She had been swept off her feet by her son's affection and love. All throughout her married life, she had never felt such thrill and exhilaration, such happiness. She deserved to be loved and Varun deserved her love. But the thought of taking the next step terrified her. It was a massive commitment and a huge mental and psychological shift, one not to be taken lightly. And what about her marital life and her husband? The thought depressed her. She and Varun were ultimately going to India, back to Anmol. There would be no future for her relationship with Varun. They could never be together as man and woman. Did she want to get into such a relationship which had no future?
Kavya felt sorry for Varun. She still wasn't sure about her own feelings but didn't want to hurt him either. She had to take a firm decision and stick to it. Lupita's moans rose in volume and frequency. She cried out as she reached orgasm and Kaseba grunted as he climaxed. Kavya made up her mind. She had to break Varun's heart and probably her own as well. She had to let Varun know. They could never be like Lupita and Kaseba. They could never become lovers.
***
Early next morning, Kavya was woken up by the sounds of Lupita and Kaseba getting dressed. Varun was still asleep next to her.
"Sorry," Lupita whispered. "Didn't want to wake you up."
"It's ok. Though, I was awake late into the night," Kavya said, with a sly smile and a wink.
Lupita blushed. "We couldn't resist," she said, sheepishly.
"Where are you going?"
"Getting some food for the road. You want some?" Lupita asked.
"That would be nice. Thanks."
"Ok. We'll be back soon," Lupita said as she and Kaseba left.
It was still quite early. Kavya contemplated going back to sleep, but she couldn't. She sat on the bed looking at Varun. It was finally the day they'd leave Tumora. Lupita's ride would arrive at ten o'clock. Kavya and Varun would take their leave and go to the University. Buses arranged by the Indian embassy were slated to leave at noon.
Air raid sirens blared loudly. Varun jolted awake and sat up while Kavya looked around in panic. They looked at each other with fear in their eyes. Powerful explosions rocked nearby, overwhelming them with sounds and shaking the bunker. Kavya pulled Varun into a tight hug, her heart pounding with dread. She had no idea how much time passed. They waited inside the bunker until the there were no more explosions and the siren stopped.
Cautiously, they ventured outside. It was complete chaos. The air was filled with smoke and dust. Fresh debris strewn on the street from couple of more collapsed buildings. Some of the structures were on fire and others destroyed. Civilians ran around in panic, some of them in tears and injured, supporting others. Kavya looked around in horror.
Varun gave a sudden shout and sprinted down the road. Startled, Kavya rushed after him. Varun reached the place before her and that's when she saw. Lupita and Kaseba lay on the side walk, near the wall of a damaged building. To Kavya, the mother and son, looked peaceful, lovers resting in each other's arms, eyes closed. But they were buried under concrete blocks, blood running down their faces from the gaping wounds on their heads.
***
Ugowia's violation of the ceasefire had put a halt to the evacuation activities. The unexpected attack had cost the lives of several Zambawian civilians, soldiers and few foreign nationals. It was only by afternoon that Lupita's and Kaseba's bodies were recovered from under the debris. With heavy hearts and tears in their eyes, Kavya and Varun, buried Lupita and Kaseba.
The bunker felt empty when Kavya returned with Varun from the graveyard, that night. The absence of the smiling faces and sounds of Lupita and Kaseba haunted Kavya. Varun had been inconsolable at the loss of his best friend, sobbing all throughout the funeral. Now he just sat on the bed, vacant expression on his face. He had run out of tears. Kavya sat next to him in a silent daze. She looked around at the packed bags.
Lupita had been so excited to leave and start a new life with her son. Not just start a new life but also create a new life within her womb, born out of their love. Now they'll forever rest within the earth of Zambawi. Kavya reflected on the fickle and cruel nature of life itself, alive one moment, gone the next. Just that morning, she had felt happy and optimistic about leaving the war zone with her son, but now she wasn't so sure. Will they be even alive tomorrow? Or lying somewhere cold, dead and forgotten?
Kavya looked at Varun. He looked back at her, a single tear welled up and drop down his cheek. The mother and son hugged each other, trying to find solace from the day's tragedy. She slowly pulled his face closer and kissed his lips. She could feel his surprise but then he kissed her back and they melted in each other's arms.
The night was surprisingly peaceful after the violence of the day. In the quiet of the night, Kavya and Varun lay on the bed, naked, their clothes discarded on the floor. Kavya trembled slightly and pressed into Varun, his erection poking into her belly. They kissed, tasting each other's mouth. Varun fondled her breasts, rubbing her erect nipples with his fingers.
He went on to kiss her neck and then took her nipple into her mouth. Kavya moaned with pleasure. Her fingers curled around her son's impossibly hard cock, noting that he was both longer and thicker than her husband. She held it in her hand, feeling its hardness and squeezed it gently as it throbbed in her grip. Pre-cum oozed from the tip of his cock. Her pussy was already soaking wet. Pushing Varun down on the bed, Kavya straddled him. His cock touched her moist pussy lips. Her labia rested along the outer length of the under side of his cock. It twitched as her slick labial lips glided across its outer length.
Time slowed down for Kavya as her son's cock nudged at the entrance of her motherly pussy, seeking to enter her forbidden hole. She prayed for strength and courage. This was the moment, the point of no return. Her eyes met Varun's intense gaze and she lowered herself. The engorged mushroom head of his cock parted her moist labial lips. She lowered herself further, welcoming his erection into her warm, moist pussy.
They groaned together as the pleasure and emotions overwhelmed them. Her eyes closed and rolled back in her sockets. As she fully sat down, his entire erection disappeared inside her. She was one with her son. Her son had returned home. Lupita's words echoed in her mind and tears rolled down her cheeks. Varun's cock throbbed as her vaginal walls squeezed it, bathing it with warm, slick juice. Very slowly, she rose up and sat down again, driving his cock deeper into her.
Grief had overwhelmed them both and the uncertainty of life scared them. If this was to be their last night on Earth, they had to make the most of these precious moments, prolong the experience as much as possible. Her slick vaginal walls wanted his manhood to stay within its confines as long as possible. They kissed each other deeply and passionately. There was absolutely no hurry. Just a calm and relaxed enjoyment of each other.
Tears leaked out from the corners of Varun's eyes, whether due to the loss of his friend or the satisfaction of getting his heart's desire or both, Kavya did not know. She wiped it away and kissed him. He sat up and held her, his face nestled into her bosom, as she rode him. She couldn't help but marvel at her son's impressive cock which felt custom made for her pussy. It fit her absolutely right, further proof that they were meant to be lovers.
After riding her son slowly for several minutes, Kavya quickened her pace, feeling herself inching towards orgasm.
"Ma... I am going to cum," Varun said.
"Cum with me honey. Cum inside me."
The mother and son embraced each other tightly. Varun's cock pulsated within her pussy. She felt it swell further as he erupted deep into her pussy. Kavya kept riding him, feeling torrents of warm cum drenching her pussy walls. She threw her head back and groaned loudly, as a massive orgasm hit her. She embraced him tightly, closing her eyes shut, biting into his shoulder as intense pleasure washed over her entire body. She kissed his lips passionately as both mother and son climaxed together, tears running down their cheeks. They were lovers now, fused together in body and soul.
***
One year later --
Early morning sunlight streamed into the room from the window, warming the naked bodies leisurely sprawled across the bed. Birds chirped from the orchard at the back of the house.
Kavya lay on her bed on her belly, between Varun's legs, holding his hard cock at the base. She kissed the underside of her son's manhood and gave few playful licks to the bloated cock head. Varun sighed and moaned. Kavya smiled.
They were in Lupita's ancestral house in Mbansi. Kavya thought of that day almost a year back when they had finally become lovers. The friend of Lupita's husband had arrived the next day to find Lupita and Kaseba dead. Kavya and Varun had taken up his offer and rode with him to the border after which they made their way into Mbansi. They both knew there was no life for them together back in India and neither of them wanted to go back to Anmol. Better to let Anmol think they were dead.
Eventually they made their way into the country and met with Lupita's cousin, giving her the sad news. The woman had been heartbroken but kind enough to welcome them. Now, after a year, Kavya and Varun had successfully restored the Lupita's ancestral cacao plantation and had fulfilled Lupita's dream of renovating the house, which they now lived in.
"Better make it quick, ma," Varun said. "The guys would be coming over to put up the wallpapers. The renovation would finally be complete as Lupita wished."
"Lupita had another dream as well," Kavya said, taking his cock out of her mouth. "She wanted to make Kaseba, a father."
Varun looked at her, surprised. Kavya straddled him and placed his cock at the entrance of her wet pussy.
"Would you like to put a baby in me?"
The End