By Peker O' Tool ©

Part I

“Oh, Puthaa, push some more, and fill me….”  She raised her hips and widened her thighs.  It was the first time I was fucking a woman.  As I slid inside her, my thoughts wandered.... 

It all started a week ago on a Saturday.  I went for a movie at Regal Theatre with three other friends.  After the movie, we went to the bar at the Holiday Inn and had one too many.  It was 11 p.m.  when I reached home.  I had to take a taxi from Galle Face to my house in Dehiwela and it cost me a lot.   But I didn’t mind.  I was twenty-two and for the past one year I have been earning as a junior executive in an international company manufacturing pharmaceuticals.  The company gave me a handsome salary.  I did not depend on my father for my pocket-money any more.

My mother opened the door instead of Kusuma, the servant girl.  She was yawning and irritated at having been woken from her deep slumber in the middle of the night.

“Where’s Kusuma?”  I asked her.

“She has gone to her village,”  my mother said.  “We sent her by the last bus to Avissawela.”  She closed the door and bolted it.

As I was about to go to my room, she grabbed my hand and stopped me.  “Puthaa, come sit.  I want to talk to you,”  she said.  My name is Premaratne but my parents and aunties call me ‘Puthaa’ meaning son in Sinhalese.

My mother had three sisters all younger than her and Charulatha was the youngest.  She was married to Dharmasena, a drunkard.  They lived in Kandy, the hill-capitol of Sri Lanka.  Whenever they came to Colombo, she and her husband occupied my room and I slept on the sofa in the hall.  It was almost six months since I had seen her last. 

I sat on the sofa and my mother sat next to me.  “Charu has come.”  She looked worried.  “Puthaa, Dharma wants to divorce Charu,”  she said.

I was shocked and furious.  I never liked my uncle Dharmasena.  He had a stern face and was ever grumbling.  There was no rapport between us.  I wondered how Charulatha fell in love with him and got married to him.  “What?  He wants to divorce her after ten years of marriage?” 

“Yeah,”  my mother replied.

 “Is he sleeping with any other woman?”

“I asked Charu that.  But she says that he doesn’t,”  replied my mother.

“Then why does he want to divorce her?”.

“He’s accusing her for being barren.”

“Did they see a doctor?”

“No.  When Charu suggested that, he had shouted at her.”

“I never liked that fellow,”  I said.  “She fell in love with him, isn’t it? What did she find in him to get married to him?”

“All of us are asking the same question,”  my mother said.  “She says that he is drinking more than ever and recently has started beating her! Daily after coming home fully drunk, he forces her to have intercourse with him.  If she objects he beats her.  Even last night after fucking her he had beaten Charu with his belt,”  said my mother.  I was astonished to hear words that she would normally not utter in my presence.  She was furious.  “I’ll ask Charu to show you the welts.”

“I’ll kill that bugger!”  I shouted. 

“Puthaa, please….  Don’t raise your voice and wake up you father,”  my mother implored.

“Now what are we to do?”  I asked angrily.

“Puthaa, I tried to pacify her,”  my mother said.  “But she’s been crying from the time she arrived.”

“What are you going to do about the divorce?”

She frowned.  “I’m worried about that too.”

“I think it would be good to divorce that drunkard, once and for all.”

“Then what will the world say?”  asked my mother. 

“Hang the world! She can marry another good guy,”  I suggested.

“She is now thirty-four and do you think any one will come forward to marry a divorced woman?”

“Then what are we to do?”

My mother smiled.  “I love my little sister.  I want her to be happy.”

“But how can she be happy with this divorce looming over her head?”

“She’s going to stay here for sometime,”  she said.  “Share your room with her.  Don’t go down and sleep in the hall.”

I was astonished that my mother would suggest that.  But I did not object.  I loved to be with Charulatha.

“I don’t want others to know that you are sharing the room with Charu, especially, the servant girl.  That’s why I packed her off to her village.”

“Ammé, there’s only one bed,”  I said.

“Well, the bed is large enough for both of you,”  she said.  I thought I saw a twinkle in her eye and wisp of a smile.

I was perturbed.  I was apprehensive that my father would object.  “What will thaathaa say?”  I asked.

“Your thaathaa and I discussed the problem, after Charu came,”  she said.  “It’s he who suggested this arrangement in the first place.  ‘Charu is young when compared to you,’ he said.  ‘I can never be an adequate companion to pep her up; only a youngster like our Puthaa can do it -- bring happiness to a young grieving woman.’ I too feel the same. 

“Now, she is depressed, feels miserable and dejected.  When you go to your room now, you’ll find out for yourself.  Puthaa, take her out to the beach, movies and dances.  Make her feel happy and regain her old self.”

            “How can I…? What am I supposed to do?”  I asked my mother.

            My mother smiled benevolently.  “Do what ever you can.  She’s your aunt; my little sister.  I know you love her more than anyone else and she confides in you.  Find out what makes her tick.  And do what you can to bring her out from the miserable mental state she is now in.  You have our blessings.  Please make my little sister happy.  I beseech you, dear.”

            I felt happy that I had such loving parents.  I was their only son and they trusted in my resources.

Part II

I switched on the light of my bedroom.  Charulatha was sleeping on my bed.  She woke up; squinted and recognized me.  She smiled and said, “Hi, Puthaa.” 

 “When did you come, Charu?”  I asked.  Though she was twelve years older than me, she liked to be called her by name.

She was wide awake now.  “In the evening after you had gone to the movie with your friends,”  she said.  She looked beautiful as ever in her midi sleeveless nightie.

I sat on the bed, beside her, and removed my shoes.  “Has uncle come with you?”  I asked as if I was not aware of her predicament. 

Her eyes swelled with tears.  “He didn’t…come.”  She started crying.

I felt sorry for her.  I embraced her.  She placed her head on my shoulders and sobbed.  “Oh, Puthaa, he wants to divorce me.”  I fondled her dark tresses gently. 

Just then my mother entered the room.  She sat beside her little sister who was finding solace by clinging on to my warm body.  Fondling Charulatha’s back my mother said “Nangee, why are you crying?  We are here for you.  Our Puthaa loves you dearly.  So, why should you worry?  He’ll be by your side to comfort you, especially in the night when you’ll feel lonely.  So, I’ve asked him to share the room with you.”   

            Charulatha raised her head and looked at her eldest sister who looked benignly at her.  “Thank you, Akkaa.  You’re very understanding.”  She hugged my mother and kissed both her cheeks.  Charulatha then turned to me and said, “I love you….  I love my Puthaa....  Akkaa I love him….  Puthaa, I want you to comfort me.  Will you? I love you….”  She held my head in her arms and pressed them to her breasts. 

My mother smiled.  “I’m happy that my little Nangee is happy now.  Now, I can go to my bed and sleep peacefully.  I know that my Puthaa will take care of my darling Nangee!”  She walked out of our bedroom beaming with joy.

Part III

After my mother left, we remained still hugging each other.  My aunt looked at me pathetically with tears streaming down.  I kissed her cheeks and gently lapped her salty tears.  After a while we released each other. 

My aunt felt embarrassed.  “Puthaa, I’m sorry for my outburst,”  she said.

“I understand Charu,”  I said.  “Any woman in your state would do the same.”

“Now, go and change,”  she said.

I took my sarong and went to the attached bathroom.  I removed my clothes.  After taking a cold shower, I toweled myself and changed into my sarong.  As soon as I came out of the bathroom, my aunt went inside and I could hear her pee.  After flushing the toilet she came out and took the towel from me and went inside the bathroom. 

I heard the shower running.  After about ten minutes she came out with my towel wrapped around her body.  I could see a tad of her dark pussy and she knew it.  “Puthaa, the shower has refreshed me,”  she said.  “Now, I feel fresh.”

She asked me to place her suitcase on the bed and open it for her.  I did.  She pointed to a nightie.  I gave it to her. 

“Do you want a bra and panty?”  I asked her innocently.

“No,”  she grinned.  “Don’t be silly.  I’m not going anywhere now.”  She went to the bathroom to change. 

I closed the suitcase and pushed it under the bed.  I put a pillow against the headboard and leaned on it waiting for my aunt to come to bed.  She came out of the bathroom tugging down her nightie coyly.  She quickly went directly to the dressing table and sat on the stool.  After untying the knot on her head she let her tresses fall free.  Taking the talcum powder she sprinkled her body generously.

Then she stood up.  I looked at her stupefied.  Her nightie just came down to her middle thigh.  She approached the bed swaying her hip seductively.  Her ample breasts bounced and I watched her get on to the bed with my mouth agape.  When she moved her leg, I again saw a bit of her dark down on her mound.  My prick started stirring and Charulatha saw the tent it made in my sarong and smiled wistfully.

“Shall I switch off the lights?”  I asked her.

“Yes.  But let the night lamp be,”  she said with a sly smile.  “I’d like to be assured that you are there near me… when I need you most.” 

I switched off the tube light and let the night lamp glow.  When I came to the bed, she was still seated.  I placed my hand on her shoulder and gently pushed her on the bed and tucked a pillow under her head.  Her hand brushed against my erect cock and I was thrilled.  I got into my side of the bed leaving a substantial gap between us.

The bulb that was glowing was a bit too bright to be called a night lamp.  My aunt turned towards me and I could see that she was staring at me.  I saw her breasts heave.

After a while she stretched both her hands and said, “Puthaa, hold me in your arms please.”

I was happy.  I edged towards her and she came into my arms.  She cradled her head on my shoulder with her nose buried in my armpits.  Just then, from the corner of my eye, I saw my mother tip-toeing into our room.  I whispered to Charulatha, “Ammé is online.”  We closed our eyes and feigned sleep.  Mother came near our bed and saw her sister in a compromising position.  I was feeling nervous and expected her to wake me up and scold me for being too intimate with her sister.  What my mother did next astounded me.

My mother slowly pulled down my sarong from my hip exposing my prick.

"What a monster," she murmured to herself.

Next she pulled her sister’s nightie up to her tummy and pressed the exposed thighs a bit wide exposing her cunt.  She then spat on her forefinger and inserted it slowly into her sister’s cunt and then withdrew it.  Being satisfied that her sister’s cunt was sufficiently moist, she gently took my right hand and placed it on Charulatha’s cunt.  She spat on my middle finger and slowly inserted it into her sister’s cunt.  Charulatha’s cunt was warm and slippery wet with excitement.  My mother then took her sister’s left hand and placed it on my erect cock.  Charulatha imperceptibly tightened her grip. 

My mother looked at her handiwork at playing cupid -- Her son’s middle finger in her sister’s cunt; and her sister’s hand grasping her son’s erect cock.  Satisfied, she went out of the room and closed the door.  I heard her bolt the door from outside.

I opened one eye slightly and satisfied that my mother had truly left the room, I opened my other one.  Aunt Charulatha also did likewise.  We laughed silently at each other.  My finger was still in her cunt and she had my cock in a firm grip.  I started to fuck her with my finger and she started to shake my cock up and down rhythmically.  She leaned forward and placed her lips on mine.  I opened my mouth as her tongue plunged in.

We both understood what my kind mother had in her mind to save her little sister Charulatha’s marriage.  It was incest but it was the only solution that she and my father could think of.

            We both were tired: I after my drinking bout; and she from traveling.  I don’t know when sleep over took us.

© Peker O' Tool, 2003

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