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Title: Pradip and his Mother Archana
Translator: Tapas Ghosh
Editor: Ghulam Shamsher Osmani Bangalistani
Author: Abhijit Dutta
Source: Bengali Evening Magazine, Salt Lake, Calcutta.
Codes: inc, anal, indian, bengali, hist, hirs, hair
Category: Bengali, Mader-chod
Date of Composition: 18th century AD
Date of Translation: 23rd Dec. 1999
[ Translated from a Bengali erotic booklet, which is in turn
based on an old folktale dating back to the 18th century. ]
It was a hot day in Paschim Bangla [1]. Pradip Saha was
sitting outside his own house, just near the low open window
of his parents' bedroom. A big mango tree stood there, and he
could hide amongst the big leaves without being detected. He
was eagerly waiting for something. Finally, he saw his mother
Archana Saha enter the room. Archana had just finished
cooking the mid-day meal. She was a fashionable Bengali lady
of the general Arya Boishya [2] caste, the predominant caste
of Bengal, Hence she was naturally fair, possessing a clear
light-orange skin complexion with long straight black hair
and big eyes. In addition, she always used heavy make-up,
wearing thick lipstick and heavy bangles, considerably
enhancing her natural beauty. Her hair was tied in a big
khopa [3] on her head, and she wore a bright red sari.
Pradip focussed his eyes on the room, knowing that his
mother would soon undress for her bath. He was sexually
attracted to his mother Archana. He had seen her naked quite
a few times from this very position and regularly masturbated
fantasising about her. As a young teenage boy, he had only
had sex once, with a fair Assamese prostitute of the town.
His father was a merchant, of the same Bengali caste as his
mother, and was away most of the time, selling clothes across
the far-flung towns of Paschim Bengal. This enabled Pradip
to spy on his mother unhindered.
Archana walked to the center of the room. There, she doffed
her outer head-covering, exposing her belly. Being a typical
Bengali lady, she wore her sari much below her navel. Pradip
looked closely at her fair belly. There was a layer of fat
which gathered all the sweat from her upper body, glistening
in the heat. Bengali ladies took much care to obtain such a
fat layer as this was prized by Bengali men. So they ate
abundant rosh-gola sweets and misthi-dohi [4] in order to get
these wonderful fat layers on their bellies. Pradip smacked
his lips, imagining himself licking the sweat beads off her
belly. Facing the mirror, she then bit her fat lips and bent
her hands behind her back to untie her blouse. When she
finished, her big breasts popped loose. Since she was
sweating profusely, her breasts glistened in the diffuse
sun-light entering the room. His erection at full length,
Pradip loosened his trouser-string and started to pump his
penis.
Abruptly Archana unwrapped the red sari from her body,
throwing it onto the bed in the center. Now fully naked, she
turned away from him, and her fat round buttocks came into
his full view. Her wonderful ass was fairer than the rest of
her orange-coloured body. Pradip pumped his penis faster as
he saw her wonderful buttocks, her unshaven backside. No
Bengali woman ever shaved her ass or vulva, as their men-folk
preferred women with hair on their buttocks, around the
vagina and even in the armpits. Hairiness in women was
considered highly erotic. Archana then bent down to place her
bangles onto the bed. As she did so, her buttock-cheeks
opened, giving Pradip a deeper view of her pod. The fleshy
lips of her hairy gud [5] also came into view. Pradip's eyes
nearly popped out as he looked deep into her pod, observing
its every detail. Her anus was brownish-black, and there was
abundant hair around it.
Archana then stood upright again. She raised one of her
arms, exposing her hairy armpit. Pradip saw the big bush of
black hair under her armpit. Pradip had never seen anything
so arousing in his life. He stroked his hard penis imagining
how tasty it would be to lick the sweat out from his mother's
armpit hair. Then, with her other hand Archana stroked the
hairs inside her armpit. She brought this hand close to her
nose close and smelled it. Then she sat back on the bed,
facing the window and directly in front of Pradip, who could
clearly see her heavy orange breasts.
On the bed, she spread her knees outwards, exposing her
hairy vagina to Pradip's view once again. He stepped back
slightly to avoid detection. Yet, he observed her hairy lips
open slightly, and peered deep into her orifice, wishing he
could stick his penis into her gud. Whenever he masturbated,
he was painfully aware of the small size of his penis. He
realised his was slighly below average when he compared it
with some of his friends. Because of this, he was scared of
making love with Bengali girls of his own age. But now,
Pradip was in heaven, staring at his mother's hairy vagina as
she sat on the bed in front of him. For a moment, Archana
stroked her thighs. Then she pulled one foot to her face and
buried her nose into the sole, smelling it. Pradip gasped,
"Shala !" and stroked his penis harder when he saw this,
imagining how it would be to smell her feet. He had never
seen his mother do such things to herself. Apparently happy
with its smell, she repeated the same with her other foot.
Then, with her right hand she picked up a sharp cutting
instrument and started to cut her toe-nails. Pradip wiped his
tongue over his lips, telling himself that he would not just
smell her feet, he would lick and suck her toes and the soles
of her lovely feet as well. His penis was now at full
erection, and almost bursting. After a long time, Archana
stood up from the bed, looking at her pretty feet with a
content look.
Yet, the surprise was not over. Archana then did something
very taboo for a sophisticated upper-caste Bengali lady like
herself.
Archana turned towards the bed, once again showing her big
ass, her wonderful pod, to her own son. She slowly brought
her left index finger with a long red nail near her
wondrously fat buttocks. With this long finger she gently
scratched her anus. Slowly, she inserted the finger into her
butt-hole until it was half-way inside. Then, pausing for a
while, she started to poke it in and out. Her index finger
moved in a circular fashion inside her gand. She continued
this activity for a short while, moaning softly. After this
depraved act he brought her finger out and smelled it holding
it near her nose.
Pradip gasped out aloud at this, violently pulling on his
erect pulinga. "Shala, she stuck her finger into her payu !"
he whispered to himself as he erupted in a hard orgasm. He
had never seen anything to exciting in his life. "I would
stick my finger into her gand, and then smell it and lick
it," Pradip told himself as the last drops of sperm dripped
out of his convulsing pulinga onto the earth below.
Apparently satisfied with the perfume of her anus, Archana
stood up and went into the bathroom to take a bath. Pradip
stepped back and leaned against the tree, exhausted by his
violent orgasm. As he slowly returned to normal, he got a
brilliant idea. His face lit up as he realised that he had
just thought of a way of tricking his mother into having sex
with him. First, he would try to seduce her, showing her his
penis and talling her that he needed her badly and that papa
was away. If she agreed, then his greatest wish was
fulfilled, but if she rejected him, he would try to play sad
and hurt. He would tell her that he would never marry any
girl, and that his mother did not like him because of his
small penis. Yes - the small size of his penis could be put
to his advantage. He knew his mother would have compassion
upon him, and would yield.
Realising that he must act fast, he climbed through the
window and went onto his mother's bed. Stripping off all his
clothes, he seated himself there, stroking his erection. He
dreamed of what he was going to do. He would have to chood
his mother, come what may. He must do all the things she did
- he must smell and suck her wonderful feet, he must lick her
hairy armpits, he must stick his finger into her butt-hole
and smell and lick it. And if his mother liked putting her
little finger into her anus, she would definitely feel better
if he put his dhon into it. Pradip smiled, thanking heaven
that his mother did these strange things. Good that she is
not a prude. Pradip stroked his penis to a renewed erection.
When his mother came out of the bathroom, she was
completely naked, save for a towel wrapped on her head. She
was surprised to see her son fully naked, pumping his
erection.
"Pradip, what are you doing ?" she gasped in horror as she
realised the gravity of the situation.
"Ma, I my bara became all hard because I saw you naked,"
Pradip replied. "See how hard it is ? I want to stick my dhon
into your gud, Ma."
"So you have been watching me all this time-wime, you naughty
boy ?" Archana asked.
"Yes, ma, and my dhon is so hard because of that," Pradip
grinned. "I want to stick it into your gud."
"You cannot do that, Pradip. I am your mother, your ma."
"No, ma. I have to chood you," Pradip replied.
"No, Pradip, it is wrong."
"Ma, you are saying that because you think I have a small
dhon."
"No, Pradip, I am saying it because you are my son, and I
cannot do such a thing with you," Archana replied.
"That is not the reason, ma. You don't want to chood me
because I have a small dhon," Pradip complained.
"No, Pradip. I did not say that."
"Yes, ma, that is the reason. Nobody wants to chood me
because of my small linga," Pradip said with a slight gesture
of sorrow on his face. "I will never marry a girl, because I
have such a small one, she will make fun of me."
"That is not true, Pradip. We will find a nice Bengali girl
to marry you. A girl never makes fun of her husband's dhon,
no matter what size it is, Pradip. Bengali girls worship
their husbands as devatas."
"Ma, I don't want any other girl. They are so immature and
silly. I want a fat lady like you. I want you, ma.," Pradip
stated. "Papa has been away for so many days, and he will be
away for so many more. It is not good that you should be
without a dhon for so long," Pradip said.
"If you think you are going to fool me into letting your dhon
into my gud, then you are mistaken, young bajat chela [6] !"
Archana shouted.
"Ma, it is the duty of a mother to make her son as happy as
possible. It is stated so in the holy books of our dharma. If
you do not let me chood you, ma, you will be insulting me
about the small size of my dhon," Pradip reasoned. He
waited, but his mother just kept quiet. He had to go to the
next step.
"I swear that I will never marry if you do not let me chood
you ma, and I will tell the whole world that it is because my
mother insulted me." Pradip announced loudly. "I am serious
ma, I will not marry if you do not let me chood you. That is
the only way I can gain the confidence to make love to my
future wife."
At this his mother became somewhat shocked and puzzled. He
could tell she was seriously considering what to do because
she bit her thick coral-red lips as she thought. She looked
at his penis, and Pradip could tell that she was slightly
aroused as she stared at it. After a long hesitation, she
finally relented.
"Well, fine Pradip. I will let you chood me, but you must
take back your promise not to marry," Archana reasoned as
Pradip smiled in triumph. "But, there is one condition I lay
down," Archana said.
"What is that, ma ?"
"I do not want to get pregnant by you. You can only chood
your dhon into my pod, not into my gud," Archana announced.
Pradip could not believe his ears. "I agree, ma ! That is
what I really wanted to do in any case !"
"What ? You would have chood my pod of your own free will ?"
Archana asked in astonishment.
"Ha, ma. It was my deepest desire." Pradip replied,
realising then that his father had probably never done it to
her from behind.
Archana smiled, and dropped the towel around her waist.
Fully naked, she turned towards the bed, sitting down on her
hands and knees like a bitch in heat, like a kutti, sticking
her fat buttocks into the air.
"Now, you horomjada ! Chood my pod ! Come on you bastard,
fuck my butt-hole !"
Pradip did not need to be asked again. He immediately rushed
to his mother's buttocks and started to lick the fat cheeks.
Archana groaned and moaned in pleasure.
"Beta, chata your mother's gand. Gand lehan koro ! Lick my
ass ! Chata it hard, you lehankari [7] !" she exclaimed in
passion. Egged on by his mother, Pradip fell to licking
harder and harder, until he had completely sucked up all the
sweat covering her large pitha, her ass.
"Chata my pod ! Lick my ass-hole !" Archana ordered, and
Pradip immediately buried his nose into her butt-crevice and
inserted his tongue between her butt-cheeks. He licked around
her anus, her hot pod, savouring the pungent taste and then,
realising that it was the best thing he had ever tasted, he
inserted his tongue fully into it, sapping up all her anal
juices. Archana groaned.
Pradip continued to lick his mother's pod until he had
fully satisfied himself. Then he stood up besides the bed,
and started to massage his member to maxiumum hardness. He
used some of his own saliva to moisten the surface. His shaft
glistening, he placed it at the entrance to her pod, and
slowly rubbed it up and down along the crack. He then asked
Archana,
"Did papa never put his dhon into your pod, ma ?"
"No, he never did it, and no man has ever done this to me.
That horomjada said it was a dirty thing to do, and even a
dirty thing to think of. He called me a maagi and said that
such things were only done by Musalman men. But I wanted this
more than anything in the world, because pod-chood gives me
more satisfaction than even gud-chood. I was even willing to
cuckold your father for this reason."
"Why is that, ma ?"
"All women want it in the pod some time or the other, Pradip.
And some women even prefer it in the pod, especially moti
gori Bengali women. I needed it so badly, but your papa would
never do it. So I had to use my finger instead," Archana
replied.
"That is why you stuck your finger into your pod before
taking bath, ma ?" Pradip asked.
"Yes, Pradip. Now, you are driving me wild by rubbing your
dhon against my pod. Stick it in right now ! Maro my pod !
Fuck my ass !" Archana shouted.
As Pradip listened to his mother's secret desire, his penis
had become rock-hard despite his previous ejaculation. Fully
erect, he slowly shoved it into her tight and hot anus.
"Pradip, my son, no man chood my pod before you. So please go
slowly. Your dhon is not small, whatever you may think. Most
men are of your size, Pradip, so you might hurt me if you go
to quickly. Please go slowly," Archana cautioned him.
Slowly he pushed his dhon into her pod, deeper and deeper
until it was all the way in. Archana gasped in amazement.
"Shala ! You have chood your dhon fully into my pod ! This is
the first time ! I love you, Pradip !" Then she sighed a few
sighs of intense relief and shouted, "Chela, chood your ma !
Fuck your mother ! Uski gaand mar ! Hump her ass ! Uski moti
gori gaand ko chood. Meri moti gori gaand ko chood ! Fuck my
fat white ass, Pradip !"
Encouraged thus by his mother, Pradip pumped his penis in
and out of her anus, thrusting his dhon all the way into her
and almost pulling it out at the end. He became more and more
vigorous until his mother said, "Pradip, calm down. Don't be
too eager, you will eject too early. Chood my pod slowly.
Going slowly is more important than the size of a dhon. If
you chood a woman slowly and for long, she will love you more
than a man with a huge linga. Remember that when you choed
your wife after you get married."
Pradip then slowed down his rhythm. She was right, he
thought. He had committed the mistake of ejaculating too
early with the slit-eyed Assamese prostitute he had visited
two years back. That had caused much frustration for him. He
must not repeat that mistake now. He clenched his teeth as he
pumped his penis in and out.
Archana then told him, "Bend forward, onto my back and grab
hold of my stan, touch my baksha." [8] Pradip leaned onto his
mother's back and did as he was told. Caressing her breasts,
she once again said, "Press my bat, press it with your two
fingers," and Pradip pressed her teats with his fingers.
Archana moaned loudly. She lifted her arm, smiling at Pradip.
He buried his face into it, licking her hair as he continued
to pump in and out of her butt-hole.
When Pradip ejactulated into his mother's anus, she had
already orgasmed three times. Exhausted, they rolled onto the
bed. As Archana closed her eyes and fell asleep, she quietly
moaned to the dozing Pradip, "Pradip, you are a great
maha-choodu, fit to bed with a maharani." Then they both fell
asleep, totally satisfied.
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Footnotes:
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[1] Paschim Bangla or Bangla Bhoomi denotes Western Bengal,
which has preserved its ancient culture in contrast to the
Islamicised eastern Bengal - modern Bangladesh which
Islamic fundamentalists prefer to call `Bangistan'.
[2] The Vaishya or merchant caste.
[3] Khopa refers to the bun.
[4] Mishti Dohi is Sweet Curd and Rosh Golla is a Bengali
sweet-meat.
[5] - For the edification of non-Bengali readers, a short
Bengali slang glossary.
pod = `butt-hole', slang for the anus; the buttocks,
gud = `cunt', `vagina',
dhon = `cock',
guhya, payu = anus.
pith = The back; the rear.
chata = `to lick',
leha = `to lick'
pod-chood = `butt-fucking',
gud-chood = `cunt-fucking'
chela = `boy'
baksha = `boob', stan = `a breast'
pulinga = penis
bara = penis
horomjada = `bastard', Bengali lacks the `z', transforming
the Persian `haramzada' into `horomjada'
maderchod = `mother-fucker'
[6] Bajat chela, means `bad boy' in Bengali.
[7] chata = to lick,
lehankari = licker
[8] breasts = baksha, stan, kuch
tit = bat
THE END
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