*
Six months back, she happened to witness a cow-bull fuck. On the way back home from temple, she was passing by a cow shed. An adolescent servant boy, inside the shed, was leading a bull to mount on a cow. Santha’s legs pulled her to a stop, but she moved a bit forward under the shade of a tree to pretend a respite. The boy brought the young bull behind the cow. The bull sniffed the cunt of the cow and bared its teeth. It sniffed so at it a few times. The cow stood still willingly. A thin stream of mucus could be seen shining out of its cunt. As the bull smelled on, its cock ejected itself out of its sheath. Then the bull mounted the cow and buried its cock deep into the cunt of the cow. The cow bellowed, ‘Mmmaaaahhh’, but bore up. Discharging its seeds in, the bull dismounted the shaky cow.
At that instant, an elderly man in clean dress entered the shed and shouted at the boy.
– Hey, what is it that you’re trying to do with the cow?
– It was in heat, sir. You can see it by the sticky fluid out of its reproducing organ.
– So?
– So, I made the bull mounted her.
– Idiot! The bull is this cow’s own calf. Don’t you know that?
– Is it? But, baron, it went smooth.
– Nonsense! Go and mount your mother; it’ll go smooth too.
– Aren’t you the one, sir, doing it already?
– What do you mean, boy?
– I’ve seen it, you mounting mine mom.
– Then don’t drum it out, you fool.
Santha felt wetness between her legs. All of a sudden clouds gathered above and a chill wind shook her to awareness. She hurried away to her home.
That night she threw one of her legs over her husband’s thighs and invited him for a fuck. But he snarled at her saying, they had grown up children fit enough to get married and it was not right to have sex. She begged him to comply only once. On her persistence he agreed at last, but his cock didn’t lift its head at all. She took it in her mouth and sucked at it until her jaws started aching, but it didn’t stir. Frustrated, she turned her back to him and wept.
*
And after six months, in this night in a lodge room, in another town, she had quenched her thirst; doused the fire that scorched her cunt by none other than her own son; his steel stiff cock, double the size of his father’s.
– Bala darling.
– Mmmm.
– Thank you, darling.
– For what, mum?
– For the fuck. I never had one like this in my whole life, my boy.
– I’m happy to know that I’ve satisfied you, mom. But you were fantastic.
– You liked it with me?
– Mum, I loved it.
– More than with Suma?
– Mummy!?
– I know it, thief.
– How?
– I viewed it with my own eyes.
– When?
– When I wondered what a brother and sister would do behind a closed door.
– Mum…why didn’t you prevent us then?
– I wanted to, but I couldn’t.
– Means…
– I myself was sex starved, then, with your dad became useless. Seeing the size of your cock splitting your sister’s little cunt in two, I wanted to rush in, relieve her and render you my big hole.
– Mom!?
– And I was dreaming and scheming all these days.
– Really?
– And today, your foolish decision to die would’ve left my dreams dead.