Heavenly Mother

It was a dark and stormy night. Rain was coming down in sheets and wind was sweeping it around furiously. Doors and windows were trembling against the onslaught of both air and water; as was Nitin because of the resulting cold.

It was a dreadful night. The blanket over him was not thick enough to keep the cold from seeping in and the small electric heater next to his bed was too weak to keep anything warm. There was a certain comfort in the red glow coming from the single heating spring, only to be overshadowed every now and then by the bright lightning.

He was counting his heartbeats to keep his attention away from the roaring thunder and to occupy his thoughts with something other than the weather. Even at the age of 22, ferocity of nature was unsettling.

Somewhere along the way the cold became even more biting. When his body started to shiver in an effort to instinctively warm itself, he realized that the red glow from the heater was no more. Electricity had gone.

He curled himself into as tight a fetal position as he could; wrapped himself from all around to minimize the cold coming inside the blanket and started praying. Night was more than half way over and rain wasn't showing any signs of subsiding.

Somewhere between the knocking of windows, clapping of the thunder, and banging of the rain on the doors, he heard a creak. Then a hand shook him through the blanket and he heard his mother saying, "Move over Nitin so I can get in with you."

Kalpana was unable to stay in her room after the electricity had gone. She didn't like the noise and the cold. Ever since her childhood, a stormy night had to be spent with someone else in bed with her. There was comfort from cold and there was moral support against the fury of the nature.

She had shivered her way over to Nitin's room, despite being covered by her own blanket. She had managed to stay out of the rain, but the wind had made the blanket wet by bringing rain to her. No matter, she thought, we'll just put the wet side on top so it doesn't touch our bodies.

She hurriedly pulled one side of the blanket that was covering Nitin. The cold chill hit him like a slab of cement. She quickly got inside and spread her own blanket on top of his and they both quickly sealed off all sides. Her teeth were chattering as she mumbled, "I think God is real angry tonight."

They were lying side by side; his right hand keeping the blankets sealed tight on his side. She on the other hand was too busy warming her hands. She blew the warm air from her mouth and then stuck them together and held them between her thighs as is the custom to quickly warm one's hands. He put his hand under her head so as to seal the other side as well. She turned towards him and snuggled into him with her head on his shoulder, her one knee under his left leg and the other over it.

Thus in that cosy pose, with whatever little body heat they had, along with the double layer of blankets, they started to feel a little less cold. As they started to feel better and better, it became easier to snuggle a little tighter and feel a lot warmer.

In addition to the warmth, there was a lot of softness to her body that felt very comforting to Nitin---motherly comforting, that is. Kalpana also felt safe and secure with him and yes, comforted as well. Once the cold was dealt with properly, it didn't take too long for them to doze off. Somewhere during the night, the electricity came back.

Next morning, Nitin's mind woke up before his body did, which was exhausted from the night's ordeal. He stayed in bed, eyes closed, limbs extended, wanting to extract a little more warmth out of the blanket. His mornings are usually very pleasant because he always wakes up with a hard on and the memory of a dream or two that preceded it. Sometimes he even holds it in his hands just feeling the softness of his own fingers and palms through the cotton material of his clothing. This morning turned out to be more pleasant than usual. His hands were feeling softer than ever.

He stretched his body and pushed his dick a little more into the palms, trying to cover more of it, when his eyes opened with a snap. He froze with shock as he realized that he was pushing his cock between his mother's butt cheeks.

Events of last night came flooding into his brain. He remembered how his mother had ended up in bed with him so they could stay warm through the cold night. Only he had woken up with his cock pressed between her buttocks. She was still asleep from the look of things. He held his pose, fearing that any movement may wake her up and make her realize that her son's dick was pressed into her ass.

It was a mistake though, to hold his pose because her softness was making things even harder. His twenty-two year old cock was wedged between her cheeks, hard as a rock, and now throbbing because of the pressure his blood was putting into it.

Slowly and gently he started to pull himself away and his cock out of her ass. The movement of her butt around his shaft felt wonderful as the guilt of rubbing against his own mother overwhelmed him. Finally, after a while, he was out and turned onto his back, thankful she hadn't woken up and realized what was happening. He lay there quiet and still, fighting his brain as it tried to remember the softness of her butt on his cock, while feeling guilty over what had happened.

The sky had emptied itself overnight and the sun was smiling through occasional clouds here and there. The day was starting to feel warm as the sun heated up the cement walls and cement floors of their Indian city. Kalpana squirmed and stretched soon after Nitin had freed himself from her softness, and got out of bed, unaware of what he had experienced. Although a slight feel of pressure in her backside did puzzle her, but she was still groggy from the tiring night, so she didn't make much of it.

A mother's position in Indian culture is very high, as it is in other cultures. Indians, however, go a litter farther and put her next to God. As a matter of fact, in his religion, God is also a mother. The relationship is so holy that to have sexual thoughts about one's mother is sacrilegious in a very serious way. While Nitin felt embarrassed and ashamed on one hand, he couldn't deny the arousal he felt every time he thought of his cock wedged between his mother's cheeks. Her ass was soft and warm and wonderful.

He was torn between guilt and good feelings, between shame and sensuality, and between what would in a nutshell be hell and heaven, well, actually, coming back in next life in a higher form or lower. There was something to be thankful, though, that Kalpana was unaware of any of it. He was fighting his own battle.

She decided to play it safe the following night and got into bed with him before they were forced to do so like the previous night. It made sense to prepare for another night of punishing cold and earth shattering rain. Two blankets on the bed, two heaters on the sides, and two bodies to provide defence against the weather. They both felt joyous at the arrangement and settled into his comfortable and warm bed. The red glow of two heaters kept them entertained as shadows danced on the walls. They made small talk and spoke of many things, with many long periods of silence. Nitin was aware of Kalpana's soft body pressed against his own, but was determined to keep those thoughts out of his head.

Somewhere during one of those long silences, she dozed off. He had trouble falling asleep, though, because of an erection that just wouldn't go away. Lightning, thunder, rain, and wind started their rhythm and dance show and eventually lulled him to sleep.

He woke up with a hard on; probably the same one that he went to sleep with. Only this time it really were his palms and fingers that were around it and not his mother's buttocks. He felt relieved, and a little disappointed. She was fast asleep but he was awake and some distance away from her, even though she was facing away from him and he was facing her.

She was fast asleep and he was hard. The previous night, he had rolled into her and his hard on had wedged into her crack. This night there was no wedging; his cock was clear of her crack. He could have rolled into her and woken up to the same sweet sensations, but he didn't. He could have, but he didn't.

The idea came with the same speed as the light show from the night. He could...mind you...still roll around...and find himself wedged in her ass.

She was fast asleep and he was fully awake. He decided to keep his eyes closed, keep his breathing deep and rhythmic, and position himself against her so that he could experience that guilt ridden pleasure. Sure he felt like crap for what he was thinking; even ashamed of himself; but still went ahead and slowly moved his body into position.

He held his cock and extended it straight out and as far as it would go. Then he started moving his middle towards her with the slightest of movements forward. It took almost an eternity but eventually he felt the tip touch her butt. Only it touched away from the crack and firmly onto her cheek. As slowly as he had moved forward, he moved back, repositioned himself and started that tortuous journey forward again.

This time the tip of his cock touched right between her cheeks and as a bonus, at the meatiest part of her ass. He held his breath as he held his cock barely touching her. Just that little contact was enough to make Nitin's blood rush hard. He kept listening to her breathing to see if he had disturbed her. Apparently he hadn't. Kalpana was still fast asleep.

After holding it there for a few long minutes, he became a little bold and pushed it in slightly. Her cheeks parted against the pressure and his head moved in a little further between the meat. Still, there didn't seem to be any disturbance in her sleep. He was rock hard and throbbing like crazy. His blood was concentrated into his cock. His thinking became a little skewed and he decided to go a little farther in.

His cock separated her butt cheeks and his head went right in between them. His cock was thick and big so it made her cheeks part quite a lot. She squirmed at this invasion. He panicked. He didn't know if he should pull it out quickly or what. She was waking up. His cock was pressed into her ass. He was puzzled.

Kalpana woke up to the sensation of something nudging on her behind. She didn't know what was happening as she was still half-asleep, but it didn't take long for her to realize that there was something pressed between her butt cheeks. The thickness and the shape was clearly that of a penis and since she was in bed with Nitin, it had to be his penis. Nitin's penis was between her butt cheeks; the realization made her tense up instantly. Her son's penis was in her ass. She couldn't believe it.

As she tensed, her cheeks clinched and squeezed on the head of that penis. She froze in her place not knowing what to do. She didn't think he was doing it on purpose; after all, he was her son. There is no way a son would be poking his mother with his cock. It must have been accidental, as he seemed to be fast asleep. The problem was that his penis had wedged in so much that if she tried to pull away, it would wake him up. She didn't want him to wake up and find his mother's ass around his penis. What would he then think?

She relaxed her body and pulled forward ever so slightly. The penis seemed to slide out easily. She kept pulling forward until it came out from between her cheeks and was free on its own. She breathed a sigh of relief as Nitin didn't wake up during all that. She couldn't believe they had entwined so much during their sleep that such a pose was achieved. She blamed herself mostly because it was her idea to get into bed with him, but what with the cold and all. She was only thankful that he was not aware of such a sexual contact between the two of them. What would he have thought?

As she lay there thinking about the incident, she could clearly feel the pressure of his cock on the inside of her cheeks. Even though the penis was out, the pressure made it seem like it was still there. She couldn't help but wonder how big her boy had grown. Then she scolded herself for thinking that way. His penis had felt really warm. She scolded herself again when the thought passed through her mind that he had a one bar heater in case electricity went again.

She finally got up and went to her own room. She locked the room from inside and then rubbed the place where his penis had pressed, as if to get rid of the feelings left behind. The sensation of that warm thing just wouldn't rub off.

Nitin breathed a sigh of relief when his mother left. He was lucky he didn't get caught. He did wonder, though, what his mother must have thought but then from the way she had pulled herself away and gone to her own room made him think that may be she just considered it an accident.

At one time he was awake and she was asleep. At other time, she was awake and he was asleep, even though Nitin was awake both times, but Kalpana thought otherwise. There was a common denominator to both incidents. His penis had been wedged in her ass. This changed things a little. It was no longer a mother in bed with her son. It was Kalpana in bed with Nitin with a penis. Nitin was no longer her innocent little boy. He was a man with a penis. She didn't know how to deal with the issue. She could no longer hug him or cuddle with him like she used to. He had a penis.

It sounded a little ridiculous to her because she should have known, but up until now, she only thought of her boy as a penis-less boy. Now that there was a penis, things had to change. Things did change. She didn't want to get back into bed with him again. His penis would be there with him, and boy, was it hard. She scolded herself for thinking how hard his penis had felt. How warm it had felt. Then...she screamed at herself when she thought how nice it had felt. Shame on you, Kalpana, she said to herself. You are a disgrace to a mother's pure relationship with her son. You are thinking of him as if he was not born from your own womb.

The difference between a man out of her own womb and that from someone else's womb was that the first could not enter her womb after coming out of it. That's why she panicked. The thought of Nitin entering her womb with his penis sent her running to the statue of her god and ask for forgiveness for such unholy thoughts.

Nitin was going through similar thoughts. He couldn't help but remember the softness of her ass and the nice feelings he received when his penis slid out of it. It wasn't too much of a stretch to think what it would feel like to slide out of her other side. He couldn't stop himself from picturing his penis in his mother's pussy. Then he too ran to the statue of his god to ask forgiveness for his thoughts.

Rainy nights came and rainy nights went. Kalpana did not dare go to his bed. They both endured freezing cold weather but they stayed away from each other. It wasn't he who stayed away. It was she who did not come to his bed as before. She was afraid of being in bed with his penis, lest it may come in contact with her again. He knew that she probably knew what he had done, that's why she was staying away. He felt even worst.

Another dark and stormy night came to that Indian city and Kalpana had to come to his bed. The weather was just too cold to be sleeping in her own bed. They needed to be together to fight the low temperatures.

Both were aware this time of the possibility of a sexual contact and both tried to stay away from making such a contact. Nitin being a young man with raging hormones couldn't stop the erection from coming. She couldn't help but think whether he was hard just by being in contact with her body. Both were thinking of the same thing. He was hard, he knew. Was he hard, she wanted to know.

Nitin turned away from her and lay on his side. She didn't want to turn her back on him so she turned towards him. A mother's bosom is most sacred thing about her. Her bosom was on his back. He was terrified of the punishment he was going to receive from the gods because her bosom was causing fire to be ignited in his being.

The softness of her breasts was wreaking havoc on his nerves. He was not only erect as a sword, he was horny as hell. Her breasts were feeling so good that he wanted to turn around and rub them all over his chest.

She eventually fell asleep. He kept waiting for her breathing to become deep and even. After an hour or so, she was in deep sleep. He then gently turned towards her, placed his arm over her and moved into a hug position. His cock was preceding him by many inches. Way before his chest came in contact with hers, his penis came in contact with the front of her thighs. He quickly adjusted himself and touched his mother right between her thighs with his dick.

She was sleeping, so he held her in his arm, both hugging slightly and his throbbing penis right on her pussy. He almost came with the realization that he was actually touching his mother's pussy through her clothes. Yes, he was in his clothes as well, but there was that contact that was unheard of from cultural and religious perspective.

Then came the urge. He placed his hand on her ass and pulled her inward as he pushed into her with the force to impale her through her clothes. It was an urge that he couldn't control. Once the cock was on a pussy, it had to go into that pussy. As simple as that.

The pressure he applied on her cunt was strong and she woke up almost instantly, only to find her son pushing his penis into her.

"Nitin," She called him. He continued pushing into her. "Nitin, wake up, Nitin, Nitin." She pulled his hand off of her butt and shook him. "Nitin, wake up."

Nitin woke with a start. "Wha...what...what happened?"

"I think you were having a dream of some sort." What else could it be?

"Really," He sat straight up. "What was I doing?"

"You were..." She had to think. What was she going to tell him? That he was pushing his dick into her pussy. How could she bring herself to even utter such nonsense. "You were convulsing." That's all she could manage to say.

"Sorry, mom. I hope I didn't disturb you."

She didn't say anything. She was too busy to calm herself down. Her son's dick was pushing on her pussy, God, what was happening? Was she so strong in her womanliness that even her own son was getting affected? Her body was causing her son to react in a sexual way, irrespective of the rightness or wrongness of the act.

His dick was really between her pussy lips. The thin cotton material was not enough to stop it just at the outset. He had actually pushed past the meaty part of her pussy and had succeeded in parting it just the way he had parted her butt. She even felt the pressure on her clit. She gasped with the realization that it had actually felt good until she came to her full senses and realized that it was her son creating those good feelings.

She decided that the best thing for her would be to never sleep in the same bed as Nitin again. She didn't want to temp him with her womanliness and make him react in a manner no son would dare to react.

When she didn't come to Nitin's bed the next night, Nitin decided to go to her bed. She couldn't really say no, after having gone to his bed so many times. She opened her blanket for him but kept it tugged between the two of them to make sure there was no physical contact between them.

He fell asleep soon and she breathed a sigh of relief. Knowing that he was sound asleep and there was a thin wall between them, she felt comfortable enough to fall asleep herself.

It was past midnight when Nitin lifted the wall and reached in to feel her. She was sound asleep and he could touch her without her waking up. Of course, the touch had to be gentle, but he managed to get his fill. First he rubbed his hands gently on her breasts and then on her belly. She didn't wake up. He even placed it on the mound between her thighs. She wasn't disturbed. He traced small lines on her pussy and watched her face. It twitched every now and then but she didn't open her eyes or anything.