Time stood still in the lounge on the first floor of the hunting lodge. Sheela, who was grinning like a cat – her naked body living up to its feline grace – and her husband Subho were into the secret but for Rudra it was indeed a bolt from the blue. She and her mother had talked about a gun and he was expecting the Glock Parabellum. But the mode of its delivery, in the hands of his naked mother, was something that had taken his breath away.
“It seems like Rudro has been struck speechless at the sight of his naked Mother,” Subho sniggered, “but I am sure that this is not the first time.”
“Give him a little time, Subho.” Sheela smiled. “I think he is a little embarrassed by the situation.”
“Give him his little toy as well my dear. Then come and sit on my lap.”
Rudro was still a little dazed but he took the Glock from his mother, who then daintily walked back to her husband on one of the sofas.
“So, what is more exciting, kiddo? The gun or the girl in my arms?”
Subho had pulled his wife into his lap, nuzzling her hair with his face and tweaking the nipples on her breast.
“The toy can wait, Dad,” Rudro had at last found his voice, “Let me drink in the Goddess in your arms.”
“That’s right kid, you don’t know how valuable this piece of flesh is.”
“Flesh? You think of my mother as just flesh?” There was a hint of indignation in Rudra’s voice.
“Of course, kiddo, any woman is just a piece of flesh for we men to enjoy.”
“My Ma is a goddess, Dad”
“Yes, my dear and the goddess has been telling me that you have been lusting after her. Dying to see her naked. Which is why she is giving you this gift today.”
“Oh come on Subho, you were just as excited about this event.” Sheela pushed Subho down on the big couch and scrambled on top of him. She was face down on him, covering him with multiple kisses on his cheeks, his neck, his forehead, his throat. Her knees were planted outside his legs and her buttock was up in the air giving her son a beautiful view of the folds of her vaginal lips and the throbbing crack of her pussy.
Rudro had planned for a quiet session of post dinner brandy and was wearing a loose kurta, a long sleeved, collarless shirt, with comfortable pyjamas. But the sight of his mother’s pussy sent his pyjama tenting. He slid his hands inside and started stroking the hardness of his penis while watching the scene that was unfolding in front of him.
Sheela was like a panther on the prowl. Lithe, lissom and powerful. She had dragged her husband off the sofa and Subho was now on the carpet on the floor. He still had his shirt, or rather kurta on, but Sheela had pulled off his pyjamas and was straddling him on all fours. Her crotch was pressed against her husband’s face, her cunt lips lightly brushing against his lips, while her own lips were nuzzling his balls and his penis. Subho had large balls but a relatively small penis and surprisingly, it had hardly hardened even though Sheela was playing with it with her tongue. She held the flaccid member between her fingers, pulled back the foreskin and licked the crack. Then she squeezed her husband’s balls with both hands and rolled his penis between her palms. She looked up towards her son who was sitting on the sofa with his hands in his pyjamas, watching his mother suck his father’s prick but her face was hidden in the cascade of her long, black hair that had tumbled across Subho’s crotch. Sheela took a second, to leave her prize and push back her hair that was hiding her face. As her eyes made contact with her wide-eyed son, she smiled wickedly and winked.
Sheela was merrily flicking her tongue around Subho’s penis, but he was gasping for breath as her hairy pubis pressed down on his nose. Sheela heard him gasp for breath and raised her hips to give him a gulp of air, then slammed down hard again. She loved this because Subho’s nose would bury itself in her crack and the shaking of his head was what gave her a little jiggle of pleasure. Which was actually all that she could hope for because his penis was never quite up to it at all. But things were about to get a little more interesting!
Sheela stopped slurping on her husband’s penis for a while and moved her cunt off his nose, giving the poor fellow, literally, some breathing space. Once again, she deftly moved her hair that was falling over her face and smiled at her son.
“Hey kid, I need a favour from you.”
“Now? What?”
“Get me that big, fat pen that I have in my purse.”
“Pen? Now?”
“Don’t ask, get it.”
Rudro got up, trying to tighten the strings of his pyjamas but his mother grinned at him.
“Drop them, let me see your gorgeous prick!”
Rudro smiled, dropped his pyjamas and with his giant erection pointing ahead, walked to where his mother’s purse was lying nearby. He rummaged through it and pulled out a Montblanc Meisterstuck ‘The Fat One’ # 149 Fountain pen with a 14k nib!
“Yes, give it to me”
Rudro squatted on the ground close to where his mother was playing with his father’s penis and watched in awe as she pushed his knees apart to reveal the puckered hole of his anus. Then she pulled apart his arse cheeks and as her husband’s glory hole revealed itself, she pushed the body of the pen straight in.
Subho shouted out in pain as the thick pen pushed into his asshole, but Sheela paid no heed. Then she started stroking his penis with one hand while with her other hand she gripped the pen and started shoving it in and out of. Subho started screaming but soon enough, the pain gave way to pleasure as Sheela, with her precise prodding, found the exact spot where his prostate gland was.
“Now for the fountain!” Sheela looked up and smiled at her son who was watching his mother’s ministrations with awe.
The pressure on the prostate had immediately caused a stiffening of Subho’s penis. Sheela had stopped sucking but was stroking it with increased frequency. Subho tried to say something, but his voice was garbled and all that his wife and son could hear was a gurgling sound that was rising in intensity until all of a sudden, he gave a shout. Sheela’s naked breasts that were lying on his lower abdomen sensed a sudden contraction and she pulled down his foreskin just as a thin fountain of creamy jism jerked out. Sheela tried to take it in her mouth, but it was so little that it merely landed on the tip of her nose. She kept pulling on the penis and pushing in with the pen, hoping for some more, but all she got was one more tiny squirt that hit her on one cheek. Nevertheless, she declared victory!
“Thanks a ton, Subho for that wonderful cream.” Sheela got up and pulled her son up from the ground as well. Then mother and son, one fully naked and the other in just his shirt sat down on one sofa. Subho, who was lying drained on the floor, finally got up and spread himself on the other sofa. His penis had shrunk back to the size of his little toe and was nestled comfortably on his abnormally big balls.
“Now we can raise a toast to our son! On his birthday.” Each one picked up a brandy snifter and took a swig. As the royal pleasure of the Rémy Martin XO diffused through their mind and body, conversation turned to what was next.
“Sheela, did you drink my cum?” Subho asked.
“Of course, my dear,” his wife replied cheerfully and then lowered her voice to a whisper to mutter, “as if there was a cup of it to drink.”
“It’s very important that none of my precious sperm is lost.”
“I know, dear and ever since you have stopped cumming in my cunt, I have been drinking this ambrosia with pleasure.”
They silently sipped on the brandy as Rudro slowly readjusted himself to this strange scenery of being naked in front of his naked parents.
Slowly the brandy was taking effect and Rudra could feel the buzz in his head. Not the normal alcoholic buzz but a question that was buzzing in his head and it was not a question that son would normally ask of his father!
“Why is it important that Ma has to drink your cum.”
“Yes, Subho, that is a question that I too have wanted to ask you for a long time.”
“Ha! There is a long story around it that only me, my father and your father know.”
“What story?”
“Do you know your mother, Sheela?”
“No, she died soon after I was born. My father brought me up alone.”
“No, your mother never died. She was too powerful a woman to die. In fact, she was a Tantrik Bhairavi, a fragment of the transcendent Shakti, who fell through a crack of space-time and was captured by my father and yours.”
“A crack in space time? Is it the brandy speaking through you?” Rudro was incredulous.
“I have heard my father talk vaguely about these things, but he always skipped the crucial details.”
“Yes, even I am a little fuzzy about all this, but your father and my father had struck a deal and you were a part of the bargain.”
“Me? A part of the bargain? What bargain?”
“You carry in you a part of your mother, the Bhairavi, and she needs my seeds..”
“Why should she need your seed?”
“Actually, I need to feed her my seed because only then my business can bloom as it has been blooming.”
“But Subho, your seed has been a little thin as of late?”
“What to do sweetheart? Age is catching up with me.”
“But are you sure you are not scattering it anywhere else?” Sheela’s long held suspicion was showing through.
“Oh come on Sheela, don’t be jealous. A man in my position cannot sit around while his wife is in another city.”
“But why could you not take my Ma to Bombay?” Rudro anger and indignance was showing through.
“You just shut up. This is none of your business.” Subho shrugged his son off rather brusquely.
Rudro was about to say something harsh, but his mother pressed his testicles to divert his attention. “Shh …” she muttered beneath her breath. “Never let your anger derail your plans.”
“I think we all need a refill on the brandy.” Sheela got up from the sofa and filled their glasses making sure that what she poured for her son and herself was a tiny fraction of what she poured for her husband. Then she made it all the same with water.
“Come Subho, you and I have not danced together for a long time.” She flicked through her phone and selected Sadher Lau, the ever-popular Bangla dance music. Then as Runa Laila’s husky voice spread across the room, she pulled Subho out of his sofa and spun him around the room.
“Rudro, will you please dim the lights a little please.” Sheela told her son. “We could do with some atmosphere now.”
Rudro watched in amazement as his naked parents started dancing or rather prancing around the room. Subho was in bit of a stupor, but Sheela was a pure dynamo — her long hair flying around as she banged her head against an imaginary wall and her breasts jiggling in gay abandon. She had one hand around Subho’s neck, pulling his lips to hers and the other was around his hips, pressing his crotch into her own. But Subho’s crotch was as lifeless as ever. His balls were bloated, his penis was shrivelled and even with all that grinding that Sheela was doing on it, it stubbornly remained impassive.
“I need your seed; I need your seed.” Sheela dropped to her knees and started to suck on Subho’s penis. “I need your seed for our business to bloom.”
“Oh, damn it you bitch! I just can’t get hard with you anymore” Subho pulled out from his wife’s hug and fell back on the sofa behind him.
“But for your business to thrive I need your seed in my body or at least your family seed.” Sheela smiled.
“I know.” Subho grumbled and then he said something that shot a bolt of excitement through Rudro. “That is why I have brought him here today.”
For a moment there was a stunned silence, before Rudro spoke
“So you brought me here to fuck my mother?”
“It’s a win-win situation, kid. I know that you have been lusting after your mother and I need someone to flood her with the family seed otherwise the curse of your daainee (witch) grandmother will sink our family business.”
“That is fine. I am sure that Rudro will not hesitate to do what needs to be done for the family business, but..”
“But what?”
“I need to know what happened to my dainee mother?”
“She is with your father!”
“What do you mean? How would I not know if she was with my father?” Sheela was indignant.
“You think you know everything you bitch?”
“Oh come on, Subho, unless you tell me..”
“Then what?”
“Then I will not allow Rudro to feed me with his seed! And unlike you, I know he will never force me.”
“Ok. She is locked up in the picture of hers that hangs on the wall of your father’s study.”
“You have had too much brandy! You are not making sense..”
“You are a daainee’s daughter, such things should be very clear to you.”
“Please tell me Subho.” Sheela pleaded.
“But first the show! I need to see you being fucked by my son, just like my father!”
“Your father? Where does he come in?”
“You will get to know everything, but first let us celebrate Rudro’s birthday fuck”
“Oh, of course.” Sheela deftly covered up her disappointment, with a fresh bout of enthusiasm. “How can we deny my son the pleasure that he has been lusting for so long.”
Subho took a large swig of brandy and watched as Sheela pulled Rudro gently off the sofa and led him to the terrace outside. The night was pitch dark but the sky was blazing with stars. There was a small day bed on the terrace, at the edge of the circle of light that was spilling out of the sliding glass doors. Sheela led Rudro to the bed and pulled off his shirt. Totally naked, mother and son stood under the stars of the sky and hugged each other tight.
Rudro felt the soft plumpness of his mother’s breasts as he squeezed them gently in his palms. At his touch, her nipples hardened into tiny pebbles. Sheela shivered as her son started rolling her nipples between his fingers and felt the hardness of his already erect penis pushing against her pubic mound. She grabbed his neck, pressed her lips against his and then pushed her tongue right into his hot mouth. Rudro grabbed a fistful of his mother’s hair that had fallen out of its bun and was hanging all over her back. He pulled back her head and pushed her tongue out of his mouth with his own and then pushed it back into her mouth. For a moment mother and son duelled with their tongues.
“So how would my son like to fuck his mother for the first time?” Sheela grinned, while breathing heavily.
“I don’t know Ma, you tell me, you teach me!”
“We could do it face to face, you on top in a missionary position or you could take me from behind, doggy style.”
“Anything that gives you the maximum pleasure, Ma!’
“But we have to make it something very special for you, and,” she lowered her voice, “and we have to also keep your father happy.”
Sheela placed a pillow on the day bed and told Rudro to lie down with his head on it. Then she spread his legs and lightly stroked his penis. His penis had already increased in size but as he stroked it and fondled his balls, it grew into a nice, thick erection that was a pleasure for his mother to play with. Sheela rolled her waist length hair into a loose bun and got on the bed. Placing one leg between her son’s legs and the other outside his thighs, she squatted over her son’s crotch.
“Hold my butts in your hand, kid.”
Then she leaned down, grabbed his penis, stiff and big by now, and slapped it against the gaping crack of her cunt. Rudro gave a gasp of pleasure as he felt for the first time his penis pushing at the doors of his mother’s vagina. Sheela too felt a shiver of pleasure as her son’s penis pressed against her pubic crack. She leaned back, supporting herself with one hand and used the other to press his son’s erection into herself.
Sheela gave a squeal of pleasure as Rudro’s penis, expertly guided by his mother’s hand, was suddenly swallowed by his mother’s cunt as she lowered herself into her son’s crotch. Both Rudro and Sheela began to jerk spasmodically as Rudro began thrusting deeper and deeper into his mother. Sheela’s hair, that she had rolled up into a bun, suddenly fell out and cascaded on her son’s face but Rudro pushed it aside and then reached out to grab her breasts.
Sheela was now stretched out over her son, face upward, supporting herself on her hands while Rudro squeezed her breasts and tweaked her nipples. His penis was now fully embedded in his mother’s cunt, but sliding in and out with each thrust and jerk. Sheela was screaming with pleasure and ecstasy as she felt her son’s penis, bigger, fatter and far harder than her husband’s, was thudding into her with each thrust of his crotch. Once in a while, Rudro’s inexperienced penis would flip out but his ever vigilant mother would catch it almost immediately and stuff it back again inside her.
After a while, Sheela changed her posture. Instead of leaning back with her hands on her son’s shoulders, she now leaned forward so that her hands were next to her son’s knees. Now Rudro could grab her buttock and then raise and lower them in the rhythm of his thrusts. In fact, he could now see his penis slide in and out of his mother and this sent a new shiver through his ecstatic body. Sheela too, with her eyes closed, could feel a new and powerful pulse of pleasure shooting up through her spine, from the base — the Muladhar chakra, where her son was thudding at her, to all the way up to her neck — the Visudha chakra, and even upward.
But Rudro was too young and new to last too long. Soon enough he gave a shriek of ecstasy and Sheela found a thick white stream of her son’s jism flooding into her, not just once but twice, thrice very copiously and then a weak fourth and fifth spurt. Sheela felt a sudden spasm in her body as her son’s cum flooded through her innards. But unlike a normal orgasm that was pure ecstasy, she suddenly felt a new surge of power, of energy that was flooding through her — it had never been like this before, certainly not with her husband or even the surreptitious escapades that she had had with Shankar, who of course always had a condom. It was a truly novel experience that seemed to set her body and mind on fire. Surprisingly, this new charge did not die away even as she eventually collapsed on her son’s body, her head on his throat, her butt on his crotch and her hands gripped tightly in his. She sensed a new buzz in her body even as she felt a few drops of his son’s precious semen leak out of her happy cunt and wet the bed.
But this was no time to relax and enjoy her newfound post-coital bliss. Sheela got up from her son’s body and walked up to her husband who had been watching their performance with a glazed look.
“Did you like that Subho? Did you have a good erection? And ejaculation?” Sheela asked her husband, but he was still too dazed to answer. The brandy had been good, and he had had another refill while watching his wife being fucked by his son.
“Now tell me about my daainee (witch / enchantress) Mother.”
Subho was incoherent or perhaps he was trying to dodge the question. But Sheela had a way of squeezing answers out of her drunk husband and the story that she and her son heard sent a shiver up their collective spines. Of a young tribal girl being kidnapped, confined and raped by Sheela’s father. Of her anger and hurt exploding in a wave of rage and destruction that threatened to destroy his world. Of the sorcery of Subho’s father who managed to trap her in a state of sex denial and enbalm her in piece of magic parchment. Of her being kept in a state of suspended animation with minimalist sexual stimulation. Of a deviation from minimalism that had resulted in the unexpected birth of Sheela. Of the payment that was extracted in the form of her daughter, Sheela, who carried in her, her mother’s powers. Of how that had destroyed the sorcerer’s genitals when he had tried to savour his prize and of how he had managed to cover all this up in the form of her marriage to his son, Subho.
Much of this was unclear to Subho as well. But as the story progressed, there was a new stream of power that was coursing through mother and son. This was throwing up unusual and possibly unconnected information in stark relief. His grandmother’s genetic material, that had travelled through his mother Sheela had imparted a new potency to Rudro’s seed and it had resonated powerfully when it had flooded back into Sheela’s womb. Chemistry and mystery were now getting churned together and setting off a new vibrancy that was climbing out of Sheela’s crotch and spreading through her limbs, her breasts and into her head. Power, insight and confidence was oozing out of every cell in Sheela’s body and filling it with an electrifying tumescence.
Suddenly all the lights went off. This was not unusual for a place as remote like Aroen and normally they would have lit the candles that had been thoughtfully placed in every room. But this time there was no need to because, as Rudro watched in amazement, his mother’s naked body was glowing with an iridescent incandescence. An ethereal emanation that shifted between blue and green, red, yellow and orange filled the room and Sheela raised herself on her toes and pointed towards a star that had just appeared over the tree line. Rudro looked at it and saw that it was now twinkling with a new urgency.
Sheela was glowing in the dark like an apsara who had dropped out of the sky. All of a sudden, she caught hold of her son’s hand and the two of them walked out onto the terrace. Once again, she pointed at the sky and Rudro saw that the stars were moving as if they were standing on a turntable.
“What is happening Ma?” There was an edge of incredulity in Rudro’s voice but clearly no panic or fear.
“You are what is happening.” Sheela smiled and replied enigmatically.
“Me? I don’t understand.” He whispered.
“Don’t try to.”
“I sense..”
“Shhh..” Sheela cut him off abruptly. “You have let loose the energy of the universe that is now pouring into me.”
The world around them was spinning, not very fast but in a curious and wobbly manner. Rudro caught hold of his mother’s hand to steady himself and saw that in her other hand was the Glock that she had presented to him earlier in the evening.
“Give that gun to me, Ma” There was a sudden hardening in his voice.
“Yes, dear Lord.” Sheela was both happy, indeed she was smiling, and deferential as she handed the Glock to her son.
“It is hot.”
“It is waiting to get hotter, my dear.”
“Should I?”
“Yes. It is time.”
The wobbly motion of the world around them had given way to swift, fast and smooth rotation as mother and kneeled in front of each other. Sheela’s naked body was a blazing piece of incandescence and Rudro had raised the gun and pointed it straight at her heart. All of sudden there was a crack of thunder and a bolt of lightning. Rudro pulled the trigger and saw, in a grotesque piece of slow-motion imagery, the bullet leaving the gun and travelling towards the glowing image of his mother. She was smiling or rather laughing hysterically, as the bullet touched her skin and then she suddenly vanished and was replaced with the darkness of the void. The world went dark and silent. Then,…
Rudro saw his mother again, still as nude as ever but smiling ever so sweetly except that now she was hugging him tight. The world was still and silent again. The stars were twinkling peacefully in the sky and the two of them were alone on the terrace.
“Ma, are you all right”
“Yes, my Lord, my sweetheart, come, we are together again.”
“But, Ma, what is this?” They looked down and there was a little blood that was smeared on her nipples and on his chest.
“A rite of passage, where we recognise each other in the throes of our own passion.”
“Are you hurt?”
“See.” Blood was oozing from a little scratch on her chest, where the bullet had grazed her. The smell of burnt cordite was overpowering. “Just a little scratch, that will heal before dawn.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes. Don’t worry. We have more interesting things to do now.”
After dragging the drunk and unconscious Subho to his bedroom, Sheela and Rudro returned to the lounge and picked up their brandy that they had left untouched throughout the scandalous activities of the evening.
“Did you really plan for all this Ma?”
“This is a deviation from the way that I had thought that this would work out.”
“So what next?”
“Follow the flow. I had no idea of the power that you pack.” Sheela smiled at her son. “But now that it has been unleashed, let us see where it takes us.”
“What happened to you Ma? You were no more the Ma that I knew.”
“There is something in your seed that sets off that surge of.. of …”
“Emotional energy?”
“Yes, raw energy that rocked through my body..”
“And everything around it.”
“We have unlocked something but now we must wait for it to lead us..”
“To the PaglaJhora?” This was a beautiful waterfall in the vicinity that they had planned to visit anyway.
“Will we take Dad along with us?”
“We must, that was in the original plan.”
“Are you sure we can carry out our mission?”
“Even if I had any doubts in the past, this new power that you have pumped into me has made me doubly sure.”
“So should I pump you with some more power tonight?” Rudro was grinning.
“I am eagerly waiting for it and this time it will be for us, for you and you alone, my sweet lord.”
“Why do you address me as your Lord, Ma?”
Sheela drained her brandy in a big gulp, then got up and led Rudro to his bedroom. The room was dark with only a little bit of light coming in from the lounge outside but both mother and son could see everything with an amazing new clarity. Without wasting any more time they tumbled into the comfort of the soft but stiff bed.
“Come my Lord. This time you will be in my arms, and you will mount me like a Lion.” Sheela was on her back, and she pulled her son onto her naked breasts. Rudro placed his lips on her nipples, and they hardened immediately as he started sucking and nibbling at them. Sheela gave a gurgle of pleasure as she felt a ripple of pleasure through her body. She reached down between her legs and felt her son’s penis — it was big but not quite hard as yet.
“My Lion is still a cub, suckling her mother’s teats.” She ran her fingers through his hair and pulled his face closer into her chest.
“But it must now learn to mount his mother and flood her womb again with his seed.” She was fondling her son’s penis and felt it harden in her hands.
“Ah the lion in my son is waking up. Come, come my Lord, it is time for you to come into me.” She guided his penis, now big and thick, so thick that she could barely circle it between her finger and thumb, towards her own hungry nether-lips.
“Come, my Lord, come into your lair. I am waiting for you.”
Rudro felt his foreskin being pulled back and the naked head of his penis rubbing against the folds of his mother’s vagina. Now that there was no urgency to please anyone except she and her son, Sheela rubbed the tip of her son’s penis, around her pubis and against that tiny protuberance that was the nub of her own pleasure.
“Oooh” she gave a squeal of pleasure as she felt Rudro starting to move his body on his own. It was initially very slow and gentle but obviously the kid was new to this and was getting impatient. His movement, his pace grew faster and frantic and then he was prodding his penis harder and harder into his mother’s vagina.
Sheela cooed with pleasure and spread her legs, giving her son an open and abundant access to the portal of their mutual pleasure. She also raised her legs and guided his son so that he could hold up her buttocks and pull her up as he thrust down into her. Rudro grunted and pushed even harder until with a wet, slurping sound he was finally inside. His balls lying against her buttocks, his pubis grinding into her mons and Sheela felt the tip of her son’s vast penis pushing against the entrance of her cervix. She gave a whimper of pleasure as the walls of her vagina gripped her son’s penis and felt its hardness pumping like a piston inside it.
Unlike earlier in the evening there was no frantic need, no urgency. Mother and son, the Lady and her Lord and Lover were enjoying the rising tide of pleasure that was coursing through their bodies that were joined at two points — at the lips and at the crotch. At one end Sheela was kissing her son like a child that she saw him as but at the other, she was slowly pushing and pulling his erection in and and out of her body. It was as if a wave, a pulse of anticipation, of excitement, of pleasure and of ecstasy had started to roll through their united bodies that had begun to resonate at a higher frequency. Much as mother and son would have loved to keep their passion controlled within the confines of slow and sensual pleasure, powerful tides had started to move inside them and each downward thrust of Rudro’s penis was met by an equally powerful upthrust of his mother’s pelvis as her vagina swallowed his erection and pulled back again. Low grunts and squeals gave way to shouts and screams as mother and son rocked faster and faster in the throes of an intense passion that rippled not just through them but around them as well. If there had been any voyeur, and now of course there was none, they would have noticed that the fornicating couple were now enveloped in a cloud of steam — the sweat on their bodies was boiling off. There was a roaring sound and a sudden flash of light and Rudro felt his balls exploding and pulse after pulse of hot, creamy semen was pumping out of his rock hard penis. Sheela gave a cry of pleasure as her body stiffened into a piece of rock and then started to vibrate internally as she felt a hosepipe of her son’s pure potency pouring into her and it seemed to go on and on and on and on …. As he, who she had made her Lord, emptied his love, his power, his potency in fact his entire self into her womb.
Gradually, the frenzy subsided, the cloud cleared, the energy dissipated, and they never knew when mother and son fell asleep in each other’s arms.
Next morning Sheela and Rudro were up at the crack of dawn but Subho would not budge till lunch. He was having a major hangover but a hearty breakfast, or rather more of a brunch followed by a quick fix of ginger, brown sugar and tangerine juice, quickly put him out of his misery. He was still a little reluctant to join the expedition to the PaglaJhora falls but Rudro’s insistence finally persuaded him.
“You are carrying your new toy I suppose.” Sheela asked Rudro as they were waiting for Subho to join them in the car that would take them to PaglaJhora.
“Yes, Ma …” Rudro smiled.
“Let us hope that we do not have to use it.”