We informed his parents, and they came next day morning. His father went along with some of our friends to the mortuary to complete the formalities and take the his son’s body.

Gandhi’s mother was crying contuinuously, and I was left to take care of her. I took her the Guest house, asked her, to take bath, and brought some breakfast from the hostel mess and coffee in a flask. She refused to have breakfast, but on my insistence had a cup of coffee.

She as crying, I was at loss, not knowing how to console her, but involuntarily, put my hands on her shoulders, she instantly leaned on to my chest burying her face and hugging me, I put my hand on her head stroking , o console her and thought , let her cry out.

Her crying, gradually reduced to sobs, but she was holding me tightly, her large breasts pressing at my chest, her whole body touching mine, I couldn’t control myself, my cock became hard and erect, I was wearing a lungi, and I was ashamed, my body chemistry was beyond my control, but to my surprise, Gandhi’s 44 yr old mother was pressing her self, against me, I looked at her back, there was no doubt in my mind, that she was thrusting her self against my hard cock, feeling at her mound, feeling my maleness and her body was on fire with desire, I cupped her soft big arse cheeks with my hands, and her finger were digging into my back, her hair knot got untied, her beautiful soft thick hair spread onto her back beyond her thunderous thighs, the soft ness of her silky hair toching my hands further aroused my carnal desire, I took hold of her face into my hands, as she was looking into my eyes, I could sense, animal desire in her eyes, I licked all over her face, her cheeks and finally on her mouth, she took my lower lip into her mouth and started kissing, sucking, all the time pressing herself against me.

There was no need for words, and there was no doubt in my mind, I led her to the bed, and lay on the bed facing each other, as I was feeling her big breasts, she removed her blouse and bra, and thrust one of breast into my mouth. I sucked on her engorged hard jutting nipple, while stroking the other nipple and squeezing it. Her hand reached between my thighs and took my long thick cock into her hands, feeling its hardness.

Oh! Shiva, I can’t wait, dear do it . do it to me.

I got up and lifted her saree up, above her thighs, and entered her inviting juicy cunt with all my energy, savagely, filled her cunt, and started fucking.

Oh, my son, fuck me fuck your mother, fucke me, mt son, she was repeating the same words again and again, while moving her self up to meet each of my stroke.

She came, finally, as if a volcano erupted, as if an earth quake occurred, her whole body in frenzied uncontrollable spasms, as she dug her nails into my back, scratching, darwing blood.

I said “amma, amma, ammaaaaaaaa, as I ejaculated my hot loads of sperm into her cunt.

We lay still, till our bodies returned to normality, got up. She went to the bathroom and came back hugged me kissing me all over my face, “Shiva, You filled me, filled the void in me, fulfilled me. Do you know, what could be the plausible reason for my son to end his life?”

I said “I don’t know.”

Padma said “ He can’t get it up. He can’t fuck”

“Is that so? amma” I said

“It is, He is not like you. I wish he had a cock like yours, so big beautiful verlile. I wish you are my son.”

Padma, was 44 yr old, tall very fair, with oily smooth unblemished skin, beautiful oval face, high cheek bones, full lips, small frame, but beautiful big breasts, narrow waist and wide and big bottom. Her hair thick, oily, jet black, shining, long that reaches her thighs.

I looked at her, as we were standing opposite the mirror fixed on the wooden cup-board, drinking her beauty, putting my arms around her, she asked “ do you like me”

‘You are beautiful and sexy”

“But, shiva, do you think I am crazy woman, giving her self on a day, when my son is dead”

No, Padma, You are not crazy, I understand you. And more over I had a crush on you when I saw You, during your son’s marriage.

My cock, was hard again, and we fucked again.

It was the lunch time, I wen out brought lunch for both of us, had a light lunch, and then her husband came.

They took the Gandhi’s body in a taxi, to their village.

I went to attend the thirteenth day ceremony, and stayed. After all the guests went Padma came to my room, and we fucked. Two days later, I fucked the newly widowed 20 yr old gandhi’s wife, padma’s daughter-in-law. She was still a virgin.

I stayed for 10 days and returned to the college.

Three months later, I got a phone call from Padma and her daughter-in-law Madhu informing me that both were pregnant, impregnated by me.

Both were happy. People thought It was Gandhi who made his wife pregnant.

Padma and Madhavi both delivered male babies, and they remained my mistresses.

I still keep in touch with them, visting them when ever the ocassion arises.

I was the son Padma lost, I was the husband Madhavi lost, fulfilled the vacuum left by Gandhi.

Madhavi was adapted by Padama. Madhavi is now an English Professor in a reputed college, living with Padma and our children.

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