6 comments/ 141807 views/ 6 favorites Kalpana 01 By: kaypee [Most of the story is in terms of dialogues in Bengali, written in the English alphabet. Readers who are not native Bengali speakers may find this difficult .. but then there are so many excellent English stories, that I am sure that they will not mind.] .................................... Raju .. amar blouse'er phite'ta ektu khule dibi? Han Ma, dichchi .. amar jama pant'ta ei khul'ey nee .. It was well past eleven in the night and Raju and his mother Kalpana had just returned from one of those Award Nite ceremonies that are regularly organised by TV channels to boost their brand and TRP ratings. Actually it was not just any such party ... in fact it was the first that either Raju or Kalpana had ever attended and it was something that both of them had been looking forward for quite some time. But, as both of them knew very well, it was not just the party that was so exciting, there was of course more to it than would meet the eye... Raju slipped the psychedelic T-shirt of his over his head and threw it on the chair. Saif ar Kareena aaj jhinchak neche'che ki bol? Amar kintu Ma Mallika Sherawat'er number aro beshi exciting legeche ... Ta to lagbei, nangto meye dekhtey ki ar kono jawan cheler kharap lage .. Ei! Ki je bolo'na tumi ... ma .. Raju had by now dropped, and stepped out of, his trousers .. He was now in his briefs and there was a bulge in it that was getting tighter. He tried adjusting it ... though not quite successfully. Dekho, dekho ... ma'ke dekhe chele'r er modhey'ei khara hoye gelo .. lajja korey na? Ta lajja kora'r ki ach'ey? Amar college'r kojon chele'r emon ma ach'ey bolo to? ...................... Which of course was absolutely true, for their situation and circumstances were truly unique. Kalpana was a 40 year single mother and lived with her 20 year old son alone ... ever since Ranjit, her childhood sweetheart whom she had married at 18 had been killed in a road accident more than 15 years ago. The loss had been terrific and what was worse was the way their families -- both of which had been opposed to their liasion -- had disowned the mother and child and it had taken a lot of luck plus loads of determination to bring them where they were today. Today, Kalapana had a steady and well paying job with a bank and lived in a small one room apartment with her son Raju, who had just started college. After the initial years of tumult and anxiety, her life had been smooth and orderly .. well, by and large smooth .. except for some small disturbances that had cropped up of late .. It had all to do with the lack of space, physical space in their small one room apartment. As long as Raju had been small it had not really mattered .. but as he grew up, or rather the hormones in his growing body had started to assert themselves, there had been some small and subtle issues .. Like the fact that since they shared the same bed, Raju had started to hug her in his sleep .. or what passed as his sleep!! At home, Kalapana was used to wearing what in Kolkata is called a 'nightie' ... somewhere between a slip and sleeping gown and while she would wear a bra during the day, at night it was always more comfortable to take it off! And once they were off and her tits were bouncing around inside, Raju would invariably snuggle up to her and start squeezing them ever so gently. She would have -- or should have -- shooed him off and but then again there was that little crack of unfullfilled desire in her that had allowed him to continue!! Kalapana herself had not a had a sex or any man for years and somehow -- and even though she had initially resisted it -- she seemed to enjoy the attention from the young stud that her son had turned out to be. She knew that he stared at her -- and why would he not? For at 5'6" and a figure that could have surely been a hit on the ramp, she was quite a head turner and to that was added a face that could have been crafted at Kumartuli and jet black hair that tumbled to her waist. At work and on the road, she managed to keep a very demure profile but in the safety of her home and in the presence of her son she just could not keep her feelings down any more. Not only would she let her hair down -- both literally as well as figuratively -- but much against her good sense and perhaps unconsciously she had started to seduce her son! She had stopped wearing her bra and panties in the house and the material of her nightie was always thin enough for her tits to be nearly visible. And her son Raju, much to her delight, never tired of staring at them whenever she was around. There was a lot to be stared at! To begin with, her tits -- soft, big and straining against the thin material of her nightie. When Raju hugged her, whether at night in bed, or during the day when she was in the kitchen and her son would press into her from the back his hands would almost always end up cupping her tits and massaging them ever so gently. And there was her butts, big, wide and flaring which she would wiggle and thrust against the hardness of her son's erection which had been growing bigger and stronger by the day. For Raju himself was turning out to be quite a stud. Standing almost 6' tall, he had the body of well-gymmed athlete and when at home, he would seldom be wearing anything more than a pair of shorts and Kalpana had more often than not found herself -- not quite against her wishes -- stroking him on his broad muscular back and his rippling abs and it was almost a herculean effort for her to stop herself from exploring the tent at his groin. This had been going on for the past of couple of months and then there had been that night ... when the electricity had failed. Load shedding was of course not unusual in the city but on that day, the service had surpassed itself in its inefficiency. It had been a hot, sultry, sweaty Saturday evening and the power had been gone for hours. After waiting for ages, mother and son had finally had a candle-lit dinner and then had prepared to turn in for the night but it was far too hot to be in the room. Raju, chol, baranda'y giye boshi Cholo Ma, okhaney bodh'hoy ektu hawa hobey .. Tor ar ki? Tui to khali gaye boshe achis ..which was true. Raju was in his shorts and his body was bare. Ta tomar'o khali gaye boshtey ashubidh'ey kothay? Ei, ki je bolish! Meyechele ki khali gaye boshe thaktey pare? Keno? Ashubidhey kothay? ekhan'e to aar keu ashchey na .. dekhchey na .. Aar tui je boshe achis? Tor samney aami khali gaye boshbo? Khoti ki ma? Aamar samney tomar lajja korbey? Ta lajja korbey na? Eto buro-dhari cheley .. tui ki ekhon bachcha achis? Achcha lajja ta thik kise'r? Kon byapar'ta lajja'r? Ki je bolish Raju! lajja kise'r .. meye manush ki purush manusher samney kapor khultey parey? Keno parbey na? Khullei holo .. Khullei holo? khulle je nangto hoye jabo? Sei ek'ei kotha .. nangto holey apatti ta kothay? Manush ki nangto hoye thakey? kukur beral'ra nangto hoye thakey ... Abar baagh singho-o nangto hoye thakey .. Tor songey kothay paarbo na .. Ta holey tomake aaj nangto hotey hobe .. Keno-re? Hatat tor maa-key nangto dekhar ichchey holo keno? Porno magazine-e nangto meyer chobi dekhechi ... samna samni nangto meye dekhtey ichche kore ... Tai boley nijer maa'ke? Ki korbo bolo? amar to ar girl friend nei ... aar kalighat bridge-r opor randi gulo baro bhyanakar .. Orey baba, odike jas na ... odike geley AIDS hoye jabey .. Taholei bolo ki korbo? Kalighat jabo? naki toomi nangto hobey? Tui to maha bodmash hoyechis dekhchi ... blackmail korchis amakey .. Achcha tumi emon korcho je konodin onno loker samney nangto hoyo-ni .. Tato botei .. Last kobey nangto hoyecho? Se bohu din agey .. and there was a distinct tinge of dismay in her voice. Baba'r samney nischoi nangto hotey? Se katha aar bolish na .. onek koshtey shey dukkho bhule jao-ar chestha korechi .. Kintu keno? eto bachor hoye gelo ... tumi aar ekta biye kortey paartey .. Na re, biye korar onek hyapa ... onek kichute joriye portey hoye ... ei amra dujone ek rokom daariye gechi ... abar shob olot palot hoye jabe .. Achha biye na hoy korley na ... kintu ei jugey biye chara-o to ... Biye na kore'i karur songey thakbo? Thaktey ke boleche? Jakey boley one-night-stand ... Tui onek kichu bujhe gechis na rey .. College-e pori, kichu kichu to bujhi ... shorir-er khide ... Bujhis? Ki korey bujhbi? Kono-din kheyechis? Je khabar-er swad bujhbi? Khai ni ... tobey tomakey dekhey bujhtey pari .. Ki dekhey? Ki bujhtey paris? Dekhi je tumi amakey dekho ... amakey dekhao! Ki dekhai? Keno tomar chuchi? Tomar patla nightie'r bhetor diye ... Ki kori bol? Jani uchit noy ... kintu jokhon dekhi je tui haan korey dekhchis .. sorir'ta siure uthe .. Ta holey aar ashubidhey kothay? esho na .. nightie-ta khuley phelo ... bhalo kore-i dekhi .. Bolchis? Haan bolchi ... esho ... khule phelo Bhoy korche? Kisher bhoy? Jodi kichu hoye jaye? Ki hobey? Jodi .. jodi ... Jodi ki? Jodi ami tomay choodey di? Eeessh .. tor songey e'shob kotha bolchi ki korey? Chinta nei .. kotha dichchi ... bhoy nei, chood'bo na ... Baba Raju .. e tui amay kon pathey niye jachchis baba .. Anand-er pathey Ma ... Ma Anandamoyee! Baba dubiye dish na .. tui amar shob. Achcha ... ek kaaj koro ... Ki Tomakey aaj aami bhalo korey maalish korey dobo ... Aar kichu korbi na to? Aami tomar kono khoti korechi? Ta noy .. Taholey ebar mati-tey shuye poro .. Chit hotey paarbo na .. Thik achey .. upoor hoye-ei show .. They were on the verandah. The street was dark and so were all the houses on it. Only the light of a single oil lamp placed at the corner of the verandah threw a splash of yellow light on the floor, where Kalpana was lying, face down and legs apart. Raju pulled her nightie up above her thighs but obviously it would not move past her waist. Ektu komor takey tolo ma .. Kalpana lifted her waist and Raju pulled her dress it all the way up to her shoulders. Ebar kaandh'ta tulte hobey ... Obediently, Kalapana raised herself on her hands .. and in one quick pull the nightie was off her body and on the floor. Kalpana collapsed back on the floor, her face on her hands. For the next twenty minutes or so, Raju massaged his naked mother as she lay face down on the floor. First it was her back, then his hands travelled around until he was squeezing her tits. So long it had always been through her dress but for the first time she felt her naked skin, her nipples in his hands. He tweaked them gently and felt a little shiver pass through his mother's body. Next he slowly started to squeeze her butts and as she gradually parted her legs, his hands travelled down through the crack of her arse until he was gently -- ever so gently -- squeezing the swell of her cunt. And as he expected, his fingers felt the moistness of her juices as they started to flow from her willing body .. and Kalpana started to squirm and groan .. Raju ... raju .. bolo ma .. aar je pari-na baba .. aram hochche ma? bhalo lagchey? lagchey, lagchey ... khoob bhalo lagchey ... kintu .. aar korish na baba .. aar je samlatey parbo na ... chinta koro na ... na rey .. ki thekey ki hoye jai .. bhoy nei .. tomay kotha diyechi .. ore ore ... aar je pari na .. kato din parey .. she was gasping for breath. koto din parey ki? koto din porey ei goodey keu haath dilo ... she gasped again. ei to sobey shuru .. na rey .. aar kichu na ... bolchi to .. tomar bhoy nei .. ami paagol hoye jachchi rey .. ebar chit hoye jao!... and Raju was gently pulling her on to her back ei ei .. aar kichu korbi na .. Kalpana's protest was rather weak and Raju paid no heed to it. bolchi na ... bharsha rakho .. tomar kono khoti hobey na .. and with a slight heave she was on her back. Raju smiled at his mother as she floundered around helplessly on her back. Being fully naked in front of her son was obviously very embarassing for her ... she first tried to cover her face with her hands, then her tits and finally she pressed her hands against her cunt. Ma .. tomar jhaant'gulo besh boro boro .. Raju was trying to push his mothers hands away from her groin. na ... she screamed in terror and clasped her hands even more tightly over her pubic bush .. ebar tui amay chere de .. relax ma ... ekdom bhoy peyo na ... na .. na ... ami jani .. ki jano? je tui amay choodey dibi ... please Raju .. please dont do it .. aami tomar kokhono abaddho hoyechi Ma? bolo? ta noy .. kintu .. kintu .. pleas Raju .. dhokas ni .. ki dhokabo bhabcho ... ki abar? Ma-er goodey, tor baanra dhokas ni please ... eto kichu thaktey baanra dhokabo keno? tobey ki dhokabi? bolechi to tomay choodbo na .. baanra dhokabo na ... taholey? acchcha bolo .. jodi onno kichu dhokai? apatti achey? apotti? tomar goodey kato din kichu dhokey ni .. ta botey .. Kalpana was curious taholey paa'ta phaank koro ma .. please Raju ... but she obidiently parted her legs anyway ... in expectation. Raju pressed his middle finger into the crack of her cunt and started fingering her ... Ore Ore ... ki korchis? ki korchis? Ki .. bhalo lagche? ananda hochche? haan haan ... Kalpana could only groan Ki Ma ananda pachcho? Ma anandamoyee ... haan re haan ... ar ektu jorey jorey kor .. ei to ... ebar rhythm ta thik hochche .. Han han ... han han ... ah ah... she was again gasping .. ebar duto angul dhokalam ... dhoka dhoka ... aro jorey jorey .. she was past caring .. ei rokom shookh koto din paoni ma ... ar bolish na Raju .. ei tui na holey ar ke emon shookh debe .. OOOhhhh ... she let out a scream. kintu darao .. ar ekta byabostha kori ... Raju stopped his fingering and pulled out his fingers. na na ... thamas na ... aami parbo na ... and Kalpana herself was now fingering her cunt. A new thought had just occured to Raju .. and he got up .. Ei tui kothai cholli re? amay ei abosthay phele rekhey? Kalpana gasped ... Ek minute .. aschi .. Raju got up and raced down to the kitchen and pulled out the vegetable basket. They had just done their weekly shopping and he knew that they had just purchased a lot of radish and some of them were quite big and thick!! If it was not his prick -- and he had promised not to enter her personally!! then this radish could be the next best thing for her tonight ... Ei dekho ma tomar jonney ki enechi Ki .. she looked up and her eyes widened in surprise ... ore baba, eto boro ekta mulo? Ei mulo'ta dhokaley tomar ja araam hobey na ... Tui ei mulo'ta amar goodey dhokabi? Han ma ... jano to ei mulo, sosha, gajor ei konota Mughal der harem'e asto niye jaowa hoto na!! Keno re? Kalpana smiled. She could of course guess the answer ... but wanted to hear it again Jatey begum'der badshah'r jonno upasi charpoka'r moto boshe thaktey hoye .. Kintu ami-o aaj je upasi charpoka re .. jani .. bohu bachar tomay keu chodey ni ... Sei khider jalay joley pudey morchi re ... Kintu ami tomay kotha diyechi ... Ta thik .. tai tokey diye-o chodatey pari na .. chele boley kotha .. Anto'to aajkey tai tomay chere dilam ... ar tar bodoley ei mulo'ta tomar goodey bhorey dilam .. Raju took the pointed end of the big fat radish and pressed it into his mother's cunt. oooohh ... Kalpana gave a scream of pleasure as the radish pressed home. ki ma? ebar kemon lagche? bhalo bhalo re ... khoob bhalo ... ar ebar kemon?Raju had started pumping the radish in and out of his mother's cunt ore baba re .. bhishon bhalo re ... koto din porey tomar goodey emon khoncha khachcho .. oh oh ... ki je boli ...Kalpana could barely speak .. bhetor obdhi jachchey to? lagche na to? Raju was trying to do the best that he could .. han re ... kotha boltey parchi na ... eki? tomar shorir kaampche je!His mother was shivering with pleasure ore koto din porey amar goodta bhore gelo re ... de de aro jorey de ... aami to diyei jachhi ... Ah Ah .. Kalpana was now thrashing around on the floor and her son was having a tough time keeping the radish in her cunt Aj ke ei mulo kinto parer din ar kichu dhoka ma ... ja dhokabi dhoka ... Kalpana was now past caring ... ar jey pari na .. Parer din ki dhokabo baloto? OOF ... Aaah ... Oo ma ... koto din porey ei .. Parer din amar baanra dhokabo ... Oo .. Ah .. Ah Ah ... ore ore ore ...Kalpana was not even listening to what her son was saying Taholey tai kotha roilo ... bolo, bolo ma .. han-re han .. tui ja chaibi tai hobey ... aro jorey dhoka .. Mulota bhenge thekey gele hi hobey? Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh ...Kalpana gave one last shuddering scream and went limp! Her whole body was covered in sweat and she was groaning with pleasure. Raju left the radish inside his mother's cunt and then lay down beside her. Her head on his shoulders his hand on her tits, stroking them ever so gently. Ki Ma .. bhalo laglo? Han baba Raju .. tui je ajkey amay ki shookh dili .. se ki korey bojhai tokey .. bojha'te hobey na ... bujhtey parchi .. boojhbi boojhbi ... choder je ki shanti, se boley bojhano jay na .. Orgasm? Raag mochon? Han're ... tui-oto baanra khinchis? Tai na .. Se to tumi jano ... ratey tomar khateyei khinchi ... Bujhtey pari ... khaat norey, sakaley paijamay daag ... Jokhon phaada'ta phichik korey beroy, khoob bhalo lage Achcha daanra .. aami tokey aar ektu bhalo korey korey di Ma .. tumi aamaar baanra khinch'e deb'ey? Ta tui cheley hoye maa'er goodey ei moolo'ta ghoshey dili aar aami etuku kortey paarbo na ... pant'ta khol Raju was out of his shorts in a trice .. OOh .. to'r baanra'ta biraat hoye geche ... Ta tomar moto emon maa'ke samne nangto dekhle khaara hobe na? choto byalay tokey chaan koratam ... tokhon koto chotto chilo .. tokhon to ar nangto meyer moja bujhtey paartam na ... Kalpana was now rubbing Raju's prick harder and faster ... Raju in turn was squeezing his mother's tits with greater urgency. Ma oh Ma ... e'je ashadharon ... nije korley .. erokom hoye na baba .. er jonno meye manusher haath chai ... uuf ... tor bichi gulo-o jeno phule boro hoye uThche .. ma ..ma ... ma ....Raju was screaming with pleasure .. dhorey raakh, chepe raakh ... jeno beriye na jaye .. But it was too difficult for Raju to hold back on the ejaculatiion that his mother Kalpana was wringing out of him and it was only a few minutes before .. OOOWW ... he squirted his cum into his mother's fist. Kalapana too was in the throes of an ecstasy. After so many years she had had thick, hot, syrupy cum on her hands and before she knew it she was licking it out of her fingers. And then she felt a pang of guilt!! Ei ki korlum re! Keno ki korley? Nijer cheler phaada cheTe khacchi! keu jantey paarley? Jante parley onek kichui jaantey paarey .. kintu jaanbe keno? ke bolbe? Ami? na Tumi? Ta ja bolechis ... eta to'r aar amar byapar re .. Next morning mother and son woke up, naked, in each other's arms. Actually it was Raju who was up first and woke up his mother by sucking at her tits. Ki ma? raatey ghoom holo? Ghoom to roj'ee hoy kintu kal'ker ghoom'ta jeno onek beshi gaaDo ar bhalo ... Tai bujhi .. Ta koto din porey goodey ekta shokto kichu dhookechilo bol .. Ebar aar ekta kichu dhokiye dobo naki? Ei na .. tor baanra dhokabi na .. keno ma? keno dhokabi na .. Cheler maa'ke choodtey nei je .. keno? ki hoy .. kharap .. ei eta nakami korcho ... aamar samney nangto hobey!! paa phaank korey goodey mulo dhukiye ditey bolbe ar choodley joto kharap. na rey, er ekta medical byapar achey .. maaney .. maaney jodi tui amar petey ar ekta bachcha dhukiye dees? tokhon ki hobey? taar jonye byabostha kora jay .. condom kiney aanbo ..