2 comments/ 89290 views/ 13 favorites The Scion of Shyamgarh Ch. 01 By: kaypee [ This story is set in in the vicinity of Ranchi, the capital of Jharkhand, a state in India that has some of the most beautiful deciduous forests spread across the low and rolling hills that are a part of the Chotanagpur Plateau. Locations and characters are obviously fictitious. ] The late night train for Ranchi had just pulled out of Howrah station and Rajesh and his mother Radha were settling into their first class coupe. Rajesh was a tall and thoughtful looking lad with a shock of unkempt hair and the beginnings of a straggly beard that he trimmed occassionally, ever since he started college a year ago. In fact he had just come back on vacation today morning and had his carefully laid plans upset by this sudden trip. Radha was in her early forties, tall and fair with a face and figure that would more often than not cause a second glance. She had been a single mother to her son ever since her husband had died when Rajesh was just about a toddler. It had been a brief but very happy marriage and those pleasant memories --and the substantial life insurance cover that her husband had purchased -- had kept her from from falling into any other substantial relationship. As a child she had dabbled in painting but in her initial loneliness, she had turned to painting first as a hobby and then as a profession and had achieved a degree of success. "Mum, where would you want to sleep? upper or lower?" "Obviously, lower. Dont even ask me to climb up there." "OK, do you want me to make the bed now? Or would we have a snack?" "Snack? are you still hungry after that hefty dinner that we had in the restaurant?" "True, I am actually full", he tapped his tummy, and then with a sudden mischievous grin, "It is not always food you know!" "Meaning?" Radha was perplexed for a moment and then, "I will give you one smack on the head" as she caught on to what her son had implied. "I am OK with that if you follow it up with a yank of the ....." Rajesh deliberately left the sentence unfinished. "You naughty boy", Radha pummeled her son in mock anger, "I will teach you a lesson that you will ..." but before she could finish her words, Rajesh had engulfed her in a hug and had planted one big kiss on her lips! ............................................................... Which was of course not the kind of behaviour one would expect from a grown up son unless you knew something about the background. Radha and Rajesh had a unique relationship which had been long in the making but had crystallised just after Rajesh's eighteenth birthday. But even before that Radha had realised that with approaching adulthood, her son had started to view her as a woman as well. Perhaps she should have been more circumspect but the lack of a physical relationship had left her with a burn in her body. So a lot of childlike hugs, kisses and cuddles between mother and son had actually meant a lot more to both of them and neither of them had consciously tried to stifle the pulse of pleasure that each felt in each other's intimate physical contacts. Things had matured over time! A few items of clothing had been discarded now and then, when for example, Radha had asked her son to massage her back and Rajesh had taken it further along by pulling down her panties and squeezing her butts! Then of course there had been times when they had curled inside a blanket on a cold winter evening and Radha had felt the hard prod of her son's erection grinding into her back, but in all such cases the interaction was was implicit -- neither mother nor son had had the nerve to try anything explicit. But all this had changed on that fateful night when Radha had had an attack of allergy that had caused a rash of red weals to erupt and the doctor had prescribed an ointment that had to be applied all over her body. Perhaps both mother and son were looking for an opportunity to take the next step but the urgency of the situation had allowed Radha to drop her inhibitions without any accompanying sense of guilt. Rajesh had not lost this opportunity to lay out his mother on the dinner table, stark naked, and with great enthusiasm had gone about smearing the ointment all over her body -- and with particular emphasis on her tits, cunt and other more interesting parts. The ointment was good and had killed the rash but the incident had taken their relationship to a new level altogether. Rajesh's open ogling of his mother's total nudity had left him with a raging hard-on that had proved irresistible for Radha. She had started to stroke her son's erection through his pants and then, when Rajesh had obligingly dropped them to his ankles, she had lovingly run her clenched fists along its throbbing length -- her first touch of a hard penis in nearly 15 years -- until, horror of horrors, Rajesh had ejaculated big globs of cum right into her hands! Since then mother and son had moved into a very open relationship that went all the way with kiss, hug, squeeze, rub and mutual pleasuring but Radha had drawn the line on actual penetrational sex. "Kiddo, I know that we have crossed almost all social norms but allow me the privilege of this one lakshman rekha, this inviolate boundary, please do not fuck me." So that is how it had been for the past one year, but neither of them knew that this was going to change soon. ......................................................................................... "Hey Raju", Radha used her son's pet name, "dont tell me that you are all that hungry" "I am, I am. It has been nearly six months that I have had my mother in my arms" "There are so many pretty girls in your college, and all so young too" "But none as ravishing and sexy as my beautiful mother." "Wait ..." as Radha felt her son's hand on her belly. "Shut the windows at least" They were in a first class but non-airconditioned compartment which meant that they could open the windows. Raju pushed up the glass pane but pulled down the the shutters so that they would get the breeze and yet not be visible from outside. Being a two berth coupe, there was no other person in their booth and so their privacy was assured. "Hey mum, we have never fooled around in a train like this." "Right and I like this sway of the train", falling forward into her son's arms. "Now, now, now, it is all so hot", even though the fan was whirring and the breeze was coming in strong through the shutters. "So take off your pants -- and I said it first!" It was a standard game between the two of the them -- who would be in the buff first. Rajesh stripped off his shirt and vest and stepped out of his trousers to reveal a huge tent in his briefs. His mother teased it through the fabric but then put him out of his misery by freeing it from its constraints. "Your nuts have become bigger." She fondled his balls, "Have you been yanking off too often?" "Difficult without you being around! But you still have your clothes on and that is not fair" "Well, why you don't you help me Kiddo" Radha had dressed rather conservatively in a salwar suit and Raju lost no time in pulling her kameez off, over her head and then loosened the cords of her pyjamas. Dumping them on the berth above, he admired his mother in her bra and panties. "Look, not an ounce of fat" Radha was rather proud of her slim and trim figure but Raju was getting impatient. With a quick flick he unhooked her bra and pulled down her panties to reveal .. "Mum, have not shaved your jhaant? your bush?" "That is difficult without your help" "Now let me untie your hair" and he loosened the clip and allowed her hip long tresses to cascade across her delicious breasts. "Come mother, come into my arms" and with that Raju sat down on the long seat and pulled his mother into his lap. Radha threw her arms around her son's neck, locked her lips on his and pushed her tongue into his mouth. She felt her son gripping her hair at the nape of her neck while his other hand squeezed her tits and teased her nipples. And as the train rattled on, Raju's hands travelled down to her cunt and she moaned with pleasure as her son's fingers pressed in and found the nub of her pleasure. It had been months since mother and son had had an opportunity to make each other happy but the night was still young and Ranchi was more than eight hours away ... ------------ Rajesh had been curious about the purpose of their visit. Radha had told him that a wealthy patron, a former zamindar, or feudal landlord, had commissioned her for a series of paintings and they would be staying there for a couple of days. The train was a little late and it was mid-morning when they reached Ranchi but much to their relief, just outside the station they found a liveried chauffeur waiting for them. "Are you Ms Singh?" "Yes and you?" "I am Chintan and Thakur-saab has sent me to pick you up and take you to Shyamgarh. Please come with me." Chintan picked up their luggage and led them to big Land Rover parked alongside. "Chintan, how long would it take for us to reach Shyamgarh?" "It would be about an hour madam." "And how is the road Chintan bhai" Rajesh was curious. "It will pass through the hills and the ghats and there is very pretty scenery" Actually the road was quite spectacular, winding through the hills of Chotanagapur and at one point it actually went through a tunnel and emerged in a lush, green valley. "This madam is where we enter Shyamgarh and from now on it is all Thakur-saab's property." "Thakur-saab must be a very big zamindar" "His father, Thakur Bhupinder Singh-ji was the Maharaja of Shyamgarh and had a 5-gun salute from the British but after the abolition of the zamindari system and the privy purses, Thakur Ranjan Singh-ji has disposed most of his assets except for this very private ghati area that he retains as his personal property." "And he lives alone?" "There are branches of the family scattered across India but he lives alone here." "Alone? but he is quite aged?" "Oh we are there, members of his staff. We take care of the household." They reached the magnificent Shyamgarh palace in a few minutes and were met by a retinue of staff members who showed them to their personal quarters. "Where is Thakur-saab?" Radha was eager to meet her patron. "He has gone out on business but he will join you for lunch." Lunch was sumptuous but more importantly Radha and Rajesh met Thakur Ranjan Singh for the first time and he was impressive. He had been a big man but age had taken its toll. His hair was white and even though he still walked upright, there was a visible sign of tiredness around him. But despite his obvious physical debility, he had a razor sharp mind and a lively interest in the world around him, including -- very surprisingly -- Facebook and Twitter! Thanks to mobile broadband, you need not get a grain of sand to see the world in, the Firefox browser was good enough! After lunch, all three of them, Radha, Rajesh and Thakur-saab retired to a magnificent drawing room where Mantran, the butler, had set up an elegant bar. "We have some single malt and also some lovely red wine ... what would you have madam?" "What is Thakur-saab going to have?" "Oh he will have Mahua, the local firewater brewed in our villages." "Then I will have the same." "I have had Mahua in college." Rajesh was excited, "I will have the same" Mantran served them and retired out of sight and that is when Thakur-saab dropped his bomb. "Radha, thank you for taking the trouble to come all this distance but I think that before you spend any more time here, I should tell you something important" "Like what?" There was hint of alarm in her voice. "You could still go ahead with your commission for painting but that was not why I have brought you here" "Mr Singh" Radha turned formal in her indignation, "I hope you do not have any funny tricks up your sleeve." "Not at all, only a proposition, that if you turn down will allow you to walk out of the door and back to Ranchi, right now but with a significant sum of money in your purse." "But tell me what is that you propose?" Radha's tone had lost her stridency, she was intrigued. "I wish to marry you" "And why do you think I would agree to that?" "Because you have nothing to lose! You carry on with your life as you would like to and you get half of this wonderful estate today .. and if we are lucky the whole of it when I die ... which, as you can figure out, is not too far away" "Why would you do it? And what is this luck part?" "I have my reasons that, if you agree to my proposition you will understand, and this luck part refers to you bearing me a male child." "At this age?" "I am sure that you are still capable of child bearing and if you can bear me a male child then in terms of the laws of Shyamgarh, the child -- with you as the regent -- gets to keep the throne" "And if there is no male child?" "Then the throne goes to someone else but this palace and the estate remains for you and your son Rajesh .. no questions asked." "What about him? How does he fit in?" "For the world at large he remains your son and a step brother to the child that I hope you will bear -- but I am sure that he will find it more worthwhile than that." "What if I say to no?" "Well I hope you would not, but if you do then as I said, you are free to leave now or whenever you want. You will get the money that I had promised you --whether you paint your pictures or not -- and Chintan will drop you at the station with a ticket back to Calcutta -- and no one will know anything about this proposal." "I suppose I cannot ask for anything more ... except for some time to consider this unusual offer." "Take your time .. but I would be very eager to have a positive decision by dinner time. And if you would now excuse me, I need some rest. My staff would also be away till tea and you too could relax till them." Thakur Ranjan Singh left and Radha and Rajesh were left alone in the vast stillness of the opulent drawing room. Mother and son were spellbound by the shock and awe of this unique proposal. "Mum?" Rajesh was the first to break the reverie. "Do you think that this is a good idea?" "It blows my mind kid, to have a marriage proposed again after all these years and that too a man who is as old as my father." "I am sure that it feels good?" "It sounds attractive no doubt but then a marriage is a matter of the heart." "Do you not like the Thakur?" "I know nothing about him .. and then there is this twist in the tail" "But even if you don't have a son, you would still be well off." "Logically it is a fantastic proposition -- to be able to inherit this massive property -- but somewhere down the line I hate to be used as breeding machine .. to give him an heir. What do you think? [ continued in Part II ] The Scion of Shyamgarh Ch. 02 [ continued from Part I ] But finally, head won over the heart and Radha agreed to the terms and the marriage was scheduled in Ranchi, the nearest big town and state capital, on a day that was in harmony with her celestial and physical cycles. Ranjan's relatives were obviously annoyed as they realised that the possibility of getting access to his estate would now diminish significantly but strangely enough not too many of Radha's friends and acquaintances were happy either! Though none of them were aware of the rider in the contract, most of them were jealous that after all these years, she had landed such a rich husband and made no secret of their apparent disdain for such gold-digging! Ranjan was of course oblivious and indifferent to such behaviour. He arranged for the civil marriage to be registered in the Notary's office and after a grand dinner in one of the most expensive hotels in the city headed back to his Shyamgarh along with this new bride and her son. They arrived just after sunset to see the palace lit up and looking gorgeous. His loyal staff and their family welcomed him home with fireworks and small compact program of santhali tribal dance and music. Everyone - guests and artistes included -- had a good time with mahua and music and much merriment and once everyone had finally departed, it was time for the bridal chamber. But Rajesh? where would he go? He of course had a room to himself in the palace right adjacent to the Thakur's private chamber -- should he head that way? He was about to but Ranjan stopped him. "Rajesh-beta, why don't you come along with us" "Where Thakur-saab?" "Come to the bridal chamber .. and help your mother prepare herself" "What help would I need?" Radha was curious. "Oh come along anyway .. after all what will he do alone in this big house?" "Of course he could help me take off this heavy jewellery and these brocade dresses." Ranjan caught hold of his new wife and her son and gently led them into his master bedroom. It was huge and filled with antique furniture and decorated with marble statues and oil paintings on the wall. At one end of the room was a gigantic four-poster bed and near it were placed three deep sofas around a small centre table that had a bottle of cognac and three large snifters. "Come, let us sit and talk for while" said Ranjan and sat down on one of the sofas and asked the two others to make themselves comfortable. Then he poured out three generous portions and handed it out to all. "Cheers ... to my brand new family" "Cheers .." echoed the other two. "That was a long day, Thakur-ji, are you feeling tired?" Radha enquired. "Actually I am, after all I am more than 80 .. and all this excitement is difficult" "But the day is not yet over." Rajesh had been thinking about the inevitable consummation that should happen now and was feeling excited about it "You still have some unfinished business!" He could not resist a smirk. "Shhh Rajesh!" His mother tried to caution him but ended up flustered and blushing. "Oh don't bother my sweetheart." Ranjan waved to his wife, "he is now my son and we are all comfortable in each others presence" "But .." "No ifs and buts my dear, your son, our son Raju is now an integral part of all that we do." "I don't understand Thakur-Ji" "You will my dear .. but first Rajesh a little bit of ceremony. Thanks to the jealousy of all concerned, we had to do with just a civil ceremony today but now that it is done, we could try something more intimate." "Like what?" "Say kanyadaan ... where the father hands over the bride." "But my father is not here" "Your son could do the same." He took a big swig from the cognac. "I would be delighted to do so". It was Rajesh's turn to take a swig. "I am sure you would, because in our custom, the bride has to be handed over in the nude!" "What!" Both Radha and Rajesh asked in unison. "Come on, I know that the two of you are very intimate with each other and believe me, that is OK as far as I am concerned." "But how do you know this?" "Gotcha! You have just admitted to it sweetheart! but I have my ways that you will learn. But don't get alarmed .. we will all enjoy this together." "OK what do you want me to do Papa?" "Come with me, I will explain ..." and he took Rajesh out of the room leaving a thoroughly puzzled Radha behind. But they were back soon, each dressed in a fine muslin wrap-around dhoti and a rich silk shawl thrown across otherwise bare backs. Rajesh was also carrying a tray loaded with garlands of rose and marigold. Ranjan made himself comfortable on one of the sofa's and lit a cigar from a case box that had been lying nearby. Rajesh walked over to where his mother was sitting and placed the tray of garlands next to her. Then with a cute but mischievous smile he pulled her up to her feet and started removing her heavy gold jewelry. The tiara, the set of three necklaces, the wristlets, the bangles and the anklets came off one by one. Radha's eyes were firmly fixed on the ground but her husband was watching with a keen interest. The next to come off was the heavy brocade blouse that Rajesh unbuttoned at the back and cast aside to reveal a proud pair of pert breasts cradled in a tiny black bra. This was followed by the crimson-and-white saree that Rajesh unloosened at the hip and then unwrapped, folded and kept aside — leaving his mother in her bra and a blood red silk petticoat. Radha's hair had been made into an elaborate coiffure held up with pins and clips and as these were removed one by one, her hip length hair cascaded down her back. Rajesh then unhooked the tiny bra and her breasts spilled out. Nude from her waist upward, Radha was a ravishing sight and Ranjan could hardly keep her eyes off from her as her son played with her nipples and caressed the smooth depression of her belly button. "Don't forget the garland" Rajesh placed the big, rich garland around her neck so that it flowed across her breasts and over her nipples. "Mum, are you now ready to cast aside your last bit of modesty for your Lord and Lover?" "Yes .." Radha's voice was choked with emotion but she pulled the knot of the cord that held up her petticoat and it fell away to reveal the mound of her womanhood -- framed in a thick bush of neatly trimmed pubic hair. Radha's eyes were closed and her head was on her son's shoulder. Rajesh pushed his arms around her belly and then cupped her breasts in his hands. Slowly and gently he gripped his mother nipples and started to tweak and play with them. Radha gave a low moan of pleasure as her nipples started to harden at her son's touch. Behind her, she could feel her son's erection poking and prodding her in her butts. She wriggled her hips and pushed her ass-cheeks into his hard prick. Rajesh lowered an hand until he felt swell of her pubic mound, covered in a fine brush of her pubic hair and squeezed them ever so gently. Radha moaned again with pleasure. "Mother are you ready for your lover?" "Please ..." Radha could only nod in assent. Rajesh gently pushed his naked mother forward towards his father who leaned forward, caught her by her hands and guided her onto his lap. Then he stepped back and sat down on the sofa and picked up his own cognac. Ranjan loosened his own wrap-dhoti and threw it over his naked wife covering both their naked bodies under the sheer muslin fabric. Rajesh could see his father's hands exploring his mother's naked body, squeezing her tits and massaging her groin. He took a big swig on the cognac and then slid his own hands inside his dhoti and started to rub his own raging erection. Ranjan reached across to the cognac and brought it to his wife's mouth. Radha's eyes were closed but she threw her back on his shoulder and parted her lips and her husband poured it all into her mouth. She took a gulp and choked and the rest of the cognac poured out over the thin wrap -- showing up her tits through wet fabric. Then his hand was on her mound, his fingers pushed into her cunt and he began to move them around -- faster and faster. Radha's breathing became faster, her moans louder and her eyes were closed. Rajesh's state was similar, he too was jacking off faster and faster and groaning and grunting as well. Mother and son were now in open and flagrant masturbation in front of each other and then they climaxed almost simultaneously. Rajesh's dhoti had now fallen off and Radha watched in excited amazement how three or four big globs of his powerful ejaculation flew into the air and landed on the table in front while she herself shuddered to a thundering orgasm. "Brilliant ..." Ranjan was over the moon with pleasure, "I have never seen a mother and son come together." but the other two were too exhausted to reply. Rajesh slumped back on the sofa while Radha leaned back on her husband chest. Everyone was exhausted and just wanted to relax. Ranjan was the first to stir. He threw aside his wrap to reveal his nude wife lying on top of his equally naked body. He sat up on the deep but narrow couch and pulled Radha's body onto his lap, or rather between his thighs. Behind her, Radha felt her husbands prick and balls get squashed against her buttocks. "Ranjan-ji" she kept deferring to her husband's age by adding the respectful ji after his name, "why have you gone so soft down there?" she was curious. "That is something that I will now have to explain to you sweetheart." "What is there to explain? I will get it hard in a jiffy" and with that she slid out of his lap, got onto the floor, turned around and started sucking at Ranjan's flaccid dick. Rajesh's case was different. The sight of his mother, stark naked, on her knees with her head buried in father's crotch was more than enough to send his prick up and hard again as he stared at her cunt, moist and swollen, peeping through the crack of her butts that is father was kneading with great gusto. But Radha was confused. She had been licking and sucking at her husband's prick but it showed no flicker of interest! What was wrong? "Come sweetheart, let me explain" Ranjan pulled her up against his chest and ran his fingers against her sweaty face. "Is there a problem, my love? Do you want me to do anything else?" "There is a problem my dear and you must understand that I am more than 80 years old! and it has been a long, long time since I have had anything do with a woman." "But no more .. I am now here ..." Radha was perplexed. "The problem is not with you my darling, it is with me ... I don't think I can do it anymore, at least not since I had an operation nearly fifteen years ago." "We can get things fixed, we can get Viagra, we can see a doctor .. I cannot leave my loving husband in the lurch" There was a real love and concern in her voice. "We could, but at my age things like Viagra can be dangerous" "But we must!" there was tinge of alarm in Radha's voice." What about the son that you wanted to have?" "Come on sweetheart, I would not have brought you all the way here if I had not thought that through." "So how do we ..?" "Relax. Have you not heard of a kshetraj child, where the queen is impregnated by someone other than the king?" "Oh God! you want me to?" Radha could not bear to finish the sentence. Thoughts of being made to have sex with some demonic surrogate -- as it happened to the two queens of Raja Bichitrabirja, the founding "father" of the Mahabharata clan -- flashed through her mind. "No, no, no ..." she screamed. "Please Radha, I will never put you in the arms of a person whom you don't like." "And how would you know whom I like and whom I don't?" "I have no intention of looking for someone who you do not like but I do know of someone who you like very much." "Who is that?" "He is right here, in this room, just behind you." "You mean .." words failed for a second, "you mean Rajesh! my son?" "Can you deny that you are very comfortable with him?" "But, but ..." "But you have never been penetrated by him right? So why not start?" "It is a boundary that we have never crossed." "There are other boundaries that you have and what is so different here? You have done everything else .. so what is wrong with just another six inch of his rod pushing into your cunt and spraying you with his precious seed?" "This was never a part of the deal Ranjan ... you had never told me that I will have to be fucked by my son." "And even now I will never force you. If you don't want to, you don't .. everything else stays the same .. but you don't get the son and you don't get the throne!" "Oh dear, what have I landed up in " Radha was distraught. She covered her face with her hands and sat down on the floor. "Please do not panic my sweetheart." Ranjan consoled his wife. "Why don't I leave you with your very best friend and lover for now. Talk to him and I am sure you will see merit in what I say." Ranjan stood up and gently pulled Radha to her feet as well. He kissed her gently, led her up to her son and pushed her down on his lap. Then he poured another round of cognac for all three and picked up his drink. "Do not rush into anything sweetheart, sleep over the decision and remember, night is the mother of all counsel" was the last thing that Ranjan said before he left the room. Rajesh took another big swig of cognac and pulled his mother onto his lap. Without a stitch of clothing on her she looked so very delicate and vulnerable that he felt sorry for his mother. He knew that she must be going through the pangs of an extreme indecisiveness and to comfort her he ran her fingers over her face, down her throat, across her breasts and lightly massaged her belly. "Kiddo, do you really want to fuck me now?" there was a hint of tear in her eye. "Not unless you really, really want me to Mum" "I really do not know what I want, kid" and she took another large swig of the cognac. "Do you want the child or do you not?" "Of course I want the child and not just for the throne, but for the pleasure of being a mother again in such a wonderful place!" another swig, a big one that threw her into another choke. "And you are comfortable with being in my arms?" "Of course, more than anyone else in the world" "Then why do you deny all of us -- you, me and Papa -- of what would make us all happy" "I really do not know kiddo, my sweetheart ..." and with that she suddenly passed out! The cognac had finally taken effect. Rajesh knew that there was no more any point in talking to her. She was knocked out and would remain so for the rest of the night. He lowered her gently onto the floor and then went searching for his Ranjan. He was right outside, in the lounge, nursing his drink and when he heard what had happened, he quickly but calmly rushed back. "I think Mum is Ok, it is just that she has had a bit too much to drink" "That is a fine, after all she is at home, but it would be shame to leave your mother like that, naked on the floor and that too on her wedding night." "Let us put her on the bed" "Yes but it has to be a bridal bed, fit for the queen of Shyamgarh! Come, help me set it up" Ranjan went up to the bed, removed the brocade cover to reveal a sheet a milky white satin. This he proceeded to cover with a thick layer of marigold until it looked like carpet of golden wool. Father and son then lifted the naked body of Radha and put her down with great tenderness in the middle of the golden field. Then Ranjan turned to leave. "Papa, don't you want to spend the night with her?" "Kid, she would be far more at ease if she wakes up in your arms" "But ..." Rajesh did not know how to say it. "Don't even try to fuck her tonight", the old man had known what the kid had in mind. "Let her decide how to take it forward and we shall respect her judgement" "Will it be her heart or will it be her head?" "We will know the answer tomorrow ... good night and don't jerk off any more!" [ continued in Part III ] The Scion of Shyamgarh Ch. 03 [ continued from Part II ] Rajesh and Ranjan were already at the breakfast table when a rather demure Radha walked in and sat down between them. Ranjan was very eager to know what she had decided upon but being the gentleman that he was, he was waiting for his wife to speak her mind. Rajesh, on the other hand knew what his mother would say. She had after all waken up in his arms on the floral bed and the two of them had spent a good hour arguing on the ethics of a son fucking his mother while, paradoxically, both being in the nude! "Ranjan" she said very quietly, and with a blush that spread all over her fair face,"I will have a child with Rajesh" "Excellent", Ranjan clapped his hands in pleasure, "I knew that left to yourself you would do the right thing" "But you had a very persuasive advocate in Rajesh. I could really not turn him down" "So the heart won over the head? Or did the head win over the heart?" "Whatever, now tell me what next?" "We have two little hurdles to cross" "What?" "First a close relative of mine, but certainly not my well wisher, will be coming to meet you today as a representative of the family. By the principle of primogeniture, the throne is supposed to go my eldest living male child and if he does not exist then the it goes into my brother's line -- so they want to make sure that you are really bearing my child." "But how would they know for sure?" "Generally my word should be enough but still there are spies around who would not hesitate to report anything unusual that they see or hear about." "Then Rajesh is the safest bet! After all he is my son and he has every reason to be around." "Why do you think I chose the two of you?" "Fine, we can handle that .. what about the other hurdle?" "Let me explain about that ..." ............................................................................... Night had fallen on Shyamgarh. It was a full moon night and Ranjan, Radha and Rajesh had assembled on the roof of the palace which had been set up for havan or fire ceremony. "When is this Darshan fellow going to show up?" "Not until he thinks that the time is auspicious" "And you really think that this is of any use?" Radha was a bit apprehensive about the ordeal that she would have to undergo. Ranjan had explained to her about the custom that has been followed by all princely estates in India since the dawn of time to ensure the birth of a male heir but like all modern women Radha was yet to be convinced that any kind of religious mumbo-jumbo could have any impact on the gender of child. "A lot of it is obviously bullshit but there is one part of the ceremony that has a lot of potent science in it, but as in all other cases, it has got covered under layers of irrelevant rites." "What is that?" "He will introduce a small stalk of a secret Himalayan tree into your cunt and then you will have keep it in for some time. The juices secreted by the stalk will change the chemistry of your womb for some time and make the environment hostile for the female sperms." "And this will enhance the probability of a male child? Are you sure?" "Generations of people have used this in India" "But then is it not widely known?" "There are not too many people who can recognise this plant, let alone bring it down from Tibet, Oh there he comes." A door opened and a rather wild looking man -- with matted hair and clad in a loincloth -- appeared on the roof. "Namaste, Darshan-ji" Ranjan welcomed him with folded arms and introduced him to his wife and his step son. "So will he be the third person in our triad?" Darshan's voice was deep and low. His eyes were glowing like hot coals and obviously he was high on marijuana. "He is young, but I believe he fulfils all the requirements and is perhaps the most trustworthy adult male other than you and me out here." "You are right, you have too many enemies. When did the the princess bleed last?" "That was ten days ago, now I am clean and ready." Radha answered softly. "Then we are ready, let us start" Darshan pulled out a stack of 21 short sticks from his bag and laid them out on the floor of the roof. "One for now and the rest for each night till her next period" The three men dropped their clothes and encircled Radha within their outstretched arms. Then Darshan started chanting some sonorous verses and Radha, who had kept her eyes tightly closed, found that her clothes were being removed from her body, one by one, until she too was stripped naked. Next Darshan took a pot of butter and started applying it all over her body and Rajesh was reminded of his own experience with the ointment and he started to get an erection at the sight of his mother's naked body glistening in the moonlight. Now for the delicate part, Darshan spread out a small carpet on the floor. Then he asked Radha to lie down on her back, with her knees raised and legs spread out and directed Ranjan to kneel between her legs. Rajesh was told to sit behind her head and place his hands on her bare shoulders. Earlier in the day, they had shaved Radha's pubic hair and her mound was as clean as her cheeks but for the gaping slash of her spread-out cunt. Darshan handed one of the sticks to Ranjan along with a knife and asked him to scrape off the bark and taper it down to a blunt point -- and as the bark came off, there was thin resinous liquid that started oozing out of the stalk. Darshan started to chant more verses and Ranjan carefully took the stick and started to push it into Radha's cunt. For a second, Radha was tense but as the stick moved in easily, she relaxed and almost the entire eight inches went into her with only a small bit sticking out. Rajesh now helped her to sit up and carefully, so as not to eject the stick in her cunt, Radha folded her legs in the lotus pose. Then once again all three men encircled her. "Princess, you must sit like for some time while we light the fire and say our verses" Rajesh realised that the fire and the verses were crap. The resinous jelly must be allowed to work its magic in his mother's womb, but in any case they went along with the rites and ceremonies for the next thirty minutes. Finally Darshan asked Radha to stand up and pull out the stick from her cunt and throw it into the fire so that it burnt to ash. "Thakur-saab, it is now up to you to plant your seed in her." Radha had been afraid that Ranjan would have to fuck her in the open and thus be forced to reveal his incapacity but thankfully enough, their forefather's had had the foresight to mandate privacy for the copulating couple. So the two of them -- Radha and Ranjan -- disappeared into a small tent-like room that had been temporarily erected on the roof and Darshan and Rajesh sat outside and waited for the fornicating couple to do their work. Rajesh of course knew that his father was incapable of fucking his mother but he also knew that the two of them were smart enough to fool anybody and so for the next couple of minutes or so, they listened to the grunts, groans, moans, shrieks and what ever that human couples do when they are in the throes of erotic excitement. Finally all went quiet and Ranjan came out and said a few words to Darshan and handed over a big packet of currency notes to him for his services. He smiled, wished him well and left. Ranjan took Rajesh by his arm and walked into the tent which had been set up as cosy little love nest with a low cot piled with lots of sheets and cushions. Radha, still naked as ever, was lounging on a pillow and smiled at her son who had thrown a wrap around him. "So did you hear us make love?" "We certainly heard you, but I know better." "But was it convincing? Because Darshan must be convinced that I was indeed fucking your mother" "I would think so, but unlike me he did not get an erection." "For him it is business, wonder how he manages to fuck his own wife!" "Let him worry about that, but now I want to know when my son will fuck his mother" "Here? Now?" "No, if walls have ears, they can have eyes too. ... let us go down to our bedroom" So they all trooped down to their living quarters and only when they had the locked door behind them did they breathe a sigh of relief. "Now Rajesh beta, time to earn your living or live out your dream?" "Shall we, mother?" Rajesh voice was edgy with lust. "My son is so darned eager to fuck me." "Why blame him, when his mother too is so darned eager to be penetrated" "But in reality we do not have too much time as the effects of the stick in your cunt will wear out soon." "So let us begin" and with that Radha pushed Rajesh on to the bed and start licking and sucking his prick and balls. Ranjan retired to the sofa, poured himself a shot of mahua that Mantran had thoughtfully left on the table and watched as .. Mother and son, both stark naked, wrestled around on the bed. For sometime it was mother on top, kissing her son on her lips and then it was son on top squeezing his mother's tits and grinding his prick on her groin. But finally -- and this was because it would be Rajesh's first time -- the converged on the classic missionary position. Radha found herself spreadeagled with her shoulders pinned down on the bed and Rajesh climbed atop her and positioned his erection on her cunt. Then with one hand kneading her breast he started to jerk his way into his mother. "Rajesh, Raju .. my son .. come, come into me" Radha whispered knowing that walls have ears "At last, at last" replied Rajesh, "at last I am entering your sacred portal" and with that his jerks became more vigorous and violent until with one big grunt he was fully inside. Radha squealed with pleasure. Radha squealed with real pleasure because after all these years of foreplay and masturbation she was being well and truly fucked by a hot, hard, throbbing and erect penis -- no more fingering, no more toys and sticks but a real penis but the pleasure did not last too long because her inexperienced son could not hold himself back too long and squirted what seemed like a bucket of cum deep into her cunt. Rajesh collapsed beside her mother but Ranjan would not let him relax. "Come on kid, don't be selfish. Just because you have had your ejaculation you cannot leave your mother high and dry" And so under his father's orders and direction, Rajesh fingered his mother's cunt till she too had screamed and shivered to her own orgasm. The journey to a new life begins with a single sperm and that sperm was ejaculated into her cunt today and life would never be the same again. ............................................................................. Radha was pregnant and radiant! She was sitting in the cool, air-conditioned comfort of a hotel waiting for her son to arrive on the train from Calcutta. It was barely the ninth month after her marriage and much to the relief of her husband, her son had not failed impregnate her in the first week after the event. Ranjan had had her checked up with the best gynaecologist in Ranchi but had also brought her out of Shyamgarh and had put her up in a hotel because he did not wish to take a risk with the ride. Rajesh had of course gone back to college but now that the baby was due in a day or two, he was on his way back to give her comfort and company. The bell rang and Radha opened the door to see Rajesh standing outside with a huge bouquet of red roses for her. "Oh how sweet of you sweetheart, to have brought these lovely flowers" "But only I know where I will place them." "You naughty boy" but her admonition did not carry any conviction. "Come mother .. I have never seen you swollen like this?" "How could you? You were still inside here ... when I was last like this" "But now that I am outside, let me see what my pregnant mother really looks like" Being at home, Radha was wearing nothing more than a slip with a sort of a nightgown thrown on top and Rajesh pulled it off over hear head leaving totally naked. Then he knelt in front of her and kissed the smooth swell of her tumescent belly. "Can you hear your little brother inside?" The sex-determination test, though illegal in India because it led to abortions of the female foetus, had revealed that there was a little boy who was waiting at the far end of the tunnel. But at the near end, there was another boy, much older of course, who was peering at her mother's crotch and occasionally pressing his lips into her lips and giving them a little lick of pleasure. "Rajesh, don't. It tickles." Rajesh got up and hugged his mother tight. He ran his hands over her breasts and lifted her chin and kissed her on her lips. He felt his erection tightening inside his pants and he felt his mother's groin grind against his prick. "Shall we, mother?" he asked mischievously. "No Rajesh, I am also itching too, it has been so long, but we are too close to the event and I do not know whether it would be safe to try anything funny" But that did not stop her from pulling down his pants and sucking him off till ejaculation and then the two of them got into bed fooled around -- just as they had been used to doing, when penetration was still taboo! That evening, as if she had been waiting for her son, and the father of her to be born son, to arrive, Radha went into labour. .................................................................... A week later the happy family of four was back in Shyamgarh with the proud mother showing off her new born son -- the Scion of Shyamgarh -- when a sleek Honda CRV SUV drove into the palace grounds and two neatly dressed men stepped out. These were Ranjan's nephews and they wanted to meet him urgently and were led to the drawing room by Mantran, the butler. Radha, with the baby in her arms and Rajesh joined Ranjan to welcome them. After the usual pleasantries, the nephew burst what he thought would be a bomb. "Thakur-ji, we are happy that you have a son, but will he be the future ruler of Shyamgarh?" "Why not? That is what is our law, is it not" "Pardon me sir, the rule says that he has to be your son." "But he is, is he not?" "Are you sure? We are not sure?" "Are you casting aspersions on my wife? Are you saying that she has been unfaithful?" "That is for you to decide, but we need to be convinced that this child has the royal blood of Shyamgarh flowing in his veins." "And what would convince you?" "Nothing short of a DNA test." "Oh is that all? Ho ho ho ...." Ranjan broke out in a loud laughter, much to the consternation of all in the room. "I thought you would like to do something more inhuman like Shylock in the Merchant of Venice and ask for some blood to be pulled out and shown." "Jokes aside, Thakur, unless we have the DNA test within a week, we are going to file a suit against you in the court ... for misrepresentation and fraud" "You really do not have to bother .. because I can give you a copy of the same right now" "What?" "Rajesh, will you please go and bring the brown envelope from my desk" ... "Look, this is a certificate from the National Forensic Laboratory in Calcutta and you can read what it says here" he handed the document to one of the nephews. "The DNA patterns of the infant born to Radha Singh, age 42, at Ranchi", read the nephew with increasing incredulity, "is, within statistical limits of significance, similar to the DNA patterns of Thakur Ranjan Singh, age 83, of Shyamgarh and there is a very high probability that they are related by blood". He was speechless or did not know what to say. "Give it to me", said the other nephew and read it once again, as if he could not believe his eyes. "Now do you want anything else?" But they were too stunned to speak. "In which case, I would request Mantran to please lead you out of the palace" "But, but" "No ifs and buts. I would have offered you tea and cakes to celebrate my son's birth but since you cast aspersions on my wife, you have forfeit all claims to my hospitality", boomed Thakur Ranjan Singh. "Now get out and don't ever come back here." The two walked out with their tails between their legs but the left behind two equally stunned people -- Radha and Rajesh! But once the heavy door had closed behind them, the big question burst out. "When they asked for the DNA proof I thought we were sunk" "Ha Ha ... Thakur Ranjan Singh may not be able to father a child but he knows how to handle wimps" "Did you bribe the laboratory? "No dear, there was no need to ... because your child is indeed carrying my blood" "That is impossible, I know that you never fucked me. You cannot fool me." "Of course I can and what I tell you should go nowhere beyond the three of us -- not even the little one." "Promise .." "Then let me tell you that your first husband, and Rajesh's natural father was actually my son -- an illegitimate son -- and had it not been for a set of unfortunate events it is he who would have sat on the throne of Shyamgarh." "Oh my god, you mean you are my father?" "Was or could have been, but now your lord and lover" "And my grandfather?" "True and that is why you, your father and I carry a very similar set of chromosomes and any normal DNA test would find it very difficult to discriminate between us in paternity." ........................... Thakur Ranjan Singh passed away within a year of of the birth of his child and evil people were heard criticising Radha for using strong drugs and black magic to forcibly make him father a son so that she could inherit a fortune. But fact is stranger than fiction and we know that the Thakur passed into the next realm happy in the fact that his genes were still ruling the previous one. [ Concluded ]