2 comments/ 64346 views/ 35 favorites The Soul Mates By: aluscious Nobody in my village speaks English and my mother tongue is not English. That explains why my language tends to be rather bookish. I taught me this wonderful language largely by burrowing into great books. My main-stream fiction, unfortunately, has no takers. ***** I was very depressed. Tomina was determined to leave after serving me for almost three years. She was a real support in all fields of my concern. She is indeed seeking greener pastures. Her new employee is Nisha, another film star. It was a blushing warm breezy evening in Cochin, the biggest city in Kerala, south India. After a trying day in the tinsel world, which churns out TV serials for evening family consumption, I was going home across the maze of the city. Tomina was driving as usual. We do not talk. There is nothing much to talk, it will be a waste of breath. I have to learn to be self-reliant, as Bhagavat Gita says, you are the only friend you have and you are the only foe you have. I watched her soft and alluring frame, wrapped in churidar. She remained composed, concentrating on the road. Her delicious breasts were bulging out enticingly and temptingly as usual. She was an ardent admirer of mine and that was the reason for becoming my personal assistant. She was literally mesmerized by my famous shape, which has not changed much, now that I am nearing forty. I had noticed her surreptitiously eyeing me with greedy eyes for many months. And one evening the cat came out of the basket. As usual she was helping me to change at home after a tortuous day. I noticed her hands shivering and her eyes glazing in the zenith of inordinate passion. 'It seems that you are a man trapped in a sweet lady's body,' I taunted. In fact I have actually been enjoying the devout attention I was getting. 'Forgive me madam, I am much more than that. Please do not dismiss me, I will do anything to be in your company and service all the time. But I am a shemale, with natural breasts and a raging cock which has a will of its own in your presence.' It startled me. I had never expected such a twist of events. The pleading eyes of hers would have melted even an unfeeling rock. My embarrassment immediately gave way to curiosity and amusement. I was standing in front of her in my panties and bra. In the heat of the moment I embraced her and patted her on the back to reassure her. 'it is alright Tomina, I understand. You have been a good companion to me all through. I cannot think of missing you.' She smiled through her tears. I felt very protective of her, such a delicate girl, her devotion is unquestionable. 'If you would permit me, I would like to see your .. you know.. penis,' I said demurely. Like an obedient child she removed the top of her churidar, revealing her enticing pair of 34C breasts, encased in lace bra. Then she unfastened and pulled down her loose pants, exposing her red panties. Her penis was tucked upwards to the edge of the panties to reduce the effect of the raging erection. Instantly my mouth was watering. I have never had a penis ever since my cheating husband left me fifteen years back. The tempestuous life with him had altogether alienated me from any kind of amorous relationship with men. Quite mesmerized I moved to the equipment like a somnambulist. It was not that big, but it was a penis after all. Shortly it was slithering in my mouth. Tomina was in seventh heaven. Ecstasy reeked from her mind and body. When I had her in my mouth I needed her in my vagina too. A pernicious emptiness gnawed me down there. I laid her on the bed and got on top of her. As I was oozing, her penis dived into me like a knife into melting butter. With a few strokes, I came violently, bathing her penis with my juice, within seconds she also came with a sweet shudder. 'Thank you Susanna madam, my life's ambition has been fulfilled,' she sobbed, 'I have been dreaming this moment all through my life, thank you.' 'I also needed it dear. I have been denying a penis to me for so long.' 'Let me worship you the way I want,' now it was her turn to take the lead. After a few minutes of sweet ministrations with her soft lips and subtle fingers, her mouth settled on my pussy. Within minutes she rewarded me with another violent orgasm. Thereafter we have been very close, she was my shadow, my confidante, my companion and my soul mate. Once again I had a very active sex life. I want sex my way, I cannot let somebody maul my body like a wolf on a lamb. Sex had to be according to my script, and I wanted to be on the dominant side. But men, especially my estranged husband, do not have the patience or resourcefulness to fit my bill. But Tomina proved to be all that I wanted on bed, soft, yielding submissive and anxious to please. Her nubile body turned out to be my weakness. When we have the privacy we would make love to each other's breasts for hours on end. In fact my greatest asset apart from my charming Syrian Christian face, are my 35F breasts. My reverie came to an end when she parked the car in the parking space on the ground floor. My apartment is on Marine Drive, up in the heavens on the thirteenth floor, overlooking the backwaters and the international transshipment terminal. Back in my room, she deposited my bag and helped me undress and change. My son has volunteered to wash the clothes daily. Usually she would eat me and then I would make love to her, but she was afraid to take the initiative today. But I needed a parting fuck, a wicked Parthian shot for my slobbering lover, to be frank. I pulled her to the bed and undressed her. Her tool was ready for me as usual. We ended with a grunting climax. We lay together in the afterglow, sweat running down our cleavages. 'Does Nisha know what you have between your legs?' I asked. She smiled, which meant 'yes' 'Did she ever take you to bed?" "Yes" That moment I hated her almost. I had been under the impression that there were no secrets between us. Nobody is indispensable; you have to be on your own. When she marched out, I was left alone in my spacious apartment. Loneliness pounced on me from all sides. My son Tomy will turn up only after seven after his college and cricket. I reclined on the divan at the balcony overlooking the backwaters and the blue expanse of the Arabian Sea. The boats and canoes floated about like puny specs. Enormous centuries heaved in the silence of the sprawling urbanscape. Even in the urban cauldron of humanity, individuals like me are smothered by loneliness. That too, when I am still the fire in the youthful dreams of Kerala. After my marriage I had bowed out of the film world to make a family. It had disappointed millions of my admirers. But after my divorce, to make a living, I chose to become an actress in the seemingly endless serials. My shapely figure, with a slight plumpness lately, fitted well with the mother characters having pre adolescent children. But life is not money alone. I watched life spreading its gaudy wings down there. On the famous footpath along the water front, lovers and holiday makers were moving on waves upon wave. I could see many of them looking out to the distant horizon from the rainbow bridge, the celebrated landmark. The silhouette of Bolghatty Palace could be discerned in the woods. The piercing spire of Vallarpadom Church was seen far and away. Cochin bar mouth, the opening through which many a sea faring nation ventured into the possibilities of India sprawled out pensively. A little to the left I could see millions of lights blinking and winking on Wellingdon Island the hub of maritime trade. Life spreads itself into myriad forms across the warp and woof of time and space. My son came looking for me to the balcony. He is a cute and gentle child of eighteen, easy going and trouble free. 'Oh mother you are here,' he exclaimed, his eyes devouring me. His hair comes down to his shoulders and he does not have much hair on his face. So he has a cute feminine visage which is endearing. 'Tomy, let me stay to myself for some time. You go ahead,' I snapped. At night sleep evaded me for some reason. I wanted company. I decided to go to Tomy for some sweet talk. I have never been to his room for years. Like many adolescents he also is an avid admirer of me. But I have never taken his passing infatuation seriously. In my time half of the population was keeping me in their fantasies. I knocked at the door and opened it. He was on his laptop. Immediately he minimized whatever he was reading, he was indeed surprised by the short fuse visit. 'I just felt lonely, I wanted to sit near to you for some time,' I said. 'Sure mother, make yourself comfortable,' he volunteered to clear the books on the chair. I surveyed the room. It was, strikingly, full of me. The walls had full blown pictures of me in my bra as I was a model for a branded bra. The 35F tits are actually my asset. Still more surprising, I noticed that his bare chest was tattooed with my picture. I gasped at the tattoo. 'This room is full of me', I observed aloud. 'I am also full of you,' he declared. 'You are not any man in the street to do that, you are my son,' 'You are my mother and you are the most adorable woman in the world,' 'It is wrong Tomy,' "I am not harming anybody, I am not causing any nuisance to you, I silently and unobtrusively worship you,' he justified. 'Why Tomy, why do you do that?' 'I don't know, I just want to be near to you, dear to you, I want to be in your presence all the time. I worship you in whichever ways I am capable of. I want to see you and revel on your fragrance,' 'My fragrance?' 'Wherever I go and whatever I do always I keep something closer to you with me. Your fragrance gives me the right mood. In your scent I find the world beautiful,' from the pocket of his trousers he pulled out my soiled panties which I had put on today. So, that explains why he insisted on washing my clothes. 'Look I offered to wash the clothes only to keep your used panties with me, I smell it whenever possible,' What is on your computer?' I asked. They were a collection of my photographs from various films and serials. 'When I am depressed you are making my life all the more difficult", I marched out of him room in a fury. Back in my room, I tried in vain to put things together. To my surprise I found myself very wet and excited. His tattoo lingered on my mind. It had a diabolic lure. Early in the morning, Tomy appeared in my room with a cup of steaming coffee, obviously to let it know that he was penitent. 'Sorry mother for troubling you. I never meant it,' he said with genuine concern. 'It was my fault dear. I did not take care of you when you needed me,' His pristine innocence was a terrible turn on. I wanted to hold him, I wanted to feed him from my fabulous breasts, I wanted to hug him flat to my luscious body. I had not breast fed him, probably I will have to make up for that. Then I moved to the bathroom for my regular activities. I shaved both of my armpits for the benefit of the television viewer. Took a bath and came out wrapping a large towel around me. Then I realized that Tomina is not any more there, ready with my dress for the day. 'Tomy, please bring my dress from the wardrobe, the set of cream saree and accessories,' I yelled out in frustration. I was clad in a big towel covering my bosom down to my lower thighs. He came with the demanded things and placed them on the table and stood there expectantly. I smiled. 'Hand me the panties please,' I said. He picked it up as if handling the holiest of the holy. His whole body was shivering and his face sported a furious blush. I asked him to hold it out for me, quite incensed by his body language. He knelt and offered the linen for me. Supporting myself on his strong smooth shoulders, I stepped into the panties and pulled them up. Then I turned away from him, lowered the towel and to my mid riff and asked him to hand over the creamy bra. I put it on and asked him to hook it from behind. It was obvious that he was on the verge of coming. His fingers fluttered behind me, his eyes were in a haze. He politely helped me in putting on the blouse, underskirt and saree. I felt light headed and slutty. In the evening he was waiting for me and helped me undress, passionately inhaling my sweaty perfume. He was bold enough to kiss the cups of my used bra and the wet gusset of my panties. When I retreated to the kitchen I furtively noticed him kissing the warm seat where I was sitting and even licking the oval depression made by my butts. He was profoundly making me tipsy with passion. Next day while helping me with dressing, we progressed a grade more. After having adjusted the pleats of my saree, kneeling at my feet, he audaciously kissed my crotch across the saree and layers of under garments. I was already unbearably horney. His nose was straining to reach out to my core. Riding a crest of passion I lifted the saree and underskirt and asked him to remove my panties. Immediately his face was clamped to my core. I pressed his face to me and was convulsively riding him. I bathed him with an excruciating orgasm. Thus the borderline was crossed in a maddening bout of passion. The war of nerves had reached the critical mass. Later I walked out light hearted. He followed me down to the car park keenly devouring me with his eyes. 'For a woman with the right kind of curves, saree works wonders. I feel to be out of the world just looking at you, just standing in your divine shadow,' he confessed. I smiled, I knew he meant every word he said. 'You are my idol, you are my god,' he declared. You turn out to be what you think you are. You happen to be god to the one who thinks you are god. I felt elated and happy to the core. In the evening we made sweet love for the first time, not in the male chauvinist fashion. I played the dominant role. He lay beneath me enjoying my aggressive passion. In the afterglow he made love to my boobs for hours on end. 'This is my heaven,' he declared kissing my breasts. 'These are yours for ever darling, these are our breasts from now on, not mine. Do not keep them exposed for long. Once you are done, keep them in bras, the pectorals need the support of bra to keep them in shape,' I said. 'Absolutely mommy,' he was beaming. When I came home next day evening he was found studying me on TV comparing me clad in various dresses in various roles. As soon as I appeared he came dashing and kissed me fervently. I returned the sweet devout kiss with equal passion. Then he ebulliently ran to the kitchen and immediately came out with a cup of steaming coffee, which he knew I needed. I relaxed on the sofa sipping it. My darling proceeded to unstrap and remove my foot ware. 'You smell so sweetly today,' he observed. 'It was a hot day, I was sweating the whole day,' I said. 'Lucky me,' he dived inside my saree and sniffed my crotch, which was copiously wet and drenched. The hot coffee and his gentle ministrations imparted a feeling of paradise. I opened and stretched my legs as much as the confines of my underskirt and saree allowed for the benefit of my child. Sounds of perfect contentment were heard from inside my underskirt. I smiled with a heady satisfaction. 'What did you find about me on TV darling?' I asked. Immediately he dived out from under my skirt licking his lips and sat close to me. 'I will show you,' he turned to the TV on which a serial was running. I was playing the role of house wife and Jasmine as the sister . We both were in sarees. 'I wish you opened up your hair instead of showing it pony tail, yours is straight and silken whereas Jasmine's is slightly curly and darker. Hers is beautiful but yours is more fascinating, keep it open to the advantage of the admirers.' Then opened my hair and buried his head in it inhaling deeply. 'In heaven the wandering clouds must be like this,' he said. 'Another thing is the front of your saree. When you pleat it into multi layers, people cannot get a real profile of our perfect breasts and worship them. See, Jasmine has done it smartly, through her translucent saree she flaunts her asset. Hers are wonderful indeed but ours have more perfect shape. Breasts can never be more perfect. Over the years they have become more ripe and sexy' He adjusted the front of my bust and observed closely its visual impact. 'I am happy that I have a critical admirer at home,' I laughed. He seemed to fit well into the frame of my fantasies, young submissive and loyal. He will never betray me or let me down. He is my own. With a mischievous grin he removed the front of my saree and opened the blouse. Then he buried his face in my cleavage and inhaled deep, softly cupping one breast over the silken bra. 'Oh dear I must take a pee, I am bursting,' I stood up. Together we proceeded to my latrine. 'Mommy' he called me from behind while I was removing the panties. There was a mesmerizing plea in his eyes. 'Of course dear, here are my panties,' I offered them. He received it as if receiving holy wafer and kissed them. 'Mommy, will you let me?' he asked, his supplication would have melted anything. 'Ha ha,' I laughed, 'it will be nasty.' 'It is my long cherished dream.' In fact all of my darling's dreams happened to be mine too. I have never had such a submissive and docile lover with such a perfect body. He came on his knees to my orifice and nudged me to let it go. Though my bladder was bursting, I could not let it go, though I was willing. 'Please,' he urged. 'Darling, I cannot feed you standing. I think you should lie on the floor.' Immediately he spread himself on the tiled floor, heaving in anticipation. Supporting on my knees I sat on his face and collected his face in my hands. I smiled down at him as an expression of profound love and endearment. 'Let me know when your mouth is full,' I attached him to my aching orifice and suddenly the dam break happened. He tapped on my thigh when his mouth was full. Then in sweet mouth full quanta I offered him my delicious motherly feed. Once I was empty he started to lick me softly. I encouraged him holding his head in both o f my hands. He was slurping up all the pure nectar I was secreting for him. 'Darling I am coming,' I screamed violently jerking his head. Shortly my jet shot deep into his mouth. This was unexpected. During the day I had been planning to make sweet love to him on my bed at night and my pussy had been leaking whole day anticipating the saga. When I calmed down on his face, my darling deeply kissed me down there with a smooching sound. His transparent face opened up to his immaculate soul, which registered absolute love and devotion for me. 'Now I need a bath dear,' I said. Immediately he stood up and helped me remove the saree, blouse, underskirt and then bra. He took my bra, kissed the inside of the cups, kissed the sides of each breast, the nipples and then licked my armpits to make me very passionate again. 'Oh my sweet angel,' I squealed. 'I will be waiting outside with a fresh set of night dress,' he gleefully walked out deep kissing my bra and panties. I do not keep our breasts (mine and my son's) exposed for long. They have to be encased and supported by specially designed bras at the earliest. I hurried into my bath. My darling helped me into a fresh bra and panties. Then he helped me put on a red flowing satin gown. I kissed him for being so chivalrous. I have never had such an ideal lover. Then it began to rain. Every noble passion is wet, so is the rain, the heavens are making love to the earth. Rain puled on the green grass, rain wept from the poor man's eave and whispers in the ears of eternity. The Soul Mates We moved to the kitchen to prepare dinner. He sat near me closely observing me, enjoying the profile of mine from various angles. I could physically experience his eyes massaging every part of my body and soul. Life had become an oblivious euphoria. Furtively I noticed that his eyes were glued to my back. I wiggled and swayed them deliberately for his benefit. 'Your mid-section and the butts are well proportioned. A perfect feminine body is hour glass shaped. Such a body is best suited for biological womanly functions. Jasmine also has such a body but yours is more prefect as you are more to the slim side and your legs are more delicious.' 'Thank you honey, do you like Jasmine?' I lisped. 'She is well proportioned. But she is not you.' Then I felt him kneeling behind me and his nose burrowing deep into the valley between my butts. Supportively I arched back supporting myself on the table. I groaned in a frenzy. 'Oh darling,' I heard me saying. He lifted the gown and pulled down the panties and buried deep into me from behind. His tongue, like a heifer feeling out the udder of its dam, found my bottom hole and snuggled deep into it. The feeling thereof was exquisite and ineffable. At the same time his hands were making love to my nether globes gently massaging them. My bottom seemed to have a personality of its own and was bucking uncontrollably. His sweet tongue became a phallus and my ass hole a hungry vagina. I lost control of myself during the next ten minutes. I was growling and hollering despite myself. Fortunately nobody would hear us being in our cozy isolated nest high in the clouds. I when floated back to reality I found him still glued to my hole and softly kissing it. 'That was something, do you enjoy my bottom so much?' "Yes, look I wetted my pants eating you,' he showed his drenched crotch. I laughed. Back to normal, we proceeded to resume the suspended culinary chores. 'Mommy,' he cooed. "Yes darling,' I looked back. "Promise me that the delicious pee of yours will always be mine,' he begged. 'Let me see darling, let me see,' I smiled. While I was a t the shooting location he called me over the cell phone. 'I am free this afternoon, shall I come and join you?' 'Yes my dear, I will be at Hotel Karthika, Fort Cochin. From Maharaja's college if you board a city bus it will take hours to reach here given the traffic. Go to the Boat Jetty and you can join me in 30 minutes. I will be waiting for you. As you are coming, I would rather dismiss the costume assistant for today.' 'Yes boss' I laughed light heartedly. He knocked at my door during the lunch break. We embraced and kissed. His hands naturally gravitated to our breast like a whiff of kissing breeze. They melted into his loving hands like lumps of butter. He said he was thirsty, I laughed. Frantically he knelt on the floor and hiked rolled up my underskirt and pulled down my wet panties that exuded my heady feminine scent. He kissed it passionately and stashed into his breast pocket and winked. Gracefully I settled on his face and our most passionate and private expression of love happened again. I was as a whole melting and flowing into my darling, enriching him and fulfilling him. Again he gifted me with a sweet orgasm with his deft and lovely slithering tongue which massaged my core like a redeeming mantra. 'Now let us have lunch dear, you must be famished,' I said. 'I am full,' he proudly patted his stomach. 'No dear, you must get energy,' I chided. We settled on the table and I opened the lunch box which contained rice, curry pickles and tuna fish. I rolled a handful of rice and pushed into his mouth. It was followed by a pinch of protein rich tuna. He also wanted to feed me. Thus we fed each other, we made love to each other's finger with our tongues, then we would lick our own hands with a sweet wink. After lunch we settled on the bed and he opened my blouse and pampered our proud breasts with his magic hands. The nipples stood out in attention quite pleased by the attention they were getting. His gentle lips licked out the beads of sweat in the lustrous cleavage and ecstatically sniffed inside my armpits. 'It is getting late darling, I must get ready for the afternoon shooting session,' I got up. My afternoon role was that of a high ranking police officer. The uniform was left on the table. Tomy came to me at the table and helped me comb and coil up the hair. Then with a pious dedication he proceeded to prepare my face with the regular cosmetics such as eye liner, talcum powder, light lip stick and a shade of rouge. He was immensely enjoying the process often kissing my bosom and murmuring illegible words of appreciation and awe. Words did not matter, everything was understood beyond words, beyond language. Once my face was done he sat back to enjoy the visual feast. Suddenly Jasmine barged in ready for the afternoon session. 'Are not yet ready Susanna, it is already past two,' she said and stood mid-way gradually realizing that I had company. 'Oh my you have grown so big my Tomy. You mother has nothing to discuss but you with me,' she squealed and rushed to him. She came and hugged his face to her opulent bosom. Tomy closed his eyes and enjoyed the feeling of tantalizing feminine softness. Still holding him, she turned to me and noticed that my blouse was open inside the saree. She smirked. 'Get ready Susanna, it is time,' she said. Again she pressed his face to her breast with a warm loving gesture. She is my most intimate friend and professional colleague. We have developed an equation that the people of Kerala approved of and appreciated. Yet it was awkward to seek the help of my son to change into police uniform. I had told her that my son was helping me in dressing as Tomina had left for good. Still it was embarrassing. Jasmine, on the other hand, was curious to observe the kinky mother -son intimacy. 'Let us do it darling,' I said gathering myself. But there was a problem, my panties were in his pocket. He turned from her view, pulled out the thing rolled it into a ball and squeezed into my hand. I put on the panties turning my back to her. She stood there as if in a trance. Then he tentatively proceeded to help me with the police uniform. He delicately peeled out the saree, folded it and placed it on the table. Then he unfastened the underskirt and stepped out of it demurely. He adjusted the panties removing all the creases. He would certainly have kissed the front of the panties had we been alone. Then he made sure that the bra was perfectly in place and the cups are rightly cupping the right parts. I realized that Jasmine was standing there in a daze, she seemed to be going to swoon very soon. He opened the khaki shirt and helped me get into it. Very swiftly he put on the buttons and pulled it down to make it fit well. As a next step he helped me step into the khaki pants standing on his knees. He tucked in the shirt and zipped up the pants. Together we buckled the belt. As a final step he pulled out the service shoes and socks. I sat on the chair. He took my right foot into his hands and somehow overcame the urge to kiss it. His body registered his predicament, he was perspiring profusely. Very expertly he helped me put on the socks and shoes and fastened the lace. A parting embrace and soul kiss was impossible. 'Now go back home dear and wait for me,' I said by way of parting. I observed a shadow of disappointment on my child's face. 'Don't be sad dear, I shall come to you in this uniform,' I whispered in his ear. It enthused him, being in pants holds the promise of retaining my fragrance from being stolen by the air. 'I wish I had a son like him, my daughter is all to herself all the time,' Jasmine whispered as though she was in a cathedral. He was still on his knees lost in thought. Jasmine went to him and hugged his head again with a motherly warmth, his face was pressed to her flesh just below the blouse, just below her luscious breasts. During the afternoon session, in between the takes she whispered to me, 'you are much more than mother and son dear, you are very intimate. I am happy for you. I saw your panties in his breast pocket, I saw the overflowing love you both are bathed in. I experienced the high voltage moments settling between you. Don't worry, not a soul will come to know about it. My husband of a bungler never ever loved me like that. Just follow your heart and nothing else matters. You both make an exquisitely sweet eternal pair.' I was too embarrassed to respond. When I reached home in the evening I found him on the sofa, keenly watching a film I which I was the heroine and I was in my early twenties, much younger than today. He came running to me and we kissed. His silken lips made love to my slimy tongue in a primordial rhythm. In my body thousands of poppies bloomed, my soul inhaled the heady fragrance of immaculate, selfless love. His hungry lips slurped in my sweet tasting saliva. His hands were subtly opening my shirt, even when our lips were locked, he un-tucked my shirt and opened my bra. 'Here my darling,' I offered one breast. He delicately cupped the shining red tipped semi globes. It felt like a feel of silken taffeta on our breasts. 'You are keeping our breasts all to yourself most of the time,' he complained. 'We have to be discrete darling, these sweeties are entirely yours. Remember that do not keep them unsupported for long. Once you had your full clasp the bra,' I said. He began to lick and suck on my breast and goose pimples bloomed on my body like little pansies in the grass. My single mission turned out to be a cataclysmic orgasm. 'Oh darling, I cannot wait any more,' I croaked. He sat at my feet and with elaborate care and devotion he removed my shoes and socks. Then he kissed each feet. He unbuckled my belt, opened my pants and pulled them down. My panties were drenched. He kissed the gusset and pulled them to my knee. 'I am going to make love to you now, do you want to quench your thirst before that?' I asked. Instantly he lied down on the floor and I opened my abdominal water bottle. Medicinal mineral water elegantly flowed from me to my dearest. Then I got on top of him and opening his fly in a hurry, I inserted him into me. I took his face in my hands and pressed our breast to him. It was to keep them from wobbling violently and also to heighten the pleasure. He was furiously sucking on one of the nipples. 'Let us come together darling,' I suggested. Supportively he bucked from beneath. And we did come together. We lay there glued to each other. Our fingers were slowly and freely exploring the secret and unexplored recesses of each other. He was still hard and inside me. I took his sweet balls in my right hand and said, 'don't panic, it is only your mummy.' Then I pushed one ball inside me, followed by the other. He gasped with pain for a moment. When he realized what had happened, shock shadowed his eyes. 'See now we are one body, you are being bathed in our vital cocktail.' Like that we slept the evening away, our bodies locked. When I woke up I found that he had put on the bra perfectly and was waiting for me with biscuits and steaming coffee. I settled on the dining table to have my refreshment. Tomy cane and put his head in my lap. 'did you have coffee?' I asked. 'No,' he greedily looked at my munching mouth. I offered him a biscuit. 'No, that I can have any time,' his eloquent gentle eyes spoke volumes. I smiled and melted. I bent down and opened my mouth to into his. The slurry of biscuit, coffee and my saliva poured into his hungry mouth. It was a heady kinky experience. We both enjoyed it and hours came to pass in blissful oblivion. I had to be in Trivandrum for three days as part of a shooting programme. Separation was painful. I would have taken him along, but he should not miss his classes. He kissed and licked my pussy and boobs as if to get the last of me and was reluctant to get me dressed on the parting morning. 'I miss you, my heaven is with you,' he texted time and again. The thought of my sweet darling thirsting and waiting for me has been weighing on me ever since I left Cochin. I have to make up for that. I did not urinate during the journey back home as I cannot deny my child what is due to him. The very thought of him was seriously moistening my panties. I was bursting with anticipation. 'I am coming darling,' I texted from the ground floor. The chocolate Jasmine had given me had melted in my mouth, it could be a kinky beginner, I thought. My body was agog with anticipation. When I burst open the door he ran into my arms. Life is a forgetting and love is a forgetting of the forgetting. Love became the symphony of a thousand silent pains. 'Here it is darling,' I offered all the chocolate juice into his mouth. We kissed. 'I have not changed the white panties and the bra, dear. I kept them on for you,' I said amidst kisses. He kissed my feet and pulled out the foot ware and kissed the foot ware too. 'Do you really want to eat me now, I am dirty, darling,' I cautioned. 'I lived these days away only for that,' he unbuckled my belt and opened my jeans. I helped him to peel down the jeans. My fragrance filled the room full blast. He sniffed it in obvious ecstasy, diving inside my open jeans. 'You can open my shirt and bra later, now lie down darling,' Immediately he was on the floor delicately sniffing the panties. 'I have stored so much for you, drink carefully.' He gulped up every precious drop. We had developed a method. When his lovely moth is full he would tap on my thigh and I would give him time to swallow the gift. 'I guess I have stored enough for you for a day,' I laughed. 'Thanks mother I was famished' 'I know son, do you love my three days sold panties? 'Absolutely, I will not wash it for the next few days 'You will love my bra, it has absorbed three days of my body musk' 'Yes, now give me some honey mother.' I was absolutely wet. He was ravenously licking from my but to my clit. I had been waiting for this moment for three days. 'Darling be careful, I may squirt and chock you.' 'No my goddess I will not spill a single drop.' I did not take much time, anticipating the explosion he was glued to my hole, I accelerated the process by tickling my clitoris. He received the violent load like the desert sands receiving the first rain. When the paroxysms' died down I reclined on the floor to recover. 'Have you saved enough for me,' I asked greedily looking at his obvious erection. '"yes mother I did not play with myself, to save for you,' 'Let us see,' I opened his fly and pulled out the real man. No woman in the world will resist the charms of that tool. I wanted I t in my mouth and also in my pussy at the same time. I devoured him with a wonted ease. The familiar heady flavor spread in my mouth. I knew that we will not last long this time. With a little bit of pumping my mouth was full of his revitalizing feed. 'Let me sniff the natural musk of your breasts, mother' I climbed on top of him, offering my glistening globular assets. Anxiously he opened my shirt and the front opening bra. I heard him gasping with excitement. He was deeply inhaling and licking in between the globes. I felt like purring like a kitten. To widen the pleasure I inserted the member into me, then his balls too. I heard his sigh of exquisite pleasure. He was making love to my breasts and armpits and I knew that I was going to come again just by the force of his adoring love, and I did. He laughed. 'What?' asked. 'All the holes of a woman hold great promises.' This time I laughed. 'What?' 'I remembered Desmond Morris. His master piece book says that woman decorated all her visible holes, nose, mouth, eyes, ears, and all because she cannot flaunt her most delicious hole where the universe begins.' I had to go to Trivandrum for acting in a serial again. For two day we had to remain separated. Then I thought of Jasmine who is all too anxious to have the company of my son. I called her over the phone. 'Now that I am out for a couple of days, how about your staying here with my son, Jasmine?' 'Wonderful, I have long since been dreaming that, I knew that you would share him with me.' 'No sharing period. He is mine. But when I am out of station, you can have him of course, on one condition- you should tell me everything that went between both of you to the minutest detail.' 'That is what I meant, I would send my daughter to my mother for a couple of days and I would be free to follow my heart.' So that was settled. That night after an exquisite love making whilst I was relaxing on the floor with him I broached the idea. He was gently nursing on my enraged boobs making me comfortably warm and passionate. 'Honey, I do not want to leave you alone for a couple of days. I know you will be distraught. I have invited Jasmine to stay with you to give you company. Is it alright?' 'I don't know, you know what is good for us.' Such a cute and docile baby. I have never seen such a submissive and trusting child. Well-endowed and at the same time not conceited. Always willing to please and never demanding anything other than what is willingly given. I never knew that such men existed. He is absolutely designed to make women happy. Early in the morning I had to catch Vanchinad express. As usual he helped me to put on the saree raining deep and passionate kisses on every exposed part of me. At last he planted long kisses on my pussy and nipples over the clothing. Then I officially offered him my used panties bra and shirt to sniff on during my brief absence. In the evening Jasmine turned up after her work, she did not bother to go home to collect her things. The sun had turned crimson and was sliding down to the molten gold that the Arabian Sea had turned into. It was a hot and sultry day. He opened the door to her and she sashayed in exuding her feminine grace. She gave him a brief hug and settled on the sofa flinging her shoulder bag to the table. 'I feel so hot sweaty and icky after the day,' she complained and reclined. 'Can I give you a hot coffee Jasmine to refresh you?' "Please darling, it will be wonderful.' She thanked him with an enchanting smile when he gave her the steaming much needed refreshment. "Shall I remove the sandals from your feet?' he asked looking at her strained feet. 'That will be nice,' she stretched her feet. His hands were shaking with passion when he settled at her feet. His long fingers danced like feathers on her feet. "Your feet are so small and quaint. I often feel that when my mother's nimble feet dance their way on this blessed earth, flowers sprout all along as the goose pimples of the earth. The same is applicable to your feet also.' 'If you love my feet, please give them a massage and let me relax a bit.' "It is my prerogative and pleasure sweet lady.' She closed her eyes and savored the heavenly feelings sweeping past her. Somewhere she sensed that his lips and tongue were making love to her toes. Pleasure waves rippled through her love laden body. His wet tongue jabbed her sole and the feelings thereof streaked with a sweet tickling pain to her dormant soul. Like fluttering butterflies his fingers danced on her quivering feet. One by one all of her toes became miniature phalluses in his sensual mouth. The moment she had noticed his red lips she had been itching for this moment. 'Well Tomy, it was wonderful. Now let me change into something comfortable,' she got up and moved to my wardrobe. 'What do you want to put on, a robe or just skirt and shirt or negligee?' he asked. The Soul Mates 'It is your choice, choose anything.' He pulled out a snow white shirt and a white knee long skirt with blue flowers printed on it. Then he unclipped her saree from the shoulder and peeled it off with passionate care. The mixed odor of her sweat, arousal and feminine perfume wafted in the room. He remained glued to her breasts wrapped in the blouse which was very soggy. The outline of the bra was very clear through the material. He was struggling to inhale and absorb as much fragrance of hers from the bust. 'You love my smell, don't you?" she asked. 'It is very intoxicating,' his voice was braking with awe. 'Here child,' she guided his head to her breast by way of allowing him to sniff her to his heart's content. He buried his nose in her cleavage as much as the front of the blouse allowed and inhaled. Then he sniffed the underside of her 34F breasts. Not satisfied he moved to her armpits and sniffed. She opened them obligingly. Odor of her arousal saturated the room. They both struggled to open the blouse and pull it off. Quite hypnotized he kissed and licked the armpits and cups of the blouse. They put on the white shirt together. He buttoned her shirt. Then he knelt in front of her to unfasten and remove the underskirt. It was also moist with her sweat. The strong aroma from her mouthwatering crotch came full blast to his face. His eyes caressed her underworld with sheer admiration and wonder. Her thighs quivered with passion. He helped her put on the skirt. 'Let her get some fresh air,' she pulled down the panties which was very wet. She peered into its gusset and giggled. 'See what you have done to my panties, my nether mouth has been watering and drooling for you,' she laughed. He received the dirty linen as if receiving the Holy Communion. Indeed it had a thick wad of slimy shining vaginal secretion, the sweetest feed god has designed for humanity, the expression of unadulterated love of a woman for her beloved. 'Taste it dear, you may love it,' she said. He kissed the gusset with pure reverence and then licked up the snots. He swiveled it in his mouth and enjoyed the tangy spreading taste. She witnessed it with glassy eyes, her eyes were partly moist. 'Your mother is lucky,' she inferred. 'You taste wonderful,' he was still churning the viscous material in his mouth. 'Is it as good as your mother's?' 'Both are different, yours has an earthy twang. Hers is more of a celestial nature. It has the flavor of pure wine.' 'Let us make something for dinner,' both proceeded to the kitchen. 'Shall we make noodles?' he asked. "That will do, anything simple, my mouth up here is not hungry at all,' she laughed coyly. He sat on the chair and started to peel and slice onions. She helped standing close by. Her bust heaved and swelled with passion standing close to him and watching his young submissive body and enticing lips. At a certain point she hugged his face, pressing his nose deep into her cleavage. 'The moment I saw your lips I wanted this dear,' she opened her shirt, 'now unclasp my bra dear, it is behind me.' Her delicious breasts splurged out enjoying fresh air. She pushed one nipple into his mouth and placed his hand on the other. He needed no more mating cues. The chemistry was perfect. Shortly she was shivering and moaning. The impossible was happening. For the first time in her life, she sweetly came just by being made love to her breasts, no virginal penetration, and no cunnilingus. When she recovered, she kissed him full mouth as an expression of gratitude. 'Do you like these globes on my breast?' she asked wickedly. 'Oh yes, they are wonderful. There is a slight sag. They may sag more given their fabulous size, if you do not protect them with supporting bras as we do with my mom,' "The actual fault Is with me. I chose to breast feed my girl and then it was difficult to wean her away. By the time I did it, the damage had already been done.' 'Where do we sleep, in your mother's bed? She asked after dinner. 'I have never slept on her bed, we make love on the floor and then I go to my bedroom.' 'That is curious, alright we shall go to your bedroom.' She was enthralled by the full size pictures of me on the wall. She went to a picture of mine modeled for the bra company and fondly ran her fingers on my breasts as if in a dream. Then she spread herself on the bed and cooed: 'Show me dear, how much you love a lady as matured and your mother.' He approached her with a will to melt into her. He removed her clothes as if he was handling a delicate material. Then he was all over her his lips showering kisses. Shortly their lips were locked. His mouth was furiously slurping up her saliva. Her body metamorphosed into sheer jelly. She struggled to produce more saliva for him. His lips moved to her ear lobes and nibbled. His tongue licked her neck and he kissed her jaws. He was thence on her collar bone, showering her with soft petals of kisses. He licked both her armpits mesmerized by the sweaty aroma of pure feminine. At an agonizingly slow pace he reached her boobs. He licked every pore of her slithering globes. Strange sounds sprang from her mouth and her hands were prompting him running her fingers in his long silky hair. He licked up all the sweat settled in her cleavage. Agonizingly he gravitated downtown. Kneading kisses all along her stomach and belly button. At last he was in the neighborhood of the furry triangular garden. His fingers softly fluffed the soft hair. She bucked to hasten the process anxious to soar to the clouds of sheer un-bodied pleasure. The very first kiss of his wondrous tongue made her squeal. His soothing, healing electrifying, therapeutic tongue caressed her all through the slit, finding time in between to slurp the ambrosia seeping down. She sensed the gradual build up, he also sensed it and adjusted his ministrations. When it happened it was an explosion, she raved and wept, laughed and squealed, tears of pleasure rolled down from her sedate eyes, the earth rocked and the heavens thundered. He helped her to land safely back to the present. She turned around and settled in between his thighs. She felt the silken softness of his foreskin. She had to have it. It went straight into her drooling mouth. He was already on the verge. She milked and squeezed out the last of his juice after his shuddering release. Quite satiated and exhausted, she relaxed on the bed and he proceeded to make love to her limbs. Enjoying it she slipped into sweet slumber. Later he also slept burying his face in her bosom. Deep at night she woke him up. 'Honey, where is my bra?' she needed it to keep the pair from juggling violently. He was quite disoriented and groggy. Somehow he got up and pulled out the thing from his trouser pocket. He tucked her breast and perfectly clasped her bra. She asked him to lie down. She sat on his face and rubbed herself. His tongue snaked out. In another ten minutes, she came on his face. She was not yet done, she turned around and planted her but on his mouth. His tongue was all too eager to taste her. Her juice came trickling down to the butt for his benefit. This time she came real fast. Then she spread akimbo on the bed and asked him to bring the shoulder bag. She fished out a face dildo and grinned. 'You will enjoy it,' she fastened the gadget on his mouth and once again she settled on his face. He experienced her pumping on his face. Her juice trickled down and spread on his face. She kept on mewling and coming, may be a dozen times. Her frothy cream settled at the bottom of the gadget. Occasionally she unfastened the dildo to let him lick in the cream settled. In the morning they were found deep asleep very exhausted after and sleepless night. She took bath and came out to put on her dress very late in the morning. He helped. When he knelt down to help her put on the panties, she forcefully pulled his face to her pussy and clamped her soaping hole on his mouth. Shortly he gifted him with a very exquisite climax. 'How was the night?' I asked her on the phone. 'It was terrific, a night in seventh heaven. You have trained him well, I came at least twenty times.' 'I did not train him, he has the knack naturally. He is made for women.' 'At least you have fine tuned him. Hope I would get another day with him shortly.' 'Now tell me the entire story.' She did. I started back home from Trivandrum after a couple of days, I had not changed my lingerie or outfit. His face was on my mind all the time. In the seclusion of the coupe I called him on the phone. 'Honey, are you alright?' 'Missing you,' he complained. 'I am bringing something very special for you this time.' 'It is a secret,' I smiled to myself. 'Tell me please,' he moaned. 'Once my darling was pining to eat .. You know.. from my..' 'Yes yes,' there was excitement. 'I thought it was a dirty and depraved thing, though very diabolically enticing. This time I have a way out,' I paused. I heard his sigh. 'Have you had your dinner,' 'No mommy,' he cooed. 'Then wait, mommy has special dinner for you.' 'Mommy please' 'My darling I have eaten sweet plantains. It is ready to come out, it will not be foul smelling and it will taste sweet. It will be good for you.' 'Oh my goddess I do not know how I should worship you, I am dying to get to you.' I smiled contentedly. 'The latrines on Indian trains are unhygienic you know,' I said. 'I will show you what a perfect goddess deserves.' 'Did Jasmine drain you too much?' 'No mother, she drank me once only,' he said. 'But she said that you are terrific' "She came dozens of times with my mouth' 'So you have saved enough for me dear,' 'Of course' By the time I reached home I was in dire need of relieving myself. But he would be anxious to fondle me and sniff me. I had to cut it all short. Unceremoniously I disengaged myself from his embrace and rushed inside. Understanding my urgency he ran after me and helped me to get rid of the jeans. The soiled panties followed, I kept them to myself as he will be distracted by the fragrance of the panties. Quickly I pushed him to the floor. There is no living without loving and no loving without giving. 'Drink dear I am exploding,' I latched my hole to his mouth. Once it was finished, I smiled down at him. 'Be ready for the real treat honey, I have been saving this for you since yesterday. For your sake I have been eating ripe sweet plantains only since yesterday. I noticed his phallus rising up explosively in his trousers. 'My darling can have it raw. I have chewed it for you, ptyalin and essential digestive secretions have also been added. Just gulp it down and enjoy the ultimate gift of love.' He was greedily sniffing and licking my opening. The sweet smell of plantains filled his nasal canal. The sweet cylindrical cake dived deep into his hungry mouth. 'Is it alright dear?' "It is heaven mommy goddess, sweet and salivating,' 'You may chew the tart if you love the taste. In future also we will do this only after having plantains alone for a couple of days. I don't know what came over me, a violent orgasm swept past me, squirting my love lava all over his face. But at the same time he also had drenched his trousers. And that was the sweetest ever experience we ever had. I wiped out the love juice from his face and let him lick it up. 'She said that she tried novel exciting things on you, what was that?' He laughed, 'Jasmine fixed a dildo on my mouth and fucked my face. She kept coming and coming.' 'It is not anything new dear, I had some kind of inhibition to do that on you,' I said thoughtfully. 'It was wonderful, I enjoyed it very much, but she is not you she is foreign matter whereas you are my own. I want to do it with you very often,' he said. That explained everything. He is part of me I am part of him. The puritanical society could be treasonably reasonable hence we have to lie low with our personal reasons. We have reached the rock bottom of depravity, perversion and decadence but these sweetly wicked transgressions make our life spicy and worthwhile. 'Tomorrow I am free, the entire day is for us, we can try it out,' I promised. When the promised tomorrow dawned I was agog with anticipation. I switched off the phones we had to be insulated from the swirling humdrum world without, the day had to be our own. After the essential morning activities both of us settled on a mat spread on the floor. We undressed each other accompanied by gentle words of appreciation and endearment. 'First it is your turn darling, do what you want with me,' I spread myself on the mat. He approached me like claiming a treasured gift. He surveyed me up and down with an overflowing devotion, like a devotee standing at the sanctum sanctorum of a devi temple. 'Yours is perfect body, everything is in the right proportion. Such a body in toto is a sexual organ. Man has only his penis whereas for a curvaceous nubile woman her entire body is sexual. One can begin anywhere and end anywhere on a luscious female body. In love such a body melts and softens where as a man's body stiffens and hardens.' He was sitting at my head and making love to my hair. He kissed rich handfuls of my shoulder blade long shampooed hair. His member was enticingly flapping against his belly. His hands soothingly caressed my face. I closed my eyes and enjoyed it like a kitten. I felt his lips and tongue trailing along my forehead. Now they were on my fluttering eyelids. He softly chewed the tip of my nose. Now he was nibbling my ear lobes. His tongue snaked into my ear hole and licked it clean. I was afloat in the air with passion and pleasure. His fingers ran along my hair cajoling me. His lips settled on my lips. His deliciously aggressive tongue burrowed deep. It explored the contours of my mouth. Then he tried to slurp up my saliva. 'This is my long cherished dream, to drink the holy liquid from your divine mouth,' he whispered. 'Then you had it,' I laughed and nudged his head to the floor and I kissed him right on his furiously red lips. He opened his mouth devoutly. My saliva sweetly flowed down to my child's greedy mouth. He savored and drank it as if his life depended on it. Every part of me was thrilled. Only in my dreams such a lover existed, one who loved all of my body fluids. A lover who is perfectly submissive enough to have my amorous ways with him. I would never have known that such a delicious specimen existed among the male species. My confusion melted away. For many years I had been wondering whether my decision had been right. In the height of my career in Kerala filmdom, when I was three months pregnant I had two options only- either to abort the fetus or marry the man who impregnated me (who proved to be a worthless arrogant MCP and son of a bitch). As destiny would have it I opted the second choice becoming of a good Catholic and on a long shot I am fortunate. Now I have my real "der Mann", entirely my own and I am his 'die frau' and the Germans put it. He progressed a little way down and was planting scalding kisses on my neck. His saliva burned on my flesh like wine. I was sighing in pleasure. He sat back and devoured my 35F boobs with his eyes. His hands gently and delicately massaged their contours, working their way up to the puckered aureoles and then to the erect and alert nipples. 'When I die I would come and settle here in this heavenly bosom,' he whispered in my ear. 'As Americans go to Paris when they die, at least Oscar Wilde thought so,' I smiled. 'You are my salvation, my destination and my heaven, I eternally keep coming to you.' His lips and tongue followed his hands to love our breasts, the breasts which now we collectively own, which are now looked after by my child. His mouth bathed the soft glossy sides of the breasts. The rumblings of my first orgasm of the day were heard. His mouth was busy making love to my nipples one by one and his hands massaging them upwards. I cried out illegible words of love and passion and gently came on his mouth. "That was cute,' I said opening my eyes and smiling. 'We have not yet begun. Here yet another dream of mine comes true, whenever I see your blouse clad armpits my mouth waters.' He was licking my armpits and the pleasure waves shot their excruciating way down to my core. I was copiously dripping. I opened both my arms for his easy access. We are complimentary lovers, he wanted to take what I craved to give. When his tongue worked on one armpit his hands were active on the breasts and the other armpit. He licked, closed his eyes and enjoyed the taste of my sweat. My stomach and belly quivered when he explored his merciless way down. His tongue tired augur deep into my belly button and I squealed with ecstasy. At last he was in the thick fur of my love garden. Usually I feed him by sitting on his face, but today it was different. In love there is no domination, only sharing. He petted kissed and sniffed my garden with unbridled love. He reached littoral zone of holy pond in the garden. His ministrations grew more vigorous, his tongues became more aggressive despite himself. He had devoured all the honey that had dripped down. Not satiated his tongue rolled up into a cylinder dived deep into me. It reached out to the most unfrequented recesses and strange things were happening to me. I exploded, I lost sight, I lost my consciousness, I lost control of myself. His tongue was still inside me when I regained consciousness. He gently began to make love to me again. 'Did I chock you darling?' I asked weakly. 'Never my divine dame, not a single drop I wasted,' he boasted and resumed his delicious mission. My violent explosions used to chock Tomina. His tongues was curling and coiling around my clitoris. She was on the verge of explosion being bathed in pure and unconditional love. In another ten minutes I was ready for the next fulmination. Like an expert and concerned pilot, his lips navigated me safely from the heavens down to the safe landing strip. After a few more orgasms, he turned me over and was planting petal soft kisses on my rich buttocks. I mewed with satisfaction. His tongues slithered its ambitions way down my cleft. I spread my legs for him. I felt him licking my hole and enjoying the taste. My hands came out and ran their fingers in his hair by way of encouragement. He was indeed enjoying the taste. His sweetly torturing tongue snuggled its way deeper. Then it was bathing the entire nether region with sheer love. I uncontrollably bucked my bottom to his face. Shortly my angle gave me another orgasm and I came squeezing my bottom stoutly into his mouth. It was already going to be midday. 'If you are done with our breasts, please put on the bra dear,' I reminded. 'Not yet, not yet,' he huffed, I smiled languidly. I found him licking my inner thighs, his hands following. I spread my thighs as much as possible. By the time his mouth reached my toes I was writhing again with rapture. I wanted to come again, a black hole raved inside my core. I pulled him up and getting the message he inserted his sweet member in my simmering cavity. We worked together. He pumped in tune with my responses. He was supporting himself on his elbows not to squash our wonderful tits. His fingers were gently kneading the nipples. 'Let us come together this time,' I suggested, he smiled his consent. He adjusted his movements to synchronize the climaxes. And simultaneously we came indeed, he slightly preceding me. I thought that our marathon race was over for a day. But he came out with a bottle of clear coconut oil and settled near me. I relaxed like a satiated cat anticipating what was coming. His gentle ministrations began at my toes. The feeling was excruciatingly exquisite. He bathed my thighs and furry triangle with oil and pampered them. Then he did the same to the buttocks. I was writhing again. By the time he reached my armpits and bust I knew that another orgasm was round the corner. My breast was swelling and exploding. Perhaps for hours on end he pleasured the breasts with oily caressing. I softly came somewhere in between and dozed off into a dreamless redeeming siesta. When I woke up I found him to have perfectly encased the breasts with a soiled bra.