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O O Calcutta Ch. 01

By: kaypee



Rudra had been waiting with his cycle for over a three hours at the Calcutta end of the broken Vivekananda Bridge and the sun was about to set. The Hooghly river had long ago stopped being navigable and was now nothing more than a vast expanse of tidal swamp infested by wolves, jackals, crocodiles and, it was rumoured, even an old tiger or two that would have walked up from the Sunderbans. Both bridges over the river had collapsed, actually demolished in the fierce civil war that had torn apart the eastern edge of India, but people could still walk across if they had the right papers from the right people to let them through the check posts that had been set up by rival militias that ruled the area. Rudra was expecting his mother Deepa to arrive from the Howrah side and once she had cleared her way through the checkposts, he planned to "double carry" her on his cycle back to their tiny residence in Kalighat.

Deepa was dog tired after a long day on the rickety Coalfield "Express" that had crawled along in fits and jerks from Barakar and had deposited her six hours late at Howrah. Travelling through the dystopian countryside was actually a terror for anyone but she had not been able to turn down the "request" that her boss, Pandey-ji had made. The payout could be very high but now she shivered at the thought of crossing the checkpost at the bridge. Wearily, she changed the sack of fruits and vegetables from one shoulder to another and bravely walked up to the bridge.

From the shadows of the broken girders where he had concealed himself, Rudra spied the hunched up figure of his mother, her head and face wrapped in scarf, walking hesitantly up to the checkpost. A sudden guttural shout, the lights came on and a group of thugs surrounded his mother.

Deepa was prepared for the worst but still the shout and the light sent a shiver up her spine.

"Who are you? Where are you coming from?"

"I am Deepa. I was visiting my sister in Ghatsila." No point in ever revealing the truth unless it was actually necessary.

"What is there in your bag?"

"Nothing but fruits and vegetables? From her kitchen garden."

"Let us see that," and one of the louts opened the bag spilled the contents on the floor. The two big onions were the most valuable items and these were swiftly taken away.

"And what else are you carrying on your body?"

"Nothing, but I have a letter from Pandey-ji."

"Oh you are well connected." The leading lout whispered pensively. "We have to let you go .."

"But boss, perhaps a bit of cavity check?" One of his henchmen smirked. "Perhaps she is smuggling something more valuable than vegetables."

Deepa's heart shrank but well, what could she do?

From his perch in the shadows of the girders on the bridge, Rudra too bit his lips as he saw his mother in the middle of the deserted road being forced to take off her clothes as the four guards leered at her. 

Deepa was wearing a salwar-kameez pajama suit and after a few minutes of futile requests, she pulled off her kameez and dropped her salwar pajamas to her ankles. Standing in her bra and panties, Deepa was the epitome of a helpless female surrounded by a pack of lecherous louts.

"Had it not been for your Pandey-ji, this prick of mine would have been in your cunt now." The head lout leered, stroking his erection through his pants, "but I think Kalu's finger would be good enough for you today." He gestured towards one of his sidekicks. "Let us have a good show." He smirked.

Kalu needed no further encouragement. With one hand he pushed Deepa forward till she bent and touched the ground with her hands and with the other pulled down her panties so that the lips of her cunt were clearly visible to everyone who was standing behind.

Rudra knew what was coming. It was not the first time that he had seen his mother naked ... but much as he tried to think otherwise, he felt the inevitable hardening of his own cock. Just as it had been the case three years ago ...

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Rudra's father been one of the early casualties of the violence that had disintegrated this part of India and it had been a big struggle for Deepa to bring up her son as a single mother amidst the chaos and anarchy that had engulfed the country. She had been a bright, young chartered accountant looking forward to a good career even in those uncertain times but when the country fractured in the civil war, she was stuck on the wrong side of the Hooghly river. She had watched in horror as public and private institutions collapsed around her and her infant son, but had somehow managed to hang on to a precarious existence.

The fact that she was tall and well-built, which was rather unusual for Bengali women, and that she carried herself with grace and elegance had got her a desk job with a trading company where her accounting skills were put to some use. But the kind of traders, or where they actually robbers and smugglers? – she sometimes wondered – that she had to deal with, made her rather nervous, especially when she had to stay back late to deal with clients who did not wish to be seen by day! Nevertheless it allowed her the luxury of a tiny hut in a slum colony in the eastern fringe of the city where she lived with her son Rudra.

It would have been easy for Deepa to get into a relationship but the shock of losing her husband under tragic circumstances and the protectiveness with which she had hung on to Rudra had created an impenetrable barrier between her private and public worlds. To the outside world they were an ordinary single-mother-and-son duo but behind the closed doors of their little hut they had learnt to cling tightly to each other in a world where there was no one else for them to look up to for help and succor. 

Their attachment to each other was not just metaphorical but physical as well since their hut was too small for anything but a single cot. Initially mother and son had clung to each other during the bitterly cold winters but then with the passage of time there had been a change in the chemistry between them. Age and time had laced Rudra's body with a flood of hormones that would very often give him an uncontrollable erection and Deepa too, with an ache in her heart and an emptiness in her cunt, would relish the hard feel of her son's body, her son's hard-on, as he hugged her and pressed his crotch into her butt. Of late, Rudra had taken to body-building and in the absence of a proper gym he would practice with the mugur, the club-like dumbell that is very popular at akhraas, or traditional Indian gyms, in their hut itself and his mother would watch, and lovingly touch, the rippling muscles of his sweaty body until her own pussy would go all soggy with the excitement on seeing her nearly naked son.

As a child he had of course suckled her tits but even after being weaned he had continued to play with her nipples, albeit innocently, for quite some time. Somehow mother and son had continued with their touchy feely naughtiness well past his puberty but even though on a couple of occasions they had come close to an actual fuck, Deepa's middle class morality had managed to ward off the inevitable. Until that fateful sequence of events that unfolded just after his eighteenth birthday when they were left with no other choice ...

It was well past ten O'clock on a Saturday night. Deepa was about to go to bed and Rudra was fidgeting with his home-made computer, trying to see if he could connect to the Internet when there was a sudden, urgent banging on the door. Barely had Rudra opened the door when three thugs, led by Bhola, a notorious local tough and the "controller" of the eastern part of the city barged in.

"Arrey! Our sleeping beauty is still in bed ... Get Up." Deepa hurriedly got out of the bed and pulled a sheet over the slip that she was wearing.

"Come on, drop your clothes, we want to have some fun." Ordered one of the flunkies.

"Please, please, leave us alone .." Deepa tried to plead with the intruders but she knew that it was futile. They were in big trouble.

Which they indeed were. The three henchmen were totally drunk but Bhola was just about tipsy. 

"How can we leave you alone, we need to have some fun tonight."

"Yes, we need to have some fun tonight." Echoed his friends in their own slurry ways.

"So let us see her tits, her bush, ..." and before she knew it and over her frantic protests, the slip that she was wearing had been pulled up and over her head leaving her naked. In a desperate attempt to protect her modesty she tried to sit down on the floor but someone grabbed her under her armpits and dragged her to her feet. Rudra tried to protest, to intervene, but Bhola turned and gave him a tight slap and one of his henchmen pinned his arms behind him. He would have still continued to struggle but Bhola suddenly drew a wicked looking gun and pointed it at his chest. "One more sound and I shoot ...." and, to prove his point, he actually did so, but fortunately he shot at the ceiling and blasted a slab of plaster into the floor.

Deepa was now stark naked, standing in front of Bhola, head down, eyes downcast, wringing her hands in front of her bush. Bhola and his friends were evidently enjoying the sight, with some of them giggling while others patted, squeezed and pinched her butt. But what next?

"Who wants to fuck her first?" barked Bhola.

"You go ahead boss." The sidekick knew the right answer. He knew that if anyone else volunteered, he would get a tight slap at best!

"Right, turn her around. On the floor." Deepa was down on her knees, her face on the floor, her butt pointing upward – the crack of her vagina visible beneath her ass. Rudra tried to look away but an impossible attraction to see his mother in the nude – something that he had always fantasized about – kept his eyes on her. Everyone else was staring at her as well as Bhola opened his belt, dropped his pants, pushed down his jocks and pulled out his cock.

But that was the disaster. The alcohol in Bhola's blood had drained away any sign of hardness from his penis leaving it as a shrunken, flaccid blob jiggling over his sagging balls. Somebody sniggered and Bhola exploded in anger and kicked Deepa in rage. For a minute Rudra's anger overpowered his sensibilities and with a bellow of rage he pushed aside the thug who was holding him back and ran to his mother lying naked on the floor. But the thugs around him were not about to give up easily either. They jumped on him and dragged him back kicking and screaming.

"Ah the little bastard wants to save his mother?" bellowed Bhola. "So let him fuck her first. We have always spoken about mother-fuckers but have never seen one in action."

"Yes, yes, let him fuck his mother ..." echoed the chorus.

Rough hands grabbed Rudra and swiftly pulled off his shirt and pulled down his pajamas. He was not wearing anything underneath and suddenly his big cock was out there dangling for all to see.

"Go on fuck your mother," screamed Bhola, but Rudra merely looked on dazed and confused.

"Little bastard needs some help." A solid kick on the small of his back sent Rudra spinning to the floor, next to his mother.

"Please do not hurt him," Deepa pleaded with Bhola.

"Then get his prick into your cunt," jeered Bhola.

Mother and son were on the floor, both naked and surrounded by a ring of drunk spectators. For a moment neither of them knew what to do but Rudra tried to shield his mother from their lecherous view by throwing his body over hers ... and in the process ended up in the classic, man-on-top, missionary position. This evoked a series of excited shouts from the onlookers.

"See, the mother-fucker is already getting ready for action."

"Push you prick into your mother's cunt." Someone kicked him on his butt, pushing his rapidly hardening penis against his mother's crotch.

"See, that bastard is already getting an erection."

Rudra was terrified and perplexed. On one hand he knew that it would be very wrong to fuck his mother like this but on the other there was little that he could do about his erection that had become huge and was pushing against his mother's pubes.

"Ma, I am sorry." He whispered in her face but Deepa knew and understood the trouble that her not-so-little boy was in. Actually she had resigned herself to being fucked by her son but was in real panic about the rape that would eventually happen, when the thugs, after being aroused by her son's action, would finally jump on her and gang-rape her.

But she was smart and she was thinking, if not on her feet but at least on her back, and a plan was emerging.

"Lie down on my chest," she whispered to her son and parted her legs so that his erection would have some space. "And don't worry about your penis pushing on my belly."

"But I cannot do this to you, Ma." whispered Rudra.

"Relax. Relax and think, where is your mugur?" She was thinking of the only weapon that they had in the room, the club that Rudra used for his exercise.

"It is against the wall."

"OK, keep on rubbing your body against me, and can you see the gun?"

"It is lying on the table."

"Good. Now we need to distract these buggers."

"How?"

"Start thumping your penis against my cunt," and Deepa gave a low moan of pleasure. Immediately there was a chorus of excitement that ran through the spectators.

"Oh, aah, aaah," moaned Deepa as her son started rubbing his penis against her crotch with greater intensity. "And when I say, GO, you must give a huge shout and leap up from me and grab the mugur and start bashing these bastards." She whispered through her moans!

"OK," whispered Rudra and increased the pace of his thrusts as the thugs started clapping and cheering him on in their glee. For the next couple of minutes, mother and son tried to play out the charade of Rudra fucking, or at least dry humping his mother, but the charade was rapidly becoming real! Rudra's erection had indeed become very huge and the tip of his penis was actually prodding through the lips of his mother's pubic slit. 

But not for long! Just as things were getting really exciting, both for Rudra and for the spectators, Deepa whispered, "Get ready and at the count of three," she paused to make sure that Rudra had heard her and then continued, "one, two, three ... GO." With a blood curdling scream, Mother and son exploded off the floor. Before any of the spectators could react, Rudra had grabbed his heavy mugur with both hands and with a might heave brought it down on the head of the first thug in front of him. The fellow simply collapsed with a crushed skull and without breaking his rhythm, Rudra attacked the next one on the reverse swing. Two down and two to go. 

But as Rudra turned to attack the third one, Bhola, the gang leader and the most sober of the lot grabbed him by his neck and tried to pull him away. He would have succeeded but by then Deepa had grabbed the gun lying on the table, pointed it towards him and pulled the trigger! Bhola gave a scream of pain as blood spurted out his neck but he still managed to turn around and lunged at the gun. This gave Rudra the chance to bash the third thug on his neck, twisting it into an angle that ensured that it must have broken, before he turned round to see Bhola on the ground trying to crawl towards Deepa.

Rudra raised his deadly mugur to bring it down on Bhola but he froze at the sight in front of him. Bhola, bleeding heavily from his neck wound, was wriggling on the ground, mouthing vague obscenities and standing in front of him, was his mother Deepa whom he could barely recognise. Stark naked with her hair dishevelled and cascading over her breasts, her face was drawn into a grotesque grimace of anger and hatred, the bibhatsya rasa of traditional Hindu dramatics, screaming incoherently through her clenched teeth like the Goddess Kali, except that it was not a sword but a loaded gun that she held in her shivering hands. The shock of the sight paralysed Rudra and as he watched, petrified in horror and fear, his mother brought down the barrel against the Bhola's temple and fired a lethal shot into his head!

The gun shot broke the reverie and brought mother and son to their senses. Bhola was dead and so perhaps was one of his men. The other two were groaning and moaning on the floor, heads bloodied with the terrific impact of the huge mugur. But there was no time to lose because Bhola had a big gang and they might just come barging in again. They had to leave, quickly!

Rudra quickly put on his pajamas while Deepa pulled on the slip and then they rushed out of the house. The neighbours had already sensed big trouble and had shut their door and windows but standing outside their house was a battered, beat-up Bolero SUV that the thugs had arrived in. 

"Kid," whispered Deepa, "Go back and see if you can get the keys of this car." She stood in the doorway with the gun drawn, just in case someone came calling. Rudra went back into the room and started rummaging through the pockets of the dead and dying men and after what seemed like eternity, came back with not only the keys but also a few clothes!

"Quick, let's go." Rudra climbed into the driver's seat and as soon has his mother had scrambled in beside him, he gunned the engine and drove away as quickly as possible.

Go, but where? Crossing the river was impossible as there would be checkpoints manned by armed thugs. Dumdum in the North or Baruipur in the South was possible but the safest place would be the marshy desolation to the East where every mile that they travelled towards what was once Bangladesh would be towards more and more chaos and anarchy. It was well past midnight and the roads were deserted. It would not be very safe to travel as they would be the only car on the road and yet they had to put some distance between themselves and the people that they had murdered. So, without thinking any further, they took the road that led past Dhapa, the erstwhile dumping ground for Calcutta's solid waste. They drove for an hour and a half through painful and potholed roads and finally, when they thought they were far enough from the scene, they pulled their car over behind a grove of trees on the edge of the swamp so that it was not visible from the road. At last, for a few minutes at least, they could catch their breaths.

"Kid, I need to take a leak." Deepa had been holding on tightly to the gun while being on the lookout for anyone in pursuit but now that the tension had eased, she suddenly felt that her bladder was about to burst. No sooner had Rudra parked the car than she opened the door to step out and collapsed on the ground – her legs were shaking violently with excitement and fear. Rudra ran around to the passenger side and picked his mother off the ground but by then her bladder had already started to empty itself and the slip that she had thrown on her was wet and soggy with her piss. 

"I am so sorry, kid, I could not control myself," she whispered.

"Dont worry, Ma, just take it off," and after all that they had been through since the evening, Deepa had no further hesitation to simply lift her slip over her head and throw it away. 

It was the dark fortnight and in the pale light of crescent moon that was rising on the eastern horizon, Rudra saw his mother standing naked and helpless in front of him. For a second all those memories of terror, lust, fear, sex and murder roiled through his mind along with heated hormones released by the image of full-frontal nudity of a sexy woman and before either of them could say anything, mother and son had suddenly clasped each other in a tight embrace.

After the terror and the tension of the past, it was actually cathartic for both Deepa and Rudra to be in the comfort and safety of each other's arms. Even without realising it, Deepa found herself willingly and with increasing pleasure kissing her son, full and square on his lips.


O O Calcutta Ch. 01



"Thank you Kiddo, thank you for bashing those bastards."

"But it was you, who actually shot that rascal ... you were like the Goddess Kali herself!"

Rudra was busy otherwise. With one hand he had grabbed a fistful of his mother's hair and was pressing her face into his, his tongue darting across her lips and into her hot mouth. With his other hand he was rubbing her breasts and teasing her nipples. For Deepa, the sheer presence of her son's rock hard body was a source of great satisfaction and she could barely keep herself from squeezing his buttocks and pulling the hardness of his erect penis into her own crotch. She was already naked and in her desperation she quickly pushed down her son's pajama and before she knew it, she had dropped down on her knees and was sucking at her son's cock with an inexplicable but immense urgency. Evidently, the terror and trauma had snapped the barriers of their middle class morality and mother and son had crossed the Rubicon, or as they would say in India, the forbidden Lakhsman Rekha.

Swiftly and silently, Deepa pushed Rudra on his back on the grassy bank of the marshy and started licking at his balls and the shaft of his big, hard and thick penis. Rudra gave a groan of pleasure and squirmed with excitement. He grabbed hold of his mother's shoulders and pulled her up on his chest and started to squeeze her breasts. By now Deepa was kissing her son and rubbing her pubic mound against his erection. Rudra had never had any experience of a full fledged penetrative sexual intercourse and his prods and thrusts were rather tentative and ineffectual. But Deepa's hunger for a fuck was suddenly enormous. 

Neither of them would ever figure out why they had behaved the way that they did but perhaps her devastating murder of the evil ogre, Bhola, in that spectacular manner had unleashed a gut-wrenching wave of erotic ecstasy in the otherwise demure woman. It was as if Kali herself had revealed herself and was cavorting in her favourite viparit-rataturang or woman-on-top position with her beloved son. But for Rudra it was an extraordinary experience. Framed against the crescent moon, was his mother, buck naked on his chest. He was holding her up against the sky, her breasts bouncing before his awe struck eyes, her hand curled around his erect penis and thrusting it again and again against her the crack of her cunt. Then all of a sudden, Deepa starting to buck and thrust her hips, her crotch, again and again on her son's prick and slowly, ever so slowly, he started penetrating her.

Deepa gave a moan of pleasure as she felt her son's penis push apart the lips of her vagina and with each thrust he was pushing more and more inside until with a yell of pleasure she finally thumped her hips all the way down to his crotch and swallowed up his entire erection inside her. Now that she was finally and fully penetrated, she started to heave and buck. Rudra too, quickly got into the rhythm and met her downward thrusts with his own upward lunge, sending his prick deeper and deeper into his mother's cunt and pushing her into a stronger and stronger throes of excitement.

Words were irrelevant. Yet they would have cried out in their lust but Deepa quickly clamped her palms over her son's mouth lest someone could overhear the shrieks of their riotous coitus! But soon enough, Rudra felt the roiling pulse of his own ejaculation building up in his loins and his groans and grunts were becoming louder until all of a sudden a fountain of thick, creamy cum finally burst out of his erection and sprayed into his mother accompanied by a quickly muffled yell. Then all was silent as mother and son, still joined at the hip and hugging each other as tightly as ever, rolled over until Deepa was on the ground and Rudra was on her chest, lightly licking and sucking her breasts.

The orgasm, the ejaculation and the release of the sexual tension seemed to wash away with it the terror and the trauma of the evening and Rudra saw that a sense of serenity was spreading across his mother's face that was illuminated by the pale silvery light of the moon. He kissed her lightly and whispered, "Ma, now that the deed is done, should I be sorry for making love to you?"

"No dear," she answered, "everything has a time, a place and most important a reason, even though we may not see the reason immediately. Don't worry about the past, let us think about tomorrow, because tomorrow never dies."

Far above, the twinkling stars looked down on the wasted land where a naked mother and her naked son cuddled into each other on the banks of a swampy marsh and in the shadow of a darkened SUV car.

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Three years has passed since that terrifying yet magical night when Rudra had first seen his mother in a state of complete and full frontal nudity and there had been other occasions since then. But never again had he seen his mother being molested and humiliated as she was about to be on the checkpost on the bridge today. His blood boiled in anger but he knew that there was little that he could do about it right now. He will have to wait.

After that magic moment near the marshy swamp in Dhapa, mother and son had somehow weathered the firestorm that they had unleashed on the shattered city of Calcutta. But with Bhola, the biggest and most powerful thug being suddenly murdered, many of his competitors had seized the opportunity to create their own fiefdoms. However it was Pandey-ji who had finally managed to take control of the dysfunctional city and perhaps because the two of them had facilitated his takeover, mother and son were pleasantly surprised when he took them under his protection. In fact after spending days hiding in the Eastern swamps, Deepa and Rudra had tentatively returned home to find it unscathed but securely locked but with note telling them to pick up the key from Pandey-ji!

Pandey-ji was not all that bad a man but nevertheless being under his wings meant that there was a price to be paid and a part of it was being paid by Deepa right now, on the bridge. She had been sent on an errand and was expected to carry an important parcel back to Pandey-ji but Rudra was worried that the way that she was being searched could mean that she might get caught!

Deepa had already been stripped naked on the road but now she had to bend over for a cavity check! She clenched her lips in helpless anger as she felt thick fingers entering her anus and then her vagina, but had to keep quiet. Fortunately, the search was desultory since the louts were more interested in humiliating her than in actually looking for any contraband and so nothing of any value was found. 

"Ok, you can now go back to you Pandey-ji and suck his little cock." Someone leered at her and Deepa had to clench her lips again to hold back the retort that had floated up her throat. But she kept her head down and without any further ado, put on her clothes, collected whatever remained of her fruits and vegetables in a bag and hurried off towards the Eastern end of the broken bridge.

The check post at the Eastern end was far more friendly since it was manned by Pandey-ji's thugs and Deepa breezed through them by merely showing the letter. Moments later, she spotted Rudra waiting for her with her bicycle and with a sigh of relief she rushed across and handed over the big bag. 

Then she climbed, side saddle, onto the bar between the seat and the handle of the cycle and safely encircled by her son's hands, she set off for home.

Durga Puja had just got over and Deepawali, Kali Puja was a fortnight away. Today was Lakshmi Puja when the Goddess of Wealth is welcomed in the silvery light of the big, bright full moon and worshipped with fervour in many Bengali households. But Lakshmi had deserted Calcutta and it was just a pale spectre of its brilliant past. Unlike the vibrant festivities associated with this season of festivals, the city was brooding dark and sullen, waiting warily for the next calamity. But it was rare for anyone to be able to go out of Calcutta and even more rare for someone to actually come back. 

Why did Deepa leave? and ....

"Have you brought back the parcel that Pandey-ji had asked for." Rudra asked her.

"Yes."

"What is that you have brought back?"

"Something amazing ... you would not believe it till I explain."

"And how come that those bastards did not find it."

"Your mother has many tricks up her sleeve," but her grin meant that she meant something quite different. "Lets get home, we are in for some interesting times."



O O Calcutta Ch. 02



It had been a long, tiring and dusty journey for Deepa and the first thing that she did after reaching their single room flat was to head for the bath, leaving Rudra to wait impatiently for the news of what she had brought back from Barakar. He had already looked through her bags and sack but other than the obviously innocent, though possibly useful, decoys like fruits and vegetables, there was nothing else that would have had Deepa make this long and painful journey. To kill time and also because it was getting late, Rudra worked on a simple dinner.

Deepa emerged from the bathroom with just a towel around her midriff. "So what has my son cooked for his mother tonight?"

"Not much, some noodles to go along with your fresh vegetables that I have stir fried just now."

"Good let us eat, because then there is a lot of work to be done." Deepa sat down on a sofa with a plate of steaming noodles that Rudra had placed in her hands.

"But first let me admire my beautiful mother in her freshly washed look."

She was a sight that would have sent blood rushing into any male penis and Rudra's was no exception! Tall and tough looking, Deepa was not your coy and candy like Bengali beauty. She was big, well built and tough and this was more than evident in her sharply chiselled features and strong jawline. Framing all this was a shock of long, wet hair, that fell well below her shoulders. But it was her eyes that were incredible. Large, limpid and framed between her gracefully arching eyebrows and the rise of her prominent cheek bones, they would have melted a hermit's heart! But hearts aside, the hermit's prick would have jumped as his gaze travelled down her slender neck down to the vast expanse of her bare shoulders and the rising swell of her breasts. After her bath, Deepa had just thrown a short towel over her that barely covered her torso and below it, the long stretch of her shapely legs were still glistening with a few drops of water that were dripping down her bare skin. Rudra sat down next to his mother and stroked the exposed part of her still wet thigh. Then he too started to eat.

"Now tell me, what is this that you have brought back from Barakar."

"I am not very sure what it is and what it does but let me tell you all that I have figured out so far."

"Whom did you meet?"

"Strangely enough, I did not meet anyone."

"Then how did you get what you have now brought back with you."

"It was kept in the almirah of the room of the hotel, or rather a guesthouse, that I had stayed in."

"What was there inside the almirah?"

"Nothing much, some loose papers."

"How did you know what was to be brought back?"

"I was told to look for a packet and it was right there. It had Pandey-ji's name on it and marked urgent."

"Someone with the other key had placed it there .. a standard double blind drop box."

"Yes, none of us got to see or meet the other. Yet the object was transferred to me."

"This must be something very important. Let me take a look."

"Aha! That is the challenge ..." Deepa had finished her dinner and handed her plate to Rudra who went and placed it in the sink.

"Why? What is the challenge?"

"The road from Barakar is fraught with danger and Pandey-ji had repeatedly warned me to be very careful about this device being stolen and robbed."

"If it was so important, why could he not go himself?"

"I think he has a problem."

"What?"

"You know we have never met him even though he communicates with us very regularly and takes good care of us."

"He should! After all you killed Bhola and handed over the city to him on a platter."

"True, but I think that all these gangsters are under pressure. They have their own enemies and hardly ever trust anyone."

"But he trusts you and sent you."

"We do not know what is in his mind."

"Fine, but where is the device.?"

"Well hidden." Deepa smirked.

"Oh come on, tell me .."

"It is in netherland," she smiled, and pointed to downward at her pussy!

"You have hidden it in your ... your .." For a few moments, Rudra was stuck without words.

"Yes, in my cunt," his mother completed the sentence for him. "I have hidden it in my vagina."

"But then, those thugs on the bridge, they searched you."

"Actually, I was shit scared that they would find it, but I had anticipated it and had pushed it really deep inside."

"My goodness."

"But now I have a problem. I cannot get it out!"

"Is that why you were stuck in the bathroom for a long time?"

"Yes."

"So now what?"

"I need your help to pull it out." Deepa pulled the towel off her body and threw it on the floor. Then she spread her legs and Rudra was staring at the thick bush of his mother's pubic hair as she gently fingered the slit of her cunt.

"How do I do it?"

"In a pelvic examination that we girls go through, doctors push their fingers and other stuff right up our hole. I need you to do something similar. Once you feel it with you fingers you have to pull it out."

"But the thug on the bridge did the same. Why did it not come out?"

"He was stupid, he tried it from behind, in the doggy-fuck position. Because mentally he was actually fucking me."

"So what is the correct way?"

"As they would have done in a gynae clinic, me on my back, legs raised and spread out and you between my thighs digging for the gold."

"The mere thought of pushing my fingers into you cunt is giving me a hard-on."

"That can wait, I need you to get this done first."

"Ok, let me take a shot."

Without the towel, Deepa was now sitting naked on the sofa with her legs spread apart. Rudra knelt on the ground between her legs and with one hand pushed apart the lips of the outer labia. Then he gently pushed his middle finger of his other hand through the folds of the inner lips. Deepa felt a shiver run through her as her son's fingers pressed against her clit.

"Does it hurt?"

"Not at all, kid, otherwise how could fornication be so pleasurable."

"But how can I pull it out with just one finger?"

"So put in a second one and use them like a forcep."

"Two fingers! Will it go in?"

"They must. There is a two-finger test of rape that doctor's love to use on hapless victims. They check how loose the vagina is and whether that means that the victim is of a loose character." But the pun was lost on Rudra as he desperately tried to push in two fingers into his mother's pussy.

"This is very difficult Ma, I just don't seem to get it right." Rudra had placed his left hand under his mother butt to push her up and had forced his index finger and thumb into the folds of her vagina but somehow it was all very slippery and fluid. Moreover the sight of his mother pubic bush just inches from his face and the musky odour of her body fluids was very intoxicating. All of a sudden, he felt a stiffening in his own penis.

"I suggest that you slide your fingers fully in and keep pushing," suggested Deepa with a straight face even though the fact that her son was digging into her pussy was giving her the goose bumps!

"I don't want you to get hurt, Ma"

"Don't bother kid. Women have had a lot of things shoved up their pussy, I will tell you when it hurts."

"Ok." Once again Rudra placed one hand under his mother's butt to get a better grip and pushed two fingers into her cunt. "Tell me when it hurts."

"Don't worry, I know that some people have pushed their entire fists into a lover's body. So it is not impossible. Keep going."

Slowly but firmly Rudra kept up the pressure till first two and then a third finger was buried inside his mother's pussy.

"You are getting tense, Ma. Your cunt walls are kind of clamping down on my hand."

"True, I need a break."

"Ok." He pulled his hand out. "I think you need to relax."

"Right, I need a cigarette. Will you light one for me please."

Rudra walked across to his desk, lit a cigarette, took a drag and handed it to his Deepa. Then once again he sat down between his mother's parted legs and played with the curls of her pubic bush as Deepa slowly smoked the entire cigarette.

"Ok, kid, I am trying to close my eyes and dream of paradise, while you go ahead and dig that device out of my pussy."

But that was easier said than done. After struggling for quite some time, mother and son were too exhausted and needed another break. Deepa lit another cigarette and exhaled deeply.

"Ma, this looks rather difficult."

"Yes, kid. I am actually feeling quite sore down there. Now I know what the ladies of the street feel when they have had a customer too many in a single night."

"I have had my hand inside you till almost my wrists and yet the bloody bugger evades us. It is no wonder that that cavity search did not reveal the booty."

"But what will I go and tell Pandey-ji? That your wonderful device is lost in my body?"

"Tell you what, let us change position. Can you squat and try to bear down ... like you do when you try to shit?"

"Good idea. I almost forgot that that is what you do during childbirth, but then it has been ages that I have given birth to you." Deepa had a tired smile.

"Great. Why don't you try that right away, while I try to stick my hand in and see if I can locate the bugger."

Deepa stubbed out the cigarette and squatted on the floor. Once again, her son's hand was buried inside her cunt and she pressed down with all her might. She could feel her anus getting clenched with the pressure and she groaned.

"Aah, Aah ..." she pressed down, and then "Hey, I thought, I felt something move."

"So did I," exulted Rudra. "I felt something hard inside. Push, push ..." he encouraged his mother.

"I am trying, I am trying," screamed Deepa, "Is it coming out?"

"I can feel something hard in there but I cannot get a grip on it. It is slipping out of my grip."

"It must be slippery, coated with all my juices."

"What exactly is it? Can you tell me."

"It is a steel cylinder. Tapered at one end, like a bullet. I put it in with the pointed end facing inside."

"Steel." Rudra muttered to himself. "Wish we would have a powerful magnet to suck it out."

Mother and son struggled for some more time but again it was proving to be too painful for Deepa and too pointless for her son. Once again Rudra pulled his hand out of his mother's pussy and Deepa collapsed on her back on the floor. The strain of having a fist being thrust into her vagina had started to show but she was still trying to keep up a brave face. Rudra felt sorry for her mother. It was proving to be a tough day for her. He was thinking furiously to come out with a way to help her and the germ of an idea was forming in his head.

"Ma, do you still have that vaginal applicator that you had once used to push a tablet into your body?"

"You mean last year, when I had that terrible itch in my pussy, from that infection?"

"Yes, do you still have that stick like stuff that you had asked me shove into your hole?"

"I do. But how will that help? That was for pushing stuff in, not pulling stuff out."

"I think I have a way to make it work. Tell me where it is."

"Let me get it for you." Deepa tried to get up but her body was too tired and she fell back.

"Don't worry, Ma, I will get it."

Rudra scooped the naked figure of his mother off the floor and carried her in his arms to the bedroom. After gently putting her in the bed, he draped a clean sheet over her helpless nudity and kissed her tenderly on her lips.

"You have had a tough day, Ma, take rest. I have a plan to sort it out by the morning." Then he switched off the light and went back to his desk.

But they did not have to wait till morning because he was back by midnight, all excited with a little contraption that he had made by himself. "Ma, wake up, wake up ... see what have I got." He shook her awake.

Deepa sat up drowsily and the sheet slipped off, leaving her once again with her breasts exposed. But Rudra had no time for such a lovely view. Instead he held up the vaginal applicator but Deepa could see that he had modified it extensively.

"What have you done to that?"

"Look, the bullet of yours is made of steel and so we can pull it out with magnet!"

"Wow, what an idea Sir-Ji"

"I have taken a bolt and filed its head so that it does not have any sharp edges. Then I have wrapped a lot of copper wire around it and taped it down. Next, I have stuck it in the head of the applicator, where you normally place a tablet and have wedged it tightly in the slot. Now if I connect this wire to an electric point, that nut will become a magnet and attract the bullet ... and we can slowly pull it out." He was so excited with his creation that he blurted out all this in one breath.

"Electricity? What if I get a shock? In my pussy?"

"No Ma, I am connecting this to the 12V DC power supply of our computer .. so even if you get a shock, it will be very, very mild."

"I am feeling scared kid to stick electric wires into my cunt. Perhaps we can see a doctor tomorrow."

"Don't worry, Ma. Trust me. I know what I am doing. Will I take a risk with my dear, dear mother?"

"Ok. Fine." Deepa smiled at her son's ingenuity. "Let's go. Let me spread my legs once again for my son."

Once again, Deepa lay down on the floor, raised her knees, spread them apart and exposed the slit of her vagina to her son. Rudra connected the wires to the power supply and then handed a switch to his mother.

"You will have the switch in your hand and I will ask you to connect it when I think that we are close to the bullet. But if you ever feel any kind of shock, the switch will be in your hand and you can just put it off."

"Ok," gulped Deepa.

"Don't worry, just close your eyes and relax."

Deepa closed her eyes but the moment she felt the hard head of the bolt on her the lips of her cunt she felt a sudden tightening of her sphincter and the muscles of her vagina went tense. But then she felt her son's hand stroking her on her belly, then her pubis, his fingers playing with the curls of her pubic hair and gently teasing the swollen lips of her labia and her body relaxed. Rudra gently spread her labia and gradually pushed the swollen head of the applicator through the slit and into her vagina.

"This will be just fine Ma, just remember when you had pushed this same gadget into yourself ... it is just the same."

Slowly, very slowly Rudra pushed the applicator right into the vagina until it was buried right up to the neck, with just the wires sticking out of Deepa cunt. Then on a signal from Rudra, Deepa closed the switch. The electricity flowed in, spun around the steel bolt, created a powerful magnetic field, pulled at the steel cylinder and with a 'click' it got attached to the bolt.

"I think we got it," whispered Rudra and slowly started pulling out, first the wires and then, after it had emerged, the applicator itself until with a sudden "pop" the swollen head of the applicator came out of Deepa's hole and ....

"There it is Ma," exulted Rudra, holding up the the two inch long steel cylinder that he had just fished out of his mother's love canal! Deepa gave a scream of pleasure and snatched the cylinder of out her son's hand and examined it carefully.

"Is it all right Ma?" Rudra asked.

"Looks no different from what I had shoved into myself at Barakar."

"Is this the device?"

"No this is the case. We need to unscrew it to get at the actual sensor device inside"

"Shall we do it now?"

"We can always do it tomorrow, let me keep it safely now." Deepa got up from the floor and quickly deposited the precious cargo of hers in a closet. Then, all tiredness suddenly forgotten, she ran back to her son and, still stark naked, clasped him to her chest and locked her lips on his.

All the stress and the tension that they were in was suddenly washed away and mother and son hugged each other in glee! Not quite knowing how to celebrate this sudden success, Rudra lifted his naked mother in his arms while she threw her long and sexy legs around his waist and they danced around their tiny flat.

"Kiddo, you cannot imagine how relieved I am feeling now and all thanks to you and your brilliant magnet."

"I feel like I am on top of the world after pulling that bullet out of your pussy."

"I think I owe you big, big treat ... for what you just did for me."

"All that I want is to kiss you again and again and again." He slobbered her with his kisses.

"But I think that your body is looking for something else!" She felt the sudden hardness of her son's erection grinding into her crotch.

"How can I help if I have to carry around such a sexy lady in the nude."

"Not that I mind but it is really unfair for me to be naked while you are still clothed."

"But how can I take off my clothes with you clinging on to me like this."

"So drop me and then drop your clothes."

Rudra need no further orders. He immediately placed his mother on the bed and rapidly threw off his vest and pajama. Then he threw himself on his mother's body and started fondling her breasts and her tits while his massive erection started prodding her at her crotch.

"Please kiddo, I am so very sore down there ... that it seems that I have been raped by a herd of buffaloes."

"Oooh, I am so sorry, Ma. I just clean forgot that I have been fisting you in your cunt the whole evening."

"Not to worry, kid, I know what it means to your hormones to have deal with a naked woman in your arms and I think I owe them a release."

"Don't bother Ma, it will be my pleasure to just have you in my arms tonight."

"But perhaps I could do a little better. Now that you have worked so hard through the evening, it is your turn to relax."

She flipped Rudra on his back and this time it was he who raised his knees and spread them apart to allow his mother put her face on his crotch. Rudra's penis was now a full seven inches high and so thick that his mother could barely hold it in her fist. Deepa grabbed it with both her hands and flicked her tongue along the ridge that girdled the big red glans. Rudra gave a gurgle of pleasure as he felt his mother's tongue lick at the tiny pee-hole at the tip of his turgid helmet!

"Relax kid and enjoy yourself," Deepa whispered, "This is your payment for the excellent extraction services that you have rendered to your mother tonight." She began to alternately lick and nibble at her son's balls as they became big and tight under her relentless attack. Then she knelt between his legs and took his shaft between her lips and started to nibble at them as well. Rudra gave a shriek of pleasure as he found his mother's hand fondling his balls and his penis sliding in and out of her mouth. A ripple of pleasure, of excitement, pulsed through his spine and he sat up and caught his mother by her hair and pressed her face into his crotch.

More than Rudra, it was perhaps Deepa who was now enjoying herself. Unknown to her son, she had actually been terrified at the thought of the bullet being lodged and lost inside her vagina and even more terrified at the thought of having to meet Pandey-ji with that devastating news. Now that that cloud had lifted, she was gorging herself on the delightful dessert of a big, thick penis that had already started to ooze with her son's pre-cum. So while she teased and rubbed his balls with her thumbs, she swallowed the hard erection all the way until the glans were pressing against her throat.

Rudra's excitement was no less. Having his mother suck him off was a pleasure in itself but the sight of his mother's bare back and big butt bobbing and bouncing in front of him sent a pulse of pleasure shooting through loins. Soon enough, possibly before he would have liked to, that pulse of pleasure had become a knot of pressure that was rapidly building up in his balls and his shaft and before he knew it his butt was twisting and squirming as he fought to hold back the inevitable explosion.




O O Calcutta Ch. 02



Deepa too knew that his son was about to burst and yet she could not let go of her lollipop as she heard Rudra moaning loudly with excitement. Finally and at the very last minute, she pulled his cock out of her mouth and squeezed his balls and with a grunt of pleasure, Rudra shot out a thick white stream of cum that splashed across her lips, her nose and her cheeks. Deepa gave a final slurp to the shrinking penis and then placed her head on her son's crotch but Rudra reached down and pulled her up on his chest. Her face was glistening with his cum as he kissed her again and again while all along feeling and squeezing her breasts that were now squashed on his body. For the next few minutes Deepa rested on her son's breast and then looked up and gave a naughty smile.

"Was that payment enough for the services rendered by my son?"

"No, not at all," smiled Rudra. "The night is still young and I am sure that my dear mother has other tricks to turn."

"My son has a voracious appetite, I wonder if I would be able to satisfy his hunger."

"You are my Ma, my mother Annapoorna ... the goddess who can always provide a full plate to he who is hungry."

"I think I need to get a real wife for my son. Someone who will be able to satisfy his massive hunger."

"We can think about that but right now I need you to satisfy my greatest hunger."

"Please kiddo. My cunt is so very sore today. Please do not insist on a real fuck tonight."

"Mum, do you think that I can be so unreasonable? Do you think that I will want to cause you any tension down under there?"

"Then what other hunger are you referring to my dear?"

"I am hungry for news. What is happening on the other side of the river? Whom did you meet and what did you do in Barakar?"

"Ah! that is a hunger that can be satisfied easily, but before that let me get some real food because your noodles have long been digested and I feel famished."

There wasn't much food in the house but Deepa cracked a couple of large eggs and threw in some sliced and diced bread – good food was not easy to get in Calcutta and when available was quite expensive by their humble standards. Rudra hung along behind her, ostensibly to help but actually to stand behind his naked mother, rub his prick against her butt and fondle her breasts! Every now and then, he would run his fingers through her hair, nibble at her neck and kiss her on her cum-streaked cheeks! Finally when the stir fried egg-bread-bhujia was done, they ate it with relish. Then Deepa pulled out a bottle of Old Monk rum, that she had been saving for a long time, and poured out four-fingers for each. "Kiddo, we deserve this tonight." Then with their respective glasses, they climbed back into bed but sat up against the wall.

Rudra spread his legs and pulled his mother between his thighs, her back against his chest, her head on his shoulders and one hand cradling her breasts. In his other hand, he held his glass of rum and took a big swig.

"Now tell me about your journey?"

"It was frightening. Without Pandey-ji's assistance with contacts I would not have lasted more than ten miles."

"Is it that bad?"

"It is growing worse."

"Are we better off here? In Calcutta?"

"Perhaps for the time being, but in the long run we need to get out of this hell."

"So we need to go Out Of Calcutta? Where do we go?"

"Perhaps towards Delhi, or even further, towards Rishikesh, the Himalayas."

"You want to be an ascetic?"

"I am told that there are some colonies that have come up there where people have organised themselves better. Thanks to the Dalai Lama's government in Tibet, there is a new bloom of civilisation that is breaking out in the Himalayan region."

"Can we think of going there?"

"We can think, but we need money, lots of money and contacts and escorts to cross the vast expanse of the Gangetic plain."

"How is Barakar, to begin with."

"Barakar is a dry and dusty city, nothing much there. But the Maithon, Panchet dam area is a pleasant place. I believe that Pandey-ji has a safehouse there but of course I had only been up to Barakar."

"Who all did you meet?"

"I did not meet anybody, only picked up that device from the blind drop in the hotel room, but I think there is something afoot"

"Like what?"

"Could not quite get it but perhaps even Pandey-ji is making some alternate arrangements. I think he is also planning to leave this place and this device is a step in this direction."

"What does this device do?"

"No idea but there were some papers in the packet along with this device and it was about some kind of banking service."

"Is he trying to move his money out?"

"Perhaps ... as a first step towards escaping from Calcutta."

"Perhaps even we should start planning something on our own."

"True, this whole place is becoming somewhat unsustainable."

"Aah," Deepa stifled a yawn. It was getting late and she was feeling tired. She drained what remained of her rum in one fluid motion. Then she rolled away from her son and went flat on her back on the bed. Rudra was already done with his drink. He pushed his glass under the bed and then crawled over to his mother and placed his face on her naked breasts.

Deepa ran her hands through her son's hair as she felt Rudra's tongue on her nipples. She closed her eyes as a wave of pleasure shivered through her body and hardened the wrinkles of her growing tits. Her son was now playing with her nipples, squeezing one with his hand and teasing the other with his tongue. The stress and strain of the whole day and then the evening was finally taking its toll and her body was slowly going limp. Rudra rolled over to his pillow and pushed his hands around her shoulders. She climbed on to his chest, closed her eyes and gently nuzzled his neck. Her hands slipped down to his crotch and she slowly squeezed his balls and stroked his shaft. A wave of tiredness was washing over Rudra as well and even as he felt his mother's naked legs sliding over his own, a shroud of sleep was gradually descending over mother and son, both naked and in each other's arms. The last thing that they knew was the final goodnight kiss that Rudra pressed on his mother's lips and then slipped into the arms of blissful somnolence.

And before they knew it, the new day had broken over the city and there was someone knocking urgently on the front door!

What now?



O O Calcutta Ch. 03



Deepa and Rudra were waiting in the lobby of what had been the Tata Centre, one of the first multi-storied office buildings in Calcutta. Now after weathering many storms, it was a shell of its past glory but Pandey-ji had occupied it and operated out of Rusi Mody's erstwhile office on the top floor.

Today was the second day that Deepa was here. That was why both the stylish receptionist and the burly thugs who guarded the entrance had recognised her and ushered her into an air conditioned waiting room. The last time that they had come, Rudra was was not even allowed past the outer gate and Deepa had a tough time explaining that she had a personal appointment with Pandey-ji...

...

"Why do you want to meet Pandey-ji?"

"I am carrying something that I need to hand over to him."

"Give it to me and I will give it to him."

"I am sorry, this is something that I need to hand over to him personally."

"Are you mad? None of us have ever met him and you think you can meet him personally?" the thug at the gate had been dismissive of her.

"Then you can send a word to Pandey-ji that the packet that he is waiting for will not reach him. I am not giving it to you." Deepa had put on a brave front but she knew that if the thugs searched her bags, they would find the capsule.

"Packet? He is waiting for it?" the thug muttered. He sensed that there was something important about the visitor and yet he was hesitant.

"Yes, and I got a message from Teesta today morning, to come over here with the packet."

"Teesta?" spluttered the thug. People like Teesta were far above him in the organisation. He had seen her from a distance but that was it. With an invite from Teesta, Deepa had immediately jumped above him in the hierarchy! Now a sequence of doors had opened in rapid succession until Deepa was finally face to face with Teesta.

"Good Morning." Deepa was taken aback by the slightly husky voice with which she was greeted by Teesta, the glitzy lady who, she had by now realised, was a key member of Pandey-ji's inner circle.

"Oh Good Morning," she replied, "and what a lovely view." The lush green of the Calcutta maidan, that had become off-limits to most of the resident citizens, gleamed in the sun, while the dirt and grime of the city was invisible from the 17th floor.

"Come, let me make some coffee while you enjoy the view." Teesta turned away towards a Black & Decker coffee maker while Deepa observed both her and the room.

Teesta was as tall and well-built as Deepa was but was dressed far more elegantly. Unlike Deepa who was wearing a simple saree Teesta was dressed in a loose fitting capri pant and a short, tight top that hugged the swell of her modest breasts. A sleeveless jacket, that she could have slipped on, was draped over the back of her chair. As she waited for the coffee, Deepa observed the sharp features of her face, the firm chin, the shock of hair flowing carelessly around her shoulders, the smooth, well toned skin of her long and muscular arms - there was no doubt that she was a regular at gym. "Is she the gangster's moll? Pandey-ji's partner?" wondered Deepa, "or is she a female bodyguard? like that of Gadaffi?" and her question was answered almost instantly as soon as she had finished her coffee and the view.

"Are you carrying an article for Pandey-ji?" 

"Yes, and I will give it to him personally, if you please." 

"That is fine, but before you meet him, I need to frisk you, as a standard security drill for the boss."

"OK." Deepa stood up and raised her hands.

"Please take off your clothes," Teesta's voice had hardened. "Everything, please."

"Do you do this for the men as well?" Deepa looked her in the eye and started undraping her saree. This was not anything new after all.

"Hardly anyone else gets to go past these doors." Teesta smiled, "So it is not a pleasure that I have the luxury to indulge in."

"So how does the boss run his business?" Deepa pulled off her blouse and stood in her petticoat and bra.

"That is none of your business, my dear," Teesta voice was grim and steely, "and I asked you to remove all your clothes."

Deepa unclipped her bra and dropped her petticoat, revealing her laangra-mango sized breasts, sagging ever so slightly over her taut belly that sloped down to a thick bush of pubic hair. Teesta had put on a pair of latex gloves and quickly ran her hands over Deepa's body that included a quick slide of her finger from her anus to her cunt. A typical, lecherous thug would have shoved a finger or two up her anus or vagina, but Teesta was smarter.

"Please squat on the ground, on your haunches, and cough loudly please." 

If Deepa had indeed concealed anything in her cunt, there was a high chance that it would have fallen out, but of course, there was nothing there. Not anymore!

"Ok, where is that gadget that you have brought from Barakar? And the key?"

"In my purse. Both of them." Deepa pointed at the table.

"Fine, you can put on your clothes and follow me inside."

Pandey-ji would have been about seventy years old. He was big hulk of a man with a shock of Einstein like white hair framing a face that would have made him look like a professor but for the scar running right across his lips! He was sitting against the gigantic plate glass window with a view of the city serving as a backdrop and ranged around the wall were TV screens that showed him views of his dominions. Deepa recognised two views, one of gate on the street and one of room where Teesta had stripped her naked! 

On the desk was a laptop and next to it was a modem that connected the machine to one of those insanely expensive Satellite Internet Service Providers. Deepa quietly took in all this but what struck her was the fact that Pandey-ji was not sitting on a chair but on a motorized wheel chair! So that is why she had been sent to Barakar and that is why hardly anyone got to meet the Boss in person!

"Thank you for bringing that packet from Barakar."

"Thank you for trusting me Pandey-ji, it gave me a chance to get out of this city." Deepa handed the thick bullet like capsule across to him. She also handed over a key that she had carried with her.

"So you do not like staying here?" Pandey-ji was fiddling with the bullet, trying to open it.

"It is always a pleasure to go out and see the world."

"Good." The cap flew open and Pandey-ji carefully pulled out another steel and ceramic cylinder with a thin wire attached to it. "Now we need to figure out how to operate this."

"May I know what it is for?" asked Deepa. 

Teesta shot a quick glance at his boss who nodded his agreement. "Pandey-ji has opened an account with a bank in the Cayman Islands and he will operate his account over the internet."

"Like Online Banking?"

"Yes but a lot more secure. In addition to the normal password, this ceramic cylinder will pick up a DNA imprint from his body and use that open the define the password with which the account can be operated."

"So it is only Pandey-ji who can use the account? Very high tech!"

"And you are only the fourth person in this country to be aware of this fact and of the device."

"That is a great honour and responsibility that you have placed on me."

"A lady who can shoot Bhola in cold blood is indeed someone very special as far as I am concerned."

"Who told you that?" Deepa whispered. That was something that was only known to she and her son!

"One of his henchmen lived for a few more hours and we heard how Kali herself had descended on earth to kill that bastard."

"Pandey-ji really loves tough women!" Teesta murmurred.

"I can see that very well," Deepa smiled at her but was surprised to see an enigmatic smile.

"Tough women are good," Pandey-ji broke in, "but can this tough woman help me configure this blasted device to work with my computer?"

"I am sorry, that is something that I cannot do, but if you want I can get my son, Rudra, to help with this."

"You think he can help?"

"He is a genius with all kinds of technology" and Deepa told them about how he had rigged up the extraction magnet. "Without him, that capsule of yours would have got lost in my cunt."

"Hmm... your kid seems to be very smart," Pandey-ji paused for a few moments and thought through the idea. "Can you bring him along tomorrow?"

"Why not?"

Deepa left soon after, but Pandey-ji was still looking out of the window when Teesta whispered. "Boss, are you thinking about what I am thinking as well..."

"Yes." Teesta and Pandey-ji were like two sides of the same coin. No wonder that Pandey-ji had taken her under his wings and ever since then they had been so attached to each other.

...

Which is why Rudra had accompanied Deepa on her second visit to Tata Centre but today they had arrived in the evening because Pandey-ji had sent word that that is when it would be convenient for him.

The room that they had been waiting in for nearly an hour was empty but a security guard had called on them twice to see if they wanted tea or a soda. Evidently their status had gone up.

"Do you think Teesta will fondle my balls today?" Rudra was a bit apprehensive about the strip-search.

"Why? Are you afraid that you will get an erection? Or is it that one I am seeing just now? in anticipation?"

"Don't you make fun of me, Ma," threatened Rudra in mock indignation, as he adjusted the tightness of his trouser at his crotch.

It was well past nine, and Deepa was getting worried about how late they would be in getting home, when the guard came and told them that Teesta was waiting for them. He then led them to the exclusive lift that took them straight to the 17th floor.

Teesta tonight was dressed for the kill! All she had on was a sleeveless yellow dress that just about dropped down to her knees. It did not seem as if she was wearing a bra and the casual silk sash that was gathered around her waist served to show the swell and bounce of her boobs as they moved around with her. Her jet black hair, cut square across the forehead, framed her face but otherwise dropped away in a long cascade down her shoulder. Deepa however had retained her traditional saree look but she had shampooed her hair and looked positively radiant.

"So young man, let me have a look at your balls!" Teesta grinned at Rudra.

"Am I exempt from your strip search today?"

"Actually Pandey-ji has exempted both you but how can I let such a stud go past without feeling him up."

"It's your call, Teesta." Rudra had dropped his pants and had stepped out of his brief.

"Ah, lovely pair of balls," Teesta was actually teasing Rudra, "and hey look he is getting an erection."

"What do you expect? when a stud like my son is faced with a sex bomb like you."

"But our sources tell us that there is another lady in his life who gives him equal pleasure." Teesta was openly stroking Rudra's penis right in front his mother, making it big and hard.

"Well I suppose one needs to be paid for all the difficult tasks that he performs for her."

"And does that include fishing Pandey-ji's treasure from her cunt."

"It also includes fighting off people who were trying to rape his mother." 

"Anyway, let's not waste any more time here, it is getting late and Boss must be getting anxious..." She gestured to Rudra to put on his trousers.

"Or is he getting horny watching all this on his screen?" Deepa was getting a little irritated by Teesta's brazen flirting with her son.

"He has his own way with these things..." 

Deepa had been in Pandey-ji's office before but Rudra was taken in by the hi-tech gadgets that littered the room. What caught his eye was the ultra-high speed internet connection modem that was attached to the desktop machine. It was as if a starving man was looking at a feast!

Rudra did not take too long to figure out what was necessary to get the bank account operational. It was a straightforward configuration where instead of entering a password, the user had to place the cylinder under his tongue and plug the cable into an USB slot.

"Boss, there are a few simple questions to be answered."

"Like what?"

"Do you want to access this from a single IP address, that is the same machine each time, or from any machine?"

"From any machine in the world."

"Do you want a second person or partner to be a co-signer to this account?"

"Teesta, how about putting your name there?"

"Let us keep it simple now, we can add my DNA later."

"Ok, would you want your child to access your account?"

"How would they get his DNA?"

"He, or she, will have half of their DNA that will be common with yours and so the system will make a 50% match."

"Anyway, I do not have a child at the moment..."

"So..."

"Do it anyway, it doesn't really matter... finish it fast."

"Boss, are you in a hurry?"

"In these matters, it is never good to be late. Too many things can go wrong."

"Fine we are done, account is set up. You can login now."

"Let me do this myself..."

Rudra stepped away from the desk leaving Teesta to wheel her boss in front of the machine. Pandey-ji keyed in the userid and then placed the cylinder under his tongue. For a moment the screen was busy as the software sensed and examined the saliva, extracted the signature of the DNA and fed it into the bank's server somewhere in the world. 

"OK, we have logged in..." Teesta was jubilant.

"Now to see if we can operate the account," and for the next 30 minutes, Teesta and Pandey-ji carried out many transactions that moved money from a large number of legitimate and illicit accounts into this one master, DNA locked, account that they could now operate from anywhere in the world.

In the meantime, and with Pandey-ji's permission, mother and son walked around the room, admiring the terrific view of the city and the now dry and marshy bed of the Hooghly river in the distance. The bookcase however, intrigued Deepa. The variety of books and the multiplicity of languages would have to mean that Pandey-ji was a polyglot and a polymath rolled into one and yet from the dust on the handles, it was quite clear that the books were rarely used. 

"Teesta, would it be possible to open this bookcase?"

"Sure," there was a slight hesitation in her voice, "perhaps some other time." She dodged the question and continued with their transactions.

Deepa noticed that both Teesta and Pandey-ji had been tense for quite some time but finally, and all of a sudden, there was a sudden expression of joy and pleasure.

"Oh Great!" exulted Pandey-ji, "we have finally got it."

"Yaay, Boss," shouted Teesta as well and clapped her hands in glee.

Deepa and Rudra looked at them in anticipation and Pandey-ji did not disappoint them.

"I should thank you Deepa and you Rudra for arranging to set up this mechanism, because I now have all my money in this highly portable format."

"You can access it from anywhere you want?"

"And that too in this most secure manner. Do you know what that means?"

"What Pandey-ji?"

"It means we can break-out of this hell hole and do something more meaningful in other, more civilised parts of this world."

"You mean will be out of Calcutta?"

"You are the only two people who know it, other than Teesta of course."

"Can we leave along with you, Pandey-ji?" Better to strike while the iron is hot. Deepa was direct with her request.

"Of course, my dear," Pandey-ji told her. "Do you think I would have told you all this if you were not leaving with us."

"When?"

"Soon, but now that you know this, you cannot step out of this building until the day of our departure."

There was a sudden hush in the room, before Rudra spoke. "You mean we will be prisoners here?"

"Not really kiddo," Pandey-ji reassured Rudra, "more like guests in a transit hotel, waiting for that flight to freedom out of Calcutta."

"How long would you think it will take?" Deepa was more focussed.

"Since our money is now mobile, shouldn't take too long. But this is not the time for such difficult discussion, we must celebrate tonight."

"Right ho!" chimed Teesta, "You want to freshen up Deepa-di, there is a guest suite for the two of you right there." She pointed towards a door.

Half an hour later, the four of them, Pandey-ji, Teesta, Deepa and Rudra were seated in a big, luxurious lounge in front of a table piled high with a selection of choice food and liquor. Scattered around the room were big, deep and very comfortable sofas. Pandey-ji had changed into a fine, white, half-sleeve kurta and he and Deepa were sitting close together, sipping a sparkling white wine from tall flutes while Teesta and Rudra, who seemed to have hit of well with each other, were drinking Rum with Cola on another sofa.

"Deepa, you have done me one big favour," Pandey-ji was speaking quietly, "but there is one bigger favour that I need from you."

"Tell me..." but before she could continue, Teesta turned around and asked, "Would anyone want to see a movie in here?"

"Why not? What do we have here?"

"We can choose anything, and it will be streamed online."

"Oh, I forgot that there are no bandwidth issues out here."

"And these are no movies either. These will be 3D hologram versions of the movies."

"I have heard of this... it is as if the actors and actresses are actually in the room."

"How about some red hot stuff," asked Teesta, "like Basic Instinct?"

"Yes, yes, why not." Rudra nodded in agreement, while Deepa smiled coyly.

Lights were dimmed, the show started and within minutes, Teesta had fast-forwarded to the point where the full, life-size, 3D images of Michael Douglas and Sharon Stone were fucking each other right in front of them. For Rudra and Deepa, who were seeing this for the first time, the sight was amazing. In fact, the 3D images were so utterly realistic that Rudra tried to go and touch Sharon's butt but ended up pushing his hand right through, as Teesta howled at him to sit down and not mess up the hologram!

"Can we get a Bengali film here?"

"Anything is possible, you name it, I will get it."

"Then please get Q's Gandu," whispered Deepa, "it is the first Indian movie that showed full frontal nudity." The wine was getting into her head.

"Done," and in a flash Rii, in her colourful, psychedelic dress was sucking at Anupbrata's not -too-big but black and erect penis!

"Oh god!" gasped Deepa, "this is too much. How I wish I had real penis like that to suck."

"Your wish is my command, sweetheart," whispered Pandey-ji and unzipped his crotch. "This is waiting for your lips." He pointed to the tent in his briefs.

Deepa needed no further invitation. Throwing the rest of the wine into her mouth in one, quick bottoms-up, she threw herself on Pandey-ji's knees and with a quick yank, pulled down both his trouser and his brief leaving his hard and erect penis standing out of his sparse, salt-n-pepper pubic bush. Pandey-ji too, grabbed her head, with a fistful of her hair in each hand and pushed her face down, hard on his crotch.

Pandey-ji may have lost the use of his legs but certainly not of what lay between them! His erection was massive and his balls were big and tight and Deepa under the influence of all that wine was licking and sucking at them like a slut that she never was. Rudra was torn between a stark naked Stone thrashing around on Douglas's naked body and his own mother Deepa sucking at Pandey-ji's prick. Teesta had no such confusion. For her Deepa was obviously a better attraction and with one quick leap she was behind her and before Deepa could realise it, her saree and petticoat had been yanked off and Teesta had jammed her face against the crack of her butt! 

But Pandey-ji was not one to give up on his "prey" so easily! Now that she was nude beneath her waist, he grabbed Deepa under her armpits, flipped her on her back and dragged her all the way up his chest and locked his lips on hers. He slipped his fingers into her blouse and ripped away the buttons, pushed his hand inside her bra and started to fondle and squeeze her breasts.




O O Calcutta Ch. 03



Deepa gave a squeal of pleasure, flipped back on her chest, threw her arms around his neck and started kissing him full and square on his lips, while grinding her crotch, her pubes, her cunt against his raging erection. 

"Deepa-di," Teesta addressed Deepa respectfully as an elder sister, "let me help you get Pandey-ji's pole into your hole." She slid one hand between Deepa's thighs and grabbed hold of Pandey-ji's prick and pushed it into the crack of Deepa's cunt. Then with her other hand she pushed her butt down into his crotch.

It took a while for the pole to find the hole as Teesta held the erection and Deepa moved her hips this way and that until a sudden yell of pleasure announced that Pandey-ji's tool had found its target. She wriggled her hips, pressed down on the stiffie at her crotch and gave a shriek as its big, thick, bulbous head started to poke and prod her in her cunt. It would have been easier if Pandey-ji could thrust into her but Deepa more than made up for his passivity as she bore down with bigger and firmer thrusts until she managed to have it stuck fully inside her cunt.

The presence of a big, thick prick stuck deep inside her cunt made Deepa go ballistic. Pandey-ji had already slipped off her bra but she showed no such consideration to the old man's shirt - she simply ripped it off and buried her face in the dense white hairs of his chest. Teesta and Rudra watched as the naked Deepa climbed on top of the equally naked Pandey-ji, now on his back on the sofa, and pressed herself on him - clasped lip-to-lip, chest-to-breast, prick-to-cunt. Pandey-ji was squeezing her tits, teasing her nipples and Deepa was thrashing around on his chest, wriggling her hips and feeling the rock hard erection poking and prodding deep inside her cunt. 

But even though Pandey-ji was as hard as a pole, there was no sign of even any pre-cum leaking out! On the other hand, the constant poke and prod of the shaft between her legs was starting a "mexican wave" of excitement around Deepa's body and before long she was almost frothing at the mouth and screaming gibberish. Teesta and Rudra watched in amazement as Deepa came out with a howling screaming orgasm and then collapsed on Pandey-ji's chest. Then she slowly slid off his body and sat down on the ground, between his legs and smiled coyly at Teesta and her son.

"Wow Deepa-di," Teesta was grinning at her, "what a fantastic performance. I am sure that the Boss has never had such an experience before."

"Never," agreed Pandey-ji.

"But Boss how come you never came inside me? I was expecting a flood inside..."

"No Deepa, that flood is difficult for me. I get erect but I cannot ejaculate."

"Not at all?"

"There is a way, but it is not easy..."

"Perhaps, we could find a way."

"It's not that we have not thought about it Deepa-di," whispered Teesta, "there is a lot that we want from you and your son."

"Me? what about you, Teesta," Deepa was curious, "and how does Rudra figure here."

"The night is still young, Deepa," Pandey-ji's voice was almost inaudible, "and there are many things that you are yet to know about."

One of the reasons for Deepa's attack of sexual excitement and the subsequent massive orgasm was the fact that the had been fucked by someone other than her son after so many years! She felt curiously liberated as she picked up another glass of sparkling wine and casually turned to face her son Rudra and his new friend Teesta.

"Am I the only one who likes a fuck? What are you two up to? Playing Ludo?" 

Obviously, this was not the first time that Rudra was seeing Deepa without her clothes, but still the sight of his freshly fucked mother, sweat still glistening on her face, standing naked in front of him, was very exciting. She had a glass of wine in her hand, her breasts were barely covered with her long hair falling, and flowing over them and she was playing with the tangled curls of her pubic bush!

"What a fantastic fuck scene Ma," smirked Rudra. "Far better than either Rii or Sharon Stone..."

"But now let's get the movie Chatrak, and get Paoli Dam here to get her cunt licked."

Rudra went across to the computer keyboard to download the next movie while Teesta took Deepa aside.

"Didi," she whispered, "there is something that I need to tell you, before Rudra gets to know."

"What?"

"Feel this," and she pressed Deepa's hands into her own crotch and Deepa was shocked to feel a small bundle of hardness!"

"Are you?"

"Yes, didi," answered Teesta. "I am a hijra, a transgender, with a body that is somewhat like a man but with the heart and soul of a woman."

"That explains a lot..." 

"I hope that will not cause a problem Didi."

"No my dear Teesta, a hijra, a transgender, is an integral part of the Indian socio-sexual experience."

"What about Rudra?"

"What about him? I will sort it out in a minute.... Rudra," she called, "come here."

"Yes Ma."

"You are just about to see, and experience, something that very few have the good fortune to have."

"What?"

"You have read about Shiva as Ardha-Narishwar, the half god, half goddess both manifesting themselves in the same body."

"Yes..."

"Then let me present to you Teesta, a living incarnation of Shiva as the Ardha-Nariswhar," announced Deepa and with one quick movement, she pulled Teesta's dress over her head and threw it away. There was a collective gasp as Teesta, spun away and raised her hands over her head in a lazy arc to reveal the grace, power and the incredible eroticism of her naked body. 

For a moment, Rudra was struck dumb, as he took in Teesta's delicately chiselled face, framed inside her flowing locks, the large, limpid eyes, the high cheekbones, the pouting lips glistening with a 1000 watts smile and then again there was the powerful, gym-polished biceps and the strong shoulders. Her breasts were not too big or pendulous but were shaped like dainty Malda mangoes, with nipples already erect in their big, smooth areolas. Her flat, muscled belly ended in a clean shaven pubis and instead of the crack of her cunt there was a small penile appendage and two nutlike balls nestling in a shrivelled scrotum. Leading down from her waist were her two long, and well-muscled, legs but what most interesting was that tied to each of her thighs were two tiny guns!

After giving her audience a few seconds to overcome the inevitable shock of seeing a naked transgender, Teesta brought her hands down and in one graceful and fluid motion pulled out the two guns and pointed one each at Deepa and Rudra. There was a distinct click as the safety catches were simultaneously thrown off and the guns were now armed and dangerous.

Mother and son were stunned at the sudden turn of events but then a smile cracked Teesta's lips. "Don't panic, sweethearts," she murmurred. "That was just to show off my toys."

"And they are the last line of my defence against any attacker."

"After all I am the boss' last and final bodyguard," smiled Teesta and holstered her guns.

"Not just my bodyguard, Teesta, you are also my lover, partner and sweetheart all rolled into one."

"If you hadn't picked me up from the slums where they were tormenting me, I would have this little prick chopped off and going around the city singing and dancing at residences where there has been a childbirth."

"All that is history, all that is in the past. We need to look towards the future. What next?"

"Teesta-di," whispered Rudra, "May I just hold you in my arms?"

"Of course, my dear." There was a sudden glint of a tear in her eyes as she sensed his acceptance of her as a woman.

"Then come," Rudra grabbed Teesta around her shoulders and clasped her to his chest. Teesta too grabbed his head and pulled his face into her own and started kissing her.

Deepa was happy at this happy turn of events and smiled at Pandey-ji. Leaving the young couple aside for second she turned on the 3D viewer and again the room was flooded with the 3D image of a totally naked Paoli Dam, lying on a cot and having her cunt licked by a stud. But the real was already replicating the virtual image on the floor. Teesta was on her back on the floor, writhing and screaming with pleasure as Rudra had pushed his face between her legs and was sucking at her tiny penis. Teesta pulled his hand up to her breasts and screamed as Rudra started squeezing and teasing her nipples. His lips travelled up from her penis, past her navel, over her chest and then he was biting at her nipples when Teesta screamed, "Nichey, Nichey... go down, go down," and once again Rudra went down to lick and suck her penis.

For Deepa and Pandey-ji, this was an amazing and erotic sight! Rudra and Teesta had now reconfigured themselves into a classic 69 position, sucking each other's penis. Teesta was on top, her face buried into Rudra's pubic bush and with his big erection thudding against the back of her throat. She could also feel the powerful suck of his lips against her own little penis and suddenly it seemed to shudder into life. Never had anyone excited her as much as this young boy did and a pulse of pleasure seemed to course through her body and she increased the speed and force at which she was sucking his prick.

Rudra's erection was of course big and rock hard and Teesta was busy deepthroating him. Rudra was groaning with pleasure as he felt Teesta's tongue, her teeth, lightly pinching the tightness of his taut, uncut foreskin. Teesta's tiny penis however was still flaccid. Nevertheless, as Rudra lips pulled and sucked at it and as his fingers played with her little nuts, Teesta too felt the tremors of pleasure rolling through her.

Groans and grunts of pleasure started echoing through the room as Deepa suddenly decided to get her mobile camera and started to shoot a movie and before long, the two lovers reached their climax simultaneously. Teesta gave a scream of pleasure as thick wads of cum belched out of Rudra's erection and splashed across her cheeks, her lips and on her eyelashes!

Rudra rolled away on the floor but Teesta was up on her feet in a flash! Rudra's cum was still dripping from her face but her guns were once again drawn and she was on an alert! She raised her hands in a V for victory and screamed, "I am feeling so fucking happy that I wish I could shoot off with these two babies of mine!"

"Come, come my dear," Pandey-ji called her. "Come and sit on my lap..." Teesta obediently pushed the guns into their holsters tied to her thighs and cosied up to her naked boss. Pandey-ji cuddled her in his arms and gave her a big, wet kiss on her lips. "That was a terrific performance, sweetheart. Something that I would never have never been able to deliver with you."

"Never say that boss. You have given me something far more important, your respect and a station in my life that no one from the transgender family can ever hope to get in this blasted land."

"That is true, Pandey-ji," Deepa agreed with her, "but what is heartening is that Rudra too accepted her so readily."

"I had no choice," Rudra joined in, "Teesta was so incredibly erotic, especially with the guns, that I was transported into a strange domain of unbelievable ecstasy. Didn't really care whether my partner was a man, woman or what... it was the sheer power of a raw sexuality that had blocked out all other sensations."

"Which is why the cult of eunuchs and hijra's is so widespread in India..."

"While the western civilisation is still waking up to the significance of the LGBTQ community," chipped in Teesta.

"Well, well well... now that all that hurly burly is done, where do we crash for the night?

"The fun is over, there is some serious business left."

And throughout the night, the four of them made plans for their future!



O O Calcutta Ch. 04



It seemed as if they were in a medieval torture chamber except that Pandey-ji's lounge on the top floor of the Tata Centre had been rigged up for a very benign but ambitious purpose. Pandey-ji had been very keen on a biological child, a real heir to his huge ill-gotten wealth but his inability to ejaculate had always come in the way. Teesta had scoured the web and had procured an electrical device that could help and now with the presence of Rudra, who had a way to make gadgets work, and his mother Deepa, who unlike Teesta could bear a child, there was a fighting chance that something could work out.

They had chosen the day since Deepa was in her fertile window and had planned to get going before lunch but unfortunately, there had been a major power outage in the building and it was only late in the afternoon that the backup power had become operational. Now they were all ready and set for the experiment.

Pandey-ji was lying on a hard mattress, placed on the floor. He was stark naked and Teesta had shaved his pubis so that big balls and penis, now shrunk and flaccid, were totally exposed. But what was even more interesting, or embarrassing, depending on the perspective, was that his two legs, spread apart, were tied with ropes to the ceiling leaving the gaping hole of his anus exposed to the world. 

Rudra was kneeling on the ground, right in front of Pandey-ji's exposed bottom. He had looped a thin copper wire around the base of Pandey-ji's scrotum and had tightened them just up to where his nuts had started to hurt. Next he pushed a stiff plastic rod, slowly but firmly, straight through his anus and into his rectum.

"Ah! Ouch!" exclaimed the old man as the probe pushed against his prostate gland.

"Boss, does it hurt?" Teesta was very concerned and protective.

"A little more, Pandey-ji, just a little more." Rudra pushed his rod in harder and farther and Pandey-ji groaned again as the probe reached his seminal vesicles.

"Please Rudra, go easy on him, please."

"I am done, Teesta-di," Rudra assured her, "You see the pre-cum leaking out," he pointed to a pearly drop of liquid at the tip of the flaccid penis,"that means we have reached the reservoir."

"Will it be painful?"

"The rest is easy, or let us say no more discomfort."

"What do you mean? What happens next?"

"Next it will be over to Ma, to get his prick erect and get it into her cunt."

"Boss has already penetrated me a number of times. I need him to ejaculate inside me." 

"You see these wires? They are connected to this gadget and when the reading shows that his balls are bloated with his seed, I will send a small electric shock that will make him shoot his cum inside her."

"Are you sure? Won't he be hurt?"

"That is what the website says? And that is the only option that is left."

"Ok, Rudra, but please be careful... he means so much to me."

"Don't worry, Teesta-di," Rudra smiled. "I had once pushed an electric wire into my mother's cunt as well."

Pandey-ji was now lying on the floor and the wires trailing out his balls and anus were connected to a small device sitting on the table. Rudra was scanning the digital readout and adjusting the the various switches while Teesta positioned herself on the other side, all ready to help if needed. Now it was up to Deepa to make the old man cum!

Knowing that most of the time she would have to be in the nude, Deepa hadn't bothered to put on anything other than a sleeveless slip that barely covered her bountiful breasts and stopped well short of her knees. This she pulled off, over her head and after gathering and throwing her head of dark, wavy hair over her bare shoulder, she got down on her knees and crawled right in between the old man's spread on the floor.

Teesta placed a small pillow behind Pandey-ji's head so that the dirty old man - as he had started to refer to himself ever since they had started planning for this - could have a clear view of that delicious piece of feminine flesh that Deepa was presenting him with! And what a sight it was, especially for Rudra! There was his mother, stark naked, on all fours on the ground, like a leopard playing with its prey - except that the "prey" was the prick-n-balls of a naked man that Deepa was licking with her tongue. Pandey-ji's penis was small and wrinkled but as Deepa played with it with her tongue, sucking it with her lips, it slowly hardened into thick, fat seven inch erection that would have made a stallion proud. 

Knowing that she would have to do this for quite some time, Deepa was taking it slow, swallowing the erection right up to its base until her nose was on his pubis and then withdrawing it all the way till its circumcised, helmet-head was just between her teeth! She was also fondling his wire-wrapped balls and this is what worried Rudra - what if they came off? Taking time off from his switches and dials, he crept up behind his naked mother and looked through the gap between her thighs. Framed by the swollen lips of her cunt - that was clearly visible between her legs - he could see Pandey-ji's balls, now grown big and hard and cutting into them was the coil of copper wire that would hopefully coax the sperm out of them.

Rudra hurried back to his gadget as Deepa was pushing herself more and more over Pandey-ji's body. Then she buried her face on his chest and reaching down, between her legs, she grabbed hold of the big erection and pressed it against her own cunt. She had not applied any lubrication and so it took a little effort on her part, placing the prick against her lips and wriggling her hips a little, before with a cry of pleasure she felt its thick solidity finally entering into her body.

Deepa raised herself on her hands and pressed down with her hips, loving the pressure of Pandey-ji's big cock as it pushed hard into her innards. She threw back her head, pushed the mane of her hair over her back and swayed her tits in front of the old man, hoping and praying for an ejaculation. Pandey-ji reached out to the melons bouncing in front of his face and Deepa whimpered with pleasure as she felt his hands squeezing her nipples. She arched her back and once again pressed her butt into his crotch and rotated her hips so that the hardness would reach into each and every corner of her cunt. Then, after transferring her weight to her arms, she started to move her hips up and down and this way and that in a classic woman-on-top, CowGirl position! Pandey-ji gave a scream of pleasure as he felt his cock sliding in and out Deepa's cunt and Rudra saw a jump in the dial as the instrument detected a small rise of pressure inside his testicles! 

"I am going to give a little shock," but none other than Teesta heard him. Instead Pandey-ji gave a low groan as he felt a sudden stirring in his loins! Perhaps this was it, perhaps this would work. Deepa too felt a sudden tenseness in the old man's body and redoubled her efforts at extracting his elixir! 

At the back her mind, Teesta was still a bit concerned about the power outage but the strangely erotic sight in front of her was starting to send shivers through her as well. Unlike Rudra, who was hunched over the dials and switches, Teesta watched as Deepa's naked body rocked and swayed on Pandey-ji's crotch. Every now and then, Pandey-ji would feel a sudden pressure building up in his balls and would groan with pleasure. Rudra's dial would pick up the change and he would send a tiny electrical shock scorching through his genitals and Pandey-ji would give a roar of anticipation as he felt an eruption about to boil out of his balls. Deepa too would sense the impending flood and start jerking harder and faster on the cock on which she was impaled, shaking her head, bouncing her boobs and screaming encouragement, trying to hasten the impending flood but then again... the tide would ebb and the dials would sink back to where they were.

It must have been an hour of exertion for the two when once again the old man's balls flattered to deceive! It almost seemed as if he would finally ejaculate but then again at the last minute, the tide was dammed and as it ebbed away, Deepa collapsed on Pandey-ji's chest unable to carry on with the hammering of his crotch! Pandey-ji too was clearly gasping for breath. Rudra rushed over to his mother and gently pulled her naked body, glistening with sweat, upright. Then he took a handkerchief and gently dabbed her face. Teesta too was tending to Pandey-ji but she had had the presence of mind to get two cans of Red Bull energy drink! She handed one to Deepa and gently poured the contents of the other into Pandey-ji's mouth.

"I am sure no one has had a prick in her cunt while having an energy drink like this," joked Deepa.

"I am sure Red Bull would give an arm for a picture like this for their Formula 1 cars."

"Just a minute," interrupted Rudra, and pulled out his cellphone. "Let me take a picture of this."

"Great." Teesta smiled and struck a pose behind the naked Deepa sitting on Pandey-ji's naked body, with a can of Red Bull in her hands."

"But you know what?" asked Deepa, "I am almost sure that Pandey-ji was about to blow into me this time."

"So was I," agreed Pandey-ji. "We just need one more push."

"If you agree," asked Rudra, "make I take just a little risk?"

"Like what?"

"Even my dials told me that we were almost there and I was wondering if I could just increase the voltage of the pulse just a little bit more than what is recommended."

"Just do it, kid," rumbled Pandey-ji, before Teesta could show any more concern.

"Ok, but only for a fraction of a minute, I do not want an accident." Teesta was determined.

"OK, Ma, be the cow-girl and get ready to ride your stallion again." Rudra slapped his mother's naked buttock and then all of a sudden grabbed her face and kissed her. "Get pregnant!" he almost ordered her!

Surprisingly, Pandey-ji's erection had never softened and Deepa had remained impaled on it throughout the brief interval and so she started bouncing on it once again, first slowly and gently and then faster and faster. Screams and groans followed. But this time, Deepa realised, things were certainly different. There was a new tenseness in Pandey-ji's body and her womanly senses were screaming at her that something was about to happen. Just as things reached a crescendo, Rudra flipped the switches by two extra notches and then it happened...

Actually many things happened, but if anyone had watched the scene that unfolded in slow motion, then this is what they would have seen 

First, Pandey-ji gave a yell of pleasure as he felt a volcano of lava finally rumbling out of his balls and gushing out through his penis. Deepa gave an even louder scream of pleasure as she felt powerful spasms rippling through the erect penis that was buried inside her cunt. This was followed by an immensely powerful spray of hot, creamy cum that splattered her innards and sent a flood of semen rushing right into her womb. But the shock had much more in store! For all of sudden, Pandey-ji felt a jolt of power that exploded out of his arse and shot up his spine. This made him suddenly sit up and as he did so, Deepa who was still stuck on his prick went tumbling back and crashed on her back on the the mattress. 

Which was very fortunate for her because it saved her life! 

For at that very moment, there was a crash at the door and three armed men dashed into the room. Teesta, the ever faithful and ever alert bodyguard, immediately sprang into action and Rudra, sitting hunched over his gadget, watched amazed as her two guns blazed from each hand. Each gun took down one thug each with deadly accuracy but unfortunately, the third thug raked the room with his automatic rifle. Deepa on her back on the floor was safe but Pandey-ji who was sitting bolt upright caught a couple of bullets on his naked chest - and would have died immediately. Teesta rushed forward, guns blazing and took down the third but by then she too had taken a direct hit on her neck! 

Rudra was stunned by the sudden turn of events and rushed forward to Teesta, who was wildly gesticulating towards the wall.

"Press that red-switch." She croaked, blood gurgling out of a severed artery on her neck. Rudra obeyed her immediately and this is what probably saved him and his mother, as unseen to them all, every door in the building was shut, locked and sealed immediately, preventing all movement of both friend and foe.

Next, Rudra rushed over to where the copulating couple, Pandey-ji and his mother Deepa, were still lying entangled on the floor. A single glance told him that Pandey-ji was dead and he pulled him away from his mother Deepa who had been stuck beneath him. Pandey-ji's penis was still inside Deepa's vagina and as Rudra pulled it out, the last few drops of his precious cum dripped out and fell on Deepa's cunt lips.

Rudra pulled his mother, naked and splattered with the dead Pandey-ji's blood and cum off the floor and the two rushed across to the dying Teesta. 

"Teesta-di, are you OK?" Rudra pleaded with her.

"No hope for me," Teesta could barely speak. "Is Pandey-ji...?" she could not finish.

"I think he is dead," Deepa's voice was barely audible.

"I could not save him." Tears were flowing out of Teesta's eyes, "but you must save his child."

"I will, Teesta, I promise." Deepa too was crying.

"The bookcase," Deepa nodded. A few days ago, Teesta had shown how it could be pushed aside to lead into an elevator that would take them into the abandoned tunnels of the Calcutta Metro Rail. She had also told them that one of the tunnels of the unfinished East-West Metro line could take them under the river and into a safe house on the other side.

"Before leaving..." Teesta life was ebbing out with each gasp of breath, "Black backpack on bottom shelf .." was the last thing that the loyal and beautiful shemale ever said in this world.

"She is dead," whispered Deepa. She pressed her face close to Teesta's dead lips and kissed her goodbye

"Ma, time for us to leave." 

Somebody was hammering at the door! With no time to lose, Deepa and Rudra ran to the bookcase in Pandey-ji's office and pushed it aside to reveal the secret escape route.

"Wait, where is the backpack?" Rudra remembered Teesta's last words.

"There, on the bottom drawer." Deepa pulled it out and opened the zip. Inside it were two small handguns, a bunch of keys, a torch, cellphones, SIM cards, a small metallic casket, a notebook, stacks of cash, ID cards with Pandey-ji and Teesta's pictures. Clearly the two of them had planned for an emergency but unfortunately they would never be able to use it. 

It had not been more than a couple of minutes since Pandey-ji's last ejaculation - and the mayhem that followed it - but it had seemed like hours! In the pin drop silence, they had started to hear distant sounds. Obviously, someone somewhere would be reaching this room soon and there was no telling whether they were friend or foe. 

Deepa and Rudra entered the secret passage and pulled the bookcase behind them. It was pitch dark until Deepa switched on the torch and they saw that right in front of them was an rickety lift with only two switches T and B - possibly top and bottom. Rudra slung the backpack on his back and stepped into the lift. Deepa joined him and switched off the torch as her son pressed the B switch.

As the lift sank slowly sank into the safety of the darkness below, Deepa threw her hands around her son's neck and clasped him to her chest - and realised that in her flight, she was once again, stark naked!

... 

The rickety escape lift at Tata Centre deposited them in the heart of darkness deep inside the ground. Not knowing who or what awaited them, Deepa and Rudra were scared to switch on the torch but a quick flash of light told them they were in a tunnel. This they decided to follow, almost blindly, except for an occasional flash until they reached a four-way junction and forced to stop.

"Which way?" whispered Deepa.

"I don't know!"

"Let us get behind that door," pointed towards the wall, "and think."

It was a tiny room, dusty, dirty and totally bare but it had a door and once they were inside, they felt safe enough to light the torch without the fear of being located. Not that there had been any sign of pursuit but still they had been feeling vulnerable in the cavernous tunnels, especially because the light of their torch would have been visible from anywhere. With their panic and anxiety ebbing somewhat, mother and son could take stock of their situation and their surroundings.

Deepa's situation was perhaps the worst. Not only was she stark naked but her entire body was streaked with blood. Plus there was some of Pandey-ji's copious cum that had leaked out of her cunt and dribbled down her thighs. Rudra felt sorry about his mother and gave her his kurta-shirt. He was also about to pull off his pants.

"Don't," she stopped him. "Your pants are too long and tight for me. This kurta is long enough to cover my vitals." She smiled and slipped on the kurta that barely covered her butt.

"As if there is anyone to see you here. But what next?"

"It would be impossible for us to find our way through these tunnels without some kind of a map."

"I am sure that there would be one in the box. If they had planned so much, Teesta would not have missed a map."

They opened the box and carefully looked through the contents and indeed there was a map! They followed the map and after hours of trudging barefoot through dark tunnels - that must have passed under the river, given that the walls in these areas were dripping wet - they emerged through a trapdoor inside an abandoned house on the Howrah side of the river.

They stayed hidden in the house that night but Rudra sneaked out early in the morning to get a feel of what was happening the city and also to get some food, and more importantly, a set of clothes for Deepa that he had simply stolen from a neighboring house! Not that she had a problem wandering around in the nude inside the deserted house but they had no intention of staying there any longer. It was too close to the front lines and the enemy could come in through the same trap-door. Once they realised that the new set of thugs who had taken over the city had no intention of pursuing them - perhaps they were not even aware of them since the three intruders had been killed by Teesta anyway - they made plans. 

Deepa had recently been to Barakar and wanted to go back there.

"Why Ma? What is there in Barakar?"

"I think Pandey-ji has a place there that no one else is aware of."

"How do you know?"

"Teesta was talking about it. It is well a stocked, safe-house, far better than this ramshackle building where we are currently holed up."

"How would we find it? What if there is someone else there? Will they let us in?"

"No one other than Pandey-ji and Teesta are aware of it. So there is little chance of it being occupied. But yes, locating it will be a challenge."

"You have any clues?"

"Teesta had told me that it was on the Maithon lake, a beautiful resort type place but very well hidden and very safe and secure."

"Maithon lake is huge. How will we find the place."

"Well we cannot find it by sitting in Howrah but if we reach Barakar, we can start looking."

"True. No point sitting here. Let us go. But how do we go?"

They had discovered a ramshackle motorbike in the building and in it they made their way to Sheoraphuli which was a transit point for pilgrims to Tarakeshwar and hence perpetually crowded. Here they had shopped around for a change of clothes and some packets of biscuit with which they had planned to carry on for the rest of the journey. From Sheoraphuli they had taken a train on the main line to Burdwan and then a second one towards Barakar. 





O O Calcutta Ch. 04



The erstwhile "local train" network had almost crumbled and there was hardly any timetable for the trains to run on. Plus there were thugs everywhere! In fact, at Burdwan when they were waiting on the platform for the train to Asansol, they were accosted by a party of drunk revellers one of whom took a sudden fancy for Deepa. In fact at some point the teasing and heckling got so bad that Rudra was forced to whip out one of the handguns that they found in Pandey-ji's briefcase and fire a shot in the air! That had scared away the revellers but now people around them would know that they were not two poor, helpless people that they were pretending to be and that was not nice! Fortunately, it was already getting dark and the train that they were waiting for pulled into the station so that they could lose themselves once again in the chaotic crowd. The train from Burdwan brought them to Asansol and from there they had hitched a ride on a coal smuggler's lorry that was going to Barakar.

Initially they had planned to put up in the hotel where Deepa had picked up the device but at the last moment, they decided against it as they did not want to run into anyone who might have heard about them. So they had located another decrepit hotel in the neighbourhood and it was well past midnight when mother and son finally managed to crawl into a dingy room and crash for the night.

It was early January but it was not as cold as it used to be. Along with the political situation in India, the weather too had turned distinctly warm and the tiny room with its only window closed was quite warm. Dawn might have been knocking at the window but it was a sense of suffocation in that tiny room that woke up Deepa! For a moment she did not know where she was and it took her a minute to realise that she and her son were crushed together in a narrow bed. It was still dark outside but in the faint light of an adjacent building that was coming in through the glass panes of the window, she remembered that she was in a tiny room of the dingy hotel in Barakar. 

After the long and difficult journey from Howrah to Barakar, she had been far too tired to change and had crashed just as she had been, wrapped in a traditional Bengali sari, petticoat and blouse but Rudra, on whose arm she had been resting her head, had stripped down to his underwear. He was still asleep, but he had pressed his body against her own, his legs thrown over her thighs and he was sporting a massive erection that was pressing into her butt! She lay still for a moment, thinking what to do next, while absentmindedly, though unashamedly feeling, and loving, her son's erection through his tight briefs. Then, and perhaps as an act of kindness for her son's trapped hard-on, she pushed down his briefs and freed his rock hard penis from its constraints! Rudra woke up as he felt his mother fondling his balls and the first thing he did was pull her face into his own and kissed her lightly on her lips!!

"Was my kiddo about to have a wet dream?" she murmurred.

"Actually my bladder is bursting for a pee but I am too lazy to go out."

"What time is it?"

"Still dark, but who cares."

"Should I open the window? I am feeling suffocated." Rudra got out of bed and reached for the bolts that secured it.

"Do it quietly," whispered Deepa, "I don't want to draw anybody's attention to us here in the middle of the night."

"Then let's wait for daybreak."

"I feel like having a bath to get rid of yesterday's dirt and grime."

"But I want to pee first."

It was a real tiny bathroom with just the space for an "Indian-style" squat commode and a shower that was broken anyway. Beneath it, however, was a tap with a bucket that Deepa started to fill with water while Rudra started to pee in the pot. Deepa had taken off her soiled and crumpled travel clothes and both of them were buck naked and all of a sudden Deepa felt an urge to be naughty! She pressed herself into his back, threw her arms around his waist and started playing with this erect, and still-peeing prick, turning it this way and that like a firehose! 

"Ei Ma," exclaimed Rudra, "what are you doing? the pee is splashing on the floor."

"Oh don't bother, it will all get washed away when we have a bath."

"Then you must pee with me as well." Rudra turned around to face his mother and started scratching her crotch while still peeing on her ankles!

"Oooh! why not." Deepa threw her arms around her son's neck, spread her legs and let loose and for the next minute mother and son kissed each other while peeing on each others thighs!

By then, the bucket had filled up with water and the two of them bathed together, pouring water on each other's head and soaping their naked bodies in gay abandon. 

Right from the traumatic exit from Tata Centre, it had been a tiresome and terrifying journey for the two of them but somehow for the first time today, in that cramped, cold bathroom of a dingy Barakar hotel, the water that mother and son had poured on each other had not only washed away the sweat, dust and tiredness of their physical discomfort but had also drained away the stress and tension of their panicked flight! A sense of placid calmness descended on their soul and even though their naked bodies were entwined with each other's there was no sense of sexual urgency! Just as the stars of a constellation roll through the night sky in each others arms, mother and son, emerged from the bathroom and walked hand in hand to the window that looked out over the a piece of wasteland behind the hotel.

The horizon had just about cracked with the first light of dawn and a cool breeze was blowing in through the window. But for a few scattered streetlights that were glowing faintly, the city was sleeping in silence. Deepa was standing at the window looking out over the the darkened city. Her hair was hanging loose over her shoulder and water was still dripping from it over her bare back. Standing behind her was her naked son, his penis now relaxed and flaccid, nestling comfortably against the curve of her generous buttocks. His hands were wrapped around her, his lips gently tickling her neck, her ears, while his hands fondled the soft swell of her breasts, playing with her tits. After thirty six hours of panic flight - though it seemed that they had been on the run for days - it seemed at last that the worst was at last behind them. For now at least.

"What do we do now, Ma? Where do we go next?"

"You see that white building out there, across that field" Deepa pointed through the window. "That is the Celebration Hotel where I had come to pick up the packet."

"Should we go back there?"

"That is the only place that we know of, where we could find some information about Pandey-ji's hideout on the Panchet."

"Is it safe to go there? We can't just walk into that hotel and start searching that room. The manager would not even let us go inside."

"It was once a very posh hotel, but now it not more than a guest house. That too a little seedy one."

"What is the difference?"

"The rooms are rented out on a long-term basis, perhaps monthly, perhaps quarterly, and the tenant can walk in and walk out as and when they want. That is what I did."

"You mean you had the keys to the room and you just walked in and stayed there?"

"Yes."

"How did you know which room to go to? And who gave you the key?"

"It was Room 9, on the second floor, and the instructions and the key were delivered to me in a sealed packet before I started out."

"No one asked you any questions when you reached there?"

"There was a guard at the door who asked me which room I was going to, but that was only the first time. Subsequently, I went out and returned after dinner and no one asked me anything."

"Anybody else in the place?"

"I suppose there were people and families living in the other rooms, some were cooking on stoves, some were watching TV but other than a cursory glance, nobody was interested in anybody place."

"So if only we had the key to the place, then we could go there and look for some more information."

"If you remember, there were a bunch of keys in the backpack that we brought..." and even before Deepa had finished her sentence, Rudra had rushed to where it was lying and after opening it started rummaging for the key.

"Is this it?" He held up a big, 8-lever Navtal key.

"Yes, kiddo. That is it." Deepa was all smiles. "Which means that Teesta and Pandey-ji had planned to go via this route as well."

"So when do we go down to the guest house?"

"It is still too dark."

But not for long. Soon enough, in the pale light of the early dawn, they could see that life was stirring through the Celebration Hotel. Deepa's face was glowing radiantly in the first rays of the rising son and she felt her son's hot breath on her shoulder, then his hands were on her breasts caressing her nipples. She also felt his hands in her pubic bush, slowly tickling her cunt and then the sudden hardness of his penis as they pushed into the crack of her butt. But even as her son's touch was sending a shiver through her naked body, her eyes were scanning the Celebration, trying to spot the room where, she was almost sure, the key to their salvation would be found.

It was time to go... and mount an early morning raid at the Celebration Hotel.



O O Calcutta Ch. 05



A wall of cactus. That is what stood between Rudra, Deepa and the promised land! Dusk was fast approaching and it had been a really long day since they had mounted their early morning raid at the Celebration Hotel. 

..................................................

But the raid had, at least initially, yielded pretty little. As planned, Deepa and Rudra had confidently entered the slightly sleazy lobby of the hotel and after smiling patronizingly at the bleary eyed night watchman had walked up to room 9 on the second floor. Internally, they had been all a flutter -- what if their key did not open the lock? -- and they had heaved a sigh of relief when the key turned with a smart click. But their joy was short lived. Other than an unopened bottle of Talisker Single Malt and a few bills, receipts and a small, partially torn, dog-eared copy of a tourist guide map of the Panchet-Maithon region, there was absolutely nothing else of any interest in the room. 

Since they had checked out of the previous hotel, Rudra had wanted to stay in the current one and work out a plan but Deepa was very nervous. Perhaps Pandey-ji's people, or worse, his enemies were aware of this place? So they had quickly left the hotel and found a decrepit roadside eatery, or dhaba, where they decided to have breakfast. The dhaba-owner was still in the process of lighting the fire so mother and son had some time on their hands.

"Ma, this map means that Pandey-ji has a safe house somewhere in the vicinity."

"But where? How can we go around looking for it?"

"I wish there was someone whom we could ask or check with."

"But you would never know whom to trust."

"Let me look through the note book that we found in the bag that we escaped with. I remember that it had some telephone numbers."

Rudra rummaged through the backpack and pulled out a smart, leather covered notebook that was wrapped in a cellophane sheet -- obviously, to protect it from water or moisture. It contained a set of coded names and numbers that mother and son tried to decode.

"PaCha, MaMi, MuRo .." whispered Deepa, "these look like abbreviations of first and last names."

"Followed by phone numbers."

"SBI, HKB, PNB ... these are names of banks followed by account numbers."

"Or are they internet banking ids and passwords?"

"Hmm .. should we try calling the numbers?"

"And say what? No one knows about us or that is what we think, and it is better to leave it that way."

"Look at this one, LaLo and this one has two phone numbers 2368-5504, 86730-50800."

"One looks like a Calcutta landline number ... but those have stopped working ages ago. Why would he still carry it?"

"Ma, I am getting an idea .. what could LaLo mean? think .." there was a sudden urgency in Rudra's voice.

"No idea, kid."

"Look at this map," and he pulled the tattered Panchet-Maithon map out, "do you notice anything special."

"No. Just a very small scale map. Shows only very big features."

"Can you see the latitude and longitude lines ..."

"Very broad ones at 10 degree gaps, 20, 30, 40 degrees of latitude."

"And a latitude of 23 would lie somewhere here ..." Rudra pointed to a square.

"Wait!" Deepa whispered, "Are you saying that LaLo means Latitude and Longitude? and not the name of any person?"

"See the Longitude, 86, which should be between 80 and 90 East and that is a square that contains Panchet Lake!"

"Kiddo, you are indeed a genius. This must be the latitude and longitude of an important location in this area."

"Wonder who thought this up? Pandey-ji? or Teesta?"

"Whoever, but we have a challenge, the scale on the map is too small. The lat-long goes to fourth place of decimal. Where can we get a map that detailed?"

"I have an idea," smiled Rudra. "If only we could access wikimapia and type in the lat, long in the URL, we should be able see the exact location."

Which is what they had done next. 

After a hurried breakfast of alu-paratha, they had taken gone to the bus stand near the railway station and had located a cyber-cafe where for an hourly fee they could access the internet. 

"Private cubicles?" the owner had asked them with a straight face.

"What is the difference?" Rudra had asked in all innocence.

"Well, couples like it, you know." A smirk had cracked through his poker face. "Private rooms, love seat, we can also serve liquor inside. Only 300 bucks per hour, plus the drinks of course."

"No we are OK with these ..." Deepa pointed to the desktops located in a row of semi-private booths in the hall. 

"No problem, 30 bucks an hour here," and pointed them to a machine in the corner.

The owner had warned them that the connection would be slow and the reality was worse. But the five minute wait for the map to load and then zoom to the highest scale was worth it!

"Wow! what a place Ma!" whispered Rudra as the cross hair positioned itself on a tiny peninsula on the south bank of the Panchet Lake, about a kilometer across from the Panchet Dam.

"There is a lagoon there." Deepa pointed to an inlet of water at the tip of the secluded peninsula.

"But how do we go there?"

"We need this map, kid. Can you get a picture of the screen on your phone?"

"I will take a screenshot and transfer the image to the phone, that will be better."

"Good. Get some maps of the whole area as well ... so that we know how to go."

The cafe owner was used to requests for downloading images-- usually lurid porn-- to cellphones and, for a small charge, he loaned them a cable that Rudra used to transfer a couple of map screen shots to his mobile.

"Well, this place is between the two arms of the Panchet Lake and the nearest big landmark is this Raghunathpur Thermal Power Plant, 5 km to the west."

"We will see that later, but first delete the maps from their machine," cautioned Deepa. "I don't want anyone to know where we are headed."

"And I am deleting the cache and the browsing history, as well. No one should know what we were searching for."

"Now fire up some genuine porn on the browser and let us think of what can we do next."

Mother and son were wedged tightly in one of those internet-browsing "booths" and it was as if they were a couple watching porn together on the web. Which would have been odd at 11 o'clock in the morning but it was not so because there were quite a few others who were engaged in similar activity. Actually, the cyber-cafes of old had degenerated into cyber-bars and now pick-up joints and there was one particular middle aged person who was pacing up and down with a drink in his hand and actually ogling openly at Deepa.

"Ma, there is a guy who is staring at us," whispered Rudra. "Should we leave this place."

"I know, but I have another idea ..."

"What?"

"Do you see that motor-bike key lying next to the computer that he is using."

"Hmm." Rudra nodded in agreement, "and the screen on his computer has an animated gif that is screaming Sex!"

"If I distract him long enough, can you get the key and locate his bike? We need a transport out of this place."

"Sure why not? But how will you get him away."

"Just wait and see. These sex crazy men are such suckers in front of wily women."

"Ok, tell me what to do."

"When I am gone, you pick up the keys, pay off the our dues, locate his bike and wait outside."

Deepa got up, as if to stretch her legs, and caught the eye of the man who was ogling at her.

"Hello," she smiled, "I am new here and I was wondering if we could have a chat."

Deepa had wrapped herself in a shawl against the early morning chill and she took it off to reveal that she was wearing a faded pair of jeans and a short, tight T-shirt that was clinging to her tits. The sight was enough for the man to almost choke on his drink!

"Why not," he gasped after recovering his breath. "Want to have a drink?"

"Not here, this is too open."

"Let us go inside."

Unfortunately, the guy picked up the bike eyes, shoved them into his pocket! 

But it was too late to change plans. The two of them went through a door and found themselves in a little private room with a large, wall mounted LCD TV and a big sofa. The owner followed them into the room, loaded a CD in the DVD player and switched on the TV that started showing an explicit porn movie. But as soon as he left, the man grabbed her by her shoulders and started squeezing her tits! 

"Big boy is in a hurry I see," Deepa indulged him. "Perhaps I can help him a little." She dropped down on her knees and unbuttoned his trousers.

"How much do you charge for this?" The guy muttered.

"Nothing much, just give me a thousand bucks for a quick shot." She smiled. "That is a small price for big fun." The trouser dropped to the floor, the keys clinking in a pocket, followed by the shorts and Deepa, on her knees, was staring at a flaccid cock and a shrivelled pair of balls that she started stroking lovingly.

The guy gave a squeak of pleasure, then he suddenly grabbed her head and pushed her mouth against his little penis. 

"Relax, stud, not so fast," Deepa removed her face from the smelly crotch. "Let me get your stick big and hard first." She pulled down his trouser and shorts, pulled them out from beneath his legs, pushed him on his back on the sofa and started stroking his prick again.

The guy was in his seventh heaven! On the screen, a big blonde naked whore was sucking and huge black cock and here in Barakar, this whore was stroking his cock. oooh what fun! He started gurgling with pleasure.

"Would you be more comfortable without your shirt?" Deepa suggested, "and I love to the hard, hot bods of my studs." 

"OK," agreed the guy impressed by the subtle flattery, "and now you get naked and let me see your tits."

"What is the hurry, boss. I am not running away. Let me first get you going." Deepa spat out mouthful of spittle on her palm and started stroking the guy's prick that was becoming harder and longer. "Now that is a massive cock, boss."

The guy closed his eyes and started screaming abuses that, thankfully, were drowned out by the screams and shouts on the screen. 

"Go boss, go ..." Deepa encouraged him and increased her tempo and before he knew it, he had shot a teaspoon of cum into her palms!

"That was a good start boss." Deepa cheered him. "Let me get a little drink for you and then we can have a real prick-in-my-cunt fuck."

"Ok." The guy gasped with pleasure. "Get me a drink. A Royal Stag whisky, make it large."

"Sure. But I will take some time to fix myself a fancy cocktail ... please be patient."

Deepa collected herself, adjusted her clothes and leaving the stark naked man rolling languidly on the couch and watching porn, walked out of the room and through the hall. The owner of the cyber cafe, who was sitting next to the door, was surprised. 

"Done? So quick?" 

"I have forgotten my pack of condoms," Deepa whispered with a smile. "Where can I get them? Quickly,"

"Down the road, there is a medicine shop."

Deepa wanted to run out but she forced herself to walk quietly but briskly and the moment she stepped out, she saw Rudra standing next to the bike.

"Ma, this is his bike but he took the key with him."

"Don't worry, I have got this pants with me!" Deepa grinned, and pulled out a bundle of clothes from beneath her shawl. Rudra felt through the trouser pocket, found the key, put it in the bike and started it with a kick. Deepa climbed in behind him, made sure that they were not leaving anything behind and whispered, "Let's go, kid, on to Raghunathpur."

Two hours later, after passing through Raghunathpur, and after hiding the bike in a bush behind an abandoned house, mother and son had started their trek towards Pandey-ji's safe house in Panchet. The terrain was empty and rugged but they avoided the main road because it was empty and the two of them would stand out as herons amidst a murder ( or 'flock') of crows!

The land between the two arms of the Panchet Lake, or reservoir, was covered with a thick forest of tall deciduous trees. Deepa and Rudra had a tough time pushing their way through the dense undergrowth as the jungle kept getting denser and denser. They had not switched on their cellphones, and anyway there would have been no signal anyway, but the map images that they had stored had helped them find their way across the desolate terrain. They sensed that they were close to the peninsula but suddenly they ran into a new problem.

A wall of cactus. That is what stood between Rudra, Deepa and the promised land! Dusk was fast approaching ...

Someone had clearly created an obstruction! Pushing through a stand of trees and undergrowth is still feasible but when the undergrowth is replaced with big, hard cactus plants then the barrier is impassable.

"Ma, we cannot go through this."

"But we must, kiddo. This is a wall that Pandey-ji would have deliberately built to keep people out of his private haven."

"There must be a gate or some kind of a secret path through this abomination."

"Let us see if we can go around it. Instead of going straight, let us move right, parallel to the cactus wall."

"That will lead us to the water, the lake."

Which is what it did. Mother and son soon reached the shore of the vast Panchet lake and in the far distance, nearly three or four kilometres away, they could see the few feeble lights of Panchet Dam glowing in the early dusk. Unfortunately the "wall of cactus", as they had named their obstacle, extended right up to the edge of the water!

"I think there is only one option left," said Deepa. "Let us get into the water and swim around and see if we can reach a point on the shore, behind this wall where there is no cactus."

"But all of our stuff will get wet."

"Why? we can pack everything into the plastic bags that we have. The most important stuff will go into the backpack and for the rest we will do the best that we can."

Deepa and Rudra stripped naked and after packing their stuff as best as they could, waded into the waters of the Panchet Lake. Initially the water felt cold but once the shock had worn off, they found that it was quite comfortable. Actually it should have been quite cold at this time of the year but thanks to global warming and climate change, the weather was actually very pleasant -- it was almost like late spring or early summer. Fortunately, the bottom of the lake was sandy and firm and even though the two of them were up to their necks in the water, it was not too difficult for them to wade along the edge while holding their belongings up over their heads. Soon enough they realised that the forest had become lighter and they were now behind the cactus wall.

"Let's get back on the ground, Ma."

"Be very careful now, there can be guards around here and they may not like us to walk in like this."

So quietly but quickly they got back on land and then, there it was! A two-storied house well hidden in the trees and located at the edge of what must have been the lagoon that they had seen in Wikimapia [ 23.685504, 86.73050800 ]. Rudra was about to rush in but Deepa held him back. Hidden in the trees, they observed the house for any signs of any other person. After ten minutes, Deepa was satisfied that there was no one around and it was safe to go in. 

The house was locked but as they had expected, one of the keys from the bunch that they had been carrying from Calcutta opened the door and they were in!

"Oh! Ma, this is a fantastic place," exulted Rudra and Deepa had to agree. Located at the edge of the lagoon and yet hidden from view by the huge trees that surrounded it, the two storied house had been planned as a perfect hideaway. It was well stocked with bottled water, canned food and kerosene for the lamps and cooking, even though the house had electricity from a cable that must have run across the bottom of the lake. Then there was a small armoury, stocked with enough arms and ammunition for a small army and most important a small vault full of cash and gold coins! On the ground floor, adjacent to the water's edge, was a boathouse and on the floor above was the living area -- bedroom, kitchen-and-dining, study -- and the best part of it all, a large veranda or terrace with a splendid view of the lagoon and beyond it the Panchet Lake itself.

It took Deepa and Rudra more than an hour to look and through and discover the wonders of their new "kingdom" -- as Rudra described it -- but finally they were done. Tired after a long, long day but finally feeling happy and relaxed, Deepa was standing on the deck, looking across the vast expanse of the Panchet Lake glistening silver in the light of the gibbous moon. The sun had set and the sky was ablaze with a million stars -- they had never seen so many stars in the city sky. The forest around them was pitch dark but then again it had come alive to the chirping of crickets and the winking of fireflies. 

"Ma, see what I have brought for you." whispered Rudra and placed two big glasses on the wide parapet that ran along the edge of the terrace overlooking the lake.

"What is it?"

"The Talisker that we had picked up from the Celebration Hotel."

"Oh wow! that is wonderful."

"And I think that we deserve it, after all that we have been through."

"Absolutely, let us raise a toast ... Cheers"

"Cheers -- to the Panchet Lake and this little hideaway of ours." But as they clinked glasses and took a swig, mother and son suddenly and simultaneously realised that both of them were stark naked! After the walk through the water and the excitement of finding and exploring their kingdom neither had remembered or bothered about putting on their clothes.

Rudra stared at his mother standing stark naked on the verandah, bathed in the silvery light of the moon. Her face, smiling as ever, was framed by her long hair that fell over her chest but not quite hiding the proud swell of her breasts tipped by large nipples each lying in their own dark areola. There was a little breeze that was coming off the lake but that was not why Rudra felt a little shiver go up his spine as he realised that his penis was growing harder!

Deepa too was suddenly all too aware of the total nudity of the big male hunk in front of her and she too felt a sudden hardening at her own nipples as they suddenly decided to assert their existence. No words were spoken, none were needed. Much as he tried to, Rudra found his eyes locked on his mother's tits as they stiffened under his gaze and in turn, his mother Deepa too was locked on her son's penis that had grown big, thick and erect and was pointing directly at her cunt!

As is always the case, it is the woman who waits and the man who rushes forward! Rudra took a big gulp of the single malt, put it on the parapet and grabbed his mother's tits. Deepa too could not hold herself back any longer. She too took a gulp and threw her arms around her naked son and pushed her crotch into her son's giant erection. The die was cast, the spell was broken and mother and son were immediately all over each other, running hands over each others body, kissing deeply, thrusting their tongues through each other lips and in general acting as madly as any animal in extreme heat -- which is exactly mother and son had found themselves in!

The next few minutes were a blur of sexual frenzy. Mother and son were on the floor with either the mother on top or the son on top as the couple squeezed, pressed, teased, licked and sucked on each other as if the end of the world was at hand. Slowly and inevitably, the frenzy abated and Deepa found herself on her son, his big, hard penis pressed into her mouth as she sucked on it like a child with an icecream. Meanwhile, her crotch was pressed into her son's face and she loved the way he licked her cunt and tickled her clit with his tongue.

"Kiddo, I don't know how I got carried away like a teenager." Deepa grinned shyly as she sat up on the floor.




O O Calcutta Ch. 05



"Oh Ma, you were so damn sexy in the moonlight that I could not keep my hands off you either."

"Rather stupid of us to apologize to each other isn't it?"

"But I simply cannot wait to jump on you again."

"This floor is too hard. Why can we make a nice bed, here beneath the stars."

"But first some food. I am hungry."

Deepa quickly put together a quick but hearty meal consisting of thick, sweet almond cookies followed by a plate of baked beans while Rudra dragged out some blankets and pillows and laid them out on the terrace to make a very comfortable bed.

Once again, mother and son lost themselves in each other and in the moonlight, under the stars and with the chirping of the crickets ringing in their ears, they made soft, sensuous and tender love to each other. The frantic, animal urgency of their earlier session had given way to a leisurely penetration. Deepa was on her back while her son climbed on top of her in the classic missionary position and slowly and softly pressed his rock hard penis into her waiting cunt. She gave sigh of pleasure as she felt her son's penis poking, prodding and finally penetrating into her and then she felt its length as it pushed through her body and hit her innards. His hands was on her breasts, squeezing and twisting her nipples. His lips were on hers, his tongue pushed into her mouth and then their bodies started to move with each other. Her son's erection was sliding in and out of her cunt and the continuous friction was sending out pulses of pleasure through their bodies.

Deepa was the first to cry out with pleasure and Rudra answered with a grunt of determination as he thumped his erection into his mother. Then their cries got louder as Rudra started hammering into his mother with greater and greater vigour until once again mother and son were locked in the throes of massive passion that only ended when, with a scream, Rudra ejaculated and poured, what seemed like a gallon of cum into his mother's waiting cunt. 

For a minute, all was quiet and then suddenly there was a scratching noise ... as if someone was walking along the dry grass and leaves! Mother and son jumped up and peeped over the parapet and saw that they had indeed had a visitor ... a pair of giant snakes that leisurely passed in front of the house and disappeared into the forest.

"Ma, we need to be careful."

"Don't worry, kid. Those snakes will not harm us. They bring good news."

Which was indeed the case because next morning itself, Rudra found his mother retching in the bathroom.

"What happened Ma?"

"This is called morning sickness, kid and it tells us that your mother is pregnant again!"

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It was an hour after sunset, what painters and photographers refer to as the l'Heure Blue, the Blue Hour. There was still a little bit of light left in the sky but it was far too less for anyone to have noticed a low skiff that was gliding silently across the Panchet Reservoir. 

While there had been no sign of any hostile pursuit ever since they had arrived at Panchet, both Rudra and Deepa had agreed that it was best to keep as low as profile as possible. They had resolutely kept to themselves in their hideout, but Deepa's pregnancy had necessitated trips to the maternity home at Panchet. However the battery powered boat, that they had found in the boathouse, was a real blessing as it allowed them to cross the lake in silence and land in the a little hidden cove near a footpath that led to the dam.

Durga Puja had arrived early this year, in the first week of October itself and today, SashThi -- the sixth day of the bright lunar fortnight, was perhaps Deepa's last visit to the maternity home where she expected to deliver her baby in another week or so. From today evening itself, the festivities would start and everyone would be on holiday for almost a week. The pregnancy was under control and the two of them were in an upbeat mood when the boat silently entered their ultra-private lagoon. It was still some way of to the boathouse when Rudra flipped a switch, stopped the boat and stepped out into the waist deep water.

"What happened?"

"I just thought that it would be fun to walk along through the water."

"Then let me join you as well." Deepa too tried to get out but her saree -- she always used the traditional attire whenever she stepped out so as not to stand out from the crowd -- got caught on the gunwale and she would have toppled over if Rudra had not caught her!

"Careful, Ma," he warned her, "and actually, why don't you get rid of your saree itself." He suggested.

Which was not a bad idea at all! So Deepa quickly unwrapped the yards of cotton from around her and then dumped it along with the rest of her clothes in the boat.

"Ah this feels so nice," Deepa sat down in the water so that only her neck and head was visible. "Why don't you take off your pants as well?" she asked her son.

"Why not indeed," and Rudra too took of his clothes and sat down in the blood warm waters of the lagoon.

"This is so much fun, kiddo, to be so much at one with nature, right here in the middle of the lake, under the stars .."

"Amazing sky isn't it, the pitch dark sky so full of stars ... so big and bright, deep in the heart of Panchet."

"What is more amazing kiddo, is the distance that we have covered in the past one year. Who would have known that my visit to Barakar a year ago will result in us sitting like this in the Panchet Lake in utter tranquility."

"You are amazing, Ma," Rudra really adored his mother, "the way you have made it all happen. Without your grit and determination we would still be stewing in that hell hole at Calcutta."

"And you are no less kid, without all your technology where would we have been?" Deepa threw her arms around her son and kissed him on his lips and in the ensuing melee the two of them tumbled and rolled around in the clean, clear, sandy bed of the lagoon!

Fortunately the water was not too deep at all and it wasn't too long before mother and son were laid out on the sand right on the shoreline, with the water of the lake between their legs! For a few minutes, they stared at the vast darkness of the sky above through which the pinpricks of light were shining through.

"Amazing feeling, kiddo, to have the waters of the lake lapping at your cunt!" 

"That hint of a cool breeze is giving me an erection."

"Oh really? or is it that my son is trying to jerk himself off?" sniggered Deepa.

"Why not?" Rudra raised himself on his hands and turned to face his mother. "It is not very often that guy gets the chance to do this ... " and he slowly ran his hands over his mother's huge and distended belly.

"Oooh .. you are tickling me," gurgled Deepa as she felt Rudra's fingers fondling the delicate folds of her vagina!

"You are way to sexy, Ma, lying naked like this on the edge of the water." Rudra pulled himself closer to his mother and started to kiss her on her lips, her cheeks. "Wonder why have we never fucked like this before." Which was true. Ever since they had discovered this paradise on earth there have been many occasions of wild and wanton sex between mother and son, especially after the first trimester of her pregnancy but it had never occurred to either of them that they could have fucked like this, on the water!

"I think it is a bit too late to start now," cautioned Deepa. "I am due in another week and I do not want your brother or sister to be smothered with your cream!"

"But that would not stop me from cuddling my lovely mother in my lap like this." Rudra sat up on the sand, spread his legs and pulled Deepa in between them, so that she could rest comfortably on his chest. Then he threw his hand around his mother and with hand he started to fondle her breasts that had already started to sag, in anticipation of the milk that they would shortly hold! With the other, he was pointing towards the eastern horizon ...

"Ma, look, the moon is rising ..."

Yes, the moon was rising over the Panchet Dam and with it something else was rising in their mind as well ... a question, that both of them had avoided ever since they had learnt of Deepa's pregnancy.

"Kiddo .."

"Yes, Ma."

"How would be know .." whispered Deepa.

"Who is the father of this child in your belly? Is it ..." Both of them started but neither could complete the last part of that sentence as someone in Panchet let loose a volley of fireworks to start the Durga Puja celebrations and a shower of glowing spheres lit up the sky ..

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Lakshmi Puja! The first full moon right after Durga Puja when the Goddess of Wealth is welcomed into every home in Bengal. It was on a night like this, year ago, that Deepa had returned from Barakar carrying a little packet that had changed their lives.

Rudra did not bother to wait for darkness because he was too impatient to get his mother Deepa and her new born girl child back to their home on the lake! After a night of hard labour, Deepa had had a natural childbirth in the wee hours of the morning and after the midwife had done the honours of parturition, the tiny fellow had latched on to her mother's breasts and had sucked her way to blissful sleep. By the late afternoon it was abundantly clear that Deepa was feeling well enough for that short walk to where their boat was moored and so they had set off even before the sun had set.

The trip back was uneventful and soon enough, after the three of them had reached the house, mother and child were comfortably settled on the large and comfortable bed. 

"Whew! It feels so nice to be back here again." Deepa was clearly relieved to be through with the ordeal.

"But, Ma," Rudra had a grin on his face, "I have one more task left."

"Now what?"

"Remember, on Sashthi, when we were on the beach, both of us had a question."

"I do," a shadow passed over Deepa's face, "who is the father? Don't tell me you have found an answer."

"I have found something else," and he pulled out a steel-and-ceramic cylinder with wires sticking out of it."

"Oh God," whispered Deepa, "the device that had brought me to Barakar in the first place ... how and where did you find it?"

"We had never looked for it but I was thinking very hard. This would have been a very important thing for Pandey-ji and Teesta if they had managed to escape ... so why would they not keep it in their getaway box? The one we had carried out with us from Tata Centre."

"So it was there? But how come we had never found it?"

"We had not looked hard enough! It was there hidden in the base of the box that had the cash and the gold coins."

"So what will you do with this?"

"Just wait and see ..."

Rudra connected the laptop that they had recently procured from Panchet and connected to the Internet through the ISP services provided by the Google Balloon system that had finally become operational over India. He had remembered the name of the bank and Googled it for the URL and then used the account number that he had picked up from the notebook. Finally it was time to enter the DNA based password.

"Ma, I need you to put this cylinder in your little darling's mouth."

"Oh God!" gasped Deepa, "I see what you are trying to do."

"Yes, if it opens, then she is Pandey-ji's child, otherwise .."

"Just do it, kiddo," Deepa interrupted him. "I cannot stand this tension anymore"

And he did it. Rudra placed the little cylinder under the little child's tongue and pushed the USB plug into the socket and pressed the submit button.

The DNA analysis seemed to take ages and then the net was abnormally slow. Time stood still and it seemed like hours even though the process would not have taken more than two minutes.

And then?

It worked! the DNA of the little newborn girl matched half of the DNA that Pandey-ji had submitted while creating the account and as per the rules that he had set, the account was accessible!

"Hooray! It has worked," screamed Rudra.

"Hooray! I have Pandey-ji's child," screamed Deepa.

"And we have access to Pandey-ji's vast bank account."

"Truly, on this Lakshmi Puja day, Lakshmi herself has come to our house."

"Should we name her Lakshmi then?"

"We could, but I am thinking of another woman who has played such an important part in making all this happen and without her ..." 

But Rudra did not let his mother finish the sentence. "Then let us call her Teesta."

"Yes kid, in honour of that poor and lonely girl who sacrificed her life to protect the bloodline of someone she had loved so dearly."

"And in the process, helped us get Out Of Calcutta -- O O Calcutta."