2 comments/ 35220 views/ 9 favorites The Saint or the Scoundrel Ch. 01 By: kaypee [This story has a small connection with the Durga Puja festival that is celebrated in Bengal and Eastern India in October-November. It has been written to coincide with the festival season.] Rudra was desperately trying to focus on the computer screen in front of him but the sound was far too loud to be contained by the walls of their tiny apartment. The sound of sex. The sound of his mother being fucked .. .............................. Actually this was nothing new. Ever since he was child growing up with his single mother, having strangers in the house every now and then was not uncommon. Some of them were nice, they would give him sweets. Others would simply ignore him or even glare at him with impatience until his mother would get him out of the way with food or comic books. Rudra had never known his father. He knew that he had died when he was even smaller and his world was that of he and his mother, Deepannita. Deepa, as she was widely known, worked as a security guard at an all-women's college in central Calcutta. Close proximity to young, college going girls had invested her with an appearance and an attitude that was way above the social milieu that she came from. Hailing from the Sunderbans area of South Bengal, where many of Calcutta's maid servants come from, she was tall but dusky. But her face -- with large, limpid eyes, a slightly high cheekbone, pouted lips and a firm chin -- was something that few men could ever look away from. Which is why she had been whisked away in her early youth by the raging tides social disharmony and would have ended up in a red-light district of Sonagachi had it not been for an unexpected but fortunate dalliance with an unusual person who had left him with not just the infant Rudra but a toehold with her current employer. It had been a precarious toehold. Jobs were scarce and she had had to use every resource at her command, including her obvious physical charms, to make sure that she was not dislodged by others. Of course she had other very useful abilities. She was smart, very smart and physically tough -- her ancestors were probably Maratha thugs, commonly known as Borgi, who used to terrorize Bengal but she had also attended martial arts classes -- and could stare down any hooligan who tried to enter the college premises. But the college girls liked her because even though she was twice their age, she would be touching 40 soon, she dressed like them in jeans and would enthusiastically help out with many of the extra-curricular activities in the college. Her son Rudra was a little different. Shy and introvert, he had just finished school and entered college but he had hardly any friends. Lost in the world of books, computers and the internet -- the one big investment that his mother had made for him -- he was more of a thinker. He was a little tall for his age but rather thin and had a boyish grin that made him look younger than what he was at 18. As a child he had been rather sickly and even though he had outgrown that phase, Deepa was still very protective about him to the extent of having him in her bed till very recently! And it was on that very bed that his mother was being fucked .... Rudra was old enough to know that there were people -- and that too important people, given the reverence with which his mother treated them -- who would regularly visit their flat and spend hours in his mother's bedroom. If it was not too late, Deepa would try to get Rudra out of the house but otherwise, as was usually the case, Rudra would engage himself with his books in the living room. It was not as if he did not understand what was happening behind the closed doors of his mother's bedroom -- some of these encounters were very noisy ones -- and initially Deepa had tried to rationalise matters. But with the passage of time both mother and son had reconciled themselves to the situation -- which as Deepa had explained, was something that was inevitable if she had to keep her job in the school and provide for a reasonable living for the two of them. Bengal was never a place of great opportunities. Rudra had never had a bedroom of his own and unless he felt too sleepy and crashed out on the sagging sofa in the living room, he would wait for his mother's guests to leave and then he would get into the only bed in the house, the bed that he had been sharing with his mother ever since he had been infant. It was very natural of course when he was small but then as he grew up and started to read books and browse the internet it he had slowly started to connect the dots. Deepa should have read the signs but then a son is always a kid to his mother. But then again she might have subconsciously reached out to the only one source of love and happiness in that otherwise stressful household. Gradually, innocently and perhaps inevitably mother and son had drawn closer to each other and as Rudra grew older and bigger, Deepa would feel a sense of warmth and comfort when her son hugged her tight in bed -- his hands gently squeezing her tits and then his erection prodding her in her butt! .............................................. But today Rudra was desperately trying to focus on the computer screen in front of him but the sound was far too loud to be contained by the walls of their tiny apartment. The sound of sex. The sound of his mother being fucked .... Mahalaya, that heralds the start of the Durga Puja fortnight, had just got over yesterday and today Mastan was back. Mastan, was a particular lecherous character, who had just won a local election and by virtue of his political clout was appointed as the Chairman of the Governing Body of the College where Deepa worked. His initial idea was to flirt with the young students but he soon realised that you don't mess with the daughters of influential people. After being repeatedly snubbed by the students he discovered that the college security guard was was just as attractive and a lot less protected! Fortunately, Mastan was more often than not busy with his criminal activities in Jharkhand but whenever he was in Calcutta, Deepa had to keep him happy! What was worse however was that whenever he visited, Deepa seemed rather tensed and distraught. In the past, Rudra had got used to see his freshly fucked mother bidding a polite goodbye to her 'friends' but in the case of Mastan she always seemed too shell shocked and even later when her son would cuddle up to, her useful cheerfulness was always missing. Mastan was a very noisy fucker, his grunts and groans and cuss words could easily be heard but on that day he seemed to have gone berserk. Deepa had recently bought a new computer with a broadband connection -- something that Rudra had been begging for -- but even then Rudra could not focus on the screen in front as screams and shrieks rang out through the bedroom door. But what was more ominous today was his mother's voice that was almost bordering on alarm. "Help, help, please help." This was a cry that Rudra could not ignore any longer. He rushed to the bedroom door and kicked it open and what he saw left him stunned in cold horror! Deepa was hanging in the air. Her arms were tied with ropes that were suspended from the ceiling and her feet were barely touching the floor. Her face was contorted with fear and tears were flowing down her cheeks. Two heavy weights were hanging from clips attached to her nipples making her breasts sag low and a small bottle plastic bottle was protruding out of the thick bush of her pubic hair. But what was most devastating was the a number of red weals that criss-crossed her body where Mastan -- himself stark naked as well -- had slashed her with a whip. Rudra was paralysed but only for a second. With a bellow of pure rage, he jumped across to the lecher and gave him a solid blow on his chin. "You get out of this room, you son of a whore." Mastan roared but being drunk out of his wits, Rudra had no difficulty in silencing him with a solid kick on his belly. After kicking the fellow out the house, Rudra's mind was in a whirl. What if he came back with his thuggish cronies but perhaps he would not be in a state to do so. He rushed back to his mother's room and quickly took her down from the ropes, unclipped the weights from her nipples and gently pulled the plastic bottle out of his mother's cunt. Deepa collapsed on the bed too shaken to even put on her clothes. "Ma, let me get some lotion for your bruises." Rudra quickly grabbed a wad of cotton, wetted it with Dettol, and started applying it on her wounds. Deepa whimpered in pain as the antiseptic bit into her broken skin and then slowly calmed down as it took effect. Next, he ran to the kitchen and warmed a bowl of milk, poured it into a glass tumbler and came back. Deepa was lying spread eagled on the bed with a glazed look on her face. Rudra got into the bed and pulled her into his arms, laying her head on his chest and placed the milk on her lips. "Ma. Please have this milk." "I am sorry, Rudra." she whispered. "There is nothing to be sorry about, I understand." "This fellow will now make my life miserable." "That is for tomorrow. Tonight you are safe in my arms." Rudra petted his mother with extreme tenderness and slowly, ever so slowly, as she drank the milk that he had brought, he noticed that the tension was draining out her body. Now that the immediate crisis was over, Rudra cuddled his mother on his chest. Even in the past, they had lain together like this but this was different, she was in the nude and in the dim light of the room Rudra's eyes and then his hands caressed her face, her throat, her chest, her breasts all the way down to her tummy, her navel and then her pubic mound. He did not want to do it but the raw sensuality of circumstances found his fingers feeling their way through the curls of her pubic bush and pressing into the crevice of her cunt. Deepa shivered and a tiny moan slipped out of her lips as she cuddled closer to her son and saviour. Rudra was in a tizzy. On one hand, this was his mother and on the other she was a beautiful woman lying naked and helpless in his arms. Like a pendulum he swayed between his morals and his hormones but was in no position curb the gigantic erection that was tenting his pajamas. His head bent forward and as his lips were about to touch his mother's, she suddenly opened her mouth and murmured, "My braveheart, my sweetheart." The dam was broken. Suddenly mother and son were locked in a kiss, that went on and on as they tasted and teased each other with their tongue. "You OK, ma?" "Yes kiddo and only because you were here to save me." "What else could I do? I could not ignore your cry for help." "Since I cannot thank you for that, I will do something else that you will like," and suddenly she slipped her hands into his pajamas and started stroking his erect prick! Rudra's world went for a toss as he suddenly found himself kissing his mother with greater urgency, his hand fondling her breasts and her suddenly hardening nipples. He felt his mother's fists shaking and stroking his engorged penis and then with a groan he spurted his cum through her fist and on her tummy and thighs. "Oh Ma, what have I done?" Suddenly there was a genuine remorse in his voice. "Look kid, when you and I have only each other to look after, this was bound to happen." "But is this right? What will people say?" "This is between us. We couldn't care less about what others say." "You are my mother, I will go by what you say." "If you go by what I say, will you promise me something?" "Anything." "Then promise not to ever fuck me. Do not penetrate my cunt with your prick. I would beg of you." "Why beg? Your wish is my command. But may I know why?" "You may, but not today." "Then why do you allow these lecherous fuckers to come and fuck you every night." "I do not have much of a choice and then I do not want to equate them with you, my braveheart." "But he will be back again and I have to hear you scream while being fucked." "If you are with me, we will put a stop to that." "Tell me what to do?" "Rudra, you know that I have Maratha blood in my veins." There was a sudden hardening in the tone of her voice. "I have heard you talk about that Borgi ancestor of ours, but why tonight." "If read the The History of India by the Hon Mountstuart Elphinstone you would know that A Maratha thinks of nothing but the result, and cares little for the means, if he can attain his object. For this purpose he will strain his wits, renounce his pleasures, and hazard his person." [ Chapter IX, the Deccan ] "So." "This bastard has screwed me enough and I want to make sure that he regrets it till the end of his life." That night, mother and son, both naked in each others arms and with the son's semen smeared across his mother's body, hatched a plan to take revenge. "Where do we start?" "Did you notice that heavy gold talisman that Mastan wears around his neck?" "Yes I did. What does it mean?" "He is very possessive about that. Claims that it is his PranaBhomra, the key to his life." "What does that mean?" "From what I have gathered, it contains the passwords to all his secret banking accounts, where he has stashed all the money that he extorts from people or takes as bribes." "So if we take it away he loses all that money." "That will kill him, because he runs his empire on money. His thugs don't care for him at all." "How can we steal it away from him." "Have you seen the Bangla movie Gandu." "That pornographic movie ..." "So you have seen it," Deepa smiled indulgently. "Do you remember the scene where the boy steals money from the purse of the guy who is fucking his mother?" "You want me to try that next time! But does he ever take it off from his neck?" "You are right, we need to think this through." "But will he come back here? After the way I kicked him today?" "It is not the kick on his balls .. it is the kick on his massive ego that I am scared of." "So what do we do?" "I think I will have to go back to him and apologise profusely on your behalf." "I can come along if you want to. I would not want you to bear his insults." "Thank you, kiddo but let me try first. I will go to his place tomorrow." ........................................ Next evening, when Deepa reached home, Rudra found her to be rather downcast. "Did you get to meet Mastan?" "Yes." "And what did he say? Will he come?" "Actually he made a counter offer. He wants us to go to his country home during the Pujas." "Us? I thought he was interested in only you." "I know, but there is something that I just can't place my fingers on .. there is something fishy." "Like what?" "Like I thought that he would be mad at you and demand an apology. But instead he wanted to invite you as well." "Which is nice. Fun for me, safety for you." "But these thugs never make things easy for anyone. I am sure there is a catch." "So do you think that we should stay away?" "That is not possible and I don't want to. A Maratha-Borgi does not give up so fast," she smiled. "When do we have to leave?" "On Ashtami, by the Lalmati Express that leaves Howrah in the morning and reaches Chandil in the afternoon." "That is less than four days away!" "I know ... and I have things to do before we leave." "Do what?" "Get ourself some insurance." Deepa was at her enigmatic best. ............................. It was just past two in the afternoon when Deepa and Rudra alighted from the Lalmati Express at Chandil. The natural scenery in and around Chandil is unique and enchanting. The tiny town is surrounded by green mountains, hills, streams and rivers on all sides as is the case for most of the Chotanagpur plateau in Jharkhand. Some people say that once upon a time there was a famous temple dedicated to Devi Chandi somewhere in the vicinity but no one seems to know anything about it today. Mastan had sent a Tata Sumo to pick them up at the station and they followed a rough and dusty road that went past the Chandil Dam on the Subarnarekha River and meandered up the Ghat Roads through the dense deciduous forests that were a part of the Dalma Wildlife sanctuary. Deepa tried to engage the driver in some conversation, to find something more about the place, but the thuggish fellow would hardly utter a word. She gave up when Rudra quietly pointed out the butt of a handgun that was peeping out of the bag that the driver had by his side. Good God! What had they let themselves into? After more than two hours of really bumpy roads they came to clearing in the dense forest and turned into a walled compound that had armed guards at the gate. The first shock was that there was hardly any welcome! Two thugs told them to pick up their bags and start walking across the compound. Deepa looked around and realised that they were in the valley between two hills and the land sloped down towards the the setting sun in the west. The large compound had a number of small huts and buildings where more of these thuggish types were either sitting or loitering around. Deepa and Rudra followed their guide to a small room near the wall with windows that opened out into what were obviously Mastan's private quarters! Through the windows, they could see manicured lawns and water bodies -- perhaps Japanese Gardens -- and a beautiful colonial style bungalow with wide verandahs. Behind the bungalow the land seemed to fall away into the deepest jungle. "Please freshen up quickly in these bathrooms here. Mastan-ji is waiting for you." The order was a tad too curt for a guest but Deepa and Rudra complied. The next command was devastating. "Just remove all your clothes and keep them in this bag!" "What do you mean? You want us to go in naked?" "That is exactly what Mastan-ji has said and that is what you will do." "I want to speak to him, right now." The anger in her voice was showing through. "Shut up and don't ever raise your voice here. You do just what you are told." The menace in the voice was overwhelming and Deepa and Rudra had no option but to obey meekly. "Give me some privacy at least, I am a woman." "It is only whores who go in here ... and whores need no privacy." The menace was becoming more and more ugly. "Ma, I think we do not have a choice." "Oh, so it is mother and son today," smirked one of the guards but he was silenced by a murderous look from the other. Rudra was the first to strip naked, giving up his shirt, trousers, shorts and shoes to the first thug who put them into a bag. Deepa followed, pulling off her shirt and jeans and hoping that that her panties and bra will be spared. But there was no such luck. "Remove all that," the guard pointed at her crotch and her breasts, "and also all you bangles, rings, earrings and hairclips. Everything." Deepa pulled off her bra and stepped out her panties to reveal a thick bush of pubic hair. She pulled out her bangles and removed the clips from her long hair allowing it to fall across her firm breasts. She placed her hands over her pubic bush. "Raise your hands above your heads." Then the senior guard started feeling her body, starting with her head. He ran his fingers through her hair looking for any hidden objects and then, even though, there could not have been anything hidden, he passed his hands over her naked body, feeling her breasts, squeezing her tits, patting her stomach and started groping her cunt. Deepa shrank back. "What are you doing to my mother?" Rudra had the temerity to ask and was rewarded with an instant slap on his face. "Keep quiet, Rudra. It is no use." Deepa muttered under her breath, but she was scared stiff as well, especially when the guard poked her in the cunt and then after making her turn around slid his hand through the crack between her butts. The Saint or the Scoundrel Ch. 01 She gave an imperceptible sigh of relief when the thugs were done poking and prodding her naked body and turned to pick up her clothes. "Hey, who asked to touch anything. You will now go straight as you are into Mastan-ji's house." They opened a door and gestured at them to go out in the garden. Deepa and Rudra walked out into the finely mown Japanese Grass in the lawn outside and waited for the thugs to join them, but they were already closing the door. "Our luck ends here," one of them smiled, at last. "You two go to the building and then up to the verandah on the first floor." "Then waits for Mastan-sir's instructions. Only he and he alone lives there." .................................... Deepa and Rudra almost tiptoed towards the house, not knowing what to do. In fact, Deepa's gait was so stiff that Rudra thought that she must be really scared. "Ma, have we walked into a trap?" "Don't worry, we will figure a way out of this." She could barely hide the panic in her voice. The garden path through which they walked to the house was totally deserted so their state of complete nudity was not yet embarrassing but no sooner did they reach the house when this comfort was removed. Mastan was waiting for them in the verandah. "Come in, come in. Come into my humble hovel." Mastan was at his sarcastic best. He was wearing a loose, knee length Bermuda-style short but his body was bare. For the first time, Rudra noticed that Mastan's well built torso was covered with a thick mat of body hair and in his hand he was carrying a hunter whip! "God, this is going to be rough tonight." He said to himself. "This may be your humble hovel, Mastan-ji, but the location is fantastic! What a view of the hills and the forest. Wish I could stay here forever." Deepa was trying to lighten the mood. "So you like what you see," smiled Mastan, "and so do I, so do I." He ran his hand across her cheeks, down her neck, pushed her long hair that she had carefully arranged on her breasts and tweaked her nipples. "This are still so soft, we need them to harden soon." He was almost salivating, "and this needs to harden as well," he was fondling Rudra's penis and balls. Involuntarily Rudra step back but was rewarded with a smart tap with the handle of the whip! "Let us go, we have a lot of things planned for the evening." Mastan put an arm around Deepa's shoulder and led her into the building. The whip in his other hand was gently tapping on Rudra's naked buttocks! The building was small but opulent and had been evidently furnished by an expensive interior decorator around an erotic theme. A short flight of stairs led them into a private lounge with a bar and a set of comfortable sofas spread around the edge. But what was breathtaking in its imagination were the giant picture posters of a dozen well known Bombay and Tollygunge actresses -- all in the nude and engaged in explicit sex right there in the same lounge itself! "You will soon be in exalted company, Deepa." Mastan smirked. "It will indeed be my pleasure to be at your pleasure in these wonderful circumstances." Deepa was trying to play along. "But you will not be at my pleasure at all!" Mastan sat down on a sofa and pulled Deepa down beside him. "Then who would it be?" "Who is the only other person in this room who has a shaft that can be inserted into your lovely cunt?" and he stretched out his legs and started tapping on Rudra's balls with his toes. "But he is my son!" "Oh cut the crap ... as if I don't know that he sleeps with you." "Mastan-ji, please. We have just one bed in just one room but believe me ..." "That this eighteen year old stud does not push his rod into your warm pussy!" "What can I say?" Deepa folded her hands in prayer. Her eyes were glistening. Rudra was stunned. "Well either he is impotent and cannot ejaculate or like my good friend Mohandas he is pretending to experiment with truth -- both of which are very unlikely." "Please Mastan-ji, stripping my mother in front of me is bad enough. Please do not ask me to dishonour my mother any further." "You don't have choice kid. You should not have stepped into the room that night." "I am sorry." "You kicked and punched me ... and now," he slashed him with one huge crack of the whip. Rudra turned away and took the blow on his thighs ... and it hurt like hell. "And if you think you can fight me, think again. One little signal and my sidekicks will be here to tear you apart ... and a body thrown into that jungle," he gestured towards the back of the house, "is never seen or heard of again." "Ok, Mastan-ji, we will do what you want," Deepa chipped in very quietly. "Ma, I can not do this to you ..." Rudra was still indignant but another sharp crack of whip across his chest cut him off sharply. "Shut up Rudra. Just do what Mastan-ji wants. Just do it." "What? Fuck you? in front of him?" "Oh ho, not so fast. You need to do it slow and easy ... so that I can get into my mood for my fuck!" "So that is the game plan," said Deepa to herself. "Mastan-ji, please forgive my son. He will do exactly what you tell him to." "The first thing that I want to see is his erection. Come, come closer to me." Rudra inched forward and Mastan took started feeling his shrivelled balls with his palms. "This will not do, Rudra babu ... this will never slide into your mother's cunt." He stroked Rudra's penis but given the kind of tension that the boy was under, it remained flaccid. "Please Mastan-ji, that boy is scared. He is terrified." "Then it is up to you, his mother, to give him some comfort. Make that dead frog at his crotch jump up again." "Come here Rudra," she gestured and made him kneel on the ground in front of him, "and put you face here." She held her son's head and pushed it gently into her pubic bush. "Now start licking me there ... first slowly .. slowly and then faster." "Hang on, hang on. This give me an idea. I don't like all that hair on your cunt. We need to first shave it clean." "I will ask Rudra to do it for you." There was a little urgency in Deepa's voice. "Good. Go and get the shaving stuff from the bathroom." "You want me to shave here! Will it not cause a mess." "No, no, no .. it will be fun, watching your son shaving your hairy cunt." Rudra got all the equipment, including a mug of water and lathered up Deepa pubic area and she lay down on the floor. Then very gently and carefully Rudra started to shave his mother's pubis. Mastan watched him closely and gave specific directions. Finally, after Rudra had washed off all the mess and patted the pubis dry with a towel, Mastan called Deepa in front of him and ran his hands over the smooth swell of her mons pubis. A very slight shiver rippled through Deepa's body and Mastan-ji caught on right away. "Ah ha .. that must be feeling good. Now turn around and bend over." He ran his finger into the puckered hole of her anus and jiggled it. Deepa jumped away and coyly turned around. "Please Mastan-ji, come to bed with me." "I will, I will but first I need your son to get my cock up .. hard and stiff but for that you have to get his cock up ... hard and stiff first. Get going." He ordered. "Sure, let me get him on his back first." She pushed her son on the ground until he was flat on his back, spread his legs and placed her face in his crotch. Rudra's balls were not too small but his penis had really shrivelled up until it was just big as one of his toes -- and just as inert. Deepa took it between her fingers and pulled back the foreskin until the glans or the helmet was visible and flicked her tongue along the slit. Rudra body jerked as he felt a pulse of pleasure and a tiny moan escaped from his lips. "Your mother is an excellent cock-sucker, kid." Mastan-ji opined. Deepa was now working hard on her son's genitals. Lying on her belly on the floor between his legs, she was now kneading his balls while sucking and licking the shaft of the penis ... and this was having the desired effect. She felt a slight but sudden hardening of the organ and shouted out an encouragement. "You are getting bigger and bigger, Rudra." But was Rudra listening? Perhaps he was, because his chest had started to heave but then again perhaps he was too embarrassed to have his penis licked by his mother in public! The guilt, the shame and the fear were negating whatever sexual excitement his mother was trying to build up in him. "Come on Rudra, come on .. you will have to fuck me now, fuck me, fuck your mother." Deepa exhorted her son. "I can't Ma, I can't .. don't you remember what you made me promise." "Don't worry about that promise! Come on ... relax. Have fun." "No Ma .. I cannot do it." and suddenly he turned sideways and pulled his penis away from his mother's face. "I cannot have sex with you like this." "Then you will have this whip." Mastan's hand rose and fell and Rudra felt a slash across his body. He could have tolerated more of this but the next slash fell across Deepa's bare back and she gave a howl of pain. "Please, please Mastan-ji, don't whip us ... I will have my son fuck me in front of you very soon." "No you won't mother." "You just shut up," thundered Deepa. Then she turned to Mastan. "Mastan-ji, can we use a bed?" "Yes, why?" "If it is a little more comfortable, it will be easier to get my son into the right mood." "OK. Let us go into that room. There is a bed in there." The lounge opened out into a lovely boudoir and had it not been for the dire straits that they were in, Deepa would have been delighted to be there. Large windows opened out on two sides and the sun was setting behind the darkening hills. But mother and son had no time to enjoy the scenery. They quickly located the huge four poster bed with its white satin sheets and climbed in. Mastan poured himself a large peg from an expensive looking bottle of whisky and settled himself into a deep sofa to enjoy the evening. "Don't panic kiddo," Deepa comforted her son. "Forget about me as your mother. Think that I am your girlfriend." "Never really had one," Rudra smiled weakly. "Then think of me as Priyanaka Chopra or Vidya Balan .. who is naked in the bed with you." "Thats better." "I can see that, and feel it ... as well." Deepa was playing with her son's prick and it was hardening in her hands. "Ma, do I have to really fuck you?" "Kid, when there really is no alternative, why don't you just lie back and enjoy a damn good fuck." She had to loosen him up. "How would you want to do it?" "You like back on the bed and let me climb up upon you." "Ah the woman on top style. That is good." Mastan chipped in. Deepa pushed Rudra on his back, spread his legs, raised his knees and sat on her haunches between his legs. Then she bent down and started licking his navel. Rudra shivered. "Come on my stud," Deepa whispered and slowly started moving her lips up his body, across his belly, his chest, his neck, his lips. She kissed his lips, pressed her tongue into his mouth and then moved her lips to his ears. "You need to distract him, now," her whisper was barely audible. "Start groaning and use some choicest abuses." "I can't." "You have to," she hissed! "Ahh aaa ...." Rudra moaned loudly and Deepa replied with her own squeal. Suddenly Rudra grabbed his mother hair and pressed her face into his own. "Ma, you are a whore, let me fuck you your cunt." "Yes, sonny, let me have your prick in my pussy." Deepa jerked up and stretched her body backward. She was sitting on her son's crotch and jerking up and down, making her big tits bounce and dance. Rudra reached forward and grabbed her tits, squeezing them again and again. "Fuck you Ma, fuck you my whore, I shall fuck you like my father never did." Rudra screamed. "Give me you prick, push it into my cunt." Deepa answered and started bobbing up and down on her haunches. Her hands were at her crotch pressing her son's penis into her but then something else happened. Neither of the men in the room, titillated as they were with the sights and sounds of sex, noticed it but in one of the bounces a little white object slid out of Deepa's vagina and before anyone could know of it she had hidden it among the bed sheets of the giant bed. It all happened in a jiffy but even then Deepa gave a loud squeal of pleasure and crashed down on her son. For the next couple of minutes mother and son thrashed around on each other's naked bodies shouting obscenities laced with grunts, groans, squeals and shouts as Deepa crushed her pelvis into her son's crotch. Rudra was by now genuinely excited -- and who wouldn't be if a naked woman was pressing her boobs into your face! Deepa too could feel the pressure of his erection poking and prodding into her cunt. She felt her son's hand on her tits, squeezing them as they bounced and jiggled in front of his face and she reached down at her crotch and pulled his penis until it was poised at the entrance of her vagina. It was stiff, hard, thick and wet with her own cunt juice and as she played with it she heard Mastan scream. "Shove it in you whore." She did. With one big downward thrust she pressed her son's engorged penis into her vagina and Rudra gave a shout of pleasure as he felt his stiffness sliding into the slippery warmth of his mother's womb! Now it was his turn to to buck and thrust. As his mother bounced on his belly, he could feel his rock hard penis sliding in and out .. and suddenly he felt a tightening of his balls as his body prepared for the inevitable ejaculation. "I am coming ..." he yelled and just as Deepa was preparing to have her innards sprayed with her son's cum, she heard a bellow from Mastan, "No you will not." Deepa suddenly found herself being grabbed by her armpits and pulled away so that Rudra's erection slid out of her cunt. "What the fuck?" she sputtered and saw that Mastan was in a terrific state of excitement. He was naked, his eyes were bloodshot from the whisky that he had been drinking and his erection seemed to be as massive as Subway foot-long sandwich! "Enough of pleasure for that mother fucker," he roared, "Now I will fuck you, you bitch." "Yes, yes .." muttered Deepa trying to gather her wits around her. "Get off the bed," she yelled at Rudra. "Yes get out of the room, you bastard," yelled Mastan and a terrified Rudra was only too happy to oblige. With his rapidly shrinking penis, he quietly climbed out of the bed and ran out to the lounge leaving his naked mother Deepa alone with the naked Mastan on the bed. Mastan pushed Deepa on the bed and climbed on top of her and Deepa watched in horror as his massive penis pushed against her clean shaven pussy. But big as it was, it was unfortunately not stiff enough to actually push into her cunt. Mastan cursed and grunted but his erect penis was bent and twisted around and would not go in. He bellowed with rage. "Mastan-ji, may I please help you," Deepa suggested fearfully. "I want to fuck you, you whore," thundered Mastan but the whisky slurred his tongue. "Relax Mastan-ji, just relax on the bed and let me climb on top of you." "OK." Grunted the rascal. Deepa wriggled out from beneath that hulk and gently pushed the drunken maniac on his back on the bed. Then she climbed on top of his belly. Once again, she felt his giant but by now flaccid penis pushing against her cunt. "Look at me, my sher, my lion," she said in her most seductive dulcet. She tossed her mane of hair and pressed her own breasts. "Will you not squeeze these for me." "Of course I will," screamed Mastan and reached out to catch the hanging globes and Deepa obligingly bent forward to press them into his arms. She felt his penis harden with excitement and she reached down to align it against her cunt. Then she quickly pressed down and pulled that giant member into her body. Slowly she started moving up and down and felt Mastan's erection sliding and in out of her cunt. Mastan was screaming with pleasure. Deepa lips were now on Mastan's lips, her tongue sliding into his mouth. She could feel the taste of whisky on her lips but her hands were now under his pillow and searching for that little gadget that she had smuggled in, in her cunt! For a moment she panicked as her fingers groped around in emptiness and then her right hand closed around it and she pulled it out .... and it was a cellphone! Mastan's penis was still embedded inside Deepa and her constant bouncing had made it hard and erect. He was gurgling incoherently with pleasure as he too could feel the pressure building up in his groin. On his chest, he could see the lovely Deepa, with her powerful body all wet with sweat, heaving and thrashing in total abandon. On his face he could feel her lips, her tongue slobbering him with her saliva and of course he could feel the grip that her vagina had on his erect penis ... but what he did not see or could not see was that the cellphone in her right hand had clicked open into a knife with a vicious 6 inch blade ... What he did not see either was how Deepa powerful arm muscles, the ones that she had honed to perfection in her martial arts classes, were tightening with anger and loathing into a mighty scythe that in the very next unleashed itself in a swinging arc that flashed across his startled field of vision and sliced through the muscles of his neck!! He started to scream ... but was cut off after that first second as blood started gurgling out of his slashed neck! [ to be continued in Part II ] The Saint or the Scoundrel Ch. 02 [ Please read Part 1 of this story as otherwise it would not make sense] * A blood-curdling shriek of agony and a yell of victory rang out through the room and for a moment Rudra was too stunned to react. Then he rushed through the door of the boudoir and what he saw made his blood run cold. Mastan and his mother Deepa, both still naked, were locked in a violent struggle on the bed whose sheets were now red with blood. Mastan was a powerfully built man and he could have thrown Deepa off in a jiffy but for the fact that his throat was slit right across and blood was gurgling out in huge bursts. Deepa's face was maniacal. She was sitting on Mastan's crotch, with his penis still stuck in her cunt, just as it was while she was bouncing on it a second ago but the wicked blade in the cellphone in her right hand was now embedded in Mastan's belly. Rudra watched in horror as his mother pulled the knife across the belly and Mastan in a last ditch, but futile attempt, to save himself, leapt off the bed. It was perhaps the last living move that he ever made. As he fell on the floor, Deepa freed herself from his penis embedded in her and raised her hands in a victorious posture. "That bloody bastard is dead will never insult us anymore", she exulted, with one fist clinched and the other still holding her weapon! Then for the coup-de-grace, she leaned down to on the body of her erstwhile tormenter and slashed through his groin and pulled out his testicles! Then she laughed out loud. A fearful crackling laugh that rang out through the room. Rudra stared at his mother. Her stark naked body was covered with fresh red blood! On her face, her cheeks, her lips, her chin, her neck, her breasts, her nipples , her belly, her clean shaven pubis, the crack of her cunt, her thighs .... blood was dripping down her legs right on the body of their tormentor now lying at her feet! It was as if she was the Goddess Kali herself!! "Ma ...", Rudra at last found his voice. "You have killed him." "Now we have to run from here as fast as possible." Deepa was quickly getting back to her senses. "Like this? Naked?" Rudra too was stark naked. "You want to go and beg for your pants?" "No, No ... Ok. Which way?" "Into the forest first. Then we will think." "Let me try to find another knife or a gun." "Too late, I hear someone rushing towards." "I am bolting the door." Rudra ran to the heavy door and peeped out. Indeed two of the guards were running towards the room and he barely managed to slam it on their faces and bolted it. It was not a second too soon as immediately the hammering started but he still managed to slide another bolt and sprinted back to his mother and the dead body. "Check the verandah." Deepa shouted as shots rang out as the guards tried to shoot through the door but the solid 'Burma Teak' door was quite sturdy -- but it wouldn't last too long anyway. "Come, let us go." Rudra was screaming at his mother. "Wait, we can't leave without this." Deepa bent down and yanked out the heavy gold talisman from the dead man's neck and sprinted out into the verandah that overlooked the forest. Fortunately this part of the compound was strictly off limits for most of the camp staff and so there was no one to hinder their escape. But it was ten foot drop to the ground and then the ground sloped away toward the gathering gloom of the dense forest. Mother and son wavered for a minute and then they heard the door splintering -- there was nothing else to do but jump! Both hit the ground on all fours and the talisman was knocked out of Deepa's hand but she managed to pick it up before they started to sprint for the safety of the trees. Behind them they heard a great commotion building up. Obviously the guards must have been confused about what to do? Try to help the dying man? Or chase the attackers? Some random shots were fired but in the excitement and the darkness the shots were wide off the mark and it was barely a minute before the two fugitives were in the trees. Rudra slowed down but Deepa snarled, "Keep moving." "Will they be chasing us." Rudra whispered. "We can't wait to find us. Keep running." "Be careful, do not trip over," and immediately tripped on root and went crashing to the forest floor. "Shhh ... Quiet." Deepa dropped down to the ground next to her son and looked back towards the camp from where they had just escaped. As expected, there was a general hubbub of noise and confusion in the camp. A couple of people were standing on the verandah looking towards them in the forest, but they could hear many more shouting and screaming inside. Perhaps trying to make sense of the badly lacerated body and the blood stains leading out towards the verandah. "Can they see us here?" "Unlikely ... the forest is quite dense here and it is almost dark." "But I am sure that if they start looking, they will be able to follow the trail quite easily." "So let us keep moving." "Like this, naked?" "Unless you want to go back there and ask for the clothes, we do not have a choice." "So let us move. It is Navami today -- the ninth day of the bright lunar fortnight -- and there will be the fairly bright moon in the sky." "What an unusual Durga puja we are having this year." "Come to think of it, we killed that bastard almost at the instant of the Sandhi Puja -- when Ashtami rolls into Navami." "So you are not just not my mother, but the Divine Mother Durga, who kills the Mahishasura Demon during Durga Puja," exclaimed Rudra. "That is symbolic, this was real." Suddenly some people appeared on the ground beneath the verandah and started pointing towards the forest in which they were hidden. "I don't think it is safe to stay here any longer, kiddo. Move," and there was a sudden sense of fear and urgency in her voice. "Which way do we go?" "First task is to put as much distance between us and the camp, then we can start thinking." Mother and son moved as swiftly and quietly as possible through the dense forest. It was almost dark now and had it not been for the moon their movement would have been impossible. Thankfully there were no signs of pursuit, at least not yet, and so after an hour or so, they stopped in a tiny little clearing in the forest where the moonlight reached the forest floor. "Oh God, I am tired." "And I am dying of thirst." "Where can we get water in this forest?" "Where can we get anything in this forest?" "In fact we have nothing with us at the present." "Nothing other than this cellphone and the talisman." "Which is of no use to in this hunger and thirst." "We need a little rest and to collect our thoughts." "Then let us sit here for a while, my legs are aching." "You have had a rough day, Ma, let me press your legs a little. Will feel good." "That is really nice of you, kid, but what about you?" "I am doing OK. Come, let us sit down on beneath this tree." "The moon is too bright. Let us move into the shade." Deepa stretched herself out on the forest floor and Rudra started to massage her legs. "What a mess, you are all bloody all over." "The blood of that son of satan ..." Deepa murmured. "We will need to wash this off somewhere." "There are so many things that we need to do ...." "I know that we have been in many tough situations, but this is the strangest by far." "You bet." After ten minutes or so of her son's gentle massage, Deepa gave a soft sigh of comfort and sat up. "Time for me to press your limbs, kiddo," she volunteered. "Oh no Ma, I am just fine .. it is you who has had the roughest day today." "True, kiddo. Ever since we arrived at that dratted place in the afternoon." "I am sorry, Ma, for what I did today ..." Rudra was genuinely feeling bad about what had happened in the room. "You never had a choice in the matter, kid and neither did I." "But still, there is a sense of guilt, because, because ... " he really could not utter it. "Because somewhere down there, you did -- even if you did not want to -- feel good.." "Yes .." his voice was a just a whisper. "Which is why you got an erection .. and was about to cum in my cunt!" "I could not help it, Ma, believe me." "I don't have to believe it, kid, I know. I know my son. I know exactly what goes through his mind." "I am sorry, I am so sorry ... it will never happen again." "I will give you a one tight slap --- if you ever utter that sorry word again! Never, ever apologise for this." "So what should I do?" "Hug me, hold me tight in your arms ... you are the only one that I have in the world, the only one that cares for me. No one knows that better than I do." She burst into a sob. "Please do not cry, Ma. I will always be there for you." He threw his hands around her shoulders and pulled her into his chest. Mother and son were silent for minute as neither of them knew what to say. But then words left unsaid silently travelled along their arms and pulled them closer and deeper into each other -- physically, mentally and metaphorically. Rudra's big body was a wall of stability, of safety, a cocoon of protection in which his mother was seeking sanctuary. There seemed to be a magic salve on his palms as they gently swept over and patted her butts and then softly, very softly squeezed the gentle swell of her breasts. She raised her face and their eyes locked into each other's and what they saw sent shivers of excitement through their bodies -- moist with blood and now sweat! The talisman and the cellphone were both forgotten as Deepa reached out and pulled hers son's face into her own. Their lips locked on each other and suddenly mother and son were kissing each other with a rare passion that none had known for a long time. It was a rare and precious moment of relief from the intense pressure that they had been in the last couple of hours -- as they were beaten, stripped, humiliated and raped. It was as if the chains of their bondage had just been broken by the magic of pure love. Deepa jerked herself into Rudra's lap and almost immediately she felt the hard erection of his penis against her own cunt. She felt his hands slide down to her butts and raise them off the ground and then he was pressing the soft swell of her clean shaven mons into his rapidly hardening penis. Perhaps it was the blood, perhaps it was the sweat or perhaps it was her own juices of sexual excitement but it seemed that with hardly any effort she found her son's big and hard penis sliding into her own vagina. She gave a groan of pleasure. "Ma. Does that hurt?" "No dear, this is heaven!" "Is it?" Deepa smiled and the light of the moon illuminated mother and son in a situation that could not be any more awkward! They had just been sexually humiliated by a powerful thug whom they had then murdered. They were trying to escape from people who must be baying for their blood, but were stranded alone in the middle of an unknown jungle, stark naked, with nothing to defend them or find their way to safety -- yet all they had on their mind was sex! Was it because it was the only oasis of certain comfort in these frightfully uncertain circumstances? Whatever may be the reason, for mother and son the profane pleasure of each other's bodies was the only reality and they revelled in it as time crawled to a halt in the moonlit forest! Seconds became minutes and perhaps even hours as Deepa and Rudra, mother and son, both naked, threw themselves together on the forest floor. Locked to each other from face to crotch, his penis pumping in and out of her cunt, their tongues darting through each other lips, they had abandoned logic and reason in the throes of a sexual excitement -- feeling each other, feeding on each other and draining the last dregs of succour and satisfaction from each other's bodies. Suddenly, Rudra felt a tightening of his loins, the first rumble of the approaching ejaculation. "Ma, I am coming," he hissed. But alas, that was not to be for at that very moment the tinkle of a far off bell broke their reverie and the two of them jumped apart! Deepa grabbed her phone and Rudra the talisman! "What on earth was that?" "Sounds like temple in the neighbourhood?" "Would it be safe to search for it?" "Unless you want to spend the night here." "Not a bad idea." Rudra grinned! "No, we must be nuts, behaving like this. When we should be thinking of saving our lives." Deepa was feeling a little guilty! "Then let us move forward again." "But how will we explain our current state to anyone?" "Let us find someone to explain to ... then we decide." Which is exactly how it happened. The sound of the bell was faint and distant but after walking for some more time, they spied a flicker of light through the trees. Creeping closer they found a derelict temple all wrapped up in the aerial roots of a giant banyan tree. There was no one in sight but a tiny lamp burning inside cast a faint glow through the broken door. "Should I go in and check?" Rudra volunteered. "No, you stay here and watch. I will go in." Deepa's voice was a command. She did not want to endanger her son but just to make him feel comfortable, she added "If you see any problem jump in." She flipped open the knife in the phone and walked briskly towards the light. But just before she reached it a wild and unkempt figure suddenly ran out of the temple and before either mother and son could react, he had prostrated himself in front of her feet and started shouting "Mother, Divine Mother ... you have come, at last I see you in your full glory!" He was bowing and banging his head on the floor again and again. Rudra rushed forward .. and then held back and watched .. Deepa was initially taken aback but realised almost immediately that the wild and, now that she noticed it, naked man on floor must either be a lunatic or more likely a tantrik adept who would have assumed that this bloody naked woman in front of him was an incarnation of the Divine Mother, Shakti, Kali or Durga! He must have been practising his divine crafts in the solitude of the jungle and would have believed that his incantations had caused the Goddess to materialise as a sign of benediction! Could she leverage this situation to their benefit? She decided that she must. After a few minutes, the adept raised his eyes and saw that Deepa had metamorphosed into a classic Devi posture -- with the knife raised in one hand while the other formed a gesture of benevolence. He stared long and hard at the image of Devi-in-the-Nude Deepa and suddenly he got up. "So you are the Devi who has killed that ogre Mastan during Sandhi Puja?" A smile of great beatitude cracked his lips. "How do you know?" Deepa was taken aback even as Rudra moved forward to see if he could help. "You may think that this is a jungle, but news travels fast. Everybody knows that the Ogre is dead ... and we are happy. In fact we are grateful to you my Devi, my Goddes, for being rid of him." "That means that his people would know that I am here. We are in trouble." "No one dares to come to this Chandi temple, the tantrik's den." "Baba! Holy Father!! I need your help." Deepa threw down her knife and prostrated herself at his feet. "Come, you are safe here. And who is this young man?" "My son, my bodyguard and more ..." "It seems that all of us are sky-clad (nude) here. Just as the Divine Mother Chandi is in this temple here." "I am sorry that there is nothing material that I can provide you with in this Chandi temple." Rakhal-baba, the tantrik adept, was very apologetic. "Other than a few fruits that some of my devotees leave near the banyan tree on the road, there is nothing else that comes in here." "We are blessed to be alive, Baba." Deepa was very reverential. Mother, son and their tantrik benefactor were squatting on the floor in the temple after a sparse meal of fruits. Deepa and Rudra had had a quick bath in a little pond behind the temple but all three were nude. Deepa had just finished explaining the absurdity of their current situation to the tantrik adept while Rudra was examining the gold talisman that his mother had snatched from the dying Mastan's neck. "Do you think that the Mastan's men will try to hunt us down? and kill us?" "These are total thugs who do things for profit. They would not touch you, unless there is a profitable reason to do so." "This talisman is made of solid gold and would cost a fortune." "But there is something here that could be more valuable." "I know, Mastan would refer to it as his most valuable possession -- his prana-bhomra, his life seed." "There is a tiny micro SD card located in this little chamber." "That must contain the passwords of his numerous bank accounts. He was always afraid that someone will take it from him." "Give me the cellphone, I will see if I can put it in and read the data there." "If that be the case, I am sure that the current crop of thugs will want to get their hands on it." "That gives us a bargaining chip, that will allow you to buy your freedom out of this hell hole." "We are at your mercy Baba. Can you please help us out with this?" "Who am I to help? My days are numbered. It is the Divine Mother who will lead you out of this." "But you could be her instrument? of our deliverance?" "You are a real smart Devi yourself." Smiled Rakhal Baba and Deepa was overcome by the sweetness of that aged, craggy face. "May I have the good fortune of being blessed by you?" Deepa kneeled forward and placed her head between the Baba's feet, inches from where the Baba's limp penis and gigantic balls were resting on the floor. Rudra was still fiddling with the the cellphone. He never noticed Baba's hands were on his mother's head and as Deepa watched with quiet satisfaction, the Baba's penis grew slowly erect until it was touching her forehead. "I think I have solved the problem." Rudra muttered to himself. "Can you see the passwords?" Deepa pulled herself up and turned to face her son. Her body was still shivering from the touch of the Baba's penis. "There is an excel spreadsheet plus some other files that I have copied into the phone memory." "Now we need to fix a trade." "Day is breaking and the two of you have barely slept tonight." "That is true, I am dog tired." "I suggest that you sleep now. Today is Navami, the ninth day of the bright quarter. Tonight I will try to get someone to meet the thugs and sort things out." ...... Mother and son, slept like a log through the day and it was late in afternoon Rakhal Baba came and called that they woke up. "What news?" "Deal is done. Mastan's sidekick Ratan is now the boss and all that he wants is the access to the bank accounts." "How will we give it to him?" "I would need to take it down to the banyan tree and leave it there and pick up your clothes and other articles." "And then we can leave?" "Not so fast Devi. Ratan is a smart and suspicious character. Only when he has accessed all the accounts and retrieved the money will he allow you to leave the forest." "Oh dear." "But don't worry, you will be safe here." "I hope that we will not be a distraction to your religious activities." "Perhaps you could help! After all every sadhak ( seeker) needs a sadhika for the sadhana (search)." There was a hint of smile playing on his lips. "Perhaps it will be my honour to do so." Deepa smiled as well. The three of them left the temple and followed a narrow and barely visible path through the forest. After fording a river and skirting a hill they finally arrived where the forest cover was beginning to thin out. "How far Baba?" Stepping out of the jungle in her state of nudity was something that Deepa was obviously uncomfortably with. The Saint or the Scoundrel Ch. 02 "You see that banyan tree," Rakhal-baba pointed to the horizon. "That is where I need to leave the that talisman and hopefully pick up your kit." "Should we wait for you here?" "That is up to you but I think you should. People are used to seeing me naked in this forest. They may be taken aback by a forest nymph and his stud of a son!" "OK. Here is the talisman." Deepa handed it over to Rakhal-baba. "We will never see this again, let me take a picture." Rakhal baba held the talisman up in front of his face and Rudra clicked a picture. Then tantrik took it and disappeared into the darkness. "What if he never comes back?" "Don't worry, kid. I can make out a genuine man from a mile away." Mother and son huddled in the forest and were silent for a long time. Then Rudra whispered. "Ma have you noticed something about Rakhal baba?" "What?" "The size of his penis? His balls?" "I am not surprised.Tantriks have sex as a part of the their liturgy, their sacrament -- an outward expression of their religion." "What if he tries to rape you?" "If I read him right, he would never force himself but .." "But what?" "To be honest I really wouldn't mind!" "You have had sex with many people." "Yes dear ... but what are you getting at?" "Do you really enjoy having sex? Do you look forward to sex?" "Why do you ask?" "Because of the kind of people that you seem to be having sex with are not very nice ones." "Oh well, when did I last have a choice?" sighed Deepa. "But on the other hand, I have been dreaming of sex ever since ..." "Ever since your body realised what sex means." "I have been jerking off, masturbating .." "Until you finally got to actually fuck me yesterday." "I wish it was different but then, I really could not help myself." "See even now, you are getting an erection." Deepa smiled and stroked her son's penis. "I cannot help myself, Ma." "When the situation is right, sex is a rich and powerful passion." "So you think that Rakhal-baba can create that right situation." "I have not had consensual sex, loving sex, for a very long time, kiddo ... and sometimes the mind craves for it. And the body is a slave of the mind ... as this erect penis of yours is a slave of your deepest desires." "Being naked together in the forest is a ... is a .." "Dangerous situation, because we are mother and son ... not lovers in the conventional sense." "Who is bothered about convention?" Rakhal-baba's booming voice caught them totally unawares! "Oh Baba, you are back!" Deepa was the first to recover her wits and turn away from her son. "Mother and son, lord and lover .. all these relationships are but illusory when you contemplate upon the Divine." "I don't understand." "You will, when the time comes. But look I have got your clothes. You can get dressed now" Hurriedly, mother and son put on their clothes. The thugs had also sent back their wallets and purses that had been confiscated at the gate and they were relieved to see that credit cards, driver's licenses, cash and everything else were all there. The thugs had kept their part of the bargain. But they had also sent a warning that if they could not access the bank accounts then mother and son would be murdered in the forest! "Now what?" "We go back to the temple and wait for the all clear signal." "How long will that be?" "I don't know but what is the hurry?" "Nothing, but I want to leave this place and its terrible memories behind." "You will. Tomorrow is Vijaya Dashami, where the world celebrates the killing of the demon -- including the demon that you have slain. Then three weeks from now is the new moon when tantriks will celebrate Kali and householders will welcome the Deepannwita Lakshmi, the Divine Lady of Grace. Would you not want to join us Deepa?" "Of course Baba ... of course we will," said Deepa immediately and Rudra shook his head in vigorous agreement. The next three weeks passed in a blur. With cash in their pocket and clothes to cover their nudity, mother and son paid a few surreptitious visits to a village bazar under the cover of darkness and managed to get a few provisions that Deepa managed to cook in an open fire behind the dilapidated temple. One morning Deepa woke up to discover that she had had her menstrual period. Rudra gallantly offered to get some sanitary pads for her but Deepa didn't care. In fact she was jubilant. "Now I know that there is no chance of me carrying that bastard's child." "Did he ejaculate?" "I don't think so, but now I am so relieved that even if he did, it did not matter." "The Goddess knows what to accept and what to throw away," was all that Rakhal said mysteriously! They also spent a few days exploring the beauty of the Chotanagpur forests, the Ghats, the tiny, quick flowing rivers where Rudra even caught a few fish -- it was like a grand picnic, but under the shadow of the thugs! Rakhal-baba was generally indifferent to their existence. He went about in his state of nudity, spending most of his time in prayer, chants, incantations in the temple until it was the time of the new moon, Kali Puja! "Mother, I need you tonight." Deepa was startled to hear Rakhal-baba addressing her as Mother. "Yes, my Lord, I am at your service." "For the last three weeks, I have seen you as my Mother, Mother Kali, but tonight, my Mother will become my Lover." "I am ready my Lord, to take my Lord as my Lover." "But you need to be strong, very strong and do exactly what I tell you." "I will. Your wish is my command, my Lord." "This may be a very difficult command but I am sure you can do it." "What is it my Lord? Let me hear it." "I will tell you when the time is right." "I will not fail you my Lord. I promise you in the name of the Goddess Chandi who has saved us from certain death." "And promise me that you will leave this jungle tomorrow, and never ever come back here again." "Never? Shall we not see you again?" "No, I have heard from Ratan and he is happy with the bank accounts that you have given him." "And how shall we leave?" "You remember that banyan tree? there will be a bus there at the crack of dawn. It will take you to Chandil." ... That evening, Rakhal created a pyre behind the temple where, as he explained helpfully, they would later need to light a holy flame. An hour before midnight Rakhal-baba led Deepa to the pond and after stripping her naked took her into the water and had a bath together. Rudra followed the couple but stayed discreetly in the background. Still in the nude, Rakhal and Deepa walked into the temple but Rudra was not sure if he should intrude into their privacy when Rakhal-babu smiled and gestured him to come inside. "I need you to ring these tiny temple bells when our worship starts," Rudra was relieved, "and throw some incense into the fire if it seems to be going out." Next, Rakhal pulled out a big pot of local liquor took a huge swig and held it out for Deepa and Rudra. It was real strong stuff and neither of them could handle more than two or three gulps each. Then at 24 minutes before midnight, just as the buzz from the liquor hit them, Rakhal lit a set of oil lamps in front of the stone image of the naked Goddess Chandi, threw in a handful incense and filled the room with a dark, roiling smoke! Then he sat down in front of the idol and pulled Deepa into his lap -- and through the smoke, Rudra saw that his giant erection gently and smoothly had slipped into his mother's cunt. What followed was an explosion of sexual activity. Rakhal was loudly chanting strange mantras, Deepa was moaning and groaning with pleasure and Rudra was tinkling the temple bells. In the flickering light of the fire and the coils of incense smoke Rakhal and Deepa, The Tantrik and his sadhika, the Lord and the Lover, The Mother and the Son, Kali and Shiva, Durga and Shiva all seemed to merge into an expression of inexplicable exuberance. Rudra watched with mixture of terror and ecstasy as his Mother shrieked and squealed on her Lover's erection and the two of them tumbled across the floor -- sometimes it was the man on top and sometimes it was the woman! It was as if a seething cauldron of sexual ecstasy was flooding through the room. In all this turmoil of excitement, Rudra found that -- as in the past -- his hands were in his pants, stroking and pulling at his own erection. This might have gone on for hours but if somebody had kept an eye of the clock then at the exact stroke of midnight Rakhal's voice rang out with a loud call to Kali. Through the dense smoke, Rudra saw that his body was jerking with massive ejaculation and Deepa too was screaming with pleasure as she felt the flow of his hot semen spray into her womb! Strangely enough, Rudra too, came in his own fists! Suddenly all went quiet. Rakhal got up and dragged Deepa to her feet. A hurried word in her ear and then he grasped the dagger from the idol of Chandi and gave it to her -- and before she knew it, Rakhal had pushed the dagger, which was still in Deepa's hand, into his own neck!! "Mother you have now liberated me from these mortal bonds," was the last words that he uttered and collapsed on the ground -- at the feet of Deepa and the idol of the Goddess. For a minute, everything was silent! Rudra was the first to regain his senses. "Ma, I don't think we should stay here any more." "I never thought that it would end like this." "Let us run for the bus." "First let me wash off the blood and put on some clothes." "And perhaps we should put him on the funeral pyre that he had created for himself and set his mortal remains alight." .......................... Mother and son reached Calcutta late in the day but fortunately the next day, was a holiday for Bhai-Phonta ( or Bhai-Dooj, when sisters fete their brothers.) They got up late and the first thing that they heard on TV was the news of Mastan's death in a road accident in Jharkhand! "Why are they covering up the real story, Ma." Rudra was curious. "I think that Ratan is happy to get the money and does not want a big investigation into the circumstances .." "That is good for us. Isn't it?" "You bet! I wouldn't want the police coming and asking us too many questions." ......................... Another two weeks passed and the November weather was turning really pleasant. Days were becoming really short and Rudra was alone in their apartment, fidgeting in front of his computer. There was something that he had to say and share with his mother and mother alone but her mobile had been switched off for the past one hour. He was about to call her again when the bell rang and he rushed to the door. "Mother, I have some great news ..." he started to blurt out. "But I too have some greater news as well." She cut him out with a big smile. "You have to listen to me first." "Wait till I tell you mine." Mother and son were at a deadlock. "Shall we toss a coin?" Rudra smiled. "No. Wait. Let us savour this. Fix me a drink while I take a quick shower." The next fifteen minutes were a torture for both mother and son but it was torture that was very pleasurable indeed. Rudra found a bottle of vodka and poured out two stiff pegs and was fidgeting on sofa when Deepa walked in ... and took his breath away! Deepa was radiant! She was wearing a pair of white pajamas that stopped at her knees and a thin sleeveless shirt which had most of its buttons open. She was still drying her long hair that hung in an unruly mass around her smiling face. "Kiddo, you must hear me first." She smiled and sat down on the sofa facing Rudra. "Ok. Ladies first ... as usual." "You know where I had been?" "How would I know?" "To the medical testing lab!" She was positively beaming. "For what?" "To confirm what I had already suspected ... that I am pregnant! I am going to have another baby" "Oh Ma.. how sweet of you." Rudra bubbled. "And who is the father?" "Guess .. you are old enough to figure that out." "God! It must be Rakhal baba ... in front of the Goddess Chandi!". "Of course, you remember that I had my periods just a few days before ..." "Oh what an awesome baby you must be having in here ..." Rudra rushed forward and started feeling his mother's tummy inside her shirt. "Yes, kid. That is indeed a very precious gift that we have brought back from Chandil." "And I was present when you conceived him .. or her." Rudra was suddenly feeling very horny again. "I saw Rakhal baba fucking you in that temple right here ..." He untied his mother's pajama strings and pulled it down. A layer of rough stubble had sprouted on Deepa's pubes where Rudra had started to kiss her. "You are tickling me," Deepa squealed but did not stop her son. Infact she tousled her hair and rubbed his nose on her cunt. "This calls for a real celebration." Rudra turned around to pick up the vodka and handed one to Deepa. "Cheers ..." and they clinked glasses. "Now what is your story? kiddo." In his excitement, Rudra had forgotten what he had been waiting to tell his mother. "Ok, you remember that spreadsheet that was there in that talisman." "Yes, the one containing the passwords -- the one that we had to give to Ratan." "We had given the spreadsheet to Ratan but there was something else in that disk that I had copied into your magic phone." "What was that?" "It was a private key to the account of a Liechtenstein bank?" "I don't understand what you mean .. but do I smell fortune?" "Yes," beamed Rudra. "Common ebanking portals have a simple userid and password but the real big ones that deal with real shady people have a different mechanism -- they have encrypted keyfiles that must be sent across when you want to access the account." "And you did not give that to Ratan? What if he comes after us?" "He would not even know that it exists. He would be happy to pull out the money from the plethora of Indian banks ... and I am sure that there were crores of rupees with them." "But this Liechtenstein bank? what is in there?" "That is exactly what I have cracked today. It is a numbered account with no names and addresses. Only a number and a private key file that is stored in your cellphone and now in my computer!" "So only we have access to it!" "Yes, Ma ... " "And how much is the money that we have there?" "More than 20 million Euros! Can you believe that?" "Can we pull it out?" "I just transferred a small amout -- about ten thousand rupees -- to your SBI account. I did not wish to raise suspicions with anything larger yet" "Has it come?" Deepa could hardly believe her ears. "Yes!" smiled Rudra, "you can check your account and you will find the credit. Ma ... we are rich now!" "Yes ... yes ... we are rich." Deepa threw the whole of the vodka into her throat and jumped up in joy. "We are rich!" she was exultant. "We wouldn't have to up with any nonsense from anyone anymore." She threw her arms around her son oblivious to the fact that her pajamas had dropped off. Rudra picked her up in his arms and felt her legs wrap around his waist ... her pubic stubble rough on his belly! For the next one hour later mother and son, still not able to believe their good fortune, looked carefully through the accounts of both the European and the Indian banks until they were sure that they really had the money. "So how do we celebrate this Ma?" "What do you want to do son?" "Can I fuck you once again ... nice and smooth and lovingly." "Sure," she pulled off his pants but the vodka was faster than her and before she knew it, Rudra was dead to the world, sleeping peacefully in his mother's arms. Deepa smiled to herself. Perhaps there will be another day but right now, for some strange reason she was neither sleepy nor too horny. She got up and picked up yet another shot of vodka when her eyes fell on the all important cellphone that had played such an important role in their life. It was a knife, it was a file storage device and then she remembered it was also a camera ... and it would have the picture of Rakhal baba, the father of the child in her womb, taken when he was carrying the talisman away .... She looked through the files until she found the image and brought it to the screen ... and she gasped! in utter surprise!! Staring at her from behind the talisman, that he was holding out in his hand, was not Rakhal baba, the Saint from Chandil, but the smiling face of the man whom she knew as the Scoundrel Mastan!!! How could that be? Her brain was in a whirl? Was it the vodka? No she shook her head to clear the cobwebs and looked again ... and there it was right in front of her eyes. Mastan smiling at her from the phone display. "No, it cannot be ..." she screamed and tried to close the picture and pressed some keys. There was a message on the screen ... "Confirm delete?" She pressed another key and the picture was erased for ever! A wave of confusion washed over Deepa. Did she see it right? How could it be? She wondered. After all there had been a three week gap between .... But then again how was it that the death was announced only after they were back in Calcutta! So who was the father of the child in her belly? The Saint? or the Scoundrel? Or were they same? Did it matter? Did she really care? ......................... Have a Happy Durga Puja 2012!