Faintheart to Braveheart.

Manish looked at the calendar. It was three years since his dad had passed away. He still remembered how Manisha, his mother was devastated by his death. But kudos to her, she had selflessly and single handedly put him through College, till he had got his degree. Soon thereafter, he had managed to get a job. Things couldn't have been better & he was happy, that his mother could now relinquish her job. The death anniversary of his father was fast approaching and for the first time in the last many years, he was contributing finances necessary for the expenses. Usually they had most of their relatives arriving at least a day before the necessary ceremonies would be performed. It was no different this time around and the relatives started pouring in for the traditional rituals. The day came and everything worked out excellently and Manish was feeling pretty satisfied, that he had not failed in his duty. As the day came to an end, the relatives began to leave. There were the usual tears, and goodbyes floating around. Manish was busy seeing them off. After the last of the guests had left or so he thought, he proceeded to the kitchen to get a glass of water. As he entered the kitchen, he was stunned by the scene that was in front of him. His father's youngest brother Uncle Siddharth was trying to kiss his mother and she was helplessly resisting him as he continued to forcibly hug her. He had both his arms around her and was forcing her against the kitchen platform, and due to his strength, her back was arched over the kitchen platform. Manish was so infuriated, that when he was about to make his presence felt, he heard his mom say

"Please, For Gods sake let me go. Somebody might walk in, please Siddh let me go."

Manish heard her and noted that she was referring to Uncle Siddharth as Siddh and that set him thinking that she probably was avoiding him due to the chance of somebody seeing them rather than her resisting him as he had earlier thought.

"Come on Manisha, you have not been with a man since you have been widowed. Surely you need to be taken care of. Why not allow me? You must be masturbating! A prick is a prick and a dildo can never be a substitute for the original. Come on honey; give me a kiss at least."

Manish barged in, and pulled the bastard off her. Before he knew what happened, he had kneed him in his groin. Siddharth yelped in pain and as his head came down, his knee continued till Siddharth's chin made contact with his raised knee. Siddharth screamed in pain and his head snapped back and met the base of Manish's palm hitting his nostril so hard, that the nasal septum cracked. Manish literally dragged Siddharth by his collar and kicked him out on to the street. To say his Mom was stunned with the brutality she witnessed her son let loose on Uncle Siddharth, would be an understatement.

Manisha tried to thank him and make conversation, but Manish would have none of it, and just plain avoided talking with her. This went on for weeks. She was under extreme strain and pressure, as she just couldn't understand as to why her son had suddenly become a stranger and had stopped communicating with her. Despite Manish realizing the trauma he was putting his mother under, he could not get that last bit of conversation out of his head. It kept coming back to him:

"Please, For Gods sake let me go. Somebody might walk in, please SIDDH let me go."

She must have been intimate enough with him to refer to him as SIDDH. It was too personal for his liking and every time he thought about it, Manish would seethe in anger. His anger soon turned into hatred, but he had no valid explanation for this irrational behavior. It was probably two months after the incident, when his Mother confronted him one evening.

"Son! I don't know what is bothering you. Ever since that day, it is as if we have become strangers. You don't even look at me anymore apart from not even acknowledging my presence. Son, I cannot take it anymore. I am not responsible if Siddh tried to force me. You were there and you know nothing happened. And if I do not know, what I have done wrong, for you to behave this way, how am I going to improve the situation."

"Mom, if you feel you have done no wrong and that I am not justified in my anger, you and SIDDH are welcome to your opinion. I couldn't care less."

"But, honey, what are you angry about?"

"You think I am an idiot? If you were not instrumental into egging him on, why would he hit upon you?"

"SIDDH is probably six to seven years elder than you. That puts both of you in probably the same age group. Now, tell me honestly, if I was not your mother, would you also not try your luck with a young widow, who has not been with a man for about three years?"

Manish was stupefied with her question. He looked at her anew. She sure had a body, and a great one at that. She was 5 feet 5 tall. She was probably 40 but she had the face and body of a 26 year old. She was to say the least VOLUPTUOUS. Manish couldn't help his dick hardening. Her breasts must be 38D, he thought. He hastily pushed the thoughts away and asked her whether she had ever been intimate with SIDDH.

She almost screamed, "Of course not! And how dare you insinuate..." her voice trailed.

"Then, do you have any sane explanation, as to how you refer to him as SIDDH!"

"What is your problem son? He was very young when I got married to your father, and he used to hang around me all the time. I've been calling him SIDDH from day one. As a matter of fact, I know that I was his first crush. But, that is a phase every teenager goes through. In fact, if you think back, you too were in love with your teacher, who taught you History."

"I think I understand and Mom, I am sorry."

"That's all right honey. But, what I cannot understand is, why you were so angry. Retrospectively, when I think back, I am unable to understand the extent of your anger, which was nearly bordering on hate."

She was looking at him when she was talking and then her features changed.

"Honey, my God! You were jealous. That's it. There can be no other explanation."

lHe stood rooted where he was. It began to dawn upon him that she was probably right. She quickly turned and went away to her room leaving him standing speechless. They did not see each other that evening. She remained in her room whilst he stayed put in the confines of his room. The next morning he came to the living room with a lot of misgivings. She was not to be seen. He found his breakfast laid on the table. He meekly ate the stuff and quickly left to return after work in the evening. A week passed by and now he was the one who was traumatized. He had not seen his mother the entire week although she was looking after the house, churning out meals in time, keeping the house tidy and clean etc., But, he was now missing her and he cursed himself endlessly for his foolhardiness. At the same time, he realized the full implications----- he wanted her physically. He decided upon a plan of action. He'd return earlier than her and she would have to see him, as she entered the house. There was no way she could then avoid him. Accordingly he returned early and waited for her arrival. He was parked on the couch dressed in shorts and a t-shirt when Manisha arrived home. She found him sitting in the living room reading a book. She stood in the doorway gazing at him. He looked up at her and smiled. Manisha merely looked blankly at him and moved towards her room. He hastily got up and stood in front of her, blocking her way.

"Mom, let bygones be bygones. Please sit with me. We need to clear the atmosphere. Puhleez!"

"This is exactly what I was worried about. Anyways, I have located a place for myself and will be out of here next week. You can lookout for a girl in your age group and get married or get laid, for all I care."

"Mommm!"

"Stop that sniveling. You are like your dad. Always seeking self sympathy. Remember the Bravehearts get what they want, irrespective of the odds. It is the faintheart who lags behind in life and that will be your fate, if you don't learn to become a Braveheart." With that she pushed him aside and strode into her room.

He kept hearing her words again and again. He thought to himself, that was she communicating something? He was absolutely sure, he was missing something here. As he continued to ponder, it started dawning on him, that taking matters into his hands would mean that he must make the first move. That is what she had obviously meant. If he had the guts, he should be able to bypass social norms and make his move. As long as he would be stuck with morality and ethics, he belonged to the category of the fainthearts of this world and would have to suffer losing her. If he chose he could become a Braveheart and forget the word incest existed in the dictionary. It was close to Nine in the night, by the time he figured it out. He hoped to hell he was right. He tried her bedroom door. He was on the right track, else, why would she have left it unlocked. He opened the door and saw her lying on the bed. She was sleeping on her side with her face turned away from him. He approached the bed and initially sat on the edge of the bed. His weight caused the mattress to depress, but she did not move. He became bolder and lay down on the bed also lying on his side facing her back. Manisha lay on her side, pretended to be asleep.

She felt her son come up behind her, his erection pressing her back through his shorts. Manish's hand swept up her sari clad thigh and across to her bare stomach. His mouth sought out her neck as his hand encompassed her breast fondling it through her cotton blouse. She murmured 'no' but his tongue was now in action. He licked the inside of her ear while he continued to fondle her breast. He pushed his rod against her back, while he tried to undo her blouse. He struggled for a moment, and then tore her blouse away. He scooped her breasts out of her bra and started squeezing them like a madman.

As he nibbled her earlobe he lightly moaned and let his hand journey down and into her petticoat. He reached her soaking cunt and as his hand went inside, his fingers sought out her pussy. There was now no pretence, and she turned over. She pulled her son to herself and sucked hungrily on his lower lip. Their mouths met and their tongues wrestled as they tongue fucked each other.

He stripped her off her sari and tore her panties down while she pulled his shorts down. His cock sprang free, his swollen tip with pre cum poking into her belly. He left her lips and said, "BRAVEHEART is here to fuck you mom." He pulled her onto him as his hands roughly grasped her ass cheeks, moving her up his body until his hard dick was between her thighs and her pussy was hugging it. She sat upright and holding his cock directed it to her pussy. He rocked her back and forth on him, sucking her nipples and thrusting deep upwards to impale her. She was turned on. Suddenly, he pushed her off him. He got behind her and lifted her hips slipping his cock into her gaping gash. But he didn't just want to fuck her like a dog. After a few strokes he slipped out and she soon found out what he intended to do. She experienced a thrill that coursed through her entire body when she felt his tongue at her asshole. He lubricated her asshole and sure enough his dick was nuzzling her asshole. She wanted to protest, but did not.

"God I am going to shove it up your ass momzie, fuck you like a whore."

His cock began to slide inside her.

"You are sooooooo tight, you fucking whore."

His meat went in up to his balls.

"Dad ever fuck you like this before?"

Her face buried in the pillow he began to fuck her ass in earnest. As his cock banged away deep inside her ass, his balls slapped against her butt cheeks. He could tell that she was close to getting an orgasm and he slapped her ass.

"Cum for me mommy, cum like a whore."

He pulled her hair and caused her to arch while continuing to thrust into her till she screamed, not in agony, but her first vocalized shrieking pleasure combined with physical orgasm. He slipped out of her and turned her onto her back. She saw his hard wet cock in front of her face. He moving over to her and placed his erected cock on her lips.

"Wow, you are still hard honey!" She said.

"Yes, bitch, now suck my cock!"

She opened her mouth and took him in her mouth and sucked on his cock. While continuing to deep throat him she lubricated her finger with her wet pussy and brought it up behind him finding his ass. She caressed his asshole with her wet finger and ever so slowly penetrated her finger in his ass. As, she sucked on his cock little by little she inserted her finger. She heard a moan coming from him. She quickly found his prostate and started massaging it. He dug his hands into her hair, his head thrown back as she swallowed all of him deep into her throat. He could feel himself getting closer, and he tried to hold back, but every time he looked at her she sent him over the edge again. He couldn't stop watching her as she ran her hands over his thighs, then reaching to cup his balls in her palm. He moaned again, and she stared up at him with her innocent and yet sexy eyes. He knew he was about to unload as he felt it shooting up his length. He wanted to cumin her mouth and he held her face to ensure, but she was more than willing. As fast as he jerked she took it in her mouth and that which she could not swallow she licked it from her lips, and from the head of his dick, smiling at him as he shuddered. She was a picture with his cum hanging from her lips, and her tongue darting out to catch every last drop and she milked every last drop out of him. She looked at him in wonder.

"Gawdalmighty! You are still hard!"

Without a word, he moved on top of her. He placed the head of his cock just at the entrance to her cunt and then withdrew it. He continued to play with her pussey with the tip of his shaft. He ran the head around her swollen lips but didn't enter her. She was deeply aroused and she was whining and pleading for him to fuck her. Finally, with one big thrust he entered her. She gasped as if the wind had been knocked out of her. He began fucking her slowly, with soft thrusting and occasional grinding. She was moaning and groaning in pleasure. She had her beautiful long legs wrapped around his back and would slowly slide them down the back of his ass and legs and up again, encircling his waist, drawing him harder into her. Then he began to increase his pace. First he was simply going fast. Then, he began to pound into her violently. She was surprised at the fact that she was in fact enjoying being fucked ferociously and savagely. She began to scream in pleasure while he continued to pound her. She writhed and screamed as she felt her repeated orgasms. Finally, she knew he was about to come. His ass cheeks tightened as did his thighs, and within moments he started ejaculating into her.

"You are good son. Damn good!"

"The show has just begun mommzie...."