Silken Web

'You like sucking my finger and kissing my palm' she asked pressing her cheeks hard on his and holding his head.

'Yes, I love it' he said and started nibbling her other fingers.

'Bite them' cried Pushpa turning her face to his.

Hearing this Suresh took hold of her hand firmly and looking straight in her eyes, he bit one of her finger.

As Suresh bit her finger Pushpa moved her cheek close to his mouth and said 'bite my cheek'

Suresh was delighted on hearing her words. He let go of her hand and holding her face with both hands he pulled her cheek to his lips and bit them lightly.

Pushpa's body shuddered at this and pressing her cheek to his lips 'bite hard' she said.

Suresh opened his mouth wide and taking in as much of her rosy cheek inside his mouth, he bit her hard.

Pushpa screamed with passion and turning her face she brushed his lips with hers.

As her lips brushed his, Suresh held her face tightly in his and when his lips searched for hers she avoided the contact.

To tease him, Pushpa avoided the contact of his lips on hers and as she pulled her face away for him, Suresh suddenly lunged forward and putting his arm around her back he held her tightly in his arms and took captive of her.

When Pushpa smiled on being cornered, be brought his lips over hers and kissed her hard.

Pushpa lost all energy when Suresh's hand held her captive and his lips founds hers. She immediately put her arms around his head and holding them in her hands she kissed him back passionately.

Suresh's opened his lips and sucking hers inside his mouth, he ravished them. Sucking her lips passionately he slid his tongue inside her mouth which Pushpa welcomed by lapping her hot tongue over it. Suresh continued ravishing her lips and when he felt he was about to spurt in his pants he pulled Pushpa's body close onto his chest.

Pushpa felt him pulling her, a little late. By the time she could stop him, she felt her petite bosom smash against his chest and his hands encircled her back and held her captive again. As Suresh pulled Pushpa, her body was on the brink of orgasm and as she felt her breasts crush on his chest her body thrashed and a stream drained out from her cunt.

As Suresh succeeded in emracing Pushpa's body to his and on feeling her soft bosom on his chest his pecker started throbbing in his pants and before he could properly grasp her in his arms and cuddle her he shot his cum in his pants.

Pushpa took longer to regain her composure and when she lifted herself from him she said to herself 'like father, like son'

Suresh hearing her murmuring something smiled at her and when she made faces at him, he held her again in his arms.

Pushpa's body throbbed again as he held her and before he could embrace her tightly in his arms she freed herself.

Looking down at the smiling face of his she said 'you are a beast' and left him.

Suresh was so glad with the day's proceedings that he lay awake most of the night visualizing things that took place and this resulted in getting up late the next morning.

CHAPTER II

Next morning it was Pushpa who knocked at the door of Smitha and entered her bed room. As she entered Smitha who was lying idle on the bed came alive.

As Pushpa stood at the door wearing a nightgown, Smitha got stimulated on seeing her showing off her charms. Smitha lying on the bed stared at her gorgeous figure which was so very well proportioned. Her lithe body, her supple chest, her sinuous waistline, her well curved thighs and her long graceful legs were a sight to behold. After seeing her she could not help from saying out 'you look gorgeous'

'Thank you' said Pushpa and bolted the door before coming near her.

Smitha's body shot up with desire on seeing her bolt the door and when Pushpa enquired about her back, 'see for yourself' she replied and turned over on the bed.

'Ah! Yes' said Pushpa climbing on the bed and on settling down near her. Then holding Smitha's sari said 'we will set this straight' she pushed her sari aside.

As she set her sari aside Pushpa was thrilled to see that Smitha had worn a blouse which had hooks in the front. This inspired her and without hurrying, she looked at her wounds and touching them softly she said 'they are looking better today'

Smitha nodded her head in reply and nuzzled her head deep in the pillow.

Pushpa finding Smitha in a lively mood asked her softly 'do you want me to apply cream or do you want me powder your back'

'As you wish' she replied.

'Then let me apply the cream' saying this she put her hands on Smitha's shoulders and squeezed them.

'Okay' replied Smitha.

Squeezing her shoulders and caressing it, Pushpa said in a hushed voice 'permit me to remove your blouse'

'Yes' Smitha replied and raised herself a little to allow her to remove the blouse.

'Its okay, relax' saying this Pushpa slid her hands to under Smitha's arms down from her shoulders.

As Pushpa's hands slid under her arms, Smitha lifted her hands and hugged the pillow to her.

Pushpa could maneuver her hands under Smitha's armpits freely and as she caressed the sides of her back, Smitha shifted and lay flat on the bed.

Pushpa then pushed her hands further down and bringing them over her curved waist she squeezed the soft flesh.

Smitha's moan was muffled by the pillow.

Caressing the soft flesh of her waist Pushpa slid her hands under her belly and lifted Smitha up a little.

Smitha obliged and as she lifted herself up Pushpa slid her hands under her swollen breasts and without cupping her breasts or caressing them she unhooked her blouse and holding its edges she removed it from her body.

On being void of her blouse Smitha's bare back was glistening with the morning light and Pushpa let her eyes feast upon her lush back. After looking at every pore of her bare back, Pushpa went on applying the ointment on her wounds and when she covered all, she picked up the Talcum Powder.

Smitha shivered as she saw Pushpa take hold of the can of Talcum powder.

Pushpa went on sprinkling the powder lavishly over her body and when she felt it was enough, she started to massage Smitha's body. Her hands slid smoothly over her rich back and when they came near her arms she slid them under her armpits and caressed her coarse hair. Smitha squirmed in delight as she felt her hands under her armpits and she started to moan softly.

It was then that Pushpa slid her hands from under her arm pits. First they felt her collar bones and sliding further she felt the swollen part of her bosom. Pushpa let her hands rest on her bosom and as Smitha did not object she started fondling them. Feeling the warm soft flesh of her bosom she pushed her hands down and slid them inside her bra.

Smitha let out a wild cry as she felt her hands slide inside her bra.

Relax said Pushpa pushing her hands further inside the bra and cupping her breasts in her hands.

Smitha moaned louder and thrashed her head on the pillow.

Gripping both her breasts in her hands Pushpa bent down and bringing her face over Smitha's back she started kissing the warm flesh of her skin. Smitha went wild with passion and as Pushpa's face encountered the thin strap of her bra she unclasped it with her mouth. Smitha cried out loudly as she felt the strap of bra being released.

Pushpa unclasped her bra with the help of her teeth and as the bra was loosened she cupped both her breasts in her hands and squeezed them.

'What are you doing' hissed Smitha in passion.

'I want to have a look' said Pushpa as she tried to turn Smitha over.

'No don't' said Smitha half heartedly as she turned a little.

'Just a glance' saying this Pushpa turned Smitha on her back.

As she turned, Smitha's hands flew to her eyes and covered them.

Pushpa had a bird's view of her chest and bosom. Seeing the swollen mounds of her breasts trying to pop out from the black bra, she felt aroused. Instantly she put her hands on her bra and slowly pulled it out from her body.

Smitha's swollen breasts were exposed to her eyes. Her eyes took to every pore of the skin of her breasts and on centering their attention to her erect dark brown nipples, 'they are very beautiful.' she said

'Oh! Pushpa' cried Smitha opening her eyes.

'You have the most beautiful mounds of flesh. Let me fondle them' saying this, she took both her breasts in her hands.

Smitha felt Pushpa's hands caressing her breasts and as she looked up at her she saw Pushpa's face was covered with sweat. She caught hold of her sari's end and wiped the sweat from her face.

Pushpa's eyes went wild with passion. She brought her face down and planted a kiss at Smitha's color bone.

Smitha held Pushpa's head in both her arms. Pushpa opened her mouth and started kissing Smitha from her color bone to the swell of her breasts.

Smitha jerked her body in passion. Pushpa brought her face and lodged it between the rich mounds of her breasts.

Pushpa brushed her lips between her breasts. Her body was on fire. She could not sustain it any longer. Putting her hands behind Smitha's back and gripping her she lay flat upon her body.

Smitha hugged Pushpa's body as she too was nearing the climax.

Pushpa lips darted in search of her nipples and on finding them she sucked her erect nipple deep into her mouth.

Smitha screamed and her body convulsed as orgasm over orgasm shook her.

Pushpa did not let go sucking her nipple. Holding Smitha in both her arms she pulled Smitha's body over hers. This made Smitha to lie over her. She shoved her nipple in Pushpa's mouth. Pushpa went berserk sucking them.

Now it was Smitha's turn. She slid down over Pushpa's body till her face was just above Pushpa's face. Pushpa had opened her mouth wide as she was sucking her nipples earlier. The open mouthed face of Pushpa was very enticing. Smitha looking at her lips said

'Your lips are promiscuous'

'Are they' she asked?

'Yes, and I am going to kiss them' she said.

'Please' hissed Pushpa wetting her lips with her tongue.

'Open your mouth wider' commanded Smitha.

Pushpa opened her mouth wide.

Smitha thrust her tongue inside Pushpa's mouth and started lapping her insides. Pushpa closed her lips on her tongue and as soon as she did so, Smitha rammed her lips on hers and kissed them fervently. She sucked her lips deep inside her mouth and her tongue ravaged the insides of Pushpa's mouth.

Kissing her Smitha put her hand down and as it landed on the opening of her night gown, she slid her hand in and Pushpa screamed in delight.

Smitha forced her hand inside and as Pushpa was not wearing any bra, her hand met with the soft mellow breast of hers. Smitha cupped her small mound in her hand. Pushpa was going wild with passion and as she felt Smitha's hand squeeze her mellow breast she creamed in her pants and cried out 'I am coming, I am coming.'

Smitha hugged her to her body and when her passion subsided, Pushpa got up and kissed Smitha passionately on her lips.

Smitha coming out of the trance and still holding Pushpa said 'I don't know what took over me.'

'You had it all trapped inside and it had to blow out' she replied.

'But what we did? Is it right' she asked again?

'There's no harm in it and of course you needed it very badly' replied Pushpa.

'Yes, I am a starved woman' replied Smitha.

'I can understand your feelings. That is why I have come to you' said Pushpa.

'Do you know, My husband is a rogue' she said.

'It is obvious from your wounds' replied Pushpa.

'I am worried about my son' said she.

'You don't have to. He will understand your feelings' replied Pushpa.

'I have only him to fall back on' she said.

'And he wont disappoint you, I promise' said Pushpa.

'He is so adoring and so obedient' she said thinking of him fetching the cream and applying it on her.

'Yes, and as he is a willing student, you can mould him in any manner you want' Pushpa said thinking of him on the sofa.

'I have to take more care of him' said Smitha.

'Yes and also be free with him' said Pushpa boldly.

'Meaning' asked Smitha?

'Well he is growing up. His dad is always out and he needs all the love and support which only you can give him. Be liberal, encourage him and hold him close to your heart' she said.

'Encourage him. In what way' Smitha asked?

'How shall I say? Allow him to anoint your back, show him a little of your charms and encourage him as you encouraged me' she said smiling at her.

'What you are implying is a bit difficult to enact' said Smitha.

'Did you not like what happened just now' she asked?

'Yes' she replied.

'Did you find anything wrong or did you find any difficulty in doing it' she asked?

After thinking for a while she replied 'No'

'Then what's troubling you' she asked.

'With him will it not be different' she asked?

'Yes, it would be different but to the liking of you both' she said.

'Will you be there if anything goes wrong' she asked looking at her?

'I have come here with that purpose' said Pushpa.

(At that moment Smitha could not read the meaning of it. It was only when all the pieces of puzzle fell in place she realized it.)

'How shall I start' asked Smitha?

'Continue from where you left yesterday. Ask him to remove your blouse before applying the cream' said Pushpa.

'Shall I wear this one' she asked lifting the blouse she had worn earlier.

'No it would be asking for too much. Wear the one which has hooks on the back' replied Pushpa.

'I will try' said Smitha putting her clothes back on her.

'By the way, where does he go every morning' she asked?

'He goes for a swim, and then goes to a Gym and then he is with his friends for a while' said Smitha.

'Where does he go for a swim' asked Pushpa casually.

'Why? He goes to the pond in our estate' replied Smitha.

'Good' saying this Pushpa got up and left Smitha alone.

Smitha got up and after a change of clothes she came down but did not find Pushpa. She forgot about her and went out to take care of her duties.

It was late in the evening that Pushpa came in and straight away went to her room complaining of a head ache.

Ten minutes later Suresh stepped in and by the look of him, he looked exuberant and he asked 'how is your back now?'

'It's much better since you applied the new ointment' said his mother.

'You need to apply it for two more days' said Suresh moving towards the sitting room.

Smitha, when she entered the sitting room saw him sitting on the sofa. Coming over she sat down on the sofa and after a few minutes chit chat as Suresh asked her whether she was ready for the ointment she said 'not here lets go to the next room.'

Suresh got up and followed his mother. On entering the room he was pleased to see the room contain one low couch which suited his needs perfectly. As he saw his mother stand near the couch, he went across to her and said 'it's great.

His mother smiled before lying across the couch face down. Suresh then parted his mother sari covering her back and as his eyes saw that she was wearing a sleeveless blouse he was excited.

His mother had put on a black sleeveless blouse which looked dazzling on her fair body. As the blouse was old it stuck to her as a second skin showing off the contours of her body very prominently and her bare arms were alluring to look at.

Suresh kept eyeing his mother's back and as his gaze went below he was thrilled to see the impressions of her prominent buttocks protruding out of her sari. This was the first time he had seen the impressions of her buttocks and seeing them he got excited.

As Suresh started to apply the cream his mother said 'why don't you remove my blouse'

Suresh was thrilled to hear her words and as he detached the last hook and spread the blouse he was amazed to see only a string which held her bra. After freeing the blouse from its hooks as he tried to tug it off her body, his mother helped him in removing it out from her body.

Suresh eyes were rewarded with the sexiest scene he could envisage. His eyes were rewarded with his mother's almost naked back except for a black string holding her bra. Her heavy bare arms and the hair peeping from under her armpits were electrifying to watch. Her luscious waist was most appealing. Looking further down he saw a wide gap between the mounds of her buttocks and her sari and when his eyes peeped at the opening he could only see dark patch. Seeing all this he was aroused.

With an aroused state of mind Suresh first spread a thick layer of cream over her wounds and then slowly started to spread it over her back. When all the cream was evenly spread he started to caress her back.

Smitha started to squirm as she felt his fingers caressing and stroking her back and as his hands reached under her sides she slowly lifted her hands up showing for a split second her rich mounds stacked behind the sleek black bra.

Suresh was amazed on seeing her rich mounds. His caressing became more sensuous and his hands wandered all over her body. As his fingers got entangled with the string of her bra and when he pulled his fingers back, the knot got untied and her bra was loosened. Suresh again got a glimpse of the underside of her rich breasts.

Smitha felt the knot of her bra get untied. Her heavy breasts got released and feeling that she was exposing them to him, she pressed herself on the couch squashing her breasts and hiding them from his gaze.

Suresh got excited and instinctively his hands reached down and caressed the plump flesh of her waist and as he wanted to see her bare breasts he even tried to turn her up a little.

Smitha got excited as she felt him trying to turn her up. Moaning softly she said 'tie the knot back.'

'Which knot' asked Suresh.

'The one holding my bra' she replied.

'Why. Asked her son caressing her back?

'Because I want to turn around' she spoke softly.

'Really,' he said as his eyes were riveted on the sides of her swollen breasts.

'If you tie the knot then I will turn around' replied his mother.

Suresh immediately took hold of the string and tied the knot.

Smitha turned over slowly.

Suresh's eyes popped out from their sockets as his mother turned exposing her bra clad chest to him. He saw that the thin cups of her black bra could hardly cover her heavy breasts. He saw the flesh of her mounds juggling out of her bra and looking down; his eyes were riveted on her belly. The swollen belly added to her charms, and on looking upon her belly button his eyes were glued on it.

Smitha seeing her son deeply engrossed in looking at her body asked 'are you happy?'

'Yes, thank you' said Suresh.

'You need not thank me. It's a gift for helping me out with my bruises' replied his mother.

'Oh! Thanks again' replied Suresh.

'You are cute' saying this as his mother got up she saw Suresh holding her blouse in his hand and wanting to convey something to her. Seeing him hesitate she asked 'do you want to put it back'

'Yes, allow me' he said.

In response to it, his mother stretched her arms in front and Suresh sliding the blouse inside her arms leaned forward to hook it up. As he leaned forward to fix her hooks, his mother put her arms around his neck and hugged him once.

Suresh was enchanted on being hugged and as he withdrew his hands from her after hooking her blouse, he deliberately brushed them against her breasts.

As Smitha felt his hands brush her breasts she said 'so you had to feel them.'

Suresh smiled at her and moving away from her said 'yes'

Smitha was very much happy with the day's events.

CHAPTER III

Next morning a refreshed Pushpa came down to see Smitha sitting at the dining table alone and there was no sign of Suresh.

Pushpa came over and sitting by her side asked 'how is your back today'

Smitha smiled and replied 'it is much better today and by tomorrow it should be fine'