Incest TABOO: A MOTHER'S SINFUL SURRENDER [COMPLETED]

[Syamala_39]

TABOO: A MOTHER'S SINFUL SURRENDER;

 

[Syamala_39]

### Chapter 11: The Train Home

The semester's resumption hung over the flat like the last heavy drops of a retreating monsoon, the air still thick with the scent of wet earth and jasmine from the balcony vines, but carrying now the subtle undercurrent of impending separation that made every touch, every glance, linger a fraction longer than before. It was Friday afternoon, the final day of Raghu's extended stay, the "family emergency" excuse stretched thin across emails to his professors and group chats with his classmates, buying them one last night tangled in the sheets before the Vaigai Express would pull him back to Chennai's concrete sprawl. Shyamala moved through the morning with a quiet deliberation, her naked body gliding from the bedroom to the kitchen in the flat's soft light, the rumpled sheet from their night's frenzy draped loosely over one shoulder like a careless toga, doing little to conceal the full sway of her breasts or the gentle roll of her hips as she padded across the cool tiles. At forty, her form carried the weekend's indulgences with a languid grace—the heavy globes of her breasts marked with faint red trails from Priya's nails and Raghu's teeth, nipples dark and relaxed now but quick to tighten against the sheet's faint brush, the soft pooch of her belly rising with each breath, leading down to the dark curls of her mound where her pussy lips still held a subtle tenderness from the night's slow, thorough claiming.

She paused at the kitchen counter, letting the sheet slip from her shoulder to pool at her elbows, baring her breasts fully to the morning air, the cool draft kissing the undersides and making the nipples pebble gradually into erect peaks that she cupped in her palms with unhurried reverence, thumbs circling the textured areolas in slow, languid strokes that drew a quiet sigh from her lips. The sensation traveled downward like a warm current, settling low in her belly where her thighs pressed together subtly, feeling the faint slickness of last night's cream still lingering between her folds, her clit giving a lazy throb against the inner flesh as memories surfaced: Priya's fingers parting her lips to lap deep while Raghu thrust from behind, his cock stretching her walls in measured glides that built to a shattering peak, her pussy clenching around him as she gushed hot over Priya's chin, the three of them a knot of moans and slick skin that left her boneless and marked. Shyamala's hand drifted lower then, fingers splaying over her mound to trace the curls there, parting her lips with a feather-light touch to feel the warmth of her entrance, dipping just the tip of one finger inside to curl against her walls, savoring the slow build of pleasure that made her breath hitch, breasts heaving with the motion as the nipples stood tall and insistent.

Raghu emerged from the bedroom then, his naked form filling the doorway with the lean strength of youth, his cock swaying semi-hard between his thighs as he rubbed sleep from his eyes, the trail of dark hair down his abdomen leading to the thick base where it thickened slightly in the morning air. He paused at the sight of her, eyes darkening with that familiar hunger as they traced her body—the heavy hang of her breasts with nipples peaked and begging, the soft belly leading to her hand between her thighs, fingers moving slow and deliberate in languid circles that made her pussy lips part visibly, cream beading at the entrance to trickle down her inner thigh in a slow, glistening trail. "Amma... you're starting without me?" His voice rumbled low from his chest, rough with sleep and want, his cock hardening fully now with a visible twitch, curving up toward his navel as he crossed the room in three strides, hands reaching for her hips to pull her back against him, the hot length of him nestling between her ass cheeks, the head nudging her cleft with a bead of pre-cum that smeared warm against her skin.

Shyamala leaned back into him with a throaty laugh, her hand withdrawing from her core to reach behind and fist his cock, stroking him from base to tip with firm, unhurried pulls that made pre-cum well fresh at the slit, coating her palm in slick warmth as she ground her ass against him, feeling the veined ridge drag along her cleft. "Just warming up, beta... but since you're here, fill Amma slow—make it last before the train takes you." She turned in his arms with graceful slowness, her breasts mashing softly against his chest, nipples dragging across his skin like embers trailing fire, her free hand guiding his head down to latch onto one peak, his mouth closing around the nipple with thorough hunger, tongue swirling the textured areola in languid circles while teeth grazed the bud gently, the suction drawing a moan from her that arched her back, pussy clenching emptily as cream gathered hot inside her.

Raghu's hands cupped her ass cheeks with possessive firmness, fingers sinking into the plush flesh to spread them wide, lifting her slightly to press her mound against his thigh, the coarse hair there rubbing her clit with exquisite friction as she rocked slow and deliberate, her hand pumping his cock in time with the motion, thumb pressing the slit to coax more pre-cum that dripped down to coat his balls. He switched to her other nipple, sucking deep and thorough now, the pull sending sparks straight to her core where her lips parted against his thigh, cream smearing warm and slick on his skin. "Fuck, Amma... you taste like home." His words vibrated against her breast, free hand sliding up her belly to splay over her mound, fingers parting her lips to circle her clit with languid pressure that made her buck against him, walls fluttering as arousal gushed fresh, coating his hand in a warm flood.

They moved to the bed with unhurried steps, Shyamala pushing him down onto his back beneath the net, straddling his hips to take his cock in hand once more, stroking slow from base to tip as she positioned the head at her entrance, sinking down inch by exquisite inch until he filled her completely, the stretch burning sweet and complete as her walls molded to his girth, clenching around him with deliberate slowness. She rode him languidly then, hips rolling in deep circles that dragged her clit against his base, breasts bouncing heavy and free with each motion, nipples tracing hypnotic arcs in the air as she leaned back to give him the view—her pussy lips stretched wide around his shaft, cream frothing at the base where they joined, dripping slow to coat his balls in glistening trails. Raghu's hands gripped her thighs, fingers digging into the soft flesh to guide her rhythm, thumbs brushing her clit with each rise, the added touch coiling her tighter until she shattered with a low cry, pussy spasming in slow waves around him, gushing hot cream over his length in pulsing releases that soaked the sheet beneath.

He flipped her then with gentle strength, settling between her thighs to thrust deep and thorough, cock plunging with measured glides that hit her cervix each time, his mouth claiming her breast to suck the nipple deep while his hand rolled the other, the dual rhythm building her back to the edge as she wrapped her legs around his waist, heels digging into his ass to pull him deeper. "Cum inside Amma, beta... fill me full before you go." Her command came out breathy but unyielding, and he obeyed with a groan that rumbled from his chest, hips slamming forward in languid power until he spilled hot and thick, flooding her depths with ropes that overflowed to mix with her cream, dripping down to his balls as he collapsed against her, their bodies slick and sated in the afterglow.

The afternoon blurred into packing after that, Raghu's duffel growing heavy with Shyamala's handmade murukku wrapped in crisp paper packets, the spicy crunch a taste of home to tide him over the week, and the silver rudraksha pendant she pressed into his palm with a slow kiss to his knuckles, the cool metal etched with their intertwined initials, a talisman to hang around his neck as a secret code. "Wear it against your skin, kanna... feel Amma close when the nights get long." Her voice was soft, eyes holding his with the weight of their shared fire, her naked body pressed to his in the bedroom doorway, breasts mashing warm against his chest, nipples dragging slow as she hugged him close, one hand sliding down to cup his ass while the other traced his cock through his jeans, giving it a gentle squeeze that made it twitch with promise.

Priya's text arrived as he slung the duffel over his shoulder, the phone buzzing on the bedside table with a photo that made Shyamala's breath catch—a close shot of Priya's breasts, heavy and oiled in the lamplight, nipples dark and erect with a drop of cream beading at one peak like dew, captioned *Thinking of your boy's mouth on these while you ride him... future visits?* Shyamala showed it to Raghu with a wicked smile, her hand dipping into his jeans to stroke him hard once more, thumb smearing the pre-cum over the head as his eyes darkened, cock pulsing in her fist. "She wants in deeper, beta... and Amma thinks she'll fit just right between us." He groaned, thrusting into her hand until he spilled quick and hot over her fingers, the release a promise as she licked them clean with languid thoroughness, tasting him mingled with the air's spice.

The drive to Salem Junction was a quiet interlude of touches and whispers, Shyamala's Maruti Suzuki Brezza humming steady over the potholed roads, her hand on his thigh the whole way, fingers tracing lazy patterns that inched higher with each mile until she cupped his bulge, stroking him slow through the jeans to keep him hard and aching, pre-cum dampening the fabric as flashbacks played in his mind—the balcony quickie under Friday's rain, her bent over the railing with salwar pants around her ankles, his cock plunging deep from behind while thunder masked her moans, her pussy clenching around him as she gushed hot down her thighs, the city lights blurring below like witnesses to their sin. He returned the favor, hand slipping under her kameez to palm her breast, thumb rolling the nipple in firm circles that made her gasp, pussy throbbing against her panties until cream soaked the crotch, her free hand gripping the wheel tighter as she pulled over into a shadowed lane for a frantic release—his fingers thrusting deep into her while she stroked him to spill over her palm, their cries muffled against each other's necks.

The platform at Salem Junction bustled with the evening rush, porters weaving through families with tiffin carriers and schoolbags, the Vaigai Express gleaming under the station lights like a reluctant beast ready to devour the distance between them. Shyamala walked him to his coach with her arm linked through his, the dupatta draped over her shoulder brushing his side, her breasts swaying gently against his arm with each step, nipples faintly outlined through the kameez from the evening breeze. At the door, she pulled him into a shadowed corner, kissing him deep and thorough, tongue exploring his mouth with languid hunger while her hand cupped his ass through the jeans, pulling him close so his hardening cock pressed against her belly. "Come back soon, beta... Amma's pussy aches for you already." Her whisper against his lips was a promise, hand slipping down to squeeze his length once more, thumb pressing the ridge until pre-cum beaded through the fabric.

Raghu boarded with a final hug that mashed her breasts fully to his chest, nipples dragging fire across his shirt as he nuzzled her neck, inhaling her jasmine and musk one last time. The train lurched forward with a whistle, pulling him away as Shyamala stood on the platform, watching the lights recede, her hand pressing against her mound through the salwar to soothe the empty throb there, pussy clenching around nothing as cream dampened her panties further. Back in the jeep, she swung her lathi with renewed fire on the evening patrol, the wooden baton cutting the air like an extension of her will, the risks of Priya's texts and the neighbor's eyes sharpening her focus even as they fueled the ache—her body alive with the code they had solidified, separation a temporary veil over the blaze waiting to reignite.

 

[Syamala_39]

### Chapter 12: Kolam of Renewal

The summer break returned to Salem like a long-awaited monsoon after a drought, the air thick with the promise of heat and renewal as the sun climbed high over the Yercaud hills, casting golden light across the flat's threshold where Shyamala knelt in the early morning hush. It had been three months since Raghu's last hurried departure on the Vaigai Express, three months of stolen weekends and whispered calls that kept the flame between them flickering alive, but now the calendar aligned perfectly for a full week of unbroken time—no shifts swapped, no excuses texted to professors, just the quiet certainty of his return. She worked the rice flour with deliberate care, her naked body draped only in a loose sheet that fell from her shoulders as she leaned forward, the soft cotton whispering against her skin like a lover's breath, baring the full sway of her breasts that hung heavy and free, nipples grazing the cool concrete of the courtyard with each gentle press of her fingers into the powder. At forty, Shyamala's form moved with the unhurried grace of a woman who knew her body's power, her breasts full and pendulous, rising with each breath to trace subtle arcs in the air, the dark areolas textured and relaxed in the morning warmth, her belly a soft curve that folded gently as she bent, leading down to the dark curls of her mound where her thighs parted slightly for balance, the faint slickness of anticipation already gathering between her folds from the simple act of creation.

The kolam took shape under her hands, intricate patterns of loops and petals blooming across the threshold for the family neighbor's silver wedding anniversary—a gift of good fortune drawn in white flour that swirled like the flames she tended within, each curve a silent vow to the life she guarded so fiercely. Shyamala's ass cheeks flexed softly with the motion, plush and rounded, the sheet draping low enough to bare the top of her cleft where the skin glowed smooth and inviting, her hips flaring wide in a cradle of strength that spoke of years bearing weight and pleasure alike. She paused midway, sitting back on her heels to admire the work, the sheet slipping fully from her torso now to pool at her waist, her breasts settling heavy against her thighs, nipples tightening gradually in the faint breeze that carried the scent of wet earth from last night's shower. Her hand drifted absently to one breast, cupping its weight with languid reverence, thumb circling the nipple in slow, deliberate strokes that drew a quiet sigh from her lips, the sensation traveling downward like a warm current to settle low in her belly, making her pussy lips part subtly, cream beading warm at her entrance as she imagined Raghu's arrival—the way his eyes would darken at the sight of her like this, naked and open, ready to claim her again.

The scooter sputtered to a stop outside the lane just as she finished the final flourish, a lotus at the center symbolizing purity amid the chaos of their passion, and Shyamala rose with graceful slowness, the sheet falling away completely to leave her bare in the courtyard's dappled light, her body glowing like the kolam itself—breasts swaying heavy as she straightened, nipples standing erect now from the air's caress, hips rolling with each step toward the gate, ass cheeks jiggling softly to part the cleft between them, her pussy glistening faintly where arousal had gathered, lips swollen with the quiet throb of waiting. Raghu dismounted with his duffel slung over one shoulder, his lean frame filling out the simple t-shirt and jeans from the train, eyes locking onto her immediately across the bougainvillea arch, darkening with that familiar hunger as he took in her naked form—the full globes of her breasts rising with her breaths, the soft belly leading to the dark curls framing her mound, thighs parted just enough to tease the inner slickness there. "Amma... you make coming home a revelation every time." His voice rumbled low, rough with the journey's end, cock already thickening visibly against his jeans as he crossed the threshold, dropping the bag to pull her into his arms.

Their kiss unfolded slow and thorough in the courtyard's hush, lips parting with unhurried tenderness, tongues exploring the wet heat of each other as if mapping new territory, Shyamala's hands framing his face to hold him close while his slid down her back to cup her ass cheeks, fingers sinking into the plush flesh to spread them wide, thumbs brushing the sensitive skin of her cleft. Her breasts mashed fully against his chest through his shirt, nipples dragging fire across the cotton with each subtle rock of her hips, the friction making her pussy clench emptily, cream trickling down her inner thigh to dampen his jeans where they pressed against her mound. "My kanna... the kolam's for the anniversary next door, but it's ours too—a renewal of what we burn for." She whispered the words against his mouth, nipping his lower lip gently before pulling back just enough to meet his eyes, her hand drifting down to palm his bulge through the denim, feeling the heat and girth twitch under her fingers, pre-cum beading to darken the fabric as she stroked him slow and firm.

Raghu groaned low in his throat, hips bucking into her hand once before he scooped her up with effortless strength, her legs wrapping around his waist as he carried her inside, the door clicking shut behind them like a vow sealed. The living room blurred in their wake, plates from last night's solitary meal still on the table forgotten, as he lowered her onto the sofa with reverent care, his hands roaming her body like a man returned from exile—palms cupping her breasts to lift their weight, thumbs rolling the nipples in languid circles that drew moans from her lips, his mouth following to latch onto one peak, sucking deep and thorough with tongue swirls around the textured areola that made her arch, pussy throbbing hot and empty against his thigh where she ground slow for friction. "I've missed this, Amma... your taste, your heat—every night in Chennai, I stroked myself to you, cum spilling over my fist imagining your pussy clenching around me." His confession came out muffled against her breast, free hand sliding down her belly to part her thighs, fingers tracing her folds with unhurried exploration, dipping into the slick entrance to curl slow against her walls, making cream gush over his knuckles as she bucked up with a gasp.

Shyamala's fingers threaded into his hair, guiding his mouth to her other nipple while her hips rolled to take his fingers deeper, the stretch burning sweet as he added a third, thrusting with measured glides that hit that inner spot, her clit grinding against his palm with each motion until the room filled with the wet sounds of her arousal mingling with her throaty moans. "Show me, beta... but slow—Amma wants to feel every inch of you before the world pulls us again." She tugged at his shirt then, pulling it over his head with languid thoroughness to bare his chest, nails raking down the ridges of muscle to his jeans, unbuttoning them with fingers that trembled slightly from the building need, freeing his cock to spring rigid and curving toward her, the head flushed and leaking pre-cum in steady beads that she caught on her thumb, bringing it to her lips to suck clean with a hum that made him groan.

He stripped the rest with her help, jeans and boxers pooling at his feet before he knelt between her thighs on the sofa, hands spreading her wide to expose her fully—pussy lips parted and glistening, clit swollen and begging, entrance clenching around nothing as cream beaded slow at the rim. Raghu leaned in with reverent slowness, breath fanning her heat before his tongue extended flat and broad, licking from her entrance to her clit in one long, thorough stroke that gathered her essence like nectar, the flavor tangy and addictive on his tongue as he groaned deep, nose burying in her curls to inhale her musk. Shyamala cried out softly, fingers tangling in his hair to hold him there, hips lifting to chase his mouth as he delved deeper, tongue plunging into her channel with languid thrusts that fucked her slow and complete, lips sealing around her clit to suck gently while his fingers joined, curling inside to stroke that spot that made her walls flutter, cream flooding his mouth in warm pulses that he swallowed with thorough hunger.

She came with a low, shuddering moan that built slow like the sun's climb, her pussy spasming around his tongue in languid waves, gushing hot cream over his chin and lips in gentle arcs that soaked the sofa cushion beneath her, breasts heaving with each convulsion, nipples standing tall and aching in the air as she rode the peak, thighs trembling around his head. Raghu lapped every drop with unhurried devotion, rising only when she tugged him up, guiding his cock to her entrance with a hand that stroked him firm from base to tip, thumb smearing the pre-cum over the head before notching it slow, sinking down inch by exquisite inch until he filled her completely, the stretch complete and burning sweet as her walls molded to him, clenching with deliberate slowness.

They moved together then in the lamplight's glow, hips rolling in deep, unhurried circles that dragged his length along her inner walls, her clit grinding his base with each downward motion, breasts mashing to his chest as she wrapped her arms around his neck, nipples dragging fire across his skin with every rise. "You're mine, beta... no matter the miles, Amma's fire burns for you." Her vow came out breathy against his ear, nails raking slow down his back to grip his ass, pulling him deeper as he thrust up with measured power, the rhythm building languid and complete, balls slapping soft against her with wet smacks that mingled with their moans. He spilled first, groaning her name as he flooded her depths with hot, thick ropes that overflowed to mix with her cream, dripping slow down his shaft, the sensation triggering her own release—pussy clenching around him in slow, milking waves that drew out his seed, her cry muffled against his shoulder as she shuddered through it, bodies locked in the afterglow.

Priya's shadow wove through their reaffirmation like a promise unspoken, her texts arriving mid-embrace with a photo of her fingers buried deep in her own pussy, captioned *Waiting for our next patrol... your boy's cock in me while you watch?*, the image making Shyamala's walls flutter anew around Raghu's softening length, cream gushing fresh as she showed him, their kiss deepening with the thrill of expansion. The whispers of station gossip lingered in the background—Mrs. Lakshmi's nosy waves from her balcony, Priya's bold touches growing riskier in the restroom stalls—but they faded against the defiance of their bond, Shyamala's hand pressing the rudraksha pendant to his chest as he boarded the train that evening, the silver cool against his skin like her touch. "Our dharma, beta—not sin, but salvation. Return soon, and we'll burn brighter."

The Vaigai Express pulled away with a mournful whistle, lights receding into the night, but Shyamala stood on the platform with her lathi slung over her shoulder, the wooden baton a symbol of her unyielding will, her body thrumming with the eternal blaze they had kindled—defiant against Salem's hills, open to Priya's flame, a renewal etched in kolam flour and cum-stained sheets, promising depths yet to unfold in the quiet fire of their devotion. And as the train vanished into the distance, she turned homeward, the pendant's echo against her own skin a vow unbroken, their story simmering on in the heart of the hills, endless as the monsoons to come.


THE END.......

 

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TABOO: A MOTHER'S SINFUL SURRENDER;

 

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