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MOTHERHOOD: A Tale of Love Amar+Srashta 16/04/06(Wed)01:08 No. 27609 ID: 8110d2
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Preetha’s eyes went heavy as she was leafing through the pages of the newly arrived magazine. It is happening to her often these days -- a side effect of having too many valiums for sleep. She can’t sleep at night, and throughout the day, a spell of gloom and drowsiness hangs heavy over her like a shroud. Her cell phone was buzzing with vibration on the table beside the bed; it must have been Sayani from her office. She has been calling so many times; don’t they realize she won’t be going back to work? Preetha was thinking about sending the resignation letter to the H.R, but such ennui afflicted her that she didn’t even feel like sitting in front of the computer and typing it out. It has been weeks since she last checked her Facebook and Twitter accounts, something which she couldn’t live without before. No whatsapp, no messages, no gmail, no calls; she is living in the massive 3 BHK apartment in Golf Green (a posh residential locality in the metropolis of Kolkata in India) like a marooned sailor. Her only connection with the outside world was the maid who comes every other day to clean up and cook for her. She doesn’t even feel like making food for herself. If the maid doesn’t come, she orders lunch or dinner from the nearby restaurants who deliver at home.


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MOTHERHOOD: A Tale of Love Amar+Srashta 16/04/06(Wed)01:11 No. 27610 ID: 8110d2
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A sudden gust of cool wind brushed on her bare feet, entered the lower part of her saree like a mischievous lover and blew the pallu (part of the saree cloth which covers the breasts) baring her blouse-covered chest. She climbed out of the bed and arranging her saree, headed outside towards the balcony. A storm was billowing. The lines of trees across the road were shaking their shaggy heads like they were epilepsy inflicted. It was Kalbaishakhi, a storm accompanied by thunder squall that occurs a few times every year during or slightly before the Bengali month of Baishakh (early April) in Bangladesh and West Bengal, following the hot and humid Choitra month, erasing an old year and symbolizing the washing away of the grime of the past. The owner of the tea stall across the road was struggling with the shutter of his shop to close it against the violent gusts. People were running helter-skelter to find cover from the impending storm and torrential rains.


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MOTHERHOOD: A Tale of Love Amar+Srashta 16/04/06(Wed)01:13 No. 27611 ID: 8110d2
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The darkness in Preetha’s heart was reflected, as it were, across the sky as dark clouds had covered it from horizon to horizon. Slivers of lightning were streaking through the inky blackness that blotted out the blazing sun of the afternoon. Another gust of violent wind blew away Preetha’s pallu as she caught it instinctively. The wind was like an invisible naughty lover trying to violate her modesty. As she covered her chest drawing back the slick strip of silk, she could notice two circular damp stains on her blouse. She could also feel a slight throbbing pain as well. The doctor had prescribed some pills to stop spontaneous effusion; Preetha had stopped taking them for quite some time. The pain was nothing compared to the pain of bereavement that numbed her heart and soul. This pain was a constant reminder of what she had been robbed off, what those monsters had done to her. The physical pain provided some balance to the agony of her heart.
She could smell herself, the scent of her womanhood, the scent of her robbed motherhood, the scent of pent up milk in her breasts, now spilling out. She had been effusing for quite some time; she didn’t even realize. This is the reason Preetha doesn’t wear western clothes like T-Shirts, tops or salwar-kameez these days. These spontaneous effusions have become an issue of embarrassment for her. If she wears a saree, the pallu covers her blouse, the wet stains are hidden beneath the cloth. Sometimes, when she goes downstairs, she could see the neighborhood kids playing in the park and looking at them, Preetha could neither control her tears or her breast milk which threatened to ooze out of her eyes and breasts.
Preetha could not take that smell anymore. The first drops of rain had spotted the road on the ground like leopard print, and the musty smell of the wet earth and her leaking motherhood were strangely identical. The sky will quench the thirst of the earth; Preetha’s breasts were equally full to the brim, but she had no one thirsting for her. Her lap was empty as a desert.


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MOTHERHOOD: A Tale of Love Amar+Srashta 16/04/06(Wed)01:16 No. 27612 ID: 8110d2
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She returned to the bedroom; she was hurting. Today it was worse; her breasts felt like they were going to explode. She pulled them out one by one from the captivity of her blouse and bra and saw a thick white stream rolling down her nipples. They weighed heavy in her hands, becoming heavier with the coagulating milk. Her eyes brimmed with tears looking at the elixir of life spilling out pointlessly, no little hungry mouth to clamp on them and swallow the sweetness filling a little belly, quenching the thirst. She will never have that eternal peace and satisfaction.


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MOTHERHOOD: A Tale of Love Amar+Srashta 16/04/06(Wed)01:18 No. 27613 ID: 8110d2
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She stripped off her half-wet blouse and bra and bared herself in front of her dressing table. Before coming back from San Francisco, she had brought numerous expensive cosmetics and make-up kits in a hurry. Living in the U.S had made her snobbish against Indian products. After she returned, she rejoined her old office, a famous and influential news broadcasting company in Calcutta, and in media, the unsaid rule is that you have to look good. Though looking good was not dependant on cosmetics for Preetha. As she looked at herself in the mirror bare bodied, Preetha was startled ! Who is this she is looking at? There were dark circles under her large beautiful eyes, her face was drawn in and dry, a rubenesque heaviness had settled on her once slim and athletic figure. It was the heaviness of motherhood, and in some other time, it would have made her look more full and beautiful on her statuesque, tall 5’10” stature; but she was not a mother, she could not be a mother, she was not allowed to be a mother !


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MOTHERHOOD: A Tale of Love Amar+Srashta 16/04/06(Wed)01:22 No. 27614 ID: 8110d2
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In her pre-pubescent years, kids of her age made fun of her due to her unnatural height, calling her pine tree, beanpole, white bamboo, etc. Like many other Bengali middle class parents, her folks were worried if she will ever gain a womanly figure and get married. When she was thirteen, even her dad had to look up to her while standing. Both her parents were of medium height, the genes of her gigantic grandfather skipped a generation and blessed her with it. While marching in sports day, she was always the last girl walking at the back of the line. However, she was quite athletic and sports were her life; she was the captain of the basketball team and continued playing till in college when she had to stop to avoid the greedy prying eyes of the boys.
She was always embarrassed due to her height. During Saraswati Puja (Festival of Goddess Saraswati, the ethnic Deity of Wisdom, which is celebrated in all Indian schools and considered as a regional Valentine’s day among students because all girls wear saree on that occasion, making them look beautiful and lady like, and boys also dress up in ethnic dress of kurta/pajama or dhoti), all other girls roamed around in their respective boyfriend’s arms while she was considered freakishly tall and gawky for male taste.
But, as she crossed fifteen, suddenly the chrysalis turned into a full-fledged butterfly. The geometric angles of her body were transformed into fleshy roundness of femininity. Suddenly her inners were not fitting her anymore and soft, dense crops of hair sprouted in nooks and crannies of her body. Like a tide breaking a dam, feminine hormones flooded her body turning her girlhood into robust womanhood.
The boys who mocked her were now running after her like dogs in heat, savouring her uncontrollable fullness. Preetha never paid any attention towards them; from school to college, she guarded the immeasurable wealth her body was gifted with. She was saving it up for the man of her dreams.
She finished her college in journalism and joined a major media house as an intern. Due to the exposure, she was getting many acting and modeling offers. She did a few ramp shows and print ads. A famous fashion designer was even planning to launch her in a Delhi Fashion Week to be the ramp partner of the showstopper, and it was none other than Abhishek Bachhan, son of Amitabh Bachhan himself. She was picked because of her startling height and soft Indian beauty. It was a massive opportunity and Preetha was very happy that day, bubbling with energy and eager to share the news with her parents, but that evening something happened which changed her life forever.
When she returned home, her mother asked her to quickly get ready and wear a saree. A family was coming to see her for her arranged marriage with their son. Preetha exploded with anger. Now to explain the arranged marriage custom in India : the marriage process usually begins with a realization in the family that a child is old enough to marry. For a girl, it is during her graduation or early twenties and for a boy, it is after he is 'settled' with a decent job and consistent earnings. The initiation can occur when a parent or a relative (such as an aunt or an elder sister or sister-in-law) initiates a conversation on the topic, or the son/daughter approaches the parent/relative and expresses the desire to be married. This person effectively acts as a sponsor, taking responsibility to get the boy/girl married to a good partner. If the families are enthusiastic about a potential match, it is customary for the prospective groom's family to visit the prospective bride's family. In this event, it is traditional for the boy's family to arrive (with the boy) and be seated with the entire girl's family except the girl herself who then makes a dramatic entrance dressed in fine clothes, often bringing tea and refreshments with herself. This practice is sometimes called "seeing the girl”. This custom has been attacked by feminists as a classic instance of gender bias and the objectification of modern-day girls which, to great degree, is true. During this visit, the boy and girl are often encouraged to meet and talk by themselves in a separate room. The families usually part after this initial meeting without any commitment made by either side, with the expectation that they will confer separately and send word through the matchmaker should they be interested in pursuing the matter further. These meetings are understood to be non-exclusive, that is, both the boy and girl are expected to similarly meet with multiple other potential partners at this stage.
Preetha, being an educated modern young woman, felt insulted by this custom and she realized her parents were matchmaking her secretly, and now suddenly out of the blue the groom’s family has arrived. She refused to meet them initially, but her mother beseeched and emotionally blackmailed her. She kept on saying they’re from the rich and reputed Mullick family in Calcutta and the boy is working in the US which is like a holy grail to every middle class Indian parent. Preetha found such mentality typically crass and undignified, but decided not to drag this further. She would meet them and would take the cell number of the potential groom and call him personally afterwards to tell him she was just not interested.
The Groom’s family arrived soon. From their expensive and traditional clothes, looks and etiquette, it was evident they were from a rich family with plenty of money. The parents took their seat as they apologized for the delay in arrival of their son; they said he was right outside in his car, attending a skype call from her company in US. Preetha quickly glanced from the window; in front of their narrow alley a large black Mercedes was parked. Someone was inside the car, but she couldn’t see clearly. She immediately thought of them as big show-offs.
After half an hour, Ayan Mullick, the groom entered; a tall, well built young man in his early thirties, he was exceptionally handsome, to the point of being beautiful, with glowing fair skin and long curly hair. He was soft and amicable and spoke respectfully. Preetha’s agitation was soothing away the more she saw the man. The initial meeting was brief and jovial, and they bid goodbye after evening snacks and tea. Before he left, Ayan exchanged numbers with Preetha.


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MOTHERHOOD: A Tale of Love Amar+Srashta 16/04/06(Wed)01:27 No. 27615 ID: 8110d2
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Later in the night, somewhat out of her stubbornness, Preetha called Ayan to call off the engagement, but when Ayan in his American accent replied ‘Hi Preetha, how are you doing?’ she felt a weakness in her knees. Finally, when she said she had something to talk to him, Ayan invited her for a lunch next day. After Preetha spent three hours with Ayan at Flotel, an expensive floating restaurant on the river, she completely changed her opinion about him. He was such a gentleman, so modest and well spoken, with a plethora of knowledge and experience. When she came back home, she responded to her mother’s anxious glances with a faint smile and a nod. The whole household started celebrating.
Within a couple of months, Preetha got married to Ayan and set off to the U.S.A. The first five years of their marriage was the best years in Preetha’s life. Ayan had provided the best for her, both with his commitment and wealth. Though they stayed in San Francisco and there is no dearth of beautiful women around, Ayan never made Preetha feel neglected. It was evident that though westerners and Latinas are beautiful, they cannot hold a candle in front of a truly beautiful and modern Indian woman. Preetha, on her side, never gave Ayan any chance to complain about; she covered themselves in a cocoon of love and physical pleasure. She had shed off the typical Indian shyness and came across as a bold independent woman very sure of her sexuality. For 25 long years, Preetha had saved herself for her dream man and she had finally found him and the tide of her sexuality flooded both their lives. Sex became a paramount and integral part of their being. If they were not eating, going out or watching TV, they were mostly engrossed in sexual adventures exploring every inch of their bodies.
Sometimes Ayan used to express before of her, ‘Preetha, your needs are so intense, your sexuality is so profound, will you ever be satisfied by just me?’ She used to chuckle and say ‘So what, if you alone are not enough, I will make clones of you; genetic science is advancing towards that day’.
Finally when she was 30, Preetha asked of Ayan for a child, and being a strong, robust and fertile woman, it didn’t take long for her to get pregnant. It was a period of immense joy and excitement for her. Around 2 months hence, Ayan took Preetha to the doctor for her check up. The physician was a hefty jolly woman named Dr. Margaret Jones who took them to the ultrasonography room. When she saw the abstract shape on the monitor, Dr. Jones smiled sweetly and declared ‘Congratulations Mr and Mrs Malikh, you are going to be the parents of a beautiful baby girl.’ Preetha could not contain her happiness at that moment and jumped on Ayan that instant, hugging him and kissing him deeply. With a choked voice she said, ‘Thank you Baby…’ Ayan, being a little embarrassed wiped his mouth off the fresh warm wetness she left behind and smiled, but did his smile look a bit dry and fake at that moment? Preetha didn’t realize; she was already in the seventh heaven with the happiness of her upcoming motherhood.
After the doctor’s assessment, Ayan suddenly started making arrangements for her to travel back to India. His plan was correct and logical; in the U.S, she won’t get proper care and pampering which is required for the upcoming birth, and he wanted his parents and hers as well to see their grandchild as she would be born. Ayan was in a busy schedule in his office and couldn’t give proper time to his wife and hence he decided to drop her off in India and return to the USA. It was planned that on a closer date to the child birth, he would take a sabbatical for a few months and travel back to India to spend some time with everybody and bring back Preetha and the child to the USA.
Within a couple of weeks, Ayan and Preetha returned to Calcutta and they put up in Ayan’s ancestral home in Bagbazar, at the middle of the city. It was a massive old house, mostly empty as most of the members were either out of Calcutta or out of the country. Preetha’s in-laws gave them a warm welcome and the next few days were spent in celebrations. A week later, Ayan returned to the US and after a couple of days of being upset and crying, Preetha started her normal life again. She decided to join her old office once again, as it was so close to her place, and she was getting bored in the house. Though her in-laws were against it, Preetha was stubborn about this decision and she was fortunate enough as some of her old colleagues had achieved high ranks in the organization by then and they were happy to welcome her back as a part-time employee until her delivery date was near.
Meanwhile, Preetha’s mother-in-law took her to a famous gynecologist of Calcutta Dr. Kunal Burman who was a close friend of Ayan in school. At the first glance, he seemed a mild mannered soft spoken gentleman who checked all of Preetha’s reports and asked her to do a few tests. When the results came in, he inspected them thoroughly and told her there was some problem in her fallopian tube, but it was not major and can be taken care of with a mild medication, but he might need to perform an endoscopy to clear out the tube for a healthy child birth. Preetha was around 4 months pregnant that time, her belly had a slight beautiful swell and her skin was glowing. She could feel the little life within her calling to her. When the doctor told her about endoscopy, she felt a bit concerned but Dr. Burman assured her that it was routine checkup; she just need to be in his personal nursing home for half a day. Preetha agreed reluctantly while being assured by her in-laws and Ayan via phone.
Meanwhile, Preetha’s parents visited them in Bagbazar; they were concerned about their daughter. Her father had been transferred to Durgapur; so it was quite a long way back to Calcutta. When Preetha’s father came to know about Dr. Burman and his advice for an endoscopy, he suggested Preetha for a second opinion, but their discussion was interrupted by Preetha’s father-in-law. He spoke to her father and insisted to take her parents out that evening to Calcutta Club, a posh family club in Calcutta, for drinks and dinner. The very next day, her parents left for Durgapur. As they were leaving, her father blessed her and wished her to be well, but there was an unexplained hidden sadness in his smile which didn’t go unnoticed. Her mother didn’t even see her eye to eye.
Next week, Preetha was admitted to the hospital. She couldn’t remember anything after the anesthesia mask was put on her face; only Dr. Burman’s calm and assuring smile.
When she woke up, she could feel herself on the bed – an IV line attached to her wrist, a splitting headache and a numbness all over her body. She suddenly felt there was something wrong, she was not feeling complete. When she looked down craning her stiff neck painfully, she saw that the sweet bulge in her belly was gone ! She tried to get up, but a sharp pang of pain in her stomach made her collapse back on the bed. The nurse rushed at her, ‘Ma’am, there was a crisis, the fetus in your stomach had turned upside down and it could have threatened your life. The doctor took the quick decision and aborted it; now you are safe!’ She quickly pushed an injection in her saline tube and her eyes became heavy with sleep again. She groaned like a dying animal, ‘Life threatening? What is the point of her living anymore?’


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MOTHERHOOD: A Tale of Love Amar+Srashta 16/04/06(Wed)01:34 No. 27616 ID: 8110d2

The gist of the rest of the incidents is very short. It didn’t take long for Preetha to understand what had happened. A developing country like India is plagued with the scourge of female foeticide, the act of killing a female foetus outside the legal channels of abortion. It occurs in India for assumed cultural reasons that span centuries. For thousands of years, owing to a strange mindset, parents in this sub-continent have often exterminated baby girls by poisoning, strangling, or burying them alive. The life of a woman in India, particularly in rural areas, has been often marked by such disrespect that some feel it is better for the family, and even for the baby girl, that she not be born ! Perhaps the greatest malicious factor contributing to this unfortunate practice is the heinous system of dowries. Moreover, often male child is considered a direct heir of the family blood and a status symbol which had been the case with the wealthy Mullicks -- the first born must always be a boy child. In India, especially in metropolitan cities, there are strict laws against sex determination before birth; but in US, that is not the case and when Preetha was detected with a girl child, it was a shock for Ayan and his family, and they secretly planned to remove it clandestinely. Perhaps they even threatened Preetha’s parents not to expose their motive when they visited her !
They had set it up so craftily that Preetha could not even suspect that such a vile conspiracy was going behind her back to kill her unborn child. She could never imagine that such cultured, educated and family could stoop down to such low levels for assuring a male heir for the family.
After coming back from the hospital, Preetha kept her calm; she didn’t speak much, but called both her in-laws and asked for the keys of their 3BHK apartment in Golf Green. She made it very clear to them that she didn’t want to stay with them neither she wanted to go back to US; for her, this marriage was practically over. She wanted the flat for herself and prohibited them to set foot in the premises. She coldly threatened them that she had once worked in one of the most reputed media houses in the city and if she wanted, she could easily expose them. Foeticide is punishable by the strictest laws in Indian penal code and this scandal would destroy the reputation of the Mullicks forever, even if they try to save their faces with their wealth and social connections. She didn’t want any trouble, just the keys to the apartment in Golf Green. With a shaky hand, Preetha’s father-in-law handed her the keys.
She could have shifted to Durgapur where her parents lived, but their cowardice made her despise them from the core of her heart; they could have saved her child from these monsters, but they were too afraid of the influential Mullicks. Preetha’s mother begged of her to allow her to come over to Golf Green to the new flat and stay with her, but she never responded; she stopped taking her parent’s calls as well.
However, as soon as Preetha shifted to the Golf Green apartment, she saw around five lakh rupees (around 7500 USD) suddenly transferred to her account from Ayan’s overseas account. And in the consecutive month, there was another transfer of 2 lakhs as well which means a lot of money in India. Preetha thought that perhaps her husband was afraid of blackmail, or trying to bribe her or just trying to bury his crime under money. In the beginning, Preetha thought she would never touch the money. Then she reasoned, why would she torture herself for the evils of her husband and in-laws? She started lavishly spending the money on herself, buying everything she wanted -- except peace and happiness.


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MOTHERHOOD: A Tale of Love Amar+Srashta 16/04/06(Wed)01:35 No. 27617 ID: 8110d2

In the beginning, she kept herself drugged with Valium and Alzolum sleeping pills, but how much could she sleep ! In her disturbed and fervid subconscious mind, she could see the fake evil smiles of her husband and in-laws. She was not a regular smoker, used to smoke occasionally, and had quit after she conceived; but now, she started smoking regularly. Nothing less than one and a half pack a day; besides that, she also bought a few bottles of Smirnoff. Alcohol still didn’t suit her much; after a couple of drinks, she started losing her good senses. However, Preetha was indignant that she would self-destroy herself in that large, vacant and luxurious flat owned by her in-laws. Somehow, by slowly killing herself, she was actually making them win, but her heart was too dark with depression to realize that ! She was in a constant state of ennui.
Today, she picked up the half-empty pack of India Kings Blue from the dressing table and lit one. Dragging in the sweet smelling expensive tobacco, she felt her head going a bit dizzy. With the slow trail of smoke blowing out from her mouth and nostrils, she looked at her nude body in the mirror as she sat before her dressing table. She had given this all to Ayan -- she could not believe it ! After her adolescence, Preetha always took special pride in her beauty, sometimes to the point of being vain, and why not ? The way she stood apart from the crowd always made her feel special.
Her powerful swan neck stood proudly over her wide robust shoulders, topped by a beautiful perfect oval shaped face adorned with a pair of large dark doe eyes, a sharp flute-like nose bridging the gap between them. Below her haughty nose, a pair of rose petal-like juicy lips swelled, and at the right corner of her lower lip, a tiny yet prominent black mole accentuated the beauty and sensuousness of her curvaceous mouth. Like the dark clouds of the sky outside, a massive deluge of thick black hair cascaded down her smooth broad back. A couple of smooth, thick, shapely, robust arms came down from her expansive shoulders which, though feminine in look, held the promise of exceptional strength due to her athletic background. Subconsciously, Preetha piled up her thick flowing tresses atop her head with her hands and realized how negligent she had been about herself recently. She was so conscious about herself that she waxed and bleached her armpits every weekend in expensive salons, keeping them buttery smooth, but now, like unkempt weed in a garden, a lush dense shock of hair covered her oxters. Ayan had always found body hair on a woman yucky and that’s why she always took special care to clean herself regularly; but Ayan was not there anymore nor there was any other man to judge her -- she was in her full natural self. Her armpits were giving off a faint pungent smell of her body -- it was her natural pheromone; she had not used deodorants or perfumes for quite some time as she didn’t feel the need to go outside these days. Just Below her armpits, it looked like her upper body was inflated up by the massiveness of her breasts. In her pre-pubescent years, Preetha always suffered from the inferiority complex of her having flat breasts; but after 13, when she started growing up, it seemed she would never stop growing there. It was because of the uncontrollable growth of her breasts that she gave up basketball; it was becoming too embarrassing. Now in the full ripe age of 31, Preetha’s breasts had bulged beyond belief, with the ripeness of her full matured youth and the milk that was trapped in them. At this point, she was a full 38F; her nipples were bloated and moist with seeping milk. The doctor had given her a breast pump but she never used it; she knew there is a chance of breast cancer if milk is not pumped out regularly, but Preetha didn’t care ! This pain reminded her of her loss every day; this was the only connection left with her unborn child. Preetha was not liking the way she looked in the mirror; once she took pride in her nakedness, but she was not in that mental state anymore. She fished inside her wardrobe and picked out another blouse which matched her saree. She dropped her moist blouse and bra in the washing machine and wore the new blouse skipping the bra. She got this blouse tailored after her marriage, but never wore it. It had a dangerously drooping neckline, and when she wore it in US for the first time, Ayan had frowned. ‘Why are you wearing such a low-cut blouse? You are so heavy up there already, do you see the amount of cleavage it is showing?’ Ayan had spurted. Preetha protested, ‘Why, you go on ogling the white girls on the beach wearing two-piece bikinis and you have a problem with my low-neck blouse? I am wearing it with a saree and my chest will be covered up by the pallu.’ ‘That’s even more dangerous, you never know when the pallu would drop, and men’s hungry eyes will feast upon your breasts.’ Preetha chuckled and dismissed this as his possessiveness, never realizing the typical patriarchal mentality behind this. However, she didn’t care anymore. She wore the blouse but had to struggle, she had grown bigger after it was made; the blouse’s thin material barely contained her massive mammaries, she didn’t have to wear a bra as they were so tightly fitted. Half of her breasts were bulging out of the neckline like boiling milk heaving out of a pan, about to be spilled. At this moment, any man would have gone mad with lust looking at her, but she couldn’t think of any man -- she was starting to hate all men ! The very idea of men nauseated her.


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MOTHERHOOD: A Tale of Love Amar+Srashta 16/04/06(Wed)01:36 No. 27618 ID: 8110d2
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She pulled out the bottle of vodka from the freezer and poured a large drink for herself, diluting it with lemonade. By that time, it had started raining heavily outside. A quick gulp and the liquid burned down her throat. The second sip was easier and it started soothing her nerves a little, giving warmth in her belly. She was feeling hungry – the vodka had its effect. Preetha called up the local restaurant on her mobile. They said that delivery would be delayed, as it was raining heavily. The rain outside pitter-pattering on the widows, the heat of vodka in her veins, Preetha was yearning for something; her heart was heavy, but her body yearned with hunger and it was not just the hunger in her belly. She could remember Ayan’s thick seven inch penis, strange she was almost forgetting Ayan’s face, but she could remember every detail of his penis, the circumcised swollen head, thick veins crisscrossing the entire shaft and the dense spurt of semen. Her hatred for Ayan remained the same, though her body was pleading for his male genital.
Preetha could have easily invited any man from her social and work circle, there were so many of them slavering for her, but the very idea of sharing the bed with another man who would eventually cheat or hurt her was completely unacceptable. She had never masturbated in her life, but standing by the balcony, sipping on the vodka with cold fine sprays of rain wetting her face and arms, was sapping her off her self-control. She instinctually pulled up her saree and caressed her panty covered vagina, shocked to realize that her panties were sopping wet; the clear semi-sticky juices had made the expensive lace slimy and slick. Like the road which was now glistening under the rain water, her vagina was already coated with her body fluids. She tried to pull her mind away from such arousal and decided to have a bath.


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As she finished the drink with another gulp and poured herself one more, something snapped inside her. She sat on the bed with her mobile, scrolling through the numbers of her male acquaintances. Should she call Suman Bhaduri, her immediate boss, who always looked at her with thirsty eyes? Or Yasin Hossain, the new young reporter with whom she had sprouted a friendship, he always stealing glances at her body, mesmerized by her physical wealth, but too shy to say anything, or Shankar, her old college friend with whom she used to play basketball; he kept touch with her on facebook, time and again sending double meaning messages. She was feeling really desperate, her body was on fire and she needed someone. But was it right? Should she give in to her desires and get involved with a man again? Confusion and yearning clouded her heart as her finger scrolled down the list of numbers. Preetha hung up and threw the phone on the bed and crashed herself.


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MOTHERHOOD: A Tale of Love Amar+Srashta 16/04/06(Wed)01:45 No. 27620 ID: 8110d2
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Her body was on fire, she felt restless. Her hands travelled all over her body, her face, her neck and then squeezing her breasts. Preetha couldn’t take it anymore and moaned loudly. Her huge milk loaded breasts felt like they would burst. ‘Oh God…why are you doing this to me? Why can’t I control my body anymore?’ She groaned. She lifted up her saree, rubbing her thighs, her stench filled the closed air conditioned room immediately. ‘Ahhh…I am so disgusting…’ Preetha cried out, but she was out of control now, her fingers trailed up her things and just as she was about to touch her sopping wet panties, she herad a scream. Preetha was startled, she got up and heard a noise of commotion downstairs. There was more screaming.


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MOTHERHOOD: A Tale of Love Amar+Srashta 16/04/06(Wed)01:49 No. 27621 ID: 8110d2
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Preetha quickly went to the balcony and leaned over trying to see what was going on downstairs and what she saw startled her. Just in front of the gate, the watchman was brutally beating up a street urchin with a cane. The boy was screaming and begging for mercy, but the roguish watchman was relentless.
‘Hey, what are you doing? Why are you thrashing the kid?’ Preetha shouted from the balcony, but the watchman did not pay any heed to her; he went on caning the boy ruthlessly. Perhaps he could not hear her from a distance. Suddenly something snapped in Preetha and she rushed out of her apartment, she pushed the button of the elevator and was panting heavily with rage and anxiety, ‘….. that bastard will kill the boy!’
As soon as the lift doors opened in the parking lot, she rushed out. The kid was now writhing on the wet floor and the watchman was caning him on his bare legs. Preetha screamed ‘Stop, stop it at once I say…what the hell is going on?’ The watchman stopped and turned, the boy crawled out of his reach and huddled himself in a corner, shivering from pain and shock. ‘This little bastard sneaked into our premises to steal Ma’am’, the watchman hoarsely said. ‘Yesterday someone stole the tail light of Mr. Sen’s car. You cannot teach these little fuckers a lesson without a beating’, he spurted out in an obscene way.
‘No Ma’am, believe me…’ the shaken boy squealed from the corner in panic. ‘I was just standing under the shade of the parking lot to avoid the rain and suddenly this guy rushed on me and started thrashing; I didn’t do anything, please believe me…’
‘Shut up, you little piece of snot’, the watchman snapped back and spat at him ‘Bloody thieves…they…’


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MOTHERHOOD: A Tale of Love Amar+Srashta 16/04/06(Wed)01:56 No. 27622 ID: 8110d2
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The watchman could not finish his sentence as a powerful slap suddenly smacked on his face ….. Preetha had slapped him so hard that he lost his footing and fell on the ground, stunned by the sheer force of her slap. The watchman was a short, scrawny guy from Bihar -- one slap from Preetha’s powerful hand had shown him the stars. Preetha was trembling with rage as the watchman looked up at her with abject fear in his eyes; with her large beautiful stature towering above him, she looked like goddess Durga (a female warrior deity venerated and worshipped in the Indian sub-continent, especially by Bengalis), ready to slay the Asura demon. Her huge kohl-lined eyes were raining fire; her beautiful mouth was set in a straight line of anger. ‘Ma’am, believe me…’ the watchman muttered meekly; he was cut off midway by Preetha ‘Shut up .… or I shall pummel you with my slippers’, she roared.


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MOTHERHOOD: A Tale of Love Amar+Srashta 16/04/06(Wed)01:58 No. 27623 ID: 8110d2
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The kid, on the other hand, was also trembling looking at her wrathful stature. Preetha rushed at him and pulled him up by his arm, dragging him towards the elevator. The boy was constantly pleading, ‘Please let me go Ma’am, I promise I haven’t done anything; I swear on my mother’s soul.’ Preetha paid no heed and almost threw the boy inside the elevator, then stepping inside herself. The boy was huddled in a corner, fully drenched. Preetha was breathing heavily from her sudden outburst, her mind clouded by blind rage. She, too, was soaking wet. Finally, she looked at the boy who was looking up at her with frightened eyes. She brushed away the lock of hair which fell across her forehead as she told him softly ‘Don’t worry; I am not going to hurt you.’ The boy didn’t look much assured having witnessed her outrage and her intimidating height and size.


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MOTHERHOOD: A Tale of Love Amar+Srashta 16/04/06(Wed)02:07 No. 27624 ID: 8110d2
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As the elevator reached the fifth floor, Preetha got out, dragging the boy behind her. As she was unlocking her apartment door, she could see from the corner of her eyes that a few inquisitive heads have emerged from the adjoining apartments, noticing her. She ignored them, went in and called the boy inside. The boy entered her apartment on timid footsteps. As she closed the door, Preetha returned a glaring gaze at the people who were peeping from other apartments; the heads vanished in a flurry !
As she entered the apartment, Preetha slumped down heavily on the large sofa; her head was spinning, her ears felt like belching fire, her chest heaving with agitation. She had lost track of time. When, after a while, she became calm and came back to her senses and lit a fresh cigarette, she saw the boy was still sitting on the floor huddled near the door with his hands folded on the chest, stealing nervous glances at her. Preetha stared at the boy for a long time and then said in a calm voice ‘Why are you sitting over there? Come, sit here’, pointing to the single couch beside her sofa. The boy got up, walked up to the couch with timid steps and sat down hesitantly. Preetha observed the boy for a long time. The boy appeared to be in his early teens, short, frail, clearly suffering from lack of nutrition, and his hair in disarray. He was wearing an old torn T-shirt and even older dirty shorts. The boxer shorts must have been gathered from a garbage bin, rejected by someone, and did not carry any button or zip at the front. One can make out the faint outline of Che Guevara’s face on the front of his torn, faded T-shirt. His feet were naked. A typical street urchin one can come across at any busy intersection in Indian metropolis.
But, if someone observes him carefully, he can spot a difference. It is rare to find such a beautiful, poignant face in a street urchin. The boy must have been very fair at one point of time; but, now it looked bronzed, burnt by the scorching sun. Sun-bleached dense brown hair covered his head. However, what attracted the most were his long fine eyebrows and two large doe-like eyes. Preetha was deeply struck by the pain and despair they contained – the anguished eyes of a helpless doe about to be slain by a ruthless hunter. Below those eyes were a small pert nose and a pair of thin curvaceous lips. The boy had an angular face, his skin smooth and hairless.
As Preetha kept staring into the sad eyes of the boy, the fire in her heart gradually subsided and gave rise to a surge of compassion in her. There was a bruise on the forehead of the boy; blue welts were surfacing all over his body. She was stunned that someone can beat such a frail looking child so ruthlessly! Is the world so mercilessly cruel these days?! Indeed, she has experienced cruelty in her life herself; yet, looking at this boy, she was suddenly overcome with empathy.
‘What is your name ?’ she spoke softly.


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MOTHERHOOD: A Tale of Love Amar+Srashta 16/04/06(Wed)02:12 No. 27625 ID: 8110d2

‘S… Salim’ the boy uttered mildly through hesitation.
‘Where do you live ?’
The boy replied ‘I have no place to live. I work in a tea stall in Lake Gardens area …. They allow me to sleep over there’.
‘Your parents?’
‘Th…they are no more Ma’am’
‘Where did you come from originally? Don’t you have any relatives?’
‘We belonged to a village called Nandigram. When I was too young, both my parents died in violence. We would have died too. Khurshid Uncle put me and my sister in a train bound for Kolkata. We landed here’.
Preetha felt a pang of shock inside her. She was aware of the terrible political violence that engulfed the area. ‘God …. So many children must have been lost everything!’
‘After arriving in the city, Raju Bhai took care of us.’ Said Salim. ‘He took us to a slum in the eastern part of the city. Me and my elder sister worked for him for some time. We used to beg near the highway traffic signal of Science City area. A couple of years went by. Then, one day I saw a few thugs whisked away my sister in a cab. Raju Bhai seemed ecstatic that night – offered me biriyani (a muslim dish). I could not eat though – I felt like throwing up’.
‘Then ?’ Preetha asked in a trembling voice.
‘It seems Raju Bhai did not dislike me … he didn’t thrash me too often. But, on some nights, after he was drunk, he forced me to sit on his lap and kissed me forcefully. It was disgusting, His breath was foul.’ Salim shivered at the memory.
‘Then, one day, Raju Bhai took me to Kalighat (a locality in Kolkata famous for prostitution) to offer prayers at the Kaali temple (The Kalighat temple is one of the most famous in Calcutta, it is strange how a temple and a red light area happen to co-exist). On our way back, there were girls lined up on the streets. I was not sure, but, for a fleeting second, it seemed I saw my sister standing amongst them. I was about to run to her, but Raju Bhai grabbed my hand and pulled me away. I called out to the girl, but she quickly turned away and walked off’.
Preetha felt nauseated as she listened.
‘On that day, Raju Bhai beat me up black and blue and locked me in a room. Then, when night came, he returned awfully drunk and …’
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MOTHERHOOD: A Tale of Love Amar+Srashta 16/04/06(Wed)02:19 No. 27626 ID: 8110d2

‘It’s okay, you need not tell anymore.’ Said Preetha. ‘Did you see your sister ever after that?’ She asked with concern.
For a few moments, the boy looked at her with a blank expression. ‘Yeah….Nearly three months after that incident, my sister came back to the slum with two ruffians in toe. They sought out Raju Bhai and battered him mercilessly. I guess he died then and there. My sister took me away from the slum’.
Preetha sighed as she felt slightly relieved.
‘Why didn’t you stay with your sister then, instead of living in tea stall?’
The boy trembled faintly as he replied.
‘Sister took me by to a dingy place called Shovabazar (a locality in Kolkata) by the subway train. I enjoyed the ride very much with my sister.’ A glint of faded happiness appeared for a moment in Salim’s eyes. ‘Those two thugs also came with us. Sister told me that we could live peacefully from that day onwards. There is a place called Sonagachhi near Shovabazar with rows of houses lining the streets. Many girls live in there – my sister also lived in one of the houses. I was not allowed to sleep with her. I used to sleep in a garage at night and ran errands for my sister and other girls during day time’.
Preetha was feeling uneasy again as she listened to what he had to say.
‘Then ….. ?’ she asked, stubbing the cigarette butt into the ashtray after a last long puff.
‘To tell you the truth, I never liked it over there. Nasty people kept coming. Every evening, my sister used to stand in the passage, all dolled up; men arrived one after another and went up the staircase. My sister looked so beautiful in her make-up and dress. She used to giggle constantly, but I knew for certain that her smiles and laughs were fake, she was sad within. There was a dirty bastard of a man. He tried to force my sister to do disgusting things. One night, my sister tried to run away from him and as he tried to forcibly pull her inside, she slapped him. I was standing close; there was a flower vase lying nearby. I picked it up and smashed it on his head. He became furious and attacked me. He would have killed me that night had the landlady not intervened. The very next day, I was turned out by the landlady. My sister pleaded a lot on my behalf, but to no avail. She secretly gave me a 500 rupee bill (about 7 USD) before we parted. For days, I roamed from place to place and finally reached the tea stall across the road where I am now. You know, I have been saving my earnings so that I can visit my sister again’.


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MOTHERHOOD: A Tale of Love Amar+Srashta 16/04/06(Wed)02:23 No. 27627 ID: 8110d2

As Preetha listened to his tale, her heart ached from anguish; droplets of tear pooled in her eyes and rolled down her smooth cheeks. Her heart heaved from a turmoil inside just like the nature outside was lashed by gushes of wind and torrential rain.
Salim kept mum for a few minutes and then continued in an agonized voice ‘To speak the truth, maa’m, I did not enter here just for taking shelter from the rains. The shop I work for was closed for the last two days as the owner did not turn up. I didn’t have any food since last night. I was very hungry. Nemai, the homeless street looney, told me that there was a celebration in this apartment complex today. There would be a lot of waste food in the garbage bin. I snuck into the building in hope of scavenging some food, but the watchman spotted me before I could reach the backyard’.
Preetha could not bear any more. She got up from the sofa and called up the restaurant to place more orders. She was told that delivery would take time as it was still raining outside. Preetha felt annoyed this time and told them to send in the food at once; she would bear the extra charge, she said. The man replied with professional courtesy that they would try their level best. Preetha dropped the receiver and cursed the man under her breath. She started thinking what to offer the boy in the meantime. Her apartment was in disarray, nothing worthwhile in the fridge too.
‘You stay here … I’m coming in a second’, said she. She cursed the maid for not keeping any ready snacks in the kitchen. The fact is she never told the maid to keep some food in the kitchen – she was not bothered for such things anymore!
She spotted a jar on a rack with some cookies in it. Picking it up, she hurriedly returned to the living room. Handing the jar to Salim, she told ‘Help yourself…..I have ordered for food; it would take some time’. The boy froze and pleaded ‘No maa’m…..I am okay. I shall leave as soon as the rain stops. But, please see that I am not handed over to the police …..’
Preetha said ‘I dare whoever wants to do so …… take a few …… please ……’ as she took out a few cookies from the jar herself.
Salim was still not agreeing. Preetha placed the palm of her hand on his head and pleaded softly ‘Won’t you listen to me ? See …. I am just like your mother, isn’t it?’
A shiver went through Salim as soon as he heard this. He took the biscuits with a trembling hand. Preetha was observing the boy…..in spite of being famished; he started eating the biscuits slowly. He is really well mannered, Preetha thought.
She sat on the sofa, observing the boy as he was eating. She was feeling a deep compassion in her heart. The vodka was having its effect….there was a strange drowsiness inside. She felt drawn towards the boy; it was not plain compassion …. It was something else. She was under a spell, a web of myriad feelings.
Salim ate all the biscuits one by one and then asked ‘Maa’m, can I have some water please?’ Preetha broke out in a sob!
The boy looked at Preetha, dumbfounded. ‘Did I say anything wrong, maa’m ? No, please ….. don’t cry maa’m …… I…I’am going away.’ said he.


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‘No!’ cried out Preetha. ‘Come…..come here’ Preetha called out to the boy with open arms. As Salim took one or two hesitant steps forward, Preetha grabbed his wrists and forcefully pulled him into her bosom. She started crying uncontrollably. She didn’t cry like this even when she lost her unborn child. The boy went stiff for some time; but then, he too was swayed by emotion and softly hugged Preetha’s body. He put his head on her chest and started shedding tears silently.


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MOTHERHOOD: A Tale of Love Amar+Srashta 16/04/06(Wed)02:42 No. 27629 ID: 8110d2
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Gradually, Preetha’s sobs subsided and came to a stop. She was feeling a strange tranquility inside. It felt so good to hug the thin, frail body of the boy. She put a finger below his chin and gently lifted up his face. His eyes were half closed from the warmth of her comfort; his lips were trembling gently from overflowing emotion. Preetha kept looking at that sweet innocent face for a long time and then, as if unknown to herself, leaned and placed her soft, plump lips on his thin trembling ones for a warm, soft kiss. She hugged him tighter and started raining kisses on his checks, below his eyes, on his forehead. And then finally their lips locked with a hungry yearning. Preetha’s lips, and tongue invaded the boy’s small maw, tasting his mouth, drinking from it and in return filling him up with her warm saliva. Something had gotten into her. Her passion had become uncontrollable; otherwise this is certainly not the way she was going to kiss him, a little boy, young and small enough to be her son. As their mouths parted, there were strings of spit hanging between their lips. Preetha slurped in the gooey strands.
Salim, too, was overcome with unbridled emotions. His breathing became rapid. At long last, Preetha asked softly ‘I have put you on my lap and kissed you. I have been drinking and smoking. My breath is not fresh…did you feel bad about it ?’
Salim swallowed hard, looking at her with his big hazel eye; in a faint voice, he uttered ‘No ……Y…your breath is fine.’


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Anonymous 16/04/07(Thu)05:48 No. 27637 ID: fef053

This is a good example of graphomania. And the typical local "writers" parasitism on another's pictures.


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anonymous 16/04/07(Thu)06:15 No. 27638 ID: 05beab

What do you mean by parasitism? Do you mean the author stole images from other stories?


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Anonymous 16/04/07(Thu)07:04 No. 27639 ID: 9192b9

>>27637

It's stated in multiple places that the writer and author actually worked together on this. At any rate, if you're not actually drawing or coloring or coding, or otherwise producing content for the wider community yourself, it's a bit disingenuous to go calling other people parasites. Especially if your main contribution to the board overall consists of haranguing people for not drawing what you want, when you want, and how you want.

That said, there were parts of this that could have been shortened, particularly the elements that were explaining specific Indian cultural concepts that made 1 appearance, and then never got mentioned again. I, personally, found them interesting, really interesting actually, but I know from past experience that a lot of people would prefer for their erofics to get right to the sex, or at least, right to the leadup to the sex.
In the end, it's really up to the author how they want to do things, but the general public does tend to prefer their sex yesterday. If nothing else, it would probably be good to try and condense certain cultural explanations to a few sentences, as opposed to a whole paragraph. You never know how much of this stuff actually is known to people.

Obviously, the art is great, and it mixes well with the story. The characters are very, very, fleshed out, and I feel like I know everything about them, and their environment, at this point. They're likable, and sympathetic, without becoming overly-idealized. They have flaws, but overall, they're good people. That's nice to see. The setting is uncommon, and it's very fleshed out, as well.
The overall storyline of 'wealthy and beautiful, but also lonely woman adopts street boy with heart of gold' is, honestly, old as hell, and really common, but it's also a good storyline. It works well in most stories, and it works well in this story. I'm interested in seeing how the story progresses, and that means that the author has done their job, and done it well. I really like this story, and I'm interested in seeing more.


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Anonymous 16/04/08(Fri)00:24 No. 27645 ID: 69bb57

Is this story ongoing? Was hoping to see some hardcore stuff


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MOTHERHOOD: A Tale of Love Amar+Srashta 16/04/08(Fri)05:42 No. 27646 ID: 8110d2
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Preetha let out a deep sigh, lifted the boy from her lap and put him beside her on the sofa. ‘My ! How light he felt, as if he had no weight at all like a kitten!’
Myriad emotions were flooding Preetha’s mind. She felt a sudden pang of guilt for what she had just done. That kiss was not motherly at all, it was of a woman yearning of sexual gratification. She felt a sudden unease. Preetha dropped the pallu of her saree from her chest; a surprised half-cry escaped her lips as her eyes fell on her breasts. Milk was seeping out of her stiff nipples and drenched her blouse! This was on the other hand the primal yearning of a mother.
Preetha held Salim’s hand and spoke with a tear choked voice. ‘Salim, I am sorry,’ she said, ‘I acted inappropriately. It was not right of me to kiss you like that’. Salim looked at her with large confused eyes and said ‘It was possibly the first time I felt so good in years Ma’am. I felt safe and loved; your arms were so warm and soft around me as if nothing could hurt me anymore. I am not feeling anymore pain, as if the watchman had never beaten me at all. You healed me in that instant.’ He said. His words sounded so mature and full of earnestness, Preetha could not control herself anymore and held his head on his bosom as it heaved with her sobs. Preetha was crying again, and Salim was also shedding tears of sadness combined with happiness silently. They both kept crying for an unknown period of time, as if the world around them melted and flooded by their emotions. Nothing seemed to matter anymore, just a woman who has been scorned, cheated and robbed of her most precious belonging and a boy who had lost everything even before he started his life.


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MOTHERHOOD: A Tale of Love Amar+Srashta 16/04/08(Fri)05:44 No. 27647 ID: 8110d2
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had lost everything even before he started his life.
Slowly their tears subsided. Preetha looked down deeply into Salim’s eyes, held his hand and placed it on her heavy, soft and warm bosom. ‘Swear to me…’ she said, ‘Swear that everything you said is true. I need you to swear because I am going to take a major decision in my life at this moment.’ She said with a trembling voice.
‘I…I swear Ma’am…I have no reason to tell any lies.’ Salim’s gaze was drawn to her breasts; his large hazel eyes seemed even larger as he kept staring at them, wide-eyed in surprise, the thin material of the blouse was sopping wet with her milk, which was also giving out a faint odor! Though his body did not grow in harmony with his age owing to continued lack of nutrition, but his male hormones were already active. He was visibly stunned to see the opulent assets of such a stunningly beautiful, fully grown-up woman from such closeness! He looked so utterly confused and nervous.


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MOTHERHOOD: A Tale of Love Amar+Srashta 16/04/08(Fri)05:46 No. 27648 ID: 8110d2
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Looking at him, Preetha could realize, with her natural instinct, the whirlwind of emotions playing in the boys mind. Without paying any heed, she opened the hooks of her blouse with expert hands one by one. She literally picked up the boy with her strong hands and put him on her lap, almost forcibly.
‘Stop calling me Ma’am…I told you to call me Mom!’ she said with mock agitation. The boy froze, overcome by the turn of events. Preetha held out her left nipple in front of his mouth and said softly ‘Drink from me…..I know you are so hungry and I shall fulfill my long pent-up needs through you, sweety!’
Salim looked at her in wide-eyed wonder; he had no control over his emotions. Puckering his trembling lips, he caught the large nipple between them. An electric-like shock went through Preetha’s body which was responded by a large streak of lightening and a bolt of thunder outside in the dark wet sky. A half-audible gasp escaped Preetha’s mouth ‘Ahh ….. issshhhh …….’.
Salim started sucking gently; he was too overcome with emotions and went with the flow.
Preetha squealed ‘Suck hard ….. ahh, the pores are stuck …… suck harder, dear ……’
Salim closed his eyes and gave a strong pull with his lips, his thin cheeks caved in by the force of the suck. ‘Ufffff …..’ moaned Preetha. Afraid by her reaction, Salim tried to remove his lips from the nipple, but Preetha forcefully held his head immobile and, with her other hand, pushed her left boob forcefully into his mouth. She could feel that milk has started flowing freely from her breast.


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MOTHERHOOD: A Tale of Love Amar+Srashta 16/04/08(Fri)05:47 No. 27649 ID: 8110d2
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Salim did not like the taste of breast milk initially, but, as he nursed on, he felt intoxicated. He continued sucking like a new born babe. A heavenly bliss and pure pleasure descended on Preetha; she slowly reclined on the sofa and put her head on the backrest. Her face was lit up by a heavenly smile …. a smile befitting a contended mother !
Preetha kept on caressing the boy’s head and back in an intimate motherly manner as he fed from her. ‘Oh God!’, she thought in her mind, ‘I never could imagine the pleasure of nursing a child….my womanhood reached fulfillment today!’. She could feel that her breast milk filling up the mouth of this poor urchin, going down his throat into his stomach, gratifying his hunger, ‘My God…..such gratification, so much pleasure, what bliss !
After some more time, Salim detached his mouth from her nipple and said ‘No more….I am full Ma’am!’. Preetha smiled sweetly and playfully striking his cheek, remarked mockingly ‘There is another one ! What will happen to that? And didn’t I tell you to call me mom or mommy?’

Salim gasped, ‘B…But….you are actually not my mother...how can I call you mom?!’.
Preetha said emphatically ‘I filled your belly with the milk of my body, which makes me your Mom. I am your mom so stop addressing me as an unknown lady. You shall henceforth address me with love, as a son should address his mom, okay?’.
Salim nodded his head in meek acceptance.
Preetha pulled his body a bit more downwards and pressed her other full breast on his mouth. She said mockingly ‘…. Now say, mom – give me milk!’.
With the weight of Preetha’s large breast pressing on his mouth, Salim could mutter ‘Mom…gib be bilk’ . Preetha laughed aloud in glee ‘Shit, you are so cute!’ she cried.
Salim started sucking again. Preetha felt the initial pang of pain in her other unused nipple; but in a while she was again flooded with bliss”. ‘Uffffff…keep sucking, dear…keep drinking, as much as you want!’ Preetha muttered with closed eyes.


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MOTHERHOOD: A Tale of Love Amar+Srashta 16/04/08(Fri)05:49 No. 27650 ID: 8110d2
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After some time, Preetha opened her eyes. Suddenly, her gaze was drawn to the front of the boy’s shorts. She got startled! The boy was wearing a very old tattered boxer shorts, the fly was open in absence of buttons and…..oh ! The boy’s hard erect penis rose straight out of it and stood erect in the air! The penis was small in size …… may be five inches in length (which is normal; one cannot expect a larger penis in a boy such small size, Preetha mused internally), but it was rock hard! It looked a stick made up of pink frozen ice. Yes, the penis was pink in colour. Unlike other parts of his body, his genitals never came in direct contact with sunlight; so it retained its original color. Preetha mused internally, ‘God ! just imagine how fair was the boy !’.
Preetha thought to ignore the sight, but her gaze was constantly getting drawn towards it. ‘It may be small in size, but beautiful and perfectly shaped’, she thought. The pink foreskin was drawn back; the reddish tip and glans were clearly visible! The tip was already moist with pre-cum. The penis was drawing her attention like a magnet; she felt an irresistible urge to touch it! A turbulence stormed in her mind – a tussle of urge over hesitation. ‘Shame on me! I told him I am his mom….why should I have such an urge?, she reasoned within herself. Then, another thought flooded her mind. ‘Well, why his penis is standing hard and erect like this then? Can one have an erection with one’s mother?’.
The boy has undergone so much suffering in his small life; so much torture and neglect. A fabulous woman like Preetha has shown him such kindness, given him the privilege of her closeness, warmth and care. Well, he may feel aroused. Truly, Preetha is such a girl who can make any male hot any moment with her sexual appeal. And, then, the boy may be smallish in size, but his hormones must have become active! Preetha did not find anything wrong in Salim’s physical excitement, after all.
A torrent of thoughts went through her mind. ‘I compelled him to address me as mom, I myself fed him my breast milk, but, frankly, what is his direct biological relation with me?’ Preetha reasoned internally. ‘If a girl can give so much permissiveness and warmth to a young adult, how she can prevent his normal biological urge?’
‘Well, in that case, will it not be better if she also helps in releasing his sexual tension?’ she thought and, to face the truth, why only Salim is to blame? – doesn’t her own body and mind are asking for fulfillment? – not just as a mother, but also as a woman?
Preetha slowly reached out, caught hold of the boy’s erect penis in her soft hand and started to stroke it gently. The boy got startled, jerkily removed his mouth from Preetha’s nipple and looked down, milk oozing down the corner of his lips. Preetha pressed his head back to her boobs. ‘Be quiet, it’s okay. Keep sucking …… let me take care of you. You would love it in the end.’ Preetha purred.
Within five minutes, Salim jerkily removed his mouth from Preetha’s boobs and let out a long muffled cry ‘Ahhhh …… oh Mom!’ as squirts of semi-dense semen started spurting out of the red tip of his hard penis in large blobs. Being a boy, the semen was not very dense, but Preetha was surprised by its quantity. It must have filled half a cup, she thought. Rivulets of semen rolled down Preetha’s hand, oozed out of her fist and pooled onto his shorts.


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MOTHERHOOD: A Tale of Love Amar+Srashta 16/04/08(Fri)05:50 No. 27651 ID: 8110d2
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Salim lay still for a long time on Preetha’s lap – fully spent. His small chest was trembling like a bird, his body being raked with strained breathing. His T-shirt was soaked in milk that oozed out of his mouth while his boxer shorts were wet with semen. Preetha reclined back on the couch, resting herself as the boy lied between her legs. She felt relaxed and dreamy.
When his breathing became normal again and he was in a position to speak, he asked Preetha in a dazed voice ‘What happened to me, mom…..did I piss in my pants? But, I had a strange feeling in my body – it never happens when I pee!’
Preetha giggled heartily, ‘Pee does not look like this either.’, she said as she brushed her semen-soaked fingers on Salim’s cheeks. His cheeks got smeared with semen as he winced back.
‘Ehhh ….. nasty ….. ishhhh’, Salim said as he sat up upright on the sofa and tried to rub his face dry with the hem of his T-shirt.
‘No use rubbing your face with it……your shirt, shorts have all become totally soiled. Take them off, I shall put them in the washing machine.’, Preetha said as she loosely draped her pallu over her bare chest.
Salim hesitantly said ‘What shall I wear if I take them off?’; he stood awkwardly before Preetha.
‘Nothing ……’ said a bemused Preetha as she forcibly stripped Salim off his shorts. Salim tried to prevent, but could Preetha’s strength as she stripped him naked giggling.
‘Let me turn on the water heater. Let us take a bath.’ said Preetha as she pulled out the T-shirt over Salim’s head.
Salim had started to shed his shyness slowly; he did not look very embarrassed now standing stark naked before Preetha wrapping his hands around his thin chest as a last sign of modesty.
‘My, how frail he is!’ Preetha mused in her mind. ‘If he stays with me, I shall fatten him up with my boob juice.’
There were blue welts all over his body. That ruthless watchman needs to be fired immediately, Preetha thought in her mind.


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MOTHERHOOD: A Tale of Love Amar+Srashta 16/04/08(Fri)05:51 No. 27652 ID: 8110d2
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She strolled towards the washroom, holding Salim by hand. Her pallu came off and started loitering behind her. Entering the washroom, she first filled the bathtub with hot water. ‘If the boy sits in hot water for some time, his body ache may lessen a bit’ she thought.
Salim said ‘Wow ! you have this in your bathroom!’ as he pointed to Preetha’s bathtub. Preetha smiled and then started to take off her saree saying ‘I have many other things for you my darling.’ Salim was observing her, dumbfounded. He had seen quite a few pretty girls in his small life, particularly during his stay in the red light area of Sonagachi. He had never dreamt to come across a lady as wonderfully beautiful as Preetha – so tall, so curvaceous and so opulently healthy! Her pedigree, class and stature was way above those girls and it was evident in the way she spoke, moved or carried herself. As she shed off her clothes she didn’t look like a mere woman to him, she was like the large bare statue of Goddess Durga which the sculptors of Kumartuli created with their years of artistic skills before Durga Puja, the greatest and biggest festival of Bengalis.


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MOTHERHOOD: A Tale of Love Amar+Srashta 16/04/08(Fri)05:52 No. 27653 ID: 8110d2
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After stripping off her saree and blouse, Preetha stood stark naked before Salim. Nobody except her husband Ayan ever had the fortune to see her threadbare like this. But the very remembrance of her husband’s name brought disgust in Preetha’s mind. Preetha stood before Salim and drew him close to her. He was lost in the warmth and fragrance of his newly found mother’s body, as if he was in a dream. The front mirror held their reflection. ‘What a puny boy…..standing, he head does not touch my boobs even! He can suck my breasts standing like this. I could be so much fun!’ Preetha smiled in her mind.


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MOTHERHOOD: A Tale of Love Amar+Srashta 16/04/08(Fri)05:53 No. 27654 ID: 8110d2
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She took him to the bathtub, sitting in the slowly filling warm water first and leading him into it, placing him comfortably on her lap. They sat in the bathtub for a long time, Preetha holding Salim in her embrace. The headiness of the alcohol returned as she sat in the hot water, soaking in the warmth. The boy was reclined comfortably on her body, resting his head on her chest. Preetha’s heartbeats pulsed in his ears. His body got fully relaxed by the warmth of the water and Preetha’s warm embrace. ‘This is heaven!’ he thought drowsily.
Preetha whispered in his ear ‘Like it? Does the ache feel a bit less now?’
‘The pain is now gone, mom!’ he replied and started imparting tiny soft kisses on Preetha’s robust right forearm which was draped around his neck. Preetha felt a shiver down her body !


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jo 16/04/09(Sat)04:26 No. 27665 ID: aea619

awesome job, what an amazing story line and style. thank you for coming back!
i apologize to ruin such beautiful story, could you add two sons and mother?
Ps: armpit hair licking please!
thx!


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MOTHERHOOD: A Tale of Love Amar+Srashta 16/04/09(Sat)10:23 No. 27666 ID: 8110d2

Hi Jo, I haven't created anything with two sons and mother but maybe sometime in future. Although the other thing you have asked for is definitely there and coming in the later parts of the story.


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jo 16/04/10(Sun)00:05 No. 27669 ID: 2f59b5

>>27666

Thank you for your message, i always support you!

i hope to see that in future! i think i got a fetish for incest stories!
even i like mom,dad and son threesomes!
ofcourse with hairy armpit mom.lol


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Anonymous 16/04/16(Sat)23:58 No. 27705 ID: 31b4aa

Cant wait to see more of this


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Anonymous 16/04/25(Mon)02:59 No. 27768 ID: bcc6d6

Is there more to this? Hoping for some hardcore action


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Anonymous 16/05/20(Fri)12:10 No. 27939 ID: 946d1d

I search through this chan daily in the hopes of finding an update to this story. Please don't give up on it. I for one treasure this as a masterpiece, and I don't think the story needs any additional changes or requests, it's absolutely perfect as is.


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Anonymous 16/05/21(Sat)18:25 No. 27945 ID: b92faa

OMG, I've been lurking here since the beginning, please dont abandon this project! Please continue....


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Anonymous 16/05/21(Sat)19:51 No. 27946 ID: 0151dc
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fuck bengalis assamese is superior bengali is haram


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MOTHERHOOD: A Tale of Love Anonymous 16/05/22(Sun)03:42 No. 27951 ID: b36339

some writing and artwork is left to complete so please have patience will post very soon.


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Sarah 16/05/23(Mon)05:55 No. 27957 ID: f35548

that is nicely set up to be something to love


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MOTHERHOOD: A Tale of Love Anonymous 16/06/11(Sat)01:18 No. 28087 ID: 9815d4
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Salim now turned in the bathtub and sat facing Preetha. He stared wide-eyed at his savior. This divine damsel is no ordinary woman….she must be a deity. No ordinary woman can be so tall, so beautiful, so healthy and so strong – all at a time ! As she sat reclined in the bathtub, droplets of water were trickling down her wide rounded shoulders. Her opulent glorious breasts were half immersed in the water in the tub – they looked sublime as they heaved up down with the rhythm of her breathing. Her goddess-like face looked exquisite with the glow of bliss and slight intoxication from the vodka. The tiny black mole at the corner of her lip has rendered an irresistible charm to her curvaceous lips.
Preetha felt a bit uneasy at the way he stared at her with fascination. ‘Why are you looking at me like that?’ She asked softly. ‘I…’ fumbled Salim, ‘I have never seen anyone so beautiful like you Mommy…I still can’t believe if this is true or I am dreaming!’ There was such sincerity in his voice and eyes that Preetha’s heart melted further. She was not a stranger to compliments, men have complimented her in so many ways, but the way Salim said those words with the innocence and commitment of a child, it couldn’t ring any truer.
‘This is real my darling…’ Preetha said fondling his half wet hair and trailing her palm on his wet cheeks; ‘This is how our lives will be from now on. I am not going to let you go…ever. You will be with me, you will stay me with me, you will be mine and I am yours. We will live together till the end of times, I promise you that, I have taken my decision.’ She said.
Salim was looking at her unblinking as she said those words, looking at the movement of her mouth, her beautiful curvy lips forming those sweet words and the irresistible call of that mole which beckoned him.
Salim didn’t say a word and slid up his slight frame over her wet fleshy body, and tried to reach her lips. He was yearning for a kiss, but Preetha decided to teach the boy some self control and ceased his approach by firmly grabbing his back and arching her neck back so that he couldn’t reach her face.
‘What are you doing?’ She asked, Salim squirmed a little as her breath brushed his face, so close…yet so far, the smell of her mouth heightened his eagerness to taste it.
‘a kiss Mommy…a kiss….just one…please…’ Salim pleaded.
‘What have you done to deserve a kiss?’ Preetha replied giggling, to which Salim desperately said
‘What do I have to do Mommy…just tell me…what do I have to do to kiss you?’
‘Mmmm….let me think….’Preetha pondered in a bemused manner and then said mischievously,
‘let me see how strong you are, you have to lift one of my boobs with your mouth, you can’t use your hands, just your mouth, you will have to pull it up and hold it for five seconds.’ She said.
Salim looked at her for a couple of seconds and then smiled with the enthusiasm of a boy, accepting the challenge.
He clamped his mouth around the nipple of her left breast and sucked hard, his cheeks caving in and creating a vacuum, Preetha could feel her milk bud moistening with his saliva and her spurting milk.
‘SSS…Ahhh…mind your teeth…it hurts…’ she moaned, and Salim wrapped his lips over his teeth, wary of not causing her the slightest discomfort. He pulled and he pulled hard, lifting his head and with that her left breast as well. He was lifting more than three kilos of flesh with his mouth only; her breast was bigger than his head.
Preetha was amazed to see the boy’s commitment. She threw back her head and laughed heartily, as Salim lifted her breast and held it up with his mouth, her sweet laughter magic to his ears.


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MOTHERHOOD: A Tale of Love Anonymous 16/06/11(Sat)01:23 No. 28088 ID: 9815d4
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‘Haha haha…bass bass…okay, you have become an Olympic breast lifter.’ She laughed out.
‘Now let go, or you will hurt your jaws’ she said, and finally Salim released the boob from the clamp of his mouth with a popping sound, milk mixed with his saliva oozing out from Salim’s mouth and Preetha’s breast as the massive mammary plopped back with a wet fleshy sound. Preetha was appalled by the amount of milk she had leaked out in his mouth. She didn’t wait anymore to bestow his reward; she dragged him close to her and locked her lips on his tiny mouth. Their tongues explored each other’s oral cavities with desperate urgency, rolling over each other, brushing inner cheeks, teeth and palates; copious warm saliva mingling and threatening to overflow. When they finally released each other they were gasping for breath, their lips and chins smeared with their mixed drool. Both were feeling shy and couldn’t look at each other. With his gaze down and a cute smile on his wet lips Salim asked Preetha, ‘Can I sit on your lap for a while Mommy…I just want to cuddle with you…’ Preetha smiled and nodded without saying anything. She relaxed as his small hands brushed on her chest, marveling at the wet smoothness, at first with little hesitation and shyness but gradually becoming bolder with the moment. He cupped each breast with both his hands, amazed by the size and heaviness, he pressed them between his palms as milked oozed and trickled down from them mixing with the warm water. He splashed handfuls of water on her breast giggling and then squeezed the nipples, rubbing them with his thumb, pushing the erect bud deep in the soft mound of her boob flesh; he was veritably playing with them. It hurt a little but Preetha ignored the minor pain, reveling in the waves of pleasure spreading through her body. Preetha felt with this continuous breast stimulation she might reach orgasm even without any vaginal contact. She didn’t at that moment want to reach that point of losing control completely, over her mind, heart and body. She held Salim’s frail wrists and told him softly, ‘That’s it, enough, lets clean you up now’. Salim obeyed without a word.


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MOTHERHOOD: A Tale of Love Anonymous 16/06/11(Sat)01:28 No. 28089 ID: 9815d4
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Preetha poured a large amount of her expensive shampoo on his shaggy head, working up a thick lather as his eyes closed with the pleasure of her soft hands and long fingers trailing on his head. Her blissful touch was easing out all pain from his body, he never felt so much comfort in his entire life and it was like he had passed away and went to heaven. Preetha cleaned his long unruly hair with the hand shower, warm water cascading on his head and washing away years of dirt and grime, making him feel like a new person all over. As she was done washing his head he turned at her and requested to return the favor, Preetha felt a gushing love for this child. She told him she doesn’t want to wet her hair, but he can wash her body if he wanted.
Preetha poured a lot of liquid bubble soap in the water and showed Salim how to use the hand shower. Salim was overjoyed by it, and started playing with the hand shower, spraying water on her chest. The warm spray felt wonderful on her massive milk heavy mammaries. Preetha reclined back, relaxing as Salim washed her breasts with the shower, rubbing them and foaming up the water around. Salim picked up a soap bar from the stand and asked Preetha if he can wash her with it. Preetha knew she didn’t need anymore washing, but understood that he just wanted to feel her up and she indulged.
Salim went behind her as she leaned back on his body, resting as his hands rubbed the soap all over her breasts, shoulders, arms and neck. Her smooth soft olive skin glistened with the slick soap foam; Salim’s small hands were feeling wonderful on her body. She felt there was a certain inhibition playing inside the boy. He was curious like a cabin boy beholding the ocean for the first time, eager, yet awestruck by the vastness and depth. His hands were a bit unsure and shaky as they trailed on her warm wet skin. Preetha decided to make him a bit more familiar to the body of a woman. She raised her arm back and patted his shoulder. ‘Come, there’s a lot left of me to wash.’ She purred.


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MOTHERHOOD: A Tale of Love Anonymous 16/06/11(Sat)01:33 No. 28090 ID: 9815d4
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After that Preetha was washed with a shower of kisses all over her body. He started with her neck and wide shoulders, going down to her chest and those massive breasts, covering almost every square inch of them. Preetha reclined back and responded with soft sighs, gasps and moans. As he was on her belly, his small tongue fluttered in and around her navel, she winced and licked her lips; a soft moan escaped her mouth. In the beginning Salim was apprehensive as he thought he was causing Preetha discomfort but then it dawned upon him that those sounds were of pleasure, and it was a sweeter music to his ears than the voices of heaven. It encouraged him and he went further down her navel, and at that point Preetha clamped her vagina with her hand. No, she was not ready for this, not yet. This is one treasure she will reveal to him in due time, when she decides.
‘Enough…’she said, ‘…now come here, let me wash you, I am not done with it yet.’


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MOTHERHOOD: A Tale of Love Anonymous 16/06/11(Sat)01:47 No. 28091 ID: 9815d4
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Salim obediently curled up to his new mother, resting on her chest as she wrapped his skinny body with her softness. In a relaxed way her hands travelled all over his slight chest and arms, at this point they were just enjoying the comfort of warm foamy water and each other’s bodies. Preetha had never felt so good cuddling with any man (There was only one in her life, Ayan and the memory repulsed her), the way she felt with this boy. He reminded her of her childhood and her favorite teddy bear Mr. Poppins, which was her only friend and she spent the whole day with it, feeding it, mothering it, making imaginary conversations and cuddling while sleeping. Salim at that moment reminded her of the same comfort, her body was flooded with a surge of good hormones, the feeling was absolutely blissful. She could feel his heart thumping like a fluttering bird inside the cage of his chest under her hands and then she noticed something was rising out of the water.
It was his penis, ‘did it already grow a little?’ she wondered. It was hard and erect like a pole, the glans peeping out of the foreskin, it was throbbing red. It was so hard that it stood steady like a flag post, pulsating, the tip moist with water and oozing pre-cum.
‘Baby…’ she whispered in his ear, ‘…can I clean it for you? It won’t hurt I promise.’
Salim sighed and kissed her arm, ‘You can do whatever you want mommy, if you are doing it, everything feels good. There’s no need to ask me.’ He muttered.
Preetha giggled and reached out to his penis, he was so small that even leaning on her chest, legs stretched out, his cock was about half her arm’s length away. She held it delicately with both hands.
Just by the touch of her soft hands he trembled a little and buried his face in the nook of her thick arm, breathing hard. Preetha gently held his organ and slowly peeled off the foreskin from the glans, exposing the tender bulbous head. Salim whimpered a little, his sharp breathing tickling the inside of her right arm as Preetha giggled playfully. With a few gentle strokes the sheath of the foreskin was sliding up and down smoothly. Preetha understood it must have been a bit painful for the boy, since it was probably the first time his penis was being treated. He must understand how important it is to clean the foreskin as smegma might gather in the skin folds. So far it was clean since it was the first day he had ejaculated, but Preetha did not take any chances, she rubbed the foreskin with foam and water, she wanted him squeaky clean.
So much genital stimulation was overwhelming little Salim, it was hurting a bit, his foreskin was quite tight and peeling it off and cleaning it was quite painful; but it felt surprisingly good as well. His mother’s hands were so soft and she was so gentle yet firm. It seemed she knew exactly want to do. His penis felt safe and secure enveloped by her soft hands, and long sleek fingers.
Salim was moaning indistinctly, and Preetha wondered if it was because of pain or pleasure…or both? However she wanted to comfort him even more, her left hand stroking the rock hard penis she guided his head with her other hand to face her as she leaned forward looking into his half closed eyes deeply.
‘Is it hurting, my little angel?’ She asked softly.
Looking at her goddess like kind and beautiful face Salim felt all pain and discomfort fleeting. The tiny droplets of water on her cheeks and neck shining like diamonds, her deep dark eyes and her impossibly beautiful lips forming those comforting words made her look like an angel. Her mouth…her lips…the warm scent of her breath; her incredibly beautiful mouth and that little mole beckoned him, he felt like going inside her mouth and stay there forever. He was dumbfounded for a while and then could speak hesitantly.
‘No mom…it’s not hurting. You can never hurt me mom…’ he whispered.
Preetha felt her heart would explode with love. She pulled him up and lowered her face to his eager mouth and they kissed again.
It was the deepest most intimate kiss possible. First she just breathed in his mouth as he sucked her breath in hungrily, relishing the moist warmth and smell. Then she opened up a bit more, letting his curious tongue enter her oral cavity. It flicked nervously tasting the moisture of her tongue. Preetha understood his nervousness and gently wrapped her soft lips around his tiny mouth, guiding his little tongue inside her, playing with it with her own, bathing it with her copious saliva…their mutual pleasure was off the charts at that moment, with Preetha stroking his genital and their mouths playing with each other. They had lost count of time sailing on an ocean of love and pleasure.


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MOTHERHOOD: A Tale of Love Anonymous 16/06/11(Sat)02:00 No. 28092 ID: 9815d4
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Finally they parted a little, gasping for much needed breath. Preetha brushed Salim’s lips gently with her tongue and he also responded by flicking his tongue on her. They played for a while like that, little frantic touch and go of tongues, playing with the strings of saliva bobbing between them, smiling and giggling like two children at play. Preetha felt child like a child herself and her mind riddled with mischievous ideas.
‘Open your mouth.’ She said as she lowered his head, cradled in her right arm. Salim obeyed without a word. There was a pause for a while as Preetha worked up as much saliva as she could inside her mouth all the while stroking his cock.
‘What are you doing mom?’ Salim asked wondering, looking at her pursed lips, Preetha didn’t reply and tapped his cheek, understanding the gesture Salim opened wide and Preetha released a thick, warm, bubbling stream of saliva from her mouth. It oozed and dripped copiously in Salim’s eager maw filling the little hole with her viscous oral fluids. Salim kept his mouth open expecting more, Preetha was a little surprised, she expected him to be somewhat offended but all he wanted was more!
Preetha spat again, and then again pouring as much drool as she could produce in her mouth till it overflowed and trickled down the corner of Salim’s lips. That’s it, there was no more, Preetha’s mouth was almost dry. She pushed Salim’s chin up gently closing his brimming mouth. Salim didn’t immediately gulp down her spit, he swirled it inside, rolling his tongue around the liquid, tasting the juices of her mouth, enjoying the thick foamy texture. ‘Oh my God,’ Preetha marveled, ‘He really loves all this lewdness!’
To Salim, this was not any depravity at all; it was an act of unquestionable pure love. He could taste his new mother’s love in her saliva. It had the faintest flavor of Vodka she was having and that intrinsic, private smell of her mouth. It was a divine taste, perhaps second only to the taste of her breast milk. She was a goddess and any of her bodily fluids was nectar of life for him. This impossibly kind, beautiful and gentle goddess was gracious enough to find a wretched humble being like himself worthy of savoring her spit and he felt immensely privileged and honored for that. Slowly, very slowly he swallowed her saliva little by little, trying to enjoy it for as long as he could and finally his thin quivering mouth parted, releasing a sigh of satisfaction, his little pink tongue licked around his lips.
Preetha was amazed by the glow of satisfaction on his face. This was an act of ultimate unconditional devotion and submission to her, and she found a renewed rush of love and adoration flooding her heart.
She held him close tightly, whispering sweet nothingness in his ears as she stroked his penis, this time not with any hygienic motive, he was clean enough; but to guide him to the doorway of absolute physical salvation. Salim whimpered as Preetha’s soft hand worked up his penis, while with the other she caressed his face and body. He had become like a ball of dough in her hands which she rubbed, stroked and squeezed to her will. They had both fallen silent; the only sounds in the bathroom were their breathing and soft splashes of water as she stroked him.
Salim’s breathing turned labored as ecstasy intensified. Soft moans escaped his throat, his abdomen caving in and out in rapid spasms with each stroke. This time it felt even better, his mother’s hand soft and slippery with foam, him being cradled on her large warm and soft body, their combined naked wetness creating a sublime and deep bond. Perhaps the last time Salim felt this comfortable, warm and secure was even before his birth, inside his late mother’s womb.
The indistinct mewling of the tiny boy pressed hard on her body made Preetha feel the ultimate bliss of being a woman. She felt a halo of preternatural feminine energy around her, an aura of divinity. Like a mother she will shower all her love on him, like a woman she will introduce him to the pleasures and pains of copulation, but like a goddess she will also have complete sway over him. He was completely, unconditionally her own, she was his only salvation from the ravages of the world. She was his Mother, Woman and Goddess, and he her Son, Lover and Worshipper. Preetha had never felt so much positive energy inside her, and in her enthusiasm she started stroking faster, stronger carrying him to the brink of final release.
‘Ah…ah…ahhhhh…mommy…!’ Salim cried out, his body trembling with the throes of the impending climax. Preetha’s silky wet hands stroked relentlessly, sheathing and unsheathing his throbbing hard penis from the foreskin. Salim felt like his ears were belching fire, heart running like an Arabian horse.
‘You are almost there…aren’t you?’ Preetha hissed in his ear, blowing her hot breath.
‘I…I don’t know…I think…I think I will explode…please stop…I can’t take it anymore mommy…I will pee out that white stuff.’ Salim could barely speak his words punctuated by gasps.
‘It’s okay, let it go…I am there for you. You will feel good sweety…just let it go…’ Preetha whispered again, lightly flicking her tongue on his earlobe, and then she felt it rising as spasms erupted all over his body, his toes curled tightly inside the water, he felt his thigh muscles cramping and his malnourished belly tightening up in a knot. Preetha could actually see the bulbous glans bloating up slightly as it prepared for the final explosion, his urethra stiffening beneath her soft sensitive palm. And at that moment Preetha did something out of her whim, which she immediately regretted.


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MOTHERHOOD: A Tale of Love Anonymous 16/06/11(Sat)02:16 No. 28093 ID: 9815d4
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As Salim convulsed in her arms, his penis tightening up for ejaculation she capped the urethral fissure, the release hole at the tip tightly with her index finger and her thumb pressing the glans blocking the canal and the surging squirt of semen. She ruined his orgasm mercilessly.
At this moment Salim screamed with pain and stifled frustration. He shrieked loudly enough to be heard outside, but thankfully the apartment had thick walls, and every door and window were closed for the rains. Immediately Preetha felt a sharp pang of repentance. What did she just do? How could she be so cruel to this sweet boy? She bit her finger with guilt, her eyes welling up with tears. Salim is a human being, a child, and not her plaything!
Salim writhed with agony and tried to touch his penis, he didn’t even know what to do with it since he had no clue about masturbation, but Preetha held him firmly, grabbing his wrist and pushing head back on her shoulder. As desperate as Salim was for release he was no match for her strength and his struggles were rendered useless.
No, he was not going to touch himself ever. If he was to share her life he will have to abide by her rules. Though Preetha was ridden by guilt for her reckless torment, she made that decision at that moment. He will never masturbate, and even if he dares to learn she will put him back to street. His one and only source of pleasure will be his goddess mother and she will have complete control over his physical needs. This will be his strongest tie with her.
Salim’s thrtashings were gradually subsiding, replaced by sobs and whimpers. Preetha held him tight, reassuring him with her warmth and softness. ‘I am sorry baby…I am so sorry…’ Preetha said with a trembling voice. ‘I just wanted to keep it inside you. I will give you release but later, I promise my sweetheart!’ Salim was silent, in fact he couldn’t speak, his throat choked with the agony of his ruined orgasm, but slowly he became calm and went limp. Preetha hugged him and held him tight, his frail body rising and dipping with her breathing.
They stayed like that for a while until Salim regained his composure and then he turned towards her, sliding within her thick fleshy arms. His slim arms went around her neck and he buried his face in the corner of her neck inhaling the scent of her skin and half wet hair. His right hand caressed the nape of her neck, pleasuring her. He planted soft kisses which sent goosebumps all over her body. ‘I love you Mommy…’ he muttered in between kisses. Preetha kissed his slender neck as well as she said ‘How can you love me baby? I have just been such a bad mommy to you.’ Salim lifted his face from her neck and looked into her eyes deeply, his beautiful hazel eyes seeking love. ‘But you said you will give me release, you promised, didn’t you? That’s fine with me. Whatever you want Mommy I will be happy follow that.’ Preetha smiled at him and gave him a quick peck on his lips. ‘Now let’s dry up, the water is getting cold.’ She said.
Preetha rose from the tub, foam and water rolling down her large beautiful form. As she stood Salim’s hands slid all over her slick body stopping at her lower belly. He looked at her vagina with wide eyed awe. Her dense genital hair was glistening and dripping water. Due to the thick bushy growth Salim couldn’t see how a vagina actually looks when she stripped in front of him before they went into the tub and after they went in it was submerged in the foamy water.
But now as her hair was sticking to the skin and hanging in long strands, her vagina was partially exposed. This was the first time Salim saw a female genital at such proximity and he was mesmerized. It looked a glistening lotus among a garden of dark leaves. Preetha had been perpetually aroused all the while, and blood flow towards her genitals had increased, it had swollen up distinctly. The brown lips of her labia majora were bloated and the pinkish folds of her labia minora were partially visible. The button of her clitoris had retracted inside the fleshy hood. She had been lubricating for quite long, and though the water had washed away most of it a little remained and it dripped in a few strings, visibly different from the water. There was a slight smell as well and Salim inhaled it deeply. Preetha felt a little embarrassed. ‘Come,’ she said to Salim ‘There’s enough time to look at it later.’ Salim obeyed silently, held his hand as she guided him out of the Tub, careful so that they don’t slip on the wet floor.


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MOTHERHOOD: A Tale of Love Anonymous 16/06/11(Sat)02:25 No. 28094 ID: 9815d4
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Preetha wiped the boy with a soft towel as they stood on the moist tiles. The steam of hot water had settled all over the bathroom floor. Both of them felt refreshed and rejuvenated, especially Salim. His bruises had all but disappeared, the dirt washed away from his hair and body. He had already started looking much fairer. ‘He is such a beautiful boy,’ Preetha mused, ‘A gift from god indeed.’
As she wiped him dry, Salim looked up at her with infatuation. His new mother had the most beautiful face possible in the world, her dark black eyes were like two beaming lights that washed kindness all over him, her long thick half wet hair was like a night deluge, her flawless olive skin was soft and radiant, little shiny droplets of water made her look like she was studded with jewels, her most beautiful feature, her lips curled delicately in a benevolent smile. Unknowingly Salim had become hard again.
After drying up his torso Preetha noticed his stiff throbbing cock, she didn’t say anything and smiled knowingly. She started drying herself up, rubbing the towel on her long thick arms and then her wet hairy armpits. Looking at her rubbing her hirsute pits, something snapped inside Salim. All of a sudden he jumped and held her tight, his arms circled around her waist, his belly rubbing against her wet fuzzy vagina and head buried in the deep valley between her breasts.
Preetha gasped with a little surprise and then caressed his wet silky hair. ‘What happened?’ she asked tenderly. Salim didn’t reply immediately, he rubbed his face in the wet softness of her valley, punctuated by kisses. Preetha’s left arm snaked around his neck, holding him closer, a sigh escaped her lips, somehow instinctually this boy knew what to do to make her feel good. She gulped a little, licked her her lips with her eyes closed and tilted his head upwards gently with her hand.
He looked so cute and adorable, his cheeks squeezed between her heavy boobs, his head was a bit smaller than each of those huge globes of femininity, his puppy eyes looking up at her. ‘What happened?’ she asked again smiling reassuringly at him. At that moment he could ask anything from her.
‘Please give me release mommy’… he pleaded, ‘My pee pee is hurting!’
Preetha’s heart melted at this earnest prayer. She said nothing, continuing smiling and caressing his hair and then did something that surprised Salim in return.


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MOTHERHOOD: A Tale of Love Anonymous 16/06/11(Sat)02:42 No. 28096 ID: 9815d4
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and then did something that surprised Salim in return.
Preetha leaned down, put her arms behind Salim’s thigh and back and lifted him up effortlessly in her arms like a kitten. Though he was in his early teens, his new mother picked him up and carried him like a child. It was however not very surprising as Preetha was phenomenally built, and due to her athletic background and large frame, she was actually a very strong and powerful woman. A year of sedentary life due to carrying an unborn child and then losing it and after that going into depression combined with irregular, unhealthy food and alcohol had added to her bulk and took a toll on her fitness but her strength had in no way depleted. On the other hand Salim was really tiny, with a thin skinny structure and narrow bones. He was hardly 5’1” weighing maximum 40 kilograms whereas Preetha was 5’11” standing solid at more than 75 kilograms. She carried him out of the bathroom, closing the door behind them and walked down the passage to her bedroom.
Preetha looked at Salim’s face, amused by his expression; he looked flabbergasted and a bit intimidated as well, curled against her wet naked body, a bit stiff fearing a fall. ‘Don’t you worry darling,’ Preetha said ‘I won’t drop you. I can carry you for a mile without losing breath; you are my little baby, aren’t you?’
‘Yes Mommy…’ Salim said in trembling voice as they entered the bedroom. Salim gasped a little.
He had never seen such opulence in his life. The large master bedroom had wall to wall carpeting. A massive King size bed covered with milk white sheets and multiple pillows beckoned them. At one side of the room a glass covered bay window from floor to ceiling flaunted a balcony behind and the vast expanse of the storm ridden city beyond. They were on the 10th floor of the building hence it gave a wonderful view ahead. It had been more than two and half hours since Slim had entered Preetha’s apartment and the storm and rainfall was showing no sign of subsiding. It was 5:30 in the evening but the sky looked like a no moon night, thick dark clouds roiling, interjected by flashes of lightning. The howling winds thrashed the glass panes of the window as it shuddered. Dense drops of rain turned visibility into a haze, and water droplets were condensed on the window due to the coolness of the air conditioned room. Preetha had forgotten to turn off the AC as she hurried out to save Salim, and it was running all along. The room was chilly yet comfortable.
The dark turbulent outsides reminded Salim of how merciless this city can be, and how cruel he had been treated all these years. It was a dark violent world outside and his heart skipped a bit when thunder rolled loudly again. His arms encircled his mother’s neck tightly. Preetha looked into his eyes and saw fear and insecurity. She smiled at him reassuringly. That warm smile took away all of Salim’s anxieties. The world might be brutal outside but here in the luxurious apartment, in the coziness of the bedroom and in the soft strong arms of his beautiful mother he felt absolutely safe. The torrid weather outside seemed almost apocalyptic, as if the world was coming to an end, and in this world only Preetha and Salim were two people left, safe inside that haven.
Preetha carried Salim to the bed and plopped him on it. As Preetha released him he held on to the back of her neck and they both dropped on the bed, laughing. Preetha was heavy but her soft weight felt wonderful against Salim. The bed was soft as well; Salim had never laid down on such a soft bed ever in his life. Salim felt he was drowning in all that softness and warmth between the bed and his mother. His head felt fuzzy with such unimaginable love and comfort.


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MOTHERHOOD: A Tale of Love Anonymous 16/06/11(Sat)02:54 No. 28097 ID: 9815d4
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Like a weightless doll Preetha effortlessly slid him up the bed grabbing his underarms, resting his head on the soft pillows. Salim closed his eyes, threw his arms back and stretched like a waking cat, his legs wrapped around Preetha’s kneeling thighs. To Preetha this looked incredibly adorable and sexy. She caressed his slender torso; His skin had become clean and smooth after the bath. Her hands brushed all over his chest, fondling, teasing his little erect nipples delicately. Salim responded with sighs of pleasure. Her soft, warm palms slid down over his flat belly, fingers digging in his navel briefly as he squirmed a little and then further down to his thighs as he spread his legs for her.
By that time Salim had become rock hard again, his penis throbbing at each touch of his beautiful mother. Preetha rubbed the insides of his thighs gently as a gasp escaped his lips, his hands gathered on his chest as he looked at his mother expectantly. Preetha returned that look with her affectionate, knowing glance. At that moment he looked so adorable that Preetha could not ignore the call. It was time he got his release and Preetha decided to give it the most pleasurable way possible.
Preetha slid on her stomach, her massive, soft frame resting on his legs, enveloping them with her warmth, her face poised right above his throbbing penis. ‘What is she going to do now?’ he wondered, not a word had been exchanged between them since they entered the bedroom, and Salim dared not break that sweet silence. Emotions had taken over speech.
Preetha just looked at his penis unblinking for a while. It was hairless, silky smooth foreskin stretched on the length; veins were popping out due to the strain of erection. A bead of glistening precum had gathered on the ruddy tip. It was such a beautiful looking organ. His penis looked raw from the prolonged submersion in hot water, stroking and that ruined orgasm. Preetha decided to treat it with as much tenderness as possible. First what he needed was plenty of lubricant which will ease the rawness. She licked her lips.
Salim was wondering what his mother is up to as she inspected his penis minutely, barely touching it. He was yearning for her touch. He was surprised when Preetha finally lifted her head, positioned her pretty lips right over the tip and released a large dollop if spit. It drooled out of her mouth coating the entire length of his penis with its wet stickiness. Salim clenched his teeth and winced with the intense pleasure as the warm liquid rolled down his shaft, pooling at the base.
Preetha smiled and playfully trailed her long manicured fingernails on the sensitive and wet skin of Salim’s penis. The boy was writhing with pleasure but Preetha’s weight held his legs firmly in place. She smeared her slimy viscous saliva all over his penis with her fingers, touching lightly, titillating, not giving him the complete satisfaction of a firm hold. Salim moaned with intense pleasure, throwing back his head.
‘ahhh…Mommyyy…’
‘If this is his reaction from such minimal stimulation…’ Preetha contemplated, ‘…then what will he do about what’s coming next?’ Preetha mulled.
She opened her mouth, her hot heavy breath brushed on Salim’s penis as he squirmed, and then slowly. Very slowly she took the glans in her mouth, her lips wrapping on the base.
Salim was shocked. ‘Mommy…what are you doing? I pee from there…it’s…it’s dirty!’ he gasped breathlessly, waves of unknown pleasure flooding his body as Preetha’s tongue played with the head, tasting the sweet and salty precum that secreted from the tip. It felt delicious in her mouth. She didn’t reply.
Salim felt a bit queasy watching this goddess like woman sucking his penis like a candy bar. He had always learnt to know his genital is something disgusting. The memory of Raju bhai inserting that hateful thing in his rectum and playing with his still immature cock when he was still younger brought back that nightmare briefly. After that he had grown some sort of repulsion about human penis, even his own. He never even looked down when he used to urinate. He hated his penis and now he suddenly discovered it is a source of unthinkable pleasure the way his new mother, his savior was treating it. Strange conflicting feelings were clashing in his mind. This goddess was taking his lowly organ in her mouth, her sweet smelling and tasting mouth! This privilege was unbelievable to him. Just the sight of her beautiful face, her large closed eyes with long lashes, her smooth olive cheeks caving in with each suck and her lush lips wrapped around his shaft pushed him further towards climax.
Preetha relented for a moment, sucking in much needed breath; her lips hovering over the throbbing glans as they were connected with thick strands of saliva. ‘It’s okay baby…’ she said, strings of spit mixed with precum bobbing from her lips ‘There’s nothing dirty between mother and son.’


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MOTHERHOOD: A Tale of Love Anonymous 16/06/11(Sat)03:08 No. 28099 ID: 9815d4
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Preetha inserted the penis deep in her mouth going all the way down to the base. She was not using her hands as she slid up and down the penis solely with her mouth, rolling her tongue all around the length. Her mouth was overflowing with her oral juices as she made loud slurping sounds, and if it became too full she was releasing it from the tip of her tightly clamped lips, it dripped copiously on the white sheets. It was the hottest, most aggressive and lewd blowjob she had ever given in her life. In no time she made Salim’s crotch a slimy, gooey mess.
Salim on the other hand quivered with intense ecstasy, he in his entire life never knew any comfort or pleasure and now at this moment that overdose of gratification was overwhelming him. His mind went numb from sensory overload, he grabbed the pillow on which he was resting tightly, knuckles going white, sharp rapid breaths accompanied by moans escaped his parted lips, all the muscles of his frail body spasmed with ravishment, toes curling, thighs quavering. At any moment he was going to cum.
Preetha from her experience knew when he was going to cum; his urethral channel will go stiff and his glans will throb uncontrollably, so whenever she felt that in her mouth she briefly ceased her oral stimulation subsiding the orgasm. Preetha herself was becoming uncontrollably excited from giving him oral sex. His desperate reactions were turning her on wildly. She lifted her hips and felt her pulsating vagina with her hand. Her pubic hair had become sticky as her pussy released juices freely, she could even feel it dripping from her vulva. Preetha wanted to enjoy more, but this was getting too much for him, for a couple of times Preetha dialed down his ejaculation but finally had pity on the boy. His body was still not ready for such sexual challenges. Preetha decided to relieve him from sexual tension which had built up like steam ready to explode. She moved her wet lips rapidly on the shaft tightening them briefly at the neck or corona of the bulbous head, the insides of her cheeks pumping rhythmically. Salim was almost ready to explode until a sudden loud and intruding sound interrupted that sweet release. The calling bell was ringing.
Preetha removed her mouth, looking at the doorway of the bedroom. It must be the restaurant delivery, she was insanely irritated ‘This was the time they had to come?’ she exclaimed angrily in her mind.
‘Mommy…don’t stop…please…’ Salim whimpered. Preetha at first decided not to respond to the door, but then realized Salim was starving, he didn’t have anything to eat, and her breast milk was not enough to sustain him. With the given condition of the weather it was unlikely they were going to get any food if the deliveryman goes away. With the intoxication of physical pleasures suddenly broken, Preetha came back to her senses. She had claimed Salim as her son and mate, but she had to act responsible if she wanted to be his mother and cannot give in to her selfish needs and desires.


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Brilliant ..... Extraordinary ! Anonymous 16/06/11(Sat)17:59 No. 28101 ID: f24d6d

Preetha is genuinely phenomenally built – a mighty woman with strength, stamina and sensuality to match !

I am sure even her ex-husband was no match for her immense strength, vast stamina and sexual appetite !

She really deserves to a goddess whom every male should adore and worship!

We do not know how tiny Salim is going to cope with this mighty woman (only the author can tell us !), but at least we need to rush to the toilet holding our erect pee-pee in our hands, after going through Preetha’s tale !

Splendid art and story by a very talented and gifted author indeed !! We look forward to more such immortal creations from him !!


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MOTHERHOOD: A Tale of Love Anonymous 16/06/12(Sun)01:07 No. 28104 ID: 9815d4

The description of Preetha's husband Ayan had been given before. He was a tall well built man as well, but Preetha had a voracious sexual appetite. However he was a patriarchal, double standard evil son of a bitch behind the mask of a gentleman, a puppet in the hands of his equally hypocritical, manipulative and evil parents.


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A great story ! Anonymous 16/06/12(Sun)01:46 No. 28105 ID: 5b82d7

This is perhaps one of the best "Straight Shotacon" stories ever written !

The story revolves round the emotional and erotic relationship between a cute yet wimpy teenage boy and a powerfully built, fully grown, young woman who simultaneously assumes the role of an adoptive mother, a sex mate and a goddess.

Such is the remarkable difference in the size of the duo that the boy's head barely reaches upto her breasts, standing, and her powerful arms are as thick as, if not thicker than, the thighs of the boy ! Thus, she is able to dominate the boy totally and "plays" with him as per her sweet desire !

The story line is smooth, the unfolding of the plot is realistic while depiction of the characters and expression of emotional thoughts are superb !!

In essence, a great work !!


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MOTHERHOOD: A Tale of Love Anonymous 16/06/19(Sun)13:56 No. 28151 ID: db8ed7

I am a bit disappointed to see there are no comments from the readers. An artist's hard work and endeavor is only fruitful when he/she gets encouragement. Without that it is a lonely and isolated venture. I doubt there are any other works like these in entire shotacon universe. If there are no comments (good or bad, I am not averse to criticism) then I might have to move on to another forum.


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Anonymous 16/06/19(Sun)15:37 No. 28153 ID: 9192b9

>>28151

Nobody ever comments on anything on here. Part of it is that they don't think that they have anything intelligent to contribute, but part of it comes from this :

>>10522
>This board is for porn, not for in-depth discussion of the subject matter of said porn. Repeat offenders will be banned and their threads deleted.

I think this rule is about not turning the board into a pedo haven, or having 60% of the board's posts be variations on the phrase, "lol where were these women when I was a kid????". It's actually not a bad rule, buuuut, it's just vague enough to stifle discussion, overall. Maybe.

Anyway, the story is still really good. The bathtime scene is particularly sweet, and romantic. The art is really great, as well, and I'm glad you guys decided to go with the natural look, for Preetha's body hair. I'm really looking forward to seeing the rest of this.


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noko Telugu Guy 16/06/19(Sun)23:21 No. 28155 ID: e8d9ac

>>28099
nice work. Do some stories with south Indian characters too.


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jo 16/06/20(Mon)21:35 No. 28164 ID: 9eacde

this is absolutely the most amazing story i ever read! please don't mind people, i'm sure they are enjoying your thread daily. waiting for a new pic and story, please keep going! if you ever wanted to go somewhere let us know,i'm a fan!


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Anonymous 16/06/23(Thu)05:49 No. 28170 ID: b478c8

nice one!


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nice anon 16/06/23(Thu)05:50 No. 28171 ID: b478c8

nice work. Do some stories with south Indian character.


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anon 16/06/23(Thu)05:50 No. 28172 ID: b478c8

nice work. Do some stories with south Indian characters too.


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i cant see where are the images anon 16/06/23(Thu)05:51 No. 28173 ID: b478c8

i cant see where are the images


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Anonymous 16/06/24(Fri)21:24 No. 28177 ID: b09a5b

>>28173
Nothing wrong here. Something wrong with your connection maybe?
>>28099
Phenomenal work OP. Best story I've ever read in past 13yrs of reading erotic stories. Please continue!


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jo 16/07/09(Sat)13:52 No. 28242 ID: 4f34d2

please dont stop! this is amazing story and art!


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Really fascinating story and art ! Ratul 16/07/09(Sat)23:06 No. 28245 ID: 1705d1

>>28242

I fully agree with Jo ! Both the story and art are truly amazing, fascinating, intoxicating and unique !


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Licking hair in foreplay Ratul 16/07/10(Sun)00:09 No. 28246 ID: bd4403

>>27665

Hmmm .... licking armpit hair, of course ! But, not only that ! Licking Preetha's dense bush of profuse pubic hair too !! Please !


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Am I the only one to who finds it damn exciting ! Rup 16/07/24(Sun)16:11 No. 28339 ID: 3d5040

>>28151

Going through this story, I find it is truly amazing !! Engrossing, vibrant, both the characters so much tangible, earthly and true-to-life ! The story seems to usher in a new genre ! Do you find it equally absorbing and exciting like me ? :)


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MOTHERHOOD: A Tale of Love Anonymous 16/07/26(Tue)11:55 No. 28353 ID: f44551
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She wiped her drool dripping chin with the back of her hand and smiled warmly at Salim.
‘We will continue later, there’s no dearth of time, but you need proper food, and I am hungry as well. You need to keep up your energy, there’s a long night ahead of us.’ She said, the glint in her eyes promising him unknown pleasures that awaited him to keep him excited.
Salim groaned as he rolled over and Preetha slapped his tiny ass lovingly.
‘Now go, chop chop; answer the door for me. I am totally naked.’
‘But I am naked too, and you put all my clothes in the washing machine…’ Salim complained.
‘Wrap a towel around, you are a boy. And hey, there’s money in my purse on the table, pay the guy and tell him to keep the change. Now quick!’
Salim trotted away as Preetha watched him lovingly. She stretched on the bed like a waking cat and slid out herself. She was feeling a bit chilly, now that the heat of excitement had subsided. She was also feeling a bit awkward walking around naked in the apartment. She had never done that ever in her life, but today she was doing a lot of things she had never done - couldn’t even think of doing in fact.
Preetha opened her closet and rummaged through her clothes, there were heaps of them. All expensive stuff, some from US and some from India. She fished out a night dress, a babydoll gown she had bought during the first year of her marriage, in fact Ayan gave it to her. She had barely worn that ever and thought of that dress being overtly salacious and risqué. But that moment she felt so good about herself that she decided to put it on. The cream color satin slipped smoothly around her shoulders, it felt wonderful on her skin. She looked herself at the mirror and almost fell in love with herself. It was a drastic change of mood from afternoon when she hated looking at herself on the mirror. Love does change a woman so much. The cream satin contrasted beautifully against her olive skin, it was a little tight, as she had grown in these years, especially now as her milk heavy breasts almost spilled out of the cups, nevertheless she didn’t mind.
Preetha could hear Salim rummaging through the plates and cutlery. He was setting the table. Such a dutiful little kid, she thought gleefully and stepped out of the bedroom.
Salim was dumbstruck looking at her in that babydoll night gown. He had never seen anything so beautiful and erotic in his life as his mother walked across in long strides to the fridge and poured herself another vodka. His eyes were stuck on her like a magnet. Preetha noticed that but didn’t say anything. She smiled inwardly and sipped from the glass, brushing her hair with her fingers. She started humming a soulful song of Rabindranath Tagore.
Sakhee, bhabona kahare bale.
Sakhee, Jatona kahare bale.
Tomra je balo dibaso-rajanee bhalobasa bhalobasa-
Sakhee, bhalobasa kaare kai.
Se ki kebali jatonamai.
Which translates into:
‘What do you mean by 'Thought', my dear.
What do you mean by 'Pain' either.
What is that you yell 'Love' for,
What the word 'Love' means,
Is it saturated with pain?
Is that synonymous with tears or sigh of sufferings?
It is surely a wonder, why it fascinates people.
To my eyes everything is pleasing.
All are youthful, all are free from filth.
Blue sky, green parks, elaborate moonlight, tender blossoms –
All alike myself.
They laugh and sing all the time,
Face certain death delightfully smiling.
They know not sobs, neither fascinated to pains.
Flowers fall apart giggling, moonlight vanish while smiling,
Stars in the sky go out of vision in the ocean of light.
Who is happier than me –
Come O Darling, sooth your ears
With the blissful songs of a happy person.
You should be able to smile for a while amid routine sufferings.
Let us all sing for a single day ignoring the melancholy.’



Youtube link for the song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AxNzXDBU-wE
Preetha had a sweet voice and she took music lessons in her school. For so many years she had quit singing but it came back to her all in once, rushing.
Salim watched his mother unblinking as she sang. How could a person be so beautiful and have the voice of an angel all at once? He pinched himself secretly, trying to confirm if this was for real or he was dreaming all the while. He stared at his mother’s half closed eyes, swaying hips, and that precious mouth forming those beautiful words and tunes.
Preetha was immersed in her song; when she finished she looked back and saw Salim staring. She felt a little shy and embarrassed; she hoped she didn’t make a fool of herself. However looking at the expression on the boy’s face it didn’t look like it. He was totally awestruck. Preetha didn’t say anything and settled on the chair of the dining table. Salim had set the table and poured the contents of the order in proper bowls.
They were having noodles, chicken and soup. As Preetha sat watching Salim admiringly he served her a portion of the noodles, smiling at her. They were not speaking; expressions were communicating the love and affection that flowed between them like a river. Both of them settled down for dinner.
Preetha was using a fork to eat the noodles, and Salim who never had such luxury to eat with utensils found it extremely hard to eat. He was habituated to eat with his hands throughout his life. He hesitantly watched how pertly she rolled the noodles in her fork and put it daintily in her mouth. She had all the qualities of a highborn woman and he was just a pathetic street urchin.
Her act of eating, the way her hand moved briskly rolling up the noodles, the way her mouth opened, not too wide, neither too small and the way she chewed without opening her mouth looked fascinating and in a way erotic as well. Salim tried to follow her but he was using the fork like a spoon and noodles were spilling out, making a mess of his face and plate. He felt so inferior to her that a sudden pang of sadness rushed over him. He stopped eating, fidgeting with his fork timidly.


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MOTHERHOOD: A Tale of Love Anonymous 16/07/26(Tue)12:02 No. 28354 ID: f44551
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Preetha noticed this and she smiled at him affectionately, ‘What happened sweetheart? You don’t like the food?’ she asked.
Salim shook his head hesitantly, ‘No, I love the food; I have never had food like this ever in my life. I have been living off on rice and dal which they gave me for payment in the tea stall, and pickings from the garbage dump. I have never tasted anything like this, but…’ he paused reluctantly.
Preetha felt a sudden pang of heartache as he had brought up his past life again. She put her hand on his head and said sincerely.
‘Those days are gone my sweet baby boy, they are never coming back, you know that; I promised.’
‘I know Mommy, but…’ Salim said hesitantly.
‘But what?’ Preetha asked again.
‘I…I don’t know how to eat with fork. Can you teach me please?’ he asked.
Salim looked so adorable asking shyly to teach him that Preetha laughed musing, ‘Oh god this boy will kill me with his cuteness’.
‘Hahahaha…’ she laughed, ‘It’s okay, I will teach you. It’s quite simple…’ she said affectionately tucking his long hair behind his ear.
‘Come here, come closer to me.’ She pulled Salim’s chair nearer to her by grabbing below the seat as if he was weightless.
Preetha rolled the noodles with her fork neatly, ‘See this is how you roll them with your fork, so that they won’t fall off.’ She put it in front of his mouth, ‘Now open up…’ she cooed.
Salim obediently opened his mouth and Preetha put the noodles inside tenderly.
‘See, this is how it’s done, simple.’ She smiled. ‘Now try it yourself’.
Salim rolled the noodles with his own fork but hesitated eating.
‘You are doing it fine baby, now put it in your mouth.’ Preetha said.
Salim looked up at her and asked her timidly, ‘Mommy can I feed you, just like you fed me?’
Preetha gushed at his gesture of love. ‘Of course you can sweety…’ she opened her mouth and leaned closer to him. Salim paused for a few moments staring at her open mouth. It was the loveliest, most beautiful mouth he had ever seen in his life, her ruddy lips, her pearly white teeth, the warm dark and moist interior, the smell that came with her breath and above all that beautiful black mole glowing in the corner of her lower lip. He desperately wanted to kiss her, taste that wonderful pit of love, but controlled himself. His hand was shaking as he raised the noodle filled fork to her mouth.


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Very carefully he put the noodles in his mother’s mouth but due to his over-cautiousness some of it spilled out. Preetha giggled as she chewed the noodles, a long strand hanging from her lips. Salim caught the hanging end from his mother’s mouth between his lips and sucked, Preetha sucked playfully as well and they played a little game of tug and war with their lips for a while until the noodle broke in half. Both laughed together, and intimate cozy laughter of a mother and son, between two lovers.
Salim watched as Preetha chewed the noodles, her pursed lips moving slowly with the motion of chewing and a radiant faint smile of satisfaction on her face. Salim felt a sudden yearning within him, something inexplicable; he nestled closer to Preetha, put his hand across her chest, closed his eyes and opened his mouth expectantly. By this time their bond had grown so deep that Preetha knew exactly what he wanted, no words were needed to communicate.
Preetha held his head tenderly, close to her and opened her mouth. She pushed out the half chewed semi liquid food with her tongue as it rolled down viscously in Salim’s open maw.
Salim whimpered and shivered with joy as he tasted his mother’s food, now enriched with the saliva of her mouth, the texture smooth and creamy. Salim gulped it down hungrily and opened up for more. Preetha indulged him; she took more noodles and chewed, making it ready for her baby boy to eat.
This act of premastication or mouth to mouth feeding is an ancient custom; this kiss feeding has been observed in many cultures and has been used by women to remind children of their obligations to her. It is an act of unconditional devotion and love as the mother feeds the child with her own mouth. Some say it is the precursor of the act of kissing which is an exhibition of love and affection. It is a sacred bond between mother and child from prehistoric ages. Mothers introduced children to foreign food through premastication after weaning period as a breast milk supplement. Though Salim was not a baby but this primal act of love and bonding was as intimate as it could be. A mother’s body should be the sole source of sustenance for a child. Her breast milk, the food of her mouth should be the ultimate source of satisfaction for Salim, and yes he begged more and more as Preetha pampered him by spitting bolus after bolus of chewed noodles, meat and vegetables in his mouth.
Time passed by and both their lips and chins had become sticky with food and saliva. Tears were rolling down Salim’s eyes from the abundance of love and pleasure.
Sometimes he also pushed some of the food back in Preetha’s mouth as they fed mutually. It was sloppy but they reveled in the mess, their lips and tongues brushing each other frantically as they played and ingested the food. Both of them were erotically aroused as well, Preetha could feel the innards of her thighs growing moist and the smell of her nether regions trailing up and overpowering the smell of food. She could also notice the hard bulge in Salim’s towel.


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MOTHERHOOD: A Tale of Love Anonymous 16/07/26(Tue)12:33 No. 28357 ID: f44551
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Finally they relented, both contented, the hunger of their bellies subsided but the love of their hearts overflowing. It was such a sweet and intimate thing they did together.
Both Salim and Preetha remained silent for a while, avoiding glances shyly. Preetha smiled with satisfaction inwardly and wiped her wet mouth, cheeks and neck with the table cloth. Salim was still sitting, his head spinning from the intensity of their mutual feeding. Preetha picked up the dishes and utensils and dumped them in the sink. The maid won’t be coming tomorrow due to the torrential rain and storm for sure, and though Preetha had been unmindful of any household chores for a while she suddenly felt responsible. Preetha’s concern for the neatness of her home and kitchen dawned upon her, this was no way to bring up a boy, since she had taken upon the responsibility of being his mother, she had to act likewise. Preetha’s mind was swimming in myriad thoughts, the vodka she had was taking its effect again, a dull dizziness settling in as she wiped the plates and dipping them in the sink.
Suddenly a faint gasp escaped her lips as she felt a couple of slim arms sliding around her waist and holding her firmly. She could feel a pair of warm lips planting soft kisses on her wide bare back, goosebumps erupted on her skin. Salim was so small that he could hardly reach above her lower back and he was kissing the sensitive parts of her bare back above the night dress. His hands cupped her massive breasts, feeling the heaviness. Preetha smiled inwardly, the boy was acting like a conventional male who becomes horny watching his woman performing household chores.
‘Mommy…’ Salim cooed from behind, ‘…please let me take care of the dishes, you sit and relax.’ He said.
‘It’s okay baby, let Mommy clean up.’ Preetha said.
‘No…’ Salim insisted ‘…since I am here you need not worry about any household chores. I am good at all of it. I will brush, I will clean, I will cook food. If you need something I will get it from market, you need not lift a finger. If you have a maid just let her go. I will do everything here. I don’t want the presence of a third person here in our home. There will be just the two of us, there’s no need for anyone else.’
Preetha turned, Salim’s arms still coiled around her waist loosely and she pinched his cheek affectionately. There was something in his eyes, it was more than gratitude. There was a glint of awe and devotion, as if taking care of household chores was the least he could do for his goddess mother. ‘Let’s see…’ she said vaguely and settled back to her chair, continue sipping from her half finished drink as Salim went ahead with finishing up with the dishes.
Preetha lit a cigarette and pulled a long drag, her eyes trailing away into nothingness as languidness took over her. Various thoughts swarmed her mind. Today she had committed herself to a beautiful, deep yet complex and responsible relationship. If she wanted to continue there were a lot of things that she had to take care of. First, society; though city folks in India are a lot liberated still there were subtle conventional patriarchal bindings. People would ask why she had taken in a teenage boy, what was his relationship with her? Anyhow the neighbors had a lot of questions regarding her being staying alone in this flat all by herself. Men looked at her with lusty eyes as if there was a chance she might be available, and women looked at her with scorn, being the most beautiful woman in the entire housing society. Now a young boy staying with her will raise more questions and gossip. Salim was fifteen years old approximately, but due to his slight frame, short height and absence of any body hair he could well pass of as being just twelve. Preetha was thirty one, but due to her statuesque figure, voluptuousness and the maturity she gained from all her past bitter experiences gave her enough maturity to be his mother. An ominous fleeting thought occurred to her; maybe she should end it here before it becomes more serious. Perhaps she should give him some money and bid him adieu.
Preetha glanced at him from the corner of his eyes and the way he was so sincerely washing and wiping all the plates and bowls swept her with immense love, adoration and affection. How could she even think of letting him go? What would do that to this poor innocent boy? It will devastate him for sure, and after going through so much in his life this betrayal will drive him to the very brink. He might not survive it at all. Preetha immediately discarded any notion of abandoning him. Instead she started thinking how she could make it work.
The first thing she had to do was join back her job. Her friends in the powerful media house will support her through this. She had just lost a child and it is very natural that she would think of adopting one, in fact that will gain her a lot of praise and support from her colleagues. Some of her close friends knew about the heinous act of the Mullicks and they were stubbornly pursuing her to press charges on them, but she didn’t want to get into that mudslinging and kept it discreet. She could use that as a leverage to coerce the Mullicks to write off this flat to her, and for a hefty financial settlement as well. Ayan was anyway providing money to her, so why not settle for something more permanent?
Also, her company was well connected and funded many NGOs, getting adoption papers for Salim won’t be that hard as well. Her boss Suman Bhaduri would be more than happy to arrange all of that for her since he was very influential, but she might have to pay a price for that. In present scenario as she was in need there was no other way but compromise and yes she was mentally prepared to pay that price for Salim. She was ready to go all the way to make him part of her life.
Preetha’s ponderings were suddenly cut short as a pair of slim cool arms slid around her neck, and Salim’s face nuzzling on the base of her neck, planting kisses.
‘I am done with the dishes Mommy; now please let’s go back to the bedroom.’ He said, his warm breath brushing her cheeks.
‘And do what?’ Preetha asked teasing, finishing her drink.
‘I don’t know…’ Salim responded shyly. ‘…What we were doing before I guess…’
‘You want me to do that after having dinner?’ Preetha asked coyly ‘What if I puke?’
Salim was a little taken aback, he didn’t consider this, he was just thinking of his own pleasure which he thought was very unfair on his part. He was ashamed; he lowered his gaze as Preetha craned her neck to look back and him and caught his flustered face blushing. Preetha giggled humorously and brushed his head with her hand.
‘Okay, let’s go…’ she said and stood up, spring in her legs. Salim looked up at her smiling as he spread his arms, Preetha knew what it meant. It meant another ride to the bedroom. Preetha gave him another of her sweet lenient smile and brushed his cheeks with her knuckles. She put one hand behind his knee and the other on the small of his back as he surrendered his slight frame to her powerful arms. She picked him up effortlessly as his legs encircled her waist, arms around her neck and her arms cradled his body by his ass, and they were facing each other. Preetha smiled at him and he smiled back shyly. No words were exchanged as their eyes were locked on each other, drinking from each other’s gaze. He looked at her in a way all women want to be looked at by a man, but in this case it was a small boy barely in his teens. This was love in its purest form.


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MOTHERHOOD: A Tale of Love Anonymous 16/07/26(Tue)12:40 No. 28358 ID: f44551
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Preetha walked towards the bedroom, taking her time, they were in no hurry. The world was their oyster and this lavish 3 BHK flat their love nest.
Preetha and Salim went back to the dreamy snuggery of the bedroom. Preetha set him back on his feet and Salim slid down, happy and satisfied by the comforting feel of his new mother carrying him from the dining space to the bedchamber.
Salim brushed the bed, fixing the crumpled bedsheets as they mentally prepared for their journey into each other. Preetha was delighted by the way he took care of everything, making everything his own, overcoming his hesitation. As he was busy with the bed she fixed her hair, piling the long lustrous stresses behind. Both her arms were naturally up and she didn’t even notice Salim was staring at her with a mesmerized expression his eyes were stuck unblinking at her pits and the lush dark growth that covered them. He realized that aside from the hair on their head, other hairy parts of woman’s body can look equally beautiful. It was natural and promised the secret pheromones of a woman’s intimate regions, the warmth of the fuzz and a forbidden smell that only the closest of the woman could be privy to. Would she allow him that special access? Would he be able to sniff that priceless perfume which was exclusive to her body? Would he be able to taste the texture of that warm dusky fuzz?
Preetha noticed this finally and smiled at him dreamily, there was something in his eyes that didn’t make her even slightly embarrassed due to her hirsute oxters. There was a fascination mixed with tenderness with which he stared at her hairy armpits. Due to her large frame and thick heavy arms, Preetha’s armpit region was quite wide and fleshy and quite peculiarly though the rest of her body was practically hairless due to sparse growth, her armpits and pubic region had an abundance of fur. Men don’t like armpit hair, and it is a way of them to body shame a woman and it has been marketed for years as being disgusting and unhygienic. Even Ayan had tremendous distaste for her armpit and pubic hairs. But this boy on the other hand was fascinated by it. Probably it is similar to young girls’ fascination with men with beards. It promises maturity, wisdom and the protectiveness of a father. Perhaps looking at Preetha’s armpit hair Salim had a similar yet distinctly divergent feeling of his own.
‘What are you looking at?’ Preetha asked playfully still arranging her hair and flaunting her armpits. Salim was caught unaware and he smiled shyly shaking his head ‘N…nothing Mommy, it’s just that you are so beautiful…’ he stammered a bit.
Preetha teased him a little by picking at her armpit hair with her fingers and expressing mock resentment. ‘Yes, beautiful – except these don’t you agree? I haven’t cleaned my armpits for weeks, see how dense it has grown, and once it grows it releases a lousy smell…tsk.’ She said.
‘No Mommy…Salim’ said with an innocent smile, ‘there’s no bad smell, not at all. In fact I think it really smells nice, and the hair looks so beautiful, just a small tuft…a warm patch of fuzz which my nose would love to dive in.’ He said without any hesitation.
‘You are a naughty little boy you know that?’ Preetha pinched his nose and slumped on the soft bed. ‘Come, sit beside me…’ she invited Salim who obeyed happily. Preetha looked at him with flirting eyes and told him, ‘Salim you have seen me the way just two other men has seen me in my life, I have kept nothing hidden from you. Now tell me which part of me you like the most?’
Salim stared at her for a moment and answered, ‘When we worship a goddess do we think which part we should worship? The whole idol is a symbol of divinity, just like that every single inch of you is beautiful Mommy, how can I distinguish?’ he asked.
Preetha laughted heartily, ‘No…these philosophies won’t work on me…’ she said mischievously, ‘You have to choose.’
Salim remained silent for a moment scratching the sheet of the bed and looked up with demure eyes.
‘If you ask me I would say your face Mommy, I don’t remember my mother’s face, but your face is the one which I have always imagined; a mother, a goddess and the woman I always dreamed of who will give me comfort and love as I spent nights on the rags of the slums or the concrete of the pavement.’ He said. ‘When I first saw you as you slapped the watchman I must say I was terrified, your face was beautiful, but it was the beauty of a roaring fire, and then in the lift when you said not to be afraid your face was beautiful like the silver light of the moon.’
Preetha beamed at Salim, how could he speak suck beautiful words? He didn’t sound like a street urchin at that moment.
‘And the other part…’ Salim continued, now a bit hesitantly ‘Are your breasts, not just because they are so big and beautiful but because you gave me sustenance from them. My insides were burning with hunger and you quenched that fire with the milk of your body. It was the sweetest most sublime thing that ever entered my mouth. You saved my life with the very nectar of your body; the body of a goddess and from that moment I knew my life, my very being belongs to you.’
Preetha sighed and cupped her heavy breasts with both hands. ‘You were denied love Salim, on the other hand I am a hapless woman who had been denied to give my love to the one who was growing inside me. There’s so much love trapped inside me…in these very breasts that it hurts…it feels like they will explode with the pent up love boiling within and this pain is just not in my mind, it is in my body, in these very breasts which I relieved today by feeding you.’ Preetha said as she rubbed her breasts slowly over the satin material of her night dress. She could feel the buds moisten.
‘You know a normal woman produces close to a liter of milk per day in her lactation period and I am no normal woman.’ Said Preetha looking into Salim’s eyes ‘Considering my size and raging hormones I believe I am capable of expressing double the amount. Now imagine all this milk pent up in my breasts for months hurting my mammary glands day and night, the pain and the yearning for an eager mouth to suckle from them, think about what I had gone through and how you saved me from that pain.’


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MOTHERHOOD: A Tale of Love Anonymous 16/07/26(Tue)12:45 No. 28360 ID: f44551
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Salim put a hand on her chest and slid closer to her looking deep into her eyes. ‘You will never feel that pain anymore Mommy, I am here to take that away. You need not feed me anything else but your milk, that would be enough for me and I will stay as your son and worshipper. I will do everything for you.’
Preetha could not control her emotions and pulled his head closer and this time Salim himself locked his lips on her, an open mouth kiss stimulating each other’s lips, tongue and mouth. Salim was overcoming his shyness and his kiss had become bolder, nibbling on his mother’s tongue with his lips and teeth lightly, his own tongue darting inside her mouth seeking pleasure, flicking on the inside of her pearly teeth and roof of her mouth pulling in her oral juices inside his own mouth and swallowing them, not forgetting to return the favor by oozing out his own saliva into her oral cavity. It was a wonderful intimate play of love. When with a deep sigh they released each other both their lips and chin were wet at dripping of their mutual mingled saliva.
Preetha relaxed and rolled over on the bed. The flimsy cups of her night dress was unable to contain her boobs and they slipped out of the smooth satin, Salim watched her as she stretched dreamily, her eyes half closed, nostrils flared and lips open and inviting. Salim bent over her, peering at her beautiful face smiling. ‘Mommy, are you sleepy?’ he asked. Preetha did not reply, kept her eyes closed but shook her head slowly in contradiction. Her voluminous chest was rising and dipping heavily with her breath, and she licked her lips enticingly releasing a soft but long sigh.
Her Sigh was interrupted suddenly by a gasp as she could feel Salim lunging on her body, burying his face, rubbing his cheeks in the deep valley between her humongous breasts. He showered her with kisses, warming her cool skin with his breath and wetness of his mouth. Mushy sighs and moans were escaping Preetha’s mouth as her body writhed in slow languid motions reciprocating to Salim’s kisses and cuddling. She pulled him closer to her, his slight frame resting comfortably on her large soft body as he nuzzled her neck, raining kisses in every nook and cranny. Preetha responded to each kiss with moans and sighs expressing her pleasure to the boy, she wanted him to know how much she was enjoying this. Her hands slid up and caressed his narrow back, moving down and unwrapping his towel, rendering him completely naked as he pleasured her.


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MOTHERHOOD: A Tale of Love Anonymous 16/07/26(Tue)12:49 No. 28361 ID: f44551
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Preetha rolled over as Salim desperately clawed on her dress trying to cling to her as she moved away, her boobs slipped out of the silky material. Preetha was on her knees now, she grabbed a handful of Salim’s hair and pulled him up. Salim was a bit taken aback by this sudden harshness but he went with the flow. ‘You are crazy about my boobs aren’t you?’ Preetha said breathlessly shaking his head a little and drawing it close to her breasts. Salim responded by kissing her breasts, preetha cupped her right breats with her hand and showed it to Salim teasingly, ‘You will have them…I will give you more milk, you can have to your heart’s content. Let it be your dessert after dinner baby.’
‘I want your boobs mommy, I want your milk. The best foods in the world can’t rival the taste of your milk…’ Salim muttered half audibly.
‘You will…’ Preetha said and pulled Salim on her lap with a sudden tug. Salim was surprised. ‘…but let’s finish what we started, I want your milk first.’ Preetha said as she cradled him on her lap, left arm sliding behind his back, supporting him while the fingers of her right hand wrapped around the shaft of his penis, enveloping it in the warmth of her fist.
Salim understood what she was up to, his arms coiled around her neck as he nuzzled on her cheek.
‘Mommy, aren’t you going to do it with your mouth? It felt so good…’ he asked weakly, shivering as Preetha stroked his cock in a steady rhythmic motion, he was tight and stiff like a rod already.
‘No,’ she replied curtly ‘I just had dinner, I can’t take it in my mouth now or I will puke. Why, doesn’t this feel good?’ She asked.
‘Yessss…it does mommy, anything you do to me feels good.’ Salim mewled, planting repeated kisses on her cheek and chin. Preetha teased, puckering her lips, promising a kiss but not delivering it. Salim yearned for a kiss from his mother, but Preetha denied her lips to him. Slim kissed the corner of her mouth desperately.
‘No…no kisses for baby boy until he is done…’ she said teasingly continuing to stroke his cock, she could feel his pre-cum drenching the inside of her fist, lubricating it. Preetha exhilarated him even more by pressing her cheek onto his and rubbing their faces together gently, parting sweet words of intense love.
‘cum for me baby…cum for mommy…pleeaaaseee…’ she murmered stroking his cock, now faster than ever. Salim bit on his lips, as intense passion and pleasure overran his senses, he was shaking. The feel of his mother’s soft cheek, her voice, her warm breath as she whispered to him, guided him to unknown shores of pleasure.


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MOTHERHOOD: A Tale of Love Anonymous 16/07/26(Tue)12:54 No. 28362 ID: f44551
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Preetha used his stiff cock to pull back the satin cup of her dress, exposing her right nipple and rubbed his cock on the hardened nub, she could see drops of milk oozing out and dribbling down his cock, mingling with his pre-cum and lubricating it further. a smile of bliss beamed on her face as Salim held her tighter, pressing his face hard on her cheek and moaned ‘Oh Mommy…what are you doing…I can’t take it anymore…’
Preetha remained silent, smiling as her hand did all the talking, sliding up and down in quick strokes, exerting the right amount of pressure, her hand was slick and slimy with milk and pre-cum, a sweet musty smell of their bodily fluids was emanating. The tip of Salim’s cock was red and throbbing, ready to explode any moment.
Preetha finally decided to push him off the brink by kissing his cheek repeatedly, squeezing him closer, tighter to her body, as he stiffened, a tremor rolled through his small frame as he screamed with intense pleasure and passion ‘Oh Mommy…it’s happening…it’s happening again…I am going to pee that white stuff again….ah…ah…aaaahhh!’
Salim released finally, thick hot bubbling cum jet sprayed from the tip of his cock, Preetha was amazed once again, ‘How can he hold so much cum in such a little body!’ she marveled.
Salim continued screaming, eyes wide as Preetha looked intensely into them speaking through her clenched teeth. ‘Yeah…that’s my boy…that’s my little darling….cum for mommy…spill out everything that’s inside…every single drop’, she said as her hand milked him empty. Cum splattered on the bed sheet and on her forearm, rolling down in thick droplets. Finally the eruption subsided and Preetha held Salim close and leaned back on the bed.
Salim was resting on his mother’s body now, he was still panting from the release as a warm afterglow spread through his body. His mind had gone numb and he temporarily lost control of his body as his open gasping mouth drooled on her breast. Preetha trailed her cum wet fingers on his long hair and kissed his forehead lovingly. She could feel his running heart which was beating right on her breasts. A sigh of bliss left her mouth as they lay in the afterglow for unknown moments. Rain pattered on the window panes and a cozy silence settled in the bedroom.


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Anonymous 16/07/26(Tue)23:39 No. 28365 ID: c085fb

>>28362
omg such beautiful writing ! you are talented, i kept reading and looked at the pics the same time, it made it more erotic! i can't wait to see her son use her armpit hair for his desire too! lickin,kissing,fucking <3


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Nobody 16/07/27(Wed)10:43 No. 28369 ID: ec3a39

I come here to this site to read your story only. PLease do not ever leave us :-).

I like the story and of course also the pictures, although i don't like all the practices ( for example the eating stuff was not my cup of tea ), but everyting else is great. I would totally be happy about some anal play on him as you had in the other story you posted some months ago.

However, whatever you do, i am your fan!


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Anonymous 16/07/28(Thu)09:10 No. 28374 ID: 946d1d

>>28362
Hey there, thanks for continuing the storyline here. As usual the story is fantastic, love the added touches like the arm pit hairs and food sharing, as well as the superb narrating. Can't wait to see where this goes!

ps. If possible could Salim's penis be smaller considering his nutrition,ethnicity and age? Cheers mate! :)


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Anonymous 16/07/28(Thu)21:23 No. 28381 ID: e4d148

fantastic story. I really hope she sits on his face till he makes her cum


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Tantalising ! Mesmerising ! Amazing ! Ratul 16/07/28(Thu)22:44 No. 28383 ID: ee4bb2

Tantalising ! Mesmerising ! Amazing ! This story can only be described by these three adjectives ! I can humbly say that this story has added a new genre in the realm of "straight shotacon" and deserve to be rated as a milestone story ! Man, what gripping story line and what a fantastic style of narration and fascinating dialogue ! The interplay of subtle emotions in the minds of Preetha and Salim has been portrayed splendidly ! Preetha being the larger, healthier, much stronger and statuesque partner, her natural psyche of dominating Salim in this relationship has also been brought out very masterfully ! And yes, I do agree with Anonymous (ID : c085fb) that it would be thrilling to see Salim use Preetha’s wide hairy armpits for kissing, sucking and fucking as he gradually starts enjoying hot sex with this stalwart woman ! And yes, anal play (as suggested by Nobody ID : ec3a39) just like Sutapa, another statuesque woman, performed on Suman in the vernacular story “Aro Govire Jao”, would be great too ! And I, too, would love to see more explicit domination of little Salim by the much larger Preetha like face-sitting (as suggested by Anonymous ID : e4d148) ! Another important point is raised by Anonymous (ID: 946d1d) “could Salim’s penis be a little smaller considering his nutrition, ethnicity and age”! In summary, I am thrilled and greatly enjoying this erotic masterpiece and also enjoying the lovely comments of discerning and admiring fellow admirers :) I join them to say “Cheers ! Cheers !” to the author :)


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MOTHERHOOD: A Tale of Love Anonymous 16/07/29(Fri)14:18 No. 28390 ID: fdebf4

Thanks for your kind comments, although there are some weird rules for this page, I believe healthy discussion regarding the stories which are written and drawn with care and maturity can only help the author to be encouraged and go the extra mile for fan following. Without appreciation and in depth discussion this remains a thankless endeavor since I have nothing to gain from this except entertaining like minded people. So some extra words of support and discussions are always welcome and it really helps, trust me. Regarding Salim's cock size, I would like to point out nutrition and ethnicity doesn't have much regarding size of penis. Salim is around 15 years of age and at this juncture of puberty penis is almost fully grown. I had mentioned in the story his size of penis is around 5 inches, if I make it any smaller then it won't be able to pleasure a woman of Preetha's size. However, keep commenting, posting and suggesting. I cannot add any hardcore domination as the relationship between them won't justify that. I have included soft domination and might add more in later phases of the story but at this juncture adding and hardcore femdom like face-sitting won't justify the logic. Can't stuff everything in the first night itself as the story progresses I can explore other things for sure. However armpit is something you can look out for very soon.


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Anonymous 16/07/30(Sat)10:17 No. 28392 ID: 002631

>>28390
you deserve a medal my hero! can't wait for the incoming of this beautiful story
the only thing i really wish you draw is to make the boy even younger, like 10 years old instead of 15, i really like the idea of straight shota age of 5-10 with older big breast hairy moms! please make this ! maybe a abnormal family incest? mom,dad,10yo son or two sons and mom? thanks


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Anonymous 16/07/30(Sat)16:59 No. 28395 ID: a25c4b

>>28390
You are a fucking legend!


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Heartfelt appreciation for a great story ! Ratul (Rup) 16/07/30(Sat)19:18 No. 28396 ID: b34cbd

With warm respects to the administrators and moderators of the page and its rules, may I humbly add my views !

My submission to the author is that you genuinely deserve the accolades that are pouring in ! You are right in mentioning that an author thrives on the kind appreciation and encouragement of the admiring and discerning readers ! Ha ha, I appreciate your jovial comment that any penis smaller than that of Salim won’t be able to pleasure a woman of Preetha’s size ! She is indeed pretty statuesque and very powerfully built, which I like the most in a woman, apart from her beauty and charm ! Preetha (and, in that way, Sutapa too) possess both of these ! Also, I understand your viewpoint that all facets of sexual play cannot be explored in their very first night together. Hardcore domination (viz. face-sitting) between sexual partners can happen (if at all) when the mental bonding and mutual dependence between them deepens and their sexual relationship becomes profound, deep-rooted and more elaborate ! Let us hope for such hardcore domination later ! However, please do continue with Preetha’s natural soft domination, both physical and psychological, over Salim along with Preetha’s erotic "naughty" foreplay in the forthcoming instalments of this story !

Can I humbly lay down an idea in this regard ! Preetha lives in an expensive apartment complex and all such expensive residential complexes invariably have a gym. The ladies section of the gym normally remains deserted. Since Preetha has found a new meaning in life with Salim, she may now like to reduce her flab and regain her athletism by using the gym facility. This is not unexpected of her as she is a very determined and confident type of girl. She may start working out, taking Salim along as her companion and “towel boy” where little Salim would be witness to her great physical superiority and considerable strength. This would contribute to Salim’s further submissiveness and docility towards Preetha in their evolving relationship, facilitating her dominant role. Of course, it is just idea which needs your kind endorsement.

Oh, by the way, I simply loved your translation of the famous Tagore song :)

When can we look forward to the next instalment of the story, sir ? In a month’s time, or more ?


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Anonymous 16/09/04(Sun)09:24 No. 28582 ID: 2e7460

this post deserve a golden medal,please dont stop!


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We are all waiting ! Rupratul 16/11/05(Sat)15:07 No. 28818 ID: 2c1207

>>28362

No more continuation for this mesmerising story (or, other outstanding stories) from you ?


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Two persons in Preetha's life ? Rupratul 16/11/05(Sat)16:47 No. 28819 ID: e0b797

>>28358

I was re-reading this absorbing story. At one point, we see Preetha confide to Salim " .... just two other men has seen me in my life like this".

One was her husband Ayan. Who could be the other person ? I am intrigued !

Can you please give a hint !


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Where have you gone ? :( rupratul 16/11/23(Wed)13:49 No. 29012 ID: 8ee7af

I think you have abandoned "7chan" and posting your stories on some other forum !

Please provide us the latest link to your stories or else, please respond to this post ! It has been months since we last heard from your magic pen :)

Such prolonged delay is very painful for us and robs us of emotional involvement in the story !


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Anonymous 16/11/28(Mon)14:05 No. 29037 ID: 1ec3b1
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Preetha pulled herself up, Salim was still eager to cuddle more, but the Satin nightgown was feeling like a burden on her body. She wanted to feel the boy with all her body, there shouldn’t be even a thread between them. Salim was a bit puzzled as she rose on the bed on her knees and slid out of the flimsy material. ‘Mom, I am sorry; I soiled your beautiful dress with that white stuff that came out of my pee pee.’ He said apologetically. Preetha chuckled and said ‘Don’t worry about it, it will wash off but it might leave some stains. I don’t mind that at all, it will be the sweet memory of your first cum.’
‘Cum?’ Salim asked quizzically. Preetha slumped back on the bed, relaxed as Salim huddled against her, pressing himself tightly to her warm voluptuousness. With half closed eyes Preetha smiled, enjoying the feel of his small body curling up to her. She caressed his hair as he looked at her with inquisitive eyes.
‘That thing you released from your pee pee is called cum. Actually it is called sperm but I will call it my baby’s milk. You know, when this milk goes inside a girl’s pee pee babies are made.’
‘Ha ha…’ Salim laughed innocently, ‘So my milk can make a baby inside your belly? I drank your milk, so it means I will have a baby inside my belly?’
‘HAHAHHA…’ Preetha laughed and giggled, such silly weird questions, but she loved them. ‘No, she said, only girls can make babies inside their belly. If I drink your milk, no babies…but if your milk goes inside Mommy’s love pot a baby might get cooked up inside.’
Salim was amazed by this information. ‘Mommy’s milk, my milk. Mom, tell me does my milk taste as good as yours?’
‘Ummm…’ Preetha mock pondered for a while and then said ‘Actually, most boy milks are a bit salty and sticky like gum you know. But I am sure your milk will be very tasty. I am going to have it for sure.’
‘Okay..’, Salim said fondling her huge breasts playfully, ‘But You drained out all of my milk, can I have some of yours, so that I can make my milk?’
Preetha sighed and stretched a little, Salim slid up and rested his head on her arm, as she wrapped him lightly, Salim got a whiff of her armpit, the smell raced up his heart.
‘You never have to ask for Mommy’s milk. It’s always there for you.’ She purred in his ear.
Salim slid down a bit and took the nipple of her left breast in his mouth, a lick suck followed by a stronger one as Preetha’s breast squirted milk in his eager mouth. Salim had food hardly half an hour ago, but there was always space in his stomach for his mother’s delicious milk, he was getting addicted to it. Preetha released a sigh of relief as she felt her breast getting drained once again by Salim’s hungry mouth. It was such a beautiful divine feeling, her head was swimming, the Vodka she had was taking its effect. She had too many drinks that day, and she felt drunk, with alcohol and also physical fulfillment.
Preetha was almost losing her senses, sleep was overcoming her from the comfort as she was brought back by the touch of Salim’s hand on her cheek. Salim turned her face towards him looking into her eyes as he drank from her breast, milk was spilling out on her boobs from the corners of his clamped mouth, there was just too much milk inside her. Preetha smiled at him, Salim wanted to see his mother’s beautiful face as he drank from her, and looking at her blissful smile he felt elated.
Salim gasped with a mouthful of Preetha’s milk as it dripped on her chest, he felt like he was swimming in an ocean of milk. Preetha caressed his hair lovingly. ‘Easy baby…easy’ she whispered.


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Anonymous 16/11/28(Mon)14:08 No. 29038 ID: 1ec3b1
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Right then Salim did something unexpected, he slid up on her body and spat some milk on her mouth. Preetha clamped her lips, and grimaced, she didn’t like the taste of her own milk and she was startled by Salim’s sudden whimsical action. ‘Mmmm…what are you doing?’ Preetha exclaimed with her milk wet lips.
‘I want to share milk with mommy…’ Salim said breathlessly, Preetha could smell the faint whiff of her milk in his breath. Coming from his mouth it smelled sweet. ‘Come, I will taste it from your mouth baby.’ Preetha said and Salim obediently opened his mouth, Preetha explored the taste of his mouth with her tongue, Salim sucked on her tongue as well. Preetha could feel the shyness going away from Salim, he was becoming bolder in this game of love. Salim was kissing and licking her continuously, Preetha relented but there was no stopping him. He got up and cradled her head in his left hand and lifted her chin. He clamped his mouth on her and started kissing audaciously, his tongue and lips almost ploughing her face. Preetha felt as if her body was going limp, there was no strength left in her as she surrendered to the boy’s demands. He licked and sucked voraciously, her lips, her chin, the tip of his tongue fluttered on the mole below the corner of her lower lip.


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Anonymous 16/11/28(Mon)14:15 No. 29040 ID: 1ec3b1
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Salim jumped on her, wrapping his thin arms around her thick girth, his weight cushioned by her huge breasts. He softly bit her neck and licked all across the length. Preetha moaned loudly throwing back her head, enjoying the feel of his tongue on her sensitive parts. Her neck and lower part of her face had become glistening wet and reeking of his saliva. ‘Aaaahhh…baby…’ Preetha gasped, ‘Don’t you want more of Mommy’s milk?’ She uttered with quivering voice.
‘I want, I want…I want more of Mommy…I want everything Mommy has. You are so beautiful, I feel like eating you up!’ Salim said aggressively. He grabbed her left breast again and sucked hard, squeezing out milk. ‘Ahhh…not so hard!’ Preetha squealed. ‘Just suck it lightly; Mommy will squeeze out milk for baby.’ She said. Preetha grabbed her left nipple and started lactating in Salim’s clamped mouth. Preetha felt her right boob was still heaving with milk, he hadn’t touched it. ‘Don’t you want milk from Mommy’s other boobie?’ Preetha asked, Salim just shook his head, he was intoxicated by her milk, and it doesn’t matter from which boob he fed from. Preetha didn’t want to interrupt his enjoyment and squeezed her right nipple, hot white milk squirted out with the slightest touch. It was so full that the milk sprayed up in the air drenching both Salim and Preetha. Preetha realized she was making a mess of the bed, but she didn’t bother at all. Salim looked at the fountain of milk and smiled. He lifted his face and cought some of the milk in mid air with his open mouth. It was so much fun!
Both of them had become wet with milk and as it started drying off it was becoming sticky and released a smell. Preetha was about to wipe herself with the bedsheet but Salim pleaded her not to.
‘No Mommy let it be! It feels so wonderful as if I am wearing your essence’.
‘But it is getting sticky!’ Preetha exclaimed.
‘let it be Mommy, I will lick it clean for you.’
Preetha laughed inwardly. ‘There’s just too much baby, I think we need another shower, see it reached up till my feet! Mommy made such a mess of herself’
‘I will clean it all.’ Salim said determined. Preetha sighed with a smile and relented, Salim was not to be argued with, and she actually liked how he was slowly taking charge. She laid back and relaxed as Salim went down to her feet.


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Anonymous 16/11/28(Mon)14:18 No. 29041 ID: 1ec3b1
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‘This was so apt,’ Salim thought, ‘A Goddess had to be worshipped from her feet.’ He brushed his lips on her milk wet feet. His lips fluttered in rapid small kisses all over her toes, flicking his tongue over the milk droplets. Prretha shivered. He proceeded upwards, her ankles, her long well rounded shins, her knees and further up. Salim marveled how smooth and soft his new mother’s skin was. She was practically hairless all over her body except her special zones, where there was an abundance of growth. Salim moved further up planting kisses on her massive fleshy thighs, he marveled how each thigh was almost equal of his torso’s girth. Preetha felt a shiver from her toes to her arms, goosebumps were popping all over, and her vagina felt as it was burning up from inside and spreading a hot glow all within her belly. She sighed and moaned softly. Salim was further encouraged by her sound. He was about to explore her nether region as Preetha blurted out ‘No, not there…not now…I will tell you when to!’ she gasped almost breathlessly.
Salim wriggled up and continued kissing from her belly, the soft warm flesh responded by quaking uncontrollably. It was so soft, like a huge mound of well kneaded dough. He licked her belly, tracing the tip of his tongue around her navel in a circular motion, and poked it in the fleshy hollow. Preetha’s stomach clenched with that sensation than ran all through her abdomen, her abdominal muscles stiffened and loosened in rhythmic motions. Salim opened his mouth wide and sucked on the pulpy flesh of her belly, his cheeks hollowing with each pull and releasing a sound, Preetha giggled uncontrollably. In some time her belly was glistening moist with Salim’s drool and releasing a faint smell of his saliva on her skin. Preetha breathed in deep enjoying the smell of his spit all over her belly, she smelled something else as well, and it was coming from between her thighs. Her vagina had started leaking juices uncontrollably and was releasing the stench of her womanhood and it didn’t escape Salim’s notice as well.
‘Mommy, there’s a smell coming from your pee pee place…’ he exclaimed, experiencing something new. Preetha gulped and licked her lips, her eyes were closed, ‘That’s Mommy’s love smell baby. When a girl is loved she releases juices from her love pot, it is the smell of those juices. Don’t you like it sweetheart?’ She asked.
‘I love it Mommy, your pee pee place…’
‘No, call it my Love pot.’
‘Okay, your love pot is like a garden mommy…see so much hair…’ he started playing with Preetha’s pubic hairs with fascination, running his fingers through them, feeling the silky, moist texture of her growth, he pulled a little on the tufts, lightly, careful not to hurt her the slightest ‘I see a Flower in the garden, it is bright and pink, like a lotus and it is releasing that smell.’ He said poetically, Preetha wondered how he could speak so sweetly, a boy without any conventional education.
Preetha parted her legs slightly; it was a silent invitation to Salim and he didn’t make any mistake understanding, some things are ingrained in our genes, and you need not be told what to do. Salim nestled comfortably between her legs and continued his exploration of womanhood. He was getting too excited by the newness of this experience; a woman was so different physically from a man. His nimble fingers trailed all over her bush, feeling the soft moist fur, pulling and rubbing the hairs between his fingers. There was a gleam of amazement in his eyes like an explorer treading in uncharted territories. Preetha on the other hand was too overwhelmed with fervor, she kept her eyes closed. The subconscious shame of not able to control the urges of her body and letting an underage boy touch her like that with no inhibitions stopped her from looking. Her body trembled, goosebumps popping all over her skin. He hadn’t yet touched her vagina and she was creaming all over.


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Anonymous 16/11/28(Mon)14:21 No. 29042 ID: 1ec3b1
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Finally Salim’s shaking fingers touched her glistening wet vulva and Preetha squirmed uncontrollably. ‘No…no…’ she gasped – ‘You will not touch me like that with your hands.’ She cried out. ‘Use your lips and tongue, use your mouth, but not your hands.’
Salim was taken aback a little but he didn’t have the nerve to disobey his new mother. Her vagina was pulsating, trickles of juices were rolling down the fleshy folds and congealing on the white sheet. He wondered how it would taste. The overpowering musty smell was a little lewd and slightly offensive but Salim was drawn to it uncontrollably. With wide open eyes and flushed cheeks he dipped his head between her thighs, he opened his mouth, which was an inch away from her throbbing organ and hesitated for a second.
Preetha felt a tremor inside her body as Salim’s warm breath brushed on her pussy. She shut her eyes tight and uttered breathlessly. ‘Come baby…please…’
Salim could not ignore this call, and his mouth clamped on her labia as Preetha released a loud moan. Whatever they have been doing the whole afternoon and evening had heightened her desire to a peak, and she never touched her nether region all this while. Salim had come twice so far but she didn’t have any release, and now her passion had reached a crescendo.
‘AAAAAHH…’Preetha was loud, very loud, if it not for the storm and rain outside her moan could have been heard by the neighbors as well. Salim was fazed for a moment by her strong reaction but he understood it was a cry of pure unadulterated pleasure and passion. His mouth continued working on her vagina, his lips nibbling the fleshy folds of her labia as his tongue flickered on the inside walls. His tongue was rubbing right over the area where her bartholin glands were and they started discharging fluids copiously. Preetha’s whole body was throbbing with pleasure as her crotch was becoming moist to the degree of being dripping slimy from her discharges and Salim’s saliva.
Preetha grabbed the flesh of her lower belly and pulled it upwards to give Salim complete access to her vagina as he went on tirelessly worshipping the fleshy flower of the female with his mouth as it dripped honey in plentiful as reward. In the beginning the slightly salty taste of her vagina was a little overpowering for Salim but as he went on tasting it he found the juices of this incredibly beautiful grown up woman strangely addictive. These were secretes of a woman in her prime, both in health and sexuality and by grace of God Salim was fortunate enough to taste it copiously.
Preetha was slowly nearing the climax, but she wanted to prolong it, she caressed Salim’s head, encouraging him, sometimes grabbing his silky tufts tightly as pleasure pulsed through her vagina and deep through her urethra all the way to her womb. She lifted her large heavy breasts and was surprised to see they were lactating spontaneously, pearly white milk drops rolling down her boobs.


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Anonymous 16/11/28(Mon)14:23 No. 29043 ID: 1ec3b1
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The rain had ceased for half an hour but miraculously as if responding to their passion thunder struck again and it started pouring. This rain was as intense and emotional as the couple inside the room. Both newfound mother and son prayed this night never end, this ocean of love should be infinite and fathomless. There were no words to explain the coils of intimacy and pleasure that bound them together, they were cocooned inside a pupa of love, passion and pleasure. Salim had found a hidden chest of treasure between his mother’s massive thighs as her flesh trembled with each stimulation his young mouth gave her.
Finally it became too unbearable for Preetha, shamelessly she lifted her legs and held her ankles, spreading and exposing herself completely in front of the young boy. Salim had also become desperate his tongue fluttered frantically inside the oozing folds, trailing a long slimy track all up and down her perineum, the fleshy line going down from her vagina to her anus. Preetha shut her eyes tight and bit her lips as she felt Salim’s tongue on her anus, poking the tight hole with the tip and smearing it with his spit. It was so embarrassing and lewd. No one has ever done this to her before; Ayan even declined to ever go down on her as he found it repulsive. This boy on the other hand worshipped every part of her body like it was his sacred duty. The final moment was near, nearer than she could expect as she suddenly felt a cramp all over her inner thighs and lower abdomen.
This cramp was not painful, it released immediately and then clenched again, and then released and then clenched over and over spasmodically. This was an orgasm, Preetha understood…but an orgasm unlike any other. Preetha had always been a highly sexual girl, she enjoyed sex with Ayan and often had orgasms, but this was way different, it was the orgasm to end all orgasms. Her whole body trembled as Preetha desperately held on to her ankles, crying out loud with every spasm. All this while during oral stimulation by Salim her Skene glands had been filling up with female ejaculates, the fluid of bliss which is called Amrit in Kamasutra. Preetha had been suppressing the release all this while unknowingly until it had become unbearable and the skein glands were pumped to the point of bursting out. The final stimulation of her anus however threw her off the edge and she lost control of her organs and there was no holding back her release.
Quarts of ejaculate fluids shot out from the skene glands through her urethra and she came as there was no tomorrow. Salim was shocked as he cringed back witnessing the shower of semi milky liquids exploding from her vagina. Preetha cried out screaming and shaking uncontrollably as her pussy pulsated and gushed out the nectar of her sex. Her body was undergoing unknown sensations as she squirted and squirted, drenching Salim and the sheets between her thighs, she was pouring out like the rains outside. Recovering from the initial shock Salim immediately lowered his open mouth to get a taste of the fresh bubbling hot juices of his mother and he gulped it down in mouthfuls, satisfaction shined in his eyes. ‘Mom…this is so beautiful, it is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen in my life! Aahh (gulp) the taste is divine…I love you mom…I love you!’ he went on saying encouraging words as Preetha came and came, finally the spasms subsided and the last few squirts splashed inside Salim’s gaping mouth. Preetha was gasping and crying from the intensity of this immense orgasm.


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Anonymous 16/11/28(Mon)14:24 No. 29044 ID: 75f99f

my hero, thank you for coming back! wow reading the story while watching the pictures are the most erotic thing i saw in my life! well done!
i love her public hair! please add alot of armpit hair licking scene! maybe sex too!


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Anonymous 16/11/28(Mon)14:27 No. 29046 ID: 1ec3b1
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As Preetha slowly regained her senses and her labored breathing subsided, she could feel Salim toying with her pussy, marveling at the puddle she had created on the sheets; her thighs were wet as well. A smell permeated all over the room. It was a smell of pure unadulterated passion and love. She pulled Salim to her, she needed some rest and her vagina was feeling too sensitive to be touched at this moment. ‘Enough, come here…rest with me for a while.’
Salim got up and nestled towards her, his fingers still caressing the bushy moist wetness of her crotch.
‘Look what a mess you have made Mommy…’ he quipped mischievously. He relaxed beside her, head resting on his hand as Preetha curiously trailed her fingers on her hot pussy which was almost releasing a vapor, her juices were smeared on her fingers as she pulled them up and inspected. The liquid was semi clear and gooey in consistency, like clear thin gum.
‘My God, what is this? It never happened to me like this before.’ She wondered aloud. Salim looked at her dripping fingers and said ‘It is your love Mommy, you gifted me with the love of your body.’
Preetha pulled him closer and they kissed passionately, it was a kiss of relief, Preetha’s skin was warm with the afterglow and they held each other, peaceful silence covered them like a warm blanket.
Preetha was feeling almost lifeless, her insides were still throbbing from the intense release, her muscles were feeling numb and sapped off any strength. Salim lifted himself on his elbows and whispered to her softly ‘Mommy, please hold me, I just want to cuddle with you for a while. I want to talk to you, please don’t fall asleep.’


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Anonymous 16/11/28(Mon)14:31 No. 29047 ID: 1ec3b1
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Though Preetha was almost feeling like drowning in the numbness she obliged the boy, this was the least she could do after the bliss he gave her. She wrapped him in her thick fleshy arms, drawing him deep into her huge valley of breasts.
They held each other in a warm cuddle, facing each other. Preetha found herself drifting away only to regain senses and looking at Salim who was staring at her with wide eyes. ‘What are you looking at?’ she murmured softly, sliding her hand beneath his cheek as his head rested on her soft, silky palm. Salim slid up his hand and softly touched her face, her lips, feeling the warmth of her breath on his fingertips.
‘Mommy, you are so beautiful…you are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen in my life. I never imagined such beauty is possible!’ Salim said.
Preetha responded with a blissful smile and blowing a hot gust of air on his fingers. Salim inhaled the musk of her breath heavily, ‘Your lips Mom, they are like petals of rose, so soft, warm, and this mole…’ he touched the mole on the corner of her lower lip lightly ‘This is the most beautiful mole in the universe, people can fight a war over this mole.’ Salim whispered. ‘Can I love your face Mommy, can I kiss you?’ Salim asked with yearning in his eyes. ‘You can kiss me wherever you want baby’ Preetha said with a faint smile on her lips, her eyes half closed.
Salim lovingly traced his fingers on her rosebud lips, her chin…feeling the softness of her skin, Preetha heaved out a sigh, the light touch of Salim’s slim fingers left goosebumps on her skin. Salim kissed her long swan like neck lovingly, Preetha tilted her head back, a soft moan escaped her lips as she invited him for more kisses. Salim traced the entire length of her neck with his tongue ending to her chin where his lips locked, sucking her chin with his mouth as his tongue flickered beneath her chin, the sensitive part of her neck. Salim was becoming bolder, he slip up her body and started sucking her lower lip, first he gently nibbled on the lower labia like a delicate fruit, and then started sucking the plump fleshiness like a juicy slice of orange, he sucked hard as Preetha could feel blood congealing in her lips. He was going to bruise them…she thought. She moaned in weak protest, since her body was feeling almost lifeless but Salim aggressively sealed her lips with his own. He was now kissing her forcefully like an aggressive man and definitely not like a feeble boy half her size.
Salim pinched her lower lip and traced his tongue all over her lips, drooling on them; her lips were now glistening with his saliva. Salim was becoming obsessed with Preetha’s lips, which he considered the most beautiful part of her body. Preetha opened her mouth for much needed breath and Salim spat a long string of drool in her mouth. It was the same as she had done to him in the bathroom, a gesture of pure unadulterated love. Preetha gulped down his spit and tasted his love with satisfaction.


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Anonymous 16/11/28(Mon)14:33 No. 29048 ID: 1ec3b1
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Salim was growing more aggressive and wild with each passing moment, he kissed, licked and nibbled her face, messing up her up with his saliva and Preetha couldn’t believe how helpless she felt. With one shrug she could have thrown him off like an insect but her body felt powerless in front of the assault of his love. ‘Please…please…stop…’ Preetha muttered in a trembling voice trying to turn and escape him but Salim held on her like a vice, licking her cheek…her face was now completely moist and reeking of his spittle. Preetha could feel her loins heating up again and her pussy felt slimy from inside, hormones were raging high as she writhed.
‘I love you Mom…I love you Mommy…’ Salim muttered breathlessly as he wriggled on her, rubbing his face on her neck. Preetha felt his penis now hard and stiff again poking against her bush, it was becoming unbearable for her, she realized they had reached that final stage, that culmination where she had to surrender herself completely, the final union was inevitable.


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Anonymous 16/11/28(Mon)14:34 No. 29049 ID: 1ec3b1
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Preetha gently but firmly held him and pushed him off, avoiding eye contact. Salim sat between her long thick legs, bewildered, his penis standing in complete attention, pre-cum dripping from the tip. With her eyes closed Preetha opened her legs wide and with her right hand spread the opening of her vagina. She was embarrassed yet passion had completely taken over her. She couldn’t believe she was going to do it with a boy less than half her age but there was no turning back from there. Her breathing had become heavy. ‘I need you inside me baby…’ she gasped out ‘Put it inside me’ she moaned.
Salim was now on the threshold of something that would change his life forever, he was going to lose his virginity and that too to a woman people can only dream about. What did he do to deserve so much? He wondered, did God give him an entire childhood spent in misery only to reward him with this moment, where his every wish had been fulfilled? He stared at Preetha, her head propped up with a few pillows, her beautiful face glowing, eyes closed, mouth open, lips trembling with expectation – her Goddess like size and stature now helpless with longing and desire, the pinkish inside of her vagina now pulsating and oozing with her female juices calling at him with desperation, she looked like an impossible dream somehow made possible.
‘Please…I cannot take it any longer…’ Preetha almost begged, ‘Enter me and fulfill me as a woman baby…’ she cried.
Salim crawled on her hesitantly, his lower abdomen nestled between her massive and long things which were trembling. He looked at her one last time astounded by her longing and desire. His dripping penis inched towards her throbbing vagina and finally went in. Soft warm and wet flesh encircled his shaft, welcoming him as he went in deeper until he was completely inside her and could feel her pubes brushing his underbelly, tickling and making the pleasure even more intense.
Preetha moaned loudly as her body arched uncontrollably, waves of pleasure flooding her insides. She felt almost like a virgin being penetrated for the first time. Months of celibacy had made her vaginal muscles tight again and then even being penetrated by the boy’s relatively small penis made her felt like she was in seventh heaven. The pleasure was too intense, she could feel teardrops escaping from the corner of her eyes as she moaned loudly ‘Aaaaahhh…’


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Anonymous 16/11/28(Mon)14:35 No. 29050 ID: 1ec3b1
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Preetha needed a moment to settle into this as she told Salim to stop and stay there for a while, his penis buried deep in her vagina. She savored the feel of his hot throbbing penis leaking precum inside her. ‘Just be there…be still…’ she whispered, her breathing hard and labored. Her head was swimming with the intensity of pleasure as she could feel the intimacy between them, they were now bound between the deepest most intimate bond between a man and a woman, in this case a boy in his puberty.
Salim was still, he waited for his mother’s instruction and started at her appalled. He couldn’t believe he was giving her so much pleasure by entering her. Her face looked divine wracked with pure and intense pleasure. Her gigantic breasts were heaving up and down with her breath. He couldn’t believe how beautiful she was. His penis felt like it would melt inside the hot, slimy fleshy folds of her vagina, and a tingling sensation was going up and down his lower spine.
Preetha felt the first electrifying sensation subside a bit and gained control of her limbs. She gently pulled Salim closer grabbing his small buttocks firmly as she opened her legs further giving him more maneuverability. ‘Now thrust your hips up and down just as I guide you…’ she said. Salim obeyed without a word, moving his hips with the pressure and release of his mother’s hands, and as he thrust he could feel the indescribable primordial pleasure of physical union. Flesh rubbing against hot warm flesh, male and female juices mingling inside and oozing out with each thrust like precious oil being drilled out.
Preetha gave out a cry cum laughter of sheer pure pleasure as she could feel the thrusts inside her.
‘Aaaahh…ah ah ha ha ha…’ it was music to Salim’s ears and he started thrusting with more gusto and energy.


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OMG 16/11/29(Tue)05:05 No. 29053 ID: c46887

OMG THIS ART AND STORY IS AMAZING, PLZ, IT NEEDS ANAL, FILTHY AND BEAUTIFUL, A THREESOME TOO, MAYBE ADD A LOLI. THIS COULD BE A WHOLE SERIES I WOULD PAY FOR THIS


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requesting for uploading more about this stories Samar halder 16/11/29(Tue)10:09 No. 29055 ID: fa2024
29055

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IT IS ONE OF THE AWESOME STORY I HAVE HAVE EVER SEEN PLEASE UPLOAD MORE AND FULL OF THE STORY I AM EXPECTING


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Anonymous 16/11/30(Wed)20:48 No. 29064 ID: 564e91

This is great! Thank you.


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Anonymous 16/12/01(Thu)02:23 No. 29066 ID: a4d265

OMG!! The art work is great and the story is so erotic and loving. Very luring. Inviting. The more I read and look, the more I want.

Would be nice to see Preetha taking it in her hairy ass from her "son" in the future.

Thankyou.


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Please upload more this story and please upload Bengali version Ramesh+Halder 16/12/01(Thu)10:42 No. 29073 ID: 8fcd38
29073

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Please upload more story I love to read more of this I love this and please upload like in comic style please upload quickly I can't wait


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please upload more about this story Samar halder 16/12/01(Thu)11:30 No. 29075 ID: fa2024
29075

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please upload more about like this i love to read it and please translate in bengali please upload quickly i cant wait to see more about this


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Anonymous 16/12/05(Mon)10:54 No. 29087 ID: 71713a

Kindly please keep on posting your comments, suggestions and reviews, it helps me the artist/writer go the extra mile. A few words of encouragement never harms anyone :)


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requesting another Samar+halder 16/12/05(Mon)12:59 No. 29088 ID: fa2024
29088

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please uplaod more like this it is a unbeleaveable story and please upload in bengali version of this story want to need more horney


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Fantastic Anon 16/12/08(Thu)09:26 No. 29100 ID: 84651e

Great story and amazing artwork, kind of hope he ends up impregnating her.


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Please upload more this story and please upload Bengali version Ramesh+Halder 16/12/08(Thu)13:51 No. 29101 ID: 3d1724

Please upload more and in Bengali version


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Anonymous 16/12/08(Thu)19:53 No. 29102 ID: f3ae4a

hi


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Dear Santa... anononan 16/12/20(Tue)20:20 No. 29116 ID: ff1066

...please!
Please let this awesome piece of art continue asap!!!
Please!!!


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Dear Santa... anononan 16/12/20(Tue)20:20 No. 29117 ID: ff1066

...please!
Please let this awesome piece of art continue asap!!!
Please!!!


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Requesting for another updation Ramesh+Halder 16/12/24(Sat)09:43 No. 29127 ID: 3dc9a1

Where have you been gone please come back we are waiting.....


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Anonymous 16/12/24(Sat)10:18 No. 29128 ID: 0e09fa

I will be back but it might take some time. Maybe a couple of weeks.


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Anonymous 16/12/25(Sun)07:36 No. 29130 ID: 56b300

>>29128
Totally fine, as long as you dont abandon!


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Anonymouse 16/12/25(Sun)10:36 No. 29131 ID: 4e610a

We will wait, hopefully you will return here and post not suddenly anywhere and we have to search elsewhere.

PS: I would wait for years to see her fingers in his anus...


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Anonymous 16/12/30(Fri)11:32 No. 29149 ID: 7b9bd6
29149

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Before next part of Motherhood is released, here's a little something for the fans. Preetha and Salim wishes you Merry Christmas and a Happy New year. Let 2017 be a great year for Preetha and Salim's love story.


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Thanking you Ramesh+Halder 16/12/30(Fri)17:08 No. 29151 ID: 0d6794

Waiting for the ending up of this story please hurry up and thanks for being notify for that upcoming one and Merry Christmas to Salim and preetha too


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rupratul 16/12/31(Sat)16:39 No. 29154 ID: 56d981

>>29149

Happy New Year to Preetha and Salim, too :)

What a great style to welcome the New Year :D

We all wish for a happy and passionate New Year for the loving duo :) Let their love and mutual attraction grow further into an infatuation ! That would make them inseparable and prompt them to explore the charms of their bodies in a more intense and diverse way !

And aah .... we all wish "Happy New Year" to the immortal creator of this stunning duo "Shri Amarsrashta" !!!


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Exciting, intoxicating, mesmerising ! rupratul 16/12/31(Sat)16:49 No. 29155 ID: 56d981

>>29050

“Unputdownable” ….. that should be the only befitting adjective for this awesome story for the admirers of straight shotacon and, in a wider spectrum, for those who relish the idea of hot and “active” erotic role from a horny and physically superior female partner !

The story line is enticingly erotic, the art is awesome and the dialogues are titillating and absorbing .... in summary, this is a hot, electrifying and thoroughly enjoyable package !! Yet, never it crosses the finesse and glorious aristocracy of Preetha’s breed !!

The duo is adorable and their love-making is absolutely thrilling !!!

The way Preetha is slowly, but surely establishing her absolute and inescapable grip on Salim is amazing. She is a truly a charming and hot woman …. voracious, indefatigable, active in foreplay and free to indulge in the pleasures of sex !! It would be absolutely thrilling and intoxicating if she establishes absolute control over Salim so that he hastens to comply to all her wishes and commands and behaves like a loving and docile “son-slave” !

In this regard, two small things (may I call them my humble submissions !) from my end.

Firstly, considering Preetha’s size, build, strength and incomparable physical superiority over cute, small and petite Salim and considering her voracious and commanding sexual appetite, I would look forward to some degree of domination on her side over the docile Salim – particularly when she becomes hot and horny as hell. By domination, I mean like sitting on Salim’s chest, riding him from above after pinning him to the bed with her powerful well-built torso or sitting on Salim’s face and forcing him to pleasure her through oral sex. Mere cuddling of the boy-toy’s body from such a hot and powerful lady doesn’t lead to total gratification – mentally or physically. Please look into this aspect; it is my humble submission !

Secondly, a humble appeal. It is such a hot, racy and tantalising story that if you leave a long break between posts, the erotic environment dies down ! One cannot blame a reader if he starts thinking that the author has abandoned the forum ! So, the interested reader stops visiting your page and you lose one of your admirers ! But, Preetha (or, for that matter Sutapa in “Aro Govirey Jao” or your future heroines) is such a hot and charming lady that she doesn’t deserve to lose even a single male admirer ;) So, in order to preserve the erotic flavor of this story, please try to post regularly ! This is just an appeal :)

Admittedly, I am one of your admirers and would look forward to many such awesome creations from your magical fingers – for this story and future ones as well :)


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Amarsroshta 17/01/01(Sun)00:48 No. 29156 ID: b075af

Everything will be explored in due time. Thanks for your appreciation :)


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Anonymous 17/01/01(Sun)00:50 No. 29157 ID: 0b9967

>>29155

Hmmm .. speaking of physical domination, if Preetha gets horny and in her sexual excitement, clamps Salim's head between her thick, fleshy, powerful, tree-trunk legs and gradually applies pressure until he cries out in pain, then it would be damn exciting and erotic !


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Yeh dil mange more !! rupratul 17/01/03(Tue)18:00 No. 29163 ID: e6535e

I was going through the recent update of this story once again ….. oh ! what a story …. the passion and sensual command of Preetha over little Salim …. the surrender and devotion of Salim to this goddess of beauty ! I am eagerly looking forward to the day when this spectacular damsel would shed her inhibitions, show up her inherent voracious sexual appetite and ravish Salim’s petite body abundantly and forcefully, befitting her size, build, power and all-round superiority ! If Preetha is the goddess of beauty, kindness, love, sensuality, passion and command, let Salim be her ward, lover, follower, attendant and slave ! Let Preetha take complete command over Salim ! I appeal to the wonderful creator of this story to publish further updates at his earliest convenience ! Please don’t give a long break; it would undermine the erotic build-up ! As an Indian proverb has it … “Yeh dil mange more” !!


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Anonymous 17/01/15(Sun)19:04 No. 29184 ID: b58475

Can there be a footjob in the story?


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Anonymous 17/01/25(Wed)07:38 No. 29217 ID: 86346a

What a a story. Nothing is left to imagination. You can really feel the tenderness.

Patiently awaiting the next update.


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Anonymous 17/01/25(Wed)07:54 No. 29218 ID: 495efd

>>28092
spit really is the best thing IMO


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Anonymous 17/01/25(Wed)09:53 No. 29220 ID: e8abfc

Where could one find more stories like this one? Any key words or anything?


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Requesting Samar das 17/01/25(Wed)22:57 No. 29224 ID: 05e592

Please tell me Mr amarsrashta where can I find the story matritwa in Bengali plzzzz


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A gripping and exotic story indeed ! Anonymous 17/01/26(Thu)10:46 No. 29225 ID: 34416d

>>29224

That would be really great for those readers who can read and understand Bengali. But, in that case, the readership would be very limited. Perhaps the author decided to choose the English format so that his wonderful creation can be enjoyed by a wide spectrum of readers in "7chan". But, yours is a very good suggestion. He may publish the Bengali version elsewhere with a link in this forum. Let us wish that he has more such gripping and exotic stories in his stock :)


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Amarsroshta 17/01/30(Mon)23:36 No. 29230 ID: 51094b

I had half the story in Bengali and then translated it to English as there are no good Bengali site or forums to post my stuff hence resorted to English and 7 Chan. Problem is everyone comes with requests but no one comes with a helping hand. I have asked in 7Chan multiple times if there is someone who can color my artwork, but I was met with radio silence. This is something of a hobby and the art and writing takes a lot of time due to the quality and details. If there is a Bengali reader with some degree of writing skills I welcome that person to translate it and post.


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Anonymous 17/01/31(Tue)00:34 No. 29231 ID: 52e565

>>29230
How would one help? Since help is needed, I imagine it's more than just slapping text into some translator?


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Amarsroshta 17/01/31(Tue)09:16 No. 29233 ID: 51094b

Yes, and that's why I need someone with writing skills in Bengali. He can mail me at vipinsaxena69@yahoo.com


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Anonymous 17/01/31(Tue)09:50 No. 29234 ID: 9fc2a0

>>29233
Damn. All I know is English. Maybe hats why no one is willing to help. You're asking on an obscure website, on an even more obscure board. The chances of someone here knowing Bengali are very slim.


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Bengali translation Anonymous 17/02/01(Wed)23:47 No. 29285 ID: 29fd1c

51094b

Well .... I know Bengali and I plan to start the translation job in February as I am currently away on work. However, almost all readers in this forum understand ONLY English language. Will there be any takers for the Bengali version here ? I have serious doubts :)


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Yes I am interested to bengali Ramesh halder 17/02/02(Thu)18:38 No. 29288 ID: 548f04

Please upload it in Bengali version like your previous story govire jao that was wonder full creation .... It is also a wonderful creation but if the Bengali translation will be uploaded it will be more enthusiastic... Thank you....


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Rohan Deka 17/02/06(Mon)10:26 No. 29302 ID: 27a6c2

Full English translation of the comic govire jao plz


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Anonymous 17/02/11(Sat)19:14 No. 29343 ID: 3602eb

Do you know of "Dimension H" ?
Would you work together with them as a guest artist or author?


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Amarsroshta 17/02/15(Wed)01:36 No. 29346 ID: 25adad

Sorry, don't know about Dimension H. Please mail me the details at vipinsaxena69@yahoo.com


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Amarsroshta 17/02/15(Wed)17:14 No. 29350 ID: 25adad
29350

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Happy belated Valentine's Day. I am sorry I am not being able to post anything new for quite some time, but work is definitely going on. This is a small token. Celebrate the whole Valentine's week with Preetha and Salim. Enjoy!


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Amarsroshta 17/02/15(Wed)17:16 No. 29351 ID: 25adad
29351

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Happy Valentine's to preetha and salim Ramesh+halder 17/02/15(Wed)17:36 No. 29353 ID: dbce69

Please take your time we are waiting to see another marvelous creation


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Anonymous 17/02/16(Thu)20:17 No. 29363 ID: 98f8b9

Thank You. This is great!


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REQUESTING ramesh halder 17/02/16(Thu)20:54 No. 29365 ID: bc8ab9

CAN YOU GIVE ME THE STORY MATRITWA IN BENGALI
IT WILL BE VERY KIND OF YOU....


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Anonymous 17/02/17(Fri)16:16 No. 29370 ID: d41e65

Oh my God ! What a creation from the great Amarsroshta ! Wow ! One would get hot just by looking at his art !!

Happy Valentine week, Amarsroshta !!! The same to Pretha & Salim and to Sutapa & Suman (Aro Govirey Jao) !!!

Amongst the V.Day collages published by you, I loved the Rose Day, the Teddy Day and, of course, the Valentine Day the most !!!

My God, Preetha looks just wonderfully erotic with her awesome naked physique and bridal jewellery !!! Wow, how well-built she looks compared to cute little Salim :)

By the way, Ramesh .... in fact, "Matritwa" and "Motherhood" are one and the same story ! Actually, Amarsroshta started writing this great comic in Bengali under the name "Matritwa", but finding no suitable site, switched to the English version "Motherhood" on 7chan, quite understandably, as most of the readers of this forum are English speaking ! However, as soon as the full story gets translated into Bengali, the author may opt to publish that in this forum or elsewhere.

Great going, Amarsroshta ! We are always with you !


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thanking you ramesh halder 17/02/18(Sat)10:31 No. 29371 ID: bc8ab9

please let me know if that story will get translated by the mr amarsrastha i am waiting


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requesting Ramesh halder 17/02/20(Mon)10:15 No. 29377 ID: bc8ab9

mr amarshrastha can you please extend the story govire jao aro govire jao where you had stopped that story


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Requesting Ramesh halder 17/03/20(Mon)22:29 No. 29461 ID: 899e92

Aren't you going to publish the rest of the story where you have been


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Anonymous 17/03/24(Fri)21:26 No. 29468 ID: c81f8a

>>29461
Please don't rush him


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Anonymous 17/03/27(Mon)11:03 No. 29478 ID: 5edc06

Please upload Soon.........


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Anonymous 17/04/13(Thu)10:18 No. 29504 ID: 2eb3d1
29504

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Anonymous 17/04/13(Thu)10:28 No. 29505 ID: 2eb3d1

>>27609
Sir it is a little try to color of my dream comic image. i am your die heart fan.... we are hungry to know more about PREETHA AND SALIM....


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great work ramesh halder 17/04/14(Fri)09:08 No. 29506 ID: 4c9a32

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sir its a great colour work sir please tell me how did you do this thing is it a hand work or some computer method if it so please tell me i will make the all the comics in colour theme


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Anonymous 17/04/17(Mon)09:27 No. 29508 ID: 6d0ae9

@ Ramesh Halder it's colored With Photoshop.


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Amarsroshta 17/04/24(Mon)15:19 No. 29540 ID: ea961f

Thank you for your color work my friend. Guys I might me absent for a while but I am not gone. I am a bit under pressure due to health and some other reasons, but I will post the next segment soon. In fact I am trying to finish the story and the post, because after this the sequel to Motherhood will begin, and it will be a full fledged comic book, not pictorial stories.


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Amarsroshta 17/04/24(Mon)15:23 No. 29541 ID: ea961f

Also guys please do not request me to color, I am not a colorist. I have posted in this forum several times if there is any professional color artist who can help coloring the book. If there's no artists here why don't you raise money for the coloring? What can the fans do to raise money to hire a professional colorist to color all the works I have done?


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Anonymous 17/04/24(Mon)19:16 No. 29542 ID: d9aaea

Sir,
I am not professional Color Artist.But as a fan i can color it.previous color image is the result of hungriness...
Sir upload the comic i will try my best...

Regards
SJ


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Anonymous 17/04/24(Mon)23:12 No. 29543 ID: 9033ef

>>29540

We are pained to learn about your health problems ! We pray that you get well soon ! Take care ! We would be waiting with patience for subsequent updates !


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Anonymous 17/04/25(Tue)23:52 No. 29618 ID: ee21dd

>>29617

Hi Ramesh ! These JPG pictures were already posted under "Aro Govire Jao" (64 posts) by Mr. Saxena. Why you had to re-post it individually? For coloring ?


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Ramesh+halder 17/04/26(Wed)07:50 No. 29619 ID: ca22bc

>>29618
No there was not all the file only 47 pages were there so I had to post it again


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Ramesh+halder 17/04/26(Wed)08:07 No. 29620 ID: ca22bc

I have posted it individually for the help to colorist


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Anonymous 17/04/26(Wed)09:14 No. 29622 ID: 9c64e1

>>29620

i'm glad you back !
thank you for counting this amazing story!
i realy wish she had kept the armpit hair too! no licking scene ^^ can you please add some! thx!


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Anonymous 17/04/26(Wed)12:21 No. 29623 ID: b615c4
29623

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Hello Amarsroshta Sir,
I tried to color Aro Govire Jao image,but sorry to say that,i have not high resolution images.please upload Aro Govire Jao images...if there any fan have those...please upload.
Regards
SJ


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Anonymous 17/04/26(Wed)12:23 No. 29624 ID: b615c4

minimum size of 1 MB


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Anonymous 17/04/26(Wed)12:40 No. 29625 ID: b615c4

TNX Mr. Halder...
SJ


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Amarsroshta 17/04/27(Thu)00:28 No. 29631 ID: 93b06b

My heartfelt thanks to the color artist, but, I would rather get the colors done by a professional color artist. That I believe would cost money. Can the fans here raise money so that we can get a proper color artist to get the artworks colored? I know a few but there will be money involved. To get the whole of Motherhood colored it would require around 40,000/- INR at least. If the fans are ready to raise that sort of money this can become something really epic.


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THANKING YOU TO SJ AND AMAR DA RAMESH HALDER 17/04/29(Sat)20:39 No. 29639 ID: b2511e
29639

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NO NEED TO RAISE THE MONEY I AM TAKING THE RESPONSIBILITY TO COLOUR THE WHOLE MOTHERHOOD ....
HERE IS SOME SAMPLE FOR THE AUTHOR


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Anonymous 17/04/29(Sat)22:05 No. 29640 ID: 6d974c

>>29639
That's great but you should change the dialogue to to english and mom/son


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Ramesh+halder 17/05/01(Mon)13:39 No. 29642 ID: b2511e

>>29640
I would like to but i dont know how to change the languages


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Amarsroshta 17/05/03(Wed)01:05 No. 29643 ID: ea961f

Sorry this is not the standard of coloring I am looking forward to. See the standard of the coloring of any hentai comics in this forum. You can color if you want but these are not authorized or approved by me. Thanks for the effort though.


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Anonymous 17/05/03(Wed)21:12 No. 29644 ID: 43ed45
29644

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Sir it's been long time...
Please Upload Matritwa comic...
begging SJ


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RAMESH+HALDER 17/05/03(Wed)22:05 No. 29645 ID: b2511e

>>29644
i know i am not so expert of coloring so thats why i have asked you and other to have the colouring of the pages.... so thanks for your opinion if the authority is not accepting my work so i am quiting from here if you like to do yourself then colour it in your way thank you
good luck....to sj
with best regards
ramesh


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RAMESH+HALDER 17/05/03(Wed)22:06 No. 29646 ID: b2511e

>>29644
i know i am not so expert of coloring so thats why i have asked you and other to have the colouring of the pages.... so thanks for your opinion if the authority is not accepting my work so i am quiting from here if you like to do yourself then colour it in your way thank you
good luck....to sj
with best regards
ramesh


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Amarsroshta 17/05/04(Thu)09:54 No. 29647 ID: a4a3cc
29647

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This is the standard of coloring that is required. But to get this quality finances are required. Let me know how many people are interested in funding the coloring of Motherhood and upcoming comic.


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Anonymous 17/05/04(Thu)12:08 No. 29648 ID: 0a4318

@ Mr. Halder Why so upset??? you and all others must remember the comic is the creation of Amarsrostha.... He has the authority... No one can ignore his opinion.
Don't get wrong way....he just tried to looks images in best-way,Is it wrong?
I colored those images for lover of Amarsrostha Comic.
We are all Amarsrostha Comic Fan....so don't upset and don't go away.....
THE CREATOR CREATES BEST THING THAT YOU LOVE........
Regards
SJ


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Anonymous 17/05/04(Thu)12:19 No. 29649 ID: 0a4318

This color work is marvelous.... How much finances are required form 1 people.How can we send u money.


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Amarsroshta 17/05/04(Thu)13:32 No. 29650 ID: ee7502

I will provide a bank account, you can just transfer the money to that account and show me the transfer record via email. My emailaddress is vivpinsaxena69@yahoo.com. Whoever is interested in donating please email me and I will send further instructions. To begin with I am looking forward to raise around 30,000 for the coloring of the entirety of Motherhood which will be around 60 pages. After that the sequel comic book 'Honeymoon in Darjeeling' will follow. I don't need the money in one go, and I will connect all the contributors to each other so that you can share the donations. So please connect with me via email for information. Also I will be claiming not a single rupee from the donations, the whole money will go into the coloring of the content. To begin with I need to raise 12,000/- INR to start the work. All interested parties please mail me. I don't think the admins of this forum will be appreciative about financial transactions.


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Amarsroshta 17/05/04(Thu)14:45 No. 29651 ID: ee7502

Also I am offering goodies like kickstarter. Anyone donating above 5000/- will get a personalized poster drawn on his request. He will give me the description and I will get the art and colors done as a gift. It will be completely of his choice.


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RAMESH+HALDER 17/05/04(Thu)22:55 No. 29652 ID: b2511e

dont think that i am going away i am quiting means i am quiting the responsibilty of colouring of the images obviously the image you have uploaded its to to mucch natural ... and i am not upset there is no
point of my upset ofcourse mr amar is the author he will judge what the best is.....


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Amarsroshta 17/05/04(Thu)23:29 No. 29653 ID: c0f6b5

Ramesh Haldar you can help by donating money for the cause. I am appalled to see everyone wants better quality, colored artwork, but when it comes to pay a nominal fee people disappear. I think I will stop the posts from now on. one way things never work out.


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Rohan+Deka 17/05/07(Sun)13:11 No. 29664 ID: 81900b

Let us all donate 100 rupees each at first
.. if we like the work we will donate again.. but let us know how to donate... account details and all


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Rohan+Deka 17/05/07(Sun)13:15 No. 29665 ID: 81900b

You guys can upload the episodes in g.e hentai.. there you can earn money also i guess ( depending upon the views, if m not wrong)... where can i get English translation of motherhood , govire jao? And what is honeymoon in Darjeeling? Is it a new episode?


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Amarsroshta 17/05/08(Mon)01:12 No. 29668 ID: f3fb79

100 rupees is too less, you have already seen the sample of coloring. 500-1000 is the least you can donate, as it comprises coloring charges for 1-2 pages (500/- each per page). I think gehentai is a free site and they don't pay you any money. if you are interested in donating then contact me at vipinsaxena69@yahoo.com


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Anonymous 17/05/09(Tue)07:06 No. 29671 ID: dc2b7c

You guys want money? Do itlike the otherartists and start a patreon account. That the best way to do it.


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Amarsroshta 17/05/09(Tue)09:03 No. 29672 ID: ec6cfe

I don't think Patreon will be allowing such content and I don't want my real identity to be exposed, hence need to do this discreetly among fans.


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Aro Govire Jao stranger 17/05/11(Thu)10:01 No. 29678 ID: 38243a

can any body please translate in to english


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Aro Govire Jao stranger 17/05/11(Thu)10:02 No. 29679 ID: 38243a

can any body please translate in to english


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Aro Govire Jao stranger 17/05/11(Thu)10:07 No. 29680 ID: 38243a

english version


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Ramesh+halder 17/05/13(Sat)15:02 No. 29686 ID: 202066

Can any one help me to fix a problem when i tried to match colour between two images in adobe photoshop cs 6 every thing is fine except the colour intensity tool is not working in match colour option luminance colour fade is working but colour intensity is nt working


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Amarsroshta 17/05/14(Sun)00:46 No. 29687 ID: 8f23e4

Ramesh Haldar, this is how you color a comic in photoshop. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gJyj59XpFs8


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Anonymous 17/05/14(Sun)14:24 No. 29690 ID: bd7f3f

What is the need for colouring ! Your B & W drawings are fantastic as it is !


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Anonymous 17/05/14(Sun)14:24 No. 29691 ID: bd7f3f

What is the need for colouring ! Your B & W drawings are fantastic as it is !


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Anonymous 17/05/15(Mon)09:23 No. 29695 ID: 81251b

Dada Ei color jonno r koto din opekhha korbo ? apni B & W comic post korun....


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Amarsroshta 17/05/16(Tue)01:20 No. 29696 ID: c15145

I might finish Motherhood, but that will be my last free work, after this I will post teasers of the forthcoming comics the sequel of Motherhood 'Honeymoon in Darjeeling' which will be in color, but I won't post it for free. Interested parties can buy password protected PDFs from me. I have more comics (including the next pages of Govire Jao and a brand new one), but I will stop posting for free from now on. I am appalled to see as long as it is free people are coming to lap it up, but once I ask to pay up just for the coloring cost I see everyone running with their tails between their legs. Hence no more free pro bono charity work.


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Anonymous 17/05/16(Tue)08:17 No. 29697 ID: 241277

It is the best way... take money from me and give that comic to me...the previous way is confusing....(example- i pay 500 for coloring but other people don't pay then what i do?)
I want "Motherhood" also colored.for that i will pay u..
Regards
SJ


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Ramesh+halder 17/05/16(Tue)09:29 No. 29698 ID: 202066

>>29696
Amar da can you tell me how much it will cost for the pages for govire jao aro govire jao


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Ramesh+halder 17/05/16(Tue)09:32 No. 29699 ID: 202066

>>29696
I mean the next pages of aro govire jao i like to see those rather than motherhood i will buy it


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Ramesh+halder 17/05/16(Tue)09:39 No. 29700 ID: 202066

>>29697
How will i pay you the link and the pdf of next pages of govire jao


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Ramesh+halder 17/05/16(Tue)15:47 No. 29701 ID: 202066

>>296what is your email id


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Amarsroshta 17/05/17(Wed)11:49 No. 29704 ID: e7d528

My email is vipinsaxena69@yahoo.com. Govire jao has not been lettered after where it ended. That project is stalled for now but I assure you 'Honeymoon in Darjeeling' take your breath away.


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Ramesh+halder 17/05/17(Wed)13:25 No. 29705 ID: 202066

>>29704
Amar da amake amount ta koto ektu bolo ar govire jao ta sesh hole amake janio ami otao kinbo ar honeymoon in darjeeling to neboiii kono prblm nei
Ar arekta jinis honeymoon in darjeeling ta ki suman ar sutapar moto...


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Anonymous 17/05/18(Thu)12:27 No. 29706 ID: 4a0202

Amar Sir,
Please tell us when we got the comics...and add some more images in Matritwo comic.
With Love
SJ


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Amarsroshta 17/05/19(Fri)12:31 No. 29707 ID: 5d6b27
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As it seemed, soon Salim didn’t require any guidance, he was thrusting on his own in slow rhythmic motion, all males are genetically programmed for this. Preetha relaxed, enjoying his thrusts; she was so pleased that Salim was not rushing it as it happens with over eager males. Salim was sliding in and out gently, his penis coated thickly with her pussy slime blending with his precum. The pleasure was so intense that they were at loss of words. Preetha caressed his head with both her hands to express her love which intensified Salim’s bliss.
For untold time Salim went on lunging in and out her thick hairy pussy, a warm toasty silence permeated in the dimly lit room interrupted only by the patter of rains on the bay window, moist sounds of flesh slapping on flesh, labored breathing and occasional moans. The heat of sex challenged the air condition as a thin sheen of perspiration glistened on both Preetha and Salim’s skin. Salim wrapped his arms around her soft belly and rubbed his face on the sweaty valley of her breasts kissing sporadically, tasting the salty perspiration and smelling the scent of his mother. He looked up at her, Preetha was zoned out, she was lost in a cocoon of pleasure and comfort, her left arm wrapped around her head exposing her hirsute armpit. Salim could see a droplet of sweat rolling down the fleshy inside of her arm and getting lost in the bushy growth, it seemed vapor was rising from her armpit. ‘Mommy is so warm…she must be even hotter over there,’ Salim thought and imagined the drop of sweat vaporizing by the heat of her hairy armpit.
Preetha’s eyes were closed, she couldn’t notice Salim staring at her, marveling at her beauty. There was a beatific smile on her face, her plump lips parted occasionally to release a warm sigh or a low dulcet moan. As Salim watched it seemed the mole at the corner of her lower lip was glowing. He wanted so much to kiss that mouth, suck on those strawberry lips, inhale her breath and ravish that little mole with his tongue and teeth, but for that he would have to slide up. Due to his slight stature his head could only reach up till the valley of her breasts while his penis was inserted in her vagina and he couldn’t for the love of God think about taking it out. The pleasure was too much to even interrupt for a second and more than that the pleasure he was giving his mother made him too proud to stop. The look on her face was too precious.
Preetha was feeling like drowning in pleasure. Salim’s young cock was small, but it was hard as a rod, Preetha wondered how he could hold his erection for so long, pumping her like an automaton. His hairless crotch was so smooth and velvety of touch as it rubbed against her vagina with each thrust, Salim was diving deep, inserting himself completely inside her as if he wanted to go inside her completely and nestle in her womb. It was such a comforting thought as she imagined him inside her belly, cuddled safely in her body.
‘Mommy…mommy…’ Salim’s eager whispers broke the silence he sounded desperate.
‘Mmm…’ Preetha responded, her eyes still closed, arm wrapped around her head, enjoying his thrusts.
Mommy…why does it feel so good?’ Salim asked innocently yet fervidly.
Preetha sighed and giggled a little, she spoke between thrusts, gasps of breath and moans.
‘B…because I am a girl and you are a boy, this is how God made us…ssss…ahhh…this is his greatest gift to us. If we are young…if we are healthy and in love….uhhh…yeah yeah… right there….ssss…
‘If we are in love then what Mommy?…’ Salim asked eagerly thrusting right where Preetha instructed.
‘Then this is all that we need to be happy baby….ah…ahhh…our bodies are all that we need. The body of a girl and a body of a boy….ssss…ufff….deeply in love, melting in each other…ahhh…’
Preetha’s words rang sublime in Salim’s ears as he continued thrusting, in and out…in and out…increasing his pace.
‘I love you Mommy…I love you…I love you so much…’ Salim muttered relentlessly as he pumped Preetha like a piston.
‘Yesss…baby…love is all that we need…love me more….I need your love…Ahhhh…’ Preetha arched her neck back, her pleasure intensifying with the increase of Salim’s pace.
Looking at the intensity of her face, Salim squinted his eyes and bit on his lower lip hard, trying to subdue the urge to cum. The expression on her face was enough to get him lose control but he will not lose himself, he will not become spent and cease his mother’s pleasure. He will have to go on gratifying her, this is his humble effort to express his gratefulness to her. He was becoming exhausted but there was no stopping him until he satisfies her completely.


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Amarsroshta 17/05/19(Fri)12:35 No. 29708 ID: 5d6b27
29708

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Suddenly there was a crack of thunder outside and Salim looked through the bay window startled. The lightning illuminated a sky dark and roilling with mountainous clouds. The large skyscrapers of South City Complex looked petrified by the roar of nature, haze of incessant rain making them look blurry.
For a brief moment Salim’s mind floated elsewhere, he wondered about the turn of fate. Right now he should have been huddling under some shed like a wet dog, shivering, trying desperately to protect himself from the tumultuous weather with a torn sheet of plastic or tarpaulin, his belly knotted with hunger and fear, desperation of survival overcoming his faculties. Instead, he was inside this plush, luxurious apartment, in this warm, dimly lit master bedroom, on a plushy mattress and milk white sheets, his body completely naked and in embrace of the most beautiful woman he has ever seen in his life. Her large, soft, naked frame glistening with a sheen of sweat, her massive sweat slick chest heaving up and down with passion, and her long, thick powerful thighs wrapped around his waist protectively as he is buried deep in her warmth. Instead of rain dampening the rotting garbage on the street he could smell the divine scent of this Goddess’s warm running juices, her perspiration, the aroma of her long flooding tresses and her musky breath. Was it for real? Instead of cold, hard and wet pavement his body was rested on the tepid moist, fleshy softness of glorious femininity. Is he dreaming only to wake up to the cold hard truth of his miserable life?
Preetha was fazed by Salim’s paused. ‘What happened?’ she asked her voice a bit shaky being disconcerted and with anticipation of the continuation of copulation.
Salim looked back at her, a small frown on her brow, her beautiful eyes half closed with passion, her lips trembling with ardor. She looked divine in her momentary discontentment. Salim felt a surge of tremendous fervor inside him, he wanted to make sure she was real and not an elusive dream. He could feel her warmth around his loins, his penis stewing inside her hot sopping vagina, drilling out her girl gravy and drenching the sheets but still he was not assured, not satisfied. He needed her smell, he needed her stench, her personal private emanation which will assure him of her being.
Salim twisted his body in an angle and grabbed Preetha aggressively, he slipped his small left hand inside the fleshy folds of Preetha’s right armpit, feeling the roughness of her undergrowth, while with the other hand he pulled up Preetha’s left arm, exposing her armpit completely, her thick soft bush was sticky with sweat and Salim buried his face in the warm fuzz.
‘Ahhh…what are you doing?’ Preetha gasped out. She was startled and felt ticklish, but she obliged him, she realized Salim had become obsessed with her body odor and all he wanted was her private smells. It was natural; all males, especially young boys are sensitive to female pheromones and that special private smell is all they need to get excited. Salim rubbed his face in the fleshy folds of her underarm, sniffing vigorously her pheromone rich fur, his lips brushing against them, occasionally puckering and planting hungry kisses. Salim inhaled her damp pungency like much needed oxygen, whimpering and cooing. He felt he could die happy like this, his penis buried in his mother’s vagina and face nestled in her hot moist underarm.


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Amarsroshta 17/05/19(Fri)12:37 No. 29709 ID: 5d6b27
29709

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Preetha however was getting impatient by this sudden pause, she could feel her vaginal muscles pulsing and rearing towards another climax, she wanted another culmination, another orgasm, this time by the working of his penis instead of his mouth, it has been so long she had a penis inside her, and in spite of the smaller size of his boy-cock she felt she was having sex for the first time, it was so intense. She grabbed him by his hair and pulled his face up from her armpit. He had enough, now it was time to get her off. Salim was not at all offended by his mother’s momentary harshness, he looked at her face smiling, her eyes closed, lips pursed, intensity of the expectation of final release set in. He clutched her other hand, applying a little pressure, assuring her that he was there to take her to the peak.
Salim got back to his thrusting, now more vigorously than ever, pumping in and out, his small hips clenching with each thrust as he buried himself deeper and deeper inside his new mother. Droplets of sweat rolled down is neck, his teeth grinding into a grimace.
Preetha bit on her well manicured fingernail, enjoying the strength and determination the little boy put in to pleasuring his large statured voluptuous mother. He was almost half her size, but he made up with his energy and perseverance. Salim grabbed on her boob, squeezing it with the rhythm of each thrust, little pearls of milk squeezed out of the nipples and smeared his hand. Salim was hitting a certain spot in this position which turned Preetha on even more.
‘Baby…’ she gasped between her heavy breathing ‘ Yes…do it like this hit that corner, cross over on my thigh.’ She instructed. She had never given any instructions to her ex husband ever in her life, in sex it was more about his pleasure than her. He used to thump and pound to his satisfaction and then spend himself inside her. Even though she had certain demands, specific ways which could increase her pleasure she never uttered them to him. There was always a certain restraint, an uneasiness which stopped her to express herself completely and Ayan never cared as well. To him it was his pleasure first. But Salim, this boy…she could open herself completely to him, reveal every secret of her body, concede every little minute detail of the nook and corners of a woman’s thrill zones which are unknown to most men.
Salim obediently followed her instruction and straddled her left thigh, now entering her from an angle which hit that certain cluster of nerves in her insides which sent shockwaves through her body.


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Amarsroshta 17/05/19(Fri)12:38 No. 29710 ID: 5d6b27
29710

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‘Aaah…aaahh…yes yes…there…right there…’ she moaned aloud. Salim supported himself grabbing her humongous boobs, squeezing the fleshy softness, which were glistening with a thin sheen of sweat and leaking milk. The heady smell that was coming off her, her sweat, milk and vaginal discharges were nothing short of divine and Salim was inhaling that perfume to its fullest. It was the smell of a Goddess.
Preetha hrapped her hands around Salim’s slim waist, he was so thin that her hands encircled the girth completely and she guided his thrusts with expertise that came from her experience in lovemaking. He felt so small in her hands that it was almost like using a sex toy, but a sweet living, breathing one who satisfied her like never before.
Soon, Preetha could feel her insides throbbing, her vaginal muscles contorting for the final release, her urethra was swollen with the juices her skein glands were producing in an overdrive.
‘Aaaahhh…aaahhh….ohhhh my god!’ She almost screamed as she was on the verge of the final release.
‘Mommy…’ Salim screamed out nervously as well, as Preetha pushed him back, his slick penis sliding out of her pussy as she showered a torrent of her girl juices which splashed warmly on his crotch, drenching his lower belly, penis, balls and the insides of his thighs and forming a big wet patch on the sheets between her thighs. Her loins and belly was shaking uncontrollably as she squirted out. It was the second time in this night that she had cum so intensely. The tremors in her body was not subsiding as she shivered to Salim’s amazement. He couldn’t believe that a humble boy like him was causing this beautiful epitome of a woman so much pleasure.
Preetha, rested lifelessly as Salim nestled between her thighs and relaxed on her body.


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Anonymous 17/05/19(Fri)20:57 No. 29711 ID: 91ee27

>>29708

amazing! i love your way of explain the story, the smell, the odor, the hotness, the armpits!
i hope he lick her armpit more and fuck it too, please!


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Anonymous 17/05/19(Fri)21:14 No. 29712 ID: 95b2c3

Sir please add some more milky things to it...


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Mösi 17/05/22(Mon)17:31 No. 29722 ID: f2be13

Again a fantastic piece of art!!! Thank you so much for sharing!!!


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Anonymous 17/05/23(Tue)22:13 No. 29723 ID: e9c69f

>>29710

Amarsroshta is undoubtedly THE BEST SHOTACON ARTIST in 7chan/ss !!!

His B & W line drawings, the facial expressions reflecting the subtle moods and thoughts of the protagonists, the elaborate and authentic descriptions of sights, sounds, smells, aromas, moans and ecstasies are unparalleled -- it captivates the readers' mind so much that it makes us feel that we are witnessing the acts ourselves !

We feel riveted to Preetha and Salim as they melt into each other in exotic acts of sensual pleasure !

I would love if big strong Preetha carries little Salim like a spent-up baby when they go clean themselves in the washroom. That would demonstrate her tireless energy and total superiority even after strenuous sexual bouts !


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Anonymous 17/05/25(Thu)08:27 No. 29725 ID: 7a3703

sesh naki aro ashbe?


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Amarsroshta 17/05/25(Thu)11:22 No. 29726 ID: b075af

More to come.


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Anonymous 17/05/26(Fri)16:05 No. 29728 ID: 7a3703

Honeymoon in darjeeling ta kobe nagad ber hobe?? r Motherhood-tar baki episode gulor jonno boshe a6i dada


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Anonymous 17/05/26(Fri)23:25 No. 29730 ID: 062883

Wonderful ..... totally addictive, intoxicating and captivating !!


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full pdf vsal 17/05/28(Sun)13:43 No. 29735 ID: fa6ab5

please send me a all appisodes pdf


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Anonymous 17/06/02(Fri)18:39 No. 29753 ID: 848afc

Sir,
If there is something please upload.....


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Ramesh+halder 17/06/03(Sat)08:44 No. 29756 ID: 202066

>>29726
Need to contact with you urgent


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Anonymous 17/06/12(Mon)07:02 No. 29782 ID: 6b0e87

>>29710
Dada ei episode chele ta Preetha r pod chatche serokom dekhale aaro khushi hobo please.


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Rajib Ghosh 17/06/12(Mon)07:04 No. 29783 ID: 6b0e87

>>29710
Amarsrasta Dada ei episode chele ta Preetha r pod chatche serokom dekhale aaro khushi hobo please.


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Amarsroshta 17/06/15(Thu)17:37 No. 29798 ID: 71713a



My Bengali friends or whoever can read bengali, I have a complete 23 page comic book called 'LONG DRIVE'. It is written in Bengali with roman/english script. I am putting up the pdf of this comic for sale. The price of the comic is 500/- INR. I will give you the account details if you are interested to buy the comic, please mail me at vipinsaxena69@yahoo.com. I am attaching a few sample frames/panels from the comic. I have already sold a pdf of this comic to a buyer and he will soon put up the review of this comic. All money collected from the sales of this comic will go to the coloring of my magnum opus 'Honeymoon in Darjeeling' hence please do not pirate the pdf once it is sold to you. I am expecting honesty in my readers. Thanks, Amarsroshta.


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RAMESH HALDER 17/06/15(Thu)17:58 No. 29799 ID: 202066

READERS OF THE 7CHAN I HAVE JUST BUY THAT FOLLOWING COMICS FROM AMARSRASHTA DA... THE BUSINESS TRANSACTION WITH AMARSRASHTA DA IS VERY MUCH GENUINE PLEASE COMMUNICATE WITH HIM WITH YAHOO ACCOUNT OKKK AND THIS COMICS IS MARVELOUS JUST LIKE HOUSE ON FIRE JUST LIKE A RAIN IS FALIING IN A DRY A FIELD LIKE CATS AND DOGS ... PLEASE BUY IT FOR HONEYMOON IN DARJEELING.....OK PLEASE GIVE HIM A HONOUR......


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RAMESH HALDER 17/06/16(Fri)10:14 No. 29807 ID: 202066

HELLO READERS THOSE ARE LOOKING FOR WILD SEX COMICS EXPERIENCE AND SO MANY OTHER FANTASY PLEASE BUY THE LONG DRIVE COMICS YOU GUYS CANT IMAGINE WHAT A WILD AND hardcore comics it is . It seems to beyond imagination you guys should be purchase it and it will be help full for colouring of honeymoon in darjeeling and i can assure you guys that long drive will stop yours breath okk like the guys are looking for wild blowjob fantasy the sex play are really described with images.. i have bought it from amar da.. and i can assure you... to buy it for 500... if you will pay rs 500 you guys will get a wonderfull creation honeymoon in darjeeling....


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RAMESH+HALDER 17/06/16(Fri)10:21 No. 29808 ID: 202066

the artwork of the story is much more realistic one like a real milf or mother is playing with her son like she is dominating the boy by her way.... you guys cant imagine what a fever it is the story, the communication between the woman and her son will take you guys into another world... so i have described about the story if you guys will buy it your soul will be greatfull to amarsrashta da.... ok....


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RAMESH+HALDER 17/06/17(Sat)08:08 No. 29812 ID: 202066

arjun a.s please contact with amarsrashta at this mail vipinsaxena@69yahoo.com


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RAMESH+HALDER 17/06/17(Sat)08:22 No. 29813 ID: 202066

>>29812
please those who are interested to buy the comics please contact eith amarsrashta sir at vipinsaxena69@yahoo.com


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Atanu Mondal 17/06/19(Mon)02:59 No. 29817 ID: 662548

guys I recently bought LONG DRIVE from amar da. It is superb. The story is sexier than Motherhood. I would recommend everyone to buy it from Vipin Saxena or Amar da. contact them at vipinsaxena69@yahoo.com


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Anonymous 17/06/19(Mon)06:15 No. 29819 ID: 987b5d

Hello All Readers.....This Is SJ...
I recently bought LONG DRIVE from Amarsrostha...It's a erotic story with new characters... fully enjoyable...


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Anonymous 17/06/19(Mon)06:25 No. 29820 ID: 987b5d

To buy it contact vipinsaxena69@yahoo.com


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Amarsroshta 17/06/28(Wed)01:00 No. 29845 ID: 4069e0

Straight shota themed mainstream Indian TV show. Some great ideas can be derived from this. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4kJOSpjTnE0


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RAMESH+HALDER 17/06/28(Wed)08:15 No. 29847 ID: 202066

>>29845
awesome really awesome....


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RAMESH+HALDER 17/06/28(Wed)15:11 No. 29848 ID: 202066
29848

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>>29845
this charecters can act like a real shota....


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RAMESH+HALDER 17/06/28(Wed)19:13 No. 29853 ID: 202066

i am very much interested... cant express it in word


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Anonymous 17/06/30(Fri)09:34 No. 29856 ID: 28d2d3

Please post remaining of motherhood


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Long drive Anonymous 17/06/30(Fri)19:19 No. 29862 ID: fc3225

Purchased and an awesome comic which everyone motherhood lovers must see.
So so erotic....


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RAMESH+HALDER 17/07/01(Sat)15:32 No. 29863 ID: 202066

i prefer long drive for those shota comics lover... to buy it and to enjoy it it can be expressed by words if you guys will buy this then it will take you to the world of erotic imagination so buy it today for the world of wild imagination


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Anonymous 17/07/01(Sat)20:31 No. 29864 ID: 7a3703

how can I buy Longdrive pdf from Bangladesh?? guys please help me and when will you post the remaining part of Motherhood?? please sir upload the remaining part asap


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RAMESH HALDER 17/07/01(Sat)21:03 No. 29865 ID: 202066

>>29864
please contact to the following mail id he will guide you
vipinsaxena69@yahoo.com


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Amarsroshta 17/07/02(Sun)12:04 No. 29866 ID: e208a6

I am trying to provide Long Drive in English as well, so that people of other language can buy the comic and contribute to the coloring of Honeymoon in Darjeeling. Bengali buyers of Long Drive please mail me at vipinsaxena69@yahoo.com.


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Amarsroshta 17/07/06(Thu)18:30 No. 29875 ID: bf6567

I replied to all mails, please check.


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LONG DRIVE Anonymous 17/07/07(Fri)10:29 No. 29878 ID: 07fec1

It's an awesome story with detailed drawing. More realistic art than the previous comics. I would recommend to get it those who are interested in shota comics.


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Anonymous 17/07/10(Mon)23:44 No. 29890 ID: d09154

>>27609
>>27609
>>27609


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Anonymous 17/07/13(Thu)21:34 No. 29893 ID: 7a3703

please post more updates...eagerly waiting


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Anonymous 17/07/14(Fri)12:53 No. 29898 ID: c17dbe

You should wait . Mail him again


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Amarsroshta 17/07/14(Fri)20:04 No. 29899 ID: 80cbe8

Boy80 please give me your email address I will contact you.


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Plz upload Reader 17/07/16(Sun)07:43 No. 29900 ID: f52525

Kindly any one upload those new comics by amarsrastha in this site


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RAMESH+HALDER 17/07/16(Sun)15:29 No. 29902 ID: 202066

please buy the comics from amar srashta to contribute for colouring the honeymoon in in darjeeling take it from me if you guies contribute about that comics wright now a very charmfull gift like honeymoon in darjeeling will be given and it will beyond that everything so plzz buy long drive from amarsrashta right now for honeymoon in darjeeling....


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amarsrastha reader 17/07/21(Fri)12:55 No. 29916 ID: ff71d3

please upload the comics for free.. eagerly waiting


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Amarsroshta 17/07/21(Fri)21:40 No. 29917 ID: d39e0c

Furthermore no comics will be for free, I am spending a lot of money and effort to color Honeymoon in Darjeeling, hence nothing except the continuation of Motherhood pictorial novel will be free. Boy 80 I tried to reply to your mail but it is showing failure notice please send mails from a valid mail address i.e gmail or yahoo mail.


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Anonymous 17/07/24(Mon)19:09 No. 29921 ID: a0a424

Sir,
please upload the continuation of Motherhood.......


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Amarsroshta 17/08/03(Thu)13:20 No. 29935 ID: fe87da
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Salim enjoyed the warm embrace of his new mother but he wanted more. It was like an adventure he had embarked upon, exploring the body of a beautiful woman. The Experience was so new and alien to him that he just couldn’t have enough of it. His rock hard penis rubbed against her wet hairy pussy, the texture of moist hairs felt wonderful against the skin of his penis. It was slightly prickly but not to the point of being uncomfortable as her pubes were softened by the juices she just excreted. Salim rubbed his face on the valley of her breasts, enjoying the sweat slick warm skin, inhaling her scent with long whiffs of breath interrupted frequently with soft wet kisses. Preetha enjoyed his love with sighs and rewarded him by caressing his long hair, her fingers trailing through the silky strands.
Salim lifted his face, his big eyes staring at Preetha and muttered. ‘Mommy, can I do it again? Just a little more?’ Preetha didn’t expect a humble request, she thought he was going to push his cock in again without even asking. She was amazed by the amount of respect he was showing her. The very day they met they had crossed all limits, threw away all social taboos and delved into a forbidden union but that didn’t reduce one iota of reverence Salim felt for her. In fact his love and devotion towards her had grown manifolds. Preetha had sudden flashes of a feeling that she acted like a desperate slut with the boy, taking advantage of his situation, but that was certainly not the feeling he had for her.
Looking at his wide brown eyes and trembling lips Preetha felt a sudden rush of love once again for him and cupped his face in her hands looking into his eyes with a warm smile.
‘Yes baby, we can do this as many times as you want and not just tonight, the night tomorrow and every night of our lives. We are together now, aren’t we?’ She said.
‘Yes mommy, we are together, just promise me we will always be together…you won’t leave me ever…’
Salim pleaded, as tears rolled down his eyes. Preetha became speechless, she held him close, her arms encircling his slim body, pressing his face on her, cheeks rubbing hotly with uncontrollable passion, Salims warm tears were smearing on her face as her long powerful legs encircled around his lower back, easing his penis inside her pussy without any help of hands this time. Salim started stroking once again, this time in slow rhythmic motions. Preetha was so wet once again that she could feel her juices spurting out with each stroke and rolling down the crevasse of her ass. The way they were going Preetha thought she would soon have to change the sheets of the bed or they would have to sleep on a totally wet bed when they are finally done. Salim’s hips were bouncing up and down, his cock drilling her like a piston and Preetha moaned loudly, encouraging him. He stroked fast and strong continuously for almost five minutes without pause, and finally slowed down a little. He was getting tired as the position they were, he was hardly getting any support for the thrust, his lower back doing all the work, and surprisingly his back was quite strong for a boy his age, primarily due to the hard life he had led so far. ‘Baby…’ Preetha said breathlessly, her lips brushing against his chin as he grunted with the exertion of his strokes, ‘You don’t have to work yourself so hard, we can do it the way we were doing before.’
‘I can do it mommy…’ Salim said panting, trying to prove himself to her, ‘If I am making you feel good this way I can keep doing it, you can just relax and enjoy.’
Preetha kissed his cheek lovingly and said ‘I am enjoying nevertheless, I am just enjoying your presence inside me. You can roll back on the bed and hold my legs if they are not too heavy for you.’


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Amarsroshta 17/08/03(Thu)13:25 No. 29936 ID: fe87da
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‘I will do anything for you Mommy.’ Salim said with an innocent conviction in his voice, Preetha lifted her legs and he held them firmly, entering her once again in this new position. Preetha gasped with pleasure, every new position was like a completely new experience for them. Salim was a virgin, so even the slightest variation in their union was guiding him to new throes of gratification, he never even knew such pleasures existed. On the other hand so many months of abstinence, frustration and pain had left Preetha numb, with each thrust Salim was injecting new life in her. She traced her hands on her skin, feeling herself, reassuring herself it was all real and not some fervid dream induced by alcohol.
Salim pumped hard, his hips moving like a piston, and his lower belly slapping on her nether regions with loud wet blows. The malnourished muscles of his slender body corded up, sweat glistened on his smooth hairless skin, head thrust back with the dizzying pleasures of sex, he was just relentless. Preetha was surprised how long he was maintaining his erection, it was rock hard inside the fleshy folds of her vagina, he was also surprisingly strong, or the love gave him strength, he was carrying the weight of her massive legs in his arms and thrusting like a machine, determined to make her cum again, which Preetha was almost at the verge of one more time.
Preetha pulled her legs towards herself, rewarding him with a better view of their union as his cock pummeled in and out. Salim watched himself, his cock getting buried deep inside the hairy flesh and coming out again bathed in her juices, glistening and throbbing. He could inhale the smell emanating from there, he started feeling dizzy from the heady aroma and his exertion. Preetha was so inebriated with sex that she was losing control of her senses and bodily function, a thin stream of drool escaped from the corner of her lips and rolled down her face.
Finally Salim collapsed on her breasts, panting and gasping, his hips still moving but he was too exhausted. Preetha held him, welcoming his much needed rest, and regained her senses a bit, as she wiped the drool with the back of her hand. She was too intoxicated even to feel embarrassed, and she realized she would never feel embarrassed in front of Salim. She can let go of her womanly dignity and reserve and enjoy the primordial sensuality of raw unrestrained lovemaking.
‘It’s okay, rest for a while…’ she murmered in Salim’s ears. Salim shook his head, rubbing his nose and lips on Preetha’s chest, his panting had reduced a bit. ‘No Mommy, I want to make you feel good. I want to make you cum again. I want to see you to spray your love juices on me again.’ He said.


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Amarsroshta 17/08/03(Thu)13:50 No. 29937 ID: fe87da
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‘But I just came twice!’ Preetha exclaimed. ‘It doesn’t matter…’ Salim snatched her words. ‘I want you to soil the bed with your cum. I want to sleep in your wetness.’ He said very affirmatively and started thrusting again.
‘Uffff…ohhh fuck!’ Preetha screamed as Salim started thrusting anew. Salim was also moaning hard this time. ‘Aaahhhh…aaahh…ah…ah….’ He moaned and squealed pistoning her pulsing insides. Preetha realized something, a grown up man seldom wants to express himself, hence they remain the strong silent type on bed and expect women to do all the moaning to feed their ego. Salim was not at all like that. He expressed himself freely and wanted his new mother to know how much pleasure she was giving him as well. If not for the thunderstorm and heavy rains their loud moans could have been heard from the adjacent buildings as well. But even nature wanted to give them that acute privacy to enjoy their physical union. Salim was losing his senses as well, this time drool slipped out of his open lips and dripped on her breasts, he was swimming in an ocean of pleasure. Preetha was surprised as well as overjoyed by his response, ‘Oh Shit!’ She exclaimed.
Salim wrapped his arms around her neck and pressed his face on her cheek, breathing heavily, never missing a single stroke. ‘Mommy…I love you mommy…please never leave me please…’ he said breathlessly, his lips brushing against the corner of her mouth, his words paused by frequent kisses. Preetha’s eyes brimmed with tears, tears of love, joy and gratification. She whimpered without words. The pain she had been dealing with and this sudden moment of fulfillment was brewing a storm in her heart which rivaled the one outside. Her response didn’t come in words but with kisses.
She parted her lips and her open mouth invited Salim who responded with equal yearning. What followed was the hungriest lewdest most messy mouthplay Preetha had ever experienced in her life. Their lips and tongues wrestled with each other saliva pouring out copiously drenching each other’s faces. Hot breath, drool and tears mingled with each other, a steamy vapor of love was rising from their faces. Their tongues rolled on each other arduously, paused frequently by lips locking and releasing, pushing gobs of spit in each other’s mouth until it became too much to contain and rolled down their lips and chin, especially Preetha’s because she was below. Her whole lower face and neck started glistening with streams of their mingled saliva, raw scent of spit and drool emanated from her skin. This was the wildest smooch of her life, and for Salim it was something he first experienced and he was gifted with the pinnacle of lovemaking.
They finally relented, Preetha was getting closer and closer, and Salim was finally gearing up to push his new mother off the edge. Preetha’s body was going through the countdown as well…
‘Uffff…harder…harder….ssss…aaaaahhh!’ she moaned. Preetha knew she was going to climax very soon with Salim’s unrelenting thrusts she could feel the throb inside the fleshy walls of her vagina and urethra, but she wanted to give Salim something more. Women climax and men doesn’t even get to know until they discharge their bodily fluids as well which is rarely achieved. Preetha had made up her mind that she will let Salim know of her feelings, her body will express for her; it will shower her love all over him.
‘Mommy…am I doing it right? Can I make you cum again?’ Salim asked eagerly, strings of their mingled saliva bobbing down his chin. His earnestness made Preetha surrender herself completely and teach him the secrets of her body. Secrets she never shared with anyone, not even Ayan her ex husband.
‘Yes baby, you will make me cum again, you will make me cream and turn on the fountain inside my love pot.’ Preetha said breathlessly.


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RAMESH+HALDER 17/08/03(Thu)13:55 No. 29938 ID: c62668

really marvelous


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Amarsroshta 17/08/03(Thu)13:56 No. 29939 ID: fe87da
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She propped herself up on one elbow and pointed at her clitoris, careful not to touch it herself. She wanted Salim to touch the glans and throw her off the edge.
‘You see this little thing baby?’ Preetha asked eyes squinting with the rushing pleasure which overcame her as Salim continued his thrusting. Salim nodded fervidly, ‘What’s that Mommy? It’s so beautiful…it’s like a pink pearl!’
Indeed her clitoris had swollen up much larger than its natural state hidden in the folds of her labia, it was glistening brightly and proudly, promising Preetha her final emission.
‘This is Mommy’s love button, use your fingers, rub it, love it and release Mommy’s love juices.’ Preetha whimpered, her voice almost choking with the anticipation.
Salim squeezed the fleshy folds of her labia, rubbing them against her clit, sending electric jolts through her body as she quaked. He kept on thrusting as he rubbed her clitoris, his body was in perfect harmony of motion, never missing a beat as he multitasked on his mothers vagina.
Preetha felt her Clit throb as blood rushed into the stimulated glans, Salim’s fingers rubbed the glistening button, Salim’s touch was delicate yet firm and his strokes regular and veracious. Preetha’s pleasure was accentuated yet delayed, growing and growing to the point of no return and then suddenly to her shock and surprise, Salim took her clit between his fingers and pinched the engorged organ, gently first, careful not to hurt his mother.
Preetha gasped and screamed ‘Aaaaaahhh ah haa…baby baby…yesss….harder!’ She pleaded as Salim increased the pressure. The meaty walls of the vaginal tunnel went through violent spasms as her body convulsed from head to toe. Her urethra released her girl cum in quarts, but Salim had not taken his penis out of her vagina, and it squirted all over her belly and breasts, splashing on her skin in frantic sprays as he went on pumping, drilling out her juices. Preetha thrashed, her body was unable to endure the ravaging pleasure that invaded her flesh like a tsunami. ‘AAAhhhhh…pull out….pull out….I can’t take it anymore…please!’ She cried.
Salim was absolutely astounded witnessing his new mother’s orgasm. This one was so much more intense than the one before, as if her body wrung out every drop of pleasure which was building up for the past fifteen odd minutes. This was almost miraculous, the way a boy in his pubescence devastated a woman double his age and size. He looked at Preetha, his face beaming with pride as he saw her flesh temble, eyes half closed with the intensity of the passing climax, panting and sighing and licking her lips, biting the lower lip occasionally, her skin glistening with the cooling sweat and her semi transparent vaginal discharge splattered all over her lower belly to the valley of her humongous breasts, rolling down in tiny rivulets on the soaked bed sheet.


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Amarsroshta 17/08/03(Thu)13:58 No. 29940 ID: fe87da
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Salim pulled out his hard throbbing cock with a slushy pop from her dripping pussy as she moaned again. He was conserving his cum, he wanted to go again. The way Preetha was now, a glow of satisfaction emanating from her body, Salim would not be able to control his own orgasm just by the look of her hence he decided to pause for a while.
Salim rested on her trembling softness and slid up her cum slick slippery belly, his arms wrapping around her, he wanted to cuddle for a while. Preetha welcomed him by wrapping her arms around his slight form. Salim put his arms around Preetha’s neck his face nuzzling at the nape, listening to her heavy breathing and sighs quietly, enjoying the sounds of her satisfaction, his body oscillating with the rhythm of her breathing. After her ecstasy subsided they rolled over facing each other.
For a few lingering moments they just looked into each other’s eyes, Salim traced his fingers on her beautiful face, touching her glowing cheeks, neck, tapping her chin lightly, feeling the softness of her lips and the warmth of her breath brushing on his index. ‘Did I make you feel good Mommy?’ He finally uttered, his voice a whisper. Preetha looked at him with a lingering gaze and smiled, there was no word needed, her expression said it all. ‘I love your smile Mommy…’ Salim said, ‘Especially when you smile with your lips pursed, and the way the mole at the corner of your lip twitches.’
Preetha held his small hand and rewarded his compliment with the same smile. ‘Mmmm…and what else do you like in me?’ she asked playfully, putting her left arm below Salim’s head, cradling it and her hand caressing his head. Their faces were so close that their lips brushed against each other as they spoke, breath mingling. ‘I love your voice Mommy…’ Salim murmered ‘I love the sweet sounds you make while we love each other, I love the heat and smell of your breath, I love the taste of your mouth, I love the sweat on your skin, I love your hair…’
‘Go on, tell me more…don’t stop…’ Preetha closed her eyes and urged him to say more, she was feeling mesmerized, no one had ever told her things this pubescent boy was telling her, he sincerely loved the very essence of her being and complimented her like a Goddess. It’s not that Preetha was alien to compliments, they are showered at her almost everywhere and especially from men, but unlike uthers Salim’s voice rang true, there was no contrivance or flattery, he spoke with the innocence of a child. Salim continued, complementing each nook and cranny of her body like a bard singing a ballad about a goddess, his words were simple yet strung the very cords of her heart. Preetha responded with occasional sighs, soft brush of her lips on his face, sometimes a flick of tongue on his moving lips. The afterglow of their sex was equally intense as their lovemaking.
‘But what I would love most…’ Salom ended mischievously, ‘…Is to go inside Mommy again.’ He shifted and tried to get up as Preetha held on to him.
‘Noooo…a little more baby; let us cuddle for a while…’ She said in a indulgent nagging tone. ‘We have all the time in life, I just want to enjoy this warmth a little more.’


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Ramesh+Halder 17/08/03(Thu)20:14 No. 29941 ID: c62668

>>29940
Really awesome


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boy80 17/08/04(Fri)11:30 No. 29943 ID: 0a3c5f

Stupend the continuation of motherhood story sir mr amar srashta please continue to publish the continuation of the story


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Anonymous 17/08/07(Mon)22:09 No. 29951 ID: 7c8ff6

This is UNDOUBTEDLY THE BEST THREAD in 7chan/ss. Simply marvellous, real-life art as well as a tantalising story-line !

Only one request to Mr. Amarsrashta Sir. Please introduce some hot variation in the smouldering sex life of Preetha and Salim ! For example, a doggy sex where Preetha easily supports the light and petite Salim on her broad powerful back ! Another hot variation would be for Preetha to take the active role of carrying the petite Salim around the room, front-lifting him in her thick strong arms, while puny Salim clings to her body by wrapping his legs around her waist and he continues to thrust into her from this hanging position ! Their faces are at the same level so that they can kiss and lick and play with their tongues at will. Considering Preetha's solid build and strength, she can easily accomplish both of these, I'm sure !


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Why coloring? Reader 17/08/08(Tue)08:57 No. 29952 ID: 8974ff

I dont know why you want to color the pictures!! they are wonderful in black and white outline.. There should be a room for imagination for reader what i feel.... PLease upload your other comics


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Anonymous 17/08/08(Tue)14:33 No. 29953 ID: f6f5cf

>>29952

I fully agree with "Reader" ! The B & W line drawings are superb, simply wonderful, of their own ! They do not need coloring, actually ! In fact, I would never mind if Amarsrashta Sir does them in black and white ! B & W pictures, like old-day classics, have a unique charm of their own !!


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Ramesh+Halder 17/08/09(Wed)09:03 No. 29955 ID: a8a51e

Let mr amarsrashta have to decide what the comics will look like either b&w or coloured becasuse he is the first bengali who has the guts to make a bengali shota comics like this.. So the decission should be taken by him only ....


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Amarsroshta 17/08/09(Wed)11:40 No. 29957 ID: 7384f5

Guys, unlike other shota comics or stories I am giving this story time to breathe and expand. The fetishes you have mentioned will appear of course, mostly in Honeymoon in Darjeeling. This is the story of first night and I am taking a wholly realistic approach to the story. Nothing should seem and feel abrupt and illogical. More than sex, it is a love story and I want to explore the mind and bodies of Preetha and Salim and their bonding through due course of time. The colored pages of Honeymoon in Darjeeling are coming out top notch and will push this content to next level, also I want the readers to pay for the high quality art and colors I am providing. I am not charging anything exuberant, people pay 300/- for a movie ticket, then why hesitate on paying for something that you have never seen before and probably will never see in future as well, because the quality of story and art I am providing you won't find in any Savita Bhabhi comic which are usually hastily drawn with bad and cheap stories, and did I mention they never have done or will do any shota stories? If you want this saga to continue I would request you to contribute to the growth of it. I can guarantee you have never seen or will see anything like this ever in your life.


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Ramesh+Halder 17/08/09(Wed)17:57 No. 29958 ID: a8a51e

>>29957
Superbb....


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boy80 17/08/10(Thu)15:56 No. 29959 ID: 0a3c5f

Mr amar srahstha i'm boy80 your shota indian fans can you give me the data to buy the story "long drive" and "honeymoon in Darjeeling" please?
Send my mail address so you can contact me:
enzoclub2008@alice.it
lucaclub80@libero.it


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Amarsroshta 17/08/12(Sat)10:49 No. 29961 ID: 7384f5

@Boy80, none of your email addresses are working, please send a valid email address, or there will be no response from me any further. Please don't try to play any pranks.


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Need different characters Bittboyz 17/08/12(Sat)12:38 No. 29962 ID: d7cb73

Instead of Coloring, please create different stories with different characters. These drugs are awesome.

By the way, whom you taken as model for preetha, she looks awesome..


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Anonymous 17/08/12(Sat)14:43 No. 30001 ID: f1537c

>>29957

Thank you ! Thank you !! Thank you !!!

I bow to your creative genius !!!


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Anonymous 17/08/12(Sat)14:46 No. 30002 ID: f1537c

>>29962

Ohh ... that would be awesome !!!


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Ramesh+Halder 17/08/13(Sun)22:38 No. 30003 ID: a8a51e

>>29961
The best way to give him honour is to buy his comics not to instruct him what to do with the comics i think as a author he has deepest ocean of imagination than us .... Not to rush hum but just to do what he asked for


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are they real? Anonymous 17/08/14(Mon)11:02 No. 30004 ID: c05277

wow!!! @Amarsrashta, do u get inspired by real events? The amount of detailing almost suggests that that you have some inspiration. It is rare to find such things in bengali culture. Is there anybody with real life experience who inspires you?
If you dont mind my asking, are you the one behind the inspiration?
I would really love to see real stories being told with real characters. Does Preetha and salim exist in real life? It is giving me chills to even think that two such people are actually living in Kolkata.


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Amarsroshta 17/08/14(Mon)11:30 No. 30005 ID: 7384f5

Fantasy is best when it is told the most realistic way possible, and realism is my mantra. Every single turn of incident, feelings, emotions I have tried to depict as real as possible, but unfortunately I did not have any such experience in my life, but who knows maybe, just maybe there's a similar couple somewhere in Kolkata. Its a vast city with millions of people and we know Bengali women are sexiest both in looks and nature in India.


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Ramesh+Halder 17/08/14(Mon)11:44 No. 30006 ID: a8a51e

>>30005
Yes right you are


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Anonymous 17/08/14(Mon)14:31 No. 30007 ID: 0b796a

Bengali women are the most beautiful and sexy. I find them most attractive. Most of them are curvy , right proportionate. Flesh in right places. Their thighs are really well built. Does anyone of you have this so called thigh fetish? They really turns me on. What's your view


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Ramesh+Halder 17/08/14(Mon)22:48 No. 30008 ID: a8a51e

>>30007
Actually not in kolkata there is somewhere in villages so many reall life shota con happens...


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Anonymous 17/08/15(Tue)05:00 No. 30010 ID: 1481b0

Is there any cases of adult breastfeeding. Do you know any


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Ramesh+Halder 17/08/15(Tue)11:30 No. 30011 ID: a8a51e

>>30010
Happy independence day to all readers


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Anonymous 17/08/15(Tue)16:24 No. 30012 ID: a8eca6

>>30008
how can you be so sure... do u know anybody... i would so love to meet someone


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Anonymous 17/08/16(Wed)10:22 No. 30014 ID: 4d944c

>>30003

Brother Ramesh, I reciprocate your Independence Day wish ! I do appreciate your views (linked), but what the readers and admirers of this story post in the forum are merely suggestions; it is never the readers' intention to advice (or, instruct !) a great creator like Amarsroshta ! Let the readers post their suggestions; it is upto the extraordinary creator Amarsroshta to weave the ideas at the proper places, in the way and manner he decides ! I, personally, would expect some form of realistic domination from Preetha over little Salim which is very natural to evolve over time on account of Preetha's vast physical superiority and her ample maturity over the petite and inexperienced Salim. Sometimes, desire for such forceful control may evolve in Preetha if, due to some reason, Salim tries to disregard her or displease her or disagrees to carry out her wishes at any time in future :) However, this is only my personal feeling. Let great Amarsroshta decide the turn of events as he feels fit :) I really feel hooked to the saga of Preetha and Salim ! Great writing !!


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Anonymous 17/08/16(Wed)12:16 No. 30015 ID: cd774f

>>30007

Yes .... thick muscular thighs and calves look wonderful on any woman / girl. It imparts an additional lusciousness to their physical charm. It is wonderful to see that both the ladies in Amarsroshta comics (Sutapa in "Aro Govire Jao" and Preetha in "Motherhood") are blessed with such thunderous thighs and calves !


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Amarsroshta 17/08/16(Wed)14:33 No. 30016 ID: b3fbe6



Happy Independence day (Belated), to celebrate the freedom and shackle free life of Preetha and Salim I offer you a sneak peek of Honeymoon in Darjeeling part 1. First part will be 21 pages and priced at 600/- INR. I will release part one as soon as Motherhood is completed. I know I have been talking about Honeymoon in Darjeeling for a long time without any actual samples to show my readers, but here are a few. These pages are not lettered and in low resolution, the final book will be high resolution and with lettering (which goes without saying). So buck up guys, Amarsroshta always keeps his word. Some people have been complaining about coloring but looking at the quality I believe they will be rest assured the content will be worth the wait and money. Honeymoon in Darjeeling will be my magnum opus this much I can vouch for. So help me, support me and buy the comic when it is released. Please don't ask for freebies and I will trust my readers not to pirate the comic once they buy and post pages in the forum. The moment I see someone doing it I will leave the forum for good keeping all content unfinished. I hope I will get your unanimous support on this.


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great work bittboyz 17/08/16(Wed)20:16 No. 30017 ID: cd5300

great work dude we will support u 4 sure


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Anonymous 17/08/16(Wed)21:24 No. 30018 ID: cd774f

>>30016

Oh my God ! Oh my God ! What a great art ! What magnificent colouring ! The images seem to be clipped out of a printed magazine !! If these are the low resolution images, then I wonder what would be the quality of final high resolution images !!! They would be at par with the finest 3-D comics on the Net !

Let all of us render unanimous support to this great creator :) And, let us take a pledge not to pirate this great work ! Otherwise, Amarsroshta Sir would be very angry (as he has stated) and leave us forever ! And, that would be a GREAT loss to all of us ! Please do excuse me if I seem to speak too high-handedly, unconsciously :) Warm regards to all !!!


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Anonymous 17/08/17(Thu)07:53 No. 30020 ID: c0c754

Amarsroshta Sir, the preview pictures of "Honeymoon in Darjeeling" has sent goosebumps all over my body ! What magnificent picturisation ! My God, Preetha is now in her full form -- totally dominating her sexual relationship with cute and little Salim ! What vigour ! While deeply savouring the pictures, may I ask you three quick questions, Sir, with your kind permission ! (a) Has Preetha trimmed her armpit and pubic hair a bit before travelling to Darjeeling ? Just my lame curiosity; it seems the copse of pubic hair at her armpits and pubes are a bit less now ! I may be wrong, though ! (b) Preetha's apartment in Kolkata is spacious and the walls are thick. But, I have heard that the walls of the hotels in Darjeeling are usually made of wood and are thin. So, judging by the intensity of their union, isn't there danger that the sounds and whimpers of their sex be audible to other tourists ! Or, are they travelling off-season when there is not much of a tourist rush ? (c) Will Preetha take Salim for erotic romps in the woods and lakes in and around Darjeeling during their stay ?

Well, my curiosities may be dumb, but if you can get some free time, Sir, I would be happy to get your valued opinion.

My salutations again for the GREAT art and colouring !! We can wait any number of months for this great creation ! You truly said it is your magnum opus ! I do hope it would be a magnificent success amongst your admirers and readers ! Let there be many, many more such magnum opuses after this one !


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Amarsroshta 17/08/17(Thu)10:14 No. 30021 ID: 2e3897

Hi Anonymous, to answer your questions - a) Yes the hair is slightly shorter, the reason behind that will be explained in part 3 of Honeymoon in Darjeeling. b) I know there's danger of being heard, but I believe at this point they are beyond caring, and will switch hotels every day to avoid prying questions. c) Yes what you want to see i.e outdoor sex will be there in part 2 of Honeymoon in Darjeeling.


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RAMESH+HALDER 17/08/17(Thu)12:56 No. 30022 ID: a8a51e

>>30021
i will buy the comics at any cost this sequel is beyond our breath i mean no words to say ... uffffffffff ok so just released it i am waiting....


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Ramesh+Halder 17/08/17(Thu)21:44 No. 30023 ID: a8a51e

>>30021
>>30021
In the sample page 1 in the hotel room the curious looks of preetha makes us more excited.... To see further phenomenon.. Splendid that is solid and a first time colouring art work the i think HID is the best of all


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Anonymous 17/08/18(Fri)08:22 No. 30026 ID: 8d3670

Hello Amarsrostha Sir,
I am thankful to you….for create Bengali comic like this. I am waiting to grab the spiceeeeeee Bengali dish like this ever made. Sir if you don’t mind there is a little suggestion…….as per story of motherhood ,the body color of Salim is darker then Pritha. Salim was A worker in tea stall & Pritha Applies Expensive Beauty cream for breast massage, Many kind of makeup etc… for that resin I said that. Otherwise the comic is breathtaking …Please release as soon as possible .
Regards
SJ


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Anonymous 17/08/18(Fri)09:19 No. 30027 ID: f1537c

Oh yes .... as SJ (Anonymous) rightly said, this story is indeed very hot and spicy ;)

One more thing we observe in the Sample Page 1 is that there are two small squares within the last picture -- one contains a picture of Preetha and the other contains a picture of the hotel manager. Sir, what is the meaning of these ?


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Anonymous 17/08/18(Fri)11:41 No. 30028 ID: f1537c

>>30027

On second thought, I suddenly realized the reason of the two pictures may be a secret which the readers should know only when they read the published comics. In that case, let it be a secret, Sir !


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boy80 17/08/18(Fri)12:43 No. 30029 ID: 31794e

Mr. Amarshrastha I send you the new mail address as suggested by you to contact me and provide me the data to buy his long drive stories and Honeymoon in Darjeeling let me know hello
mail: antoniocutrone79@gmail.com
A question just how can I get previews of Honeymoon in Darjeeling? I would like to see more fetish than precocious armpits if possible


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RAMESH+HALDER 17/08/18(Fri)17:46 No. 30031 ID: a8a51e

>>30026
the colour combination has provided by amarsrashta sir is perfect like a real life incident the colour combination is excellent


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Anonymous 17/08/18(Fri)22:31 No. 30032 ID: db0ce6

>>30021

Thank you so very much, Sir, for your kind explanation towards my inquisitiveness !


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Amarsroshta 17/08/19(Sat)12:35 No. 30033 ID: cfed8d

Dear anonymous I had already mentioned that Salim was actually a very fair boy in Motherhood itself, in fact fairer than Preetha. It was his hard life that darkened his skin. Honeymoon in Darjeeling takes place after almost 6-8 months after Motherhood, hence during that time living a sheltered life Salim's complexion returned to its original fair state.


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Ramesh+Halder 17/08/19(Sat)22:32 No. 30034 ID: a8a51e

Here is one question does salim was totally adapted by preetha....or he was leaving at the tea stall...just as in the motherhood...


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Amarsroshta 17/08/20(Sun)00:53 No. 30037 ID: cfed8d

To be revealed in Honeymoon in Darjeeling.


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Anonymous 17/08/20(Sun)21:31 No. 30039 ID: 1ba26f

Have all of you noticed one thing --- that, of late, this thread has become one of the most "active" threads of "7chan/ss/" ! This is entirely due to the stupendous art and story of Shri Amarsroshta, isn't it !


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Amarsroshta 17/08/22(Tue)12:05 No. 30041 ID: cfed8d
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Preetha rolled him up in her arms, Salim rested peacefully swaddled by her warm, meaty embrace. His dizzy head was becoming drowsy as sweet slumber came over, he dozed off for a while, a beatific smile lingering on his lips. He felt so adorable to Preetha, his thin face nuzzled between the fleshy mounds of her breasts, his slim cool arms encircling her girth as much as they could, and his softening cock nestled in the thick wet bush of her pubes, the tip touching her still raw clitoris. They lay like that for unknown time, Preetha felt like sleeping as well, but myriad thoughts swam in her head. She didn’t know where this relation is leading her to, neither did she care. It was too sweet, too intense to even consider any alternative. This boy belonged to her now and she will do anything to keep him. Preetha had now decided to join work once again, she will call her H.R manager first thing tomorrow and join as soon as possible. She needed her influential friends and colleagues backing her up in this adoption process. Things won’t be easy but she will do what she can to make this relation permanent, and then maybe, just maybe in a year or so she will ask Salim to give her a baby. Salim fulfilled her need as a mother and a woman but she wanted one of her own flesh and blood, gifted to her by her most loved one, and that was Salim for all she knew. In due course of time she wanted him to impregnate her, and their union would give birth to a lovely daughter. Yes, she wanted a daughter; Salim has fulfilled her need of a lover and a son, now she wanted a daughter, which was snatched away by the Mullicks.
Preetha lifted herself up, Salim still safely cuddled in her arms, as she put him on her lap, his back and head cradled in her left arm while with the other hand she caressed his slim legs. There were still some welts left from the beating he got in the afternoon Preetha touched them softly, promising herself that she will never let any harm or abuse touch the boy ever. Salim’s reverie was broken, he nuzzled his face in the nook of his mother’s neck murmering ‘it feels so good to sleep like this mommy, you make me feel so safe.’ ‘Are these still hurting?’ Preetha asked him looking into his half closed eyes and touching the welts delicately. ‘Just a little Mommy, but as you touch them the pain just goes away.’ Salim said. ‘I was really scared when you slapped the watchman and the way he just spun and fell on the ground. You were so angry, so strong! But now as I think of it, it looked so funny, just one slap and he couldn’t even stand on his feet, and how could he? You are so much more bigger than him; he stood no chance!’ Preetha chuckled inwardly, remembering the incident; she had really lost her temper. All her pent up sorrows, anger and frustration came out in that slap. ‘You know, I really felt like snapping his neck, that bastard. And honestly, I could have just grabbed his head and twisted it backwards until it broke. I was an athlete you know. I am not like those delicate girls; I have a lot of strength in these arms.’ Preetha said as she reclined back on the heap of pillows, Salim still on her lap, holding on to her like a cub.
‘Yes Mommy, you are so strong, and yet you are so gentle with me.’ He said his lips brushing on the warm skin of her breasts. ‘I will always keep you safe baby. Nothing in this world can keep us apart.’ Preetha said with a reassuring smile. ‘I hope this night just doesn’t end. I just want to be here with you like this till the end of time.’ Salim squeaked, showering her breasts with soft kisses. ‘All our nights from now on will be like this baby, you worry not.’ Preetha murmured in his ears, salim shivered at the caress of her warm breath in his ear.
Salim was feeling a little shy, being with her like this, not a single stitch on their bodies, the experience of being completely naked yet relaxed was so new to him. Preetha gathered him in her arms and asked ‘What happened? What are you thinking?’ Salim smiled shyly with his eyes downcast thumbing a mole in the inside of Preetha’s thigh; he didn’t reply. ‘You love my moles don’t you?’ Preetha asked bemused, ‘Okay I will let you count them one day. Even I don’t know how many moles I have on my body; but now you must tell me what you are thinking.’ She insisted.
‘Nothing Mommy, it’s just that everything about you is so beautiful, and I want to go inside that beauty again. It feels so good Mommy! He looked at her in her eyes and admitted.
‘Hmmm…’ Preetha smiled impishly ‘I know it feels good, especially since it is your first time and that too with a woman like me. But you know there will be rules, first rule, you cannot cum inside me. Whatever happens the white stuff should never be released inside me. I will buy condoms tomorrow, but for today you must control yourself.’ She said.
‘What’s a condom mommy?’ Salim asked innocently to which Preetha laughed and said ‘ Hahaha…you will see…but for now just remember. Come, put your joystick inside Mommy’s lovepot and lets churn out some more love juices.’


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Amarsroshta 17/08/22(Tue)12:12 No. 30042 ID: cfed8d
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An overjoyed Salim reached up and planted a messy, slurpy kiss on Preetha’s cheek as she laughed heartily. ‘I am sorry Mommy, I messed up your face.’ Salim said as a thin string of saliva bobbed between his lip and the wet dripping patch on Preetha’s cheek. ‘It’s okay, we can mess each other up as much as we want. This is how we express our love baby.’ She said ‘Now get off Mommy’s lap. I know you are tired and we will do it a bit differently this time.’ Salim’s cock was hard and rubbing Preetha’s soft belly, Preetha imagined the amount of cum stored inside his ballsack. Salim rolled back obediently and with his knees spread on the bed he proudly displayed his erection; his cock was twitching, throbbing, the veins popping out with the anticipation of the union. Preetha thought of getting on top of the boy and doing it, but then thought again, considering her size and strength and the way she was losing control tonight she could injure the frail boy. She will try the woman on top position once they are more eased in in their relation, for now she wanted to try a tricky yet a much safer position which will be much more relaxing for them both.
Preetha eased Salim back on the pillows, positioning him between her legs. Salim marveled at the sheer size of her legs, being so tall her legs were almost the same length of Salim’s whole body, and each of her thighs was bigger in girth than his entire torso. ‘God, he is so small and yet he is giving me so much pleasure!’ Preetha wondered. They brought each other’s hips as close as possible, pressing into each other as Preetha held his erect cock and guided it into her pussy. She grimaced at the rawness of her pussy and hissed a little. Salim moaned softly as his penis entered the squelchy warmth once again, her meaty insides wrapping his organ wetly. She pushed on until it was completely buried to the hilt and lay back relaxing. She reached out her hand which Salim grabbed, locking their bodies together firmly. ‘I will start now baby, just lay still and hold on to me. Let me do the work, it’s gonna feel good I promise.’ She said. Preetha started rolling her huge globular ass, the muscles of her lower back and glutes doing all the work as his penis slid in and out of her vagina which had started leaking already. ‘Aaaahhh…’ she moaned. No matter how many times she was doing this tonight, it felt equally pleasurable.


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Amarsroshta 17/08/22(Tue)12:21 No. 30043 ID: cfed8d
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In a relaxed manner Preetha continued this position, their bodies were in perfect harmony. Salim gazed with wonder as he could clearly see his mother hairy pussy eating up his ram rod hard penis and releasing it again, coating it copiously with her girl sauce. Since he was not in an active position Salim gave himself up completely to the beautiful sensory stimulation. He settled in a half awake dream like state enjoying the precious feeling his new mother gifted him, listening to her soft moans and the creaking of the bed under her weight. Salim was floating in an almost drug induced ennui, he was looking at the ceiling, eyes half closed, shallow breaths escaping his open mouth, his hands trailed on the smooth skin of Preetha’s massive fleshy thighs, caressing them with as much love he could muster.
‘Are you liking it baby?’ Preetha asked between gasps. ‘Yes mommy, I feel so good….so relaxed, but it feels better when I can see your face mommy. I love to see your face when we make love Mommy.’
Preetha understood this was the much needed final stimulant for the boy to reach the epitome. He wanted to see her face, her expressions as she enjoyed the act, more than the penile pleasure it was more important for him to see her satisfaction, and that was the sign of true love.
‘Prop yourself up on the pillows.’ She instructed. ‘You can see me, and now I will do it a little faster. Just tell me when you are about to cum oaky?’ She said. Salim obediently propped himself up on the pillows, now sitting reclined he had a clear vision of Preetha, she was looking so beautiful! Salim noticed that his crotch was glistening with her fluids. ‘Yes Mommy yes…this is so much better!’ He yelped and Preetha increased the pace of her strokes ‘AAAH…ah…ah…yes baby cum for Mommy…cum for Mommy please!’ she encouraged him, she threw up her arms giving him a clear view of her hairy pits, she has now known the right strings to pull.
This was the final straw, Salim felt a tight knot in the insides of his lower belly as he saw the dark fuzz on her armpits, promising the smell he has grown addicted to, and her face…her divine face, mouth open, eyes half closed, her long midnight tresses coiled all over the bed; the sound of her incessant moans, the tremble of her hefty thighs, the bounce of her massive milk heavy breasts and the wet tightness of her pussy, wringing his adolescent organ to the point of explosion. Yes, this was the final blow.
Preetha due to her age long experience immediately detected the tautness in his glans before final release, she knew he was not going to pull out himself as he was too overcome with pleasure; he was not experienced enough and would spill the seed in her urethra unknowingly. Preetha couldn’t allow that and grabbed his cock with her hand, Salim yelped with pain from her firm grip as she forcefully pulled out his throbbing slimy organ. ‘No, I told you not to cum inside me!’ she snapped, feeling a little angry as well. ‘Aaaaahhh…Mommy…’ Salim almost screamed as she tugged his cock and pulled him up on her, dragging him by his cock. ‘Not inside my belly, you can cum on my belly…’ Preetha said curtly. She felt a little remorse for being so harsh with the boy, but he needed to know his boundaries. Preetha could have taken a pill next day, but she didn’t want to abuse her body for the sake of his fulfillment. She had done it multiple times with Ayan in their marital life and it took a toll on her period cycles, she wanted to remain healthy, and in this new relation she was going to call the shots. Salim needed to know his position, and it was certainly beneath her. From now on she will never allow a male to take lead in her sex life, and Salim was most unlikely to do that, but still she needed to keep him in check. There will be rules to follow and he must abide by them.


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Amarsroshta 17/08/22(Tue)12:27 No. 30044 ID: cfed8d
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Perched on his mother’s soft fleshy belly, Salim looked at her displeased face apologetically and said ‘I am sorry Mommy, I didn’t know what to do…it felt too good to pull out.’ Preetha’s momentary ire cooled down immediately with this helpless admission. ‘It’s okay…’ she said; ‘You will learn, now use your hands and cum on my belly, release yourself.’
‘But how will I do it Mommy? I have never done this.’ Salim said helplessly. Preetha realized, fighting for survival this boy never had a chance to any sort of pleasure, when you are uncertain of the next morsel of food you will ever have it is not possible for one to explore their own bodies, other human urges are subdued by the primal needs of mankind. When your stomach is empty you don’t feel any other desires.
‘You remember how I did it? How I held your pee pee and stroked up and down gently? Just do it like that.’ Preetha instructed pointing at his glistening cock ‘There’s plenty of my love honey on your pee pee, use it as lubricant, start now or it will dry up.’ She said.
Salim obediently started stroking his cock, his hand movements jerky and inexperienced, his grip unsure as he didn’t know exactly how much pressure was needed to exact maximum pleasure. ‘He will learn.’ Preetha told herself and to encourage him caressed his thigh with which he straddled on her, threw up her arm again to expose her fur and made exotic faces ‘Yes baby cum on Mommy…I want to feel your hot cum on my skin…aaaahhh…’ She fake moaned as she knew looking at her he won’t be able to hold back much longer.
Salim kept on jerking off awkwardly until he gave up…even being highly excited by this position where he was straddling on the softness this huge beautiful woman, witnessing her ecstasy, he couldn’t feel that surge inside his urethra. ‘Mommy…Mommy…’ he cried out in desperation ‘I…it’s not coming out!’ He exclaimed. Preetha looked at him quizzically ‘What happened? Just do it the way I did to you…its simple.’ She said.
‘Mom, it’s not feeling good like the way you did it, my hands are too rough and my pee pee is hurting.’ Salim said weakly, his body screaming for release.
Preetha realized he was telling the truth, his hard life on the street had made his hands coarse and rough. Though he was a boy his hands had been rendered calloused and hard like a construction worker from living in the streets. A rush of sympathy and love swept over Preetha as she smiled at him affectionately. Salim took this liberty to hold her wrist and guiding her hand to his cock. He whimpered with pleasure as his foreskin touched the silky smoothness of her palm. Preetha delayed her grip a little, teasing him a bit as he rubbed his penis on her palm, her hand was so soft that it didn’t even need lubrication, although Salim was leaking pre-cum aplenty.
‘Mommy….please…please hold it like you did before.’ He pleaded squealing and preetha encircled his throbbing penis with her long delicate fingers. His cock now firmly enwrapped in her hand Preetha started stroking. Salim moaned with pleasure ‘Oh my God Mommy it feels so good…you hand is so soft and warm, and the way you are doing it…its perfect….ah…ah…’
Preetha had now milked the boy three times so far and she knew exactly the pace and pressure required to throw him off the edge. She stared at him, making eye contact, he looked so cute shivering as she worked on his rock hard penis, the way he was looking at her with half squinted eyes, closing them often with the overwhelming ecstasy, the shaft felt smooth and sticky in her hand. His hand was still holding her wrist afraid that she will let go. Finally his thighs started shaking uncontrollably, squeezing her waist, Preetha felt his glans stiffening and finally released in quick rapid convulsions. Salim Came.
His semen came out in thick hot spurts, splashing first on the lower half of her face, startling her with the force and then on her neck and breasts, splattering them with semi white sperm and clear juices, and then on her belly. He had come in quarts, screaming all the way. Preetha couldn’t believe the amount of semen he released. He covered most of her upper body with his slime. ‘God…so much cum!’ Preetha exasperated. Salim had finally released the pent up love that was growing and growing inside him for the past three hours as they enjoyed each other’s body almost relentlessly.
His chest bellowing with exertion, a thin sheen of perspiration glistening all over his smooth body Salim collapsed back on his mother’s legs as Preetha held on to his hands firmly. She was not going to let him touch himself, not immediately after she released him. One hand wrapped around his wrists, she used her right hand to milk out the last droplets of his boy juices which rolled down inside her crotch. Her face was smeared with Salim’s cum and Preetha licked her lips, tasting his semen. It had a raw pungent taste unlike the saltiness of an adult’s semen. She liked it and gulped down a little as Salim reclined shivering and panting on her huge fleshy thighs.


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Amarsroshta 17/08/22(Tue)12:33 No. 30045 ID: cfed8d
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With the aftershock of ecstasy subsiding Salim finally pulled himself up and looked at Preetha who was still relaxing as he sat on her, her whole upper body and face splattered with his cum, which was now losing its thickness and rolling down her skin all over. ‘Oh my God Mommy…there’s so much!’ Salim exclaimed, he held his cock and looked at it, ‘I never knew so much can come out of it…this white stuff!’
Preetha laughed indulgently ‘Ha ha ha…it’s because you have been storing it up for so long. The longer you delay the more it piles up in those balls of yours. I don’t know how you could hold back for so long, will you tell me?’
‘It’s nothing mom…’ Salim grinned shyly, lowering his gaze from his mother’s wet face ‘I just wanted to prolong your pleasure, you were feeling so good. I knew if I released I won’t be able to continue and all I wanted was to see you release more of that honey from your love pot. You look so lovely when you do that, and I love the smell that comes out when you spill over.’
‘I love your smell too baby…see how I am smelling all over….your cum has a strong scent.’ Preetha said lovingly. ‘Now since you have made all this mess on Mommy who will clean it up?’ Preetha spoke with mock authoritativeness. Salim’s face lit up, ‘I will clean you Mommy, I need some cloth…there’s too much of it.’ He quipped. Preetha pointed at her open wardrobe there were a few pieces of clean towels. Salim quickly picked one of them up and gently, very gently dabbed it on her skin, wiping the liquefying semen off her body. Preetha felt absolutely serene, enjoying Salim pampering her. She knew with the excuse of cleaning he was also feeling her up, his hands working on her soft skin and flesh and she allowed him with lenience. She just imagined how wonderful he must be feeling, his happiness knowing no bounds serving his Goddess Mother, the most beautiful woman he ever saw in life and she bestowing upon him the blessing of physical union and intimacy. It was 2:30 in the morning, the sky was still roaring as there will be no end to this storm. Preetha and Salim both felt exhaustion setting in. They have been constantly loving each other from the afternoon, time flew by as there was no tomorrow. Their insatiable love and eager exploration of each other’s bodies were burning down to a warm glow now. Both of them wanted to just calm down, be in each other’s embrace and rest for the night. With physical hunger satiated they melted down in a deep pool of intimate bonding in the spiritual level.
‘Mom, can I hold you from behind, it will feel good…’ Salim asked, Preetha smiled at him complaisantly, she knew he wanted to hold her like a man holds a woman despite being half her size, it gives him a sense of deep bonding and possession for his woman. It was okay for Preetha, she could give in to him, make him feel secure and let him know she belonged to him from now on.


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Amarsroshta 17/08/22(Tue)12:40 No. 30046 ID: cfed8d
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Salim scampered back and held her tightly from behind, his arms encircling her soft belly. They stayed like that without uttering a word; Preetha lost in her thoughts while Salim held her lovingly, the placidness interrupted rarely as Salim breathed in the scent of her hair, the drying perspiration on her shoulder and nape of neck, brushing his lips occasionally on her smooth skin with utmost tenderness. Preetha had never been loved with such delicacy, she felt as if Salim yearned to melt inside her body, the way he held on her, clung on to her. Though he was just a boy, lean to the point of malnourishment and half her size, the protectiveness and warmth his arms and touch offered, Preetha had never felt the same with Ayan ever.
Preetha slid down looking up at Salim whose gentle hands trailed through her hair, She was now lying on his lap. Those thin bony legs gave her more comfort than anything. ‘Baby, can I rest on your lap for a while please?’ She asked him softly as Salim smiled at her cozily. Of course Mommy, let me massage your head, you will feel relaxed. I will be very gentle I promise.’ He said. ‘I know you will baby…’ Preetha muttered as her mind trailed off, she reflected on what had happened today, it was so abrupt, unforeseen, all of a sudden. Several hours ago she was crying alone, a lone woman who had all the material comforts money can buy and yet so stricken by sadness and solitude. Her loss tore through her throwing her in an abyss of depression, and now there she was feeling completely fulfilled and satiated both physically and emotionally. She had entangled herself in a bond that came out of nowhere, a strange bond unlike any she had ever heard of or seen, but a bond strong enough to look at her life from a wholly different perspective. It happened like it had to happen, she was destined to meet Salim and Salim was destined to find love and shelter from her. The relationship that they were thrown into could not be described in conventional terms, the love and compassion they felt for each other was that of a mother of son, the physical gratification they found in each other was like eternal lovers and the care and understanding they shared was of two kindred souls bound in a covenant of supporting each other. Despite the gap between their age and social status, it didn’t feel wrong at all. She felt finally everything was alright.
‘Mommy, what are you thinking?’ Salim asked softly, his fingers trailing within her cascading tresses, looking deep into her large dark eyes which were lost in the distance. Preetha looked up at him, interlocked her fingers into his and raised the other hand to caress his hair; she wanted to make sure that this was real. ‘Nothing Baby…’ She said. ‘But you look so sad all of a sudden Mommy, did I do something wrong?’ Salim asked with quivering voice. ‘No, not at all baby, come, kiss me.’ Preetha nudged his head down gently inviting him. Salim wrapped his arm around her, caressing her temple and gently brushed his lips on her cheek, this time it was not a sloppy kiss, it was gentle and warm as Preetha sighed and whimpered. Her eyes welled up and droplets of tears rolled down her face.
Looking at her tears Salim couldn’t contain his own tears as well, he wept silently, comforting her as much as he could. ‘Mommy…please don’t cry,’ He said in a half choked voice, ‘I am here, I will take all your pains away. I see that you are sad and alone, there’s no one here to take care of you. I promise I will take care of you in every way possible; you don’t have to worry about anything. I told you all about me; please tell me about yourself, I can’t bear your pain. Tell me everything Mommy; God brought us together for a reason and I swear I will do anything I can to ease your sadness. Tell me Mommy…’
Salim’s words made Preetha cry even more, he was so gentle, his voice dripped with love and compassion. She held on to him tightly, sobbing, as he comforted her. It was as if the roles have reversed, he was the caring elder, while she wept like a lost girl.
As the barrage of tears slowly subsided, reduced to occasional sniffles, Salim kept on looking at her with those large doe eyes, asking her in silence. Preetha rested for a while, her chest heaving up and down with the release of emotions as he caressed her head, arms and neck with the gentleness of a caregiver. Preetha wanted to speak, but she felt too spent.


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Amarsroshta 17/08/22(Tue)12:45 No. 30047 ID: cfed8d
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She finally shifted and asked Salim to fetch her pack of cigarettes and lighter from the side table. From his expression it was evident that he was not in favor of her smoking but it was still not his place to ask her otherwise, he obeyed her silently as Preetha lied down and put a cigarette between her lips, she was still feeling so lost, Salim rubbed her shoulder to reassure her of his presence and love. She lit the cigarette and took a long drag, releasing a thick blue stream of smoke as it relaxed her nerves.
‘I have a loving mom and dad, I was raised like a middle class sheltered and pampered girl, the only child of my parents. I grew up not exactly in lavishness but all my needs were taken care of. I led a very happy life, and I was so proud of myself, being intelligent and exceptionally beautiful, we had everything, but my parents wanted more for me. They wanted me to get married to wealth and opulence….and that was the beginning of my woes….’ Preetha began her story, she told him everything, her marriage, her dreams and how they were shattered by the Mullicks as they robbed her off her child, how her parents cowered off in front of their influence and abandoned her, how she finally found the strength to fight back and shifted to this apartment on her own and was spending her life like a marooned sailor within these walls.
Preetha took a few final drags from her cigarette and snubbed it in the ashtray. Salim held on to her, ‘You will never be lonely Mommy, if you allow me in your life I will always be with you. I will always be by your side; I will never let you feel sad ever again.’ He promised. Preetha turned at him, trailing her long fingers on his arms affectionately, ‘I know you will, and that’s why I will never let you go off. Today I have made you an inseparable part of my life. We have become Mother and Son, but our relation is not limited to that, we are lovers as well. You are my little boyfriend; a boyfriend who will stay with me no matter what.’


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Amarsroshta 17/08/22(Tue)12:50 No. 30048 ID: cfed8d
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Preetha’s words brought immense joy in Salim’s heart, he felt a warm knot of happiness and excitement deep in his belly. He crawled up to Preetha resting his head and arms on her broad fleshy chest, her breasts felt like inflating and deflating pillows with her breathing. He looked at her endearingly as she played with his hair. ‘Really Mommy? I think I am the most fortunate man to have a beautiful girlfriend like you.’ He said. Preetha chuckled, ‘You are not yet a man, but you proved yourself to be better than any man I ever met in my life. Who knows, maybe one day I will make you my husband as well.’
‘Oh God, Mommy…I want to be your husband, I want to take care of you for the rest of my life, you will be mine and mine alone.’ Salim murmured amorously hugging her breast tight, kneading his face and neck on the soft mound as if he wanted their flesh to melt into each other. Preetha felt unimaginable bliss feeling his tiny warm body rubbing on to her rapturously. She felt the familiar drowsiness now setting heavily, the past tumultuous hours had sapped her both physically and emotionally, her body was slowly shutting down, surrendering to somnolence.
Looking at Preetha dozing off peacefully Salim felt a rush of immense love, he wanted to comfort her to sleep, maybe even sing a lullaby, he felt so protective about her although being a mere street urchin, a boy half her size and age. He had very little power but all he had was the fierce righteous will to shield this beautiful goddess of a woman from the woes of the world. With the heat of their physical union now wearing off the room felt a little chill from the air conditioner. Salim pulled up the sheet to cover her bare body. Comforted by the folds of the sheet and Salim’s warm skin Preetha snuggled on to him, and both of them drifted into deep slumber. The storm had calmed down outside, but rain fell in a steady patter, drenching the city, satiating the thirst of earth as well as providing peace and tranquility to a woman and a boy who slept naked clinging on to each other inside the opulence of a lavish bedroom in the sleeping metropolis of Kolkata.


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Ramesh+Halder 17/08/22(Tue)13:20 No. 30049 ID: a8a51e

>>30048
Bapre excitement aro barie dichche go... Great


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RAMESH+HALDER 17/08/22(Tue)16:07 No. 30050 ID: a8a51e

>>30048once again a icredible art you have given


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RAMESH+HALDER 17/08/22(Tue)16:21 No. 30051 ID: a8a51e

>>30048once again a icredible art you have given
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boy80 17/08/23(Wed)12:02 No. 30053 ID: ba2998

Sir love srastha memorable story please contact me i would like to buy his stories


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Anonymous 17/08/26(Sat)00:06 No. 30062 ID: 2da44d

Ufff .... what a story .... what an erotic climax and a most satisfying, mind-fulfilling, gratifying conclusion as a fully satiated Preetha and Salim "doze off to slumber, snuggling naked close to each other under the warmth of a cover in a lush bedroom of a serene sleepy neighbourhood of the metropolis" .... just wonderful, wonderful !!!

Amarsroshta Sir, you have a great hand ! Each reader with a romantic bend of mind, should bow to your immortal creation !!!

And, pardon me if I say that with the passage of time, you art is becoming just fabulous ... so realistic, so enchanting .... each line so natural, so expressive, so addictive ! The way you have drawn Preetha's contented, satiated, radiant face in the last frames is just awesome !!!

And, man .... such long lavish updates in this month after a dry patch of several months (you were drawing the images during that time, I guess) !

So, have we reached the end of "Motherhood - Part 1" with this latest post of yours ? Will we proceed to "Honeymoon in Darjeeling" from this point ?

Sir, one more question creeps into my mind. The charm and unsurpassed quality of your story comes from the long, detailed texts which accompany each set of 4 images. This is the most striking and extraordinary feature of this story (Motherhood) to date ... the details being so elaborate, so immaculate with every fine thread of emotion or feeling expressed in heart-touching, sensitive language !!!

But, as we learn, "Honeymoon in Darjeeling" would be written by you in comic strip fashion. If that be so, shall we not miss this awesome textual detailing of yours which keeps us deeply bonded with your story ?

Please enlighten us when you can find some time.

Wish you all the best and looking forward to many, many immortal creations in the forthcoming days from your magic fingers !!!


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Amarsroshta 17/08/26(Sat)07:40 No. 30063 ID: cfed8d

There are still two installments of Motherhood to be published after which I will release Honeymoon in Darjeeling. Thanks for your appreciation guys. I agree that the pictorial novel has got its own charm, but a comic has its own as well, and since it will be in color, it will take the content a notch higher. Don't worry, narration texts will also be there, you will have plenty of reading material. Also when you read the comic, the reader feels more into the action like a movie than the narration of a novel. After completing all parts of Honeymoon, I might come back with a few short stories on Preetha and Salim's love saga.


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RAMESH+HALDER 17/08/26(Sat)08:54 No. 30064 ID: 94b56a

>>30063
ok ok


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Anonymous 17/08/26(Sat)10:45 No. 30065 ID: f1537c

>>30063

Wow ! Everything seems just GREAT !

Thank you, Sir ... thank you so much for everything !!!

And, special thanks for your kind reply !


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fabulous subash 17/08/27(Sun)08:25 No. 30066 ID: c41cf1


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Anonymous 17/08/27(Sun)10:59 No. 30067 ID: 9d0f11

Calling all my friends who read this story .....

Please drop in a few appreciative lines for Amarsroshta Sir, if you happen to love this story ! It would give him the inspiration, enthusiasm and impetus which every creator looks forward to for further creation !

Please don't mind that I have made this appeal !


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Anonymous 17/09/01(Fri)09:16 No. 30084 ID: 94b56a

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please release the HONEYMOON IN DARJEELING WAITING....


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Concluding parts of "Motherhood" Anomymous 17/09/03(Sun)08:16 No. 30087 ID: 41ec7e

>>30084

Dear Anonymous friend, as Amarsroshta Sir has told, there would be 2 more instalments of "Motherhood" before he releases "Honeymoon in Darjeeling".

Whether it is "Motherhood" or "HID", all his works are equally enthralling, isn't it !


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Anomymous 17/09/03(Sun)08:28 No. 30088 ID: 41ec7e

Amarsroshta Sir, as I go though the great preview pictures of HID, I become increasingly aroused observing how dominant and commanding Preetha has become in her physical relationship with Salim. She seems totally uninhibited and in full flow now ! The images of the "female superior" position are simply superb, outstanding, highly erotic ! Salim's frail body would surely ache with pain under Preetha's great weight, size and strength, after such a gruelling and prolonged love session ! His muscles, tendons and joints would surely be painfully stretched to the maximum, ha ha !!

Considering her size, build and strength, it would seemingly be pretty easy for Preetha to carry little Salim around her waist as she walks around and they can have sex in that position which no normal girl can achieve ! Similarly, it should be easy for her to lift petite Salim in her strong arms upto her face to enjoy a deep and passionate bl*wjob ! Just my thought, though :)

One question to Amarsroshta Sir : As Preetha goes back to her normal life in the loving and intimate company of Salim, would she start going to the gym to re-shape and firm up her body ? It could be a natural decision for her, considering her build, strength and athletic background. She can take Salim along to assist her in her workouts or to carry her bag and equipment. Even, we can enjoy a glimpse of her workout sessions, through one of your envisaged side stories on their love life, should you so decide :)

Please accept my warm regards !!


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Ramesh+Halder 17/09/03(Sun)08:30 No. 30089 ID: 94b56a

Be
patience


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Amarsroshta 17/09/04(Mon)09:23 No. 30091 ID: d09e5c

The female superior position is called 'Amazon Position', you can google it up. Carrying sex will be there in HID, the workout session is something that I am interested and might work on, but later.


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Anonymous 17/09/04(Mon)13:31 No. 30092 ID: f1537c

>>30091

Sir, thank you ! Thank you ! Thank you so very much !

Please do accept our regards and best wishes !

We, the ardent admirers of your art, would wait patiently for all your creations :) :)


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Anonymous 17/09/05(Tue)21:58 No. 30100 ID: 760905

>>30091

I, frankly, had no clear idea about this position ! As suggested, I searched the web and then came to know ! Really, the "amazon position" and the "reverse amazon position" are truly befitting for a big, strong, well-built, powerful, vigorous woman like Preetha ! Let her enjoy Salim to the hilt ! And, we really enjoy your story to the maximum !

By the way, Sir, shall we hope to see the concluding instalments of "Motherhood" after the festival season coming up this month ?

Great regards, Sir !


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Anonymous 17/09/08(Fri)21:19 No. 30107 ID: 8a564a

I'm in serious problem !

Not feeling like reading any other /ss/ manga after reading "Motherhood" ;)

Alas ! What shall I do ! I cannot expect Amarsroshta Sir to post an update every week ! Phew !


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Ramesh+Halder 17/09/10(Sun)22:10 No. 30118 ID: 94b56a

The real life shota incidents can be imagined from amarsrashta sir the way of story expressed by him is like a real life incident .... And i think the sequel of this shota type is the new era of bengali shotacon


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boy80 17/09/11(Mon)12:02 No. 30119 ID: a13da3

sir amar srashta I would like to be contacted by her at my new email address on the gmail server as she advised to buy the story "long drive"
please; thank you for his cordiality, keep on posting his wonderful stories hi good morning
nb new mail address: antoniocutrone79@gmail.com


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Anonymous 17/09/11(Mon)22:56 No. 30120 ID: 63ac7f

I am so infatuated by this story and its astounding art that I keep coming back to read the story almost every alternate day ! What a fascinating love saga ! Looking at Preetha, I get mesmerised by this vigorous lady ! What beauty, strength and energy does she possess ! She can crush little Salim under her massive body when erotically aroused, if she is not careful :o

By the way, looking at their naked bodies side by side, I was just dreaming whether it is possible for Amarsroshta Sir to make them measure their body parts (neck, shoulder, chest, arms, thighs, calves, etc) for a playful comparison ! Ohhh ... it would be such an erotic comparison -- the big powerful Preetha vis-a-vis the little, frail Salim !

Can it be included in "Honeymoon in Darjeeling", your magnum opus, Sir ? Or, in a separate addendum story involving the duo, as you have kindly planned (viz. Preetha's workout session, as you suggested) ?

Sir, please give us your valued opinion ! Will HID be published late this year ? Wistfully looking forward to it !!


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Anonymous 17/09/12(Tue)16:18 No. 30125 ID: f1537c

Yaah ! Wrist, forearm and hip comparisons also please :)


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Anonymous 17/09/16(Sat)21:36 No. 30141 ID: 3bd922

Brother, are you out of town ? We have not heard from you over the past 2 weeks !

Remembering you always !


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Ramesh Halder 17/09/18(Mon)16:32 No. 30146 ID: 94b56a

HAPPY BISWAKARMA PUJA TO ALL... OF THE READERS....


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Anonymous 17/09/23(Sat)14:08 No. 30163 ID: f1537c

Navratri festival has already commenced in India !

So, pre-Saradiya Shuvechchha to Amarsroshta Sir !

I am avidly following and enjoying the deeply engrossing, fascinating and salacious erotic account "Motherhood" being penned down by you, Sir -- perhaps the best story in the entire /ss/ thread !

Yes ..... I also agree that physical comparison between the mighty Preetha and little Salim would be highly erotic, as suggested by my friends here !

Also Sir, if you could include a scene where the stark naked and mighty Preetha admonishes weak little Salim for getting tired too quickly and not being able to cope with her voracious libido -- it would be extremely erotic, in my humble opinion !

Wish you a very pleasant and enjoyable festive season !!


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Anonymous 17/09/23(Sat)15:05 No. 30164 ID: f1537c

Hey .... I forgot to mention -- thanks a ton for planning out Preetha's workout episode too !! :) :)


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Amarsroshta 17/09/25(Mon)03:00 No. 30169 ID: 8f7d31
30169

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I know I have been off for quite some time, but trust me I am trying my best to finish Motherhood before I launch Honeymoon in Darjeeling. My heartiest wishes for Navratri and Durga Puja, here's a little sneak peek form Honeymoon in Darjeeling part 4 'The Wedding'. Salim worships his goddess by adorning her with jewelry on their wedding night. I will be back soon. It's not colored yet, a lot of work is pending. However I am sharing this in regards to the auspicious events.


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boy80 17/09/25(Mon)11:52 No. 30171 ID: a13da3

kind sir amar srashta greet you cordially to make her very happy compliments again about her wonderful shota stories, but I would just like to remind her that i would like to buy her 2 long drive and honeymoon stories in darjeeling, also the reminder that i have created a new mail address as suggested by you to be able to contact me and provide me with accounts to buy, I'm always waiting for your response, I cordially greet you and invite you to continue to post stories with more continuity.
nb: send my new mail address: antoniocutrone79@gmail.com


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Anonymous 17/09/25(Mon)12:21 No. 30172 ID: 94b56a

>>30169
fear are cleared really aweosome amarda thanks for complying .... waiting for rest for motherhood and the honeymoon in darjeeling thanksss a lot love you and best wishes for puja.... great work


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Anonymous 17/09/30(Sat)21:18 No. 30184 ID: 0190c8

Warm wishes, Amar-da, on the auspicious occasion of Navaratri and Durga Puja ! Happy Muharram greetings too ! Hope you had a great time during the festival days ! We are and would always be with you ! Take your time ..... no issue ! We always look forward to your spectacular, awesome creations !


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Anonymous 17/09/30(Sat)21:59 No. 30185 ID: 0190c8

By the way, Amar-da, will there be 21 pages each in HID : Parts 1 - 4 ? Do you intend to publish it after all parts are ready and colouring is complete ? Just asking !


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Amarsroshta 17/10/01(Sun)13:21 No. 30186 ID: d39e0c

I will release part 1 and then subsequently part 2 in color, if I get enough buyers then part 3 and 4 will be colored as well, or it will be in black and white.


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Anonymous 17/10/02(Mon)23:54 No. 30187 ID: 4b412a

>>30186

Thanks, Amar-da, for your kind reply. Looking forward to the concluding portion of "Motherhood". Best regards.


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Anonymous 17/10/04(Wed)00:59 No. 30189 ID: c176c9

>>30169

Wow .... what an image ! Preetha genuinely looks like a bejewelled Oriental medieval princess in her revealing bridal attire ! Great thanks to Amar Sir for such a nice gift for the festive season ! As I look at this picture, a lot of exotic things crowd into my mind. (a) Preetha marries Salim in Part - 4 of HID. That means, the real honeymoon starts from Part 4, isn't it ? That means, HID would have many more chapters after Chapter 4 ... am I wrong, Amar Sir ? (b) During the honeymoon foreplay, can we expect an image, Sir, where Preetha grips Salim between her thick powerful legs and squeezes him playfully (to the extent his frail body can bear) ? (c) Also, Sir, can we expect an image where Preetha and Salim, both stark naked, stand before a full length mirror where Salim is awe-struck to see the glorious massive body of the mighty Preetha vis-a-vis his little frail frame ? Submitted for your kind perusal and opinion, Sir ! With best regards.


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boy80 17/10/04(Wed)11:52 No. 30192 ID: f3839d

anonymous you bought by chance the stories "long drive" and "honeymoon in darjeeling" by amar srashta?


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Anonymous 17/10/04(Wed)21:19 No. 30196 ID: df6101

Waiting eagerly for continuation of the ecstatic love saga between the lovely, mighty, goddess-like Preetha and the cute, sweet, little Salim ! Oooff - what a story, what impeccable exotic description ! Can't wait more ! Sir, when can we expect the next chapters of "Motherhood" and thereafter "HID" ?
Sir, please favour us with an idea.


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Anonymous 17/10/06(Fri)13:08 No. 30201 ID: 07dc0b

Greetings ! Hope you had an enjoyable festive season ! Hope you are well and hearty ! Are you still away from town ? When shall we have the pleasure to have you amongst us again, with your wonderful bouquet of stories ? Regards.


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Anonymous 17/10/09(Mon)22:24 No. 30216 ID: e0bbac

Is "Honeymoon in Darjeeling" ready ? By the way, it seems you plan to sell the story to those who would contact you through e-mail.

But, how do you plan to spread the news amongst Netizens about completion of your great story ?


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Anonymous 17/10/11(Wed)08:20 No. 30223 ID: 9c8685

Brother, the last regular post from your end was on Aug 26 last. After that, the very last post was on Sept 25 containing your warm wishes for the Navratri festival and Durga Puja in India. Over the last two months, many visitors to this thread have put forward their innovative suggestions, seeking your kind opinion on them. But, we have not heard from you ever since ! Your sympathetic opinion on those are also not known. Have you left this thread, brother, or you are extremely busy so that you could not visit this thread over this period ? We are missing you and feeling sad ! Please do respond !


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Anonymous 17/10/12(Thu)20:56 No. 30229 ID: 16aefd

>>30039
where can i find the motherhood comics please tell me.or send me link


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Ramesh+Halder 17/10/13(Fri)08:34 No. 30232 ID: 94b56a

Amar da updated that he has been off due to his day work so please be Patience and weight for some days soon he is going to update here is nothing to worry about his disappearing from phoroum .


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Anonymous 17/10/13(Fri)22:47 No. 30233 ID: cd2112

>>30232
Really, thanks a lot, Ramesh-da, for the update ! I was afraid that our beloved creator has left us ! We shall wait .... no issues ! By the way, today I was looking at the preview pictures of "Honeymoon in Darjeeling" once again. I noticed one thing. In the pictures of "Motherhood", Preetha all along had a thick, long, wavy mane of lustrous hair. But, in the coloured preview pictures of HID, her hair appears pretty short and straight ! Did she change her hairstyle before her honeymoon trip to Darjeeling ? If Amarsroshta Sir happens to see this post, I would love to hear about it from him when he comes back amidst us :)


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ramesh 17/10/14(Sat)15:05 No. 30235 ID: 94b56a

>>30233
i know that there is so much curiosity on art work but everything will be cleared when the story will released so i am telling all of you to keep patience...


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Darjeeling Anonymous 17/10/15(Sun)09:08 No. 30237 ID: fde898


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Please Translate to english Anonymous 17/10/16(Mon)07:57 No. 30240 ID: 8f7432

Govire Jao Aro Govire Jao - Amarsrashta-(sexxdesi).pdf
Kindly any one translate this comic by Amarsrastha in to english


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Amarsroshta 17/10/17(Tue)13:58 No. 30242 ID: a4a3cc
30242

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My dear freinds, I am extremely sorry for delay but my day job has kept me away from finishing Motherhood. However I would like to inform that Honeymoon in Darjeeling part 1 will be 27 pages instead of 21 pages and it will also contain the black and white art of the same pages without lettering as well. The inclusion of the black and white is because a lot of people are demanding to see the art without colors and without the letters which will clutter the art. So you will have 54 pages of material. The price will be 1000/- flat. I hope you will help me take this forward and release more episodes of Honeymoon in Darjeeling. Here's a little sneak peek from the comic.


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Anonymous 17/10/17(Tue)19:59 No. 30243 ID: c703ad

please send a few more


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Anonymous 17/10/17(Tue)20:06 No. 30244 ID: c703ad

please send a few more just few more


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Anonymous 17/10/17(Tue)21:57 No. 30245 ID: 91c171

>>30242
Tra la la ! What a great news right before Diwali ! "HID - Part 1" is now a whopping 54 pages ! Cannot wait to go through it ! Intoxicating story, outstanding art, superb coloring !

Meanwhile, Happy Diwali wishes to Amarsrashta Sir and all my friends here ! Let Amarsrashta Sir stay amongst us for many years, let this forum grow and thrive !


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Anonymous 17/10/18(Wed)04:31 No. 30248 ID: a55ab9

Sir i think there's no need of those black and white pages of the same coloured ones and you can put it for a little less amount . It will be affordable for many . Apologies


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ramesh 17/10/18(Wed)09:32 No. 30249 ID: 94b56a

>>30242
durdanta amrda splendid.........


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Amarsroshta 17/10/18(Wed)11:35 No. 30250 ID: 8d12fb

I have to think of all fans, and I feel 1000/- is not much given the quality of art and colors. Please do not be cheap, your money will help me to take this project further. I have already invested quite a lot for the coloring, and I cannot invest any further. If you want the series to continue please contribute.


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ramesh 17/10/18(Wed)11:44 No. 30251 ID: 202066

>>30250
i am ready to contribute whatever you said.... always.....


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Ramesh+Halder 17/10/18(Wed)14:22 No. 30252 ID: 202066

I think money can be arranged part by part whenever you arrange the whole money then you buy the story from amarsrashta da like when i first bought the long drive story i arranged the money part by part and then bought it....


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ramesh 17/10/18(Wed)20:56 No. 30253 ID: 202066

the art deserves more amount amar da providing us 57 pages in 1000 rupees so i think amount is okay with all readers


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Anonymous 17/10/18(Wed)21:41 No. 30254 ID: 7c72b2

>>30250

The quality of art and colouring is really fabulous, as is evident from the preview pictures -- FAR ABOVE the normal SS hentai/manga quality ! So, let us contribute our humble might towards this story so that this magnum opus can continue ! And, why only this one ! Don't we want our favourite Amarsroshta Sir to dish out other equally fascinating, mind-boggling stories one after another in near future ! :)


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ramesh 17/10/19(Thu)08:55 No. 30255 ID: 94b56a

>>30254
exactly


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Anonymous 17/10/19(Thu)09:07 No. 30256 ID: 307eaf

The price is really much for the 27 pages. The rest are the same ones without colour. I was thinking to have it. But with price as such and remaining parts yet to be out, the total amount shall reach in 3k or more which is not a budget for many here


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ramesh 17/10/19(Thu)16:00 No. 30257 ID: 202066

happy dewali to all of readers wishing all of you to stay happy


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Anonymous 17/10/19(Thu)17:31 No. 30258 ID: 243622

Ya the price is making issue


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Amarsroshta 17/10/20(Fri)22:41 No. 30259 ID: 687891
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It was seven in the morning; a drenched Kolkata woke to cloudy skies and cool breeze blowing like a lover’s caress. The storm had stopped, but it left the streets water logged, and a light drizzle fell incessantly. It was a morning where no one was in hurry, the shops were closed, daily commuters couldn’t leave and stayed back in their domicile, the busy city was sleeping late.
The dull white light of the cloudy sky crept inside the cozy bedroom where woman and boy, mother and son spooned on the bed, safely and warmly tucked inside the sheets, deep slumber slowly waning away with the morning light. Salim opened his eyes, looking through the bay window at the dim sky, it was a morning which didn’t coax people to get on with their everyday lives, in fact it was a morning which encouraged hundreds of other young couples all across the city to lay back leisurely, enjoying each other’s company and making love. Among all these couples perhaps the most unique couple was the one inside the bedroom of the apartment of the fifth floor of a posh Golf Green residency. On the large king size bed was lying an extremely beautiful woman, large of stature, ripe of age, blessed with the wealth of physical bounty and a young boy barely in his teens, small in frame and stature in passionate embrace. When men and women spoon, it is usually the man who is larger in size holding the woman from behind, giving her a sense of protection and safety where she can nestle warmly, but in this case the role was reversed, but the feeling had the same intensity nevertheless. Salim’s head was resting on Preetha’s broad fleshy arm, while the other one wrapped around him as she slept.
Salim actually thought he would be waking up on the pavement, or below the shed of the tea stall where he worked, the previous night was a fervid dream he had as he was probably suffering from a fever being beaten up and wet from the tumultuous storm that ripped through the city; but no, he could still feel her soft warmth as she enveloped him with her body, he could feel her breath in his hair. This was not a dream; he was still in care and company of his goddess. A surge of bliss and glee shivered his body, he turned, he needed to see the divine face of his new mother. He put his hand on her soft cheek and nudged her sleeping face more towards him, Preetha’s sleep was wearing off as he started planting tender kisses on the corner of her lips, her chin, the nook of her nose. Preetha parted her lips and sighed, enjoying this languid and sweet wake up call. Salim caught a whiff of her breath.
Her morning breath was not exactly pleasant, she had been smoking and drinking last night and had Chinese food rich in garlic, but the unpleasant odor was mixed with the very intrinsic and intimate smell of her mouth, her teeth, her tongue, her saliva; that personal scent of hers which Salim craved for. He was drawn to her breath like a deer drawn to the musk of a doe. Salim was inhaling her breath like it was oxygen for him.
Her head still drowsy with sleep Preetha noticed what Salim was doing and was embarrassed, she closed her lips, but Salim grabbed her face desperately, squeezing her soft cheeks, almost forcing her to open her mouth, though being as much gentle as possible. ‘Please Mommy, open your mouth…open it please…breathe on me!’ he pleaded. Preetha knew her breath was bad, she had not even woken up properly, what is it that was drawing this boy? Does he love everything about her? The smell which we otherwise consider unpleasant was appealing to him…why? Was this a testament of the intimacy he felt for her? She remembered how Ayan always abhorred having sex right after waking up, although that was the time she felt horniest. He always insisted to brush first and then get back to bed, but it never had the same charm as the immediacy of waking up and getting intimate, never that affectionate that you enjoy everything about your lover, even in their most unromanticized state. ‘Please Mommy…please…’ Salim pleaded again, urging her to open her mouth. Preetha indulged him.


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Amarsroshta 17/10/20(Fri)22:46 No. 30260 ID: 687891
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She parted her lips and let out a warm musty gust of breath which Salim inhaled in hungrily. ‘Mmmhhh…more Mommy…more…’ he requested. Preetha had kept her eyes closed, she felt too embarrassed doing this crazy thing but Salim was incorrigible. Preetha placated his craving, she was breathing freely now, hot smelly gusts brushing Salim’s face as an expression of satisfaction and bliss radiated on him.
Preetha opened her eyes a little, feeling shy as she could see Salim staring at her resting on her arm, expecting her parted mouth to exhale on his face. ‘I am sorry baby…my breath is foul…I was smoking and drinking last night…’ she said apologetically. Salim sighed and told her ‘its okay Mommy…nothing about you can be foul. It is you, your breath, your smell; that’s all it matters to me and I love it. I want to experience and savor everything that’s you…your smell, your taste, your touch…everything that makes me feel that you are real and this is not a dream I am having.’ Preetha realized no love can be truer or more intimate than what the boy felt for her. He cherished her being, every part of her unconditionally.
Preetha felt her hormones rising as she snuggled closer to Salim and opened her mouth almost devouring his face and nose as she breathed heavily, washing his face with her breath as she moaned occasionally. Instinctively her hand massaged her humongous breast as the nipple leaked out milk which rolled down her skin on to Salim’s chest. ‘You love my breath don’t you…you love Mommy’s breath…’ She said. ‘This is what I live for Mommy…your breath is my oxygen.’ Salim responded. Preetha sighed and breathed heavily into his mouth and nose, overwhelming him with her smell and warmth.
Preetha touched Salim’s face lovingly, encouraging him to explore her oral cavity as gusts and gusts of warm breath swept on him. ‘Breathe it it…breathe as I sigh…I moan…breathe as I speak to you and enjoy my smell.’ ‘I love it Mommy…’ Salim murmured eagerly as she paused him with warm kisses, her tongue touching and rolling on his lips, leaving them moist and her smell rising from them like a vapor. Salim reached up for more kisses but Preetha rolled back laughing, denying him anymore. ‘If he likes it so much, no need to indulge him to his full satisfaction.’ She thought playfully as she laughed resting on her back.


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Amarsroshta 17/10/20(Fri)22:49 No. 30261 ID: 687891
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Salim lovingly coiled his slender arm around her, feeling the weight and plumpness of her breasts. Preetha was still laughing as he looked at her with adulation. ‘Oh god….ha ha ha…I can’t believe how you are sniffing my stale morning breath. It is disgusting!’
‘Don’t say that Mommy, nothing can be disgusting about you.’ He murmured in her ear, ‘I love the smell of your mouth, your breath, good or bad it doesn’t matter as long as it is yours. It makes me feel it is you, and nothing else and I am in love with everything that’s you…you…you…’ he rubbed his face on her cheek uttering these words softly and passionately.
Preetha giggled, enjoying her new lover’s praises, ‘Okay but no more, I am already feeling too embarrassed.’ She said,
‘There’s nothing to be embarrassed Mommy…’ Salim argued,
‘I am a girl okay?’ Preetha said ‘I am supposed to feel shy about the unpleasant stuff about me…’
‘I can smell you as you speak Mommy…’ Salim interrupted, ‘As long as you are in this bed with me I can enjoy your smells. He said playfully.
Preetha tried to get up ‘Okay then it is brush time I think. Look at me I am stinking all over from last night. I need a bath as well.’ Preetha indeed was smelling all over, the sheets which covered them were stained with their juices and sweat. Both their bodies were leaking pheromones and hormones, hers being stronger as she was older to him.
Salim held on to Preetha tightly. ‘Mmmmmm…noooo….’ He nagged ‘I want to stay like this for a while…I want to enjoy your morning smells…it feels so good, like I am wearing your perfume.’
‘You are such a dirty boy’, Preetha relented, easing back on bed giving in to his demands. She also craved for some morning sex, but if they go on like this they won’t be out of the bed for weeks. ‘Okay of you are done with my breath what more do you need?’ She asked coyly, as Salim snuggled on her soft fleshy arm, kissing her warm skin. ‘Just one thing Mommy, can you please lift your arm?
‘Oh Godddd…this is too much!’ Preetha laughed in helpless admission, this boy could have her for breakfast lunch and dinner. He was going in places no other man had ever gone, he was going to explore and enjoy every nook and cranny of her body.


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Amarsroshta 17/10/20(Fri)22:58 No. 30262 ID: 80cc6f
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‘Okay, but don’t tickle me. I am very sensitive there…’ She said looking into his eyes which lit up with expectation. Preetha lifted her left arm, revealing the thick bush beneath which gave off a whiff of her fur. After last night’s intense sweaty sex and sleep he armpit was releasing such a strong smell that Salim swooned. ‘Mmmmnnhh…ahhhh’ Salim breathed in deeply and sighed, his hot breath brushing her dense tuft and sending shivers through her body. Salim was almost quaking from anticipation.
‘Mommy, I want to taste you there…it smells so good…I can’t control myself.’ Salim said weakly, his voice trembling. Preetha didn’t reply, she felt too embarrassed at all this lewdness. They were crossing all boundaries. She was allowing him things no woman would in her sane mind. She wondered if she was surrendering too much to this boy’s demands, but she couldn’t help herself from giving in to his appeals.
Salim considered Preetha’s silence as compliance and dived in the thick fuzz. First he rubbed his face and nose with desperation, trying to extract and experience that smell which was driving him mad to the fullest. During the long hours of intense passion last night she had been sweating profusely, secreting female pheromones all over and especially through the sweat glands of her armpits and pubic region, and then as they slept like babies the scent got trapped inside the folds of her arm and dried up, giving off a stronger scent in the morning.
It was maddening for Salim, he started licking, tasting the stale pungent fibers and the soft moist meat within. His mouth became full of her taste, the salty, sexy taste of his beautiful mother. There was something so intimate and personal about that smell and taste that he couldn’t get enough of it.
Preetha’s initial embarrassment was slowly turning into something else. The unabashed primal love this boy was showering her with, exploring and worshiping her nethermost regions was getting into her. The way he cherished every single part of her, especially the most unpleasant parts considered by the patriarchal society was overpowering her inhibitions and modesty. Not just she allowed him to enjoy to the fulfillment of his heart but she herself started finding delight in it. She was getting sexually aroused by this strange obsession of Salim as well.
Preetha moaned, encouraging him as Salim enthusiastically continued kissing, licking and lightly biting the tufts of sticky hair springing out her pit. He nibbled on to her armpit flesh, soaking the hairy meat with his saliva. He paused for a moment, worked up some saliva in his mouth and dripped a big dollop of warm frothy spit on the bush, drenching them with the semi viscous oral fluid.
‘God…you are being so dirty…stop…please…’ Preetha cooed, not really meaning him to stop and Salim knew that as well from her tone.
He trailed his fingers on the wet patch, swirling the strands of hair like noodles in a thick soup, the spit mingled with her stale sweat and inner pheromones were giving out a wild smell. Salim was sniffing like a hungry puppy. Preetha was feeling uneasy yet highly aroused and she put up her other arm which gave out a fresh vapor of smells, driving Salim even madder.


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Amarsroshta 17/10/20(Fri)23:01 No. 30263 ID: 80cc6f
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Salim was now getting bolder and more aggressive, he pinched the thick hairy meat of her axilla and was licking it hungrily. It was a bit painful for Preetha and she winced a little, but she accepted the pain for his sake. The neurons of his armpit were sending rapid electrical charges to her brain and the sensation though slightly painful was introducing her to new shores of feelings. Armpits are rich with cloisters of nerves, and are sensitive and that’s why we are ticklish, but if our brains are calibrated a little differently it can be the cause of pleasure as well, especially for women whose sensory reactions are different and stronger than men.
‘This is not right…’ Preetha muttered weakly, ‘…You are making Mommy feeling weird things. I…I have never let anyone do this to me…’ Preetha could feel goosebumps pricking out all over her skin.
Salim was too immersed in his activity to even listen, he pinched her meat even harder, his fingers pressing down the roll of flesh as he sucked on it with all his strength.
‘Aaaahhhh!’ Preetha moaned in pain and pleasure loudly, ‘No…please…not so hard….’ Although doing nothing to stop him as he had his way with her. However finally he let go, his clamped mouth releasing the flushed flesh with a wet pop as Preetha whimpered with relief.
But Salim was not done, he was breathing hard, excited as he rose up and grabbed her other arm, his fingers digging in the soft flesh of underarm hard as he pulled up her arm and stared greedily at the warm fuzz of her right armpit which was still unexplored. Preetha was shocked by his sudden aggression. Salim collapsed on her, holding her arm firmly and inhaled the unexplored fur seeking her pheromones and reveling in the rich smell it emanated.
‘He is going to violate me again…’ Preetha thought alarmed, he was having his way too much with her, and she should draw the line now or she would lose control to his adolescent demands.
‘Stop….stop…’ she protested as he sniffed on, seeping in her perfume, ‘No…you are enjoying me too much…you have to stop baby…I…I am feeling uncomfortable!’ she said desperately, wincing as his tongue flicked on the bristly folds of moist flesh.


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Amarsroshta 17/10/20(Fri)23:07 No. 30264 ID: d1df1a
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Salim relented, he listened to his mother. He didn’t want to incur her displeasure. He controlled his cravings and zoned out on her chest, holding on to her desperately. The smell and taste of her armpits fresh and lingering in his nose and taste buds, spreading a sweet fog in his mind. He rested, his face digging on the nape of her neck, as he released a flurry of kisses on the sensitive parts of the corner of her neck and upper chest. Preetha settled back into composure, she felt satiated and relaxed. She knew Salim will never cross his boundaries and welcomed his kisses. Salim went on kissing her, leaving her skin moist and flushed.
Preetha decided to reward him back for all the love he showered on her as she held his head tenderly and brushed her lips on his trembling mouth. Salim immediately puckered up hungry for her kiss and Preetha fulfilled his wish, her plump lips wrapped around his thin ones and gently sucked them. Salim instantly responded by flicking his tongue on her lips nibbling gingerly on the fleshy petals, immersing in the delights of his mother’s mouth, enjoying her smell and taste in the most intimate way possible.
Preetha’s loins were heating up, her body started craving for more, she wrapped her hands around his slight form and nudged him towards her, guiding him on top of her where they could enjoy each other even more. Salim was shaking with anticipation as Preetha pulled him on top of her a position where a man gets full access of a woman’s body.
As they continued their mouthplay Salim wondered how can a woman’s body be such an inexhaustible reservoir of pleasures? Preetha’s lips, tongue, soft bites of her teeth, the warm wet texture of her oral cavity and her breath was sending electric jolts through his body. Nestled safely between her legs, her hands pressing his narrow waist, unknowingly he was rubbing his nether regions on her warm soft belly, his cock leaking precum leaving her skin wet, little sticky droplets congealing in her deep navel.


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Amarsroshta 17/10/21(Sat)09:28 No. 30266 ID: b075af
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Salim slipped down, there was a fervid desperation in him, he scrambled below, Preetha understood what he was about to do and grabbed his hair, trying to stop him, but she felt weak in spite of being double his size and weight. ‘No…no don’t go there…not now…’ she protested but her voice was weak as Salim went on kissing her breasts as he slid down poising himself between her legs. Preetha was losing in front of his desperate passion, like a force of nature he was finding his way to invade her.
And invade he did, this time he didn’t need any guidance, no experienced feminine hand steered him to his course. The deep set genetic instinct kicked in and his penis squelched itself inside her sopping wet vagina. It was abrupt, sudden as Salim held on to Preetha tightly and a sharp jerk of his hips buried himself deep within her. Salim whimpered with the newfound pleasures of female flesh while Preetha gave out a loud throaty moan ‘AAAAHHHH!’. Her pussy was still sore from last night and this sudden almost forced coitus made her cry out. The soreness of her inner fleshy walls did hurt as his rock hard penis slid inside. She was already leaking discharges hence the friction was well lubricated but it still hurt despite charging up the nerve endings which sent immense pleasure as well. The pain became negligible compared to the pleasures of morning sex as he started pumping his hips beneath the sheets.
Preetha moaned with ecstasy, she was surrendering herself to the young boy completely as his hips moved frantically, his waist rubbing on the insides of her thighs, his small but ram rod hard penis drilling her like a jackhammer tirelessly. The night’s rest had reinvigorated him to his full potential and his body slammed into her in spasmodic motions, rapid wet slapping noises muffled by the sheets. Preetha threw her arms up, in a gesture of surrender and squealed with pleasure as the boy thrust in and out with almost impossible speed, whimpers left his lips as he humped strenuously. A madness had taken over him as his body clung on to Preetha, head plastered in the soft valley of her breasts and only his waist doing all the work.
Preetha knew at this rate he was going to cum any moment, even she felt she was reaching a climax, and it would be too late and she won’t be able to stop him from releasing his seed inside her. It felt so good, the intimacy and warmth of the morning was hypnotic and a voice deep within her told her to let go, let him have his way with her; but Preetha resisted in the last moment as she felt the familiar stiffening of his cock within the fleshy canal of her urethra. Before reaching the point of no return, she grabbed his small frame and pulled him out of her forcefully, no…she was not going to let him cum inside her. Salim gave out a loud squeal of disappointment as his cock slipped out of her wet love tunnel, but he was no match for her strength. He gasped like a landed fish, almost crying with frustrated ecstasy of his ruined orgasm. ‘No…stop…’ Preetha gasped as well, holding him firmly. ‘You are going to cum inside me and that’s a big no no.’ She said with a choked voice. Salim and Preetha both were breathing laboriously, and she pushed him off her rather harshly almost throwing him away. Salim fell with a thump on the other side of the bed, a gust of sharp breath leaving his lips in surprise and shock.


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Amarsroshta 17/10/21(Sat)09:30 No. 30267 ID: b075af
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Preetha propped herself up on one elbow looking at the scared cowering boy with livid eyes. ‘I told you Salim you cannot cum inside me…why aren’t you listening?’ she said loudly. ‘I…I am sorry Mommy…I don’t know what I was doing…I couldn’t stop myself. My head went completely blank. I am sorry…I am so sorry mommy!’ He whimpered. He was almost trembling with fear.
Looking at his frightened timid face Preetha’s anger evaporated. How could she expect control from him when she herself had opened her thighs in invitation as he crawled up on her? He is just a boy hardly 14-15 years old not an experienced sex yogi to have complete control of one’s body. He never had such pleasures in his life, combined with his repressed puberty it was impossible for him to not be overwhelmed by the gates of heaven which she opened wide for him. Now that she had ruined his orgasm for the second time they met she felt a little guilty. Salim was helpless, he had to abide by the whims and whimsies of this goddess, he practically had no will of his own being hallowed by her providence. He was more than grateful for her divine care.
For a few minutes no words were exchanged between them. Salim had lowered his gaze in shame and fear, Preetha was also perturbed by this awkward situation, she didn’t want to be harsh with him, he was so adorable. She decided it was time to make it up to him, show him the love he deserved.
She peeled off the sheet which covered them, exposing his penis which was still semi hard and glistening with the residues of her juices. The smell of sex trapped beneath the sheets was released and it struck her. Salim winced as the material of the sheet slid over his sensitive organ. ‘Let me see…’ Preetha reassured him; ‘…its okay, you need not worry. Mommy is not angry with you anymore.’
Preetha removed the sheet from her body, exposing her nakedness to the boy, enticing him and slid closer to him, basking him with her warmth. She put her hand on his trembling chest, comforting him and feeling his racing heart as he was confused what she was going to do. She caressed his chest and belly with her left hand as goosebumps erupted on his smooth warm skin while her other hand wrapped around his moist cock. She was thrilled by the way it responded to her touch instantaneously, the muscles tightening up into a full erection within seconds. She looked at him from the corner of her eyes as he gasped with expectation. She pursed her lips mischievously as her left hand pressed on his midriff to stable his shivering while her right hand worked on his penis, using the moisture of her juices which still coated his shaft partially. The juices were drying off rapidly due to exposure to air and giving off a strong smell which Preetha didn’t like particularly. She had no intention to taste her own juices. Though they had crossed all boundaries of inhibitions, the taste of her own discharges felt like a gross idea to her. She needed to clean his cock before she was going to do what she was about to do.
‘I will give you release baby…’ she whispered to Salim who looked at her with yearning, her soft warm hand felt so good as she stroked his shaft. ‘There are so many other ways to release yourself, you don’t have to do it inside me. I told you na, that if you do that I will be at risk of making a baby inside my belly. We talked about it last night remember?’ She said softly.
‘I…I am sorry Mommy…I forgot. I forgot you don’t want baby…’ Salim whimpered.
‘Its not that I don’t want a baby…stupid!’ Preetha couldn’t help but giggle ‘It’s just that I can’t have a baby right now. I am still healing from the last one and I already have a baby boy now, I got him last afternoon or have you forgotten you idiot?’ She said playfully stroking his cock as the boy winced with pleasure. ‘I…I am sorry Mom…I was so selfish…’ Salim gasped.
‘Hush now, let Mommy take care of baby.’ Preetha put her finger on his lips as she worked up enough saliva in her mouth. She should have drank some water she thought, her mouth felt quite dry but she was not willing to interrupt this. His smooth cock, the way his foreskin slid up and down exposing his ruddy, shiny glans…it looked as delicious as a candy to her. She lowered her face and released a sumptuous frothy dollop of saliva which dripped on the head of his glans, rolling down the length. His veins were popping out with excitement. ‘Ohhhhh…’ Salim moaned looking at this spectacle as the rich foam from his mother’s mouth coated his penis thickly.


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Amarsroshta 17/10/21(Sat)09:35 No. 30268 ID: b075af
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Preetha stroked his cock, her saliva was washing away her juices as she spat more on the entire length of the fleshy shaft. Salim’s cock looked like a hard glistening candy pole dripping with honey; he was leaking pre-cum as well.
After vigorous rubbing and cleaning up his cock to her satisfaction Preetha parted her lips, pausing for a moment, letting her warm breath brush on the throbbing red head to pique his anticipation. By this time Salim was almost squirming. He knew how good it felt, his cock in his mother’s mouth, he experienced it last evening but not to his satisfaction, he hoped this time there would be no rude interruption of a doorbell and his mother will guide him to the final ecstasy with her mouth. Preetha’s head dipped and her soft plump lips wrapped around his glans as Salim almost squealed with ecstasy. ‘Aaaahhhnnn…Mommy!’
Preetha during her marriage with Ayan studied the anatomy of the male penis until she came to understand it better than most men. The sensitive spots, techniques of the hands, and the mouth. She learned how to move her hands, her head, her body. She came to understand the psychology of the act how subtleties like eye contact, Saliva, the right words, or the right move can make all the difference in his experience. Apart from the warmth and moistness of the female mouth how males are particularly attracted to the spectacle a woman can make of a blowjob is a phenomenon, and Preetha was going to compensate for her harshness with the biggest spectacle she could make for Salim.
She began to let the saliva trickle down her tongue and lips like a watery and slippery -- sensuous ooze. It ran down over her hand as she rubbed making the friction between hand and cock suddenly nonexistent. Her hand slid effortlessly over the hot throbbing member of Salim. She was surprised at how much she liked the sensation of all the excess lubricant and wondered how it would feel on her little lover.
She gripped her partner at the base smiling to herself at the naughtiness of it all as she lovingly ran the flat of her soft tongue up the underside of the shaft, taking in the contours of her young lover as though taking in the scenery on a long drive.
Preetha whimpered as she worked and pistoned the shaft with her mouth, curling her tongue under the bottom so the fit was as snug as she liked causing the periodic throaty gurgle.
Salim cocked his head, panting like a confused and disoriented puppy at the sight of his new mother blowing humongous white spit bubbles on his cock and how good it looked as it rolled down -- drool hanging from her chin to his balls.
As she promptly spit a mouthful of translucent, glutinous, slop on the pulsating purple head, she felt the excess of the thick slime that stuck in her mouth flow off her chin and spill slowly onto Salim’s smooth trembling thigh, she looked down at it and gave out a deep, airy, lusty, whiny moan, almost a sob of carnality, taking her free hand and smeared her spilling drool all over his lower belly.
Preetha looked at Salim, her tongue thickly rolled on his shaft. Her salivary glands were working overtime, her chin was shiny and copiously coated as strings of translucent goo slowly got longer and longer as gravity slowly pulled it to Salim’s throbbing crotch. Salim’s abdomen flexed as he looked into Preetha’s eyes. Preetha knew he would cum any moment and gave it a pause.
She rubbed his glans on her glazed chin and lips, she took the ram rod adolescent cock in her hand and rubbed it wildly, spitting on it and watching the saliva slowly stream off of it and down his balls, his crotch and making a wet patch on the bed sheet. She whimpered at the thick, warm, slimy feel of it as the bubbly ooze rolled slowly down and finally dripping from her hand pooling on Salim’s flat underbelly.

Preetha almost lost her composure and in heat pushed out a deep screaming groan from her abdomen, baring her teeth at the primal lust of her new game, the young boy’s fresh cock. She opened up her mouth and guided the penis to the back of her throat. Preetha began to suck it harder and now, getting into the rhythm keeping sporadic eye contact with her little lover. She could hear the suction her mouth had sealed tightly around throbbing flesh and blood love muscle, hot and throbbing in her sloppy mouth.
Preetha picked up the pace and started moaning with her mouth full of cock and spit. Salim couldn't believe what he was feeling. ‘Mmmm…mmmm…nnmmm…’ her lips and the inside of her soft wet mouth were vibrating against his cock. The sensation was so incredible! The wet sucking sounds, the feeling of her mouth swallowing his cock, the thick drool rolling down and the vibration from her humming lips were driving him crazy.

She used her thumb and forefinger to cork screw the increasingly slippery shaft watching the boy gasping like a landed fish as a thick glob of spit, bubbly from being frothed in the excitement hung from her working lips in a slimy testament to the nasty girl she was being. She could now feel Salim’s cock throbbing powerfully in her proud mouth. Preetha relented again for much needed breath.
She saw that she'd flung long thin strands and thick ropes of clear bubbly goo in random chaotic patterns all over the boy’s groin and around the foaming glazed boy-tool. A stream cascaded down pelvis of the boy from the base of the bouncing cock as she pulled away, letting the organ slowly withdraw from her saliva coated -- avaricious young mouth. Salim was almost at the verge of losing his consciousness. Preetha marveled at the sheer magnitude of this sloppy deluge. A vapor smelling of her musty breath and saliva steamed from Salim’s wet nether region.

"Who knew I could generate this much saliva?" she thought and let out an airy laugh, her breath making the tip pulse and ooze out more pre-cum.
The excitement of it all made her pussy flood its warm sap into the thick bush of her soft pubes. She felt them soak through the thick fuzz and filter her nectarous essence onto her meaty and powerful inner thighs slowly dribbling - trickling its way down.
Salim was at the edge of his endurance and Preetha decided to give him the release or he might pop a vein. She gripped his shaft with the right amount of pressure which came from her experience and worked it up and down the slimy, slippery flesh pole in perfect rhythm. Preetha slowly and seductively run her tongue along her top lip so that Salim see thick drool mixed with pre-cum covering her sexy mouth, her mole glowing wetly at the corner of her lower lip.
Preetha got her entire hand into the movement. Her wrist action - circular and fluid seemed to feed into the actions of her fingers moving up and down in a perfect melody rolling them into Salim’s pulsating cock, threatening to drive the young boy to the summit of his carnal rapture.
A heated and primal feeling of electrocution began to surge through Salim’s penis from the wet slipperiness of Preetha’s pumping hands, into his stomach like the ignition of some primal inferno. His stomach seemed to drop as if ridding some cosmic roller coaster as it plummeted relentlessly downward.


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Amarsroshta 17/10/21(Sat)09:44 No. 30269 ID: b075af
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Salim’s blood vessels seemed to tingle inside him, blazing with flows of liquid magma blasting through them until the fine lines between pleasure and pain vanished and the two became one throbbing pulsating, shattering, singularity.

The climactic bliss which had come on so gradually, seemingly preparing him for the ensuing thigh shuttering fulmination, Salim bit his lips hard enough to almost draw blood as pleasure rippled through his helpless body in wave after mind altering wave like the energy of some exploding celestial star light years away.

The world of reality, of the tangible slipped away from Salim, revealing the realm behind them. A world without form resting just beyond direction, distance, or time - seeming to leaving his shuttering, whimpering, convulsing body behind as he lost himself in the blast of carnal release.

As the first orgasmic wave crashed into his helpless body like a thunderous tsunami, His cock tightened for one final time and then…sweet sweet release…
Preetha swallowed three cum surges in a row. Her mouth wide open as the thick pearly viscous seed spurted on her pulsating tongue jet streaming all the way to her throat before pulling back and letting the rest spurt against her chin and lips where it dripped down Salim’s crotch, as she could hold anymore in her mouth. She couldn’t believe the amount he was cumming.
‘So much…where does he keep all this cum in that little body of his?!’ she wondered as the thick white goo splattered in and all over her mouth.
As Salim spent himself in his mother’s mouth as the main thrust of the eruption began to slowly subside, retreating back like receding water from a shore and finally left his young body trembling with exhausted satisfaction.
Preetha on the other hand could not contain the sumptuous gobs of sperm inside her mouth, it was rolling down her throat and choking her, so she playfully spat out most of it on Salim’s cock itself. She spat really hard, making a splattering whitish mess of the boy’s belly and chest and also the sheets beneath him, a few drops landed on his chin as well as he winced. She was really going crazy with all the nastiness, but it was so much fun!
She put her slime coated fingers in her mouth and tasted them, her eyes twinkling mischievously. She always wondered what the sperm of a young virgin boy in his adolescence would taste like when their bodies are still fresh with puberty. The taste was slightly more pungent and raw than the saltiness of a grownup; the smell was stronger as well. She gulped down a little but still there was so much left in her mouth coating her tongue and inner cheeks viscously.
To Salim’s shock she lifted herself up, turned her head backwards as much as she could stretch her neck and oozed out a thick stream of cum mixed with her spit from her lips on the back of her shoulder. It rolled down her smooth skin in a thick gelatinous stream all the way to the deep crack of her globular ass. ‘Oh shit Mom…what are you doing!’ Salim exclaimed.
Preetha licked her lips cutting off the thick strands which drooped down all the way to her shoulder and Salim gasped with exasperation, covering his mouth. This was as lewd as it could get and Preetha was enjoying every bit of it.
She finally slumped back, face front on Salim, her warm musky breath brushing his flushed face. Salim looked into her eyes with amazement, his chest was still heaving as he inhaled Preetha’s breath. ‘God…you even like my cock breath don’t you?’ Preetha gave out a gusty laugh. Salim was not able to speak as he kept on staring at her wet reeking face with wonder and admiration. He lowered his gaze gradually, ‘I…I am sorry Mommy…I was being so selfish, and in spite of that you gave me so much pleasure forgiving me.’ He said.


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ramesh 17/10/21(Sat)12:29 No. 30270 ID: 94b56a

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finally we got the diwali gift from you lovely once again amar da best of it ,.....splendid carry on.....


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Anonymous 17/10/23(Mon)21:41 No. 30280 ID: b31dd9

Wow ! Diwali bumper gift from Amarsroshta-da ! And, what a gift ! This is perhaps the lengthiest, sauciest and most elaborate description of coitus and oral sex I have come across :o The depth of detailing and description of thoughts fleeting through the minds of Preetha and Salim at the height of their excitement, are truly wonderful ! Amarshoshta-da wrote some time back that two more instalments would conclude "Motherhood". If one instalment is this big, then the last one might be even bigger !

We already know that HID would be in comic strip form. We know it would be brilliantly coloured, but is it possible to integrate such thrilling narration alongside the images in a comic strip !



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