A Tale of One City - Part 2

The gun shot broke the reverie and brought mother and son to their senses. Bhola was dead and so perhaps was one of his men. The other two were groaning and moaning on the floor, heads bloodied with the terrific impact of the huge mugur. But there was no time to lose because Bhola had a big gang and they might just come barging in again. They had to leave, quickly!

Rudra quickly put on his pajamas while Deepa pulled on the slip and then they rushed out of the house. The neighbours had already sensed big trouble and had shut their door and windows but standing outside their house was a battered, beat-up Bolero SUV that the thugs had arrived in.

"Kid," whispered Deepa, "Go back and see if you can get the keys of this car." She stood in the doorway with the gun drawn, just in case someone came calling. Rudra went back into the room and started rummaging through the pockets of the dead and dying men and after what seemed like eternity, came back with not only the keys but also a few clothes!

"Quick, let's go." Rudra climbed into the driver's seat and as soon has his mother had scrambled in beside him, he gunned the engine and drove away as quickly as possible.

Go, but where? Crossing the river was impossible as there would be checkpoints manned by armed thugs. Dumdum in the North or Baruipur in the South was possible but the safest place would be the marshy desolation to the East where every mile that they travelled towards what was once Bangladesh would be towards more and more chaos and anarchy. It was well past midnight and the roads were deserted. It would not be very safe to travel as they would be the only car on the road and yet they had to put some distance between themselves and the people that they had murdered. So, without thinking any further, they took the road that led past Dhapa, the erstwhile dumping ground for Calcutta's solid waste. They drove for an hour and a half through painful and potholed roads and finally, when they thought they were far enough from the scene, they pulled their car over behind a grove of trees on the edge of the swamp so that it was not visible from the road. At last, for a few minutes at least, they could catch their breaths.

Chapter 1

Part 4

"Boy, I need to take a leak." Deepa had been holding on tightly to the gun while being on the lookout for anyone in pursuit but now that the tension had eased, she suddenly felt that her bladder was about to burst. No sooner had Rudra parked the car than she opened the door to step out and collapsed on the ground – her legs were shaking violently with excitement and fear. Rudra ran around to the passenger side and picked his mother off the ground but by then her bladder had already started to empty itself and the slip that she had thrown on her was wet and soggy with her piss.

"I am so sorry, kid, I could not control myself," she whispered.

"Dont worry, Ma, just take it off," and after all that they had been through since the evening, Deepa had no further hesitation to simply lift her slip over her head and throw it away.

It was the dark fortnight and in the pale light of crescent moon that was rising on the eastern horizon, Rudra saw his mother standing naked and helpless in front of him. For a second all those memories of terror, lust, fear, sex and murder roiled through his mind along with heated hormones released by the image of full-frontal nudity of a sexy woman and before either of them could say anything, mother and son had suddenly clasped each other in a tight embrace.

After the terror and the tension of the past, it was actually cathartic for both Deepa and Rudra to be in the comfort and safety of each other's arms. Even without realising it, Deepa found herself willingly and with increasing pleasure kissing her son, full and square on his lips.

"Thank you Kiddo, thank you for bashing those bastards."

"But it was you, who actually shot that rascal ..."

Rudra was busy otherwise. With one hand he had grabbed a fistful of his mother's hair and was pressing her face into his, his tongue darting across her lips and into her hot mouth. With his other hand he was rubbing her breasts and teasing her nipples. For Deepa, the sheer presence of her son's rock hard body was a source of great satisfaction and she could barely keep herself from squeezing his buttocks and pulling the hardness of his erect penis into her own crotch. She was already naked and in her desperation she quickly pushed down her son's pajama and before she knew it, she had dropped down on her knees and was sucking at her son's cock with an inexplicable but immense urgency. Evidently, the terror and trauma had snapped the barriers of their middle class morality and mother and son had crossed the Rubicon, or as they would say in India, the forbidden Lakhsman Rekha.

Swiftly and silently, Deepa pushed Rudra on his back on the grassy bank of the marshy and started licking at his balls and the shaft of his big, hard and thick penis. Rudra gave a groan of pleasure and squirmed with excitement. He grabbed hold of his mother's shoulders and pulled her up on his chest and started to squeeze her breasts. By now Deepa was kissing her son and rubbing her pubic mound against his erection. Rudra had never had any experience of a full fledged penetrative sexual intercourse and his prods and thrusts were rather tentative and ineffectual. But Deepa's hunger for a fuck was suddenly enormous.

Neither of them would ever figure out why they had behaved the way that they did but perhaps her devastating murder of the evil ogre, Bhola, in that spectacular manner had unleashed a gut-wrenching wave of erotic ecstasy in the otherwise demure woman. It was as if Kali herself had revealed herself and was cavorting in her favourite viparit-rataturang or woman-on-top position with her beloved son. But for Rudra it was an extraordinary experience. Framed against the crescent moon, was his mother, buck naked on his chest. He was holding her up against the sky, her breasts bouncing before his awe struck eyes, her hand curled around his erect penis and thrusting it again and again against her the crack of her cunt. Then all of a sudden, Deepa starting to buck and thrust her hips, her crotch, again and again on her son's prick and slowly, ever so slowly, he started penetrating her.

Deepa gave a moan of pleasure as she felt her son's penis push apart the lips of her vagina and with each thrust he was pushing more and more inside until with a yell of pleasure she finally thumped her hips all the way down to his crotch and swallowed up his entire erection inside her. Now that she was finally and fully penetrated, she started to heave and buck. Rudra too, quickly got into the rhythm and met her downward thrusts with his own upward lunge, sending his prick deeper and deeper into his mother's cunt and pushing her into a stronger and stronger throes of excitement.

Words were irrelevant. Yet they would have cried out in their lust but Deepa quickly clamped her palms over her son's mouth lest someone could overhear the shrieks of their riotous coitus! But soon enough, Rudra felt the roiling pulse of his own ejaculation building up in his loins and his groans and grunts were becoming louder until all of a sudden a fountain of thick, creamy cum finally burst out of his erection and sprayed into his mother accompanied by a quickly muffled yell. Then all was silent as mother and son, still joined at the hip and hugging each other as tightly as ever, rolled over until Deepa was on the ground and Rudra was on her chest, lightly licking and sucking her breasts.

The orgasm, the ejaculation and the release of the sexual tension seemed to wash away with it the terror and the trauma of the evening and Rudra saw that a sense of serenity was spreading across his mother's face that was illuminated by the pale silvery light of the moon. He kissed her lightly and whispered, "Ma, now that the deed is done, should I be sorry for making love to you?"

"No dear," she answered, "everything has a time, a place and most important a reason, even though we may not see the reason immediately. Don't worry about the past, let us think about tomorrow, because tomorrow never dies."

Far above, the twinkling stars looked down on the wasted land where a naked mother and her naked son cuddled into each other on the banks of a swampy marsh and in the shadow of a darkened SUV car.

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Chapter 1

Part 5

Three years has passed since that terrifying yet magical night when Rudra had first seen his mother in a state of complete and full frontal nudity and there had been other occasions since then. But never again had he seen his mother being molested and humiliated as she was about to be on the checkpost on the bridge today. His blood boiled in anger but he knew that there was little that he could do about it right now. He will have to wait.

After that magic moment near the marshy swamp in Dhapa, mother and son had somehow weathered the firestorm that they had unleashed on the shattered city of Calcutta. But with Bhola, the biggest and most powerful thug being suddenly murdered, many of his competitors had seized the opportunity to create their own fiefdoms. However it was Pandey-ji who had finally managed to take control of the dysfunctional city and perhaps because the two of them had facilitated his takeover, mother and son were pleasantly surprised when he took them under his protection. In fact after spending days hiding in the Eastern swamps, Deepa and Rudra had tentatively returned home to find it unscathed but securely locked but with note telling them to pick up the key from Pandey-ji!

Pandey-ji was not all that bad a man but nevertheless being under his wings meant that there was a price to be paid and a part of it was being paid by Deepa right now, on the bridge. She had been sent on an errand and was expected to carry an important parcel back to Pandey-ji but Rudra was worried that the way that she was being searched could mean that she might get caught!

Deepa had already been stripped naked on the road but now she had to bend over for a cavity check! She clenched her lips in helpless anger as she felt thick fingers entering her anus and then her vagina, but had to keep quiet. Fortunately, the search was desultory since the louts were more interested in humiliating her than in actually looking for any contraband and so nothing of any value was found.

"Ok, you can now go back to you Pandey-ji and suck his little cock." Someone leered at her and Deepa had to clench her lips again to hold back the retort that had floated up her throat. But she kept her head down and without any further ado, put on her clothes, collected whatever remained of her fruits and vegetables in a bag and hurried off towards the Eastern end of the broken bridge.

The check post at the Eastern end was far more friendly since it was manned by Pandey-ji's thugs and Deepa breezed through them by merely showing the letter. Moments later, she spotted Rudra waiting for her with her bicycle and with a sigh of relief she rushed across and handed over the big bag.

Then she climbed, side saddle, onto the bar between the seat and the handle of the cycle and safely encircled by her son's hands, she set off for home.

Durga Puja had just got over and Deepawali, Kali Puja was a fortnight away. Today was Lakshmi Puja when the Goddess of Wealth is welcomed in the silvery light of the big, bright full moon and worshipped with fervor in many Bengali households. But Lakshmi had deserted Calcutta and it was just a pale spectre of its brilliant past. Unlike the vibrant festivities associated with this season of festivals, the city was brooding dark and sullen, waiting warily for the next calamity. But it was rare for anyone to be able to go out of Calcutta and even more rare for someone to actually come back.

Why did Deepa leave? and ....

"Have you brought back the parcel that Pandey-ji had asked for." Rudra asked her.

"Yes."

"What is that you have brought back?"

"Something amazing ... you would not believe it till I explain."

"And how come that those bastards did not find it."

"Your mother has many tricks up her sleeve," but her grin meant that she meant something quite different. "Lets get home, we are in for some interesting times."

END OF CHAPTER 1

Chapter 2

Part 1

It had been a long, tiring and dusty journey for Deepa and the first thing that she did after reaching their single room flat was to head for the bath, leaving Rudra to wait impatiently for the news of what she had brought back from Barakar. He had already looked through her bags and sack but other than the obviously innocent, though possibly useful, decoys like fruits and vegetables, there was nothing else that would have had Deepa make this long and painful journey. To kill time and also because it was getting late, Rudra worked on a simple dinner.

Deepa emerged from the bathroom with just a towel around her midriff. "So what has my son cooked for his mother tonight?"

"Not much, some noodles to go along with your fresh vegetables that I have stir fried just now."

"Good let us eat, because then there is a lot of work to be done." Deepa sat down on a sofa with a plate of steaming noodles that Rudra had placed in her hands.

"But first let me admire my beautiful mother in her freshly washed look."

She was a sight that would have sent blood rushing into any male penis and Rudra's was no exception! Tall and tough looking, Deepa was not your coy and candy like Bengali beauty. She was big, well built and tough and this was more than evident in her sharply chiselled features and strong jawline. Framing all this was a shock of long, wet hair, that fell well below her shoulders. But it was her eyes that were incredible. Large, limpid and framed between her gracefully arching eyebrows and the rise of her prominent cheek bones, they would have melted a hermit's heart! But hearts aside, the hermit's prick would have jumped as his gaze travelled down her slender neck down to the vast expanse of her bare shoulders and the rising swell of her breasts. After her bath, Deepa had just thrown a short towel over her that barely covered her torso and below it, the long stretch of her shapely legs were still glistening with a few drops of water that were dripping down her bare skin. Rudra sat down next to his mother and stroked the exposed part of her still wet thigh. Then he too started to eat.

"Now tell me, what is this that you have brought back from Barakar."

"I am not very sure what it is and what it does but let me tell you all that I have figured out so far."

"Whom did you meet?"

"Strangely enough, I did not meet anyone."

"Then how did you get what you have now brought back with you."

"It was kept in the almirah of the room of the hotel, or rather a guesthouse, that I had stayed in."

"What was there inside the almirah?"

"Nothing much, some loose papers."

"How did you know what was to be brought back?"

"I was told to look for a packet and it was right there. It had Pandey-ji's name on it and marked urgent."

"Someone with the other key had placed it there .. a standard double blind drop box."

"Yes, none of us got to see or meet the other. Yet the object was transferred to me."

"This must be something very important. Let me take a look."

"Aha! That is the challenge ..." Deepa had finished her dinner and handed her plate to Rudra who went and placed it in the sink.

"Why? What is the challenge?"

"The road from Barakar is fraught with danger and Pandey-ji had repeatedly warned me to be very careful about this device being stolen and robbed."

"If it was so important, why could he not go himself?"

"I think he has a problem."

"What?"

"You know we have never met him even though he communicates with us very regularly and takes good care of us."

"He should! After all you killed Bhola and handed over the city to him on a platter."

"True, but I think that all these gangsters are under pressure. They have their own enemies and hardly ever trust anyone."

"But he trusts you and sent you."

"We do not know what is in his mind."

"Fine, but where is the device.?"

"Well hidden." Deepa smirked.

"Oh come on, tell me .."

"It is in netherland," she smiled, and pointed to downward at her pussy!

"You have hidden it in your ... your .." For a few moments, Rudra was stuck without words.

"Yes, in my cunt," his mother completed the sentence for him. "I have hidden it in my vagina."

"But then, those thugs on the bridge, they searched you."