Self-fulfilling Prophecy

Jeyalaxshmi (aka Jeya), a widow of 40 years, lives in a beautiful town in Southern Tamil Nadu along with her son Jegan who is now 25 years old. She lost her husband when her son was 15 years old. Since then her son has worked as hard as he can to keep the family afloat. They have no relatives and only had each other’s back for emotional support.

Speaking of Jeya, she is an average looking South-Indian woman, who wears only saree even at home. She was skinny when she married her husband but now at the age of 40, she has put on some weight across all parts of her body. She is whitish in complexion, has medium sized breasts but a thick, dark, poking nipples. Her belly and buttocks have puffed up with the addition of extra flesh as a result of her age.

Her son Jegan is a self-employed businessman. His mother means everything for him and has done all that he can to keep her well-fed and happy. Due to the nature of his business, without fitness workouts, Jegan’s body is a stunner. With well shaped arms, chest, and shoulder, Jegan also has a not-so hyped six pack abs. His penis is 8 inches long which corresponds to his overall height of 6’4.”Appa! Now, I’m finally relieved to see you back home at least by 10:00 pm today. I missed having my big man around the house,” said Jeya.

“Amma, you’ve been calling me your big man ever since I was fifteen years old since Appa died,” replied Jegan.”Yes, but now you are my big man, you’re twenty five and I missed you more than you know whenever you are not around at home,” said Jeya.“I understand Amma, but what to do, money too is important right! I am forced to work for more money so that I can keep you happy forever,” replied Jegan. Jeya looked at Jegan in pride and brushed his cheeks with her arms in affection.

They watched TV while having dinner. Jeya left for bed while Jegan watched TV for some more time. When Jeya was asleep, she had a dream about Jegan appearing bare-chested with just his shorts on cleaning up the house. She would remain stuck gazing at the angular and proportionate view of her son’s chest, the tightness of his navel, and the cuts around his arms with the sweat glistening across his body. She woke up feeling weird about her dream. She wasn’t quite sure what to make of it; what did the dream mean, she thought.

Next day morning, Jegan was arranging a few things in his bag to be taken to his shop. Jeya just woke up and freshen herself up. Just as she entered the kitchen, she heard Jegan yell “Aiyo!” She ran in to see what he did. He was holding his hand; he had cut his finger trying to open a sharp edged steel box. Jeya ran over to him “Kanna, please let me see that” she said. He was holding his finger and blood was running down his arm. “Here, sit down,” she said to Jegan. “Let me look at it.” She got a paper towel and wiped the blood off his finger to look at the cut.

It was still bleeding, so she told Jegan to put pressure on the cut while she went to the store-room to get an ointment for cuts and bruises. She bent over him, looking at his cut and was satisfied of the fact that it wasn’t too deep. She put some ointment on his cut and spread it across the cut. She was focusing so much on his cut, that she wasn’t paying attention to Jegan. When she looked at him, she saw he was staring down her blouse. She looked down herself and saw what he saw; an unobstructed view of her poking nipples against her blouse, as she never wears bra at home.

She realized that as she bent down to treat her son her pallu had slipped, giving her son the view of her poking nipples and her plump navel. Jeya stood up like nothing had happened and adjusted her saree. Being an elderly lady she understood that her son too has sexual feelings and emotions towards the opposite sex. She cursed herself for not making any effort to find a suitable bride for him. Had her son got married by now, what interest could he have in looking at a pair of forty year old tits, other than a quick peak.

Mom and son had their breakfast in silence. Jeya wanted to break the ice and so she started. I must first find a beautiful girl for my handsome son. What an idiot I am in not understanding my son’s feelings. Jegan understood the undertones of his mother.”I’m sorry Amma, I was a little curious then, as I never saw you like that before.” He looked at her and continued, “I’m sorry Amma, I didn’t mean to a fend you, I shouldn’t have looked, but I couldn’t help myself. Will you forgive me?” Asked Jegan.

“En Thangamae, I’m not angry with you. No man has seen mine like that before. Not even your dad. In fact he often complained that he had bigger breasts than mine” as Jeya uttered these words she gave a giggle in embarrassment to have spoken of such things to her son. “Sorry Raja, I shouldn’t have spoken to you about my marriage secrets.””That’s alright Amma, you can talk about anything you like,” replied Jegan. Days just passed. On a Sunday morning, when Jegan was on leave, they decided to clean up the house. To Jeya’s disbelief, Jegan wore the same shorts which she saw in dream with nothing covering his chest.

They worked most of the morning, moving boxes and other things. Throwing things out and condensing what was left. Jeya couldn’t help but react the way she did in her dream. She was awestruck at the view of her son’s well developed and manly body. He was whitish in complexion, like she was, but had nicely developed muscles for his size.

She too caught Jegan starring at her while they were working and he didn’t think she would notice. It usually was when she was bending down and he got a good look at her cleavage. He also relished the sweat running through her body as it soaked her blouse, making her nipples visible although the view was somewhat opaque. Whenever she squatted, he got a hard-on looking at the flesh around her buttocks.

In early afternoon they finally finished the work. Jegan went into the hall and sat on the sofa, while Jeya got them both a cup of tea. “Kanna, you must be tired, have this cup of tea” she said when she handed him the cup of tea. When Jegan looked up at his mother, she didn’t look right. He inquired what happened to her. She responded saying, “My shoulder and back hurts, I think I over did it this morning.”

“Amma, let me give you a back-rub.” Offered Jegan. “That will make you feel better.”

Jeya initially refused but was later on made to lie on her stomach on the sofa by her loving son.

Jegan began to rub the back of his mother; it felt good to Jeya, very good. She didn’t seem to notice when his hand lowered the waist line of her saree down and catch her hips firmly. Even when he brushed his palm across her buttocks. Or even when he brushed the sides of her breasts. Jeya was just enjoying her backrub.

Nothing much happened the rest of the day, but that night Jeya had more dreams about Jegan, this time they were more erotic. She would strip herself naked in front of her son, while he would be dumbstuck at the view of her thick and wide nipples. She then would strip off her son’s shorts and catch his erect penis. Jeya awoke from her sleep and thought about her dream, what the hell were these dreams about her son all about. Did she have a secret desire for him? She didn’t know what to make of it, hell she thought, I haven’t had sex in a long while, he’s the only man who has shown interest in me, that probably all there is to it.

She got up and saw Jegan was up and outside already, speaking to some business client at the entrance of the house. She threw on clothes and decided to do the laundry. She stripped the sheets off her bed and Jegan’s bed. As she was pulling the sheet off his bed, something was pulled out from under his mattress, it was a diary. She wondered what he writes on the diary. She flipped through a couple of pages. They all had his business plans and strategy. Just as she was about to throw back the diary back at where it belonged to, she slipped into a couple of pages that had contents with her name on it.

The title read “Dreams about my mother Jeya.” As she read, she was shocked yet surprised that her son almost had the same dream that she had. She read her son describe a dream where she was stripping her blouse and exposing her breasts to him. She was awestruck by the accuracy with which he had described how her nipples looked. Till date only herself and her husband knew how thick and poking her nipples look. She wondered how did he know.

Beyond all, she was shocked that Jegan had sexually fantasies about her! He wanted to screw his own mother!! She didn’t know what to do, panic set in. She put the diary back where she found them and left his room quickly. While she started the laundry she checked at the bathroom door whether are there any holes through which her son could peep her while she was taking bath. But she found none. That entire day was too confusing and shocking for Jeya.

She spent the rest of the day in her room, thinking about Jegan and her. She thought about the way how her dreams and his coincided? She continued to have monologues within herself such as, sexual fantasies for males is okay but is it okay for females? Is it okay for a mother like me? If it isn’t, then am I a pervert?  I do like his company and enjoyed looking at his body. He too had a desire for me based on the way he stared at my nipples before and the way he caressed her breast and butt while he gave me a massage.

Then she thought, maybe he didn’t really have a desire for her. Maybe he just did to jack himself off. She spent all afternoon in her room thinking about these things and more. She finally came to a conclusion; she would have a talk with Jegan and find out just what were his feelings.  If he just does things to satisfy himself, there was no problem other than her embarrassment. If he had feelings for her, then she will have to get him married. But that little pulsating question that she preferred not to answer was, “Wouldn’t I like it, if my son actually made love with me?” She picked up the phone and called her son. “Jegan,” she called out, “Where are you?”

“I’m in my shop,” replied Jegan.”Can you close it for today and come back home? I want to talk to you about something very important.” said Jeya. Jegan came back home and they had a quite lunch. Then Jeya called him to her bedroom, although the she could have opened the topic right at the hall. Jegan went in and asked “What’s it Amma?” Jeya cleared her throat and thought for a few seconds before she started to talk. “Kanna, I don’t know how to say this any other way, so I’ll just say it. I was changing the sheets on your bed the other day and I found your diary hidden under the mattress.”

Jegan’s face got very red, “Amma, that is, I…”Jeya cut him off, “Wait until I’m finished, I’ve been thinking about what to say all afternoon. Jegan I know you’re a twenty-five year old man and your sex drive is very strong.””Mom,” interrupted Jegan again.”No, let me finish. I know you have strong feelings of love for me. Sometimes these feelings of love can be mistaken for feelings of lust. With wife you can love with sex, but with amma you must love with only affection and care, that’s what our society would also accept.”

“Mom, let me talk,” said Jegan rather forcibly, “I do love you more than anything in life, and I want to show you all forms of love including sex, and keep you happy as long as I am alive. That is what I have in mind.” Replied Jegan. Jegan continued. “You think, I don’t know your sexual thirsts amma. You may think I may have no idea about it, but from now on correct yourself. When dad was alive he abuses you saying that you were the ugliest lady on the planet. He never sleeps with you. He goes with other women instead of you. And one day when he was having an affair with another married woman he was spotted and killed by her husband.”

Jeya never moved in shock. She wanted to conceal the truth from her son. But perhaps her son’s business contacts might have revealed him the truth, she thought to herself. Jegan continued. “That’s why ever since dad’s gone, I’ve done everything possible to keep you happy. But I don’t know what to do to keep you happy in terms of sex. I also know you are sex-starved for over 15 years.” Jeya interrupted. “Yes I am without sex, but who told you that I am in need of sex-starved?” Jegan decided to break it.

“I know that you too have a crush on me mom.” Before he continued, he ripped open his shirt and revealed his bare body to his mother. Not anticipating this action, Jeya gulped some air and opened her mouth as she saw her son reveal his manly body to her. Looking at his bare chest Jegan continued, “I know you like them mom. I’ve caught you staring at my chest and vest many times before. Only to give you an indication that I too like you, I stared at them that long the other day.” Finished Jegan hinting at his mom’s breasts. “Jegan, you like to make love with this ugly lady?” asked Jeya.

Jegan just pointed his index finger below his shorts were he could show her the hard-on he is having after expressing his ideas this openly with his own mother. “My mother is not ugly to me, she is a love goddess.” replied Jegan. “Jegan, …” Jeya stammered for words. As she recomposed herself, she continued, “Kanna, we are mother and son. Our society comes to knows about it will never accept sex.”  “Even normal husband and wives don’t do sex in the open street for the society to know,” replied Jegan promptly.

“Forget the society Kanna, but don’t you know that a man can have sex with anybody except his mother?” Said Jeya. Jegan with a smile in his face cool gestured his mother to look out through the window at her neighbor’s house. She noticed that the door was locked but when she focused clearly she could find that a male and female dog were having sex in front of the door. As she was familiar with her neighbor she identified that the female was the mother of the male’s dog.

Jegan then replied pointing at those dogs “They were once wolves, we were once apes, but we all belonged to the same forest. What works for them also works for us. Don’t bitches have periods?” Jegan threw back the question at his mother. Jegan’s answers disabled Jeya to argue anyfurther. She was enjoying her son’s answers. As they not only made her defenseless but they also convinced her of the fact that sex with her own son was normal and must be enjoyed. But her egotistical conscience made her ask another question.

“What about God, Jegan? Won’t He disapprove it?” Jegan replied, “If mother-son sex is wrong to the view of God, then why should that God give me the dream of seeing my own mother topless?” Now Jeya started believing that sex with her son is the destiny of God has offered her to fulfill her sexual thirst. Else why would He give the same dream to both mother and son? Moreover, why should that God give her such a handsome son, and that too why should He keep them alone at home through killing her husband?

Jeya decided to wait no further. She asked, “Do you still get the dream of watching me like that Kanna?” “Yes, Amma, sometimes that scene repeats when I am asleep,” replied Jegan. “Do you know how correct you were in describing my nipples?” Asked Jeya. “Mom?” Jegan gave a look of disbelief. He never thought this is the day he’d been waiting for years. “Jegan” said Jeya in a husky voice. Would you like to see a how accurate your descriptions are?”

“Y.. Yes” stammered Jegan, unable to believe how quickly things are working. Jeya stood in front of him and slowly undid the pallu of her saree. The sound of fabric as she removed them off her waist gave him a hard on, as he stood admiring his mother’s plump belly and her deep navel. Jeya let her saree drop to the floor. She was dressed only in her blouse and petticoat before her son.

Next, unhooked the buttons of her blouse one by one. Jegan could feel a tingly little air rush from his liver up to his throat. When she undid her blouse, in a slow motion she opened her blouse across to show her son her naked breasts. She heard Jegan gasp when her nipples came into view.  Next, she pulled the elastic that was holding her petty coat to her waist, and let them fall to the ground. She noticed her son’s penis jump as he for the first time in his life saw a woman’s vagina that to of his own mother’s.

“How right were you, Kanna? See how your words exactly describe my tits,” said Jeya. Jegan stared at his naked mother standing before him. The most striking feature of his mother was her thick nipples and her hairy pussy. He had looked at her breasts many times with her blouse on. He had looked at the V-shape formed in her saree whenever he looked at her pussy, but nothing so mesmerizing as seeing his own mother naked. His eyes now focused on her nipples; to his amazement they were as how he dreamt of. He loved her nipples, they were so hard. He couldn’t wait to put one between his lips and suck and bite it.

“Now let’s see how grown up my son has become,” said Jeya. She leaned over him and removed his shorts. Now it was her turn to gasp when his penis came into view. It was about seven or eight inches long and was fairly thick, Jeya was already imagining what it would feel like in her pussy. She took off his shorts and threw them on the floor, now they were both naked.  Jeya wrapped her arms around her son and took him to the bed. She climbed onto the bed with her son and laid on top of him.

She looked into his eyes and she saw the desire that she felt.  “Yen thangamae, enough of our wait, let’s love!” she muttered and mashed her lips against his and her tits against his chest.  She shoved her tongue into his mouth, as the kiss continued; she was the aggressor, she was in control. She reached down between her legs and found his stiff young cock, she had to feel it inside of her, now! She grabbed a hold of it, placed it at the opening to her pussy and sat up. His cock slid right inside of her, rather easily. Jegan’s cock felt so much better than her finger which kept her somewhat satisfied for the last fifteen years.

“Amma, I can’t believe I’m actually fucking you. After all these years of fantasizing about you, my penis is inside of you,” said Jegan.”Fuck now, talk latter,” replied a very turned on Jeya. She bounced up and down on her son’s hard cock, talk about being kinky, she thought. She grabbed his hands and placed them on her breasts. Jegan took the hint and began to play with them.

“Don’t play with just the nipples,” commanded Jeya. “Take my whole boob, and milk it, while you play with my nipples.” She looked down into the face of her son, which was filled with desire. She continued bouncing up and down on her son’s hard cock. She looked at Jegan again and his face was contorted. She knew he was ready to come and so was she. ”

Aaah! Ssss! Sugama irukuthu da kanna, innum nalla, nalla aluthi pudi en chellamae, aah, sss, mm ooo … oooooooh ……..” Jeya’s moans were getting harder. Jegan’s hips were leaping off the bed to meet his mother’s downward thrusts, All of a sudden, he yelled, “Amma, aaaah, aaah, amma, I’m coming, I’m coming. Aaaaaaaaaah!” Jeya moaned back. “Ammavukkum varudu da Kanna, sss … aaah … sss … aah … sss .. aaaaaaaah!” she yelled. And she collapsed on top of her son; however, her hips were still moving in small circle, milking every last drop of come out her son’s penis. After a few minutes of enjoying the high of their first orgasm together, Jeya felt her son’s cock inside of her, still hard.