Father's Transfer Ch. 04

Next day in college, his mind was very worked up. Simple concentration on any subject was hard for him. His mind was constantly thinking about his mother Rekha. He could only see her face in all good-looking teachers. The entire time, he was hiding his eyes from the teacher when she would turn around to write on the blackboard and he would get a hard erection looking at teacher's ass in saree. He was not sure what was wrong with him. He used to be excited previously but the day before, he had already broken the ice with his mother, no actually, his mother Rekha had broken the ice and taken Karan's virginity and surrendered her own anal virginity. His thoughts were constantly moving in that direction. When it was lunch recess time, he decided to go home. It was a hard ride for him but he somehow managed to reach his building, hiding his excitement and tent. His penis was misbehaving even after he had masturbated and discharged in the college toilet, a first time for him to do something like masturbation on the college premises. There too, he would start with his hot teacher's ass but end up with his mother's face when it came down to imaginary penetration and he came hard.

It was no respite because when he was walking through the building, he was accosted by Mrs. Pooja Goswami. She was on her way to kitty party and when she saw Karan coming into the building, she inquired,

"Karan, everything fine? You seem to have come early today."

Karan smiled at her bending oddly at his waist to hide his erection and replied,

"I am not feeling well. I think I need to take rest."

Mrs. Pooja looked concerned and took away his college bag and escorted him. She started chatting with him about the weather not being good and that even Kasturi, her daughter has had fever a week ago when she had to skip college. Waiting for the elevator, Pooja looked at Karan's face and used her hand to place it on his forehead to check for temperature. Karan surely was having a fever. It would have been mild, and he was complaining of headache. Pooja stepped into the elevator and turned to hold Karan's hand to get him in. Karan got a jolt of his lifetime again. Mrs. Pooja had one of the biggest asses in the building and when she went into the elevator, her fragrance and her big ass literally pumped blood on adrenaline into his already erect penis.

Pooja saw the movement in Karan's crotch and was flabbergasted. She was known to be the hottest lady in her group, but Karan was sporting instant erection and that too when he was not feeling well, sent her mind reeling. Her hand instead of holding Karan's hand slipped and she hit her hand delicately into Karan's crotch. Karan was surprised but as he stepped in, he could feel Pooja's hand getting more deeply making a complete inspection of his erection in his trousers. It was electrifying and Karan started raising his eyes. He could not get past her big breasts which were jutting out from her tight T-shirt. As the elevator doors closed, Karan felt a hard squeeze on his penis, and he came hard. His legs wobbled and he nearly fell forward onto Pooja. His face was on her breasts, and he moaned hard and his legs shaking from the intense orgasm, he fell in the elevator, grazing Pooja's breasts, her paunchy stomach and then her thighs in the tights. Karan had his eyes closed and Pooja was very scared at what had happened. Pooja had a crush for young men, and she had been placed in a position she could not control. She was genuinely concerned about Karan and was trying to hold his hand. But when her eyes met his crotch and her hand missed his hand, she allowed her hand to get the benefit of doubt. While she confirmed that she had a very hard effect on him, she was not sure why young man like Karan, faint with pleasure at just a hard squeeze. She behaved as if it was a mistake and said,

"Karan beta, what is wrong with you? Sorry, my hand slipped. I hope I did not touch anything sensitive."

Karan felt ashamed and, in his mind, it was purely his problem. He was the one who was looking at Pooja lustily and he could not see her hand she had offered, and it was his mistake to drive himself forward as the elevator door was closing and he orgasmed because Pooja auntie's hand touched his crotch. His mind had already forgotten about the hard squeeze that his penis had been subjected to.

Karan slowly got up and took support of the elevator wall and apologized profusely,

"Very sorry Pooja auntie. I fell because of weakness."

Pooja replied,

"You really are ill. Don't worry, I would guide you to your house so that you do not fall again."

Pooja could clearly see a dark wet patch on Karan's trouser near his crotch. Pooja was delighted. She then helped Karan with her shoulder support, walking him to his house from the elevator. Ringing the doorbell had no effect. When no one answered the door for a few minutes, Pooja rang the doorbell to Ria's door. Shriya opened the door and looked at the distressed face of Karan supported by Pooja holding Karan's bag. Pooja and Shriya both supported Karan, making him sleep on the sofa in the living room. Karan had nearly fainted. Pooja explained to Shriya what happened in lift, which was he fell from exhaustion. She as a good citizen of the building, was helping Karan reach his house but no one seems to be answering. Shriya explained, "Rekha has gone to Satsang and would return when Karan was supposed to be back from college. I can take care of him till then."

Pooja left with urgency to attend kitty party. Karan was sleeping, in fact snoring, with the exhaustion of whatever had transpired. Previous day's motherly love and that day's mind fuck had drained him completely. Shriya switched on the fan and came to touch Karan's forehead. It was hot. She tried calling Rekha, but her phone was switched off. Satsang had become very formal with no cell phone disturbance. Shriya decided to use the old method of using ice cold water band to place on Karan's forehead like she would do for Ria. While she was busy doing it, her gaze fell on Karan's crotch which had a dark patch of wetness on his trousers. She felt sorry for Karan. She thought the boy was suffering from fever and exhaustion and may have pissed in his pants. She wanted to wake him up, but he was still sleeping and her motherly instinct told her not to disturb him.

Shriya was feeling sad for Karan. And looking at his crotch, she felt her own feelings raging. She had always felt Karan was the most handsome person. She wanted Karan to be her future son-in-law, but only if Ria agreed. From her own experience so far, she knew Ria had a soft corner for Karan and Karan looked lovingly at Ria. She felt gloomier but she decided to at least check and clean the trousers. With doubt and hesitation, she moved herself close to Karan's crotch. She was half expecting herself to revolt at the pungent smell of piss, but she immediately recognized the aroma of jism. She was utterly confused. Why was Karan in this state when Pooja left him here? Did Pooja do something with Karan? Her mind rationalized that if Karan had gone to college and his bag is the proof for it, then Pooja was not someone who would have done anything. But she still thought about asking Karan once he woke up from his sleep. She knew Mrs. Pooja Goswami had a penchant for young blood and she was known to be sexy and seductive.

Presently Shriya was full of doubt and not sure what she wanted to do next. Karan was sleeping like a log. She decided after a few minutes of introspection that she should at least check if everything is fine with Karan in his crotch. She loosened his belt, reaching for the button of his trousers to unfasten it. She lovingly pulled down his trousers to his thighs, taking care to lift Karan's buttocks a bit off the sofa. Her hand touching his firm butt, sent currents through her body. She was used to going without sex for a long time in her marriage, but this is just a clean-up job, she told herself repeatedly. The erotic aroma of Karan's jism hit her nose even more clearly while her eyes looked at the wetness which was too much for his light blue underwear. The dark patch of his cum was spread far with his bulge evident, showing off a thick droplet of accumulated cum near his bulge. It was this notorious drop and the wet patch of his underwear that had resulted in his trousers getting wet.

Shriya started breathing deeply. The sight was exciting her beyond control. Her heart was racing. She glanced at the watch and ensured that there was enough time in hand. She again waited and struggled for a few minutes before she finally put her hands on the sides of Karan's underwear and pulled it down to the trousers level with care. Karan's semi erect penis flopped out of the confinements of his underwear but what surprised Shriya was the amount of cum that had accumulated around his pubic hair and around the sides of his balls which were engorged and seemed a bit red from being squeezed together by his own legs with the way he had been sleeping on the sofa.

Shriya looked at Karan's innocent face trying to control herself but even when she was looking at him and contemplating to get a towel or a napkin to clean the mess, her hand instinctively held Karan's semi erect penis and tried to raise it up. She looked down at his crotch and was thrilled to see that his penis was acting sensitively, rising to her gentle touch. A moan escaped Karan's mouth while Shriya's hand got a small spurt of his semen which ejaculated from his penis. The residual cum which would have got trapped in Karan's penis, finally got itself released out in the open world and into the caring hand of Shriya. Shriya jumped at this looking at Karan's face to check if he was still sleeping while her hand caressed his penis lovingly, spreading his cum over his penis. She got carried away in no time. Her hand was now moving at a good pace over Karan's hardening penis. She could not believe that Karan's penis was fully erect even in his state of fever. She wanted to give benefit of doubt to Karan that this was not his doing at all. She felt he was deprived of his sexual release and that would have resulted in a pent-up explosion. She felt current of excitement running through her body, mostly her own cunt getting wet at the hand job which she was giving. She raised her kameez over her tummy and tucked the end down her cleavage and gap between the neck of the kameez and her breasts to secure it in place. This gave her other hand freedom to pull her salwar's string which resulted in it dropping to her knees, facilitating her to touch her cunt over her red panties. She was flabbergasted to feel the amount of built-up of her own juices. Her panties were wet, no, soaking wet. She rubbed her cunt with the other hand while she continued shaking Karan's penis.

She had not behaved like this wantonly ever before and that too not with anyone, not even her husband. This was a very different experience for her. She let go of Karan's penis and pulled her panties to her thighs with both hands and then used her hands, one on her dripping cunt while the other to caress her erect clitoris. Masturbation was a peaceful activity which she had learnt the hard way but that day she learnt that masturbation done the hard way leads to a violent and high-pitched state of orgasm. She screamed as she felt her body shake with so much pleasure. Her fingers were literally crushing her clitoris while she was rubbing her cunt lips hard when she lost the sense of her surrounding screaming,

"Oh! Gooooodddddd! Karan, you are so good! Fuck, this is the best orgasm I ever had. Oh fuck, fuck, fuck."

Her body jerked at least two three times before she came back to her senses. Her hand was wet with her own juices that were released from her orgasmic peak. She stood up from beside the sofa and walked awkwardly to get her towel from her bedroom.

When she returned, she was still walking awkwardly with her cunt still exposed, but her cunt was hot, and her hands were dry. She again went on her knees beside the sofa, caringly holding Karan's erection which had still not subsided even with no attention from her hand. She used her towel to clean the cum off Karan, rubbing his pubic hair, squeezing his balls, and stroking his penis with the towel. She was surprised that Karan had not ejaculated from her hand job. He was still erect. She looked at his face. He was still sleeping innocently, not aware of what was happening to him. Shriya decided that she should be good to Karan because unknowingly, he had been involved in connecting her to her best orgasm. She was not sure if he was a virgin like most of the boys before marriage. She was still feeling guilty, but she could not let this slip from her hands. She squatted over Karan's thighs with her knees spread and resting on either side of his thighs. She held his erect penis with her hand and guided it to her cunt which was again wet with anticipation of getting fucked by a virgin boy of her choice. Her mind told her that it was the right thing to do for both.

She slowly positioned and came down on his penis head with her wet cunt. She felt weak in her knees as Karan's hard penis started its ascent into her wet cunt. She slowly descended her body, engulfing his penis with her cunt. In no time, Shriya was completely resting her crotch into Karan's crotch, his penis deep within her. Shriya felt bad about this, but she was out of her mind. She started moving up and down, the room filled with the sound of her salwar rubbing hard on his trousers, and the fuch fuch sound of her fucking Karan. At this time, she was using her hands to press her breasts in the salwar, moving herself at a good pace to enjoy the fucking when Karan moaned and spoke in his sleep,

"Oh! Ria! Oh! Oh!"

Shriya felt guilty and happy at the same time. Guilty because she was fucking her future son-in-law and happy that Karan was still asleep and enjoying the pleasures which he felt was from Ria rather than her mother Shriya.

Karan woke up slightly from his fever induced sleep. Shriya saw him open his eye lids partially. Shriya froze and stopped all her jumping around over Karan's penis. Karan was still in a daze and asked,

"Ria, thank God, you are here. There is something wrong with me. Can you please get my mother?"

Shriya was shell shocked. She was not sure what to do. Her excitement and all her pleasures were going to be caught. She moved her face down to Karan's face and kissed his lips. Karan in his daze, kissed back hard. He raised his hands to hold onto Shriya head and kept kissing her hard. Shriya melted with the way Karan was kissing. She could not believe that Karan was now, not only kissing her, but his hips were moving up and down on the sofa, fucking Shriya at shallow depth. Shriya whispered in Karan's ears,

"You are hallucinating from fever, Karan. Go to sleep, I am here to take care of you."

Karan felt the voice soothing but to his mind, it was clear that this was not Ria. He replied,

"Is this you mommy? Oh! Thank God. Please help take care of me."

Shriya felt odd but she had no other thoughts at that time. She started jumping over Karan with speed because she was so excited that a release was the only way she could come to control the situation. Karan fell asleep again from exhaustion. Shriya's heart was pounding hard from the risk of getting caught as well as the shame it would have been. But she knew deep down that Karan was in daze because his erection was still intact and she was enjoying the fucking way better than her regular sex with her husband. Shriya decided that Karan could wake up soon and so she focused on increasing her speed of movement. She kept her hands on his shoulders while she pumped her body on Karan's penis hard. She reached the point of orgasm again and this time she shuddered even harder. Her body convulsed and shivered as she felt the pleasurable waves emanate from her cunt and hit her mind. She looked up at the ceiling as she moved very gently to extend her orgasm on Karan's penis. While she was at it, she felt Karan's penis jerk and then she was rewarded with his cumshot right into her wet juicy orgasmed cunt. Shriya convulsed more with this eruption of cum in her, clamping down her body so that her cunt can take all the cum that Karan was ejaculating deep in herself. She screamed as she came down the peak. She looked at Karan's face and felt relieved that he was sleeping.

Shriya came off Karan and rushed to the bathroom awkwardly. She was still fertile enough to bear a child. She always kept things ready for any eventuality with her husband having ruptured his condom previously. She cleaned herself and came back dressed. She cleaned Karan with her towel once again caringly dressed him up. The wetness was still on his trousers, but the room was now filled with the scent of sweat and sex. Shriya touched Karan's forehead with love and affection and to her surprise, with all the sweating and wetness, Karan's fever had cooled down. It felt as if he was just exhausted and perspiring like being near a hot water spring. Karan opened his eyes again, this time he seemed to have a better eye contact with Shriya and was taken aback a bit saying,

"Shriya aunty. I am sorry. I am not sure you were here. I thought, I was with my mother."

Shriya too was surprised but she was more interested in knowing about Karan's state of mind and his memory on what had transpired between them just a while ago. She asked innocently, "Karan, you had high fever and you were I guess hallucinating. You had talked to me twice, do you remember?"

Karan kept quite for a while. His mind was becoming clearer. I recalled getting his satisfaction from fucking and it was not a dream. He added two and two together and was clear that Shriya aunty had helped him calm down his erection through careful fucking. He used his senses to feel his penis in the trousers and he felt it was drier than previously. He also felt satisfied and that his penis was not moving or gaining the strength to show it's might. He remembered how Pooja aunty had left him at Shriya aunty's place when her mother Rekha had not answered the doorbell. He also remembered and felt the squeeze which Pooja aunty had applied to his erect penis in that elevator and his mind was now awake completely to understand how this entire chain of events had started. He wanted to tactfully keep quite about it or say it out loud, he was not clear. He did enjoy all the parts of it, and his mind told him that if he behaved in a civilized manner, may be there can be repeat performance possible. He finally replied, "Shriya aunty, I think I was under tremendous pressure. The last I remember is losing my consciousness over because of some strong emotions."

Karan acted as if he was still not fully recovered and placed his hand on his crotch as if checking if there was any evidence of any erection left. His hand was on the towel which was on his trousers. Shriya looked at Karan and she too felt that Karan may not have fully recovered. She decided to play along saying, "Do you remember falling in elevator when you were with Pooja aunty? Did she do something to you to help which resulted in your fall?"

Karan became conscious. He knew motherly love and instinct are always first about caring, love and then jealousy. He tried to be diplomatic in his response, "I don't remember. I know I fell down over her body and she tried to hold onto me but I anyway fell down on the elevator floor."

Shriya visualized the response and she felt clearly that Karan would have brushed against the sexy body of Pooja and he would surely have got a massive erection and partial release in the process. Her mind was inflamed with desire again. She did not want to get into the mode of excitement and lose control over herself. Then she asked Karan to rest while she told him that she would make some hot tea for him which would refresh him.

While Shriya was making the tea, the doorbell rang. She looked at the clock and realized it was Ria's time to come home. She went to open the door asking Karan to sleep as he was. Ria walked in saying, "Maa, I am hungry. I would not mind having some hot instant noodles along with tea..."

Ria was surprised to see Karan lying on the sofa and her eyes met Karan's eyes. There was broad smile on both faces together and Shriya saw that with her own eyes. She had tears in her eyes when Ria rushed to Karan and they started chatting with Ria squatting beside the sofa, nearly in the same way like Shriya was. The tear was of guilt and not joy. Joy was there, but the guilt of having fucked Karan was higher. Shriya heard sounds of overflowing tea due to unattended gas stove and she ran towards the kitchen.

Ria quickly raised herself and placed her lips on Karan's lips. Karan too deeply kissed Ria but both became conscious that Shriya may come in any time. Ria looked closely and asked, "Karan, you seem to have been perspiring a lot. And why the bedsheet on your body?"

Karan replied, "I had fever I suppose. But your mother really helped me get rid of it."

Shriya came out with two cups of tea saying, "Ria, Karan. Have this tea together. I will make instant noodles for both of you along with some tea for me."

Ria moved backwards to help her mother put the tea cups on the tiny table at the end of sofa and her eyes fell on Karan's crotch which surprisingly was flat even with her kiss but she could see there was a towel there and her mind whirled when she placed the design and pattern to be her mother's bath towel. Ria asked her mother innocently,

"Is that your towel that here?"

Shriya was shocked. In the conversation with Karan, making tea and in the time that Ria arrived, she had forgotten to remove the towel from over the trousers. Shriya felt guilt and guilty at the same time but she quickly made up responding,

"Karan had little bed wetting problem, I guess. I tried to cover it."

Karan interjected, "Yes, Ria, I had somehow wetted my trousers. Shriya aunty helped reduce my fever and also covered up my shame."

Ria shied but then retorted, "What! But with your towel?"

Shriya quickly added, "Ria, that is what I could get my hands on. It is easier to get a towel washed instead of the bedsheet, you know."

Ria was not convinced but her feelings towards Karan took over. Karan sat up. He and Ria started having tea while Shriya went to the kitchen. She felt relieved that it had passed. But while she was cooking, Ria came in the kitchen asking, "Maa, there is foul smell coming in the living room. I think the towel is also smelling dirty. I hope Karan has not embarrassed you with his bed wetting."

Shriya controlled her tone and replied, "No, Ria. He was suffering from very high fever and was unconscious when he was dropped here by Pooja aunty. I felt very sad for him because Rekha aunty was not at home and so I..."

The phone rang and the caller ID showed Rekha's name. Shriya picked up the phone asking Ria with her eyes to watch the noodles getting cooked. Shriya explained the entire thing on the phone to Rekha while Rekha caught the auto rickshaw from the Satsang.

By the time Rekha reached Shriya's home, Ria, Karan and Shriya were sitting on the dining table and had cleared out the instant noodles and the tea. They were merrily chatting and Karan was feeling as if he had not fallen ill with fever at all.