Erotic Holi Tale (Bhang ke nashe mein) – Part 2

“Neither did I,” she confessed, her voice filled with wonder and desire. “But now that we’ve tasted it, we can’t go back.” Her hands slid down to his cock, already hard and eager, standing tall and proud between his legs. She began to stroke him gently.

Her movements echo the flow of the water, their eyes never breaking contact. The shower’s spray grew more intense as Aditya’s passion grew, the water beating down on them like a drumbeat, setting the tempo for their lovemaking. He groaned, his hips bucking slightly as her hand moved faster.

“Ma,” he breathed, his eyes half-lidded with pleasure. “It feels so good.”

“I know, beta,” she murmured, her voice a sultry whisper. “And it’s only going to get better.” With a mischievous smile, she bent down. Her mouth closed around the head of his cock, her tongue swirling around the sensitive tip.

Aditya’s breath hitched, his hands tightening on her shoulders. “Ma,” he gasped, his knees threatening to buckle. “What are you doing?”

“Guiding us,” she said, her voice muffled by his flesh. “Letting our desires lead us further into the unknown.” She took him deeper into her mouth, her cheeks hollowing with each suck. Her hand worked in tandem with her tongue.

Aditya’s head fell back, his eyes rolling up in his head. He had never felt anything so exquisite, so wrong and yet so right. “Ma,” he groaned, his voice a plea for more. Chaitali took it as her cue. Her movements grew more urgent. Her mouth slid down his shaft until he could feel the back of her throat.

The water ran over her, turning her hair into a river of ink that flowed down her back. It mingled with the colours that still clung to her skin. Aditya’s eyes remained glued to hers. The love and need in her gaze, a heady aphrodisiac, made him want her more.

Her hand left his cock to cup his balls, her fingers gently rolling them in a rhythm that made his legs tremble. His hips jerked, his body responding instinctively to the pleasure she gave him. “Ma,” he whispered, his voice strained. “I’m going to come.”

With a final, lingering suck, she pulled away, standing to press her body against his. “Inside me,” she demanded, her voice a low growl of desire. “I want to feel you fill me up.”

Without another word, Aditya spun her around, her back to the water now, the warmth of the shower a stark contrast to the coolness of the tiles beneath her. He positioned himself at her entrance, their eyes locked in a silent challenge, a promise of more to come.

With one powerful thrust, he was inside her again. The head of his cock pushed past the tight ring of muscle that guarded her pussy. Chaitali gasped, her eyes fluttering closed as the sensation of fullness overwhelmed her. Aditya’s hands found her hips, his grip firm as he began to move, his strokes long and deep.

The water rained down on them, a symphony of sensation that seemed to amplify every touch, every kiss. Chaitali’s breasts bounced with the force of their coupling, the water teasing her nipples into hard peaks that begged for attention.

She reached back, her hand finding him, guiding it to her chest. “Ma,” he murmured, his voice a ragged growl, “you’re so beautiful.” Their breaths mingled in the steamy air, the sound of their skin slapping together a testament to their need.

Aditya leaned forward, his chest pressing against her back. His mouth found the sensitive spot just behind her ear. “I love you,” he whispered. The words were a declaration that seemed to resonate through the very marrow of her bones.

Chaitali’s eyes snapped open, a mix of shock and elation flooding through her. “Beta,” she gasped, her voice shaking with emotion. “I love you too.” The confession seemed to unleash a maelstrom of passion within them both, their bodies moving faster, more urgently.

Aditya’s hands slid up her torso, his thumbs brushing against her clit as he fucked her from behind. The pleasure was almost unbearable, a crescendo that built with each passing second. “Ma,” he groaned, his voice a harsh rasp. “I’m going to come.”

Her orgasm was close, the pressure in her core coiling tight like a spring. “Come inside me,” she panted the words, a command that sent him over the edge. He slammed into her one last time, his cock pulsing with the force of his release.

Their bodies trembled together, the aftershocks of their climax rippling through them like a gentle earthquake. Aditya’s arms wrapped around her waist, holding her close as the water continued to cascade over their entwined forms.

“Ma,” he murmured into her hair, his voice a mix of awe and adoration. “This is… this is more than I ever imagined.”

Chaitali leaned back against him, her body still quaking with the aftermath of pleasure. “I know,” she whispered, her voice a soft sigh. “But it’s ours, beta. Our secret, our love.”

Their hearts pounded in a synchronized rhythm, their breaths mingling in the damp air. They stood there under the shower for what felt like an eternity. Their bodies still joined, their hearts forever entangled.  The bhang had led them to this moment.

But it was the love they had always felt that had truly brought them together. In the sanctity of the water’s embrace, they found a connection that transcended the boundaries of their roles. They were no longer just mother and son. They were lovers, bound by a passion that burned brighter than the colours of Holi.

As they slowly pulled apart, the water washed away the last vestiges of their inhibitions. They knew that their lives would never be the same. The path ahead was fraught with danger, but in each other’s arms, they felt invincible.

They stepped out of the shower, their skin slick with a mix of water and desire. The colours of their clothes and the powder from outside had been washed away, leaving only the truth of their love, stark and unblemished.

Aditya wrapped a towel around her, his hands gentle as they dried her off. “Ma,” he said, his eyes filled with a love so pure it made her ache. “What happens now?”

“Now,” Chaitali replied, her voice steady despite the tumult in her heart, “I need to take a shit.”

Their eyes met a silent promise passing between them. They would face whatever the world threw at them, united in the sanctity of their love. In the intoxicating haze of the bhang, they had discovered that sometimes, the most beautiful beginnings were born from the most forbidden of desires.

“Ma,” Aditya said, his voice still thick with emotion, “will you be okay?”

Chaitali nodded, her cheeks flushing a deeper shade of red as she moved towards the Indian-style WC. She felt a strange mix of embarrassment and excitement, knowing that her son would be watching her most intimate moment.

“It’s just the bhang,” she assured him, her voice trembling slightly. “It always makes me…unpredictable.”

Aditya followed her, his own emotions a tapestry of confusion and arousal. He had never seen his mother in such a state of undress. He never knew the contours of her body could stir such feelings within him.

The small bathroom seemed to shrink around them. The air was thick with the scent of their love and the anticipation of what was to come.

Chaitali settled onto the porcelain. Her legs spread wide to accommodate the squat position required by the Indian-style toilet. The muscles in her thighs quivered slightly, a testament to their recent exertions. She took a deep breath, the tension in her abdomen building.

She felt the pressure of her bowel movement. “Beta,” she began, her voice a bit shaky, “could you…could you hold me?”

Aditya’s eyes widened, but the love and need in her voice were unmistakable. Chaitali, still squatting over the Indian-style toilet, extended both hands forward, Aditya moving forward to take them and hold her.

“Ma,” he murmured, his voice thick with a mix of concern and arousal he couldn’t quite understand. “I’m here.”

Her grip tightened around his wrists as she took a deep breath, her face contorting with the effort of pushing out the thick, heavy log that was making its way down her bowels. The muscles in her abdomen bulged, the veins in her neck standing out as she strained. “Ah,” she grunted, the sound guttural and raw.

Aditya’s cock twitched again, his body betraying his arousal. “Ma,” he whispered, his voice hoarse. “Do you need any help?”

Chaitali’s eyes locked onto his, the intensity of her gaze making him swallow hard. “Just hold me,” she said, her voice strained with effort. “And watch.”

Aditya felt a strange mix of emotions – concern, arousal, and a deep, primal fascination. He had never been this close to anyone, not even his mother, during such an intimate act. Yet here he was, holding her steady as she bore down, her cheeks flushing a darker shade of pink with the effort.

“Beta,” she grunted, her eyes never leaving him, “it’s… it’s coming.” With a final, powerful push, the log slipped out of her, splattering into the water below. The sound was unmistakable, the sight of it surreal. It was thick and long, a testament to the strength of her body’s need to release.

Aditya felt his cock throb, the sight of his mother’s most intimate act somehow making his desire for her even stronger. He couldn’t tear his gaze away as she continued to shit. Her body shuddered with the effort. “Ma,” he murmured, his voice a mix of fascination and concern. “Are you okay?”

Chaitali nodded, her eyes never leaving his. “It’s just the bhang,” she panted, her body still in the throes of the bowel movement. “It can…it can make things…interesting.” Her cheeks were flushed a deep crimson, but there was a glint in her eye that spoke of something more than just embarrassment.

It was as if she revelled in the vulnerability of the moment, the way it brought them even closer together. Chaitali’s shits some more. The log broke the water’s surface with a plop that echoed in the small bathroom, sending ripples that touched the sides of the squat toilet.

Aditya felt the heat in his cheeks. He watched his mother’s anus pucker and relax, only to tighten again as another wave of excrement pushed its way out. He could see the veins in her neck pulse with the effort and the sweat bead on her forehead.

Her eyes never left him, the intensity of the moment binding them together in a way that was both strange and thrilling.

“Ma,” he whispered, his voice thick with something he didn’t quite understand. “Is there…is there anything I can do?”

Chaitali’s eyes searched his, the love and lust within them unmistakable. “Just keep watching,” she panted, her body still quivering with the aftermath of her release. “Keep holding me.”

Aditya nodded, his grip on her wrists firm, his eyes never straying from hers. He watched as another wave of shit forced its way out of her, the smell of it thick and pungent in the air. Her cheeks were flushed, her breaths coming in short, sharp gasps.

The sight of her like this, so vulnerable and yet so powerful, filled him with awe. It was as intoxicating as the bhang they had consumed.

“Ma,” he whispered, his voice thick with something that was a cross between concern and arousal, “are you sure you’re okay?”

Chaitali nodded, her breaths coming in short gasps as she pushed out another log. “It’s…it’s just the bhang,” she managed to say, her eyes never leaving his. “It does strange things to the body.”

Chaitali’s feels the urge to fart. The room was silent except for the sound of Chaitali’s laboured breaths and the occasional splash of her bowels releasing their contents.  Aditya’s eyes remained transfixed on her face, watching the play of emotions.

There was the concentration, the relief, and the hint of something else. Something that made his cock throb even more.

“Beta,” she managed to say, her voice a bit shaky, “I… I think I need to… to pass gas.”

Aditya’s eyes widened, and the situation grew more intense and intimate by the second. He had never seen his mother in such a state, never knew that such a simple bodily function could be so erotic. He nodded, his grip on her wrists tightening slightly.

“Go ahead, ma,” he murmured, his voice thick with anticipation. “Let it go.”

Chaitali took a deep breath, her cheeks puffing out slightly as she braced herself. She felt the pressure building in her bowels, a gassy crescendo that seemed to resonate throughout her entire body. With a soft grunt, she released the fart.

The sound of a low, wet rumble filled the small space between them. The scent of it, rich and earthy, mingled with the lingering sweetness of the gulal.

Aditya felt his own body respond. His cock grew even harder as he watched his mother’s face contort with the effort. It was a strange, almost primal dance, one that seemed to speak to something deep within him. “Ma,” he whispered, his voice thick with arousal, “You’re so…so sexy.”

The words seemed to spur Chaitali on, her body giving in to the urge to push again. Another thick log slid out of her, the sound of it hitting the water below almost obscene in its wetness. “Beta,” she gasped, her eyes never leaving him, “it’s the bhang…it makes everything…so intense.”

Aditya nodded, his own body responding to the raw intimacy of the moment. The sight of his mother’s most private act was strangely erotic, the love and need in her eyes drawing him in even as he held her steady. Chaitali gets up and flushes the toilet.

With a final sigh of relief, Chaitali straightened up, her legs feeling like jelly beneath her. The toilet gurgled and flushed, carrying away the evidence of their shared moment of vulnerability. She turned to Aditya, her eyes gleaming with a mix of love and mischief.

“Well, beta,” she said, her voice a bit shaky from the exertion, “that was certainly an interesting turn of events.”

Aditya couldn’t help but chuckle, the tension in the room easing slightly. He reached out, his hand brushing a strand of wet hair from her face. “Ma,” he murmured, “you never cease to amaze me.”

Taking a plastic mug from the sink, Chaitali filled it with water, the liquid sloshing gently in the quiet of the bathroom. She turned to face Aditya, a seductive smile playing on her lips. “Bhang has its…effects,” she said, her voice a purr.

She bent over the toilet, exposing her freshly shit-covered asshole. The sight was both shocking and erotic, a stark reminder of their shared experience. Aditya watched, his breath catching in his throat as she began to clean herself with the mug.

The water washed away the remnants of their union, revealing the pink, slightly gaping hole of her anus. Despite the intimacy of the act, there was something almost ritualistic about it, as if they were purifying themselves for what was to come next.

As she straightened, Chaitali’s eyes met his in the mirror. Her gaze filled with a hunger that made his cock throb anew. She handed him the mug, her voice a soft command. “Finish cleaning me, beta.” Aditya took the mug, the water now tinged with the scent of her.

He stepped closer, his eyes never leaving hers in the reflection as he knelt behind her. The sight of her exposed sex was almost too much to bear, but he forced himself to focus on the task at hand. Gently, almost reverently, he began to clean her, the cool water washing away the evidence of their passion.

Chaitali’s body quivered as she felt the tender caress of his hand on her most intimate parts. The sensation was strange and yet incredibly arousing. She watched as he worked, his fingers moving with surprising skill, his touch tender yet firm.

The water felt like a balm on her skin, soothing the slight ache that lingered from their lovemaking. With a final swipe of the mug, Aditya set it aside, his eyes never leaving hers in the mirror. Chaitali felt a wave of desire crash over her. She felt his warm breath on her neck, his teeth grazing her earlobe.

“Ma,” he murmured, his voice a hoarse whisper, “now it’s time for us to clean up properly.” He stood, his cock still half-hard, a testament to the lingering passion that had yet to dissipate.

Chaitali nodded, her breath hitching as she watched him move towards the sink. The sight of her son’s bare chest, smeared with the colours of Holi, made her heart skip a beat. She reached for his hand, leading him to the sink.

Together, they turned on the faucet, the cool water gushing over their fingers as they rinsed the stickiness from their skin. The water washed away the evidence of their shared passion, leaving only a faint scent of sandalwood and musk in its wake.

“We must celebrate our love,” Chaitali says with a mischievous smile. She suggests they invite the neighbours for a Holi party, secretly planning to sneak away for more encounters amidst the chaos.