Mom and son in the hands of Mrs. Pradesh (F/MF)

Postby meinaru » Sun Mar 01, 2015 1:35 pm

If the story is out of place here, tell me promptly, and I'll be as prompt in removing it from the forum.

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Hello, Mrs. Pradesh. I'm Joanne, and this is my son Andrew."

Mrs. Pradesh smiled and glanced at her visitors. Joanne was a tall, forty-year old blonde clad in t-shirt and shorts that only emphasised her perfect figure. Her son was quite attractive too. And quite young.

"How old is your son?", asked Mrs. Pradesh.

"Oh, he just turned eighteen."

"Would you mind if I invited you to a... tea? This evening?"

"Oh, we would be delighted. Wouldn't we, Andrew?"

But the lad didn't seem too excited with the prospect.

"See you this evening, then."

As they walked away, Andrew glanced at his mother with concern.

"This is a new neighborhood. We shouldn't be that trusting with strangers."

"Oh, honey, you're always so suspicious."

"But mom, I've heard... stories..."

"What stories?"

"Of rituals taking place in their house. Of chanting and - screams..."

"Andrew, these are just urban legends. Ignore them."

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Mrs. Pradesh - actually Venelai Satra, shut the door behind her and smiled with glee. Like every Darksider, she was psychic, and while Joanne and Andrew stood at her door, looking oh-so-innocent, she could read their not-so-innocent thoughts. She knew that each and every night Joanne, filled with shame, would lock herself in her bedroom, strip naked and stand before the mirror, admiring her body, so perfect for her age, and then a little nasty thought would creep in her mind: would my son like it? Joanne would spend a few minutes playing with this thought, fighting it, and then she'd cave in and then would lie on the cold floor, touching herself. She'd look at the wall behind which was her son's bedroom, thinking - my son is there, and he doesn't know what I'm doing; he doesn't know his mommy is lying naked on the floor and masturbating to the fantasy of making love to him. After she was done she'd lie there some more, enjoying the feeling of her own degradation, and then she'd get up, ashamed of herself, curl down in her bed and try to shut all these disturbing thoughts out.

What she didn't know was that her sonny had similar fantasies, to which he masturbated wildly while lying naked in bed. It is bad, it is bad, he'd go on thinking, but he couldn't shake off those nasty thoughts.

But next morning they were both pretending to be ordinary, suburban mother and son.

Where Venelai Satra was from such dalliances, however, were not taboo. No relationship, in fact, was taboo to Kamadora, the Goddess of Love and Lust. And neither it was considered such on the island named after the Goddess. There, on the streets of the capital city of Talni, a sight of a native woman kissing her son was nothing unusual. What transpired behind closed doors was even more interesting. There, these loving couples would divest themselves of their clothing and practice ancient erotic techniques that brought pleasure to the heights unknown-of in the world at large. When out, there were more erotic adventures waiting for them, in the most unexpected places: a mother would be stripped and bound by a woman who had designs on her son, the pair would cross the Darksiders such as Venelai and end up in naked bondage in one of the secret temples.

Those two, she thought, taking off her t-shirt, if they only knew of the sensuality of the island of Kamadora, where the lust between mother and son is not forbidden, where stripping each other - out of jealousy, out of lust, in a game of chance - is a national pastime, where eroticism and magic reign supreme - those two innocent would-be lovebirds, if they only knew.

She dropped her t-shirt to the floor, and, as she went further down her hall, she divested herself of the other articles of clothing: her pants, her bra, her boots and socks, and then her panties marked her way through her apartment, and then she went into her living room, which she already made into a place of worship, with garlands of flowers and the burning incense and the centerpiece - the altar with the idol of the Goddess of Lust. She thought of another couple, a Kamadoran priestess and her son, both of them incredibly attractive, whom she had stripped naked and whipped at her altar in the secret temple, as she stood, naked and beautiful, before the effigy of her Goddess. She clasped her hands in prayer and intoned the words of the secret mantra taught to the Darksiders. She prayed for the power to implement her designs on her innocent neighbors. To have them stripped and bound to the effigy, to be able to do with them as she pleases, and to make them into her slaves, and then to make them slaves to the Darkside.

TO BE CONTINUED

Re: Mom and son in the hands of Mrs. Pradesh (F/MF)

Postby Jason Toddman » Mon Mar 02, 2015 6:40 pm

meinaru wrote:If the story is out of place here, tell me promptly, and I'll be as prompt in removing it from the forum.

Too soon to tell if it's out of place here yet I think, but so far so good.
Dare to be different... and make a difference.
To boldly go where no one in their right mind has gone before...

Re: Mom and son in the hands of Mrs. Pradesh (F/MF)

Postby meinaru » Tue Mar 03, 2015 9:02 pm

PART 2

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"What a dreadful place."

Talani looked about the parking lot. There were so many things she didn't like here, and she was there only for a few hours.

Her seventeen-year old Taulan looked thoughtfully at the running TV programme.

"So much religion", he said, "And gloomy to that."

Talani looked at the screen and nodded.

"I wonder what would be their reaction if they looked at our television. Remember how last evening they transmitted the rescue of the Darksiders' captives?"

The tensions between the Priesthood and the Darksiders were growing recently on Kamadora. The latter didn't hesitate to kidnap the mayor of Talni; they kept her naked for days on end and made her endure their erotic tortures. Her rescue, complete with the pictures showing her naked in Darksiders bondage, was the centerpiece of yesterday's evening news.

"Why are we here?", he asked.

Talani would not come to California if not for a vision. Being a member of Priesthood she worshipped Kamadora each evening, by stripping before the idol and whipping herself all over her nude body with a special whip that caused sharp pain, but left no marks. She would always do it behind locked doors, but made sure her son heard every lash; that he knew his beautiful mother is there, locked naked in their shrine, enduring a mixture of pain and religious and erotic ecstasy.

Sometimes the Goddess spoke to her; it was usually in the instances of the deepest frenzy of pain and pleasure.

"Sometimes people are called from beyond the Island, as the conflict threatens to spill to the world outside.", she said.

"Most people would be shocked if they saw how it is to live beneath the rule of our Goddess. To live without the barriers their societies impose on them. But some of them have this spark of sensuality that attracts Kamadora; they are the potential converts."

She paused.

"For us, or for the Darksiders."

She took a bottle of wine and opened it, very slowly. She stood against the window so that Taulan could admire her slender form; she knew he liked it, and she liked the way he looked at her.

They didn't arrive to America in a conventional manner; rather, Talani used her priestly powers to open a portal from their home in Talni straight to the town they were now in. Nobody saw them arrive, but as they made their way through the town everyone marvelled at their beauty; where were they from? It was clear from their body language that they were very intimate with each other, and every teenage boy who dreamed of sharing bed with his beautiful mom was secretly envious. Taulan was handsome, tall, well-built, every girls dream; and Talani was beautiful for her age: tall, slender, with a shapely bust that attracted attention of every man who laid his eyes on her. Nobody even dared to think they might be mother and son; not with them behaving the way they did. But to the couple the locals all seemed so innocent. Things were happening in Kamadora's domain that they would find shocking; not only were Talani and her son lovers, but they also faced perils that most locals would find incredibly exotic. The worst of all happened a month ago, when they fell captive to a Darksider witch by the name of Venelai Satra. As was the merciless custom, they were stripped of their clothing and bound in her secret temple, there to be whipped on their naked bodies. They have managed to escape, as a mantra Talani uttered before entering the temple alerted the rest of the Priesthood to the location of the witches hideout, but the peril they have been through only enlivened their lovemaking for the weeks to come.

"Two such people live here, in this town. But, as I was shown, a menace is hanging over them. Guess her name, I dare you."

She turned to face her son with a naughty smile. Taulan knew this smile; she had it on when something particularity dirty was on her mind. Each time he saw it he could not help but feel excited; it meant things were going to become very interesting.

"If you fail to guess, you will have to strip for me."

Taulan felt an erection growing in his pants.

"And if I guess right?"

"Then I will have to strip for you."

Taulan thought back to the night of their nude captivity in the hands of the Darksider. What was her name?

"Venelai Satra?", he guessed.

"Damn.", Talani swore under her breath.

She put the glass of wine down. Slowly, she took her t-shirt. Beneath she was wearing a black, strapless bra.

She threw the discarded article of clothing to her son. This too was a part of the ancient custom; whoever forfeited his clothing in a game of chance had to give it to the winner.

Talani took of her sandals and kicked them towards the bed on which her son was sitting. She wore no socks and stood barefoot on the wooden floor. In the next moment, Taulan was holding his mother's short skirt.

She paused the stripping, standing there in just her underwear, her breasts rising and falling with every and each her excited breath. Then she forfeited her bra, and her black panties, and stood before her son, utterly nude and defeated. She tried to cover her nudity with her arms, not out of shyness, but to incite even stronger lust in Taulan. Now she had to do everything he wanted to get her clothes back.

The other traditional option was to strip the winner. Taulan thought, knowing his mother, she'd rather try this one.

"Walk to the window", he said.

She hesitated.

"Walk to the window and open it."

She made a few steps towards the window, then froze. She turned towards the bed and started towards her son.

"No!", cried Taulan, but he didn't really want to resist. Talani pinned him to the bed with her nude body, and started tearing at his clothes, revealing him of his t-shirt, shorts, socks and the underpants.

Once he was naked she pressed his body close to her. They kissed.

*

Joanne was nervous. She hated this feeling - it was THE feeling when something bad was about to happen. But it was just a tea with the neighbor, so what could go bad? Of course, Joanne thought, it might be like in those stories where innocent people were lured and tormented by madmen. But there was also, she realized, something else.

She stopped in the process of doing her makeup and tried to listen to it. It was both a menace and a promise; it was a dark yet alluring vision of...

She saw herself and Andrew being forcibly stripped of their clothing, of them being naked and helpless at the mercy of someone incredibly cruel. As dark as the vision was, it was also exciting; Joanne knew it was bad, but she could not stop it. She slipped her hand under her t-shirt and began to masturbate, and as she did, the vision grew even more vivid and exciting.

"Mom?"

It was Andrew.

No, she thought, just no. It was not right. It was, in fact, plain wrong, and she should be now on her way to church, praying for the release from those terrible, lecherous thoughts. Or better yet, she should do penance.

Yes, she should strip all her clothes in humility and whip herself all over her nude...

NO.

"Just a minute, darling", Joanne's voice was trembling.


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