Celebrating Shame: Two Years of Forbidden Love in Pondicherry

Hello, readers. It’s been a long time since I posted. Well, this is one of my experiences with my mom and I at the beach. Please do not contact me asking for pictures or anything of that sort. You’re welcome to reach out if you’d like a reply, a conversation, or questions about any story. Respect privacy.

The Anniversary Tide

The Pondicherry air hung thick and heavy, smelling of frangipani and the salty kiss of the Bay of Bengal. Two years.

Two years since the accidental brush of hands in the kitchen, the hesitant lingering gaze, the unspoken question that had rewritten the rules of our world. Two years of Malini, my mother, becoming something… more.

“My heart was pounding like a drum watching her. The moonlight was making her skin glow silver like it was hiding all the little wrinkles I knew so well. She was 43, but the way she carried herself was so elegant, you wouldn’t guess the kind of drama we were going through.”

Tonight was our anniversary, but not of marriage, a twisted celebration of a love that society would condemn. We had risked everything to be here, to steal this moment on the deserted beach.

“Want me to warm every part of you?” I asked,

She turned her eyes to dark pools in the dim light. “A little. But not unpleasantly so.”

She wore a simple white boho chic dress, I’d chosen it. I loved the way it made her look ethereal, a goddess rising from the ocean foam.

I reached for her hand and held it. Our fingers got all mixed up together. Her skin felt warm, like smooth butter. A current, like, went right up my arm. It was that same feeling I always got whenever we touched, never got old, no matter how many times it happened.”

I traced the delicate veins on the back of her hand and she said ‘I can’t believe Shashank I have been doing this for two years’

A heavy silence fell between us, like a thick blanket. Our secret was weighing us down. There was so much risk involved, so much guilt, but also a strong attraction that we couldn’t deny and that tied us together.

We had created this delicate situation, a world where she was still ‘Mom’ to me, but that relationship was now mixed up with these feelings, these desires that we both couldn’t ignore.

“We continued to stroll along the shore. Under my bare feet, the cool sand sank slightly with each step. The only source of light in the area was the moon. I came to a halt by some rocks. They had been struck by the sea for so long that their jagged edges had become smooth.

“Here,” I said, pulling her close.

She didn’t fight back. The gentle curve of her breasts pressed against my chest as her body moulded itself against mine. Her heart beat frantically, just like mine did. I lowered my head and breathed in her hair’s aroma, a combination of sandalwood and sea salt. She shivered as my lips touched the sensitive flesh of her neck.

“Shashank,” she breathing in, my name

I didn’t think about the caution. I moved my hands, following the flare of her hips and the curve of her waist. I could feel the heat radiating from her skin through the thin fabric of her dress. I finally felt the need that had been building inside of me all day.

Slowly, I lifted her dress to reveal her legs to the refreshing night air. She had marble-like skin. I pressed my face against her thighs while kneeling in front of her. Her fingers tightened in my hair as she gasped.

“Please,” she said in a tremulous whisper.

I was aware of her desires. I also desired it. This pure, desperate bond between us went on. No fire was as hot as this forbidden pleasure.

I lingered on the delicate skin behind her knees as I kissed my way up her legs. She breathed in rough gasps. She was shaking violently by the time I got to the top of her thighs.

I dragged her panties down with shaking hands, exposing the shaved dark, soft triangle that had been a nightmare of mine for the past two years. I became intoxicated as the aroma of her arousal filled my nostrils. I kissed her, tasting the sweet nectar of her desire and the salty tang of the sea.

The roar of the waves drowned out her cry, a low, choked groan. She pulled me in as her hands gripped my hair. My tongue danced against her tender skin as I gave her oral pleasure.

She bucked against me, her body arching in a silent plea.

I said ‘8 months, seriously it’s been 8 months we were away from each other’.

My world collapsed to the taste of her desire on my tongue after several months, the sound of her breath in my ear, and the feel of her skin against my lips. I became so lost in the moment that I forgot everything but the woman below me.

Finally, she reached her peak. Her cries became louder as her body trembled. Feeling the tremors that ripped through her body, I held her close. She was lying limp in my arms, breathing shallowly and raggedly after the storm of climax had passed.

I stood up and threw her panty on far from us. Her head rested on my shoulder as she leaned in close to me.

With a playful smile on her lips, she said, “My, my, what have you done?”

I looked at her, mischievously. “I thought it would be funny,” I replied. Her eyes glistened with giggles as she softly laughed & said. “Well, I guess I’ll have to go get them.”

‘No, you not whatever we brought the clothes will leave here in this city and take new from here because it’s our new life you divorced dad a week ago new beginnings new life’ She said laughingly ‘OK but how will I go back to the hotel’ ‘leave it on me’ I said

“Someone could see us,” she muttered, her voice a mix of excitement and fear.

“Nobody will,” I said in a low tone. “I checked it.”

To make sure we would be completely alone, I searched the beach for a long time. The edge that made our forbidden love so alluring was the risk, which was also a part of the excitement.

I lifted her in my arms further down the beach, far from the rocks, and toward the sand after lifting her into my arms. Against our moist skin, the waves felt cool and refreshing as they washed at our feet.

Her body was a pale silhouette against the dark beach when I laid her down on the sand. We were surrounded by long, shadows from the moon.

I stood over her, my desire still raging.

The cool night air gave me goosebumps as I took off my shorts. Her eyes were filled with a mixture of fear and longing as she watched me.

My body hovered over hers as I knelt next to her. I could sense her desire’s pull and the heat radiating from her skin. I leaned in and kissed her.

A silent promise of the pleasure to come, the kiss was slow and deep. I traced the swell of her hips, the flatness of her stomach, and the curve of her breasts with my hands as I moved them down her body. Her body arched in my direction as she let out a low moan.

I moved lower, kissing my way down her chest, her stomach, her thighs. She gasped as my lips found her again, her body trembling in anticipation.

I pleasured her with my mouth, my tongue dancing against her sensitive flesh. She cried out, her body arching towards me. The sound of her pleasure filled the night, mingling with the roar of the waves.

I softly touched her body and planted a lengthy kiss on her belly button, moving my tongue in a circle. She released a low sound in response.

I gently placed my right hand on her stomach. The warmth of her breath against my chest was comforting. I showered her with tender kisses, starting at her neck and gradually making my way to her jawline.

From there, I trailed delicate licks up to her earlobes and attempted to tug at her left earring delicately. She was softly biting her lower lip.

I paused at her forehead, pressed my lips gently against it, and cradled her face in my hands. She radiated warmth. Our eyes locked, and neither of us looked away. I could see the excitement swirling in her eyes, and as I gazed into those eyes, I leaned in closer to kiss her.

Me: I want to devour every last drop of your saliva, my sweet witch; it tastes so delicious.

Malini: I’m familiar with that, and I knew you could use your mouth to dirty mine.

Our tongues touched and entwined as she gave me a gentle kiss. Her taste was delightful, and I used my tongue to explore her mouth. We had to take a few seconds to catch our breath because our kiss was so intense and consuming.

I knew it was time when she was writhing beneath me, her body drenched in sweat. My body grumbled with desire as I positioned myself between her legs.

We were playing tussle, our bodies slamming into each other and pulsing in time. After half an hour of this kind of dance, a huge wave passed over us. She was lying on her back, soaked and glistening from the sea, and I was on the bottom in an instant.

Her body teased and enticed me as she gently lowered herself onto me. In response, my body clenched and stiffened with desire. My cock was already digging into her pussy while I was still in my undies, and she could feel my length through it.

With her hips moving and her body rubbing against mine, she caressed my manhood, which was covered in underwear. With passion and longing, our eyes locked.

I could see the desire in her eyes. She felt moist between her legs and aroused as she saw the spark in my eyes. She got to her feet and carefully undressed my undies, exposing my rigid and prepared manhood.

Before slipping her lace underwear to the side and exposing her bare and alluring femininity, she moistened her lips and kissed the tip of my nose. We both savoured the pleasure of our close relationship as she rubbed herself against me.

Again made her lie enter her slowly, carefully, feeling the familiar tightness that both thrilled and humbled me. She gasped, her body arching to meet mine.

Our bodies locked in a desperate bounce, we moved together, slowly at first, then faster and faster. The world shrank to the sound of her breath in my ear and the feel of her skin against mine.

We accelerated, and she started picking up my rhythm.

I leaned in, and our lips met in a tender kiss. The speed became more fervent, and I grew more passionate. I gently unfastened her bra and slipped it off her shoulders, and I threw it far away from her and laughed.

I finally got to spend time with her again after eight long months. Her lips moaned softly as I smacked her breasts and gave her nipples a light squeeze. “Oh no, don’t tempt me like this,  me,” she said in a playful whisper.

After fifteen minutes or so, she whispered that she was about to experience ecstasy. She then suggested that we switch positions once more. Now, she was seated on top of me, passionately moving her body in a rhythmic motion.

I was so caught up in the moment that I forgot everything but the woman who was bouncing on me. Yes, she was my mother, but she was also my trusted partner, my lover, and the only person who understood me.

Together, we finally climaxed. Our cries blended with the thunderous waves as our bodies trembled. As the storm passed, we held on to one another, panting and worn out.

With our bodies entwined and our breathing gradually returning to normal, we lay together on the sand. The moon shone its silvery light upon us and enveloped us in a gentle spirit glow.

“I love you,” I whispered a confession and a promise.

Her hand tightened in mine, but she remained silent. She also loved me, and I knew it. Only in the shadows could we share the forbidden pleasure of love, which was a secret.

We remained on the beach for another thirty minutes, our bodies pressed together, our voices low. We listened to the waves crashing against the coast and watched the stars sparkle in the sky.

As the dress was a little long it covered her thighs so it was easy for her to go back to the hotel room.

We sat in my car and drove to the hotel, hand in hand, our hearts filled with a mixture of guilt and exhilaration. We had risked everything, but for a few precious hours, we had been free.

We took a shower together once we were back in our room, washing the sand and sea salt away. I looked at her, really looked at her, and saw the woman I loved as the water poured over our bodies.

Yes, she was my mother, but she was so much more than that. She was the one who had given me life, who had taught me how to love, who had shown me what passion meant.

I was aware that our love was improper and would never be tolerated by society. But I also knew that I could never live without her. She was my everything, my reason for being.

I put my arms around her and pulled her in as we emerged from the shower.

I pressed my lips to her ear and whispered, “Happy second incestuous non-marriage anniversary, baby.”

Her body relaxed against mine, but she remained silent. I knew then that we would work together to overcome any obstacles that might arise. Yes, our love was a secret, but it was our secret, and we would do everything in our power to keep it that way.

We were forever altered by the forbidden pleasure we had discovered on the beach after the wave of desire had passed over us. And we could get through any storm as long as we had each other.

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