Shweta was one among those several parents who had queued up before the correspondent\u2019s room. The final results for admissions to +2 have been just put up on the notice board and her worst fears have come true. She couldn\u2019t find the name of Rakesh, her only son\u2019s name anywhere. Rakesh had been studying in the same school from childhood and his lackluster showing in the 10th standard meant that he might not be allowed to continue in the prestigious school. <\/p>\n
Shweta knew that she had an uphill task ahead. Rakesh had ignored her numerous cautions all through, paying very little attention to his studies. She heaved a helpless sigh realizing that her son\u2019s omission from the final list could well be the final nail on the coffin. Although she was enraged at her son\u2019s irresponsible behavior, she began worrying about his future.<\/p>\n
\u201cMrs.Shweta Nair!\u201d called the attendant. <\/p>\n
Shweta hurried inside the correspondent\u2019s room. Her eyes were moist as she took the seat watching Professor Aravind, the correspondent on the other side of the table.<\/p>\n
\u201cRakesh Nair,\u201d The correspondent flipped through the papers and pulled out the mark sheet from a bunch of papers. Shweta\u2019s heart was pounding very fast as she kept looking at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cI am really sorry to say this,\u201d Professor Aravind shrugged his shoulders. \u201cHow do you expect me to admit a student who isn\u2019t clever enough to score cent per cent in mathematics? Look at his aggregate! It is not even seventy five percent. I can\u2019t do injustice to other deserving students by admitting your son.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cPlease Sir,\u201d Shweta began folding her hands together. \u201cHis future is at stake. He is our only son.\u201d<\/p>\n
Professor Aravind looked up and immediately lowered his head again.<\/p> \n\n
\u201cWhere is your husband?\u201d He asked as he rushed through the mark sheets again.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe is working in Sharjah,\u201d Shweta\u2019s voice was beginning to break. \u201cHe is toiling there to bring up our only son.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI understand,\u201d Professor Aravind nodded his head sympathetically. \u201cBut, I am helpless. I do have a veto in admissions but I am afraid your son is not a deserving case.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cPlease don\u2019t say so,\u201d Shweta was in tears. \u201cWe have a lot of dreams about him. If you decline, his studies for all practical purposes might come to an end. He will be devastated. I am willing to do anything to get him admitted here.\u201d<\/p>\n
Professor Aravind looked up again and smiled. <\/p>\n
\u201cNow, what do you exactly mean by that?\u201d He asked with a cruel smile on his face. \u201cI hope you do know that we never collect capitation fee or donations from students. We don\u2019t entertain high-level recommendations either. Is there anything else you can do?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI am afraid not,\u201d Shweta bowed her head in disappointment. \u201cI said so because I am very anxious.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI do understand Mrs.Nair,\u201d Professor Aravind smiled again. \u201cI think you still have a chance.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThank God,\u201d Shweta exclaimed. \u201cPlease tell me Sir.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWill you please come and sit here?\u201d Professor Aravind gave a gentle thud on the table.<\/p>\n
\u201cSir?\u201d Shweta looked shell-shocked.<\/p>\n
\u201cDon\u2019t waste your time,\u201d Professor Aravind smiled again. \u201cYou know there are lot more parents waiting outside. If you don\u2019t want to be left behind, better do what I say.\u201d<\/p>\n
It took a few seconds for Shweta to realize that Professor Aravind was serious. She knew that she didn\u2019t have many options as she was running out of time. Above all, Rakesh\u2019s future was at stake and she had to do anything to secure his future.<\/p>\n
\u201cBut\u2026this is school,\u201d She whimpered. <\/p>\n
\u201cDon\u2019t worry Mrs.Nair,\u201d Professor Aravind whispered. \u201cNobody dares to come before I press the call button.\u201d<\/p>\n
Shweta stood up like a robot and walked towards his left. She hesitantly sat on the edge of the table and looked at Professor Aravind somewhat puzzled.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat is your bra size, Mrs.Nair?\u201d Professor Aravind asked as his hands fell on her thighs.<\/p>\n
Shweta felt a shiver as she felt a man touching her after quite a while. <\/p>\n
\u201c36 D\u201d She answered without revealing any emotions.<\/p>\n
\u201cI thought so,\u201d Professor Aravind said. His right hand quickly held the edge of her saree and began sliding it gently. His eyes gazed the spot where her nipples were thrusting against the blouse.<\/p>\n
\u201cO.K, Mrs.Nair,\u201d Professor Aravind said with a smile. \u201cYou may go now.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d Shweta sounded puzzled. \u201cWhat about the admission?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI will take your address from the application,\u201d Professor Aravind said. \u201cI will be there at 2 pm.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cToday?\u201d Shweta was almost dumbfounded. <\/p>\n
\u201cYes, today,\u201d Professor Aravind asserted. \u201cIf you make me happy, I will see your son through.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIs that a deal?\u201d Shweta persisted.<\/p>\n
\u201cIndeed it is,\u201d Professor Aravind said and showed her the door. <\/p>\n
Shweta was perspiring as she got out of the correspondent\u2019s chambers. She felt like walking in the air as she repeatedly thought about what she was about to do for the sake of her son. She began reconciling herself to the fact that she didn\u2019t have any way out of the desperate situation.<\/p>\n
\u201cHi mom,\u201d Rakesh rushed towards Shweta as she entered the compound. \u201cWhat happened?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cRakesh, how can you be so irresponsible?\u201d Shweta screamed at him. \u201cI have been running from one school to another for your admission. Aren\u2019t you ashamed, playing cricket all the time?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTake it easy, mom,\u201d Rakesh said with his usual recklessness. \u201cDon\u2019t shout on the street.\u201d<\/p>\n
Shweta watched her son turn his back and resume playing cricket with his friends. She fumed with anger and desperation. She realized that her son should get serious about his studies, career and his future. Suddenly, she decided to teach her son a fitting lesson, the one he would never forget for the rest of his life.<\/p>\n
Shweta kept keeping an eye on the wall clock till it was 1:45 PM. She went to the balcony and called out Rakesh who was happily playing cricket. Luckily, Rakesh came up immediately which was quite unusual.<\/p>\n
\u201cOh mom,\u201d Rakesh murmured. \u201cWhat is the matter?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou better be at home,\u201d Shweta told him. \u201cProfessor Aravind is expected any moment.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cProfessor Aravind?\u201d Rakesh couldn\u2019t believe what he just heard. \u201cWhat for?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe wanted to talk to us. Anyway, you don\u2019t want to leave the school I suppose. Do you?\u201d She queried looking deep into his eyes.<\/p>\n
\u201cOf course not,\u201d Rakesh replied and rushed to his room.<\/p>\n
Professor Aravind reached at the stroke of two. He was now dressed in a colorful T-shirt and jeans. He rushed inside the sitting room the moment Shweta opened the doors. He waited for her to close the door and latch it from inside. He was about to pounce on her that Shweta cautioned him.<\/p>\n
\u201cWait a minute,\u201d Shweta whispered. \u201cRakesh is at home.\u201d<\/p>\n
Professor Aravind immediately got nervous. <\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d He fumed. \u201cAre you trying to play games with me?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cCertainly not,\u201d Shweta assured. \u201cWe need to play a game with Rakesh. He needs to know what is life and how difficult it is to get educated.\u201d<\/p>\n
The next few minutes Shweta briefly deliberated her plan with Professor Aravind. Once they were through, Shweta called Rakesh who was upstairs. <\/p>\n
Shweta felt a bit odd as her son came down the stairs unaware of what was in store for him. He greeted Professor Aravind with unusual politeness and stood with folded hands. <\/p>\n
\u201cRakesh, your mother wants me to admit you in the school,\u201d Professor Aravind said with a smile. \u201cBut, you know pretty well that you don\u2019t deserve this.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo,\u201d Shweta interrupted Professor Aravind. \u201cI can assure you. He will behave responsibly from now onwards.\u201d<\/p>\n
Rakesh began watching his mother plead with his correspondent who vehemently kept refusing all the time. His eyes glistened in tears as he watched his mother fall at Professor Aravind\u2019s feet. He began to feel the prick of guilt about his utter recklessness in his studies. He felt humiliated to see his mother\u2019s repeated pleas being ignored by Professor Aravind. However, he didn\u2019t speak anything as he realized that his mother was fighting for his own future. As minutes ticked past, streams of tears began flowing through his cheeks.<\/p>\n
\u201cIf you are so particular about this, you need to do something more than simply pleading with me,\u201d Professor Aravind finally struck the nail on its head. <\/p>\n
\u201cI will do anything for the sake of my son\u2019s education,\u201d Shweta said in a hurry.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou are such a gorgeous woman Mrs.Nair,\u201d Professor Aravind stood up and pulled Shweta closer to him. \u201cWhy don\u2019t you please me on the bed? I am a widower and starving for quite sometime now.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBastard!\u201d Rakesh couldn\u2019t stand anymore as he pounced on his correspondent. <\/p>\n
\u201cBehave yourself Rakesh,\u201d Shweta began pushing her son from Professor Aravind. \u201cI am ready to do anything for you.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo!\u201d Rakesh screamed. \u201cPlease don\u2019t do it. Please.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIf she doesn\u2019t, that is the end of your studies,\u201d Professor Aravind roared. \u201cYou have to spend the rest of your life begging.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFor God\u2019s sake please don\u2019t say that,\u201d Shweta pleaded again. \u201cHe is a little boy. Don\u2019t take him seriously. Take me Sir. I am willing to do anything you want.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat is better,\u201d Professor Aravind said with a smile. \u201cNow, show me your bedroom.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI will kill you,\u201d Rakesh jumped at Professor Aravind yet again. <\/p>\n
Professor Aravind was quick and strong enough to overpower the little boy. Holding Rakesh by his throat, he began pulling Shweta\u2019s sari in a rage. Within seconds, Shweta stood in just the blouse and petticoat. Professor Aravind pushed Rakesh onto a nearby chair and tied him up with Shweta\u2019s sari. Before Rakesh could scream, a handkerchief was thrust inside his mouth. <\/p>\n
\u201cI thought of enjoying your mother in the bedroom,\u201d Professor Aravind said laughingly. \u2018But, now I am going to fuck her right in front of you.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo!\u201d Shweta screamed.<\/p>\n
Shweta looked frozen in fear seeing the determination in Professor Aravind\u2019s eyes. <\/p>\n
“Sir,\u201d Shweta began pleading all over again. \u201cThis wasn\u2019t a part of our plan. I can\u2019t do this in front of my own son. Please!”<\/p>\n
“Fuck it,\u201d Professor Aravind said laughingly. \u201cThis has been one of my fantasies. I have dreamt of fucking some attractive woman like you in front of her husband or son. I can\u2019t let this chance go now.”<\/p>\n
A shocked Shweta began shaking her head in dismay before she went on her knees.<\/p>\n
“Don\u2019t waste time Mrs.Nair,” Professor Aravind roared. \u201cGet on with it. Take off your clothes.\u201d<\/p>\n
Shweta turned around and watched Rakesh struggling to get free from the chair. His eyes were almost bulging desperately. She slowly began undoing her blouse hooks and bra. She stood motionless for a moment before Professor Aravind urged her to get rid of her petticoat as well. Finally she stood naked fearing what would follow next.<\/p>\n
“Wow,\u201d Professor Aravind admired. \u201cYour husband is really unlucky. He must be missing those wonderful tits.”<\/p>\n
\u201cOh Sir,\u201d Shweta whimpered. \u201cThis is so disgusting.\u201d<\/p>\n
“I don\u2019t think so,” Professor Aravind laughed again. \u201cLet us give your son a free show.\u201d<\/p>\n
Shweta\u2019s head lowered as she watched him take off his clothes. Her body quivered realizing that she was standing nude with another nude man in front of her own son.<\/p>\n
“Now,\u201d Professor Aravind ordered. “Suck my dick.”<\/p>\n
Tears began flowing through her cheeks as Shweta began following his instructions. She began rather unwillingly sucking his dick wishing that he would get excited and climax soon. She wasn\u2019t willing for things getting worse than that. Professor Aravind began gyrating his hips against her mouth sending the whole of his long dick into her throat. Shweta couldn\u2019t resist a gentle groan as her tongue began lashing at his huge head. <\/p>\n
“That\u2019s wonderful,” Professor Aravind smirked. <\/p>\n
Shweta went about sucking his dick even faster, holding and rubbing his balls in the process. She somehow managed to excite him as he soon exploded into her throat. She strived hard gulping the loads of cum that splashed inside her mouth.<\/p>\n
\u201cKeep licking until I am upright again,\u201d Professor Aravind ordered.<\/p>\n
Rakesh decided to close his eyes as he couldn\u2019t watch his mother licking and arousing Professor Aravind’s dick all over again. <\/p>\n
\u201cI have heard Malabar women are experts in pealing coconuts,\u201d Professor Aravind said. \u201cNow, show me how good are you in riding on the dick.\u201d<\/p>\n
Professor Aravind spat on the sofa with his legs spread wide apart. As she mounted on his dick, he grabbed her breasts and began squeezing them. He pinched and tweaked her nipples making her scream.<\/p>\n
\u201cScream aloud,\u201d Professor Aravind screamed.<\/p>\n
Professor Aravind was ripping into her breasts, slapping and kneading them. <\/p>\n
The continuous slapping sound of their flesh made Rakesh open his eyes. There was still that element of shame and disgust in his eyes but he couldn\u2019t conceal the gentle curiosity that was creeping inside. He watched his mother jumping on his correspondent\u2019s dick like mad letting her hair sway in the air. She was groaning aloud as Professor Aravind\u2019s eight inch meat was pounding her pussy like a power drill. He repeatedly slammed her ass cheeks while she slowed down a bit urging her to get faster and harder in her jumps. He leaned towards her breasts and began suckling her nipples with lust and passion. His hands kept mauling her flesh all the time. <\/p>\n
Shweta, much to the surprise of Rakesh never looked like resisting him. While Professor Anand kept lifting and flipping in several positions, she never said \u2018No\u2019 even once. Rakesh watched mutely as his correspondent began fucking Shweta in doggy style after a prolonged riding session. Sure enough, it never looked like sex with mutual consent although Shweta never showed any signs of reluctance all through. <\/p>\n
Professor Aravind kept changing her positions every now and then. His hands and fingers kept teasing her. Rakesh felt a chill as he watched his correspondent probing Shweta\u2019s pussy by inserting two fingers together. He watched his mother getting finger fucked to a tremendous orgasm. His eyes began swelling as Professor Aravind made Shweta stretch on the floor with her legs lifted in the air giving him the access to eat her pussy with utter delight. The helpless son kept watching his mother climaxing to successive orgasms and moaning in sexual agony.<\/p>\n
It was the worst humiliation Rakesh had ever experienced so far. His heads bowed in shame regretting for his indifference to studies that has led to such a helpless situation. He sat helplessly watching his mother being ravaged by his horny correspondent. He began hoping that the ordeal should end soon. <\/p>\n
And it did finally. Professor Aravind began pounding Shweta\u2019s pussy with his huge meat making her cry in agony. The whole room was filled with their bodies slapping against each other. Professor Aravind was mercilessly manipulating her breasts and nipples making her scream in pain occasionally. He himself was groaning uncontrollably as it looked as though he was about to explode into Shweta\u2019s waiting cunt. <\/p>\n
Rakesh cursed himself as he watched both of them approaching their climaxes. He looked up and watched his mother pulling Professor Aravind on her body and kissing him on his lips with passion. They kept heaving heavily for a while for a few minutes before they eventually got up and began dressing themselves.<\/p>\n
“What an experience!\u201d Professor Aravind hugged Shweta just before he was about to move out.
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\u201cI have to sympathetically consider your son\u2019s admission now. Don\u2019t worry about his quarterly fees. After all, I have found out a way to help you in every way possible.\u201d<\/p>\n
Rakesh could hear Professor Aravind\u2019s pulsar roaring out of the compound. Shweta walked towards her son and undid the sari that was holding him to the chair. <\/p>\n
\u201cRakesh,\u201d Shweta said regretfully. \u201cI hope you realize how difficult it is educating children.\u201d<\/p>\n
Rakesh looked up at his mother. His eyes were full of tears and gratitude.<\/p>\n
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