Mom Fucked in a Farmhouse
Ch. 05
I woke up early the next day. Chandra had said that we would be going out this day; this was the day that my plan to take him down would be set into motion. I rechecked the forged instructions letters I had made and put them into my backpack. Now, I just needed to make sure that the letters were dropped at the places without Chandra noticing. Things could go sideways very rapidly; we'd need to be very careful. Steeling myself for whatever the day held, I hobbled out of my room.
Mom and Chandra were already up and ready to go out. Mom was looking lovely, dressed in a tight deep neck cream colored t-shirt that seemed to be one size too small for her, exposing her ample cleavage with her 'mangalsutra' resting between her fat round breasts and her smooth white midriff with the gold waist chain around it. She was wearing a navy blue miniskirt that ended mid-thigh, exposing her fine smooth white legs and her dainty white feet were encased in black colored high heeled sandals.
After a quick breakfast, we left with Chandra in his car. We drove along some some very scenic country roads. I'd have enjoyed the scenery had I not been preoccupied.
Chandra drove the car off the road onto a dirt road; after driving for about twenty minutes, he stopped next to some ruins which looked like they might be a few hundred years old. "Come" he said.
When mom bent down, he said, "Leave them off." It took me a few moments to understand what was happening. Mom's face was flushed and her panties were around her ankles. Apparently, Chandra had been fondling and fingering her throughout the drive. She kicked off her panties onto the car's floor and got out of the car. Her miniskirt had ridden up at her back and bunched up above her lovely round ass which had turned red after sitting for so long.
As she walked ahead swinging her round hips, Chandra looked at me and winked.
WTF??
Then he walked behind her and sticking out the middle finger of his right hand, goosed her, making her jump up with a squeal. "Oh, Mr Chandra! You're incorrigible!" she giggled.
"You're a dead man, you filthy bastard." I mumbled.
Scooping up my beautiful mother in his arms, he carried her into the ruins with me following close behind.
We entered a low ceiling hall and he announced, "This used to be a shrine to 'Kamadev', the god of desire and one of his consorts, 'Rati'."
I wanted to call BS on that claim; the place looked nothing like any shrine. But I choose to keep silent thinking, "Just a few hours more..."
He carried mom to a slightly raised stone platform, about the size of a bed and lowered her onto it. "Now we'll perform an ancient ritual in honor of 'Kamdev'. From the bulge between his legs, I could guess what that ritual was.
Frankly, by now part of me was sick of helplessly watching mom being forced to take his cock so I decided to leave the hall and go out. But Chandra stopped me, "Help your mother undress."
"What?" I asked, startled.
"Take off her clothes, she needs to be naked." he said, starting to undress himself.
"Please" mom said, "I can do it myself." Then looking at me, "You can go out ..."
"NO!" shouted Chandra walking to mom and slapping her hard across her ample breasts. "Do as I say, Get on your knees bitch!"
Mom immediately knelt on the platform.
"Take off her clothes." he said to me.
I held the hem of her t-shirt and started lifting it up. She raised her hands above her head and I peeled the t-shirt off her. I couldn't help savoring the fragrance coming from her beautiful body. She looked so nice and soft! As I reached behind her to unhook her lacy white bra, she whispered into my ear, "Buy some extra strong rubber bands as well when you get the medicine."
I nodded quietly, not quite understanding what she wanted rubber bands for, and unhooking her bra, took it off her sexy body.
Her large round breasts looked amazing! I resisted a strong urge to caress and start kissing those lovely pink nipples. Then reaching down, I unbuttoned her skirt and let it fall around her knees on the platform.
As I stepped back from the platform, looking at the naked beauty in front of me, I had a sudden thought that the pretty pink pussy that had brought me into this world and the beautiful ample breasts that had nourished me were nothing but objects of lust for this dirty old man.
By now Chandra was naked as well and was sporting an erection though he wasn't fully hard yet. He walked past me to mom.
Without a moment's hesitation, mom bent down and took his semi-hard cock into her mouth and started sucking noisily.
"Aaaahhh!" said Chandra, "that's a good slut!" squeezing her pendulous breasts.
Once he was hard, he climbed onto the platform and sat cross-legged. Then making mom face him, he sat her down in his lap with her long white legs around his waist and hips, lowering her delicate pink pussy lips onto his raging hard ten-incher.
Instead of the usual scream, mom let out a loud sigh, "HHMmmmaaaaAAhhhh!!"
Then putting her arms around his head, she threw back her head, her closed eyes raised towards the heavens, her beautiful, silky long hair cascading down her back to her arched hips and started grinding her pussy onto his cock. Round and round moved her perfect ass, for a few minutes, followed by a front and back move, that she continued as her breathing became more labored.
"Oh yes, my sexy rakhail, feel the lust of 'Rati' flow through you." said Chandra, squeezing her buttocks.
"Ummmm hmmm?!" mom moaned continuing to fuck him.
He was licking her face and neck and slobbering over her breasts as she picked up the pace and started cumming, "Ohhh! AAAHHH!! Auuu!! Hhhmmmm! Yessss!! Fuck! Fuuucccckkk!!? Ooooohhhh?!! Missster Chhannndraaa!! Yessss!!"
Then she collapsed forward, resting her face on his shoulder while her buttocks continued to shiver as her orgasm subsided.
But Chandra wasn't done yet. Taking care to stay inside her, her lowered mom onto her back and bending over her, uncrossed his own legs while raising up mom's legs over his shoulders.
Mom's orgasm had just ended when Chandra got her into this position and started plowing into her sweet wet pussy like a jackhammer, making her scream, "AAARRGGGHHH!! AAAUUUUUGGHHH!! OOOHHH!! OH! OH! OH! OFFFFF!! FFFAAAUUHH!! PLLLEEEEAASe ... Sl ... Slloo ... Slow! ... slow! ... slow ...!!"
But Chandra was like a man possessed, he kept hammering into my mother while kissing, slobbering and biting her face, neck, shoulders and breasts. Her breasts, her lovely breasts were thrown around, squeezed, slapped, pinched, bitten, licked, sucked and kissed as this went on for about ten more minutes that passed for me like hours. Mom continued to moan and scream throughout the time
Suddenly, Chandra grabbed mom's buttocks with both hands and squeezed. Kissing her deeply, he released his load deep into her womb.
After lying on top of my mom for some time, he got up off her, "Wow! That was something else, wasn't it?"
"Ooohhhh, Wooww!" mom giggled.
After getting dressed Chandra said, "Let me show you another temple near here, there's a small waterfall near it."
"Oohh! We'd love to see it but my son urgently needs to buy his medicines. Can we go to the city first?"
Chandra didn't look too happy at that so I said, "You can drop me off at the market, it may take a while to find the medicine, it's not very common. You can finish sight seeing and pick me up later."
Chandra liked this idea. "I'll take you to the city; one of my associates will drive you wherever you need to go while I will show my rakhail some other sights. We'll meet up in the evening."
This was fine by me. I'd feel a lot easier dropping the bogus orders to his thugs without him breathing down my neck.
We drove to the city and stopped in a slum. There he ordered a raggedy kid to go fetch someone named Aslam. The kid ran off into the maze of shanties and we got out of the car.
I looked at my surroundings, the place was stinking. A few feet from where we were was a public toilet; that was the source of the stench. It looked a little big for a toilet and looked quite dark inside. Someone had sprayed the words "Chudai Ghar" (meaning 'Fucking House') on top of the words "Public Toilet". From the number of used condoms lying around on the ground it appeared to be a place favored by cheap street walkers and their clients.
Chandra whispered to my mom, "Ever been fucked in a public toilet in front of an audience?"
Mom was shocked, "No! Never!"
Chandra just laughed. The little raggedy kid returned with a muscleman dressed in a white singlet and lungi with a skull cap on his head. He seemed to be the kind of guy who just obeyed orders and most of the time didn't understand what exactly was going on. So Chandra had assigned a dumbass to me. All the better for me.
Chandra said, "This is Aslam." Then giving the car key to Aslam he said, "This is my woman and that's her son. Drive him wherever he wants to go. Go see a movie after that if you want but get him to Harish's hotel no earlier than 6:30 p.m."
"Okay boss" he replied.
Turning to me Chandra said, "I'll show you mother around and even take her shopping if she's good. See you at 6:30."
As I got into the car, I saw Chandra pushing my reluctant mom towards the stinking toilet. Oh, this man was so going to die soon.
I got Aslam to drive me to a few pharmacies and asked them for some medicines that I knew weren't usually stocked. When he got tired of following me around, I told him, "There's no need for you to go with me into every shop. You can wait in the car while I go ask about the meds."
Aslam looked relieved and agreed to do so.
After one more bogus enquiry, I got Aslam to drive us to a pharmacy that was also Chandra's drop point for messages. Now was the moment of reckoning.
Hobbling up to the counter, I asked for a couple of syringe sets. When the man behind the counter handed me the syringe sets, I gave him the cash and slipped him a forged instruction note carrying Chandra's seal and signature. Without a word, he took the note a placed it inside a locked box that contained a few similar looking notes.
I hobbled back to the car thinking, "So far, so good."
"Didn't get everything I need, we'll have to keep looking." I said to Aslam, who simply nodded and gestured to me to get into the car.
I took him to a couple more pharmacies before going to the next drop point. There I asked for my knock-out drug.
"Do you have prescription for that?" the chemist asked me.
Naturally, I didn't. It hadn't occurred to me to forge a prescription along with everything else. Real smart!
I quietly slipped him my second forged note instead. Looking at Chandra's seal on it, he nodded, "That seems to be in order." and took the note and put it in box similar to the one I had seen previously.
Then he gave me the meds I had asked for. But when I tried to pay him, he refused to take any payment. He finally accepted my payment when I insisted.
Getting back inside the car I wondered if I had raised any suspicions by inadvertently breaking some protocol. Was I supposed to pay? Was there some password I had to say?
Oh, hell, no use second guessing myself. I had done whatever I had to. Whatever must happen now, will happen.
We still had a few hours more to kill, so I treated Aslam to a heavy lunch, after which he warmed up to me considerably.
Turned out he was quite the talker. He talked about his family, his hometown, his run ins with the law and so on and so forth.
Before we knew it, it was 5:30. After having tea, again my treat, we went to buy the extra strong rubber bands that mom wanted. Then we started for "Harish's hotel", which turned out to be a four star hotel. We were waiting in the lobby when Chandra walked in with mom in tow.
She looked different, like she had been to the spa and she was wearing different clothes. Not only was she decked in new jewelry, she was now wearing a red 'lehenga' (Indian style skirt) that ended just above her sexy knees and a skimpy red choli (Indian style blouse) that left little to imagination, both in the front as well as the back. She couldn't wear a bra under that tiny thing. All of her sexy belly with her deep navel was also exposed out in the open.
"Did you get everything?" she asked brightly.
I nodded with a smile.
Chandra kept pawing mom throughout the drive back to the farmhouse. By the time we reached, her lehenga was off and her choli had been torn off her. Now she was completely naked, except for all her jewelry.
That was how Chandra carried her, caveman style into the house. As he was carrying her, she looked up at me from behind his back and pointing to him made a 'beheading' gesture. I smiled at her.
Instead of following them, I waited for mom's moans to start coming from his room.
From mom's moans it seemed that she was taking him in her ass.
I hurried to the room that had his papers and money and quickly filled a couple of bags with his gold, jewels and cash.
Then going back to my room, I prepared two injections of the knock-out drug, one for backup, just in case.
I waited for mom's moans and screams to stop. I had to inject him when he was asleep.
After some time no more noise could be heard from the room. Picking up the injections, I first went to the kitchen and picked up the sharpest knife I could find. Then I hobbled to the bedroom hoping that Chandra had fallen asleep by now.
But this was not to be. Not only was he awake, he was still going at it with my mom.
Mom was squatting on the floor and Chandra was standing in front of her, facing in the same direction so that his stinky butt was in front of my mom's beautiful face.
Her face was buried in his ass as she was French kissing his filthy butthole, pushing her pink tongue as far as it would inside him while sucking his dirty sphincter with her full pink lips. With one hand she had reached his front and was jacking off his huge cock and with the other she was diddling her clit.
A few minutes of this and suddenly, Chandra turned around and with a roar came all over my mother's naked body. Gobs of his cum landed on her hair, her face, her neck. shoulders and her breasts.
Amazingly, he was still hard. So he picked up mom and got her on all fours on the bed and knelt on the bed behind her. Grabbing her buttocks her pried her cheeks apart and thrust hard into her ass, making her scream, "AARRRGGGHHHHUUUUUFFFF!!"
Grabbing her waist he squatted behind her and started pumping in and out of her ass. In about ten minutes, mom was shouting, "YES! YESS! YESSS!! HAAARDDERRR! HARDER! HARDER! TEAR MY SLUTTY ASS!! RIP IT APARRTTT!! FUCK YEAH! FUCK ME HARDER! Fuck my ass like its a pussy! AAAAHHHH!! AAUUUUOOOHHH!!"
Chandra happily obliged and gripping her waist tightly, thrust harder and harder, the sounds of their slapping flesh echoing through the house.
Then he shouted, "AAARRRGGHHH!! FUUCCCKKK!! TAKE IT YOU FUCKING SLUT! YOU DIRTY WHORE WIFE!! TAKE IT! TAKE MY CUM UP YOUR SLUT ASS, YOU FUCKING SLUT WIFE!!"
Clenching his butt he released his cum deep inside her ass and collapsed on top of mom.
After lying on top of her for about a minute, he moved off her. When his cock popped out of her tight butt, a mixture of semen, blood and a little shit spurted out.
Mom ran into the bathroom to clean up while Chandra fell asleep snoring, finally exhausted.
I waited for mom to come out. When she came out and saw me, she smiled and putting a finger to her lips, gestured for me to remain quiet.
She then climbed onto the bed next to Chandra and pressed his snoring face between her big breasts and gestured for me to come closer.
Moving quickly, I climbed onto the bed and injected the drug into his neck, before he could stir.
Finally, we had Chandra where we wanted.
Getting down from the bed, mom asked me, "How long will he be out?"
"Around three hours." I replied.
Handing me his car keys, she said, "Get the car's plastic cover from its trunk."
Taking the keys, I started to leave the room when she added, "Get the extra strong rubber bands as well."
"Okay."
When I returned to the room with the car cover and rubber bands I saw that mom was now dressed in a long nightie. All the jewelry that Chandra had bought her, including the waist chain was lying on the floor.
She had laid the unconscious Chandra face down on the bed and was in the process of tying his hands behind his back with one of the ropes that he had kept on the table.
I spread the plastic cover on the floor. Once Chandra was tied securely, we dragged him down from the bed and placed him on the plastic.
Picking up the knife I had got from the kitchen I moved towards his unconscious form when mom stopped me.
"What are you doing?" she asked.
"I'm going to slit his throat."
"No, he doesn't deserve such an easy death."
"What do you have in mind?"
"I had this idea while digging that hole in the back yard ... you know how the lamas used to execute people when they ruled Tibet? So they could kill people without messing up their own karma?"
"You want him die by exposure? ... oh, bury him alive!"
"Yes"
I looked down at him and was filled with utter loathing; I stamped him hard with my heel in the small of his back.
Mom was also looking at him with a look of utter hatred and anger. "Help me string him up on these harnesses." she said.
Soon, Chandra was suspended from the roof in the harnesses that he had put up. He was suspended face down with knees folded and butt sticking out.
Mom then picked up the knife and started to walk out of the room saying, "Let's prepare this scumbag's grave."
"What?"
"Come with me."
We went out the backdoor of the house and found a few 4ft x 4ft thick metal sheets. We dragged two of these sheets and kept them near the hole we had dug earlier. It was completely dark now.
While going back into the house mom stopped near a few cactii and carefully cut two thick, long branches from one cactus plant and carried them in.
I started to get an idea about what exactly she had in mind for Chandra but didn't really believe my sweet mother to be capable of any cruelty. We went back into the house. Mom took a few knives, forks, matches, tongs, pliers and a nut-cracker from the kitchen and carried them into the bedroom where Chandra was suspended from the roof, still unconscious. Leaving all that stuff in the room, she came out and said, "We need to discuss about a few things."
So we sat in the drawing room to talk.
"You probably don't know this but your father calls up every night around midnight."
I didn't have the guts to tell her that I knew it, that I had seen everything that had happened the past few days. So I kept quiet.
She continued, "When he calls tonight, I'll tell him to come here immediately. We'll deal with this together."
"How much will you tell him?"
She hesitated and thought quietly for about a minute and then said, "We can't tell him everything. We'll just say that Chandra... attacked me once and when he was going to do it again, you jabbed him with the injection and we overpowered him."
"Sounds good." I said. It would just hurt dad to know the whole sordid saga.
After supper we went back to the room.
"Can you wake him up?" mom asked.
"I'll try."
It took a few mugs of water from the bathroom, hard slaps and punches to finally wake him up.
Mom was oiling her palms. I looked at her questioningly. She gave me a cold smile, "I'm going to give him the last erection he'll ever have... " Looking at Chandra she said, "Hey baby, time for me to fulfill my fantasies, fantasies I got when you were hurting me."
"What's going on?" he asked, confused.
Mom said to me, "You wanted to look at the paperwork in detail?" in the same tone that she used when I was a kid to tell me to go out and play when she wanted to be left alone.
After landing a punch on Chandra's face I went to the paperwork room and started to look through it to see if there was anything else I could find.
As I was going through the papers, I was startled by an unearthly scream. It wasn't mom. Another scream. I had no idea that a man could make such a sound.
Tuning out the noise, I continued trying to make sense of all the papers. Time flew by as I sorted the papers that documented his dealings with the two mafia bosses and filed them separately. Looking at some other papers I realized that Chandra had targeted dad's business for the past one and a half years so he would suffer losses and then Chandra came in with a lot of business like a heaven-sent. He had planned for a long time to get my mother, like I had planned for a long time to take him down.
I suddenly realized the Chandra had become quiet. I went to the room and saw that mom was naked, covered in splatters of blood that was not her own. She looked at me and said simply, "I didn't want my clothes to get stained."
I looked at Chandra and realized why some primitive cultures handed their prisoners of war to their women for torture.
His bloodied mouth was stuffed with a cactus. His nose was broken and bloody, his jaw seemed to be broken, one eye was swollen shut, the other eye was permanently open with its eyelid hanging off, both ears were bloody and hanging off his skull. His bloodied fingers were broken and twisted at odd angles. His kneecaps and elbows busted and bleeding and feet and ankles broken and twisted. The other cactus was stuffed up his behind.
His dick was surprisingly erect, then I noticed the extra strong rubber bands tightly wound around the base of his erection. I reminded me of how shepherds castrate some of their sheep. The dick would eventually rot away and fall off.
The plastic sheet below him was covered with blood, piss and shit. There was also a bloody mass lying there that I realized was his tongue.
Chandra seemed to have passed out.
"I think I'm done for now." mom said blithely and went to her room to take a bath.
Dad called around 12:30 a.m.
Mom told him, "COME BACK IMMEDIATELY! I'LL TELL YOU WHEN YOU GET HERE ... YES HE'S AWAKE ... HERE..." she handed me the phone.
"What's going on?" dad asked me, his voice sounded faint and far away.
"CAN'T TELL YOU ON THE PHONE" I shouted into the phone.
"Okay, I'll leave immediately, should be there by evening tomorrow."
After the phone call, we cut Chandra down onto the plastic sheet and dragged him outside to the hole and dumped him in. He realized what was happening and started squirming and yelling over the cactus in this mouth, terrified.
"Bye, bye bitch!" mom said to him as we covered the hole with the two metal sheets and covered them up with soil.
The next day, we spent the day talking about what to do with the money we were taking from Chandra; we mused that the hit orders on the two mafia bosses must be being put into action.
Dad reached there by around 4 p.m. He listened in silence with mounting anger as we brought him up to speed.
"Show me where he is." dad said.
We went out and dad uncovered the 'grave'. Chandra was still alive and had managed to chew and spit out or swallow the cactus in his mouth. He ooked up in abject terror and croaked out, "Peeee geph me ouph oph here, ey're aww aouufff me!"
"Who's all around you, you stinking sleazebag?" dad asked him.
"Ba womem ... ba womem ..." he replied without a tongue in hid mouth.
Dad spat at him and taking a shovel stabbed him in the stomach and crotch. Chandra screamed helplessly.
I clicked his picture on his own camera.
We covered him back up and dad made a small cement and stone cover over it with cement he found in the garage. The winter showers brought by the north-east monsoon winds would harden the cement sufficiently.
We quickly left the place, helping ourselves to Chandra's gold and cash. Dad wasn't happy about it but mom convinced him to take it as compensation for all the trouble Chandra had put us through.
My plan to take Chandra out and have his two patrons killed so that their gangs would spend time decimating each other, worked like a charm. Within a month both gangs were all but finished. All dirty cops on their payroll stayed out of the fight. The gangwar ended after dad posted the two files I had prepared to the two gangs, who naturally thought that Chandra had played them both. They joined forces to look for him and only gave up after dad sent one of them the film with Chandra's photo that I had clicked.
In the ensuing years, I went to the US for further studies, sponsored by the late Bheem Chandra Singh. I decided to stay on and started the process to become a US citizen.
Dad tried to build up his business in India but gave up thanks to the increasingly socialist policies of the government leading to stifling corruption. So my parents decided to emigrate to the US as well.
I had not expected to get married but then I met a wonderful woman who saw past my disability and instead of pitying me, admired how I carried myself. We got married and have had wonderful life together; raised three great kids. The eldest son is now a Lieutenant Colonel in the USMC. Our daughter is a microbiologist with a research lab and the youngest son, a professor at MIT.
India broke free from the shackles of socialist policies in the nineteen nineties but didn't go full free-market. As a result, great health care is way cheaper there than in the US. So my wife and I started making a trip once or twice a year to India for any medical needs.
Mom and dad had a good life together and passed away a two months apart in 2017.
The whole experience with Chandra affected me in a strange way. When I had looked at his battered body in his grave, I had thought that I would see it in my nightmares for the rest of my life. But that did not happen. I guess my conscience is clear that he had it coming to him.
But I would occasionally have nightmares of him banging my mother. I never did forgive myself for failing to protect her. We got revenge, yes but it would have been better to protect her.
I had developed a habit of visiting Chandra's grave and pissing on it whenever I visited India. I realized the the nightmares would stop for a few months every time I did that. It was as if his tormented spirit did not want to be forgotten and called to me to visit his grave even if it was to desecrate it. Nobody else knew or cared where he was but me. And like a victim of abuse he longed for a connection.
Or maybe it was all in my head.
The city near the old farmhouse expanded right across the woods surrounding it. But the farmhouse itself was left alone. It had gained quite the reputation for being a haunted place.
My wife once asked me where I kept sneaking off to whenever we visited India. I told her that I went to piss on the grave of my mom's rapist and gave her a heavily sanitized version of the events of so long ago.
She visited the farmhouse with me once but was instantly creeped out.
I don't feel scared though. As I walk through the gates I can feel the presence of all the women who had disappeared, all of Chandra's victims reaching out to me, to thank me. "We tormented him the way he tormented us. Thank you!" I hear them whisper to me in the breeze.
And that is why I'm standing here behind this decrepit old farmhouse. Excuse me, but I really do need to go pee.
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