Misc. Erotica ...And My Mother doesn't Remain Ours

[xfirefox]

a simple pious small town housewife ruined at the river bank so brutally in the morning that too in her hidden coward son's presence, then her future is already seem grim, god help this family.

now we know how this dude has gotten such a name 'RAMBO'. and he has proved it with flying marks. and it seems she wasn't his first prey. he has done this before, hence the name. and he doesn't seem that stupid as he seems and the way he carried out and the way he left the seen of crime with such a ease it seems he had calculated all this before acting upon it, like must have been following her for the past few days, he must be observing her routine, only after that he's gone with it.

for the lady there seems to be too many things to worry about apart such forced sex, that is disease or hygiene, pregnancy, fear of going out, being alone, guilt, loss of enthusiasm and a fu**ed up psychology and on top of it all which she doesn't even know is her loss of her son (he is good as dead as when in need of time he just stood watching, when should he have died fighting for her no matter what the situation be). has anyone apart from her son has seen what had happened to her, could be problematic in future, blackmail, coercion etc.

lets see how she cops out with what has just happened to her, and how she faces her husband, society and especially herself. would family dynamics be changed for her, what would be her son's perspective from now onwards.

would her husband and daughter observe the change physiological and psychological, a lot to see and happen, story could go in many directions ontoward, time will tell. And what would her son's role going to be, savior, accessor or aggressor. saviour he couldn't be, well we had already seen he stayed behind. aggressor he can't be he's timid. accessor is what i believe he would be for him being a passive personality.

Damn, even i didn't anticipated such an outcome, not in a long shot, writer has just surprised me. let's see what the future hold's for this family.

[garamrohan]

a simple pious small town housewife ruined at the river bank so brutally in the morning that too in her hidden coward son's presence, then her future is already seem grim, god help this family.

now we know how this dude has gotten such a name 'RAMBO'. and he has proved it with flying marks. and it seems she wasn't his first prey. he has done this before, hence the name.

for the lady there seems to be too many things to worry about apart such a brutal act of bang, that is disease or hygiene, pregnancy, fear of going out, being alone, guilt, loss of enthusiasm and a fu**ed up psychology and on top of it all which she doesn't even know is her loss of her son (he is good as dead as when in need of time he just stood watching, when should he have died fighting for her no matter what the situation be).

lets see how she cops out with what has just happened to her, and how she faces her husband, society and especially herself.

Damn, even i didn't anticipated such an outcome, not in a long shot, writer has just surprised me. let's see what the future hold's for this family.

You are giving some serious thought to the story, friend. It's amazing and thanks for taking time to write elaborate feedback. I am hopeful the updates will unfold in way that won't disappoint you. Keep visiting.

[xfirefox]

reread the above post edited and added few of my other observations. engaging in a story is how i enjoy the story or anything that i like to read.

one way to enjoy a story is looking at it from writer's perspective, it raises my curiosity as what would and could happen, there could be so many alternative ways that this story could go, but what?

[Farz@123]

Update kab aayega

[garamrohan]

reread the above post edited and added few of my other observations. engaging in a story is how i enjoy the story or anything that i like to read.

one way to enjoy a story is looking at it from writer's perspective, it raises my curiosity as what would and could happen, there could be so many alternative ways that this story could go, but what?

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[garamrohan]

Update kab aayega

Next update will take time, you can expect by Sunday evening.

[xfirefox]

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[LovePookie]

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[garamrohan]

Didi is Home

I was totally lost. My mind was full of turmoil — sympathy for mummy and shame, guilt that I didn’t jump in to save my own mother. What a useless son I had proved myself!

I laid there watching her walk miserably, sighing in pain and burdened by sorrow. Her face was still in shock, unable to accept that such a cruel thing had happened to her, which she might have only read in the newspaper or seen in the movie. It was evident that she couldn’t even carry the bucket properly. I badly wanted to go and help her carry it, but I didn't. 

Me coming to her at the moment would have caused more damage than help. Which lady could bear her son knowing she has been corrupted? That would have made her position more awkward, the thing I wanted to avoid at any cost.

I laid there, alone, long past she had left the ghat to go home. Thinking about the incident and what stopped me from acting? Why didn’t my blood boil seeing that bastard harassing my mother? And I burst out, crying, shedding tears on the already moist grass.

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I tiptoed in the home, praying to god to give mummy the strength so to get out of this bad experience. My mummy was a very simple and decent lady. She was never seen quarreling with my dad or for that sake anyone, nor did she ever scold me or didi. She was truly the pious, beautiful Indian lady. A perfect wife and even better mother.

I could not find her as I walked through the house and as my heart sank; for my mind started anticipating all the bad possibilities. I double checked her bedroom, kitchen but not even a fuss. The backyard was empty as well. Oh god… tell me she hadn’t done any harm to her life, I panicked. 

I sat on my toes, catching head in both of my head and heart throbbing like it would burst. And suddenly I heard fluttering on the clothes in the backyard, I ran like anything and as I saw her putting clothes and laundry on the wire for drying, I had the most relieving feeling of my life. I couldn’t have forgiven myself, had something mishap happened that day. 

As she turned and feebly asked, in the tired tone, “Aagaye? Do minute ruko khana banati hoon.”
(“You’r home? Give me two minutes and I will prepare food for you.”) 

I just nodded in affirmation, tightening my lips to control the whine and retired into the home.

—-

I didn’t disturb her after mummy went to the bedroom for a nap. I was to skip college as Didi and Jiju were coming home for the first time. Papa had also taken a half-day leave and would be coming home at any moment. While Jiju had his own car; as they were coming from Delhi, they were commuting via train. Papa and I were to pick them up from the station which was around 2-3 km, within walking distance from our home. 

Papa entered the home with a rush as he always does. Yelling how come things are not in place and pushed me to wear new clothes. As he turned to the bedroom to wake mummy up, I stopped him.

“Don’t Papa. She is tired and her leg is swollen.” Did I convey something that I should have kept to myself? I never had been that smart. 

With a bitter expression he turned, and went to freshen up in the backyard. As I was changing into new clothes, I overheard him complaining to himself — “Whenever there is any good occasion, she always catches ill…” 
 
We were at the station at 3:00 PM as the train was to arrive at 3:30 PM. Dad was sitting beside me, on a bench, with a rigid face. Over the road he had lectured me on how to behave in the presence of guests at home. He is a good natured person, but at times annoys with his paranoid nature. As much as I know him, he was planning out ‘khatirdari’ (hospitality) for his son-in-law on his first visit.  Actually, he along with my mummy had already done the shopping — the clothes for the couple and the gold-ring for Jiju. But he was living like a typical Indian father of a newlywed girl.
   
A handsome, tall guy stood before us, with bags in hand, and it took me for a moment to recognize my Jiju. With classy goggles on, he smiled with confidence. 

“Papa… Jiju is here.” I shook papa who had lost in a trance and stood up, smiling back at Jiju. My eyes were searching for Didi but in the crowd I couldn’t see her. 
 
Papa did a heartfelt welcome of his beloved son-in-law and enquired of the wellness of his family and how the travel was. He was so overwhelmed that he probably forgot his own daughter was also coming along.

And Didi came to my eyes, walking towards us from a shop at the platform, sipping juice from the bottle; and how beautiful she looked in that black anarkali dress and large glass on eyes, both suited to her fair colour. 

She came and patted me, as we shared a truly affectionate smile.

“You look quite different, di!” I exclaimed.

“Oh is that so? Maybe you not being there testing my patience might have bettered me?” she flicked her eyebrows. 

“How cheap…” Jiju playfully hit the back of her head and suddenly I noticed why she looked so different. She had cut her hair into long bob cut; which was suiting her very well and complementing her beauty, the kind of cuts my papa never had allowed.

As we walked the path to our home, we three were talking and cracking jokes. And as I was looking at papa through the corner of my eyes, he didn’t seem happy with the changes in Didi. It was no surprise; not for me, nor for Didi.

[Farz@123]

Great... Please give regular updates

[xfirefox]

so the girl is home in a anarkali suits, which has a possibility of turning into anarphool suit. {oh my cheap and vulgar thoughts . he he).

it seems his dad is kind of an perfectionist, where people like him they want everything to be their way which is quite frustrating and it would only cause a problem for people with such attitude, if they keep acting like that, then other people generally distances from them. this kind of nagging behaviour usually irritate closer people more in a long run.

so menakashi and rohan has a more friendly relation then your usual sibling type could be becoz of less age difference.

[garamrohan]

Great... Please give regular updates

Thanks Farz. I am managing with my job. Glad you are liking what I have written so far. Please stay with the thread.

so the girl is home in a anarkali suits, which has a possibility of turning into anarphool suit. {oh my cheap and volgour thoughts . he he).

Uhhhh, blossoming the bud? So cheesy thought.. won't confirm anything and spoil it. But liked your involvement and adding new perspectives.

[The_Writer]

Wow..! I really do love these kinda slow-burning erotic stories..!! Such a beautifully written story so far, I loved every single line while reading. Well done, bro.. Now this is something that gives a loud shoutout to the “garamrohan” brand. Spot on!

I really don’t want to give any sort of reviews to stories like this, because pointing out negative things kills the treatment of that story. That said, I would like to point out (others already did that) that the sex part could have been done a little slowly, taking its time, etc., but I also won’t do that because, as a lover and an avid reader of stories like this (and I have read dozens of them), I can easily make out why you did it the way you did.

Now, moving on to the characters, I’m sure there is something, some reason that made the mother surrender. I mean, yeah, it was not that she didn’t resist or put up a fight, but man, don’t we all see that something did happen very quickly, not unexpectedly, but really fast.

And yeah, why the heck did the narrator allow this shit to happen? If I have to take a wild guess, then it would be that sometime ago in the past, the narrator might have had some kind of M.I.L.F. interaction… or something related to mature ladies, etc. Because the way he’s describing his situation, while Rambo was having a taste of his mom, the fact can’t be ignored that the narrator really had some M.I.L.F fantasies somewhere in his mind.

Also, personally, I’m not much into these brother-sister relationships, but I do want to see what you have in store.

Wait, so there's a 'Jiju' in the picture now, and it's the Chapter 3... I mean, the continuity..? Hmm, and the narrator's mom already had the taste of a dick other than her husband's...!

Woah..! That’s it, bro. I gotta stop here to refrain myself from imagining things... many things.

All the best, Author Saab.

Keep writing, keep rocking.

[garamrohan]

Wow..! I really do love these kinda slow-burning erotic stories..!! Such a beautifully written story so far, I loved every single line while reading. Well done, bro.. Now this is something that gives a loud shoutout to the “garamrohan” brand. Spot on!
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Hey bro. Thanks for this elaborate reply and glad to see you are back. Thanks for showing trust (at least for time being) despite the initial encounter seemed abrupt and unnecessary. 

You are guessing the direction to the good accuracy. The next update will come soon. Thanks again.

[Nobita]

Nice update

[xfirefox]

waiting

[garamrohan]

Nice update

Thank you 

[garamrohan]

waiting

Hello bro. Will be posting late in the night.

[Erotica erotica]

update next part

[Nobita]

Waiting brother