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

[Agnyatavasi]

Bro as a co-writer in this site i was really waiting for the next part..to be honest i was opening the english sex stories section to check the latest updates of this story

Continue the story asap

[garamrohan]

Sorry guys. Struggling a bit with time. But have started working on the update. Will start posting in a day or two.

[Siva40]

Waiting

[Henry]

The story is a great slow burn erotica. In the early part of my service life, I know of such an incident between a couple I know, a little away from the city of Calcutta. Although many people did't know why did they divorce suddenly! I had a close relationship with the couple's husband. So I knew that the reason for the divorce of the middle-aged couple was that the wife had sheltered a mentally unstable vagabond in their home and had sexual relation with him. However, as the couple was in their early forties, they got a mature dicision, mutual divorce without informing the society. Both husband and wife are govt employee. The wife was a primary college teacher, not extreme beautiful but a good looking middle age fair woman. She moved away with a job transfer after the divorce. She took the vagabond and a child of the previous marriage of that vagabond with her. I don't know what happened to their lives after that.
A long time ago, I remembered the incident after reading this story. I am thrilled. The story going very well. Does this Rambo already have a small child without a mother, apart from the physical satisfaction with Rambo, will this motherly figure woman Madhurima influenced by the motherly love for Rambar's children? That's why his mom does not remain them? It will be understood ahead, let the story continue, in the author's own style.

[garamrohan]

Bro as a co-writer in this site i was really waiting for the next part..to be honest i was opening the english sex stories section to check the latest updates of this story

Continue the story asap

Thanks a lot Agnyatavasi for letting me know you are liking this story. I will be posting daily updates here onwards.

The story is a great slow burn erotica. In the early part of my service life, I know of such an incident between a couple I know, a little away from the city of Calcutta.  Although many people did't know why did they divorce suddenly! I had a close relationship with the couple's husband. So I knew that the reason for the divorce of the middle-aged couple was that the wife had sheltered a mentally unstable vagabond in their home and had sexual relation with him. However, as the couple was in their early forties, they got a mature dicision, mutual divorce without informing the society. Both husband and wife are govt employee. The wife was a primary college teacher, not extreme beautiful but a good looking middle age fair woman. She moved away with a job transfer after the divorce. She took the vagabond and a child of the previous marriage of that vagabond with her. I don't know what happened to their lives after that.
A long time ago, I remembered the incident after reading this story. I am thrilled. The story going very well. Does this Rambo already have a small child without a mother, apart from the physical satisfaction with Rambo, will this motherly figure woman Madhurima influenced by the motherly love for Rambar's children? That's why his mom does not remain them? It will be understood ahead, let the story continue, in the author's own style.

Hello Henry bro pleasure to see you here. It's wonderful knowing that this story awakened some hot/weird memories of you from the past. The story is going to unpack in the similar but not exactly same direction. I hope you will enjoy reading the subsequent development.

[garamrohan]

Thanks you very much for your replies erotica, nobita and Siva

[garamrohan]

After the heartbreaking scene at the ghat this morning, my mind was a mess. I kept worrying if mummy would ever recover from such a blow to her pride. I would never have forgiven myself if something had happened to her, but god was kind to us.

The mood had completely changed. I watched as mummy lovingly questioned didi about her married life. They stood together in the kitchen while mummy prepared dinner; all of didi’s favorite dishes. I’ve always hated kheer, but tonight I didn't mind. I was just happy for mummy, for didi, and for our whole family.

I stood at the kitchen doorway, caught between two worlds. I could hear dad and jiju talking in the outer room, while occasionally chatting with didi as she helped mummy with the cooking.

“Shouldn’t we have dinner in the backyard?” I suggested.

Didi’s face lit up. On summer nights, we used to eat outside to enjoy the cool breeze through the trees and the soft moonlight. I remembered the countless hours we spent there gossiping, telling horror stories, or just lying on our backs counting stars; at least until papa yelled at us to come inside and sleep. He’s always been a bit traditional and overprotective, but since our area wasn't very developed, his caution actually made sense.

“Babu… are you out of your mind? Your Papa won't like it,” mummy warned. She didn't even look up as she stirred the pot and added crushed cardamom to the kheer.

“Don’t worry, I’ll handle him,” didi promised with a wink.

Just then, we heard jiju call out from the other room. “Wow! What an aroma. It seems mummy-ji has planned a special treat for us!”

“Yes,” papa replied. “Meenakshi loves kheer.”

“Oh, really? I love it too!” jiju said loudly, making sure didi could hear him.

didi turned to mummy and whispered, “Do you hear this drama? I made kheer for him just last week and he wouldn't even finish a bowl.”

“Is that any way to talk about your husband?” mummy teased, her eyes poking at didi with affection. “You probably just didn't make it right.”

I wandered into the outer room and sat on the couch next to jiju. I really liked him; he was the perfect match for Meenakshi di. He was tall and well-built, with a great corporate job and an adventurous streak. Didi told us he went on treks all the time. He was clean-shaven except for a perfectly maintained handlebar mustache, and his style was always elegant. Most importantly, he clearly adored didi.

I understood that he was doing his best to charm his old-fashioned father-in-law. I doubted he would ever truly impress papa; not because Jiju lacked anything, but because papa was just a difficult, disinterested man. Nothing seemed to ever impress or surprise him.

“So papa-ji,” jiju said, trying to find common ground, “Meenakshi told me Rohan is quite the cricket player. I’m sure he’ll play professionally one day.”

“Hmm…” papa grunted. He stood up, shook his head sarcastically, and walked out the front door without another word.

I looked at jiju. He was already looking at me, his eyebrows raised in a silent question as he fought back a grin.

The next second, we both burst into laughter.

—--


We enjoyed dinner in the backyard, packed in the sweater and shawl in the peak winter of January. jiju and Meenakshi di were teasing each other, cracking jokes and I joined them. I could see mummy was also enjoying this first extended-family meeting. Only papa finished the dinner silently.

We were sitting on a big mat spread over the ground and as mummy and didi picked up the used dishes, we spread leisurely on that mat itself. It was a full moon and hence I asked didi to turn off the light in the backyard.

Now only the pleasant moonlight was pouring over us and with heavy lids and blankets over us, we laid there - papa, jiju in the middle, and I am to his left. For five minutes nobody spoke; apart from papa’s poke at jiju asking if they should go to have paan? But Jiju wasn’t interested.

“Do you have any girlfriend?” jiju asked in the backnoise of the dish washing noise and murmur of talk between mummy and didi coming from near the water tank in the backyard. 

“How can you ask me this? I am very serious about my career.” my protection mode enabled immediately.

“What does a girlfriend have to do with a career?" he counterargued. 

“May or may not be..” papa spoke up abruptly, followed by a taunt to me, “But babu would most be benefitted from career guidance, he is unnecessarily smart at useless stuff.” 

“Why are you walking like that?” papa spoke suddenly looking at the mummy and didi coming to us, after finishing their job. “I fell over my knee this morning.” Mummy sighed and sat by us. So did didi. 

My heart twitched again; for I knew that mummy was lying; but what other choice did she have living in the messed up society of ours? Even support from her husband cannot be assumed in such cases, and mummy was so simple and naive that there was no chance she would talk of her suffering to anyone, not with papa either.

“Oh it's swollen like anything mummy, you could have told me. Let me massage it with ointment.” Didi caressed her knee, of course I could only faintly make it out in the dim moonlight. 

“Not required beta” she said, “Rohan babu, drop your blanket for your didi and jiju today, the washed blankets are still wet.”

I knew that already. I affirmed silently. 

[xfirefox]

nice update
setting up the rhythm, building a good story background. slowly highlighting the characters and pace.
do show the layout of the house just for clarity and engagement in story.

[Nobita]

Nice buildup

[garamrohan]

nice update
setting up the rhythm, building a good story background. slowly highlighting the characters and pace.
do show the layout of the house just for clarity and engagement in story.

That's a nice idea. I will try that out. 

Nice buildup

Thanks bro.

[garamrohan]

Map of the area:




Layout of the house:

[xfirefox]

this shows your dedication towards this story or how serious you take tasks.

there it seems a lot of green cover because most of the land is not occupied yet.

once in a while do mention in what year this story is taking place.

excellent work buddy.

[garamrohan]

It was a pleasant winter morning. I was returning from practice. As I had missed the practice the earlier day, the coach drained sweat out of me and did not let me retire until my legs got sore. As I reached that particular turn, I paddled fast, controlling the urge to look at that shop beside the public toilet. 

It would be better to forget the tragedy as an accident, I thought. It was not going to happen again, ever. It was the outcome of a bad time — the man was aroused; incidentally mummy fell to his eye, and was found alone at a secluded place. And brutal nature staged for the show; the desire to quench the carnal thirst pushed the man to do forbidden things with my pious mummy.

I looked at that side but, at the last moment, just like I checked when I was going to practice in the morning. He was not there and I didn’t want to see him. Better if he would leave the town somehow, to show up never ever.

As I was putting the cycle to the stand, I could smell the delicious poha aroma. Jiju and papa were having breakfast, standing at the door. Mummy was doing rituals by the tulsi structure in the verandah. 

“Mummy, poha for me as well…” I ordered as I descended to take off my shoes.

That went unlistened, mummy wouldn’t hold on the chanting during puja for anything and I called for Meenakshi di.

“Easy… Can’t you wait for 5 mins?” papa gave a stern look at me. 

“Hey Rohan. Let’s share the dish” my ever cool jiju forwarded dish to me; I tossed a spoonful of poha in my mouth, ignoring papa’s troubling gaze. 

“Here is your dish, babu…” Didi came outside. “Can you bunk your college today?”

“Seriously?” papa panicked. 

Didi bit her tongue, and jiju tightened his lips to suppress the laughter. “I mean we had plans for the day, including a visit to the temple and doing some shopping with your jiju.. So I just thought you would be happy to join us,” She pursued. 

“Sorry didi, maybe I can join you in the evening but I have to go to college. Exams are approaching” I came to rescue before the situation became tense further. 

“Give some poha to that poor fellow.” I overheard papa saying. But I was involved in the planning with jiju.  

“Not a bad idea, fine with me. We will go to the market in the evening, what do you say?” jiju suggested to didi and we kept waiting for the response as she stood dumbfounded.

I did not understand what really happened to her and her face panicked as if she had seen a ghost and she cried, “mummy…. careful”.

Before I turned back, mummy had collapsed on the ground and all of us ran to her. She was gasping like anything and I put water glass to her shaking lips. Her eyes were full of absolute terror. And when I turned to check what she panicked at, it was my turn to go mad with a hysteria attack.

The Rambo guy was standing, a few feet away from us, jaws dropped of surprise and with big eyes looking at my mummy.

“Kha… kha.. Khana,” he requested, coming back to his senses, in a low, stammering voice, and I understood that the bad dream is not over yet.   

[garamrohan]

this shows your dedication towards this story or how serious you take tasks.

there it seems a lot of green cover because most of the land is not occupied yet.

once in a while do mention in what year this story is taking place.

excellent work buddy.

Thanks bro. Any guess about the year of the happening?

[saka1981]

Great writing bro ...ur dedication is ultimate ......waiting what's going to be next?

[xfirefox]

I would say late 90's or early 2000's, before cellphone era

[xfirefox]

It was a pleasant winter morning. I was returning from practice. As I had missed the practice the earlier day, the coach drained sweat out of me and did not let me retire until my legs got sore. As I reached that particular turn, I paddled fast, controlling the urge to look at that shop beside the public toilet. 

It would be better to forget the tragedy as an accident, I thought. It was not going to happen again, ever. It was the outcome of a bad time — the man was aroused; incidentally mummy fell to his eye, and was found alone at a secluded place. And brutal nature staged for the show; the desire to quench the carnal thirst pushed the man to do forbidden things with my pious mummy.

I looked at that side but, at the last moment, just like I checked when I was going to practice in the morning. He was not there and I didn’t want to see him. Better if he would leave the town somehow, to show up never ever.

As I was putting the cycle to the stand, I could smell the delicious poha aroma. Jiju and papa were having breakfast, standing at the door. Mummy was doing rituals by the tulsi structure in the verandah. 

“Mummy, poha for me as well…” I ordered as I descended to take off my shoes.

That went unlistened, mummy wouldn’t hold on the chanting during puja for anything and I called for Meenakshi di.

“Easy… Can’t you wait for 5 mins?” papa gave a stern look at me. 

“Hey Rohan. Let’s share the dish” my ever cool jiju forwarded dish to me; I tossed a spoonful of poha in my mouth, ignoring papa’s troubling gaze. 

“Here is your dish, babu…” Didi came outside. “Can you bunk your college today?”

“Seriously?” papa panicked. 

Didi bit her tongue, and jiju tightened his lips to suppress the laughter. “I mean we had plans for the day, including a visit to the temple and doing some shopping with your jiju.. So I just thought you would be happy to join us,” She pursued. 

“Sorry didi, maybe I can join you in the evening but I have to go to college. Exams are approaching” I came to rescue before the situation became tense further. 

“Give some poha to that poor fellow.” I overheard papa saying. But I was involved in the planning with jiju.  

“Not a bad idea, fine with me. We will go to the market in the evening, what do you say?” jiju suggested to didi and we kept waiting for the response as she stood dumbfounded.

I did not understand what really happened to her and her face panicked as if she had seen a ghost and she cried, “mummy…. careful”.

Before I turned back, mummy had collapsed on the ground and all of us ran to her. She was gasping like anything and I put water glass to her shaking lips. Her eyes were full of absolute terror. And when I turned to check what she panicked at, it was my turn to go mad with a hysteria attack.

The Rambo guy was standing, a few feet away from us, jaws dropped of surprise and with big eyes looking at my mummy.

“Kha… kha.. Khana,” he requested, coming back to his senses, in a low, stammering voice, and I understood that the bad dream is not over yet.   

this rambo guy is quite bold or I could guess out of mind. it seems he is not bothered by society norms or has no care how society functions. he is purely driven by his biology. As if he feels hungry he hunt's for food or if he's aroused he satiates it by watching at lewd b-grade movie posters or if the window of opportunity opens up he simply grabs it like he did it the day before at river ghat and today again he simply walked to madhurima while she was performing her morning tulsi pooja.

full erotic and out of bounds

[garamrohan]

Thank you very much Saka, firefox.

Things are becoming clearer to reders as story is progressing, great to see you guys can feel the world I am writing about.

[The_Writer]

Wow...!

That's really great writing, bro. And, the map too is helping a lot here. I, personally, loved the story so far.

Waiting for more.

[xfirefox]

well we need kha..kha..khana too! update