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

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[garamrohan]

Well, we have grown up seeing the strict nature of Papa but sometimes he becomes too unreasonable. I mean, I knew in the morning itself he wouldn't join us for the market visit in the evening; but why not mummy? Common.. she was sensible enough to know how to carry herself along with the newly-wed couple without spoiling their privacy, and I was anyway going with them.



But dad had got a new excuse by then - mummy’s dizziness in the morning. Well, it was nothing of serious kind, and I knew exactly what made her feel uncomfortable at the moment. Nothing was to happen to her due to roaming in the market, rather that would have made her feel better.


We were all ready and papa was sitting on the reclined chair, reading an old magazine. Di signaled mummy to get ready; mummy just smiled pointing at papa. She had been so loyal to him and so careful for all of us, that she had no ambitions, wishes for herself. Her world started and ended with us. And that thing had made me respect and love her even more.


As we were stepping outside, Jiju cleared his throat and with a smiling face said, “See Papa ji, mummy ji is not yet ready. We are getting late.” Dad’s check post collapsed with that super missile launched by Jiju. And he himself had to turn his face out of paper and ask mummy to go along with us.


Well I love cycling so much, but there is nothing as joyful as walking with your family in the market. I was walking with Jiju, trying to impress him with my PJs while mummy and Di followed us. Quite a womanly chat they had been having!  Di was so lucky to have such a forward minded husband, I thought. Considering this was happening around 2000-01, how many husbands were okay with letting their wife go with her choice of food, education and career? She was wearing a washed out denim Jean, and a cream coloured, loose-fit T shirt. And the golden, delicate earrings. Those were big round, the size of a bangle and literally touching her shoulder. She looked like a model in that attire. Needless to say, watching her in that attire had brought creases at dad’s forehead. But now at least she was out of the cage; she had got someone who cared for her more than controlling her.


“Mummy ji, we will eat outside only, can carry parcel for Papa ji,” suggested Jiju. 


“You guys please enjoy. I have prepared food for me and Meenakshi’s papa,” mummy replied, “ he doesn't like outside food.”


“But you do, right? Common mummy ji. There is no point in coming to the market and returning empty stomach. Meenakshi was boasting of the tasty chats, panipuri, snacks and what not. Is it true or just another blunder of her?” He winked at Di. 


“See for yourself. We are not far away,” Di.


“ The Panipuri you should definitely try, damad ji. It’s the best,” Mummy spoke up soothingly. The faint smile was glorifying her pretty face. Lipstick – never she put on, nor did she need it. 


We argued that bhel/chat is much better. It was the only thing on which Di and I had a consensus. 


“I will eat Panipuri only,” Jiju teased us, “After all how can I let down the word from my mother in law. And Minakshi is not foody at all, her food choice is so decent.” 


It took us a good deal of time to roam around the market. Like always, there was very little buying and so much of exploring. I gifted the wrist bands to Jiju and Di. Whereas mummy purchased a shawl and some accessories for Di’s in-laws. It took a lot of time for them to finish shopping as Jiju and I wandered aimlessly in the market. We told the ladies to finish shopping and meet us at a famous panipuri shop, so we were heading there and suddenly I saw him.


The rambo guy was standing at a panipuri thaila (stall) and the seller was scolding him to get out. But he kept begging for some pani puri with spread out hand. I was disgusted to see him there, that would have spoiled mummy’s mood again, who was looking very happy chilling out with us. After some time he retired from there. The good thing was, he went to the other side of the market and not towards where we wanted to go for having Panipuri.


As I turned, I saw Jiju purchasing gajras (jasmine strings). I went to him, smiling. 


“It's good that you are purchasing, but will your dear wife be able to wear it in her short hair?” 


“Haha.. that’s a valid point Rohan, but it smells great isn’t it?” He smelled one thread and handled me with the other. The flowers were fresh and the scent was enticing. He asked for two gajaras. One for Di and of course another for mummy. Good then, I thought. At least mummy would wear gajara. That naturally used to look great on her with her long, beautiful hair; be it in bun, braid or loose. 


We headed to the shop then. That shop, being famous, was always full of customers. Hence the owner had made a good sitting arrangement. We gave the order. Di and I ordered chat whereas Jiju and mummy ordered panipuri.


“So delicious.. I must agree you have great taste mummy ji,” Jiju picked up another pani puri to relish. He seemed to have liked the panipuri very much. And mummy always liked pani puri. They even ordered one more plate. That evening was turning out to be wonderful. Our conversation had become colorful in the backdrop of the aroma of the chat house. 


And suddenly that Rambo guy appeared from nowhere, standing naively in front of the shop. Begging for a plate of panipuri. I became nervous and as I turned to see mummy, she coughed suddenly, spilling water over her body. She excused herself and stopped eating. Her mood instantly became bad.


“What happened mummy ji? Please help me finish, I can't finish all this?” Jiju insisted. But I knew mummy would not be eating anything. I also become super conscious, keeping an eye on  the Rambo guy for whether he notices us. At one point he looked towards us, but I couldn’t see any sign of remembrance in his eyes. 
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 Eventually the owner bowed to the persistence that the Rambo guy showed and packed some stuff to him into a newspaper and asked him to get lost. He happily picked that up and just looked towards us, just for a second, and left. 


“What? Did he notice us? Did he even remember mummy? It cannot be. He is a mad guy after all.” I tried to convince my mind all the way back to home. 


It was past 8:30 and the air was very cold. As we headed towards home, Jiju graciously offered his jerk-in to mummy, saying that she needed it most. For mummy and me the evening  had turned out to be very unusual – a mix of great joy with a tint of dark, awkward feeling. 

[garamrohan]

Extremely sorry all dear readers for making you wait so long. Especially support I am getting from you guys is so overwhelming that I am literally feeling guilty for not able to take out time for writing over last few weeks. I have resumed again and now I will ensure that I will move more consistently.

Don't miss to check on my latest update!

[Fing fing]

please update regularly. I could sense that rambo guy might marry your mummy and take her to old dirty hut and satisfy her like never before. please update and add pics+gif

[Nobita]

Good update

[garamrohan]

Thanks a lot Fing fang, Nobita and others. Your comments mean a lot to me.

[garamrohan]

When there are guests at home, the time just flies. It had been 4 days since Jiju and Di had arrived, but it felt as if they had arrived a day before only. And why wont, Jiju really gelled well with our family, his frank and witty nature was very much appreciated by all, even my papa. 



And on the other hand, every day was being celebrated like a festival. Special food, planning short outings, watching movies together and what not. I had literally skipped practice for a couple of days, and my coach was not happy with it at all. But it was just a matter of a couple of days. Di and Jiju were to return to their place in the next couple of days.


I was unhappy as I had enjoyed a lot over their short stay. But then I got to know that Di is to return back in April, this time for a long 15 days, as she was to write exams for her last year of engineering and the cherry on the cake – Jiju was to join her as well. So that compensated for the emptiness I was feeling on the day.


“Well, we will definitely be coming in April, but what’s stopping you from visiting our place papa ji”, Jiju said at the dinner. Those days, we were having dinner in the backyard only, and that was heaven.


“I would have liked, damad ji, but you know…”


“The work pressure huh… Work.. work..work.” Jiju intervened, “Just look at yourself papa ji, you have turned totally workaholic. The work never ends, but we have other stuff to deal with in life, rather important ones, don't we?”


Papa just smiled. 


“Please papa try to make out at our place during holi. When else will mummy get a chance to visit me? I am sure you will be able to take a couple of days off.”


“Yeah nothing more urgent than personal life, mummy ji will also get rest out of her daily chores.”


“Hmm.. I would have but Babu..” Mummy stammered.


“Hmm he is not Babu anymore,” Jiju chuckled, “ Next year he will go to college. I mean, I don’t mind you calling him Babu, but Rohan is grown up now and can take care of himself for a couple of days, isn’t champ?”


I just affirmed. 


As dinner was over, we laid down on the mattress looking at the open sky. Meenakshi Di was telling Jiju of the scenic beauty of the ghat in the early morning, and she proposed the plan to go see the sunrise in the morning. 


“You know, it’s an experience you shouldn’t dare to miss my dear hubby,” Didi continued, “And as that is early in the morning, papa can also join us.”


Papa just hummed, and excused like always — someone has to be at home, it doesn't look good to lock home early in the morning. And it was expected. But the problem was I was not interested in joining them; and I knew mummy wasn’t either. The ghat, that too in the morning, had so many strong, bad memories. It would have peeled off at the healing scars on our minds. 


“Please go ahead with your plan Jiju,” I said, “I am not feeling well and will skip the morning’s plan, but count me in for the evening’s ice cream shop visit.”


That night I didn’t sleep well somehow, my dream was stuck at the ghat and unrecognizable, human figures wandered at the ghat. The more I wanted to get attention off those figures, the more those kept circling around me, till it was morning.  


—


I sat up in the bed only, eyes tired and heavy, I couldn’t bear even the faintest morning light, filtered through the window curtains. I was breathing and thinking of all those weird, cryptic images that danced in front of my eyes all night.


“Kh. kh.. Khana.” 


Did I hear it correctly? I straightened and my sleep fled away. I pinched myself checking whether I am still in dream. But the call came a second time and suddenly I became tense and my heart raced. I checked the watch and it was 8:30 AM in the morning. Papa must have gone for the job and Jiju and Di had planned to visit the ghat. So only mummy and I were at home, and I knew mummy wouldn't be able to bear it. 


I gathered the courage and went outside and was he. Standing with a plain face, dirty attire on an unhygienic body despite having a god-gifted kind of physique. 


“Kh. Kh..Khana.” He reiterated, mimicking the action of eating, an old, stained aluminum plate was in his hand. 


“Nothing is cooked yet.” I somehow spelled out words from my almost choked throat.


He gulped, but didn’t move. And tried to look in the house behind me. 


“Told you na. There is nothing at home. Go to the next door.” My voice cracked as I tried to yell at him.  


He left for the next house, but turned back to see me. That was a very casual look, no anger, no offense meant. But I felt extremely uncomfortable that I turned my face away from him. In a couple of minutes, I saw him walking away from the colony, towards the town market. He seemed to have got the food. 


Relaxed, I turned back and bumped into a mummy who was carrying Puja thali in hand. 


“Babuuuuu careful. My time was good else you had messed up all my puja preparation,” even her scolding used to be sweet on the ears.


She walked delicately and gracefully in the verandah, towards the tulsi, with pallu on her head and glow on the face – the real ornaments of an Indian pious lady. And I wondered how true her words were – her timing was really good, had she been early for a couple of minutes, I don’t know if she had become psychologically tough  by then to bear the shock of seeing her exploiter at our door.

[Featherguy]

I was blown way by fing fing ideas above. your strong mom needs a strong mating partner. I will be happy if that poor guy scores your mummy and marries her. I could'nt imagine thw amount of animastic sex your mom will receive from her new hubby,enough to forget you and youur family
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I am definetly sure,he will pregnant your mom
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[xfirefox]

a near miss.

this rambo guy is more complicated than he seems, anyway nothing bad, yet! what if today Rohan wasn't at home, because once Meenakshi will leave for her in-laws, then Rohan too will start going for practice and from other stuff that he's holding back. It seems it's going yo be a rough journey for madhurima, and my guess is Rambo has already locked on this house since the ghat event.

[Nobita]

Great going .....

[Farz@123]

Please give daily updates... Otherwise readers will lose the interest in the story

[garamrohan]

I was blown way by fing fing ideas above. your strong mom needs a strong mating partner. I will be happy if that poor guy scores your mummy and marries her. I could'nt imagine thw amount of animastic sex your mom will receive from her new hubby,enough to forget you and youur family
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I am definetly sure,he will pregnant your mom
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Yeah that is really kinky idea, and I know fing fing, you and many other are excited by that dark possibility. There is still long way to go, I assure you are gonna like it. BTW I couldn't see the image you have attached here.

P.S. : What do you mean by strong mom? The mom here couldn't even speak up of the injustice happened to her. 

[garamrohan]

a near miss.

this rambo guy is more complicated than he seems, anyway nothing bad, yet! what if today Rohan wasn't at home, because once Meenakshi will leave for her in-laws, then Rohan too will start going for practice and from other stuff that he's holding back. It seems it's going yo be a rough journey for madhurima, and my guess is Rambo has already locked on this house since the ghat event.

Mmmm.. you will get some additional pieces of information tonight.. Stay tuned!

[garamrohan]

Great going .....

Please give daily updates... Otherwise readers will lose the interest in the story

Thanks a lot Nobita and Farz. I will try to be as regular as possible; thought daily updates cannot be guaranteed given my personal responsibilities. An update is coming tonight. Don't miss to check out!

[Farz@123]

When??

[garamrohan]

The whole day was messed up. How could I concentrate knowing that the bastard rambo guy was still out there, wandering around us? It was next to impossible for me and even more for mummy to forget what heinous act he did with her. He had left a spot on chastity, purity of my mummy that could never wash out of our memory. We were just recovering from the damage; thanks to Di and Jiju’s arrival, suddenly he showed up as if he was never out of picture.



I gave deep thoughts; hundreds of times in fact; but each time I truly felt, he was just a madman. As much as he didn’t have civic sense, what happened from his side that day was also a natural coincidence. I had seen how aroused he was for a couple of days, and mummy appearing in his radar, that too, in a secluded environment was just a booster that led to the mishap. 


But having said this, his constant presence was becoming an obstacle for us to forget about the incident. That was not a good memory to carry for long. I literally got punished a couple of times in the day for not paying attention during the class. Not only this, my absent mindedness was also noticed by my dear friends. I just made excuses for my bad health. What else could I have told them? 


I badly wanted a solution. Something that will keep that rambo guy away from our house at least. Something that will scare shit out of him, and unfortunately I was not the brave-hearted man who could have done that.


That day as well I went straight home as we had planned to go out for the ice cream. I must have been some feet away from the house and I heard a noise akin to a quarrel from the side of my home. I literally ran, wondering what might have happened and what I saw there made me freeze.


The rambo guy was there, standing like a lifeless statue and the Jiju was constantly beating him with fist and chappal on the other hand. Papa was trying to bring Jiju aside but he was too raged to control.


“Enough Damad ji.. He is just a madman.”


“Mad man.. My foot.. Better he knows food to eat and not bullshit? Bloody scoundrel.. Good for nothing guy.” This side of Jiju was completely unknown to me.


“Leave him, he will die,” Di panicked. She along with mummy was standing at the door with tensed faces.


But Jiju kept blowing his face with his powerful punches. The rambo guy started protecting himself now by pushing Jiju. But Jiju being in flow was uncontrollable. Rambo had to back away and thought of escaping eventually. But he was not to be let go easily. As he bent to pick up his antic dirty sack Jiju kicked on his bum and collapsed on him. 


“Galti bhaiya.. Galti..  Khana nahi… fir khana nahi..” (Mistake brother… mistake.. Won’t come again.”). Rambo guy, even though was a beggar, I had seen his aggression at times.  I was surprised that my Jiju made such a strong, aggressive madman fall at his feet. I felt so fun and relieved hearing his vernacular apologies which we have to make sense of. He would think thousands of times before looking at our house now, I thought. 


Eventually I joined my hands with dad and we took Jiju inside the house.


“Why do you tussle with these street people?” Di was not happy with the way Jiju dealt with the situation.


“So what did you expect of me? Just let me go? Being poor and hungry doesn’t mean you will walk into someone’s house.” The anger was still evidenced from Jiju’s raised voice, “Women are there, kids are there, men can’t be home all the time. Shouldn’t decorum be maintained? Or each time we let go of these bastards in the name of mental illness?”


“Cool down, damad ji, it's over now,” papa said. 


“I am sorry to say, but you are too naive, papa ji.” Jiju spoke furiously, “We have to take a stand where it needs to be taken. The world is not a fair place for decent and straightforward people.” 


Everyone was silent and after catching his breath now Jiju enquired lovingly to Meenakshi di, “You are okay na, dear. I hope he has not misbehaved with you.”


“Nahi baba. Nothing of that kind, but he appeared so abruptly that I was scared like hell, couldn’t stop myself yelling.” Di replied.


“Is anybody going to tell me what happened?” I intervened. I did also notice that mummy was there, standing silently, with pallu on her head and her eyes lost in some thoughts. 


And then papa explained the whole thing — It was a regular evening and Jiju was taking a nap while mummy and Di were busy chatting at the verandah. That is when this rambo guy appeared. He was such a cringe and Di asked him to get out right away and there was nothing to offer him. Still he stood there, for sometime. Only after 5 minutes when papa returned from the office and told him that there is no food in the home, he walked hesitantly.


Papa had gone to freshen up and Di noticed that mummy was not appearing around, so she thought that she might be in the kitchen. Di has just walked to the kitchen to intimate mummy of dad’s arrival and to make tea for everyone, and she saw that rambo guy peeking inside the kitchen through the window. It was such a horrific experience, that she literally cried out, and what happened after that – all the colony knows.


My gut tightened hearing this. Was my understanding of the rambo guy all wrong? Had it been only for food, what made him tiptoe the way Di observed? He must have climbed the rear compound wall to come in. That was scary. But he had received excellent treatment. I had seen a feeling of defeat in his ever-calm eyes, as he begged for escape. 


Jiju has come as a rescuer for us. I was thinking all day, who can take care of that bastard guy, and god has gracefully offered a helping hand through Jiju’s medium. I was so relieved, and I bet my mummy too. 
The next couple of days passed like a flash. We all cherished every single moment of Di's and Jiju’s stay. We planned to explore the rest of the things, and in fact were able to visit most of the places. 


I (and probably mummy as well) had calmed down significantly; after the beating of the rambo guy, we were sure he wouldn't bother us. So we walked very confidently; even to the temple near the ghat as well, and glad to say I could not say any hint of sorrow or care of mummy’s beautiful face. The astonishing thing was – papa was also present for the visit to the temple, we all really cherished the moment, and mummy looked happy and lovely in the decent but beautiful purple saree with twinkling star embroidery over it. 


The only thing that I felt bid odd, and I thought I was thinking too much was - I felt that Jiju was looking at mummy with a gaze that was more that just with respect and gratitude – it wasn’t just the way a man will look at his honourable mother in law, there was more to it, maybe admiration, maybe pity for her, but affection was visible in his eyes, even though he didn’t speak out anything explicitly or overacted it.


One more thing happened that made me happy like anything. On that day, I had bunked the college after lunch-break and was returning home. That was the day before Jiju and Di were to return to their place by morning train, and hence I wanted to spend some more time with them. On the way back, I crossed him, near the ground compound only, and looking at me the rambo guy lowered his gaze. I just smiled to myself. I couldn’t have been happier, right?


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At last the day came. Papa and I were to accompany them till the railway station. The train was at 9 AM and hence papa was asking for a hurry. As the couple was to visit again by the next two months, a much longer vacation this time, I wasn’t feeling sentimental at the moment. We three – Jiju, papa and I were standing in the verandah chatting random stuff in the morning's pleasurable sunlight. All the bags had been packed and laying at our legs. 


Jiju checked the watch and called for Di, but nobody came out. 


“I will go and check. Otherwise we will miss the train,” Jiju said as he marched hurriedly to the house, and I followed him. He didn’t notice me following him as there was ample distance between us. When I was at the door, he had explored two rooms and it seemed like Di was not there. He went to the kitchen and from there he turned right, it was my parent’s bedroom in that direction. 


I leisurely walked and just about to say something but my mouth got stuck. Jiju was standing at the half-open door of my parents bedroom, dumbfounded,  and looking inside. I couldn’t guess at the moment what was in the room that grabbed his attention so much that he seemed totally intrigued. But some sixth-sense stopped me from calling him and I kept observing him.


One minute… Two minutes… I don’t know how longer it would have gone, had not the Di appeared from the door to the backyard. 


Naturally, her attention went to me and she said, “All ready? I was in the washroom.”


And that made Jiju startled and he turned back to us immediately, “Where you were.. We are getting late,” he said, but I noticed distinct hoarseness in his voice and both of them rushed outside hurriedly, asking me to follow them.


“Coming in a minute…” I said and had even taken a step. But the curiosity in my mind made my legs heavy. What exactly was Jiju looking at? I turned back and slowly walked to the door, with the feature light steps that made it impossible to make any noise, and strangely my throat choked with the anticipation of some taboo visuals. As I reached the door, I could hear the rustling sound of a saree and bangles and I stood at the place where Jiju was standing a minute ago. 


Many whistles blew in my head as I saw my mummy correcting the pleats of a beautiful green saree. She had taken a bath and this was the time she would come out for Puja. Getting dressed and undressed – the act common for men and women. But for some strange reason the lady’s act of makeup and carrying herself has been eroticized. Was it the same feeling for Jiju, I felt my ears burning and I moved outside.

[garamrohan]

Just to confirm once. Do you people able to see the image in the last post?

[Henry]

Just to confirm once. Do you people able to see the image in the last post?

Yes, it can be seen.

[Henry]

Just to confirm once. Do you people able to see the image in the last post?

Yes, it can be seen. But when you are using Ai for pictures, that's good, but keep in mind that Mom's picture is a milf age picture. Build a middle-aged woman's body with Ai. And the number of updates is very small.