Misc. Erotica ...And My Mother doesn't Remain Ours (completed)

[garamrohan]

Thanks for your replies guys. I will post next update on Saturday.

[prabudmt]

Its a small update but still happy because of your intention to write the story... Have to wait for a week hope it Worth it...by the way if it possible pls post before that...

[The_Writer]

Okay, so Jiju is involved now, Rambo is already in the picture, and Aditya is giving guest appearances…. Jiju got his desire fulfilled… and, definitely there’s more to come… Damn sure, Rambo is not going to give up…. Madman seldom does that. Aditya is good for now, but who knows…what’s in the store?


And, what’s the chemistry going to be in between Mom and Dad? What's the triangle going to be— Mom, Dad and Jiju?

Mom said “No Sex”... really? But for how long? Breasts are also a prized possession of any woman, and she gave it to her son-in-law… Wonder, how long the pussy is safe? As the infamous English proverb goes, “The pussy was never permanently meant to be yours’; it was just your turn.” Dad had his turn, Rambo has enjoyed… So, is there a chance for Jiju too? Given that he’s only there sometimes, for a vacation or so…

And again, there’s Aditya…. Hmm!

[The Great One]

Please write longer update and don't increase the gap of dates between two updates

[amzad2004]

Great going.

[StoryReader1]

Pls continue

[Wangi]

Saturday update please!

[Wangi]

Saturday update please!

[garamrohan]

Its a small update but still happy because of your intention to write the story... Have to wait for a week hope it Worth it...by the way if it possible pls post before that...

Okay, so Jiju is involved now, Rambo is already in the picture, and Aditya is giving guest appearances…. Jiju got his desire fulfilled… and, definitely there’s more to come… Damn sure, Rambo is not going to give up…. Madman seldom does that. Aditya is good for now, but who knows…what’s in the store?


And, what’s the chemistry going to be in between Mom and Dad? What's the triangle going to be— Mom, Dad and Jiju?

Mom said “No Sex”... really? But for how long? Breasts are also a prized possession of any woman, and she gave it to her son-in-law… Wonder, how long the pussy is safe? As the infamous English proverb goes, “The pussy was never permanently meant to be yours’; it was just your turn.” Dad had his turn, Rambo has enjoyed… So, is there a chance for Jiju too? Given that he’s only there sometimes, for a vacation or so…

And again, there’s Aditya…. Hmm!

Great going.

Thank you friends for your reply.

I will be posting update by 11:30 PM tonight and it will be the one big update.

[garamrohan]

Day by day, their relationship grew stronger.

Not only did Jiju become bolder, but Mummy also opened up. She became much more responsive to him, talking and interacting with him just like a close friend. Jiju, meanwhile, listened to everything she had to say while taking full advantage of her curvy, beautiful body.

He never missed an opportunity to touch her inappropriately, and I saw countless times how he would get an erection in his pants just from being near her.

I kept wondering if Mummy had lost her mind. What sane woman would draw the line at full penetration while casually accepting kissing, sharing a bed, and even letting her son-in-law suck on her breasts as if those things were totally fine? 

After going through so much turmoil, that was probably the mental compromise she had made for herself. She desperately craved physical intimacy, but she also wanted to hold onto her image as a respectable, pious woman. So, she had invented this strange middle-ground in her mind.

I could already tell where all of this was heading. Jiju was going to end up knocking her completely – it was only a matter of time.

— 

That morning, I heard them talking in the kitchen.

“How many times have I told you not to call me by my name? You’re going to get us into real trouble,” she whispered, panicking.

“Relax, dear. Who’s here besides the two of us?” he asked, grabbing her from behind.

“Not again… how many times have I told you not to touch me unless we’re alone in a private room?” She looked genuinely annoyed.

“You haven’t given me an answer yet. What have you decided?” Jiju asked with a straight face.

“Neither…,” Mummy said, turning back to her work.

“Madhu, please. You agreed yesterday that you would either let me have full sex with you… or…,” he rubbed his nose before continuing, “...or give me the pleasure the way I showed you in the magazine. That isn’t going to ruin your so-called ‘chastity,’ is it?”

“Where do you even find this kind of filthy stuff? I felt like vomiting just looking at it,” Mummy said without turning to look at him.

“What’s so dirty about it? Didn’t I show you the Khajuraho carvings of humans doing the exact same thing?” he asked mischievously.

“I don’t know. I am not going to do that kind of filthy stuff,” Mummy replied.

“Then I’ll take that as a sign that you’re finally going to let me love you fully,” Jiju said, licking his lips. Mummy didn’t say anything to that.

“I’ll come into your room tonight after Meenakshi falls asleep,” he whispered.

“Babu is home too,” she warned him.

“Don’t worry about Rohan and for that sake anyone. I’ll make sure nobody notices me slipping into your room,” he said.

“Did you hide that book? Someone might see it,” Mummy cautioned.

“Don’t worry about that. I tucked it under the bed. Now, let me help you cook,” he said, pressing his body right up against hers.

I could have stayed there to keep an eye on them, but I was too curious about the book he had shown Mummy and the filthy act she had refused to do.

I tiptoed into my bedroom. Di was out for her exam, so I quickly checked under the bed and found the book. It was one of those cheap yellow paperbacks sold at railway stations. The cover title literally read: Mukha-Maithun – Special Edition (Oral Sex – Special Edition).

I pushed the book back to where it was and left the house.

I was furious with Jiju. Becoming intimate was one thing, but how could he try to make my Mummy do such weird things? Mummy had done the right thing by refusing. As much as it bothered me, having them sleep together was still more bearable than these degrading acts.

Yet, how shameless I was becoming – my cock started getting hard just thinking about the fact that they were going to have sex tonight.

—

It was 10 PM, and we were getting ready for sleep. Papa had gone out of town for work, leaving Mummy to sleep alone in her room. Mummy had dressed up in a beautiful, elegant orange saree. She looked marvelous and had even woven a gajara into her hair. Needless to say, it was special preparation for the night she was going to spend with Jiju, and the two of them kept exchanging glances.

Di had been very upset since the evening. I asked her multiple times what was wrong, but she wouldn’t say anything. I figured her exam paper hadn't gone well, so I didn't press her further and started planning for the night. As usual back then, I was sleeping out in the hall. I decided to arrange pillows under the blanket to look like I was asleep, intending to follow Jiju the moment he slipped into my parents' bedroom.

I got into bed and pretended to be fast asleep. Every second felt like a year as I waited for Jiju to make a move. After a long wait of a couple of hours, Jiju slowly opened his door, made sure I was supposedly asleep, and crept toward Mummy's room.

I swallowed hard, knowing Jiju was finally going to have sex with Mummy tonight. It was the only step left; she had already become his secret lover. I decided to wait five minutes to let things get started before sneaking over to w
atch.

Right as I was about to get up, I noticed Di quietly slip out of her room and walk stealthily toward my parents' bedroom. My heart started pounding because it had never crossed my mind that Di might have grown suspicious of Jiju and Mummy, which explained why she had been so upset all evening. I realized the best strategy was to stay completely still in bed and see how it played out.

It didn't take long. Within five minutes, Di came rushing back to her room, crying, with Jiju following right behind her, pleading, “Wait, Meenakshi… I can explain!”

My heart skipped a beat. Just like that, I realized how ugly things had turned since Jiju and Di came to visit our house for the summer.

—

After that night, I started worrying about Mummy more than ever. Even more than when Rambo had been exploiting her. Back then, she had remained mentally strong. She slowly recovered and acted as though everything was normal in front of us.


What Jiju did, however, shattered her completely.

Even though I was only a silent, hidden observer, I could understand why.

For Mummy, Jiju had entered her life like a ray of hope. After spending more than twenty years in a painful marriage with Papa, followed by Rambo's harassment, her life had become a living nightmare. Jiju seemed different. He appeared to be her protector – the first person who truly cared about her feelings and made her believe that she deserved better.

He often said that his feelings for her were genuine. He called them deep and impossible to describe. At one point, he had even told her that he considered her his second soulmate.

But it took only a couple of minutes for all those words to lose their meaning.

When Di caught them together, the shock was supposed to be immense for all three of them.

Instead of accepting responsibility, Jiju immediately blamed Mummy. He claimed that she had made the first move and had drawn him into the relationship.

I knew that was a complete lie.

I had seen everything. I had watched him patiently pursue her, trying again and again to get close to her. I had seen Mummy resist him for a long time and repeatedly remind him not to neglect Meenakshi Di because of her. She had always worried about Di's married life.

But the moment the truth came out, Jiju changed sides. To save himself, he made Mummy look like the guilty one.

Di was devastated. She had just seen her own mother in an intimate situation with her husband. No loving daughter, or wife, could easily bear such a sight.

When Jiju insisted that he was innocent and that Mummy had trapped him, it became the easier story for Di to believe. After all, he was the man she still had to live with, and accepting his version of events was far less painful than accepting the truth.

Once again, Mummy was left alone to suffer. She had to carry all the pain by herself.

I still remember what happened when Di and Jiju were about to leave. Mummy stopped Jiju near the door when no one else was around. She stood in front of him, blocking his way, and asked him what she had done wrong. Why had he told Di that she was the one who had drawn him into the relationship?

She broke down in tears.

The man she had trusted was abandoning her the moment she became a problem for him.

"So this was your love?" she cried. "Is it over already? What did you gain by ruining my life?"

"I don't want to talk. Move out of my way," Jiju replied coldly.

"Why are you doing this to me?" she asked through her tears. "I perfectly understand Meenakshi’s panic, it was shocking for her. But what about you? You said you loved me. You should have admitted that you were the one who came close to me and took advantage of how unhappy I was in my marriage."

She was trembling with emotion. Her face was red, and her eyes were swollen from crying.

"Are you a fool?" Jiju snapped.

His words shocked both Mummy and me. Until then, he had always spoken to her gently. Seeing him so harsh and angry was unbelievable.

"What do you want?" he continued. "Do you want to destroy your daughter's marriage just for yourself?"

He looked at her with contempt. "Stop behaving like this, Mummy ji. And for God's sake, let me go."

With that, he pushed past her, forcing his way through the doorway and leaving her standing there in tears.

Di and Jiju left that very day, even though two of her exam papers were still remaining. She had seen enough. Neither mummy nor Di spoke to Papa or me about what had happened.

But when it was time for Di to leave, she couldn't hide the tears in her eyes. She gently held my hand and said, "Study well, Rohan. Get into a good college... and get out of this shit town. This is no less than hell." Those words stayed with me long after they had gone.

—

With each passing day, Mummy's condition grew worse. She was always lost in thought and could no longer focus on her daily work. She began making small mistakes. Sometimes she forgot to wash the clothes or left household chores unfinished.
I tried to be patient because I knew she was going through the hardest time of her life.

Papa, however, showed no understanding. He never noticed that something was seriously wrong with her. Whenever she made a mistake, he scolded her harshly.

My Mummy had already suffered so much. She had been hurt, humiliated, exploited, and now betrayed by the one person she had trusted. She cried often when she was alone.

A few times, she even called Di, hoping to talk to her. But Di never answered.

Slowly, Mummy realized that she no longer had a place in her daughter's heart. She was being punished for something she had never intended to happen. As the days passed, her sadness turned into frustration. I was shocked to see that even my presence sometimes irritated her. She wasn't angry with me, but her pain had left her with little patience for anyone.

Then, one day, Papa complained that the tea she had made wasn't good.

Without thinking twice, Mummy snapped. "Then make your own tea. I'm not your servant."

Both Papa and I were stunned. We had never seen her speak to him like that before. Neither of us said a word.

The betrayal by Jiju had changed something deep inside her. The quiet grace and patience that had always defined her seemed to have disappeared.

—


Until then, I had kept everything to myself. But it was becoming too much to bear. I needed to tell someone how I felt, and I knew there was no one I could trust more than Aditya.

He was mature, sensible, and someone I could rely on. He had even noticed that something was going on between Mummy and Jiju long before I did. He had tried to warn me, but I had ignored him. I had believed Jiju was a hero—a man who had both the courage to protect Mummy from Rambo and the goodness to never hurt her. Aditya had seen the truth much earlier.

We sat quietly on a bench beside the river. It was the same bench where I had once seen Mummy and Jiju grow close.

After several minutes of silence, Aditya finally spoke. "Are you going to say something? Is everything all right?"

I kept my eyes on the ground.

"I don't even know how to begin," I said softly. "It's... very personal."

After a brief pause, Aditya asked, "Is this about your Jiju?"

I looked up in shock. He had guessed it immediately.

"You were right," I said. "Jiju isn't the person I thought he was. You tried to warn me."

Before I could continue, Aditya grabbed my shoulders.

"How is Aunty?" he asked anxiously. "Don't tell me she's..."

I couldn't answer.

The guilt inside me was too heavy.

Finally, I whispered, "She's not doing well after Di and Jiju left so suddenly."

Aditya slowly let go of my shoulders.

"She'll recover," he said gently. "Maybe it's better that they're gone. Just make sure Jiju never comes back into her life."

I shook my head.

"That anyway won't happen. Di has stopped talking to Mummy. I think... I think she saw something."

"What?" Aditya's face went pale.

He lowered his head in disappointment.

"I was afraid this would happen," he said quietly. "I only hope it doesn't destroy both families."

"It's my fault," I said, my voice shaking. "If I had stopped them earlier, maybe none of this would have happened. Mummy is completely broken now. I can't stop worrying about her."

I stared at the flowing river.

"Sometimes I feel like running away from all this," I continued. "Leaving everything behind and living as a monk."
I pointed toward a large banner hanging nearby. It advertised a spiritual discourse by a famous spiritual guru pair – Swamiji and Arpita Mata.

"Look at them," I said. "Their lives seem so peaceful and pure."

Aditya looked at the banner for a few seconds. Then he gave a bitter laugh.

"Pure?" he said. "Do you really think people like them can lift others out of misery when they are carrying so much darkness within themselves?"

I stared at him.

"What do you mean?"

He took a deep breath before speaking.

"It wasn't difficult for me to see through your Jiju, Rohan," he said quietly. "Maybe it's because I've seen people like him before."
He swallowed hard.

"I'm telling you this because I know you'll keep it a secret." He looked back at the banner.

"That Swamiji stole my mother from me." He pointed at the smiling woman beside him.

"The Arpita Mata in that picture... She's my birth mother, Rohan." His voice broke.

"You can probably imagine what that has done to me."

His eyes filled with tears, and I saw his hands trembling. Neither of us spoke after that. We simply sat there on the riverbank until darkness quietly settled around us.

— 

Our board exams had started, and both Aditya and I became busy with our studies. I was still worried about Mummy, but the exams demanded all our attention. Neither of us brought up the painful things we had gone through. We had both witnessed events that were difficult to understand, and for the time being, we chose to stay silent. The exams were too important.

I still remember that day. It was a Tuesday, and we had just finished our English paper. Typically I used to stay in the college library till 6 PM. But as the paper had gone well, and I was in a good mood, I walked home immediately after the paper.
As I reached the corner where Rambo had once lived before disappearing after Jiju beat him, I noticed someone walking far ahead of me, towards the river road.

It was Mummy.

She was wearing the beautiful yellow saree that she usually wore only during festivals. In her hand, she carried a steel container filled with food.

The sight surprised me.

Before Rambo entered our lives, Mummy often visited the temple and distributed food to beggars. But after everything that had been done to her by Rambo, she had completely stopped doing that. Seeing her return to the old routine filled me with an uneasy feeling.

Without letting her notice me, I quietly followed her.

She reached the temple at the ghat, folded her hands in prayer, and then began distributing laddus from the container. She smiled politely as she spoke to the people around her, but there was something unusual about her expression. Her eyes kept wandering, as though she was searching for someone.

After serving the people near the temple, she walked toward the other end of the ghat, where a few more beggars were sitting.
I continued following her from a distance.

My heart began to race.

A frightening thought crossed my mind.

Was she looking for Rambo? And what for?

Then I saw him.

Rambo was sitting among a group of beggars.

It seemed Mummy had noticed him too. Holding a laddu in her hand, she quickly walked toward him.

The moment Rambo saw her, he panicked. He jumped to his feet and ran toward the bushes beside the ghat.

"Oh… wait...!" Mummy cried as she hurried after him.

I followed them as well, making sure neither of them noticed me. Just like earlier, I slipped through the shrubs and stayed hidden.
Rambo ran to the far end of the ghat, where he found himself trapped with nowhere else to go.

His face was filled with fear.

The beating Jiju had given him had clearly left a deep mark on him. The same woman he had once enjoyed as a helpless victim had now become someone he feared so much that the mere sight of her sent him running.

"Don't be afraid," Mummy said softly. "I've come to bring you some food."

She walked toward Rambo with a calm smile on her face. There was an unusual brightness in her expression.

Rambo looked around nervously, as if checking whether she had brought someone else with her.

"I told you, no one is going to trouble you," she said gently. "I came here especially to see you."

She picked up a handful of laddus with both hands, bent down, and offered them to him.

"You haven't come for so many days, have you?" she said with a light smile. "That's why I brought these for you."
Still unsure, Rambo accepted the sweets with trembling hands.

Mummy gently held his dirty, shaking hands in hers. "I know you're hungry," she said. "Don't hesitate. Eat as much as you want."
She pointed to the container she had placed on the ground.

"If you need more, you know where to find me."

She said it playfully, then adjusted the pallu over her head and turned to leave. I watched in disbelief as she walked with an unusual grace. Every slow, deliberate step made her shapely bums sway erotically inside her nicely carried saree – an act that looked almost intentional. She didn't look back immediately, as if she already knew Rambo’s eyes were fixed on her, unable to look away. 

A few steps later, she stopped, looked back at him, and smiled. It was the warmest, most inviting smile I had ever seen on her face.

At that moment, a frightening thought crossed my mind.

It almost seemed as though she was inviting the very man who had once exploited her back into her life.

— 

When lust takes over, a woman forgets all her duties and the reality around her. My mummy was drifting away and now leading Rambo back – the same man who had once exploited her and made her life hell. It was heartbreaking to watch, yet a strange, heavy curiosity made me follow them in silence.

Mummy walked with a quiet grace, pausing at every corner to look back. She checked from the corner of her eyes to see if Rambo was still following. Rambo kept his distance out of fear that someone might beat him again. But he was too worked up, mesmerized by her movements. His desire slowly overcame his fear, giving him the confidence to keep trailing her.

Because Mummy kept glancing back, it was risky for me to stay too close, so I hung back. When I finally reached the house, the front door was closed and locked from the inside. Rambo was standing outside looking confused, wanting to push his way in as Mummy seemed to be inviting him. Yet he hesitated, worried that it might be a trap.

I kept wondering why the door was closed.

I hoped Rambo would move toward the backyard so I could find a way to see what was happening. I had a feeling I was about to witness something forbidden again. After a moment of hesitation, he walked toward the left side of the house, heading for the backyard near my parents' bedroom.

I took my chance, running around to the right side of the house to stand by the kitchen window. From there, I could see straight into the kitchen and into my parents' bedroom through the open inner door.

I peered inside carefully. Mummy was lying on the bed on her stomach, humming softly while reading. She hadn't changed her saree, and she was swinging her legs in the air, her plump legs entirely on display, looking completely captivating.

Suddenly, Rambo appeared at the window, right in front of her.

“Gosh… you scared me,” she said, but her teasing tone made it clear she had been expecting him, even waiting for him.

“What happened?” she continued. “Want more sweets? Want some more food, bhaisahab?”

He was still nervous, looking around anxiously. “The bad man… the bad man will beat me.”

Mummy laughed. “Hahaha, poor you! No one is here, bhaisahab, just you and me. The bad man has gone forever… now it's just you and me.” Her emphasis on those words was an open invitation.

Rambo gave a dirty smile, showing his decayed teeth, and Mummy whispered, “Come in, come in,” confirming that their past relationship of abuse was to turn into a consensual, forbidden affair.

He was overjoyed and dropped the dirty sack off his back. Whether Mummy was showing her cleavage or he was simply mesmerized by her face, his hand accidentally brushed against the beehive at the corner of the window. It tore open, leaving the rest hanging loose.

He cried out as a few bees stung him.

Mummy immediately sat up on the bed, urgently telling him to come inside the house. She pulled the curtain shut and tied it tightly to make sure no bees could get in. In the next few seconds, Rambo walked through the kitchen door. Shaking his hands where probably bees had stung. 

He walked into the bedroom, and their eyes met. For the first time, I saw Mummy’s face clearly. Beneath a shy smile, she looked aroused, as if she eagerly wanted to share the bed with that dirty beggar.

“You came? Are those laddus finished?” She took a few graceful steps toward him with lustful eyes as he moved forward.

Tracing her finger across his chest with a pouty lip, she asked, “Want more food, bhaisahab?”

Rambo nodded wildly. “Yes… yes, more khana and…”

His eyes roamed all over her body – her face, her neck, and her curves covered by her saree.

“And?” Mummy bit her lower lip, teasing him.

Unable to control himself, he pulled her tightly into his arms.

“Umm… no, bhaisahab,” Mummy moaned, but her playful protest carried no real weight.

He groped and pressed her curvy, full figure, raining kisses across her neck and face.

“Hi… hi… no… wait,” Mummy whispered, sighing with every kiss. She was clearly enjoying it.

Even so, she pushed him back slightly.

“No hurry… let me bring the food for you first, then we’ll see, okay?”

“No, no… only maja… now.” Driven wild by desire, he started undoing his pants.

“Wait,” Mummy cried out with a laugh, catching his hands to stop him and pulling him down to sit on the edge of the bed.

“Sit here… I’ll bring some fruit for you.” she said in a sweet, convincing voice.

As she spoke, she leaned down near him, her back looking extremely alluring in her tightly dbangd yellow saree. It was the first time I had ever seen her wear her clothes so tightly. Rambo  wasn’t happy about waiting and stared at her body like a hungry beast, but he managed to control himself.

“Come fast,” he groaned impatiently.

“In a minute.” She playfully touched his rough, hairy cheek with her hand and turned to head toward the kitchen.

I quickly made sure I was out of sight as she walked towards me.

She opened the fridge, took out two or three apples onto a plate, and walked to the kitchen counter with a knife. After carefully washing the apples, she began cutting them while turning around to talk to Rambo.

“I thought you forgot me,” she taunted, looking back toward the bedroom. “You didn’t come here all these days. Probably you’re getting plenty of khana and maja somewhere else.”

“No, no,” he said in a hurry. “I get khana, but…”

Mummy bit her lower lip, enjoying the anticipation of what he was going to say. Her hands stopped cutting the apple, and she turned her head halfway to ask,

“But… what?”

He laughed sheepishly, “He, he, he.”

“So naughty of you, bhaisahab,” Mummy said. Then both of them shared a lusty laugh.

Mummy kept cutting the apple into smaller slices, taking much longer than usual. She probably wanted to make him wait.

“Come fast.”

“Oh-ho, bhaisahab. Let me cut it properly, na,” she said, turning back to him with a seductive look on her face.

Rambo couldn't wait any longer. He literally ran up to her, grabbed her from behind, and buried his dirty face in the back of her neck.

“Oh… ouch, bhaisahab,” Mummy chirped. “Don't be in such a hurry.”

But he tightened his arms around her waist, breathing in the scent and softness of her cheeks and shoulders.

“Mmm… bhaisahab…” Mummy’s eyes were closed, though she was still half-heartedly telling him to let go.

“Sajan,” he said in a heavy voice.

“What Sajan?” Mummy asked, licking her lips as his hands began rubbing her fair, soft stomach.

“I Sajan.”

“Oh, your name is Sajan…” Mummy turned her face, trying to look back at him.

“Yeah…”

“I’ll call you Sajan ji from now on, okay?” she suggested.

He wasn't really interested in talking. He grabbed her neck and kissed her, bending over from behind.

“Umm…” Mummy moaned as he captured her lips. He had to break the kiss because the awkward position made it uncomfortable.

“Slowly… Sajan ji,” she said, then chirped, “I am Madhurima.”

“Ma-da-ri,” he tried to say, struggling with the word.

“Hahaha, are baba. Just call me Madhu,” Mummy laughed.

“Mada. Yes, Mada. You Mada,” he blurted out, getting the name wrong.

Mummy just laughed. She knew there was no point expecting her ‘Sajan ji’ to get her name right, and she would just have to get used to being called Mada.

Hearing that word made my already hard penis twitch. He had accidentally called her “Mada,” but it was strangely fitting. She had truly turned into a mada – a woman whose sexuality was completely awakened, deeply desired by men and eager for physical love.

While Jiju had started all of this, his cowardice had stopped him from tasting the very thing he helped set in motion. If he hadn't run away, Mummy might have been doing this with him. She could have been his mada, I thought, rubbing my hand over my pants.

Instead, Mummy had given in to the very man who had once taken advantage of her. Fully aware of what she was doing, she had chosen to become his.

Rambo’s tongue lashed across her neck, covering her skin in saliva as his hands reached for her magnificent breasts, grabbing and pressing them both. They were more than a handful, and both of them hummed in pleasure.

“Have an apple first, na,” she moaned, trying to turn away. I watched helplessly as her voluptuous breasts were squeezed and shaped beneath her blouse.

“Your dudu… big… very big… I like,” he said with absolute seriousness and eyes full of lust.

Mummy’s face turned pink at the crude compliment. With a natural gesture, she tried to adjust her pallu, but it was too late. Rambo grabbed the fabric over her shoulder and pulled it completely off.

“Ouch…” She sighed, not daring to meet his eyes. Her hands crossed over her chest as if she actually wanted to protect herself.

He pushed her bangle-covered hands out of the way and began pressing her breasts from the front. Mummy took two steps back until she hit the kitchen counter. With closed eyes and her tongue sliding over her dry lips to moisten them, she let Rambo play with her body.

“Oh, Sajan ji…” she moaned. Suddenly, Rambo buried his face into her deep cleavage, slurping and licking the skin.
Mummy’s eyes rolled back, and her long, delicate fingers tangled in his messy, dirty hair as he enjoyed her. His free hand squeezed her breasts while his hungry mouth attacked them right through the blouse.

Her long mangalasutra was looking extremely sexy on her big busts, but the pendant was proving to be an obstacle for Rambo. He caught that pendant in his filthy teeth and bit it hard, as if punishing it and flipped it aside as it landed to the side of her left breast swell.

His mouth locked onto her left breast, right where the outline of her nipple was visible, and he sucked on it with all his might.

“Ohh…” was all mummy could say, squeezing her eyes shut. She left his head, her hands flying in the air as if she had received an electric shock.

Her blouse began to form a wet patch from his sucking, and small beads of sweat formed on her forehead. He switched to the other breast and started sucking on that one as well, while Mummy sighed heavily, sounding like a pressure cooker.

Unable to handle the intense suction any longer, she pulled him up and kissed him straight on the lips.

Everything stopped for a second as they gazed at each other, taking heavy breaths.

Then he kissed her with full force, slowly standing up again, and Mummy responded completely. He cupped her face in his hands while her hands caressed his back as the intense kissing continued.

He turned her head slightly as they moved, his lips sucking every bit of moisture from hers. Then his tongue pushed into her mouth. His mouth was full of dirty saliva and decayed teeth. I didn’t know how Mummy could even bear it, but surprisingly, she was responding, moving her mouth in sync with his, offering him the warmth and wetness of her sweet mouth, welcoming his smelly, unhealthy goo inside her mouth. Truly, lust can completely change a person.

Their movements quickened, and he suddenly lifted her up, setting her right onto the kitchen counter.

“Ahhh…” she sighed, her face covered in sweat and saliva from the heavy kissing.

Rambo quickly unzipped and dropped his pants. Seeing his large member after so long left me feeling both aroused and disgusted. That long, thick tool was surrounded by thick, unhygienic pubic hair, and he pulled his foreskin back, releasing a strong, unpleasant odor into the air. But Mummy didn’t seem to notice or care; she sat on the counter with her eyes closed, completely surrendering herself to him.

He pulled her saree up, revealing her lower body. Her well-maintained bush was fully visible. He made her hook both legs over the edges of the counter, opening her up completely, and I could see her pink folds leaking sticky fluid. It was hard to believe, but Rambo had fully awakened her desires.

He grunted as he looked at her. He had enjoyed her before, but this was the first time Mummy was offering herself to him with full consent, making the experience entirely different.

As he touched her wet slit with the tip of his throbbing cock, Mummy half-opened her eyes and whispered, “Sajan ji… please go slowly.”

I didn't expect him to listen, but surprisingly, Rambo pushed his cock in slowly, and it slid inside smoothly like a knife through butter.

“Ohh… ohh…” both of them groaned in pleasure.

Mummy’s fingers tightened around his neck while Rambo clutched her waist, slowly pulling his cock back out.

“Aaaah…” they both moaned in ecstasy.

Mummy looked down and saw that he had pulled almost all the way out, leaving just the head inside her. When she looked up into his eyes, he was baring his teeth in excitement and pushed it back in slowly.

“Maja…” he said, and Mummy moaned.

Gradually, he began to pick up the pace, and Mummy clearly enjoyed it, her moans full of pure pleasure.

“Ohh, Sajan ji… I love this… do it more,” she tossed her head back in overwhelming pleasure.

“You too maja?” he asked happily, speeding up even more. His cock glistened with their mixed juices as it drove in and out of her repeatedly.

“Yesss… I too maja,” Mummy replied shamelessly in his broken style of speech. That encouraged him, and he started fucking her even harder.

Slap, slap, squelch, squelch—wet noises filled the room as Mummy hissed and moaned continuously.

“Maja…” he groaned in delight.

“Yesss… maja…” Mummy answered in a trembling voice as they pulled each other in for another deep kiss.

His hands moved down her back, untying her hair bun so her long hair fell loose. Then his hands dropped lower to squeeze her buttocks tightly as he continued ramming into her.

“Umm… umm…” their mouths made damp noises as they continued hungrily kissing each other.

They were riding the wave of pleasure, enjoying every single moment together. Mummy completely forgot all her duties as a wife and mother, diving straight into a sea of lust. She stuck out her tongue and playfully flicked Rambo’s rough lips with it. I knew that strange trick was something she had learned during intimate moments with Jiju. But it must have been brand new and exciting for Rambo; he had kissed her plenty of times – hungrily, animalistically. 

But he didn't know these soft, affectionate games. He tried to copy her, clashing his tongue against hers, which quickly turned into a sloppy, wet tongue war.

Suddenly, his cock slipped out of her.

“Ouch…” I could hear the irritation in her voice. Rambo looked annoyed, too.

 As he tried to line himself up to go back inside her, Mummy suddenly hopped off the kitchen counter.

“Let’s go to bed. It’s too uncomfortable here,” she said, and started walking away.

She had barely taken two steps when Rambo grabbed her by the hair and yanked her back.

“Maja… right now,” he growled, furious at having the pleasure interrupted.

“Ouch… take it easy,” Mummy whined.

He shoved her down by the shoulders, and I saw that he had made her get down on her hands and knees on the floor.

“My knees are going to hurt here, Sajan ji,” Mummy complained, but her plea went completely ignored.

Rambo stripped off his shirt, leaving himself totally naked. He started rubbing his sticky, shining cock with one hand while his other hand hiked her saree all the way up her back. Damn... her entire lower body was completely exposed. Her shapely bums and the beautiful pink opening between her legs.

He knelt behind her, lined himself up with her wet slit, and shoved straight in.

“Ouch… Sajan ji,” she moaned.

I couldn’t see her face or expressions anymore. All I could see was Rambo’s back and hips bucking in and out as he drove his cock into her relentlessly.

He bent over her, gathered her hair, and began pulling it back as he rode her.

“Aai ga… it hurts, Sajan ji. Please don’t pull so hard,” she pleaded. Rambo loosened his grip slightly so her neck was relieved, but he kept hold of her hair as if it were the reins of a mare.

“Umm, like this… do it like this. Oh… ouch… yesss,” Mummy kept moaning.

Soon, Rambo began speeding up. Having been deprived for a long time, it was natural that he would finish quickly, and before long, he came inside her as their mixed fluids started leaking down.

“Mmm… uff… you made me… very happy,” I heard Mummy’s tired voice say. That was followed by Rambo, who had collapsed over her to rest, whispering right into her ear – though loud enough for me to hear – “Lot of maja.”

— 

Rambo was resting on the bed. Because the curtains were still drawn, I couldn’t see everything clearly, but since it was daytime, I could still make out what was going on.

Mummy had come back to cutting apples for him. Her bindi was crooked, her saree and blouse were wrinkled from the rough handling, and her beautiful hair was completely tangled.

Her face looked tired, but it was still glowing with happiness, as if someone had finally quenched a thirst she’d had for ages. I had already cummed in my pants and was quietly watching to see what would happen next.

Rambo stood up and pushed the curtains open.

Mummy turned around quickly. “Don’t… the bees will get inside.”

“No kida. Gone,” he said, reaching his hand right through the window bars to grab the hanging beehive. The bees must have scattered by then, and he easily plucked the rest of the hive and pulled it inside.

“Look, Mada… khana,” he waved it at her. “Come fast.”

He was clearly impatient that Mummy was taking her time bringing the fruit.

“Just a minute,” Mummy said with a smile, walking over with a plate of sliced apples in her hands.

As she reached the room, Rambo snatched the plate out of her hand and put it on the table nearby. He put the beehive over that plate. I am sure the apple slices will have got coated by the honey.

“Oh ho.. That will ruin the apple,” mummy tried to move but he caught her by the waist and he brought his honey covered hands to her mouth.

“Ummm I don’t like honey” mummy turned her face away.

“Eat..” He said calmly but firmly, turning her face and bringing his fingers to her mouth.

She smiled and licked that finger.

“Meetha (sweet) khana?” he asked excitedly. 

She nodded, and then he slurped on the fingers and licked the hand clean of the honey.

She laughed, “Now have the apple”

He didn’t say but blocked her by hand.

“What?” She asked with a playful face. Luckily the curtain was cleared off by Rambo so I could see their expressions as well.

He put hand on her shoulder and pulled off her pallu.

“We just had done it.” She said with big, surprised eyes, “Let's rest a bit.”
 
Mummy got her answer – Rambo started pulling on her saree, leaving her no choice but to spin around until it was completely unravelled and off her body. He gathered the saree and threw it aside. It landed right on our family photo frame on the desk, knocking it over and scattering it. Unbothered by this, Mummy lay back down on the bed, smiling seductively at Rambo.

Rambo picked up the dripping beehive from the plate and began rubbing it all over Mummy’s body – across her stomach, her neck, and her cheeks.

“Umm, what are you doing… it’s so sticky,” Mummy complained.

Still, Rambo coated her soft, glowing skin with a layer of honey. He then unbuttoned her blouse, but lacking the patience to undo her bra, he simply pulled her breasts out over the top. He rubbed the beehive over her chest, covering them in a sweet coat of honey.

“Oh, Sajan ji…” Mummy’s head jerked from the sensation. Soon, Rambo began massaging her breasts along with the honey. It was a striking sight to see her mammeries being massaged like that.

“Umm… aai ga… feeling so good,” she moaned.

While his hands kept massaging her chest, Rambo lowered his head and began licking her stomach. He dipped his tongue into her navel, slurping up the gathered honey.

Mummy moaned in ecstasy, using her left leg to scratch his back.

Rambo quickly moved up and took her nipple into his mouth.

“Aaahh, Sajan ji.” Mummy jerked like a fish out of water as Rambo hungrily suckled on her huge breasts. Along with her perky nipples, a large part of her breasts was pulled deep into his hungry mouth as he latched on. He kept sucking her breasts, switching between the left and right sides for a few minutes.

Then he pulled her legs apart and positioned himself between them. It was time for another round. Mummy smiled and teased him, thoroughly turned on by the honey-coated foreplay.

He pushed forward, and his cock once again slid into her most private place.

This time, he had honey-coated apple slices in his hands. He started giving slow pushes into her while laying completely over her.

“You eat,” he said, holding a slice to her mouth.

“Uff, umm… no, Sajan ji. I’m full. Please eat it yourself.”

He wasn't convinced. He sped up his pace, held the slice in his mouth, and lowered his face to hers. He wanted to feed her directly from his mouth.

Mummy laughed. “You naughty,” she said, giving his hand a playful slap before taking the half-slice hanging from his mouth. Their lips met as they shared the piece of apple.

Rambo picked up another slice between his teeth and brought it to Mummy’s mouth.

“No, seriously. I don’t want any.” She pretended to cry.

Rambo didn’t back down. Wherever she turned her face, his mouth followed, forcing her to take a bite. They both laughed, chewing and enjoying the food while he started ramming into her faster.

“Aaah, aaah… easy…” Mummy moaned, trying to swallow and finish eating.

Taking advantage of the moment, Rambo pressed his mouth to hers and transferred some of the chewed apple directly into her mouth.

“Umm, no… mmm,” she couldn’t even protest fully as his tongue pushed the food from his mouth into hers.

“Eat,” he commanded. Sharing food mouth-to-mouth seemed to turn him on even more.

Mummy started chewing it. He grunted with approval and increased his speed. He dove back down to suck hungrily on her breasts while she chewed.

“Oh, my god…” she moaned in excitement, pulling Rambo up to kiss him.

When they broke the kiss, both of them laughed, showing each other their tongues covered in food particles. They started a sloppy tongue fight all over again.

It was truly disgusting to watch, and I couldn't understand how Mummy was doing such a filthy thing with that dirty beggar as she sucked on his tongue to clean off the food particles. Then Rambo did the exact same to her.

Now he started fucking her really hard, and she wrapped her delicate, anklet-wearing feet tightly around his waist.

“Oh, Sajan ji… don’t stop.” One of her hands squeezed and scratched his back while the other gripped the bedsheet tightly.

Rambo started delivering heavy, deep thrusts, pulling almost all the cock out and pushing back in with all his force.

With a loud cry, Mummy squirted.
“Aaaahh, umm, aai ga… mele…”
(“Aaaahh, umm, mother… I am dead…”)

Rambo pushed his cock deep inside her one last time and held it there as he filled her completely, ruining my birthplace again with his dirty seeds. 

I watched helplessly as a dirty beggar successfully seduced and satisfied my beautiful, delicate mummy.
 
— 

I waited for the next half-hour while they were fast asleep in each other's arms.

I checked the clock. It was almost 4:30. I knew Mummy expected me to return around 5:30, so she would surely start rushing. And that is exactly how it happened. She woke up, checked the time, shook Rambo awake, and told him to get dressed and leave. As Rambo dressed and hurried to the kitchen, she quickly cleaned up the bed and changed into another beautiful, everyday saree.

Rambo was standing in the kitchen, trying to stuff as many fruits as he could into his sack.

“Ew… throw that dirty sack away. I’ll pack the food for you in a clean bag,” Mummy scolded, and Rambo went out to the backyard to put the sack away.

Mummy grabbed a clean bag and loaded it with all the food items she had set aside for him.

She walked over to the door and handed the bag to Rambo.

“Take this, Sajan ji. You can come back tomorrow afternoon. I’ll be waiting for you,” she said, giving him a mischievous wink.

Rambo reached out for the bag, but instead caught Mummy’s hand.

“Wh… what are you doing? Let go of me now… We’ll meet tomorrow,” Mummy panicked, trying to pull her hand free from his grip.

“More maja… now,” Rambo insisted.

“Try to understand. My son will be here in an hour. And besides… I’m really tired. You were crazy… as always,” she smirked.

“One more maja,” he grabbed her and started pushing her back toward the bedroom.

“No… please… just wait a minute,” Mummy raised her voice.

“Okay… okay, give me a minute,” she said, a wicked smile suddenly appearing on her face.

“Okay, I don’t have the energy for another round, but I’ll still satisfy you completely. I’m going to give you a kind of pleasure you’ve never even imagined.”

“Huh?” A confused and annoyed Rambo just stared at her.

“Take your pants off,” Mummy instructed, dropping down to her knees in front of him.

With a puzzled look, he took off his pants. I was amazed to see that after having that much sex, he still had a strong erection.

“Umm… you really are an animal, Sajan ji,” she murmured, gently touching his penis.

He flinched, unsure of what she was about to do.

“Don’t worry. Easy… you’re going to enjoy this.” With those words, she took his sticky, unwashed cock in her hand and began stroking its full length.

“Mmm…” Rambo moaned, squeezing his eyes shut and handing over all control to Mummy.

I wouldn’t call it skillful, because I knew she was doing it for the very first time. She had learned about it from the magazine Jiju had shown her, because Jiju probably wanted to experience that kind of pleasure himself. But like everything else, true satisfaction wasn't meant for him after he had turned out to be so cowardly.

“You’re still so hard and big… Do you ever get enough?” She stroked him faster, her face turning flushed with desire, her lips parted as she breathed heavily.

“Ohh, it’s maja… more…” Rambo yelled with his eyes closed.

“More? Huh? You want more, Sajan ji?” Mummy stared at his large penis – the head shaped like an onion and the shaft like a metal rod, smelling heavily of sweat and lack of hygiene. She seemed to be making up her mind.

The next second, she leaned in and licked the tip of it.

“Aaaaah…” he groaned, grabbing her by the hair.

“You like it?” she asked in a husky voice, not waiting for an answer. She took the entire head into her mouth and began to suck.

Slurp… chyuk… chyuk…

The room filled with the gross sound of suction and Rambo’s groans.

This was the last thing I ever expected from her. She was actually sucking his penis? Was this real life or some sick movie? Was she doing this just because Jiju had convinced her about it being a normal sex act, or was she trying to get revenge on Jiju by giving the exact thing he wanted to someone else – someone she had started caring for more, Rambo, her 'Sajan ji'?

She picked up the pace, trying to take more and more of his length into her mouth. Still, a good portion stayed outside, and she coughed and paused to catch her breath every few seconds. She wasn’t a professional used to this kind of thing.

Yet she didn't stop. Every time she had to break away, she dived right back in with even more energy, and within five minutes, she managed to comfortably take in more than half of Rambo's cock.

Rambo, on the other hand, was experiencing something unreal. He had never even dreamed of this kind of sexual act. Blinded by pleasure, he grabbed the back of her head and started thrusting deeply into her mouth.

Mummy gripped his thighs for support, begging him to go slowly, but it was too late. He was already treating her mouth like her moist pussy, only stopping when he finally emptied himself deep inside her throat. All the dirty jizz of the beggar got dumped in my mummy’s throat.

They pulled away, looking exhausted. To my complete surprise, Mummy laughed like a cheap whore and asked him, “That was a good maja, wasn't it?”

“Yes… lots of maja,” Rambo said with a goofy smile before finally leaving the house.

[garamrohan]

The exams were over, but my mind was completely messed up.

Nothing at home was going well anymore.

Rambo and Mummy met up whenever they got the chance. His afternoon visits became a daily routine. Whenever Papa went out of town for work, Mummy even invited him over at night, and they would be together in the backyard, near the shrubs, or sometimes right in the bathroom.

Mummy stopped paying attention to Papa and me like she used to. In fact, she started picking fights with Papa, which began to worry him. Even though Papa tried to avoid arguments by ignoring her mood swings, money started disappearing from his pockets.

Mummy never confessed, but I knew she was secretly giving that money to Rambo. Rambo wasn't the ragged beggar he used to be. While he still wandered around looking hopeless and looked equally ugly, he now had clean clothes, groomed hair and beard, and money in his pocket, freeing him from having to work or beg.

Then, one afternoon, I overheard them talking.

“Sajan ji, we are in trouble,” Mummy said. “My husband is getting suspicious, and I can't steal any more money. And on top of that…” She stumbled, sounding shaken. “I don't know how to explain this because I never expected it to happen to me at age forty-two. I missed my period, and when I checked, it confirmed I am pregnant. I don't know what to do.”

This came as a massive shock to me. What if the baby was born? It would completely ruin our family's reputation. I sat quietly by the ghat, turning it over in my mind. Aditya was with me that day and asked why I looked so worried, but I didn't say a single word. How could I ever admit to him that my mother was involved with a dirty beggar?

When I got home late that evening, Mummy wasn't there. We searched for her for the next two days, but there was no trace of her. Papa seemed to have figured something out, though; I overheard him whispering to someone on the phone that some cash and jewelry were missing from the house, too.

By that point, I was certain Mummy had eloped with Rambo to start a life somewhere else. They were expecting a baby, and chances were we would never see her again. Looking back, a question kept haunting me: why did she do this to me? I understood how poorly Papa treated her all those years, the injustice Jiju caused, and how cold and unempathetic Di had been when Jiju was the real culprit.

Yet, I hadn't done anything wrong. I tried to stand by her side... or did I? When I really thought about it, I realized I hadn't actually helped. I just expected someone else to fix things while I sat back and helplessly watched it all unfold without stepping in. Was this the price I had to pay?

----

(Two Years Later…)


I was at the gynecologist with Di. She had been consulting this particular lady doctor for the last six months. Di and Jiju had been trying to have a baby for the past two years, but they were facing problems conceiving.

Jiju, who genuinely loved Di, was always stressed about not having a child. That day, Jiju was busy, so he asked me to accompany Di to the clinic. I was studying at a college in their city, so I rode her there on my bike.

The doctor was well-known and practiced at a government hospital in addition to her private clinic. I learned from the staff that the doctor had something important to discuss with us, but she was still at the government hospital. I didn't tell Di because I had a bad feeling the news wouldn't be good. Instead, I asked Di to wait at the private clinic and went to the government hospital by myself.

I waited outside the doctor's cabin while she finished her consultations. I heard her telling the couple inside that they should consider a permanent family planning procedure, explaining that it was too risky to try for a pregnancy so late in life. Out of curiosity, I peeked inside - and to my absolute shock, Rambo and Mummy were sitting there. Mummy was holding a one-year-something-old child in her lap, and they were discussing family planning.
I was completely dumbfounded and hid outside.

As Mummy and Rambo left the hospital, I watched them through the window. Rambo was confidently riding a bike, with Mummy sitting beside him holding their child, her hand resting lovingly on his shoulder for support. To the outside world, they looked like a happy, innocent couple. Little did anyone know they had built that happiness by destroying so many lives.
Soon after, the receptionist called me in to see the doctor.

I forced myself to hold back my emotions and walked inside. The doctor looked at me with sympathy and told me that Di would never be able to become a mother.

I left the clinic wondering if this was just Di and Jiju's fate, or if it was the price they were paying for what they had done to Mummy. Just like what papa and I had paid.

THE END

[Kore shivkant]

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Great effort......I just now started to read this story...... awesome writing....

[The Great One]

It was happy that you should the mother again with Rambo. But you ended the story just in a one chapter with affair with rainbow it was little bit disappointing. You should have extended more chapters of the mother with Rambo how she got into more pleasure with Rambo. and then ended up living her husband to end this chapter in one update was a little bit disappointing I hope next story you would right right some long updates.

[truthtruth3]

Hey writer can you extended this story a bit more love to see episodes between after first sex till she eloped with rambo like giving rambo her anal virginity etc if you can

[truthtruth3]

Or you can make her carry a child for her daughter but she won't return to her old life but she agreed to carry a child for her daughter as she still loves her children where Rambo object but she doesn't care about him and have sex with her son-in-law if you can please do it

[authorerotica]

Great writing, deary fellow author. I just wish the story was longer. The ending did feel abrupt. But still, it was amazing. Looking for your next masterpiece.

[garamrohan]

Thanks a lot The Great One, truthtruth3 and authorerotica for your reply.