Adultery My mom's treatment at the hands of commoners by debt_is_paid

[sarit11]

Avik smiled devilishly, indicating that he liked that idea. Rohit started to leave the room shouting, "Make sure you finish all of our homework before I come upstairs. I mean Avik and mine. I don’t give a shit if you finish yours!", before shutting my bedroom door and going downstairs.

I was frustrated. Having these two bullies here was bad enough, but now one of them would get to put the moves on my mom while the other one would look over me. I knew my mom hadn’t put out for anyone since Uncle Shyam left a year ago, but I had seen how women act around Rohit in college. Girls can’t seem to help themselves around him – always flirting, touching him, trying to get his attention. I was worried about the effect he was going to have on my sweet homely mature and once sultry mother.

After Rohit left, Avik ordered me to finish all the homework while he took a quick nap. He was a quick sleeper as I heard him snoring almost immediately after he lay down on the bed. As I looked at the papers on the desk, I realized he’d left the binder with my mom’s pics on the desk. The thought crossed my mind to destroy the pictures. But then I realized how stupid that would be. Rohit and his bullies obviously had them saved to their computers, and destroying them would do nothing more than make them angry – something I desperately wished to avoid.

I couldn’t focus on the work at hand. The thought of Rohit hanging out with my sweet mature mother, while she was wearing that revealing saree and blouse, filled me with jealousy and worry. I knew you could see a lot of her breasts in that outfit – I knew, because I caught myself checking them out whenever she wore them and I had also noticed a lot of low-class people staring at her while she was in a public transport. I knew I had a mountain of homework to do – both for Rohit and Avik, but also for myself. But the feeling of envy and curiosity while Rohit was alone with her was making me sick. I had to find out what was happening.

I decided I’d head downstairs, just to get a listen, and maybe a quick glimpse!

I looked in Avik’s direction to see if he was sound asleep. I called out his name a few times, but no response. I was confident that he was deep in slumber and his heavy snoring only reinforced that belief. I silently stepped out the door and quietly crept downstairs. I could hear them in the kitchen.

"Please go from here. If my son sees us then my life will be ruined.", came my mother’s voice.

I stayed well out of view and close by the staircase, so I could tip-toe speedily upstairs if they came into the living room.

"I can’t take it anymore, Aunty. Since the day I first saw you, I’ve fallen madly in love with you. I’ve been physically intimate with a lot of my friends’ mothers and bhabhis. But I’ve never seen a lady like you. Such an amazing figure and such youthful beauty, at this age? This is almost impossible.", came Rohit’s voice. He was complimenting her and at the same time, expressing his perverted love for her. I couldn’t believe the audacity of this bully. I couldn’t bear it any longer. I had to see it. So I climbed down and crept up along the side of the wall separating the kitchen with the hall and I was amazed at the sight in front of me!



My mom and Rohit were both facing each other and talking. They were standing only a foot apart from each other, and my mom’s back was touching the kitchen counter – meaning she had nowhere to fall behind. Her hands were up, her face was full of nervous tension and it looked like she was pleading with the bully, while he had a blunt hungry expression on his face. "Please Rohit, you don’t understand what would happen if my son or my servants see us. They will not let you go easily and plus I will not be able to face anyone with any sort of dignity."

"Aunty, you also don’t understand what I’m feeling right now.". Without warning, he grabbed my mother’s right hand and placed it on his chest. "See how my heart is beating like a drum when I’m standing so close to you. Feel it!" My mom was slightly taken aback by his forceful grab and although her hand lingered for a few seconds on his muscular chest, she quickly pulled it back.

"Please! I’ve already forgiven you and your friend for what happened inside the carpool. But don’t try to do this, I beg you!", she said. For some reason, my mom appeared sexier than before, as she pleaded with this bully. Her long, straight, black hair was cascading down around her shoulders. Her saree had pulled off at the top, thereby exposing her sleeveless blouse which was forming a deep V all the way down to the buttons. If her breasts had been smaller they would have fallen out, but they held nice and tight in the fabric, the silk held taught.

"I can't keep doing this, Aunty. I can't keep leaving you, wanting you and not having you….I can’t take it anymore!" With that, he took a step forward and shockingly placed his right palm over her concealed left boob.

My mom’s jaw gaped open at his brazenness and she immediately tried to push his hand away from her breast. But since she was almost pinned to the kitchen counter and because that perverted bully – Rohit – was now squeezing her massive modestly-covered melon, she couldn’t move his hand away. "What the hell are you doing? How dare you touch me? Let go!", my mom tried to sound stern, but I could sense that she was slowly losing control of the situation.

But this time, Rohit was not willing to let her go so easily. "Ufff it’s been so long since I touched these soft mammaries in my hand!".

"…Babu is in the room upstairs.".

I knew my mom couldn’t have been that concerned with me since I knew of her past affairs and sexual encounters. So I assumed, she was just trying to stop the perverted bully from overpowering her and taking control of her actions. "Don’t worry. I’ve kept his busy with math problems.", he said while his eyes were fixated on my mother’s incredible breasts as he kept fondling and massaging them with his manly hands.

I couldn’t believe the scene that was unfolding in front of me. It had been so long since I had seen something like this happening in our house, so vividly! My own college bully – the guy who had made my life a living hell for the past few weeks – was molesting my sweet homely devoted mother while she was helplessly protesting his advances. Even though I felt I should’ve stopped them, I could feel my heart beating and that I was getting increasingly aroused by this whole situation.