19-06-2019, 04:28 PM
I waited almost 30 minutes, writhing in anticipation of when they would open the door and come out. Finally, my silent pleas were heard and the door opened. When I saw my mother, I was shocked at her apparently disheveled visage. Her hair was completely in shambles, the kaajal (kohl – black colored eye cosmetic) appeared to be smeared all across her cheeks and there were also some speckles of some sticky transparent substance on her cheeks, forehead, nose and parts of her neck. Her saree was draped around her entire body very awkwardly and she was desperately holding it together. The thing that concerned me the most was the fact that she was walking in spaghetti legs – very wobbly and very steadily – as if she was hurting. She walked past me without making any sort of eye contact and went straight to the car, entering the backseat.
A few seconds later, I saw both Haripada and our driver emerge from the same room with satisfied expressions on their faces. They both seemed exhausted yet they were looking at each other and smiling sheepishly.
“Theek hain, Bahadur. Tohri gaadi theek ho chuki hain. Ab nikal idhar se.” (“Ok, Bahadur. Your car is fixed. Now get the hell outta here.”), the big brute said jokingly as Bahadur entered the driver’s seat. I too joined in on the front seat now, since the backseat was being occupied by my seemingly upset mother. “Boudi, abar ashben garage e aar ei sadharon manush ke apnar sheba korar sujog deben.” (“Bhabhi, come back soon to our garage and let this humble servant of yours satisfy your needs again.”), he commented with a wink and a pretentious smirk. My mother completely ignored him and looked in the other direction. I wondered what had happened to make her so upset.
The mechanic and the driver exchanged knowing smiles at each other and then we zoomed off!
When we got back to the bungalow, my mom slowly but briskly rushed to her room and locked the door from the inside. Uncle Bapi tried to call her, but she simply ignored his words. She had an attached bathroom inside her bedroom and I could almost hear the shower running. She must be freshening up, I thought.
Meanwhile, Bahadur explained to Uncle Bapi that the cost of repairs was minimal and he was able to get everything done with what the good uncle had provided. I was still curious as to what had happened inside that garage office room that gave my mother such a strange appearance and made her so upset. The possibilities of what might have happened were making me shudder in anticipation and ecstasy.
I didn’t realize however that I would soon find out the graphic details!
My sweet homely mother had been very quiet since the night we came back from the garage. It had been two days since then. She had been having her meals in solitude and rarely speaking to either me or Uncle Bapi unless we asked her a question. This was adding more layers to my curiosity. However, I didn’t want to ask Bahadur and I certainly couldn’t ask my mom. I wanted to maintain my image of a sweet innocent son I front of her eyes. I figured there was no way of knowing the truth and finally decided to give up.
Two days before we were going to leave, Uncle Bapi and my mom were downstairs having dinner while I was upstairs in my room watching some incest porn. I didn’t feel even the least bit aroused even while watching the most scintillating of scenes because all of that paled in comparison to the acts of depravity that I had witnessed my mom being subjected to in the last few months. Still, I needed some form of visual stimulation, so I continued to watch those dull videos. Just then, I heard Uncle Bapi’s voice calling my name.
“Bunty! Oi Bunty! Ja amar ghor diye ektu chosma ta niye aay toh!” (“Bunty! Hey Bunty! Go to my room and fetch my glasses for me, please!”), he yelled.
“Anchi!” (“Fetching!”), I yelled back. It was such a bad timing. But to be honest, my dick really wasn’t getting anywhere by watching these lame videos. So, I trotted to Uncle Bapi’s room, to fetch his glasses. His room was quite neat and tidy, mainly because Karim Chacha cleans it almost everyday. There was a large flat-screen TV atop an end table (table with drawers), directly opposite to the bed. My curiosity piqued and I decided to have a look inside. When I opened the drawer and peered in, I saw a bunch of CDs. Each of those CDs had a date on them and a name! One was Antara – Dated 03/10/2012, there was another one Bipasaha – Dated 04/22/2012,…so on and so forth! As I surfed through the entire collection, I came across three CDs that shocked me to the core. One was dated on the same day we came to Siliguri and the other two were dated for the same day we went to the garage! And the name on top of that was Shikha – my mother! I was shocked! I knew that Uncle Bapi had his car wired and I knew for sure one of the videos would depict whatever happened in the car that day with my mom jerking Bahadur off. But I wondered was: what was the other CD for
“Kire, kotokhon laage tor ekta chosma ante!” (“Hey how long will you take to bring a pair of glasses!”), Uncle Bapi yelled again!
A few seconds later, I saw both Haripada and our driver emerge from the same room with satisfied expressions on their faces. They both seemed exhausted yet they were looking at each other and smiling sheepishly.
“Theek hain, Bahadur. Tohri gaadi theek ho chuki hain. Ab nikal idhar se.” (“Ok, Bahadur. Your car is fixed. Now get the hell outta here.”), the big brute said jokingly as Bahadur entered the driver’s seat. I too joined in on the front seat now, since the backseat was being occupied by my seemingly upset mother. “Boudi, abar ashben garage e aar ei sadharon manush ke apnar sheba korar sujog deben.” (“Bhabhi, come back soon to our garage and let this humble servant of yours satisfy your needs again.”), he commented with a wink and a pretentious smirk. My mother completely ignored him and looked in the other direction. I wondered what had happened to make her so upset.
The mechanic and the driver exchanged knowing smiles at each other and then we zoomed off!
When we got back to the bungalow, my mom slowly but briskly rushed to her room and locked the door from the inside. Uncle Bapi tried to call her, but she simply ignored his words. She had an attached bathroom inside her bedroom and I could almost hear the shower running. She must be freshening up, I thought.
Meanwhile, Bahadur explained to Uncle Bapi that the cost of repairs was minimal and he was able to get everything done with what the good uncle had provided. I was still curious as to what had happened inside that garage office room that gave my mother such a strange appearance and made her so upset. The possibilities of what might have happened were making me shudder in anticipation and ecstasy.
I didn’t realize however that I would soon find out the graphic details!
My sweet homely mother had been very quiet since the night we came back from the garage. It had been two days since then. She had been having her meals in solitude and rarely speaking to either me or Uncle Bapi unless we asked her a question. This was adding more layers to my curiosity. However, I didn’t want to ask Bahadur and I certainly couldn’t ask my mom. I wanted to maintain my image of a sweet innocent son I front of her eyes. I figured there was no way of knowing the truth and finally decided to give up.
Two days before we were going to leave, Uncle Bapi and my mom were downstairs having dinner while I was upstairs in my room watching some incest porn. I didn’t feel even the least bit aroused even while watching the most scintillating of scenes because all of that paled in comparison to the acts of depravity that I had witnessed my mom being subjected to in the last few months. Still, I needed some form of visual stimulation, so I continued to watch those dull videos. Just then, I heard Uncle Bapi’s voice calling my name.
“Bunty! Oi Bunty! Ja amar ghor diye ektu chosma ta niye aay toh!” (“Bunty! Hey Bunty! Go to my room and fetch my glasses for me, please!”), he yelled.
“Anchi!” (“Fetching!”), I yelled back. It was such a bad timing. But to be honest, my dick really wasn’t getting anywhere by watching these lame videos. So, I trotted to Uncle Bapi’s room, to fetch his glasses. His room was quite neat and tidy, mainly because Karim Chacha cleans it almost everyday. There was a large flat-screen TV atop an end table (table with drawers), directly opposite to the bed. My curiosity piqued and I decided to have a look inside. When I opened the drawer and peered in, I saw a bunch of CDs. Each of those CDs had a date on them and a name! One was Antara – Dated 03/10/2012, there was another one Bipasaha – Dated 04/22/2012,…so on and so forth! As I surfed through the entire collection, I came across three CDs that shocked me to the core. One was dated on the same day we came to Siliguri and the other two were dated for the same day we went to the garage! And the name on top of that was Shikha – my mother! I was shocked! I knew that Uncle Bapi had his car wired and I knew for sure one of the videos would depict whatever happened in the car that day with my mom jerking Bahadur off. But I wondered was: what was the other CD for
“Kire, kotokhon laage tor ekta chosma ante!” (“Hey how long will you take to bring a pair of glasses!”), Uncle Bapi yelled again!
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