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

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My moms fears suddenly amplified. Ki kaaj Ki koraben ebar amae diye Ami amar cheler sathe kono rokom nongramu korbo na ager theke bole dichi ager theke! Aar jodi aapni bhuleo etar ingit den, tahle apni jai korun na keno ami aar aapnar sathe kono somporko rakhbo na! (What thing What will you make me do now Im telling you ahead of time that I will not do anything dirty with my son! If you even allude to that, I dont care whether you do something drastic, I will save no relationship with you!), she sounded desperate, but also determined. She made it clear that she would not stoop down to the level of having sexual relations with me! I, too, was afraid of how far we could take this.

 

But Uncle Shyam had other ideas. Something which neither me nor my sweet innocent sexy mother could expect in our wildest imaginations!

 

Proti mash er shuru te amra kichu bondhura mile eksathe kothao jawro hoye tash kheli. Sadharonto amra khelte khelte TV te kono cricket match ba football match dekhi. Kintu ta chara amader khelagulo besh boring hoe. Kintu ei bochor ami chai kichu majadar ebong kamuk korte! Ei bochor ami chai tor barite amra eshe khelbo taash aar tor cheleo amader khelae jogdan debe! Kintu tar sathe sathe tui amader drinks server korbi, amar personal waitress hoe! (At the start of every month, me and some of my friends meet up to play cards. Normally, we watch cricket or football on the TV while playing cards. Other than that, theres no form of entertainment and hence, our games tend to be a bit boring. But, this year, Ive decided that we make our games more interesting and horny. This year, I want host this game in your house and I want your son to play with us as well!)

 

Ki! Apni ki pagol hoegechen naki (What! Are you mad), she yelled, Ami eisob nongra waitress er kaaj konodin korbo na! Tar opor amar chele na taash khele na mod khaye! Keno o apnader songe bosbe (I will never work as a dirty waitress! And moreover, my son neither plays cards nor does he drink alcohol! Why would he want to sit with you guys). This wasnt really true. I did drink with my friends occasionally and I also played cards, though I was never very good at it.

 

Seta or byapar. Or ekhon jothesto boyish hoeche eisob nirnoy nawar. Tui bol tui keno waitress er kaaj korbi na Tui ki bhule gechis je tui amar ghulam Pathabo chobigulo tor para protibeshi der (Thats up to him. Hes old enough to know what he wants. You say why you dont want to become a waitress Did you forget that youre my slave Do you want me to send those pictures to your neighbors), he threatened.

 

My moms voice immediately changed to a faint whisper. Please! Please erom korben na! Ami khali etai bolchilam je ami toh apnar bondhuder chini o na. Aar ora jodi amar sathe amar cheler samne kono oshobhotta kore tahle (Please! Please dont do that! Im only saying that I dont even know your friends. And if they try to do some dirty deeds with me in front of my son, then what will happen).

 

Setai toh ami toke dekhate chai magi! Chinta koris na. Tor chele kichu bolbe na. Aar jara amar sathe asche tader moddhe ekjon ke toh kom se kom tui chinis i! Eta bhalo kore shon, taash khelar ayojon ta porshu din ache. Ami oderke bole rakhbo tor barite aste. Amra 3 jon achi. Eksathei asbo. Toiri thakis! (That is what I want to see, slut! Dont worry. Your son will not say a word. And those who Im bringing with me, you will know at least on of them! Listen to this very carefully, the card game is tomorrow. Ill tell my friends to come to your house. Were three guys. Well be coming together. Be ready!), he paused to hear my mothers response but she only murmured softly. Aar hain, arekta kotha. (And theres one more thing.), he continued, Kaal dupur nagat amader parar Kakababu asben tor barite! Tui shei raate kon dress ta porbi, seta ami Kakababur hathe die debo. O eshe somostho fittings etyadi dekhe jabe. Toiri thakbi! (Tomorrow afternoon, our neighborhood tailor Kakababu is coming to your house! Hell have the dress that you will be wearing during our card game. Hell come and hand them over to you and also check the fittings, etc. Be ready!).

 

Dress Kiser dress Ki porate chaichen apni amae oe ochena lokeder samne (Dress What dress What kind of dress are you making me wear in front of those strangers), my mom asked with fear. She was scared about what sort of raunchy dress Uncle Shyam might pick for her. Plus, she was afraid of having another illicit encounter with the pervert voyeur Kakababu.

 

Bollam na, ekjon ke tui chinbi! Aar bhoy paash na. Shei raater por tor jibon palte jabe! (I told you, you will be familiar with one of them! So, dont worry so much. After that night, youre life will change forever!), he hung up after that ominous message leaving me and my mother to ponder over what this evil old pervert had planned for us!