Fantasy Mom and them

[Rupakpolo1]

The car door creaked open, and the shadows grew taller as the men emerged from the vehicle. My heart hammered in my chest as I recognized Raghu, Rafiq, and Shambhu. They approached the house with a swagger, their faces hidden in the darkness, their intentions all too clear.

Mom's voice trembled as she called out again, "Raghu, where's your saheb What are you doing here?" Her eyes searched the shadows, trying to make sense of the figures that stumbled towards her.

Raghu stepped into the light, a wicked smile spreading across his face. "Your husband," he said, his words slurred by the alcohol, "he had some... unfortunate delays. He won't be home tonight."

My mother's eyes widened in shock and fear. "What do you mean?" she whispered, her voice barely audible.

Raghu took a step closer, his smile widening. "Don't worry," he said, his tone mocking, "We're here to keep you company." Rafiq and Shambhu chuckled in the background, their forms looming larger as they approached the porch.

Mom asked Raghu- ' who are they?' pointing towards Rafiq and Shambhu. Raghu replied with a leer - ' They are my friends, they want to wish you happy anniversary too'.

But my mother wasn’t fooled. She tried to run but they were too quick. They grabbed her from behind, their rough hands on her soft skin making her squirm in fear. Rafiq and Shambhu held her arms tightly, their grins wicked in the moonlight. Raghu stepped closer, his hand covering her mouth, muffling the screams that she tried to let out.

"Be a good girl, Kakoli," he whispered into her ear, his breath hot and heavy with the stench of alcohol. "Don't make a sound, or it'll be your son's life on the line."

The words hit her like a sledgehammer, and she froze, her eyes wide with horror. The thought of anything happening to me was enough to silence her protests. They dragged her towards the car.

"Come on, Kakoli," Raghu cooed, his voice a mockery of kindness. "We've got a surprise for you. A little party to make this anniversary one you'll never forget." His grin was wide, his eyes gleaming with excitement.

My mother's body was a taut bow, her eyes darting wildly around, looking for a way to escape. But Rafiq and Shambhu had her firmly in their grasp, their laughter echoing in the still night air. They pushed her towards the car, her feet stumbling in the gravel.

Raghu held the door open with a flourish, his smile a twisted mirror of the one he reserved for when he talked to my mother in the day. "Your chariot awaits, Rani," he jeered, his hand shoving her into the back seat. I watched in horror as she struggled, trying to fight back, but she was no match for their combined strength.

The engine roared to life, and the car lurched forward, gravel spitting out from beneath the tires. My heart raced as the taillights grew smaller, swallowed by the inky blackness of the night. They had taken my mother, and there was nothing I could do to stop them.

I realized the car was heading towards the servant quarter, the very place where I had overheard their vile conversation. Panic gripped me as the reality of their plan dawned on me. I had to act fast. Without thinking twice, I came out of the bungalow and started running towards the servant quarter.

As I approached, I could see the car parked a few feet away, the engine purring ominously. My heart was in my throat as I peered inside, expecting to find my mother but she wasn't there.

The door to Raghu's room stood ajar, and from within, I could hear muffled cries, the unmistakable sounds of a struggle. I could make out it was my mother's voice. There was darkness all around the servant quarter. With trembling feet, i went inside and peek into the room from where the noise was coming.

My stomach lurched as I saw Rafiq and Shambhu holding my mother, their hands roving over her body with the same casualness one might use to handle a piece of meat at the butcher's. Her blouse was torn, the delicate fabric shredded like paper, exposing her full, round breasts to the cold night air. Her sari was in a state of disarray, pulled up to her waist, revealing her white, milky thighs that Raghu was caressing with a greed that made me sick.

Mom's face was a mask of terror, her eyes wide with shock and pain as she stared at the men surrounding her. Raghu was on his knees, tugging at her petticoat, his lecherous gaze never leaving the treasure hidden beneath it. I could see the sweat beading on his forehead, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he worked to expose her.

The room was a cocoon of darkness, the only light coming from a flickering candle on the nightstand. The shadows danced across the walls, painting a macabre tableau of the scene unfolding before me. The stench of their sweat and alcohol mixed with the faint scent of my mother's perfume, the sweetness of jasmine now tainted by their lust.

I watched in horror as Rafiq and Shambhu bound my mother's wrists with a coarse rope, their grunts of exertion punctuating the heavy silence. They were like beasts, each movement calculated to inflict maximum fear and discomfort. Her hands were shaking as she tried to resist, her nails digging into the wooden bedpost, leaving little half-moons of desperation.

The bed creaked as they hoisted her onto the mattress, her legs still kicking out in a futile attempt to fight them off. Raghu's eyes never left her, his pupils dilated with excitement as he took in the sight of her struggling against his friends' hold. The candlelight flickered across their faces, casting monstrous shadows that danced on the walls.

I watched, rooted to the spot, as they secured the ropes around her wrists, the rough fibers biting into her delicate skin. Tears streamed down my mother's cheeks, leaving dark trails on her once-perfect makeup. Her breaths came in quick, panicked gasps as she tried to plead with them, her words lost in the fabric gag they had shoved into her mouth.

"Now, now," Raghu said, his voice thick with malice, "we don't want to ruin the mood, do we?" He reached up and yanked the gag out of her mouth, her teeth clicking together as she gasped for air. "You can scream if you want," he offered, "but remember, your son is there in the bungalow" He nodded in the direction of the bungalow , his smile a twisted knot of evil. "If you make too much noise, I might just have to go pay him a little visit."

My mom voice trembled as she begged Raghu, "Please, please leave him."

Raghu leaned in closer, his breath hot against her cheek. "Do you remember the first day I saw you, Kakoli?" he murmured, his voice thick with desire. "When you stepped out of that train with your hubby, so elegant and beautiful? That's when I knew you were going to be mine." His hand trailed down her body, his fingers digging into her soft flesh. "This," he said, his voice dropping to a whisper, "has been a long time coming."

I remember the day we met Raghu as if it were yesterday. The train had pulled into the station, a cloud of dust and diesel fumes billowing around it. The sun was high in the sky, beating down on the platform with a relentless heat that made the metal benches sizzle. My mother, dressed in a simple yet elegant white sari with blue border, had stepped out of the carriage, her eyes scanning the place looking for my dad. Dad came to this village before us.

Raghu was there, leaning against a dilapidated car, his eyes locked onto her from the moment she appeared.

He was a man who knew what he wanted and wasn't afraid to take it. His hand reached out and he rubbed his palm over her face, his rough calloused skin a stark contrast to her softness. His touch was like sandpaper on a freshly painted canvas, marring the perfection that was my mother's skin.

"Look at you," Raghu murmured, his eyes feasting on her. "So beautiful. I've never seen anything like you in this shithole of a village." His voice was a mix of awe and greed, like a child discovering a hidden treasure trove of sweets.

Rafiq and Shambhu echoed the same sentiment, their leering smiles mirror images of each other. They both reached out, their rough hands caressing my mother's body in a way that made my stomach churn. Their eyes were hungry, their gazes moving over her as if they were memorizing every inch of her, savoring the sight like it was the last meal they'd ever have.

"You see, Kakoli," Raghu said, his voice thick with lust, "we've been waiting for this moment for so long." He leaned in closer, his breath hot on her neck as he whispered, "We're going to taste what's only been reserved for your husband."

Mom's sobs grew louder, her body trembling as she realized the gravity of the situation. Her eyes searched the room wildly, looking for anything that could help her escape. But there was nothing, just the cold, hard reality that she was at the mercy of these depraved men.

"Kakoli," Raghu chuckled, his voice thick with satisfaction, "there's no need to cry." He wiped a tear from her cheek with his thumb, his touch a vile parody of comfort. "You just need to cooperate, and we'll all have a good time."

Raghu leaned in closer, his finger trailing down her neck to her collarbone. His eyes never left hers as he reached her mouth, lingering just above her lips.
Her eyes filled with fear and despair. He used his finger to trace the red line of her lipstick, before sliding it into his mouth with a lewd sucking sound. "Mmm," he moaned, his eyes rolling back in pleasure. “Waiting so long to taste your lips." He bought his mouth near my mother's face and opened his mouth to put his lips over my mom's lipstick smeared lips sucking it with pleasure and roamed his tongue all over her lips.

My mom's lips soon become wet with his saliva.Their kiss was a tempest of desperation and fear, a battle of wills that played out on the canvas of their trembling bodies.

His tongue forced its way into her mouth, a slick, invasive presence that she tried to fight with her own. Her teeth clenched, her jaw tightened, but his persistence was unyielding. Raghu’s thumb and forefinger dug into her cheeks, keeping her mouth open as if she were a mere object to be used, not a person with feelings and dignity.
After sucking her lips till his thirst quench, Raghu looked at Rafiq with a wicked smile inviting them to join the fun.

One by one, Rafiq and Shambhu stepped forward, their eyes gleaming with anticipation. They each took turns pressing their greasy, unwelcome lips to my mother's, tasting her fear and the desperation she wore like a scent. Her body jerked with each forced kiss.

Rafiq's thick mustache brushed against her cheek as he leaned in, his teeth grazing her lower lip. He groaned in pleasure, savoring the taste of her lipstick. Shambhu was next, his breath hot and sour as he crushed her mouth with his, his tongue pushing its way past her teeth. Mom's eyes were squeezed shut, her body rigid with repulsion.

The taste of her lipstick seemed to drive them wild. Raghu chuckled, watching his friends feast on my mother's unwilling kisses. "See?" he whispered into her ear. "We all get a taste."

I saw three men tasting my mother's saliva, relishing the taste of it. After those kisses, I saw her lipstick was no longer present on her lips. Her lipstick which she had applied to celebrate the special night with my dad was now a smudged mess around her mouth, a stark symbol of the way those three men were erasing it with every sickening suck and probe of their tongue.

Raghu's hand slid down to her waist, his thumb brushing against her skin, leaving a smear of red in its wake. "But the real fun starts now”-he chuckled.

With a grunt, Raghu stood up, his eyes never leaving my mother's face. He reached for the knot of his pants, his fingers fumbling with the buttons. The sound of fabric tearing filled the room as he pulled out his erect penis, thick and veiny, standing tall against the candlelight.

He leaned in closer, his hand snaking its way between my mother's legs. She squirmed, trying to clamp her thighs shut, but he was too strong. With a cruel laugh, he spread her legs further apart, exposing her most intimate area to their leering gazes.

Raghu's hand was rough, his calloused fingers digging into her soft skin as he sought out the warm, wet heat of her pussy. His eyes never left hers as he touched her, his pupils dilating with excitement as he felt her body's involuntary response to his unwelcome intrusion.

Mom's eyes squeezed shut, and she bit down on her lower lip to stifle a whimper. Her skin was like silk beneath his touch, her thighs trembling as he parted them even further.

Rafiq and Shambhu watched Raghu's every move with hungry eyes, their own hands moving to their clothes. The buttons on Rafiq's shirt popped open one by one, revealing a hairy, muscular chest. His pants fell to the floor, and his cock sprang free, thick and veiny, with a glistening drop of pre-cum at the tip. It was a beastly sight, a stark contrast to my mother's refined beauty.

Shambhu was next, his body a leaner frame compared to Rafiq's bulk. His cock was longer, more like a serpent than Rafiq's, and it curved slightly to the left, giving it a sinister appearance. The skin was a shade darker than the rest of his body, as if it had been stained by years of lust and depravity.

With a twisted grin, Raghu gestured to Rafiq and Shambhu. "Look at them, Kakoli," he said, his voice thick with excitement. "Look at what you're going to have inside you. Tell me, how does it feel to know that you're going to be the center of our little party?"

Mom's eyes remained squeezed shut, her body trembling with fear and revulsion. Raghu's hand was still between her legs, his fingers probing her, his thumb circling the delicate bud of her clit. Despite herself, she couldn't help but react, a small whimper escaping her lips.

"Look at her," Rafiq growled, his eyes glazed with lust as he took in the sight of my mother's vulnerable state. "She's already wet for us."

Raghu's grin grew wider as he stepped back, revealing my mother's exposed lower body. The red sari and white petticoat lay in a pool around her waist, the fabric stark against the dark wooden floor. Her skin was pale, almost translucent in the flickering candlelight, and the thatch of hair between her legs was a stark contrast to the rest of her pristine beauty.

Rafiq's eyes were glued to the sight, his tongue darting out to lick his lips. He stepped closer, his cock bobbing in anticipation. "Let me see," he demanded, his voice gruff and impatient.

Raghu chuckled, his eyes never leaving my mother's face as he pulled the sari and petticoat down from her waist. The fabric slithered down her legs, leaving her naked from the waist down. The candlelight danced across her skin, highlighting the soft curve of her stomach, the shadowy cleft of her sex.

With a sadistic twist of his wrist, Raghu spread my mother's pussy lips, revealing the delicate pink flesh beneath. He held her open, as one might present a precious jewel to a buyer. "Look at this," he said, his voice dripping with lust as he turned to Rafiq. "Isn't she just divine?"

Rafiq's eyes bulged as he took in the sight, his cock pulsing with excitement. "Nicest pussy I've ever seen," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. He stepped closer, his breathing heavy and ragged.