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Scene 14
She didn't look like my mother. Her shoulders were relaxed, her posture loose and inviting. She dropped the plastic bag of fabric on the counter, but she didn't ask about the lining.
"Is the room free?" she asked.
"For you? Always," Remo said.
Mom laughed. It was a dirty, wet laugh. She stepped into his space. She ran a finger down Remo's chest.
"I missed this," she whispered. "That blue blouse you made... I wore it to the kitty party. I was leaking the whole time thinking about what you did to me in Trial Room 1."
My stomach turned over. She was talking about my mother.
Remo smirked. "You ripped the hooks off that one, Sunita. You were too impatient."
"I was hungry," she moaned. "You made me wait too long."
Then, the conversation took a turn that made me dizzy.
"You are better than the others, Remo," she confessed, leaning her hip against the table.
Remo raised an eyebrow. "Others?"
She rolled her eyes, a gesture so casual it was terrifying. "That new boy you hired... Raju. He tries hard, but he is too fast. And Masterji... well, his hands are old. He shakes too much when he holds my chest."
I clamped my hand over my mouth. My mother hadn't just been with Remo. She had been with the helper. She had been with Masterji.
"But you..." she breathed, looking at Remo’s crotch. "You break me."
She didn't wait for him to touch her. She started touching herself.
Right there in the open shop. She pressed her hand between her legs, right over the folds of her cotton saree. She rubbed her mound vigorously.
"Oh god," she hissed, her eyes rolling back. "I'm so wet just looking at you."
She grabbed Remo’s hand and tried to pull it towards her saree.
"Please, Remo," she begged, her voice cracking. "Take me to the back. Put it in. I need it deep today. Don't make me use my fingers."
I watched my mother—the woman who scolded me for wearing short skirts—begging the tailor to fuck her, rubbing herself in public, admitting she had slept with the staff.
She looked at Remo. He was ready, standing there with that smirk, but it wasn't enough for her today. The memory of the "others" had unlocked something greedy inside her.
"Remo," she panted, licking her dry lips. "Is Raju free as well?"
Remo raised an eyebrow. "Raju? You said he was too fast."
Mom laughed, a low, dirty sound. "I don't care if he is fast. I need the weight. One man isn't enough right now."
She stepped closer, gripping Remo’s shirt.
"I can use him also," she whispered, her voice trembling with excitement. "Let's have a threesome today. I want to be stuffed from both sides."
Remo didn't judge her. He turned his head towards the back of the shop.
"Raju!" he shouted. "Raju!"
Raju appeared from the stockroom. He was young, maybe twenty-one, with messy hair and a nervous grin. He wiped his hands on his pants. He saw Mom standing there, flushed and begging. He didn't look surprised. He looked hungry.
"Namaste, Madam," Raju said, his eyes dropping straight to her heaving chest.
"Namaste, Raju," my mother purred. She reached out and grabbed his hand. She pulled him close.
"Come," she commanded both of them.
She didn't wait. She walked towards Trial Room 1—the big one. She dragged Raju with one hand and beckoned Remo with the other.
"I want you on my mouth," she told Remo. "And Raju... you take the back door. Or maybe the front. I don't care. Just fill me up."
I watched as my mother walked into the trial room, sandwiched between the two tailors. Raju was already unbuckling his belt as he walked. Remo looked back at my hiding spot one last time. He winked again.
The door clicked shut. Clack.
Then, the sounds began.
"Yes!" my mother screamed instantly. "Both of you! Grab them! Suck them!"
I heard the sound of fabric ripping. I heard the wet smack of skin on skin. I heard two male voices groaning and my mother’s voice rising above them in a crescendo of pure, unadulterated filth.
I ran towards the opening. I didn't care if I made a sound. I dared myself to look. I had to know if the picture in my head matched the reality.
I found the small drill hole in the wood—the same one I used for Meenal. I pressed my eye against it.
It was exactly as it sounded.
My mother was bent over, her hands bracing against the side walls of the small cubicle. Her saree was bunched up around her waist, a colorful mess of cotton.
Raju was behind her. He wasn't gentle. He was gripping her wide hips with his hands, his knuckles white. He was driving into her with some speed.
Thup-thup-thup.
It was the wet, heavy sound of his groin slapping against her buttocks. He was pounding her. His young, eager body was slamming into my mother’s soft flesh, shaking her whole frame.
Remo stood in front of her. He wasn't watching; he was participating. He forced her to stand upright enough so he could access her chest. He had pulled her blouse completely down. Her heavy, mature breasts were bouncing with the force of Raju’s thrusts from behind.
Remo was holding them, squeezing the nipples hard, twisting them like dials on a radio.
And my mother... she wasn't crying. She was laughing. She was talking dirty to them, her voice unrecognizable.
"Yes, Raju! Break it!" she screamed, her head thrown back. "Don't stop! Fuck your Aunty like a dog!"
She looked at Remo, her eyes glazed.
"Look at him, Remo! He is destroying me!" she panted. "You taught him well! He is hitting the perfect spot!"
"Shut up and suck," Remo growled.
He unzipped his pants. He took out his hardness. It was thick and dark. He pressed it against her wet, open mouth.
"Take it, Sunita," he commanded. "Make yourself useful."
My mother opened her mouth wide. She took him in. She started sucking Remo while Raju hammered her from behind. She was completely filled—mouth, ass, and soul.
"Mmmph-guck," she gagged, but she didn't stop. She hummed with pleasure, vibrating between the two men, being passed around like a shared meal in the very shop where unknown to her I was watching, her own daughter.
I watched her tongue swirl around Remo’s tip. I watched her ass ripple with every impact from Raju. I felt a line cross in my mind. She wasn't my mother anymore. She was just a woman with a bottomless hunger, and I was the daughter who was realizing that hunger runs in the blood.
Raju groaned, his grip on her hips slipping. "Madam... I can't... I'm going to burst."
Remo stepped back from my mother’s mouth. He looked at Raju, then at Mom’s backside.
"Move, boy," Remo laughed. "Today is ass only, Sunita. Let the boy breathe.
Remo then put the entire penis in, it went in her ass, it was tight, he moved gently and then started pounding her ass."
"Your ass, Sunita. So many times I have put it in, yet this feel the best", Remo said.
Remo then grabbed Mom’s waist to steady her, but Raju pulled out too fast. He scrambled around to the front. He didn't have time to aim.
"Oh god!" Raju cried out.
He unloaded right onto her face. Thick white spurts landed on her cheek, her chin, and her eyelashes.
Mom didn't wipe it away. She didn't flinch. She smiled, her eyes closed. She leaned forward and cleaned his slowing erection with her tongue to catch the drops running down his penis.
"Good boy," she purred, tasting him. "You have a lot in you."
She didn't mind at all. She welcomed it like it was face cream for her.
Remo wasted no time. He spun her around for the next part, They moved like dancers who knew the steps perfectly.
"Turn," Remo commanded.
"Yes," Mom breathed, wiping her mouth. "Now you."
She looked at Remo’s growing erection.
"Put it in front now," she demanded.
She didn't mind that it was dirty. She didn't mind the mix of fluids. She liked it this way—raw and messy.
Remo lined himself up. He looked her in the eye.
"Are you ready, Sunita?" he asked, gripping her thigh.
Mom laughed, breathless. "You say Ready? Remo, but I have already climaxed multiple times. Just finish me."
Remo didn't wait. He thrusted inside her.
"Ahhh!" she screamed and he creamed, wrapping her legs around his waist.
He hammered into her, hard and fast. Raju watched from the corner, catching his breath, staring at the way Remo owned her.
"Mine," Remo growled.
He drove deep one last time and poured himself again inside her.
Mom’s eyes rolled back. Her legs gave out. They collapsed onto the pile of discarded clothes on the floor, with Remo still on top of her, breathing heavily into her neck.
They lay there for a minute in the silence of the shop. Then, Mom hugged Remo tight. She kissed his sweaty shoulder.
"I bought a gift for you," she whispered, stroking his hair. "It's inside the plastic bag at the counter. A new watch."
Remo chuckled, rolling off her. He lay on his back, staring at the ceiling.
"Sunita," he sighed. "You always bring these gifts for me and I keep saying to you... I don't want your husband's money. I just want this." He slapped her bare thigh playfully.
Mom propped herself up on one elbow. She looked at him with a sad, playful smile.
"Yet you share me with other staff," she countered, glancing at Raju. "Why don't you take me away with you? Save me from that boring house."
Remo smiled. He knew she was joking. They both knew she loved her rich life too much to leave, and she loved this dirty secret too much to stop.
"Then who would pay for the silk?" Remo teased.
He stood up. He grabbed a dry cloth from the shelf. He tossed it to her.
"Clean up," he said. "The next customer is waiting."
I watched my mother wipe herself down, her face glowing with a happiness I had never seen at home. I called her Slut without saying a word.
She didn't look like my mother. Her shoulders were relaxed, her posture loose and inviting. She dropped the plastic bag of fabric on the counter, but she didn't ask about the lining.
"Is the room free?" she asked.
"For you? Always," Remo said.
Mom laughed. It was a dirty, wet laugh. She stepped into his space. She ran a finger down Remo's chest.
"I missed this," she whispered. "That blue blouse you made... I wore it to the kitty party. I was leaking the whole time thinking about what you did to me in Trial Room 1."
My stomach turned over. She was talking about my mother.
Remo smirked. "You ripped the hooks off that one, Sunita. You were too impatient."
"I was hungry," she moaned. "You made me wait too long."
Then, the conversation took a turn that made me dizzy.
"You are better than the others, Remo," she confessed, leaning her hip against the table.
Remo raised an eyebrow. "Others?"
She rolled her eyes, a gesture so casual it was terrifying. "That new boy you hired... Raju. He tries hard, but he is too fast. And Masterji... well, his hands are old. He shakes too much when he holds my chest."
I clamped my hand over my mouth. My mother hadn't just been with Remo. She had been with the helper. She had been with Masterji.
"But you..." she breathed, looking at Remo’s crotch. "You break me."
She didn't wait for him to touch her. She started touching herself.
Right there in the open shop. She pressed her hand between her legs, right over the folds of her cotton saree. She rubbed her mound vigorously.
"Oh god," she hissed, her eyes rolling back. "I'm so wet just looking at you."
She grabbed Remo’s hand and tried to pull it towards her saree.
"Please, Remo," she begged, her voice cracking. "Take me to the back. Put it in. I need it deep today. Don't make me use my fingers."
I watched my mother—the woman who scolded me for wearing short skirts—begging the tailor to fuck her, rubbing herself in public, admitting she had slept with the staff.
She looked at Remo. He was ready, standing there with that smirk, but it wasn't enough for her today. The memory of the "others" had unlocked something greedy inside her.
"Remo," she panted, licking her dry lips. "Is Raju free as well?"
Remo raised an eyebrow. "Raju? You said he was too fast."
Mom laughed, a low, dirty sound. "I don't care if he is fast. I need the weight. One man isn't enough right now."
She stepped closer, gripping Remo’s shirt.
"I can use him also," she whispered, her voice trembling with excitement. "Let's have a threesome today. I want to be stuffed from both sides."
Remo didn't judge her. He turned his head towards the back of the shop.
"Raju!" he shouted. "Raju!"
Raju appeared from the stockroom. He was young, maybe twenty-one, with messy hair and a nervous grin. He wiped his hands on his pants. He saw Mom standing there, flushed and begging. He didn't look surprised. He looked hungry.
"Namaste, Madam," Raju said, his eyes dropping straight to her heaving chest.
"Namaste, Raju," my mother purred. She reached out and grabbed his hand. She pulled him close.
"Come," she commanded both of them.
She didn't wait. She walked towards Trial Room 1—the big one. She dragged Raju with one hand and beckoned Remo with the other.
"I want you on my mouth," she told Remo. "And Raju... you take the back door. Or maybe the front. I don't care. Just fill me up."
I watched as my mother walked into the trial room, sandwiched between the two tailors. Raju was already unbuckling his belt as he walked. Remo looked back at my hiding spot one last time. He winked again.
The door clicked shut. Clack.
Then, the sounds began.
"Yes!" my mother screamed instantly. "Both of you! Grab them! Suck them!"
I heard the sound of fabric ripping. I heard the wet smack of skin on skin. I heard two male voices groaning and my mother’s voice rising above them in a crescendo of pure, unadulterated filth.
I ran towards the opening. I didn't care if I made a sound. I dared myself to look. I had to know if the picture in my head matched the reality.
I found the small drill hole in the wood—the same one I used for Meenal. I pressed my eye against it.
It was exactly as it sounded.
My mother was bent over, her hands bracing against the side walls of the small cubicle. Her saree was bunched up around her waist, a colorful mess of cotton.
Raju was behind her. He wasn't gentle. He was gripping her wide hips with his hands, his knuckles white. He was driving into her with some speed.
Thup-thup-thup.
It was the wet, heavy sound of his groin slapping against her buttocks. He was pounding her. His young, eager body was slamming into my mother’s soft flesh, shaking her whole frame.
Remo stood in front of her. He wasn't watching; he was participating. He forced her to stand upright enough so he could access her chest. He had pulled her blouse completely down. Her heavy, mature breasts were bouncing with the force of Raju’s thrusts from behind.
Remo was holding them, squeezing the nipples hard, twisting them like dials on a radio.
And my mother... she wasn't crying. She was laughing. She was talking dirty to them, her voice unrecognizable.
"Yes, Raju! Break it!" she screamed, her head thrown back. "Don't stop! Fuck your Aunty like a dog!"
She looked at Remo, her eyes glazed.
"Look at him, Remo! He is destroying me!" she panted. "You taught him well! He is hitting the perfect spot!"
"Shut up and suck," Remo growled.
He unzipped his pants. He took out his hardness. It was thick and dark. He pressed it against her wet, open mouth.
"Take it, Sunita," he commanded. "Make yourself useful."
My mother opened her mouth wide. She took him in. She started sucking Remo while Raju hammered her from behind. She was completely filled—mouth, ass, and soul.
"Mmmph-guck," she gagged, but she didn't stop. She hummed with pleasure, vibrating between the two men, being passed around like a shared meal in the very shop where unknown to her I was watching, her own daughter.
I watched her tongue swirl around Remo’s tip. I watched her ass ripple with every impact from Raju. I felt a line cross in my mind. She wasn't my mother anymore. She was just a woman with a bottomless hunger, and I was the daughter who was realizing that hunger runs in the blood.
Raju groaned, his grip on her hips slipping. "Madam... I can't... I'm going to burst."
Remo stepped back from my mother’s mouth. He looked at Raju, then at Mom’s backside.
"Move, boy," Remo laughed. "Today is ass only, Sunita. Let the boy breathe.
Remo then put the entire penis in, it went in her ass, it was tight, he moved gently and then started pounding her ass."
"Your ass, Sunita. So many times I have put it in, yet this feel the best", Remo said.
Remo then grabbed Mom’s waist to steady her, but Raju pulled out too fast. He scrambled around to the front. He didn't have time to aim.
"Oh god!" Raju cried out.
He unloaded right onto her face. Thick white spurts landed on her cheek, her chin, and her eyelashes.
Mom didn't wipe it away. She didn't flinch. She smiled, her eyes closed. She leaned forward and cleaned his slowing erection with her tongue to catch the drops running down his penis.
"Good boy," she purred, tasting him. "You have a lot in you."
She didn't mind at all. She welcomed it like it was face cream for her.
Remo wasted no time. He spun her around for the next part, They moved like dancers who knew the steps perfectly.
"Turn," Remo commanded.
"Yes," Mom breathed, wiping her mouth. "Now you."
She looked at Remo’s growing erection.
"Put it in front now," she demanded.
She didn't mind that it was dirty. She didn't mind the mix of fluids. She liked it this way—raw and messy.
Remo lined himself up. He looked her in the eye.
"Are you ready, Sunita?" he asked, gripping her thigh.
Mom laughed, breathless. "You say Ready? Remo, but I have already climaxed multiple times. Just finish me."
Remo didn't wait. He thrusted inside her.
"Ahhh!" she screamed and he creamed, wrapping her legs around his waist.
He hammered into her, hard and fast. Raju watched from the corner, catching his breath, staring at the way Remo owned her.
"Mine," Remo growled.
He drove deep one last time and poured himself again inside her.
Mom’s eyes rolled back. Her legs gave out. They collapsed onto the pile of discarded clothes on the floor, with Remo still on top of her, breathing heavily into her neck.
They lay there for a minute in the silence of the shop. Then, Mom hugged Remo tight. She kissed his sweaty shoulder.
"I bought a gift for you," she whispered, stroking his hair. "It's inside the plastic bag at the counter. A new watch."
Remo chuckled, rolling off her. He lay on his back, staring at the ceiling.
"Sunita," he sighed. "You always bring these gifts for me and I keep saying to you... I don't want your husband's money. I just want this." He slapped her bare thigh playfully.
Mom propped herself up on one elbow. She looked at him with a sad, playful smile.
"Yet you share me with other staff," she countered, glancing at Raju. "Why don't you take me away with you? Save me from that boring house."
Remo smiled. He knew she was joking. They both knew she loved her rich life too much to leave, and she loved this dirty secret too much to stop.
"Then who would pay for the silk?" Remo teased.
He stood up. He grabbed a dry cloth from the shelf. He tossed it to her.
"Clean up," he said. "The next customer is waiting."
I watched my mother wipe herself down, her face glowing with a happiness I had never seen at home. I called her Slut without saying a word.
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