01-01-2026, 12:28 AM
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He descended down further with a savage attitude. Of a hunter who is ready to attempt on his prey at any time. My excited, oversensitized mind felt that subtle change in his attitude, and I understood there was no possibility of him turning back. Unless, unless… somebody steps in. But who’s going to be that somebody? Me? That was the difficult question.
He coughed as he passed beside her and stepped into the river, sat and washed her face. I was breathlessly observing the act, and mummy took a few steps away from him, with wet cloth in her hand, as she noticed him sitting very close to the stone.
He coughed, cleaned his throat and just sat there on his toes. Poor mummy was hoping he would retire soon, and seeing him sit there didn’t raise alarm into her naive mind. With her face turned to the other side, she started fluttering off the cleaned clothes to dry out those further.
The Rambo man’s face turned to her and I could see his misaligned teeth with a yellow-brownish tint through his gaped mouth as he put tobacco in his mouth. His eyes had got uglified with overwhelming primal lust. The societal reality of him being under-privileged, and the lady working next to him coming from cultured, decent family background, all faded down for him. She was just a female, an object that felt extremely alluring to his unmet desire. The owner of beautiful, soft, warm flesh he most likely hadn’t tasted since long or ever, and he was dying to have his hands on her.
Mummy’s back, although not exposing as per the norms, was too much for the aroused mind sitting behind her. The small pits forming on her creamy back, the water droplets running over her shapely calves, crossing silver anklets to reach till her mehendi-painted heels, and alluring ripples forming on her saree-covered bottoms. He stood and quickly progressed towards her, without making noise and my heart skipped!
From just a foot he eyed her body, top to bottom; his eyes freaking amazed. And his hand moved from below, brushing her soft, fleshy bum till her waist. And she jumped!
“Ahh..” she sighed with fearful eyes, turning back to him.
He didn’t shy away, nor the hungry expression on his face faded. With excitement, his shaky hands touched her at arms, rubbed around her waist and her body kept shrinking as if getting burns.
“Wha.. wha… what do you want?” she stammered, and while he was not going to answer, all three of us present there had understood he had absolutely liked the feminine figure standing next to him, and he was going to use it to quench his primal thirst which had become the utmost necessity of him for the moment. Breathing heavily, her hand reached for and straightened her mangalsutra so that he could clearly see it — that weak hope of her that he might turn back respecting matrimonial sanity and her chastity will be saved.
He pulled her close by waist and she bumped into him. She backed away the next moment, annoyed and faint with fear. He was certainly powerful. He immediately pierced his face into her neck feeling warmth and softness of the collar area as mummy’s gaping, fearful face struggled to catch breath.
His face lingered there, probably his hungry mouth busy nibbling. His greying, uneven beard scratched against her delicate skin as his hands tightened around her waist.
“What are you… doing?” she pushed him away with all force. Both were running short of breaths. She quickened her action and moved to gather laundry. He followed, touched her bums, his dirty long fingers moved on her nape and backskin visible through the blouse neck. Each of his advances flicked down by mummy’s stern hit.
I was drenched with sweat and watching the hideous act happening in front of me as if it was a movie. Wasn’t I mature enough to run for my mother’s help? Or I didn’t want to help?
Mummy literally started running up the ghat, shaking and face whitened with fear. She had a bucket in her hand with laundry pushed into it in a hurry. But he was determined! Annoyed by the rejection, he followed her and held her free hand and twisted it to turn her back.
“Leave me…” she hissed, and looked around for help, but nobody happened to be there as it was 6 AM on a winter morning. He wasn’t saying a word, but his actions were detrimental, he wanted to enjoy my mummy and was not going to let her go until she satisfied him.
He picked her by the waist, again demonstrating his strength and mummy let out a weak weep, her eyes sink in disbelief for she would never have thought in dream such a thing could happen to her. And as he rushed down several steps forcefully carrying her, the clothes from the bucket scattered across the steps.
He dropped her to her feet and impatiently started with her. His hands rubbed, pressed, squeezed her voluptuous body as his hungry, water drooling mouth tried to come to her. He tightened his arms around her, to make her his!
“Aahhh… aaah… nnnooo,” all she could utter, as she tried her best to save from his approaching face by turning face and using hands as an obstacle.
He continued untiringly, his groin area was rubbing against her stomach and he was enacting intercourse activity. He forced his face towards her despite her soft hands pushing him away and he slurped her round, soft, reddened cheek.
“Naaa..” she cried out of helplessness. His hands further tighten around her, squeezing her, claiming her. Her stomach felt his dry but powerful humps and she kept struggling to keep his face off.
He held her face, letting go of the rest of her body and went on to fully taste her beautiful face. His wide, open mouth surrounded by a messy mustache and beard craved to land on her glowing cheeks, to lock on her pink, pouty lips.
His thrust increased and so did his sighs; I started getting to hear their hisses loudly, from several feet. With a sobbing face mummy was struggling hard to save herself, and her one leg slipped off the step, and she collapsed to one step down, near the stone where she was washing laundry.
He followed, and as she was trying to stand up, he held her by the waist and started dry-humping her bottom mercilessly, his penis was looking extremely huge now, even from over the old denim pants. And my mummy, whom I had seen countless times in this decent, beautiful peacock-blue colored saree had helplessly bent before with her bottom to him.
“Noooo…”, she grunted, under fear, shame and now throbbing pain at left knee. But he didn’t stop. There was no escape now.
His arousal reached its peak. He let her go, and unhooked his pants. And mummy escaped to go stand on the washing stone in the water.
She was just shaking her head in denial. Her beautiful eyes became full of fear, ripe body started to shake. And her hand held pallu by mouth to suppress her own cry.
He took a step further, and with big eyes she backed away, forgetting she was standing on a stone within the water and she collapsed in the water, yelling out with her hands waving in the air, looking for support. But who was there to hear her call, to save her? Her slippage in the water only ensured that she was surely to be looted on the day.
He undid his pants and he was all naked, with his back at me, I could only see her strong hips and lean buttocks, a thick line of whitened hair was running between his ass crack. He was probably rubbing his manhood as he watched my mummy helplessly trying to reach the bank and the next moment he dived into the river.
I was astonished. The sun was yet to rise, and fog was still around, I lost him out of my gaze somewhere in the river. And when I looked at mummy, she was terrified, anticipating where he might appear, and her fear was obvious.
I saw him emerge from the water just behind her and he grabbed her. The two wet bodies tussled again. His mouth dug into her shoulder to taste her skin and she cried helplessly, her hands flickered and splashed the water as he nurtured on her feminine body. Her bindi was displaced, her pallu was off her shoulder and floating on the water, and her big, shapely breasts were still captive of her wet blouse and bra. Immediately his dark, long-fingered hands moved from under her arms to take charge of her chest and she could do nothing but tighten her eyes and grunt as he crushed her mounds — her pride, with her mangalsutra hanging in between.
His squeezing was full of lust and he moaned with happiness with that pleasurable feel of her mammeries in his rough hand, even through from over the fabric. He started moving his waist under the water, making mummy move along with him, probably he had resumed rubbing his manhood on her bum.
His mind was still not content with the delight he was having with her motherly tits. He squeezed her both mammeries so powerfully that the blouse was incapable to hold it further, and some fair, swollen up flesh popped out from the collar of the blouse, with a line of black bra and an exotic bindi sized, black mole on the left breast.
I am really ashamed letting you know how I felt. It was strange. I was disturbed, I knew it was an absolute sin happening in front of me and I should try my best to stop it. But I was afraid as well as somehow intrigued by what was happening beyond me, I couldn’t take my eyes off the scene and my mind was playing more and more imaginative and dark thoughts as commentary.
The water kept dripping out of her blouse as he squeezed further, she only howled, closing her eyes tights. And looking at that rain off her wet blouse my immature mind wondered, is it only water or he is squeezing out sweet nectar out of those big and juicy appearing tits?
He pulled up her saree from behind and she understood what's on his mind. She started moving, trying her best to escape, her hands and legs again started splashing the water.
“Naah… nahi…” she cried and ran a couple of steps towards the ghat. The stone and the first step were just a couple of feet away, the water level fell till her knee and he was there just behind her. She hurried into gathering pallu floating on water and turned to run but it was late by that time.
He caught her by shoulders and turned her back swiftly, she stood steady like a statue as his face lowered and fixated on her face caught between his two palms.
Striking silence! As if nothing has happened so far. No splashing water, no hurried movements, no grunts, no cries, just silence!
The soft bell sound from the temple on the other bank of the river was the only audible thing. And with mummy’s back at me, I couldn’t see their faces or exactly what they were doing, but I could sense his mouth was in action, slanting to left, sometimes to right and sometimes straight up. Just delayed, echoing sound-cycle continued for next several minutes —
“Chyuuuuk…”
…
…
…
“Slurpppp…”
…
…
…
“Chyuuukk…”
His hands left her face, keeping his mouth mounted on her. After a squeeze at her neat hair bun, his fingers squeezed and dug into her soft shoulders, then moved down to squeeze her waist and then settled on her bums caressing and squeezing those.
And she didn’t move! Literally no movement from her, only the jhumka (special type of earrings) in her ears dangled as reaction to rambo guys' mouth work.
When he stopped and she eventually turned, I could read from her face that she won’t run now. She was tired. She had lost the battle. Her eyes overflowing with tears declared her defeat, she had surrendered to the lust of that lewd, uncivilized but overpowering predator.
He thrusted her hurriedly to the bank, catching her by shoulders and made her lie flat nearby the first step. She laid, like an obedient girl, helplessly, with her legs towards the river and I could only see her two knees and him standing in front of her.
That was the first time I saw his cock. My god! I haven’t seen such a monster till date. It was easily longer than a typical cucumber and the head was like a big onion. That ugly and sticky tool had erupted from a thick bush of curly, black-grey hair which had spread all over his abdomen. It looked ugly and terrifying at the same time.
He came to knees between her legs and shagged his cock. His mouth was still gaping looking at the beauty spread next to him. He picked up both of mummy’s legs in the air, that was the only part of her that was coming to my view and he put hands inside her saree. Her saree slipped down, revealing her moon-fair legs, prettified by soft silver anklets and mehendi.
He hand came up with her panty and he swiftly threw it beside. Now with clenched teeth, he started beating his cock between her legs. Her both legs were held by him to his shoulder. And his grunts had become animalistic.
And suddenly I heard both of their moans. One full of pleasure and one shaking with pain. He had entered my mummy, spoiled her and I could do nothing but watch and the worst part — it was still not bothering me as it should.
He kept ramming in her, showing no attention to her wailing. He was riding the tide of pleasure that had been out of his reach. And with clenched teeth he was moving his waist lightning fast. His big penis was definitely giving a hard time to my mummy.
“Huh.. huh.. Aah”, he kept moaning and fucking her as he licked and bite her ankles and toes. He has turned into the animal in charge who has claimed his female. His thrust increased and so did the noise.
And he started making hoarse sound, fucking into her like anything. He seemed to have reached an edge, after forcefully enjoying my mummy’s mature and one-used private place. The place from where I came to this world. That had become a fun tunnel for him, and he was making best use of it.
“Aaahhh Aaaah.” He moaned and jerked his body and collapsed on her. For next minute or so, I could only hear his heavy breathing my mummy’s sobbing.
Then he stood up, put on his pants and smiled mischievously, looking below — definitely at her and hurriedly walked up the steps. As he was passing by me, I could hear him mumbling to himself - “Maja maja.. Kitna bada maja.” (Fun.. fun.. my god, big fun!)
I stayed there — suddenly became worried about my mummy. But she took good five minutes to stand up, gather messed clothes and with tired steps and miserable face she stated walking my home’s path.
She was not the same lady that walked out of the house this morning. She had lost something extremely precious just now. Our family reputation was to doom if the thing becomes public. And how shameful, I couldn’t stop that happening.
He coughed as he passed beside her and stepped into the river, sat and washed her face. I was breathlessly observing the act, and mummy took a few steps away from him, with wet cloth in her hand, as she noticed him sitting very close to the stone.
He coughed, cleaned his throat and just sat there on his toes. Poor mummy was hoping he would retire soon, and seeing him sit there didn’t raise alarm into her naive mind. With her face turned to the other side, she started fluttering off the cleaned clothes to dry out those further.
The Rambo man’s face turned to her and I could see his misaligned teeth with a yellow-brownish tint through his gaped mouth as he put tobacco in his mouth. His eyes had got uglified with overwhelming primal lust. The societal reality of him being under-privileged, and the lady working next to him coming from cultured, decent family background, all faded down for him. She was just a female, an object that felt extremely alluring to his unmet desire. The owner of beautiful, soft, warm flesh he most likely hadn’t tasted since long or ever, and he was dying to have his hands on her.
Mummy’s back, although not exposing as per the norms, was too much for the aroused mind sitting behind her. The small pits forming on her creamy back, the water droplets running over her shapely calves, crossing silver anklets to reach till her mehendi-painted heels, and alluring ripples forming on her saree-covered bottoms. He stood and quickly progressed towards her, without making noise and my heart skipped!
From just a foot he eyed her body, top to bottom; his eyes freaking amazed. And his hand moved from below, brushing her soft, fleshy bum till her waist. And she jumped!
“Ahh..” she sighed with fearful eyes, turning back to him.
He didn’t shy away, nor the hungry expression on his face faded. With excitement, his shaky hands touched her at arms, rubbed around her waist and her body kept shrinking as if getting burns.
“Wha.. wha… what do you want?” she stammered, and while he was not going to answer, all three of us present there had understood he had absolutely liked the feminine figure standing next to him, and he was going to use it to quench his primal thirst which had become the utmost necessity of him for the moment. Breathing heavily, her hand reached for and straightened her mangalsutra so that he could clearly see it — that weak hope of her that he might turn back respecting matrimonial sanity and her chastity will be saved.
He pulled her close by waist and she bumped into him. She backed away the next moment, annoyed and faint with fear. He was certainly powerful. He immediately pierced his face into her neck feeling warmth and softness of the collar area as mummy’s gaping, fearful face struggled to catch breath.
His face lingered there, probably his hungry mouth busy nibbling. His greying, uneven beard scratched against her delicate skin as his hands tightened around her waist.
“What are you… doing?” she pushed him away with all force. Both were running short of breaths. She quickened her action and moved to gather laundry. He followed, touched her bums, his dirty long fingers moved on her nape and backskin visible through the blouse neck. Each of his advances flicked down by mummy’s stern hit.
I was drenched with sweat and watching the hideous act happening in front of me as if it was a movie. Wasn’t I mature enough to run for my mother’s help? Or I didn’t want to help?
Mummy literally started running up the ghat, shaking and face whitened with fear. She had a bucket in her hand with laundry pushed into it in a hurry. But he was determined! Annoyed by the rejection, he followed her and held her free hand and twisted it to turn her back.
“Leave me…” she hissed, and looked around for help, but nobody happened to be there as it was 6 AM on a winter morning. He wasn’t saying a word, but his actions were detrimental, he wanted to enjoy my mummy and was not going to let her go until she satisfied him.
He picked her by the waist, again demonstrating his strength and mummy let out a weak weep, her eyes sink in disbelief for she would never have thought in dream such a thing could happen to her. And as he rushed down several steps forcefully carrying her, the clothes from the bucket scattered across the steps.
He dropped her to her feet and impatiently started with her. His hands rubbed, pressed, squeezed her voluptuous body as his hungry, water drooling mouth tried to come to her. He tightened his arms around her, to make her his!
“Aahhh… aaah… nnnooo,” all she could utter, as she tried her best to save from his approaching face by turning face and using hands as an obstacle.
He continued untiringly, his groin area was rubbing against her stomach and he was enacting intercourse activity. He forced his face towards her despite her soft hands pushing him away and he slurped her round, soft, reddened cheek.
“Naaa..” she cried out of helplessness. His hands further tighten around her, squeezing her, claiming her. Her stomach felt his dry but powerful humps and she kept struggling to keep his face off.
He held her face, letting go of the rest of her body and went on to fully taste her beautiful face. His wide, open mouth surrounded by a messy mustache and beard craved to land on her glowing cheeks, to lock on her pink, pouty lips.
His thrust increased and so did his sighs; I started getting to hear their hisses loudly, from several feet. With a sobbing face mummy was struggling hard to save herself, and her one leg slipped off the step, and she collapsed to one step down, near the stone where she was washing laundry.
He followed, and as she was trying to stand up, he held her by the waist and started dry-humping her bottom mercilessly, his penis was looking extremely huge now, even from over the old denim pants. And my mummy, whom I had seen countless times in this decent, beautiful peacock-blue colored saree had helplessly bent before with her bottom to him.
“Noooo…”, she grunted, under fear, shame and now throbbing pain at left knee. But he didn’t stop. There was no escape now.
His arousal reached its peak. He let her go, and unhooked his pants. And mummy escaped to go stand on the washing stone in the water.
She was just shaking her head in denial. Her beautiful eyes became full of fear, ripe body started to shake. And her hand held pallu by mouth to suppress her own cry.
He took a step further, and with big eyes she backed away, forgetting she was standing on a stone within the water and she collapsed in the water, yelling out with her hands waving in the air, looking for support. But who was there to hear her call, to save her? Her slippage in the water only ensured that she was surely to be looted on the day.
He undid his pants and he was all naked, with his back at me, I could only see her strong hips and lean buttocks, a thick line of whitened hair was running between his ass crack. He was probably rubbing his manhood as he watched my mummy helplessly trying to reach the bank and the next moment he dived into the river.
I was astonished. The sun was yet to rise, and fog was still around, I lost him out of my gaze somewhere in the river. And when I looked at mummy, she was terrified, anticipating where he might appear, and her fear was obvious.
I saw him emerge from the water just behind her and he grabbed her. The two wet bodies tussled again. His mouth dug into her shoulder to taste her skin and she cried helplessly, her hands flickered and splashed the water as he nurtured on her feminine body. Her bindi was displaced, her pallu was off her shoulder and floating on the water, and her big, shapely breasts were still captive of her wet blouse and bra. Immediately his dark, long-fingered hands moved from under her arms to take charge of her chest and she could do nothing but tighten her eyes and grunt as he crushed her mounds — her pride, with her mangalsutra hanging in between.
His squeezing was full of lust and he moaned with happiness with that pleasurable feel of her mammeries in his rough hand, even through from over the fabric. He started moving his waist under the water, making mummy move along with him, probably he had resumed rubbing his manhood on her bum.
His mind was still not content with the delight he was having with her motherly tits. He squeezed her both mammeries so powerfully that the blouse was incapable to hold it further, and some fair, swollen up flesh popped out from the collar of the blouse, with a line of black bra and an exotic bindi sized, black mole on the left breast.
I am really ashamed letting you know how I felt. It was strange. I was disturbed, I knew it was an absolute sin happening in front of me and I should try my best to stop it. But I was afraid as well as somehow intrigued by what was happening beyond me, I couldn’t take my eyes off the scene and my mind was playing more and more imaginative and dark thoughts as commentary.
The water kept dripping out of her blouse as he squeezed further, she only howled, closing her eyes tights. And looking at that rain off her wet blouse my immature mind wondered, is it only water or he is squeezing out sweet nectar out of those big and juicy appearing tits?
He pulled up her saree from behind and she understood what's on his mind. She started moving, trying her best to escape, her hands and legs again started splashing the water.
“Naah… nahi…” she cried and ran a couple of steps towards the ghat. The stone and the first step were just a couple of feet away, the water level fell till her knee and he was there just behind her. She hurried into gathering pallu floating on water and turned to run but it was late by that time.
He caught her by shoulders and turned her back swiftly, she stood steady like a statue as his face lowered and fixated on her face caught between his two palms.
Striking silence! As if nothing has happened so far. No splashing water, no hurried movements, no grunts, no cries, just silence!
The soft bell sound from the temple on the other bank of the river was the only audible thing. And with mummy’s back at me, I couldn’t see their faces or exactly what they were doing, but I could sense his mouth was in action, slanting to left, sometimes to right and sometimes straight up. Just delayed, echoing sound-cycle continued for next several minutes —
“Chyuuuuk…”
…
…
…
“Slurpppp…”
…
…
…
“Chyuuukk…”
His hands left her face, keeping his mouth mounted on her. After a squeeze at her neat hair bun, his fingers squeezed and dug into her soft shoulders, then moved down to squeeze her waist and then settled on her bums caressing and squeezing those.
And she didn’t move! Literally no movement from her, only the jhumka (special type of earrings) in her ears dangled as reaction to rambo guys' mouth work.
When he stopped and she eventually turned, I could read from her face that she won’t run now. She was tired. She had lost the battle. Her eyes overflowing with tears declared her defeat, she had surrendered to the lust of that lewd, uncivilized but overpowering predator.
He thrusted her hurriedly to the bank, catching her by shoulders and made her lie flat nearby the first step. She laid, like an obedient girl, helplessly, with her legs towards the river and I could only see her two knees and him standing in front of her.
That was the first time I saw his cock. My god! I haven’t seen such a monster till date. It was easily longer than a typical cucumber and the head was like a big onion. That ugly and sticky tool had erupted from a thick bush of curly, black-grey hair which had spread all over his abdomen. It looked ugly and terrifying at the same time.
He came to knees between her legs and shagged his cock. His mouth was still gaping looking at the beauty spread next to him. He picked up both of mummy’s legs in the air, that was the only part of her that was coming to my view and he put hands inside her saree. Her saree slipped down, revealing her moon-fair legs, prettified by soft silver anklets and mehendi.
He hand came up with her panty and he swiftly threw it beside. Now with clenched teeth, he started beating his cock between her legs. Her both legs were held by him to his shoulder. And his grunts had become animalistic.
And suddenly I heard both of their moans. One full of pleasure and one shaking with pain. He had entered my mummy, spoiled her and I could do nothing but watch and the worst part — it was still not bothering me as it should.
He kept ramming in her, showing no attention to her wailing. He was riding the tide of pleasure that had been out of his reach. And with clenched teeth he was moving his waist lightning fast. His big penis was definitely giving a hard time to my mummy.
“Huh.. huh.. Aah”, he kept moaning and fucking her as he licked and bite her ankles and toes. He has turned into the animal in charge who has claimed his female. His thrust increased and so did the noise.
And he started making hoarse sound, fucking into her like anything. He seemed to have reached an edge, after forcefully enjoying my mummy’s mature and one-used private place. The place from where I came to this world. That had become a fun tunnel for him, and he was making best use of it.
“Aaahhh Aaaah.” He moaned and jerked his body and collapsed on her. For next minute or so, I could only hear his heavy breathing my mummy’s sobbing.
Then he stood up, put on his pants and smiled mischievously, looking below — definitely at her and hurriedly walked up the steps. As he was passing by me, I could hear him mumbling to himself - “Maja maja.. Kitna bada maja.” (Fun.. fun.. my god, big fun!)
I stayed there — suddenly became worried about my mummy. But she took good five minutes to stand up, gather messed clothes and with tired steps and miserable face she stated walking my home’s path.
She was not the same lady that walked out of the house this morning. She had lost something extremely precious just now. Our family reputation was to doom if the thing becomes public. And how shameful, I couldn’t stop that happening.
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