Misc. Erotica ...And My Mother doesn't Remain Ours

[xfirefox]

It was a pleasant winter morning. I was returning from practice. As I had missed the practice the earlier day, the coach drained sweat out of me and did not let me retire until my legs got sore. As I reached that particular turn, I paddled fast, controlling the urge to look at that shop beside the public toilet. 

It would be better to forget the tragedy as an accident, I thought. It was not going to happen again, ever. It was the outcome of a bad time — the man was aroused; incidentally mummy fell to his eye, and was found alone at a secluded place. And brutal nature staged for the show; the desire to quench the carnal thirst pushed the man to do forbidden things with my pious mummy.

I looked at that side but, at the last moment, just like I checked when I was going to practice in the morning. He was not there and I didn’t want to see him. Better if he would leave the town somehow, to show up never ever.

As I was putting the cycle to the stand, I could smell the delicious poha aroma. Jiju and papa were having breakfast, standing at the door. Mummy was doing rituals by the tulsi structure in the verandah. 

“Mummy, poha for me as well…” I ordered as I descended to take off my shoes.

That went unlistened, mummy wouldn’t hold on the chanting during puja for anything and I called for Meenakshi di.

“Easy… Can’t you wait for 5 mins?” papa gave a stern look at me. 

“Hey Rohan. Let’s share the dish” my ever cool jiju forwarded dish to me; I tossed a spoonful of poha in my mouth, ignoring papa’s troubling gaze. 

“Here is your dish, babu…” Didi came outside. “Can you bunk your college today?”

“Seriously?” papa panicked. 

Didi bit her tongue, and jiju tightened his lips to suppress the laughter. “I mean we had plans for the day, including a visit to the temple and doing some shopping with your jiju.. So I just thought you would be happy to join us,” She pursued. 

“Sorry didi, maybe I can join you in the evening but I have to go to college. Exams are approaching” I came to rescue before the situation became tense further. 

“Give some poha to that poor fellow.” I overheard papa saying. But I was involved in the planning with jiju.  

“Not a bad idea, fine with me. We will go to the market in the evening, what do you say?” jiju suggested to didi and we kept waiting for the response as she stood dumbfounded.

I did not understand what really happened to her and her face panicked as if she had seen a ghost and she cried, “mummy…. careful”.

Before I turned back, mummy had collapsed on the ground and all of us ran to her. She was gasping like anything and I put water glass to her shaking lips. Her eyes were full of absolute terror. And when I turned to check what she panicked at, it was my turn to go mad with a hysteria attack.

The Rambo guy was standing, a few feet away from us, jaws dropped of surprise and with big eyes looking at my mummy.

“Kha… kha.. Khana,” he requested, coming back to his senses, in a low, stammering voice, and I understood that the bad dream is not over yet.   

this rambo guy is quite bold or I could guess out of mind. it seems he is not bothered by society norms or has no care how society functions. he is purely driven by his biology. As if he feels hungry he hunt's for food or if he's aroused he satiates it by watching at lewd b-grade movie posters or if the window of opportunity opens up he simply grabs it like he did it the day before at river ghat and today again he simply walked to madhurima while she was performing her morning tulsi pooja.

full erotic and out of bounds