07-04-2026, 01:12 PM
Chapter 2
It was a warm summer day about 2 weeks after the party. Dad was out on one of his tours to the Arizona office.
It was the holidays and mom was also at home.
I was watching baseball on TV when the phone rang.
"Hello? Who is this?"
"Siddharth? It's me Allan"
"Oh, Allan, how are you?"
"You did not go to college?"
"No Allan, you know the summer holidays are on, that's why"
"Oh I see, ok. Siddharth, there are some documents that I need to pick up from your house. I spoke to Sridhar this morning. Since he is not home, I have to come and collect myself."
"Shall I bring it to office, Allan." I offered my help.
"Oh..don't bother. I was meaning to say hi to you and Amrutha too. Been a long time. When can I come and pick it up from your house?"
"Sure Allan why not? I would be at home all day."
"Ok , I will be there around noon"
"Ok Allan..see you"
"bye"
"bye"
It was a while since I had last seen him at the party and was looking forward to meeting him.
Dad had a study upstairs where he kept his files, books, computer etc and occasionally worked from there while not in office.
The calling bell rang around 3 pm while I was watching a comedy show on the TV. I opened the door in anticipation and there he was.
"Hello....Siddharth" he said in his booming voice.
"Hello Allan"
"So, how are you guys. It's been a while..huh?"
Just then, mom came out of the kitchen.
"Hey, Allan..how are you?" She asked in her Indian accent.
"Fantastic." he replied.
"What would you have?" mom asked.
"Coffee will be good. Thanks Amrutha." he replied.
We both made ourselves comfortable on the sofa and engaged in small talk. Mom went to the kitchen.
After a while mom brought Coffee and some biscuits and placed it in front of him and took a seat on the chair next to the TV.
Allan turned his attention to mom and started talking to her. After the party I got curious about his intentions, so I was especially attentive to their conversation. But it was a banal everyday conversation that did not pique my interest. Difference between life in India and Canada, how was she settling down etc stuff like that. So I turned my attention to the TV.
I was engrossed in the show and paid little attention to what they were talking. They were after all grown ups and they had their own things to talk about.
Occasionally mom would burst into laughter and I would also join in involuntarily not knowing what it was about. But Allan had that sort of personality. He could make people laugh with his talk.
It was almost an hour that the conversation went on and mom suddenly stood up and said "gosh..I have to go to the market and buy groceries for the week. I completely forgot"
"Oh..is it..I am so sorry for making you forget...was I so charming?" Allan said with a wink.
Mom blushed. "No no. It was my fault. I am getting absent minded nowadays, may be getting old" Mom put on a sad face.
"Old? you must be joking. You don't even look like you have an adult son." Allan continued pressing on with his charm.
Mom's face had turned beet red and I could see that she was quietly pleased with the compliments.
"Well when the heart is young, then what else do you need, right? Siddharth?" he turned to me.
I was hearing this back and forth conversation and was a bit amused. I mean two individuals in their thirties were flirting with each other and I was a bit confused.
After what happened at the party, mom had come out of her shell, especially in front of Allan whom she had a good time with. So she was not really nervous and quietly enjoying this play.
Not sure what to say, mom smiled and walked towards the bedroom upstairs to change.
From the corner of my eye, I could see Allan watched her walk and his eyes seemed to be fixed on her undulating buttocks as she slowly disappeared into her bedroom.
"ok..Siddharth I will take a leave"
"But Allan, the documents..." I asked
"Ahhh..forgot..truly I forgot the purpose for which I came" Allan said in mock exasperation. "Do you know where they are?"
"Probably would be in dad's study upstairs" I replied.
Just then mom reappeared and I could see that she had changed into a saree. She was wearing a mauve one that went well with her dusky complexion. Her face was all radiant as she had freshened herself up and put on some light make up. That was kind of unusual for mom given that she was just going to the local supermarket. She never wore saree to run errands and usually wore western outfits outdoors. In Canada, ethnic Indian wear were reserved for special occasions only. But what the hell, she looked good.
She walked towards us demurely making every effort to cover her midriff with the saree mundhaanai, all prim and proper. Allan was grinning like a Cheshire cat.
"So so...madam Amrutha is going to set the town on fire..hmmm" Allan knew how to flirt.
Mom giggled. Putting on a face she acted coy but still smiling. She stole a glance at me. I was also smiling. Kind of proud of her personality.
"Ok..I am leaving for the market....Siddharth make sure that the doors are locked when Allan leaves."
"yes mom" I replied.
"Bye Amrutha" Allan said.
"Bye" mom replied and stepped out of the house.
Now we had a 3 bedroom townhouse and apart from my room and master bedroom upstairs, the third bedroom was a guest room on the first floor. Dad's study was also upstairs next to the master bedroom. That was where dad sat when he brought work home. And there were kitchen and living room as well on the first floor. We had a decent sized backyard behind the kitchen.
"Well it's here..let me take you to the room" I trailed off when suddenly the phone rang.
"It's ok. You take the call. I can find it myself" Allan said.
"Allan, it's upstairs next to the master bedroom" I pointed in the direction upstairs and picked up the phone from the side table.
"Ok Siddharth..thanks"
Allan got up and went upstairs and disappeared around the corner. I picked up the call. It was Dave, a friend from college.
After about 15 minutes I hung up. Dave was planning for a camping trip and told me the detail on the phone. I got excited about the plan and quickly got up from the sofa and made my way to the study to make sure that Allan had got what he wanted.
I entered the room but Allan was not in there. I gently pushed open the bathroom door next to the study but it was also empty.
Puzzled, I came out of the room and was about to make my way back to the living room downstairs when I saw that the master bedroom door was slightly open. This was my parent's bedroom and normally the door is kept shut whenever either mom or dad are not in the house.
Nervously I tip-toed towards the bedroom and was horrified to hear a sound coming from the room. It was the sound of a man panting and moaning at the same time.
I gently pushed the door open to get a better view and what I saw shocked me to no end.
Allan was standing at the foot of the bed with his back towards the door. His pants and underwear were down at his ankles and I could see his hips were bucking forward and backward. I could see that his face was covered with some kind of cloth.
Summoning my wits I pushed the door open a little more and saw that the cloth on his face was nothing but my mom's panties. He was sniffing them, for god's sake. And what did we have down on his dick? It was another pair of my mom's panties that was wrapped around his massive erect dick. The laundry basket was right next to him.
My throat went dry and I felt that I would collapse there.
"ahhh ugghhhhhh....ahhhhhhh" he was making noises from his throat as his white swollen dick with pinkish cockhead was rubbed against the silky material of my mom's panties.
Suddenly I had this urge to pee and I ran away from there and shut myself in the bathroom. As I unzipped my jeans to pee, I noticed that my dick was erect. Strangely the scene had turned me on!!!!!
Oh my god...a stranger sniffing my mom's soiled panties and jacking off in them had turned me on!!! God..what do I do? I felt ill and hurriedly took a leak making sure that I did not splash any of my urine on the floor.
After pissing I went down to the hall and sat in front of the TV, staring at it while I played out the scenes in my mind. I did not care what was on the TV, that was the least of my concerns.
What I saw was like a nightmare or was it a dream...? I was confused.
I didn't know how many minutes had passed but my trance was broken with the sound of flushing coming from the bathroom upstairs and footsteps rapidly approaching.
Putting on a brave face, I turned towards the sound and saw Allan coming down the stairs with a clutch of papers in his hand.
"Did you get what you need." I asked, croaked rather.
"yes...everything" he smiled at me.
"Nice meeting you Siddharth....it was a pleasure" he smiled and shook my hand.
"Ok Allan...see you" I said trying to avert eye contact with him.
"Bye" he said and opened the door and walked out.
My mind was spinning, and I did not know what to make of everything that had happened and what I was witness to.
I locked the front door and ran to the master bedroom. The door was closed as was the case usually. I opened the door and stood at the place where just minutes back Allan had stood.
I surveyed the whole area and my eyes fell on the laundry hamper near the foot of the bed. Oh god had Allan shot his seed into my mom's panties? What would happen if mom knows about it? I meant would she suspect me?
Hurriedly I dug into the hamper and pulled out 4 soiled panties that my mom had worn that week. I inspected the crotch of each of the panties and found that apart from my mom's juices and urine stains, the area was actually dry. There were one or two odd pubic hairs stuck to some of them.
Relieved, I put the panties back into the hamper and went to the bathroom where Allan had just taken a leak. A pungent smell hovered around in the bathroom. Something like the smell of cum. I opened the waste basket next to the toilet seat and found a crumpled ball of paper in it.
So that was what happened. Allan had shot his semen into toilet paper and not into my mother's panties.
God...I was so relieved and strangely thanked him for doing me a favour. Suddenly a weird thought occurred to me. I fantasised Allan's white cock fucking mom's brown pussy and unloading his cum there. Immediately I jerked off playing that in my mind.
The excitement had made me so weak that I dragged myself to my bedroom and collapsed on the bed. It was a while before I got up.
It was a warm summer day about 2 weeks after the party. Dad was out on one of his tours to the Arizona office.
It was the holidays and mom was also at home.
I was watching baseball on TV when the phone rang.
"Hello? Who is this?"
"Siddharth? It's me Allan"
"Oh, Allan, how are you?"
"You did not go to college?"
"No Allan, you know the summer holidays are on, that's why"
"Oh I see, ok. Siddharth, there are some documents that I need to pick up from your house. I spoke to Sridhar this morning. Since he is not home, I have to come and collect myself."
"Shall I bring it to office, Allan." I offered my help.
"Oh..don't bother. I was meaning to say hi to you and Amrutha too. Been a long time. When can I come and pick it up from your house?"
"Sure Allan why not? I would be at home all day."
"Ok , I will be there around noon"
"Ok Allan..see you"
"bye"
"bye"
It was a while since I had last seen him at the party and was looking forward to meeting him.
Dad had a study upstairs where he kept his files, books, computer etc and occasionally worked from there while not in office.
The calling bell rang around 3 pm while I was watching a comedy show on the TV. I opened the door in anticipation and there he was.
"Hello....Siddharth" he said in his booming voice.
"Hello Allan"
"So, how are you guys. It's been a while..huh?"
Just then, mom came out of the kitchen.
"Hey, Allan..how are you?" She asked in her Indian accent.
"Fantastic." he replied.
"What would you have?" mom asked.
"Coffee will be good. Thanks Amrutha." he replied.
We both made ourselves comfortable on the sofa and engaged in small talk. Mom went to the kitchen.
After a while mom brought Coffee and some biscuits and placed it in front of him and took a seat on the chair next to the TV.
Allan turned his attention to mom and started talking to her. After the party I got curious about his intentions, so I was especially attentive to their conversation. But it was a banal everyday conversation that did not pique my interest. Difference between life in India and Canada, how was she settling down etc stuff like that. So I turned my attention to the TV.
I was engrossed in the show and paid little attention to what they were talking. They were after all grown ups and they had their own things to talk about.
Occasionally mom would burst into laughter and I would also join in involuntarily not knowing what it was about. But Allan had that sort of personality. He could make people laugh with his talk.
It was almost an hour that the conversation went on and mom suddenly stood up and said "gosh..I have to go to the market and buy groceries for the week. I completely forgot"
"Oh..is it..I am so sorry for making you forget...was I so charming?" Allan said with a wink.
Mom blushed. "No no. It was my fault. I am getting absent minded nowadays, may be getting old" Mom put on a sad face.
"Old? you must be joking. You don't even look like you have an adult son." Allan continued pressing on with his charm.
Mom's face had turned beet red and I could see that she was quietly pleased with the compliments.
"Well when the heart is young, then what else do you need, right? Siddharth?" he turned to me.
I was hearing this back and forth conversation and was a bit amused. I mean two individuals in their thirties were flirting with each other and I was a bit confused.
After what happened at the party, mom had come out of her shell, especially in front of Allan whom she had a good time with. So she was not really nervous and quietly enjoying this play.
Not sure what to say, mom smiled and walked towards the bedroom upstairs to change.
From the corner of my eye, I could see Allan watched her walk and his eyes seemed to be fixed on her undulating buttocks as she slowly disappeared into her bedroom.
"ok..Siddharth I will take a leave"
"But Allan, the documents..." I asked
"Ahhh..forgot..truly I forgot the purpose for which I came" Allan said in mock exasperation. "Do you know where they are?"
"Probably would be in dad's study upstairs" I replied.
Just then mom reappeared and I could see that she had changed into a saree. She was wearing a mauve one that went well with her dusky complexion. Her face was all radiant as she had freshened herself up and put on some light make up. That was kind of unusual for mom given that she was just going to the local supermarket. She never wore saree to run errands and usually wore western outfits outdoors. In Canada, ethnic Indian wear were reserved for special occasions only. But what the hell, she looked good.
She walked towards us demurely making every effort to cover her midriff with the saree mundhaanai, all prim and proper. Allan was grinning like a Cheshire cat.
"So so...madam Amrutha is going to set the town on fire..hmmm" Allan knew how to flirt.
Mom giggled. Putting on a face she acted coy but still smiling. She stole a glance at me. I was also smiling. Kind of proud of her personality.
"Ok..I am leaving for the market....Siddharth make sure that the doors are locked when Allan leaves."
"yes mom" I replied.
"Bye Amrutha" Allan said.
"Bye" mom replied and stepped out of the house.
Now we had a 3 bedroom townhouse and apart from my room and master bedroom upstairs, the third bedroom was a guest room on the first floor. Dad's study was also upstairs next to the master bedroom. That was where dad sat when he brought work home. And there were kitchen and living room as well on the first floor. We had a decent sized backyard behind the kitchen.
"Well it's here..let me take you to the room" I trailed off when suddenly the phone rang.
"It's ok. You take the call. I can find it myself" Allan said.
"Allan, it's upstairs next to the master bedroom" I pointed in the direction upstairs and picked up the phone from the side table.
"Ok Siddharth..thanks"
Allan got up and went upstairs and disappeared around the corner. I picked up the call. It was Dave, a friend from college.
After about 15 minutes I hung up. Dave was planning for a camping trip and told me the detail on the phone. I got excited about the plan and quickly got up from the sofa and made my way to the study to make sure that Allan had got what he wanted.
I entered the room but Allan was not in there. I gently pushed open the bathroom door next to the study but it was also empty.
Puzzled, I came out of the room and was about to make my way back to the living room downstairs when I saw that the master bedroom door was slightly open. This was my parent's bedroom and normally the door is kept shut whenever either mom or dad are not in the house.
Nervously I tip-toed towards the bedroom and was horrified to hear a sound coming from the room. It was the sound of a man panting and moaning at the same time.
I gently pushed the door open to get a better view and what I saw shocked me to no end.
Allan was standing at the foot of the bed with his back towards the door. His pants and underwear were down at his ankles and I could see his hips were bucking forward and backward. I could see that his face was covered with some kind of cloth.
Summoning my wits I pushed the door open a little more and saw that the cloth on his face was nothing but my mom's panties. He was sniffing them, for god's sake. And what did we have down on his dick? It was another pair of my mom's panties that was wrapped around his massive erect dick. The laundry basket was right next to him.
My throat went dry and I felt that I would collapse there.
"ahhh ugghhhhhh....ahhhhhhh" he was making noises from his throat as his white swollen dick with pinkish cockhead was rubbed against the silky material of my mom's panties.
Suddenly I had this urge to pee and I ran away from there and shut myself in the bathroom. As I unzipped my jeans to pee, I noticed that my dick was erect. Strangely the scene had turned me on!!!!!
Oh my god...a stranger sniffing my mom's soiled panties and jacking off in them had turned me on!!! God..what do I do? I felt ill and hurriedly took a leak making sure that I did not splash any of my urine on the floor.
After pissing I went down to the hall and sat in front of the TV, staring at it while I played out the scenes in my mind. I did not care what was on the TV, that was the least of my concerns.
What I saw was like a nightmare or was it a dream...? I was confused.
I didn't know how many minutes had passed but my trance was broken with the sound of flushing coming from the bathroom upstairs and footsteps rapidly approaching.
Putting on a brave face, I turned towards the sound and saw Allan coming down the stairs with a clutch of papers in his hand.
"Did you get what you need." I asked, croaked rather.
"yes...everything" he smiled at me.
"Nice meeting you Siddharth....it was a pleasure" he smiled and shook my hand.
"Ok Allan...see you" I said trying to avert eye contact with him.
"Bye" he said and opened the door and walked out.
My mind was spinning, and I did not know what to make of everything that had happened and what I was witness to.
I locked the front door and ran to the master bedroom. The door was closed as was the case usually. I opened the door and stood at the place where just minutes back Allan had stood.
I surveyed the whole area and my eyes fell on the laundry hamper near the foot of the bed. Oh god had Allan shot his seed into my mom's panties? What would happen if mom knows about it? I meant would she suspect me?
Hurriedly I dug into the hamper and pulled out 4 soiled panties that my mom had worn that week. I inspected the crotch of each of the panties and found that apart from my mom's juices and urine stains, the area was actually dry. There were one or two odd pubic hairs stuck to some of them.
Relieved, I put the panties back into the hamper and went to the bathroom where Allan had just taken a leak. A pungent smell hovered around in the bathroom. Something like the smell of cum. I opened the waste basket next to the toilet seat and found a crumpled ball of paper in it.
So that was what happened. Allan had shot his semen into toilet paper and not into my mother's panties.
God...I was so relieved and strangely thanked him for doing me a favour. Suddenly a weird thought occurred to me. I fantasised Allan's white cock fucking mom's brown pussy and unloading his cum there. Immediately I jerked off playing that in my mind.
The excitement had made me so weak that I dragged myself to my bedroom and collapsed on the bed. It was a while before I got up.
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