Adultery Beloved Mother

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Mother hesitated at the doorway, her fingers gripping the rusted doorframe as Rakesh stepped onto the moonlit path. The scent of his coconut oil hair lingered in the humid air, mixing with the metallic tang of my own sweat as I watched from the shadows. Just as he reached the gate, his hand shot out like a cobra striking, grabbing Mother’s wrist and yanking her forward so violently her bare feet skidded on the damp tiles.
"Your job isn’t to teach children," he growled, his other hand clamping onto her backside, fingers digging into the soft flesh beneath her thin nightgown. The fabric stretched taut over his kneading grip, the outline of his fingers visible even in the dim light. "It’s to make them." His breath hit her face in hot, beedi-scented bursts as he crushed his lips against hers without warning.
Mother’s muffled protest died against his mouth as Rakesh kissed her with a hunger that bordered on violence, his tongue forcing past her lips while his thumb pressed into the hinge of her jaw to keep them parted. I saw the exact moment her body went rigid, then limp with reluctant submission, her hands fluttering uselessly at her sides before finally settling on his chest in a feeble attempt to push him away.
He broke the kiss with a wet sound, saliva threading between their lips. "I’m waiting for you," he panted, one hand still gripping her ass while the other slid up to cup her throat, not squeezing, just reminding her he could. The gold chain around his neck glinted as he leaned closer, his whisper carrying clearly in the still night air: "Either you come fast, or I’ll visit your house again." His thumb stroked her pulse point, feeling it race. "And next time won’t be like tonight. Beware."
The threat hung between them like a blade. Mother’s throat moved as she swallowed, her eyes wide and glassy in the yellow porch light. Rakesh released her abruptly, letting her stumble back against the doorframe. Her nightgown had ridden up during the struggle, exposing a crescent of pale thigh marked with fresh bruises from earlier. He adjusted himself through his trousers with a smirk before turning away, his footsteps crunching deliberately loud on the gravel path.
The gate creaked shut behind Rakesh, the sound lingering like a bad taste. Mother stood frozen in the doorway, her fingers pressed to her swollen lips. Moonlight caught the tear tracks on her cheeks before she wiped them away with the back of her hand and turned inside. I waited in the shadows, counting the seconds until my racing pulse slowed enough to move.

When I slipped through the door, the house smelled of cumin and betrayal. Father lay propped on his cot, fingers drumming the ledger where Rakesh had "generously" recalculated our debt. His eyes bright with something between hope and hunger, followed Mother as she reheated the dal. The way his tongue darted over cracked lips when she bent to stir the pot made my stomach twist.
"We should be grateful," Father announced abruptly, breaking the silence thick enough to slice. His bony fingers plucked at the blanket covering his ruined leg. "A man like Rakesh-ji doesn't help just anyone." The unspoken hung between them what exactly Rakesh was helping himself to. Mother's ladle stilled mid-stir. A drop of yellow dal fell onto the stove with a hiss. "I'll take the job," she whispered to the bubbling pot. The words tasted bitter, I saw it in the way her throat worked after speaking.
Father's smile revealed stained teeth. He reached for her wrist, but she sidestepped to the cupboard, pretending not to notice. His hand hovered in the air before dropping onto the ledger. The numbers stared back, ink darker than the bruises beneath Mother's nightgown.
The ledger snapped shut with a sound like breaking bones. Father leaned back against his stained pillow, eyes glazing over with the morphine haze as Mother's footsteps retreated to the washroom. Water ran,too long, too hard but couldn't drown out the wet coughs racking his chest. I stared at the ceiling's monsoon stains, imagining Rakesh's thick fingers tracing their edges on Mother's skin tonight.

His "aunt's house" was a lie we all swallowed like bitter medicine. The real prescription waited in his bedroom: Mother's body spread across those sweat-stained sheets, his cock plunging between her thighs while Father slept fitfully a kilometer away. Permission changed everything. Before, there'd been shame in stolen touches. Now? Now he'd take his time.

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