07-05-2026, 04:13 PM
Hello, I'm Meena. The story I'm about to tell didn't happen today but 5 years ago, in 2021. At that time I was 40 years old, and it had been two years since my husband died. I have a son named Karthik; he was nineteen then.
I got married at a young age; all I knew was home, my husband, and my son. When my husband suddenly died, I was devastated. Not knowing what to do next in life, I was at a complete loss. My son, too, fell into depression after his father passed away.
He stayed in his room at home, never going anywhere. He had no one to talk to, and since I was the one struggling, he couldn't look after me. For company, he kept a small computer box in his room and would always be staring at it. He wouldn't even speak properly to me.
After my husband died, I got his job, and my life became somewhat clear. Then I decided I had to somehow fix my son. That day I came home from work in the afternoon; the food I'd set aside for him was still there, so I took it on a plate, opened his bedroom door, and was shocked.
On the computer in his room, an old Malayalam movie was playing, in which a woman lay in a bra and panties while a man hugged her. Watching it, my son was grabbing his penis and stroking it.
My head spun, the floor gave way, and the door creaked as I grabbed onto it. My son immediately turned to look at me, and I stood there, stunned, holding the tray in my hand. But he simply got up, took the tray from me, and shut the door.
I froze in shock and just stood there, listening to the sound of that porn video without stopping. I couldn't sleep at all that night. Who could I tell about this? If I told anyone, wouldn't they talk badly about my son? They'd blame me, saying I didn't raise him properly.
Then I consulted a therapist and told him about my sorrow. He clarified a few things. He said that people who are very close in a relationship or who are overly attached to someone, and who are unable to properly express their grief when that person leaves, behave in this unusual way.
He said it's common for kids to do this; some will let go on their own quickly, while others will after they've fully expressed their sadness. Since the computer was right there, I asked, “Are you looking at it because it's here? Should I take it away if you want.”
He said that if I were to rush into anything, it would make him extremely angry, and then it would be difficult to control and protect him. He told me I would have to be patient and that only I could handle him and bring about a change with patience. Hearing that from him made me even more scared.
I was worried, not knowing that my son was about to quit this habit. The next evening when I came home, I hesitated and went to his room, slowly opening the door. On the computer, another Malayalam blue film was playing—a scene of a woman bathing with a towel wrapped around her.
I closed the door and walked away, deciding that I had to be patient with him, just as the doctor had said. In the morning, before going to work, I was saying to my son, “Sweetheart, Mom's going to work. I've left food for you, so please eat. Afterward, if you need anything, just tell me, and I'll definitely get it for you... for you...”
Then my son said, “Buy me a porn CD,” and went inside. I wasn't expecting this. Is that something a son asks his mother for? The doctor had told me to avoid making him angry.
In the evening, as soon as I finished work, my heart grew heavy again. How could I buy what my son had asked for this morning? What if someone saw me? What would they think of me, and what would the shopkeeper think? But considering my son's condition, I made up my mind.
I took an auto and went to the place where CDs are sold. At the far end, a small shop was tucked away from the others, and the crowd was thin. Summoning my courage, I went in. There was only a young man inside, and when he asked, “What movie do you want, ma'am?” my tongue tied up.
I was like, “Umm, it's this…” movie,“ he said, pulling it out. ”Tell me, ma'am, is it a Tamil movie or an English one? There's a new Harry Potter movie out, we've got Jackie Chan's Karate Kid, there's a Tangled animated film for the kids—what do you want?“ I mustered up my courage and quietly said, ”That movie."
He looked surprised at first, then he understood and stared at me in amazement. I felt a tingling all over. Then he gave me a strange look, pulled a CD from underneath, and put it in a black plastic case. Since I can't come and go every day, I said, “Add three more…” Give me three more…“ I said. He looked at me in disbelief, then pulled a CD from under the counter, put it in a black plastic case, and handed it to me. I couldn't come every day, so I said, ”Give me three more…" Tears welled up in my eyes, but I didn't want to show them in front of him. I handed him the case from my bag; he took it, went inside, and shut the door. Oh God, why like this?
I felt like crying, but I didn't want to show it in front of him. I handed him the cover from my bag; he took it, went inside, and shut the door. I looked up at the sky and said, “God, why are you doing this to me?” Then I went to my room, collapsed onto the bed, and before I knew it, I fell asleep.
A week later, after he had finished watching the CD I bought him, he came to me asking for another CD. Imagine my situation. But I had no other choice; I prayed to God to help my son get out of this somehow and left.
It was the same street again, and I was torn between going to the same shop or trying somewhere else. I decided to just go there and get it over with, rather than risk embarrassing myself at a new place.
With some hesitation, I stepped into the shop, and the young man noticed me. Another boy was there buying something, and the young man said, “Hey, here, get what you need and get out of here,” and he left.
I hesitated and went to stand there, and the young man himself picked up a CD from below and asked, “How was our shop's CD, ma'am?” I stood there, flustered, unable to say anything. He placed the CD on the counter and said, “This is a Malayalam blue film, Madam. The actresses in it are really hot... just like you,” and then he put it back in his bag.
As he spoke to me so brazenly, I felt like a bug was crawling on my foot. I stayed silent, and he continued, “Ma'am, this CD is a new release, an English movie, the sex scenes are insane... and then there's this African one, that one's huge...” Lastly, this is a Japanese one, it lasts a long time…" he said, putting it in the case.
Every word he said made my body shudder. As soon as he was done, I paid him and rushed out without saying a word. For the sake of my son, I have to endure all this humiliation. God, when will he ever understand?
But he didn't understand. As soon as he finished watching those pictures, he asked me for something new again, even telling me, “Go find something even better.” I don't want to go back there again—the shopkeeper has already started talking to me as if I'm a slut.
I didn't know how to put a stop to this. Just then, I heard someone talking in the office, 'Why the hell do you have to go there and wander around? The internet is here now, and ACT is giving unlimited plans. If you go to the theater, they'll just nag you to buy this and that, driving you crazy,' he was saying, and that's when my brain kicked in.
Okay, I decided that today I'd buy from that shop one last time, and before this runs out, I have to get an internet connection set up at home.
This time, as soon as I entered his shop, he greeted me with a sly smile, “Welcome, ma'am. I was starting to think you weren't going to come… but you did.” I silently told myself, “Be patient, Meena.”
“Ma'am, here's the Malayalam film you always buy. The special thing about this one is that Aunty Reshma is fully nude for the first time. She looks absolutely stunning—you'll definitely like it,” he said, placing it on the cover.
His nerve was growing, but I couldn't even tell him to be quiet. ‘Next, ma'am... an English movie, some serious fucking. And he even flips that girl over and fucks her. Ugh, watch it and tell me,’ he said, looking at me, and put that one in too.
‘Ma'am, you're going to love this one. The guy in it has a huge dick, and you'll cum just from looking at it, I bet. And not only that, ma'am, watch how he fucks her in the mouth and shoots his cum in her mouth—it's unbelievable.’ He said that and put it in too.
I was just thinking, “When will he ever finish talking so I can leave?” He took out the last CD and held it up in front of me. “Ma'am, I've specially picked this one out for you,” he said, beckoning me closer. I didn't move; I wondered what he was planning to do.
He slowly came forward and said, “This one has a real MILF just like you—a video of some little boy getting fucked like crazy,” and as he placed it in the case and handed it to me, he added, “That MILF is your color, your height, just like you…” boobs... ass... everything the same size, ma'am," he said, handing it to me.
I was stunned. It felt so awkward, like he was talking about me so crudely to my own face. I tried to pull the cover away, but he wouldn't let go; he held on tight. When I looked at him, lust shone in his eyes. I understood the sexual hunger he had for me.
What's more, he wouldn't stop and asked, “Ma'am, will you get fucked like that aunty?” I felt hot from head to toe. I grabbed the cover and pulled, and he let go. As I fumbled in my bag for the money, he said, “No, ma'am.”
I looked at him, and he said, “You're a regular customer, and you're my special customer. Please give it next time you come, ma'am.” I'm thinking, “If I can just get away today, that's enough—what's the point of a next time?” “No, no, I'll give it right now. Here,” I said, holding out my hand.
He grabbed my hand with the money and said, “Madam, what's with giving me money and pushing me away? I don't want cash, Madam. Instead—” he pulled me, and in fear I said, “Instead…?” I asked, “I'm the one offering money, please.” He said, “You're not that type, so that's good. Then show me your ass along with your panties and go.”
I was shocked. I looked at him pitifully and pleaded, "Please, I'm not that kind of person.. I'll pay you myself, please,“ I pleaded. He said, ”You're not that kind of girl? Good. Then show me your ass along with your panties, or I'll give you porn CDs wherever I see you."
My head was spinning. First he asked for just my panties, and now he wants to see my ass too. Did I get myself into this by giving in? What should I do now? I was feeling a bit brave, thinking this was the last day of my life. Did he notice? What will I do, God? I thought frantically to myself.
I looked around the shop for anyone else besides his hand. No one was there. He said, “Mmm, hurry up and take it off, ma'am.” I slowly lifted my sari up to my knees, slipped my hand inside, pulled off my panties, and gave them to him, my hand trembling.
The guy who bought it put it to his nose and sniffed, “Aaaah, sssss, ma'am, your pussy smells amazing…” “Sssss,” he said, sniffing and licking my panties in front of me, “Sssss mm, if your panties taste this good, imagine your pussy, mmmmm,” then he said, “Mmm, show me your ass too, ma'am.”
I hesitated, "That… someone..' I said, and he understood, opened a door behind him, and there was a small room. He went inside and called me in, and I froze in fear.
He understood and said, “Don't worry, ma'am, I definitely won't fuck you. I just want you to show me your ass, that's all.” I summoned my courage and went inside; my vision blurred, but I steeled myself.
He said, “Mmm, hurry up and show me your beautiful ass,” so I turned around, lifted my sari, and showed it to him. He said, “Aaaah, ssss, ma'am, in every porn I've seen, no one has a butt like this, ma'am… Aaaah, ssss, what size is it… about a 38, right? Aaaah, ssss, nice round shape… wow,” and just then I heard a slurp-slap kind of sound.
I turned around to see him admiring my ass and stroking his cock. I immediately turned back; he was masturbating while looking at my ass. A shiver ran through my entire body, and I forgot to pull my sari down.
He used it and said, “Ahh ssss Madam ahh, this round I want to spread your ass cheeks and lick it to my heart's content ahh ssssss ahh. I want to fuck your ass right now and anoint this ass with my cum, Madam ahh ssssss ahh ssssss…” He said that and sprayed his cum, some droplets flying and landing on my ass, and when I came to my senses I quickly pulled down my sari.
Without looking back, I grabbed the CD, went outside, hailed an auto-rickshaw, and went home. The whole way, my eyes welled up with tears, but I couldn't even cry. I, who was once so dignified, am now standing in some small room, showing my ass to some stranger.
He sees it and jerks off, getting his pleasure, and I can feel his little cum on my ass. All this is for whom? For my son, but he doesn't care about any of it. He just came straight in, took the envelope, and went to his room.
I couldn't get that incident out of my head completely. Two days later, I got broadband service and told my son, “You don't need to go out for that anymore; you can watch it right here.”
I felt a little relieved that I wouldn't have to go to places like that anymore. I wouldn't have to show anything to anyone. But I knew that this peace of mind wouldn't last long.
I got married at a young age; all I knew was home, my husband, and my son. When my husband suddenly died, I was devastated. Not knowing what to do next in life, I was at a complete loss. My son, too, fell into depression after his father passed away.
He stayed in his room at home, never going anywhere. He had no one to talk to, and since I was the one struggling, he couldn't look after me. For company, he kept a small computer box in his room and would always be staring at it. He wouldn't even speak properly to me.
After my husband died, I got his job, and my life became somewhat clear. Then I decided I had to somehow fix my son. That day I came home from work in the afternoon; the food I'd set aside for him was still there, so I took it on a plate, opened his bedroom door, and was shocked.
On the computer in his room, an old Malayalam movie was playing, in which a woman lay in a bra and panties while a man hugged her. Watching it, my son was grabbing his penis and stroking it.
My head spun, the floor gave way, and the door creaked as I grabbed onto it. My son immediately turned to look at me, and I stood there, stunned, holding the tray in my hand. But he simply got up, took the tray from me, and shut the door.
I froze in shock and just stood there, listening to the sound of that porn video without stopping. I couldn't sleep at all that night. Who could I tell about this? If I told anyone, wouldn't they talk badly about my son? They'd blame me, saying I didn't raise him properly.
Then I consulted a therapist and told him about my sorrow. He clarified a few things. He said that people who are very close in a relationship or who are overly attached to someone, and who are unable to properly express their grief when that person leaves, behave in this unusual way.
He said it's common for kids to do this; some will let go on their own quickly, while others will after they've fully expressed their sadness. Since the computer was right there, I asked, “Are you looking at it because it's here? Should I take it away if you want.”
He said that if I were to rush into anything, it would make him extremely angry, and then it would be difficult to control and protect him. He told me I would have to be patient and that only I could handle him and bring about a change with patience. Hearing that from him made me even more scared.
I was worried, not knowing that my son was about to quit this habit. The next evening when I came home, I hesitated and went to his room, slowly opening the door. On the computer, another Malayalam blue film was playing—a scene of a woman bathing with a towel wrapped around her.
I closed the door and walked away, deciding that I had to be patient with him, just as the doctor had said. In the morning, before going to work, I was saying to my son, “Sweetheart, Mom's going to work. I've left food for you, so please eat. Afterward, if you need anything, just tell me, and I'll definitely get it for you... for you...”
Then my son said, “Buy me a porn CD,” and went inside. I wasn't expecting this. Is that something a son asks his mother for? The doctor had told me to avoid making him angry.
In the evening, as soon as I finished work, my heart grew heavy again. How could I buy what my son had asked for this morning? What if someone saw me? What would they think of me, and what would the shopkeeper think? But considering my son's condition, I made up my mind.
I took an auto and went to the place where CDs are sold. At the far end, a small shop was tucked away from the others, and the crowd was thin. Summoning my courage, I went in. There was only a young man inside, and when he asked, “What movie do you want, ma'am?” my tongue tied up.
I was like, “Umm, it's this…” movie,“ he said, pulling it out. ”Tell me, ma'am, is it a Tamil movie or an English one? There's a new Harry Potter movie out, we've got Jackie Chan's Karate Kid, there's a Tangled animated film for the kids—what do you want?“ I mustered up my courage and quietly said, ”That movie."
He looked surprised at first, then he understood and stared at me in amazement. I felt a tingling all over. Then he gave me a strange look, pulled a CD from underneath, and put it in a black plastic case. Since I can't come and go every day, I said, “Add three more…” Give me three more…“ I said. He looked at me in disbelief, then pulled a CD from under the counter, put it in a black plastic case, and handed it to me. I couldn't come every day, so I said, ”Give me three more…" Tears welled up in my eyes, but I didn't want to show them in front of him. I handed him the case from my bag; he took it, went inside, and shut the door. Oh God, why like this?
I felt like crying, but I didn't want to show it in front of him. I handed him the cover from my bag; he took it, went inside, and shut the door. I looked up at the sky and said, “God, why are you doing this to me?” Then I went to my room, collapsed onto the bed, and before I knew it, I fell asleep.
A week later, after he had finished watching the CD I bought him, he came to me asking for another CD. Imagine my situation. But I had no other choice; I prayed to God to help my son get out of this somehow and left.
It was the same street again, and I was torn between going to the same shop or trying somewhere else. I decided to just go there and get it over with, rather than risk embarrassing myself at a new place.
With some hesitation, I stepped into the shop, and the young man noticed me. Another boy was there buying something, and the young man said, “Hey, here, get what you need and get out of here,” and he left.
I hesitated and went to stand there, and the young man himself picked up a CD from below and asked, “How was our shop's CD, ma'am?” I stood there, flustered, unable to say anything. He placed the CD on the counter and said, “This is a Malayalam blue film, Madam. The actresses in it are really hot... just like you,” and then he put it back in his bag.
As he spoke to me so brazenly, I felt like a bug was crawling on my foot. I stayed silent, and he continued, “Ma'am, this CD is a new release, an English movie, the sex scenes are insane... and then there's this African one, that one's huge...” Lastly, this is a Japanese one, it lasts a long time…" he said, putting it in the case.
Every word he said made my body shudder. As soon as he was done, I paid him and rushed out without saying a word. For the sake of my son, I have to endure all this humiliation. God, when will he ever understand?
But he didn't understand. As soon as he finished watching those pictures, he asked me for something new again, even telling me, “Go find something even better.” I don't want to go back there again—the shopkeeper has already started talking to me as if I'm a slut.
I didn't know how to put a stop to this. Just then, I heard someone talking in the office, 'Why the hell do you have to go there and wander around? The internet is here now, and ACT is giving unlimited plans. If you go to the theater, they'll just nag you to buy this and that, driving you crazy,' he was saying, and that's when my brain kicked in.
Okay, I decided that today I'd buy from that shop one last time, and before this runs out, I have to get an internet connection set up at home.
This time, as soon as I entered his shop, he greeted me with a sly smile, “Welcome, ma'am. I was starting to think you weren't going to come… but you did.” I silently told myself, “Be patient, Meena.”
“Ma'am, here's the Malayalam film you always buy. The special thing about this one is that Aunty Reshma is fully nude for the first time. She looks absolutely stunning—you'll definitely like it,” he said, placing it on the cover.
His nerve was growing, but I couldn't even tell him to be quiet. ‘Next, ma'am... an English movie, some serious fucking. And he even flips that girl over and fucks her. Ugh, watch it and tell me,’ he said, looking at me, and put that one in too.
‘Ma'am, you're going to love this one. The guy in it has a huge dick, and you'll cum just from looking at it, I bet. And not only that, ma'am, watch how he fucks her in the mouth and shoots his cum in her mouth—it's unbelievable.’ He said that and put it in too.
I was just thinking, “When will he ever finish talking so I can leave?” He took out the last CD and held it up in front of me. “Ma'am, I've specially picked this one out for you,” he said, beckoning me closer. I didn't move; I wondered what he was planning to do.
He slowly came forward and said, “This one has a real MILF just like you—a video of some little boy getting fucked like crazy,” and as he placed it in the case and handed it to me, he added, “That MILF is your color, your height, just like you…” boobs... ass... everything the same size, ma'am," he said, handing it to me.
I was stunned. It felt so awkward, like he was talking about me so crudely to my own face. I tried to pull the cover away, but he wouldn't let go; he held on tight. When I looked at him, lust shone in his eyes. I understood the sexual hunger he had for me.
What's more, he wouldn't stop and asked, “Ma'am, will you get fucked like that aunty?” I felt hot from head to toe. I grabbed the cover and pulled, and he let go. As I fumbled in my bag for the money, he said, “No, ma'am.”
I looked at him, and he said, “You're a regular customer, and you're my special customer. Please give it next time you come, ma'am.” I'm thinking, “If I can just get away today, that's enough—what's the point of a next time?” “No, no, I'll give it right now. Here,” I said, holding out my hand.
He grabbed my hand with the money and said, “Madam, what's with giving me money and pushing me away? I don't want cash, Madam. Instead—” he pulled me, and in fear I said, “Instead…?” I asked, “I'm the one offering money, please.” He said, “You're not that type, so that's good. Then show me your ass along with your panties and go.”
I was shocked. I looked at him pitifully and pleaded, "Please, I'm not that kind of person.. I'll pay you myself, please,“ I pleaded. He said, ”You're not that kind of girl? Good. Then show me your ass along with your panties, or I'll give you porn CDs wherever I see you."
My head was spinning. First he asked for just my panties, and now he wants to see my ass too. Did I get myself into this by giving in? What should I do now? I was feeling a bit brave, thinking this was the last day of my life. Did he notice? What will I do, God? I thought frantically to myself.
I looked around the shop for anyone else besides his hand. No one was there. He said, “Mmm, hurry up and take it off, ma'am.” I slowly lifted my sari up to my knees, slipped my hand inside, pulled off my panties, and gave them to him, my hand trembling.
The guy who bought it put it to his nose and sniffed, “Aaaah, sssss, ma'am, your pussy smells amazing…” “Sssss,” he said, sniffing and licking my panties in front of me, “Sssss mm, if your panties taste this good, imagine your pussy, mmmmm,” then he said, “Mmm, show me your ass too, ma'am.”
I hesitated, "That… someone..' I said, and he understood, opened a door behind him, and there was a small room. He went inside and called me in, and I froze in fear.
He understood and said, “Don't worry, ma'am, I definitely won't fuck you. I just want you to show me your ass, that's all.” I summoned my courage and went inside; my vision blurred, but I steeled myself.
He said, “Mmm, hurry up and show me your beautiful ass,” so I turned around, lifted my sari, and showed it to him. He said, “Aaaah, ssss, ma'am, in every porn I've seen, no one has a butt like this, ma'am… Aaaah, ssss, what size is it… about a 38, right? Aaaah, ssss, nice round shape… wow,” and just then I heard a slurp-slap kind of sound.
I turned around to see him admiring my ass and stroking his cock. I immediately turned back; he was masturbating while looking at my ass. A shiver ran through my entire body, and I forgot to pull my sari down.
He used it and said, “Ahh ssss Madam ahh, this round I want to spread your ass cheeks and lick it to my heart's content ahh ssssss ahh. I want to fuck your ass right now and anoint this ass with my cum, Madam ahh ssssss ahh ssssss…” He said that and sprayed his cum, some droplets flying and landing on my ass, and when I came to my senses I quickly pulled down my sari.
Without looking back, I grabbed the CD, went outside, hailed an auto-rickshaw, and went home. The whole way, my eyes welled up with tears, but I couldn't even cry. I, who was once so dignified, am now standing in some small room, showing my ass to some stranger.
He sees it and jerks off, getting his pleasure, and I can feel his little cum on my ass. All this is for whom? For my son, but he doesn't care about any of it. He just came straight in, took the envelope, and went to his room.
I couldn't get that incident out of my head completely. Two days later, I got broadband service and told my son, “You don't need to go out for that anymore; you can watch it right here.”
I felt a little relieved that I wouldn't have to go to places like that anymore. I wouldn't have to show anything to anyone. But I knew that this peace of mind wouldn't last long.
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