12-07-2026, 10:03 PM
I was wondering when this turmoil would meet its end. The feeling was miserable – keeping count of Rambo 's visit to our house. I didn’t see my mummy in his embrace thereafter – but I no longer needed to, my heart already knew it. Golden were those 4-5 days when he used to disappear from our surroundings. But whenever he returned and wandered around our house after that gap, I was alarmed that he was on heat. I could read the same anticipation on my mummy’s troubled and helpless face.
There had been at least 6 encounters known to me. For those many I had strong reason to believe. I had got into the habit of taking note of whether mummy had changed into another saree in the evening, and if so, confirming the sexual encounter by going through her laundry in the dark bathroom in the backyard.
I must admit here, as much as I was pissed off by this tragic situation, and was mindfully planning to resolve it once and for all; there were moments I used to get sexual arousal. And while I felt shame and guilt after masturbation, during those high moments my mind would just let go of all worries and get haunted by all the explicit images and thoughts of that dirty and strong Rambo with my beautiful, pious mummy and release loads of dopamine.
Many times I had woken up with morning wood and dry throat and I had dreamed of mummy’s mating with Rambo – in different situations, in different positions. And I relieved myself convinced that I will figure out a way out of it.
And as I had already thought - Jiju was the only way out. That night's discussion between mummy and papa confirmed that.
I woke up at midnight sometime and went for the toilet in the backyard. It was a full moon hence I managed to walk there without taking a torch or making any noise. While I was entering the kitchen from the backdoor, I overheard voices coming from my parent’s bedroom.
The curiosity made me walk slowly and carefully by the walls until I reached the window. My parents used to keep the window open as it had a protective rod-frame and a curtain, which was half pulled at that night and was fluttering with the soothing breezes of summer night.
And I was startled, I had forgotten that there was a honeycomb there and I could have touched that and caused havoc. Keeping an eye on that honeycomb which was getting enlarged day by day, I concentrated on carefully listening to what my parents were saying.
“Are you out of your mind, Madhurima? Don’t you know how much compromise I had to make to get this house?”, papa was panicking, “It will be a foolish decision to sell this house from a developing prime location and look elsewhere.”
“But the area is secluded and people here are not good,” mummy’s feeble voice.
“You got to know this after all these years? You were all okay till now.”
“Please listen to me, can’t we rent it out if we don't sell and move to a place near your workplace? We will live in a rented house. It will also save your commute.” She was trying hard to convince her to leave the house and now I knew that she was not inactive. She was trying best in her capacity to escape from Rambo.
“Absolutely rubbish idea,” Papa cried, “Why would a sane minded person leave such a good, healthy town and go live in a polluted area with a lot of industrial firms?”
“I was just saying..” Mummy was still holding on to her weak defense.
“Shut up.” Papa said and there was silence for half a minute.
I had just turned to go to my room but I heard something that froze my legs. My parents were whispering and I couldn’t stop myself from slowly peeking through the window corner.
Papa had held mummy’s shoulder and was asking her for sex.
What startled me was that mummy was in a night gown. I didn’t know she owned one. She probably wore it only in the bedroom while sleeping. Back then in the late 90’s it was not very common for middle-class house women to stay in their choice of clothes all day.
“It’s been 2 months,” He said, “The work tension has ruined it all. Feeling very relieved and excited today after this long time.”
Mummy replied something which I couldn’t make out.
“So what, I too want to wake up at 5. Let's wrap it up quickly,” saying that he got out of bed and undressed himself to full nudity. Mummy then moved to the center of the bed, with her hand on her eyes she was breathing heavily and her heavy chest was moving up and down in that moonlight.
I was seeing this from no farther than 3-4 feets as their heads were towards the window only. And I was excited to see my parent’s lovemaking for the first time. I was eager to experience how people in a pious, respectful relationship like marriage do sex unlike the primal ravishing that had been exhibited by Rambo.
He got on the bed, between her legs. His one hand was shagging his semi erect penis. “Oh Madhurima…” he moaned as his free hand caressed mummy’s body over the gown and she sighed.
“Come close na,” she said in a lovely tone but papa ignored. He was all focused on getting a full erection.
He just parted her legs and raised gown till her pubic area was open. I was not able to see anything apart from her plump and smooth thighs and healthy bush at her pubic. Papa started rubbing his penis on her pubic area while still holding its base and shagging in between.
The next two minutes he changed angles, tried different things, but it seemed he was not able to penetrate her. He let out a sigh of frustration, still railing himself on his knees between mummy’s legs.
My mummy sat up, stretched her hand and caressed his folder. “Easy.. don’t hurry.”
“Would you please lay down, Madhurima.. Let me do it my way, or I will lose erection.” When he said this, he was not even half erect as he was earlier. His panic was having a bad effect.
Mummy laid back obediently, but before that, she undone the bun and tossed her hair free (maybe to entice my dad, I am not sure). So as she laid, her long hair traces spread over the pillow. That simple act accentuated her femininity.
“Wow… you are so beautiful Madhurima.” Papa said as he sped up shagging and with free hand he pressed her left breast.
That made mummy sigh as “ummm” and it twitched my member in the pants.
Quickly he got overexcited.. And started pushing his penis inside her, both his hands employed at the acts. Mummy also was helping by positioning herself appropriately and instructing him.
“Not there… little below… no.. no.. little way up.. Han there only.”
But to my utter surprise and pity, he didn’t penetrate her successfully even once. In fact, he didn’t get enough erection. And tired of himself, he lowered his neck and said, “ I won’t be able to do it today.” and angrily get out of bed.
Mummy sat up again, adjusted her gown properly and pinned her freed hair again in the bun waiting for my papa. He came and sat at the edge of the bed, facing away from her.
Mummy lovingly moved to him and embraced him from back.. Putting her head on his shoulder she said with utmost love and sincerity, “Don’t worry. I don’t want all this. Your love is all I want.”
“I don’t believe this is happening to me,” He jerked his shoulder in wrath and pushed mummy away.
“Don’t worry about it Ji, I really meant when I said this is not needed. But if you are so concerned why don’t you consult a doctor?” Mummy suggested in a fearful voice.
“Keep your mouth shut. I am not impotent, you idiot. I have had two kids with you. It’s just work pressure and it will get cured on its own.”
Nobody spoke for a minute or so.
“You sleep now. We will try someday later.” papa said with an authoritative voice. Both of them slept at either edge of the bed, facing away from each other.
I kept thinking about the pitiful situation mummy was facing while I walked to bed. Exploitation from a retarded person on one side, and the unsympathetic and toxic husband on the other side. The incident only firmed my will to rescue my mummy from this mess.
There had been at least 6 encounters known to me. For those many I had strong reason to believe. I had got into the habit of taking note of whether mummy had changed into another saree in the evening, and if so, confirming the sexual encounter by going through her laundry in the dark bathroom in the backyard.
I must admit here, as much as I was pissed off by this tragic situation, and was mindfully planning to resolve it once and for all; there were moments I used to get sexual arousal. And while I felt shame and guilt after masturbation, during those high moments my mind would just let go of all worries and get haunted by all the explicit images and thoughts of that dirty and strong Rambo with my beautiful, pious mummy and release loads of dopamine.
Many times I had woken up with morning wood and dry throat and I had dreamed of mummy’s mating with Rambo – in different situations, in different positions. And I relieved myself convinced that I will figure out a way out of it.
And as I had already thought - Jiju was the only way out. That night's discussion between mummy and papa confirmed that.
I woke up at midnight sometime and went for the toilet in the backyard. It was a full moon hence I managed to walk there without taking a torch or making any noise. While I was entering the kitchen from the backdoor, I overheard voices coming from my parent’s bedroom.
The curiosity made me walk slowly and carefully by the walls until I reached the window. My parents used to keep the window open as it had a protective rod-frame and a curtain, which was half pulled at that night and was fluttering with the soothing breezes of summer night.
And I was startled, I had forgotten that there was a honeycomb there and I could have touched that and caused havoc. Keeping an eye on that honeycomb which was getting enlarged day by day, I concentrated on carefully listening to what my parents were saying.
“Are you out of your mind, Madhurima? Don’t you know how much compromise I had to make to get this house?”, papa was panicking, “It will be a foolish decision to sell this house from a developing prime location and look elsewhere.”
“But the area is secluded and people here are not good,” mummy’s feeble voice.
“You got to know this after all these years? You were all okay till now.”
“Please listen to me, can’t we rent it out if we don't sell and move to a place near your workplace? We will live in a rented house. It will also save your commute.” She was trying hard to convince her to leave the house and now I knew that she was not inactive. She was trying best in her capacity to escape from Rambo.
“Absolutely rubbish idea,” Papa cried, “Why would a sane minded person leave such a good, healthy town and go live in a polluted area with a lot of industrial firms?”
“I was just saying..” Mummy was still holding on to her weak defense.
“Shut up.” Papa said and there was silence for half a minute.
I had just turned to go to my room but I heard something that froze my legs. My parents were whispering and I couldn’t stop myself from slowly peeking through the window corner.
Papa had held mummy’s shoulder and was asking her for sex.
What startled me was that mummy was in a night gown. I didn’t know she owned one. She probably wore it only in the bedroom while sleeping. Back then in the late 90’s it was not very common for middle-class house women to stay in their choice of clothes all day.
“It’s been 2 months,” He said, “The work tension has ruined it all. Feeling very relieved and excited today after this long time.”
Mummy replied something which I couldn’t make out.
“So what, I too want to wake up at 5. Let's wrap it up quickly,” saying that he got out of bed and undressed himself to full nudity. Mummy then moved to the center of the bed, with her hand on her eyes she was breathing heavily and her heavy chest was moving up and down in that moonlight.
I was seeing this from no farther than 3-4 feets as their heads were towards the window only. And I was excited to see my parent’s lovemaking for the first time. I was eager to experience how people in a pious, respectful relationship like marriage do sex unlike the primal ravishing that had been exhibited by Rambo.
He got on the bed, between her legs. His one hand was shagging his semi erect penis. “Oh Madhurima…” he moaned as his free hand caressed mummy’s body over the gown and she sighed.
“Come close na,” she said in a lovely tone but papa ignored. He was all focused on getting a full erection.
He just parted her legs and raised gown till her pubic area was open. I was not able to see anything apart from her plump and smooth thighs and healthy bush at her pubic. Papa started rubbing his penis on her pubic area while still holding its base and shagging in between.
The next two minutes he changed angles, tried different things, but it seemed he was not able to penetrate her. He let out a sigh of frustration, still railing himself on his knees between mummy’s legs.
My mummy sat up, stretched her hand and caressed his folder. “Easy.. don’t hurry.”
“Would you please lay down, Madhurima.. Let me do it my way, or I will lose erection.” When he said this, he was not even half erect as he was earlier. His panic was having a bad effect.
Mummy laid back obediently, but before that, she undone the bun and tossed her hair free (maybe to entice my dad, I am not sure). So as she laid, her long hair traces spread over the pillow. That simple act accentuated her femininity.
“Wow… you are so beautiful Madhurima.” Papa said as he sped up shagging and with free hand he pressed her left breast.
That made mummy sigh as “ummm” and it twitched my member in the pants.
Quickly he got overexcited.. And started pushing his penis inside her, both his hands employed at the acts. Mummy also was helping by positioning herself appropriately and instructing him.
“Not there… little below… no.. no.. little way up.. Han there only.”
But to my utter surprise and pity, he didn’t penetrate her successfully even once. In fact, he didn’t get enough erection. And tired of himself, he lowered his neck and said, “ I won’t be able to do it today.” and angrily get out of bed.
Mummy sat up again, adjusted her gown properly and pinned her freed hair again in the bun waiting for my papa. He came and sat at the edge of the bed, facing away from her.
Mummy lovingly moved to him and embraced him from back.. Putting her head on his shoulder she said with utmost love and sincerity, “Don’t worry. I don’t want all this. Your love is all I want.”
“I don’t believe this is happening to me,” He jerked his shoulder in wrath and pushed mummy away.
“Don’t worry about it Ji, I really meant when I said this is not needed. But if you are so concerned why don’t you consult a doctor?” Mummy suggested in a fearful voice.
“Keep your mouth shut. I am not impotent, you idiot. I have had two kids with you. It’s just work pressure and it will get cured on its own.”
Nobody spoke for a minute or so.
“You sleep now. We will try someday later.” papa said with an authoritative voice. Both of them slept at either edge of the bed, facing away from each other.
I kept thinking about the pitiful situation mummy was facing while I walked to bed. Exploitation from a retarded person on one side, and the unsympathetic and toxic husband on the other side. The incident only firmed my will to rescue my mummy from this mess.
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