Misc. Erotica ...And My Mother doesn't Remain Ours (completed)

[garamrohan]

I wasn’t expecting the relief that soon.


Well, I knew that once Jiju came over to our place, I could get Rambo 's ass whipped by him, but there were still a good 15 days until Di's exam commenced. While I had made up my mind to wait for two more weeks, unexpectedly Di called and insisted mummy and papa go visit her home. 

Mummy readily accepted the invitation and well, this was indeed a relief for me cause now Rambo was not able to reach her from that very moment. While dad had managed to get leave for 3 days only, mummy was to stay there for all 15 days and came back along with Di and Jiju. 

I have been told to eat at a mess, and despite this inconvenience I was happy to have privacy for good 15 days. Although, I was not in position to afford wasting it all enjoying, as my board exams were approaching, too. 

So my  routine for the next 15 days was – wake up late, get ready leisurely and have breakfast in any random hotel at the market by 10 AM. Then return back and study till 1 PM. Then go to the mess and eat lunch. Thereafter, I typically used to roam and meet my friends, or come home and take a good nap til 4 PM. With a fresh mind, then I used to study for a couple of hours to leave home by 6-7 PM to wander and eat dinner only to get home for sleeping by 9 PM.

I was in touch with Aditya, my friend and competitor. We used to meet daily, either in the afternoon or in the evening and discuss about study and exams. A few of my classmates who were there with me in the cricket club used to also join us. 

I remember one morning when I opened the front door, Rambo was standing in the verandah with a face full of hope. I was startled for a minute, but then gathered courage and told him to get out. He went, taking a peek at our house in between. I couldn’t stop counting my fingers. It’s been close to a week since he had it with mummy last time.  

“No luck this time, you bastard!” I mumbled and got ready to go for breakfast.

Unexpectedly, I met all my classmates there, who were planning to see a movie on VCR. I was surprised that Aditya too, was coming to one of our friends’ house to see the movie. So I didn’t refrain and agreed to join them. I wanted to get done with the day’s study but. So I quickly finished the breakfast and returned home.

Something didn’t feel right, and when I opened the lock of the front door I felt somebody slip away from the backdoor. I got taken by sudden fright, but with that as well I managed to run towards the backyard. As I reached the backdoor of our kitchen, I saw Rambo jumping off the compound wall and disappearing on the backstreet. 

I collapsed to the threshold holding the door for support. The realization of Rambo breaking into our locked house had shaken me. Although, I shouldn’t have forgotten that mummy was going through such shocks regularly.

I went inside and looked after the mess that he had created. He had opened the fridge and half eaten apples were lying there. Fruits were all missing. I signed and walked towards my parents bedroom. 

Man… 

He had opened my mummy’s closet and all her sarees, blouses and other stuff were scattered in the room. My god.. What was really on his mind? This level of obsession that not finding mummy made him run through her clothes? I was strangely surprised, not sure what all her stuff he had carried out with him along with fruits in the fridge. And I was left with the duty to arrange the stuff properly. 

I got pisssed off and went to the backyard to check his traces. I walked till the compound wall, jumped to check the other side to find the road completely empty. As I turned back, I saw his dirty sack put at the corner of the door. 

My heart pounded, as I had previously seen him stuffing my mummy’s bra along with fruits inside that bag. And now it was evident that he has invaded both her closet as well as fridge. With a shaking hand I picked up the sack, turned back and confirmed no one was around and entered the kitchen with that sack.

I watched the sack for a good minute with confusion whether I should look at it or not.

Then hesitantly, I opened it and a stale odour, stench reached my nose. I dropped the bag out of disgust. But my eye had caught a glimpse of something that made me still approach it. With my nostrils closed with one hand and taking a stick I started taking the clothes out of that.

My head was spinning. He had stuffed almost 5-6 pairs of bras and panties into that dirty bag. Of course all those were my mummy’s belongings. I could also see the bra that he had carried with him on his first visit to our house. That bra has been stained, its cups have got holes and were smelling musky. I couldn’t even imagine the weird things he might be doing with her undergarments. I pushed everything back in the bag. Even the fresh undies he has just stolen needed serious washing if I want to keep it back in mummy's closet. I avoided that. 

I dumped the bag in its original place outside the door and ran to the bathroom. I was going to vomit, and then – shag like hell.

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It took me 1:30 PM to reach my classmate’s home where the movie was arranged. As expected, everyone scolded me for being late, well not everyone – Aditya was sitting comfortably on the sofa and smiled at me. I sat beside him and we started watching the movie. 

As the parents of our host were out of town, we were at luxury to speak and act out more openly. And as I was suspecting in the morning, one of the friends took out the tape he had secretly borrowed there. 

“What is it?” the boys enquired excitedly.

“What else?” the boy carrying the cassette enacted fucking with his hand gesture and everyone chirpped.

“Wait.. wait.” This was not our plan,” Aditya tried to intervene.

But who was to listen to him? Within a minute the movie was stopped and this new cassette was inserted. I must say I was becoming addicted to the sexual stuff. After shagging and cumming vigorously just less than an hour ago, I was feeling my cock hardened and was wishing badly to see the sex recording. 

“Fuckkk… maalll … Chod de…”

“Pound that bitch…” boys had become horny and were crying out filthy statements.

The clip was Indian and if anyone has seen VCR days, was nowhere clear by today’s standard. But that was no less than treasure for us with limited resources that time. A fair, middle aged lady was literally getting ravished by a dark and ugly man of similar age. I was aroused because the scene was hot, but also for how much it resembled Rambo mounting on my mummy. Indeed in the clip as well, the lady didn’t look to have full consensus about the scene, but rather looked to be doing this for money or some other reasons.

While I was so intrigued, I noticed Aditya stood up and walked out of the room, just muttering, “Disgusting.”

It was hell difficult for me to detach myself from the kinky movie, but my soul said that catching Aditya was more important. He was truly my friend, someone whose indirect advice had kept my mind sane throughout the Rambo incidents.

“What happened?” I held his shoulder and stopped him and I felt him shivering. His whole body was shaking and I could see pain gathering into his watery eyes. 

“You okay?”

“I just can't fathom a woman's sexual degradation; treating her as an object of lust. Didn’t you see the movie, the lady wasn’t happy at all. How come someone enjoys seeing this.”, he said with tight fists. 

“Does anybody even understand what that lady might be going through? What does her closed one have to face in the future due to this? Does one have to go through it to understand this? Common guys, where is your conscience?” 

His panic was indisputable and I felt very ashamed for that even though it had happened to my own birth-giving mother – my dear mummy, I was enjoying the clip. 

I am sorry – was what I could say and I pressed his hands warmly and we departed to our respective houses.