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

[garamrohan]

By now, you probably understand why I said my story is as strange as it is painful.

For as long as I could remember, I kept hoping that someone would come into our lives and save us from the weirdo who was draining all the happiness from our home. In many ways, Jiju seemed to be that person. And his encounter with Rambo had proved that. He had beaten Rambo so badly that the man hardly dared to come near our house again. But the tragedy was that Jiju now seemed to be taking the very place that Rambo had once occupied—the place of the one who had strong attraction towards mummy.

I was more confused than ever. Should I be happy that Jiju was part of our family?

These thoughts kept spinning in my head as I sat in the verandah with Papa and Di, waiting for Mummy and Jiju to return. It was around 7:30 p.m. Papa hadn't said a single word, but I could sense the anger building inside him. It felt like a ticking time bomb, ready to explode the moment they arrived.

A few minutes later, Jiju drove into the verandah and parked the car neatly. As soon as he stepped out and walked around to open the door for Mummy, Di hurried toward them.

"How can you be so careless? Do you know how worried we were?" she snapped.

"Just a minute," Jiju said calmly, without even looking at her. He locked the car after Mummy stepped out.

"A thief snatched Mummy ji's purse," he said, his face serious.

"What? Mummy, are you okay?" Di asked anxiously.

"I'm fine," Mummy replied softly before walking inside.

To my surprise, Papa didn't lose his temper. The news about the theft seemed to have caught him off guard.

"There's nothing to worry about," Jiju continued. "I chased the thief, caught him, and got the purse back. It just took me a little time to catch him... and teach him the lesson he deserved."

His expression turned hard.

Di shook her head. "How many times have I..." She stopped herself and sighed. "You are simply impossible."

Then she followed Mummy’s trail into the house.

I couldn't take my eyes off Jiju. He looked so calm and confident that it seemed he had completely forgotten meeting me at the ghat just a few minutes earlier to the incident and there was every chance that I had seen what had really happened during the so-called robbery.

—
That night, I was moved to the hall, the outermost room of the house. My room was now meant for Di and Jiju during their stay. I didn't mind the small inconvenience. I had far bigger things to worry about.

Lying on a mattress on the floor with only a thin shawl covering my legs, I kept replaying everything in my mind—the moments I had witnessed and all the moments I imagined had happened when I wasn't there.

I could feel myself getting aroused.

Jiju seemed to be falling for Mummy, just as Rambo had. But there was a huge difference. His behavior was gentle and respectful. The way he cared for Mummy, the way he touched her, and the affection he showed her with his delicate kiss; all felt different. His intentions weren't cruel like Rambo's, I tried to convince myself.

What disturbed me even more was Mummy's response. Until that day, I had never doubted her faithfulness for even a moment. But after what I had seen at the ghat, she seemed far more comfortable in Jiju's company. She hadn't openly encouraged him, yet she hadn't resisted his affectionate gestures either. That silent acceptance confused me the most.

Maybe she liked it, a small voice inside me whispered.

I pushed the thought away immediately, feeling guilty and ashamed for even thinking it.

I turned onto my stomach and let my imagination wander. I wondered what might have happened after I had left. They couldn't have gone all the way, it was a public place. But perhaps they had become even more intimate. Countless possibilities filled my mind, one after another, until I finally reached climax and wetted my pants.

As sleep slowly took over, one thing became clear.

A powerful curiosity had taken hold of me. I wanted to secretly observe Jiju and Mummy and see where this hidden relationship was heading. It was the same curiosity that had once driven me to search for signs of Rambo's visits to our house and piece together the truth from the clues he had left behind. And I knew well it was going to result in countless shagging sessions and tons of guilt. 

—


The next morning, it was clear that Mummy had relaxed a little. But that didn't mean she was ready to give in to Jiju. She still kept a respectful distance from him, especially making sure she was never alone with him. At the same time, her behavior toward him in front of the family had softened. It was as if she had understood his feelings, accepted that the previous day's emotions had overwhelmed him, and forgiven him for getting carried away.

Jiju tried several times that morning to find a moment alone with her, but he failed every time. I knew he would try again in the afternoon, after dropping Di to the exam, when he would find some privacy – of course he had to tackle me for that. 

I deliberately sat in the backyard where I could keep an eye on the kitchen and my parents' bedroom while listening to any conversation. I also had another reason. Since Jiju was now staying in my room, he and Mummy might choose that room if they wanted to talk privately, thinking I was far away. In reality, it wasn't that far from outside, and I had become quite good at moving around quietly without being noticed.

After a while, I heard faint voices from the kitchen. Jiju walked in and out restlessly, speaking to Mummy in a low voice. I kept my back toward them, pretending not to notice, but my entire attention was fixed on every sound coming from the kitchen.
I guessed Jiju had realized I was nearby and had probably asked Mummy to come to his room instead.

A few minutes later, Mummy looked toward the backyard, as if checking whether I was still there. Then she quietly walked toward the hall.

I knew exactly where she was going.

Slowly, I moved along the wall, passed the window of my parents' bedroom, and stopped beside the window of my old room. Inside, I could hear Jiju softly humming a Hindi song.

"What is it, Damad ji?" Mummy asked gently. Her voice was polite, though I could sense her hesitation.

"Thank God you came, Mummy ji," Jiju said with relief as he walked toward her. "I was getting worried."

"I have to leave for work soon," she replied.

"Why are you avoiding me?" he asked anxiously. "I can't stop thinking about you, Mummy ji. I... I can't get rid of these feelings."

"We shouldn't cross our limits," Mummy said quietly. "This isn't right, Damad ji."

"Cross our limits?" he replied. "Don't you trust me? Did I do anything yesterday that disrespected you? And please don't say that kissing you was wrong. It was the only way I knew to express how much I care about you."

"I should go," Mummy said as she turned to leave.

Before she could take more than a step, I heard Jiju quickly follow her.

"Mummy ji... please don't walk away from me."

I carefully looked through the window.

Jiju had gently stopped her and was holding her. He was taller than Mummy, and her head reached his shoulder. His arms were around her waist as they stood only a few inches apart.

Mummy's face showed confusion and helplessness, yet she remained calm. Jiju slowly cupped her face in his hands.

"Please... Damad ji..." Mummy pleaded softly.

"Don't worry, Mummy ji," he said gently. "Just trust me. I will never betray your trust." He slowly leaned closer to her.

Just then-

"Rohan..."

Someone called my name.

It was Aditya.

The timing couldn't have been worse.

All three of them were startled. Jiju immediately lowered his hands, while Mummy quickly composed herself and greeted Aditya with an unusually cheerful smile. Her face, however, had turned red.

"Oh, Aditya beta! You're here at this hour?" she asked, trying to judge whether he had seen anything.

"Yes, Aunty ji," Aditya replied calmly. "I wanted to discuss exam preparation with Rohan."

"He's in the backyard. Come, I'll take you to him."

She led Aditya away, leaving Jiju standing alone in the room.

Now it was my turn to panic.

I hurried back through the backyard, sat exactly where I had been before, and pretended to be busy studying.

—

I could feel that Mummy was slowly giving in—if giving in was even the right way to describe it.

One thought kept coming back to me. Maybe she was simply responding to the overwhelming care and affection Jiju showed her. He wasn't just a man who loved her; he genuinely cared about her and was always ready to stand up against anyone who hurt her. By then, it had become obvious to me that there was tension between him and Papa, especially after seeing what he had done to Rambo.

Of course, they continued to find private moments together. Many afternoons, they quietly slipped into my old bedroom. As far as I could tell, they hadn't crossed any major boundaries. Jiju seemed determined to keep the promise he had made. His affection had grown bolder, but he still behaved with restraint. Looking back, though, I realize I had no way of knowing how long that would last.
Even then, I felt Aditya was worrying more than he needed to.

He had become suspicious about Mummy and Jiju. Before leaving that day, he casually remarked, "Your Jiju behaves a little strangely sometimes, doesn't he?"

I pretended not to understand what he was hinting at. Although I knew he had noticed something, I believed he was reading too much into it.

As the days passed, Mummy's hesitation slowly faded. I could see her eyes light up whenever Jiju praised her, even for the smallest things. They began going out together more often, especially in the afternoons and evenings when Di and Papa were away from home. I was busy preparing for my board exams, so no one paid much attention to my movements.

Their afternoon meetings in my old room also changed. The awkwardness was gone. They spent hours there, talking like two people who deeply enjoyed each other's company. I quietly kept watching them whenever I got the chance.

Mummy no longer pulled away from Jiju's affection. When he kissed her, she responded. Her once-hesitant hands would now gently rest on his shoulders or move across his broad chest while they sat close together.

Sometimes I overheard their conversations.

"Sometimes I feel guilty toward Meenakshi," Mummy said one day. "Don't you think I'm taking you away from her? God will never forgive me for this."

Jiju gently reassured her.

"Please don't think that way. I love her just as much as I love you, and I will never leave her. Both relationships are precious to me. My bond with you only makes my relationship with Meenakshi stronger."

I had no idea where he had learned to speak so convincingly.

There was one additional thing that convinced me they would never cross the line. Believing that was going to be another big mistake of my life.

— 
One afternoon, the atmosphere in the bedroom became much more intimate. The doors were locked from the inside, giving them complete privacy. I had told everyone I was going to a friend's house, but instead I hid outside the window, expecting to witness another private moment between Jiju and Mummy.

They stood in the middle of the room, lost in each other's embrace. Jiju was wearing only a sleeveless vest, his well-built frame clearly visible. His shorts had a big tent due to his erected manhood. They were moving restlessly. Turning heads, caressing each other with aggression yet love as their saliva got mixed due to sloppy kisses. Mummy’s pallu had fallen long back, and was trailing her helplessly as she got grouped and carried here and there in that intimate lovemaking. 

Her dark, deep cleavage line in that pink blouse strained by the enormous volume of her breasts looked so inviting. As if Jiju had read my mind he put hand on her left breast and pressed. That was such a scene to see that breast turned into another shape.

Mummy continued feeding him nectar of her sweet lips, as if not bothered by his actions. They sat on bed, she on his lap. Mummy started showering kisses on Jiju’s face and Jiju's both hands now started pressing her boobs over the blouse. She was blushing, but not asking him to remove the hands. It could have been very difficult for any man to control his urges if such a buxom, beautiful lady availed to him in privacy. His hungry face pierced between her breasts and started rubbing his face, her blouse-covered tits – feeling its softness.. 

“Ohhh… Madhu..” He moaned with ecstasy. Damn… They have gone so far. 

And mummy simply bit her lower lips and caressed his back and hair letting out sigh and smile. He laid her flat on the bed on her back and his hands started moving her saree above. Mummy was just sighing and letting him do his way with her till he exposed all of her creamy thighs. 

“Enough.. Not there.” She sat up, though very excited. “You promised not to cross the line. No sex.. At any cost.” She said sternly. 
Jiju stopped for a moment, cold face, heaving breaths and the next moment he cheered, “Very well, your majesty. But please honour me by allowing me to suckle on your heavenly breasts!” 

Mummy’s face turned red and a sly smile appeared on her face. She laid flat, hiding her face in the pillow. It didn’t take long for Jiju to turn her face to him and later to get his wish fulfilled by opening her blouse… I swear.. He was sucking those milky breasts for an hour at least.