[garamrohan]

Part XI

I really didn’t understand why god plays such tricks. Here my mummy was in OT for her delivery, the child born out of that disgusting bang which will remind her for rest of her life, what she doesn’t want to think for a second and my ignorant grandma praying for the easy birth of the child – the savior of her heir – savior of me.

If I had been enough mature, I don’t think I would have been indifferent to child’s birth. Rather I would have thought the death of baby to be better event for all of us; for me, for dad and especially – for my mummy. Though, I was happy. For despite such events dad was planning to come here when grandma told him that mummy is admitted. And I was praying that they two get together, once again. It’s around 10 in night when doctor came out with good news of baby boy. After an hour my overjoyed Grandma and I was allowed to meet mummy. I was happy to see my mummy fine. But I tell you the truth I didn’t even wished to see the face of the baby slept near her.

But don’t know what sort of curiosity instantly change my mind and as I looked at that dark skinned child in my mummy’s hand my mind confirmed; Its Swamiji’s deed – the plant grown out of his nasty seed.

Here grandma’s enthusiasm was on hike. She visited all the deity around and distributed Prasad among people. She went to swamij’s ashram too; with sita mausi to thank him and also to decide baby’s name and asked him to appear at ceremony. Which I guess he would have happily accepted, bloody womanizer. In few days, mummy got discharged and got home. As naming ceremony was just couple of days ahead, grandma had asked sita mousi to bring her daughter in law with her for help. Grandma wanted the ceremony to be remembered by whole village.

It was just morning of the ceremony day, I was playing in the hall. Grandma and sita mausi was making garlands and mummy was sitting on coach feeding the baby covered under her pallu. Not enough mature to understand motherly love, I was wondering how mummy could love that child. Suddenly phone rang which I picked up. That was my papa’s call he was on way and was to reach at the place within hour. I looked at mummy’s face. Her eyes seemed glitter with joy.

“When he is going to come?”, sita mausi’s daughter in law – Kanta asked as she was cleaning floor.

“Who?”

“The father of the child”, she winked at mummy.

Both me and mummy shocked by her words. Did she mean what we thought she meant?

“Don’t you hear it now? He will be here anytime.”, Grandma said.

“Is that so?”, she asked and suppressed her laugh.

“What do you mean?”, grandma asked.

“N..Nothing… I am just saying it’s good that father of the child is coming today…”, she again winked at mummy.

This broke mummy’s patience. She keep aside baby and roared, “What do you mean by that you slut? Why in the world you are winking at me?”

We all got shocked with mummy’s this attire. But I understood that by then that Kanta was intentionally teasing her.

“You know well what I want to say, malkin. Don’t let me open my mouth”, Kanta replied.

“What you have to tell. The woman like yours.. Fly away with any man around..”, mummy.

“Oh my god!”, she stood up and started talking to sita mausi, “Look at this lady, she is insulting me and what about her deeds? What is character of this woman?”.

“Mind your language Kanta… Sita mausi, handle your daughter in law or else…”, Grandma.

“Else what? We are poor that’s why you people defame us. And you don’t have courage to hear same about you? My daughter in law was hypnotized she was not characterless woman like your daughter in law. Huh.. even didn’t ashamed of doing such deeds with man other than husband, just in name of getting pregnant. Why did she call Swamiji at your home even after getting pregnant? Swamiji’s shishya Madhusudhan have told me everything. Swamiji tried to covey her every possible way that it’s wrong. It was just for the sake of birth of holy savior. But your slut daughter in law was so thirsty for carnal pleasure that she forced swamiji many times to quench her sexual thirst.”

“Lies…Lies… DAMN LIES..”, mummy cried and felt on floor with her hands on her ears.

“Don’t you dare…”, Seeta mausi take aggressive position, “When Swamiji denied to fulfill her wishes, she threatened him to abort the child, the holy savior. Remember that stormy night, swamiji was here just to protect savior, cause if he had not been satisfied your Daughter in law that night, she would have aborted the child. I myself have seen her going to some doctors in the city. You can cross check.”

My grandma was shocked to core hearing this. She was dumb. My mummy went to her, sobbing..

“No Ma.. it’s not true they are liars.. I havn’t done anything wrong.. Ever..”

“Is this child not from Prasad? Is it from that swami?”, It was the first time I heard Grandma mentioning that swamiji impolitely.

“Listen.. I will..”, mummy tried to explain.

“Just Yes or No”, Grandma roared.

mummy couldn’t talk and just got her eyes down. Grandma stood up and slapped mummy hard.

“Get out of my house bitch.. right now”, mummy picked up the child while grandma was dragging her outside the house. Meanwhile Kanta and sita mausi had been left. I seen Kanta talking to somebody on the gate who seemed to be disciple of Swamiji. Hearing these noises all the people in neighborhood gathered around house. I felt like dying with shame.

mummy was pleading to forgive her but Grandma was not listening at all. And suddenly dad’s car comes there. As Grandma explained everything to him and started justifying throwing her outside house, he stopped her. He just asked mummy one question – “Do you want to start a new life with me? Far away from all this..”

“Yes…”, mummy said with crying voice.

It seemed that everything is going to be fine when another car stood up at front of gate and the door opened. To my utter disgust, Swamiji himself was sitting inside the car and watching at us.

mummy ran toward dad to take him in arm but he pushed her away. “First listen me..”

“There is one condition but… You have to leave this child in some Orphan college. Let’s do that and start another life.”, he said as he opened car’s door.

I thought mummy will accept it but her legs stumbled, “and what if ..”

“In every other way, forget me”, dad said.

mummy took me to hand and started walking to the gate. I was looking back at papa but he was not interested to call her back either. I felt like we are on street now. Suddenly I hear Swamiji’s voice.

“You are not alone Arpita.. Your Swamiji is with you..”, He said smiling.

mummy ignored him and started walking. Swamiji stood out of car and said, “Where will you go with these two children? Don’t be fool Arpita… Come with me…”, he hold her by one hand and pulled toward him and talked loudly looking at my father, “ I will take care of both the children as well as those yet to born..” he said as he flicked his tongue with her earlobes and smelled her hairs and moaned weirdly,

“Divineeeeeeee…”

He took away child from her hand and kept in car. mummy was standing there speechless. She again looked at dad. Swamiji who was not in car now took his hand out and caressed mummy’s bum.

“Don’t look at him.. He is fool enough to let woman like you go. Come with me…. We will do lot of fun darling… come..come..come.. he literally pulled mummy inside car and asked me to sit on front seat near driver.

mummy was helplessly sitting in car still looking at dad. And so was looking that bastard swamiji. He has intentionally kept window of car open and grabbed mummy close to him and kissed on her chicks looking at dad.

“hihihihi… she is mine… mmm Only mine… lets go driver..”, He said.

THE END (As per my original plan)

[garamrohan]

Hello friends. The last update is where I the story ends as per my original plan. But then readers on xossip complained that there was not enough "masala" in the story despite the story was nice. And the convinced me to continue the story with more "sexual scenes". Now onwards my posts are part of that extended version of story. The reason I am telling you this is, I want you people to bear with me in case I couldn't come to your expectation as now you are going to read unplanned, extended version. Still I promise you to write best I can. Thanks.

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Part XII
Swamiji, this man is beyond my comprehension. His every move was unpredictable, and equally taboo. Of course, what one could expect from a cunning pseudo-saint who is lusting a married beautiful women, my mummy – Arpita.

I knew that he will not easily let her go after making her pregnant & spoiling her marital relation. I knew that he is mad after her; it was not for that night – he want to have her, forever.

But today, when he himself appeared and took away mummy with him I was shocked. How can he dare to do so? Don’t he care what people will think about him? Putting arm around mummy and bringing her into car, that too, publicly?

My thoughts took speed as car moved towards ashram. I was ashamed to make eye contact with driver beside me. I was cursing Sita mausi’s daughter-in-law. It was because of her mummy again felt into swamiji’s trap. And Sita mausi too, she too lied? Projected my mummy as characterless woman in front of grandama. She made up damn lies of mummy lusting for carnal pleasure and Swamiji doing it against his wish... bullshit… She cannot be true. But why she would do this? She is so loyal to our family. Beside this, she didn’t have any benefit by playing with mummy’s chastity.

No. Sita mausi would not have done it intentionally. There should be some misunderstanding from her side for sure. But what made her to think so? How can she believe some random guy saying that swamji was at our house one stormy night when Swamiji hasn’t been at our place after that ashram incidence?

Oh my god! How sure I am that Swamiji had not been at our place? What if he has really visited our house? then… then.. I lost in those hazy images. Had it not mentioned by Sita mausi, I would have not dared to claim that was true. So it was not one of those nasty dreams I was having since I seen ashram incidence? Was it real? Swamiji had one more time with mummy that night?

Slowly, memory of that stormy night started reviving. It was raining a lot. Our verandah was turned into lake. Thunders were shaking hearts and storms seemed to be banging on closed doors and window with all might. I slightly opened one of the windows, but I was not able to see anything but rain. Suddenly I was pulled backward.

“Aditya… How many times I have told you not to peek outside window at night?” Grandma was mad at me. But only for a second, she again started uttering some mantras and asked me to pray at Puja room. She was relentlessly walking in the hall. As if she was waiting for somebody.

I made it to Puja room. As electricity was down due to storm, there was quite dark in puja room. Only source of light was the lamp which was lit before god. I sit in front of god, closed my eyes and started mumbling that lovely prayer - “Itni shakti” which we were taught at college.

I opened my eyes as I felt someone’s presence in the room. My mummy, who was pouring oil to the lamp, smiled at me. She was so proud of me… She loved me so much and so did I. Especially since dad left for Australia after knowing of her pregnancy, I was caring too much for her. Poor mummy, she had been gone through two much turmoil and dad didn’t take time to listen her side? This made me to hate my dad sometimes.

mummy’s pretty face was glowing in the light of lamp. She was looking really beautiful. She patted my head and was about to leave room when my grandma hurriedly entered the room.

“Come on beta… have this quickly…”, and she offered me something.

“What is that Maa?”, mummy asked.

“Shhh… you come with me.”, she took mummy with her.

As I eat that laddu like something, I started feeling drowsy.
Grandma took my meal there itself and I had my dinner in front of god. She was looking frightened. She was constantly mumbling some mantras.

“Why are you standing at the door?”, She yelled and I turned back.

mummy was standing at the door only. She didn’t say anything and slowly moved in with her neck down.

“Carry Aditya to your room and do everything as I have told”, Grandma said. I would be staying here all the night doing jaap”.

mummy hold my hands and was bringing me to bedroom. I felt like I was not able to walk..

Ohh..my god.. I cannot maintain my balance.. Ohh..

[garamrohan]

NOTE:
    Some of you might feel they have read this part somewhere on internet. But as per my knowledge this part posted somewhere on internet was incomplete. May be I have rewrote the part and forgotten. In any case, I want you all to read this part. I am sure not many of you have read it completely. Thanks

Part XIII


“What was that? Was that thunder”, I thought after coming to sense hearing some very loud voice. I was not able to see anything. Firstly, it was quite dark around, and on top of that, my eyes were heavy. I was hardly able to keep my eyes open. And suddenly I heard –


“No please..”

“Why not..” 

And huge silent… only thunder and storms playing background music.

A man’s voice? I was not able to comprehend. I was sure about feminine voice of mummy’s but that man’s familiar voice… Has dad returned? I thought still struggling to open my eyes.

“Aren’t you satisfied by spoiling my life? Why don’t you just leave me?”, it was mummys irritating voice along with sobbing. 
“I am not your husband to leave you.. I am your….SWAMIJI.” that sharp voice resonated in my ear. 

It’s him? The man who ruined our happy family is again pushing himself on mummy? The series of questions was just started to build up into mind, when suddenly lightening of a thunder gave me quick visibility and I was stunned..

I was on my bed itself. And there was he, that bastard, sitting at edge of bed hardly 2 feet from me. Yes, I was pretty sure he was nobody else but swamiji even though his back was at me. And the womanly figure sitting beside him would be mummy for sure. 

“Do you even know what swamiji means?”, mummy was restless.

“The one who always stay behind his bhakts… love his bhakts”, swamiji’s witty comment probably followed by lusty touch as I started noticing eagar sighs --- “aahhhhhaaaa…..” from swamiji and reluctant “naahh.. leave me” from mummy. 

“Hey. Arpita… Putri… Please…. Please satisfy me… I tried to control too much. But I cannot anymore. You don’t know how much nights I have spend sleepless thinking about you… common Arpita.. Quench my thirst…”, He had probably grabbed her.

“Just leave me… ”, Mummy was protesting.

“Please Arpita.. Just once… This time only… Please… Had I gave any trouble over these 4-5 months? But today I am so horny, I would die if I don’t get you tonight.” His voice seemed too aroused.

<light…light>
I noticed he had grabbed mummy and his beard face is very near her face, atleast rubbing her face if not kissing.
<dark…dark>

“Hey.. listen Putri…”, He was convincing her while mummy’s constant oppose was evident through noise of her bangles and repetition of nos. 

“Just listen me… I will make everything like before… I promise.. Just..”

“What you can do? Can you bring my husband back? Will he ever accept me?”, Mummy was crying.

“Why not? Definitely he will accept you. If you follow whatever I say.”, He further continued, “ I will take responsibility of this child. I will took it from hospital itself. You don’t worry at all. And your family will be conveyed that you had abortion.”

“What…”, Mummy almost yelled.

“Listen.. Listen.. This is the only way. Your husband will not accept you with this kid isn’t? But he will accept you if he comes to know about abortion. Only if…”, He stopped.

“Only if what?”, Mummy seemed to be coming under spell of swamiji. 

“Only if he loves you as much as you claim.”, Swamiji said.

“He does..”, my mummy’s confident words...

“Then there is nothing to worry Arpita… Everything will be fine. If it’s me who caused this trouble, I will take the responsibility but please.. now…”, Swamiji pleaded.
There was silent for some time..

The bed made cracking noise. I guess they have been stood up.

“Please Arpita… Please”, Swamiji’s voice was lowered.

“Aditya is sleeping..”, Mummy

“He is sleeping too deep. He had Prasad isn’t he?”, His voice showed his joy.

“But Swamiji I am pregnant.”, Mummy

“It’s my child, too Beti? How can I let it hurt?”, Swamiji

<light… light>
I saw them standing face to face only couple of feet away from bed. As they were standing between window and bed, I could not see their face clearly but I perceived their figures and silhouette clearly; despite I was feeling sleepy. 

Mummy was in sleeveless gown, which she used to wear in bedroom only; that too, behind my Grandma. Her proportionate, lustrous figure showed up through her thin gown, Swamiji’s arms sliding around her slender waist and both figures were coming closer, as if merging into one as the room again lost in darkness. 
<dark... dark>

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Those grunts… those ringing bangles and sighs… I could guess all that was happening there… When the flash lit, they were in each other’s arm, tightly embraced… with mummy’s beautiful face in his hand, he had bent over and kissing her… passionately… while mummy held his shoulders.

He moved towards bed, without breaking his smooching and mummy mechanically moved along him… his hands now left mummy’s face and chained around her waist and started pulling her even closer… He broke the kiss but only to shower love all over her face, throat and shoulders… As his lips put love stamps there and bite lovingly on her left shoulder, mummy sighed; and her hands on his shoulders went to his back to embrace him…

“Arpita… my love…” I could hear his moan in the dark; very close to bed…

“Not on bed… Aditya is sleeping here…” Mummy’s voice.

“So what?...,” Swamiji convinced her along with noisy kissing…

And then there was a big thunder…... And the room was full of light… mummy hold swamiji tightly with fear… and swamiji caressed her back standing at the edge of bed itself… 

“Don’t worry putri…. I am here to take care of you…” He kissed her lovingly and held her to his chest...

I could not see them but could hear their hissess. And the nature was playing music score at background. Heavy raining along with thunders was making noise; and in between lightning was showcasing essence of their lovemaking.

I saw her standing at bed with closed eyes, holding bed pole… her lips was shivering and one of her gown strap was down and swamiji was picking up her gown from backside…

“Ummm aaaaaaaah….” Mummy’s moan… and it again darkened. 

“Damn… I want to see you Arpita…” Swamiji said and moved away from bed.

He was making some arrangement and I was confused until he lit the yagnya kund at the center of floor… Now room glowed up with mild, golden light. I could now see them much better than earlier.

Mummy was standing there only, still holding bed-pole with both of her hand.. She was very tensed… Swamiji again approached her and stuck to her from back… his black hands was roaming on mummy’s fair, soft sleeves and he bite her ear… playfully..

He again raised her gown and revealed her ass chicks… So beautiful she was looking with just a thin black panty to protect her womanhood… I again felt helpless … Swamiji handed that raised gown to her and rubbed his face on her stunning ass chicks… They were getting adored by swamiji now.. He planted several kisses on her full, soft hip as his hands massaged those bums both with lust and disbelief. 

“Wow.. matrutva (pregnancy) has worked wonder on your bottom.. They are now even more fleshy...,” He licked off leaving there trail of his saliva and mummy kept moaning… he put his head to rest on one of her ass and his other hand pulled her panty down. Mummy obediently raised her legs to ease his work. 

“Woow…. Your womanhood… for one more time it is mine…,” his eyes glittered in lust as he spread her ass cheeks. Surely he would have got nice view of mummy’s vagina. He hungrily put mouth to it and started sucking..

“Aaaaaaah...noooooooo… what are you doing?..” mummy moaned….

But swamij didn’t feel that question worthy answering. He went on sucking it.. His grunts, his moans were accompanied by hisses and puppy moans of mummy. 

“Swamijiiii...aaaaaaaaaah….ouuuuuuuuuch mmmmmmm… please….”

“Putri…. Don’t stop me….. I am really thirsty ” he somehow managed to say and again started his work… Mummy was restless like fish without water. Her whole body was glittering in sweat despite there was so much cold in air. 

Her hands were rubbing cluelessly on pole and her face showed same weird expression that I had seen when swamiji had her in his ashram. 

Then, to my surprise, one of her hand moved back and started caressing swamiji’s head...

“Please swamiji… aaaaaaaah.. I can’t……..ummmmmmmmmmmmm…. I just...aaaaaah….can’t bear….please…” she was moaning..

Swamiji started giving noisy licks with his extraordinary long tongue… and mummy shivered… closing her eyes and biting her lower lip. 

“Ummmm you taste so good putri...aaaaaah my love… feed me your juice darling… quench my thirst my love… please…” he moaned and attacked her more aggressively until she collapsed on bed. 

[garamrohan]

Underage characters are prohibited right? Or since the protagonist is an adult right now and just retelling the past incidents, is it a grey area?
Please do clarify with the admins, or if you have already done so, please let the readers know.

As far as my knowledge the child's involvement in sexual act is prohibited. Still I will talk with admins and let you people know.

[garamrohan]

Please refer clause 17 in dos don't in stories section.

Thanks for taking this to my notice. I will read. Also please share me what is your opinion. Is my work illegal?

[garamrohan]

Yaar I am afraid if it will be appropriate to continue this story as some people says there should not be any minor character. I dont know why this rule here. I was never involving minor character in sexual acts.

[garamrohan]

Part XIV

My head bumped hard on the dash panel as the driver applied the brake. 



“Easy…,” Swamiji groaned, “the boy got hurt, Can’t you see?”


Driver lowered his head in regret. While thinking of that night’s dream, which now seemed more like a reality to me; I didn’t understand when we actually reached the ashram. We stepped out of the car and several disciples of Swamiji ran at us.


“We have made arrangements as you said,” one disciple said to impress Swamiji. He was the same guy I saw talking with Kanta when this drama at our house was going on. Swamiji shook head in affirmation and raised his hand to offer blessings. 


Mummy was still sitting in the car. 


“Putri… Get down from the car. We are at our destination.”


Mummy carefully held the baby boy to her chest as she get off the car. I checked the faces and everybody was looking at her only. Many of them knew us already, from our last year’s stay at ashram; and to mummy at least I doubt they would ever forget. Ofcourse, pregnancy had put her extremely pretty face an astonishing glow and unlike with most women very less extra pounds were added to her and that too, at good places.


The storm was waving her pallu and she struggled to hold pallu and the kid. Swamiji asked her to give the baby to him. Mummy calmly stood for some time but eventually handed over the kid. With the kid in one hand and the other hand delicately put over mummy’s shoulder, Swamiji walked towards the ashram. As I followed them, one of the disciples pulled me back, “Not there beta, you will stay in one of the huts out there…,” he said and dragged me towards huts in the outer circle. 


“Mummy…,” I was literally about to cry.


“Don’t worry Putra… We have good arrangement for you there,” Swamiji said, throwing quick gazes once at mummy’s face and other times at me. I couldn’t talk and neither did mummy. She turned her face away from me and her head lowered. Of Course I felt her weakness. At that age also I realised that we are not at home anymore; we are at mercy of Swamiji. Suddenly I heard him burst in anger on the same guy following him.


“Are you going to come with me to my residence?”


The guy said, “It's urgent,” and got himself to swamiji’s ear. Suddenly swamiji got nervous and called a female disciple to take mummy and child with her. And when last time I turned back, I saw swamiji hurriedly going to the big hall where he used to give ‘pravachana’.


The guy was gentle with me and told me everything about the utilities the so-called ‘hut’ had and asked me to call him anytime I needed something. I was worried like hell. For I know I would get to enjoy all this luxury but at the cost of what and for how many days? I laid off on the feathery mattress spread on the bed. I was tired due to the emotional turmoil of the day and soon went to sleep. 
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My eyelids were heavy, but I couldn’t help but see what was happening in the room. I couldn’t believe that Swamiji once again started those nasty games with mummy. And the sickest thing was he dared to come to our place and do all this in my parents bedroom, with me sleeping in the room. My grandma would have been busy in bullshit aaradhana, dumping my beautiful mother in this jackal’s cave. 


Mummy tried to cope up with the breath, and so was swamiji who was still on his knees on the floor near the bed. And mummy was lying on her stomach, crossed on my legs, tired and breathing heavily. Swamiji walked to the Yagyakunda that he had ignited at the center of the room and added a few wooden sticks to it and the room glowed a bit more. As I saw his dark shadow on the wall, I could see his huge bulge in dhoti was prominently appearing in the shadow. 


“Putri…,” He softly said as he reached near the bed, caressing mummy’s hairs.


“That’s enough Swamiji..,” Mummy said, turning her head back.


“But I am hungry… Only your thirst is quenched, what about me?,” he turned her, making her lie on back and his one arm moved underneath her while the other hand curled around the back of her knees and he delicately picked my mummy and walked towards the Yagyakunda.


Lightning was still happening and the noise of the thunder was shaking hearts. But Swamiji seemed to be a totally different kind of build. As nature was vomiting its wrath, Swamiji was mad in lust and he wanted to take my mummy at any cost, the lady who was pregnant with his nasty seeds only. 


A bright lightning followed by deafening noise! Surely it has hitted somewhere in the neighbourhood.  And with fear mummy tightly held Swamiji.


“I am here,” is all Swamiji said and he locked mummy’s luscious lips with his as he leisurely stepped forward. I couldn’t bear the intimacy I am witnessing between my mother and that devil under the skin of a saint. The painful part was mummy’s consensual participation. Ofcourse she was lured by the good prospect. But why in the world does she forget that she was fooled by Swamiji many times before?


Swamiji ducked and delicately put her on the floor but without breaking the kiss. My vision was faint and the room was not properly lit. still I could make out how hungrily he was kissing her, tasting the sweet “nectar” - as he said once, of her shivering lips.


Room soon filled with their hisses while nature played background archestra. Swamiji was lying over her without touching any of his body parts with her’s except his dark and broad lips on her. His hands again started to pull the gown upwards, slowly relieving her fair and shapely legs akin to banana stems. As he didn’t give her scope to escape his long kiss, his hands worked on her legs like an artist . 


“Aaaaah…,” mummy moaned sweetly as finally swamiji let her lips go and hurriedly nibbled around her neck and whatever flesh was visible through mummy’s decent gown. His hands advanced and suddenly dispersed into mummy’s thighs..


“Naaa...ummmm…. Uuuiiiiii…,” all she could say as she tightened her thighs around his grip and her head elevated, probably trying to sit up. But swamiji’s hungry mouth came as a big obstacle and smooched her again, pushing her head back to the ground. And with the next lightning, I saw swamiji slowly plucking mummy’s sweet lips with his teeths and leaving it after stretching it quite a long, again to settle to its original position. 


“Aaaahhh…” a painful or whatever kind of moan from mummy.


And suddenly like a madman he pulled her gown up even further revealing her smooth and round tummy, nurturing inside  a mark of their illicit copulation that happened last year. He started roaming his watery tongue over her smooth stomach, giving slurping licks in between as her entire stomach was lathered with his saliva.


He let go off his hold on her intimate place and he licked off that hand and assisted mummy to sit up.  We both saw Swamiji taking off his dhoti and getting completely nude. 


And he took a posture in Padmasana like some siddha yogi would sit in. But I knew this guy is neither siddha purush nor he has anything to do with yoga -- He was only floating in the ocean of lust for my mummy.


“Putri… come here..” He invited mummy with open arms.


With a confused face she carefully moved closer to him. Swamiji was stroking his cock slowly which had become very large by then. 


“Come closer…,” his speed for caressing his cock increased and with a jerk he suddenly pulled his foreskin down revealing his big onion-like forehead.


Mummy had almost reached him touching their knees to one another. Suddenly Swamiji put both his palms under mummy’s ass and lifted her up.. Naturally mummy took hold of Swamiji’s shoulder for support and with few adjustments she understood what was on Swamiji’s mind and she spread her leg forward thus taking Swamiji between her legs.


Swamiji’s one hand grabbed her by her waist and with the other he pulled up her gown and catched that piece of cloth in mouth, now revealing her groin area and her pretty ass fully!
And with legs folded at knee, mummy obeyed the force of his hand and started slowly settling on his lap. 


At the very same time, Swamiji, with his free hand positioned his pistoning hard linga on the entrance of my mummy’s yoni which had started dripping some juice now. And both sighed in ecstasy…


“Ummmm ufff aaaaaah….”


As mummy was pregnant she was unable to move much so Swamiji started rotating himself and shoving her from below and it seemed to work as mummy tightly held Swamji and put her head to his chest.


And with this the overjoyed Swamiji let the gown go off his teeth and tightened grip around mummy to feel her soft, warm flesh fully. 


“Easy…”, Mummy looked at his face to say this and got replied with a sloppy kiss.


While grinding her womanhood from below, he pulled up her gown further and took off it completely from her head and I could see my mummy only in a creamy bra which was covering her full breasts somehow. 


And his hungry eyes poked at the inviting cleavage formed.. His itchy hands moved around her bra covered mammeries and gave both the breasts lovely squeeze. 


The next moment his hands clicked off the bra and mummy was fully nude now. Her both hands were on his two shoulders and she was obediently receiving his love strokes. Such a cold day was it but both started to form sweat droplets on their body. Swamiji tried to bend and catch her nipple in mouth but their position, further complicated by mummy's pregnancy, prohibited him to achieve that.  


But weiro like Swamiji was not going to settle for anything less. He wetted his thumb with saliva and rubbed the saliva on her nipples and started gently plucking and messaging her sensitive nipples…


“Swamijiiiiiiii….. Nooo,” Mummy moaned in ecstasy.. But swamiji continued his work with dedication at both nipples. 


The sensation was too much to bear for mummy and she kept shaking her head from one side to other and back and forth. With this her seductive, long, free hairs swirled in air like feathers of dancing peacock in monsoon.


And just few moments later, she struggled to lift herself a little as she adjusted herself on her knees and to my utter shock and disappointment I understood what she was trying to do, but not earlier than she took her succulent tits in the reach of swamiji’s hungry mouth to munch on them, which swamiji happily did.


“Ummmm aaaaaaaah ufffffff,” Mummy moaned in pleasure tossing her hairs with both her hands and swamiji sucked her both tits one by one howling like a tomcat. They caressed each other while swamiji sucked her juicy bags like anything.. Her hands roamed around his back; caressed his thick hairs; this all play was probably making Swamiji even more mad. 


“Can’t control anymore, Putri…. Aaah…” He said… and moved her off his lap.


Mummy was also shivering with sensation and probably she understood what to be done next as she laid on the floor like a hungry lioness… I could not believe what was happening in front of me.. I never thought my own mother could go so wild for sex. That too, for such a bastard.


She was restless and jerking her body like a snake. Swamiji clenched her teeth in burning desire as he saw this diva getting turned on in his manly company and I could read the proud and lust accentuated on his face. He did not waste more time. And to be honest, mummy also seemed to want that as badly.


As he settled between her legs, mummy didn’t have to tell and she mechanically spread her legs in air and bit her lower lip in ecstasy.


This was too much for Swamiji and he pierced his cock deep inside her, slowly and mummy’s hands flicked in the air attempting to grab Swamiji. But she got success only when Swamiji’s tool entered fully into her wet vagina. She caressed his hairy chest as swamiji started giving deep but slow shots and bent forward to kiss her.


This time both kissed with equal passion and she madly caressed his backs as he fucked her wonderfully. 


The next an hour or so, they kissed, sucked, caressed each other. They hissed, they moaned; their bodies brushed, their breaths melten into one, fingers got intertwined and somehow in between I went under sleep again.

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PART XV

I don’t remember how long I was asleep. The same guy who brought me to the hut was calling me awake. 



“Wake up beta… Swamiji has asked me to bring you to the Sabha.”


I was shocked, a bit scared of what swamiji had in his mind. Are the instructions and rules to be set so that I will be away from my mummy as often as possible? Or will the arrangement be even more insulting and abusive by keeping me closer to mummy and make me witness all nasty things he will do to her? Of Course I have seen the bully side of the bastard on the day itself with how he teased my father. 


Probably the guy understood that I am stressed. 


“Don’t worry beta. There is nothing to be afraid of. Actually Acharya ji has visited the ashram and wants to see you.”


“Who is this Acharya ji?” I asked.


“He is the guru of our Swamiji. He along with one of his other disciples is here. To be honest, someone has misinformed him that our swamiji is the accuser of your family. So he wanted to ask some questions relevant to it,” He said.


My heart started throbbing hearing that. After all, those questions will surely be weird and being the son of the victim, how can I answer them comfortably? 


The hall was very big. Last time when I was in the Ashram, the construction for this hall was going on. It was worth declaring a monument of wealthy construction and interior. Swamiji happened to have influence on many wealthy donors, it seemed. 


When I looked ahead, I could see a calm and assuring aged personality seating in the chair. He was wearing saffron clothes and greeted me with his gestures. He must be Aacharya ji. On the seat right to him was a guy who seemed to be his disciple. But he has a very plain face.  


“Beta… salute to the Aacharya ji…,” Swamiji said to me with an extra soft tone.


Now I noticed Swamiji and mummy were standing in the centre of the hall. And probably being questioned about the tragedy that happened with our family.   
 
I bowed before Aacharyaji and stood up silently with a tilted head. 


“Beta… You need not be afraid… I will ask you some questions which you need to answer fearlessly… You don’t need to bother about what swamiji or your mother think of. You only need to tell the truth. Okay?”


I simply nodded.


“Do you know Swamiji?”


I nodded yes.


“Since when?”


I kept mum.


“6 months…. 1 year?.... 2 year?”


“For more than 1 year,” I somehow said.


“Okay.. good was he coming to your house?”


“Yes”


“What did he used to do there? How often did he used to come? Did somebody accompany him or did he appear alone?”


Unsure about what to answer, I looked at mummy. She also looked at me with helpless eyes. I lowered my head and kept mum.


Acharyaji stood up and smiled assuredly. “Son, I understand there could be bitter memories in the past that you are troubling to spell out. But believe me, it will help you more than me to tell the truth. And believe me. Nobody… simply nobody can touch you.” saying this he put a cold gaze at Swamiji. 


I could feel my blood boiling, my ears became hot and with heavy breaths I started thinking whether to tell all the truth? But how can I talk about my mummy’s intimate situation in front of all these people? I did not dare to say this, and this was my last big mistake, I think.


“Mostly some disciple was with him; sometimes alone,” I said with a stammering voice.


“Okay.. Good… Did you feel that the Swamiji was somehow putting your mother under pressure? Making her do things that she should not do?” 


“Sometimes I felt,” I said looking down. An iden had suddenly come to my mind. Though I cannot tell all the nasty things Swamiji did to my mummy, I can tell how strict rituals he made my mummy follow and get him punished for that.


With this, everybody was shocked. Even my mummy. 


“His rituals used to be very hard… Mummy had to do many fasts and … and sometimes I had to stay away from mom due to this,” Somehow I said.


“Hushhh..,” I heard a big relief from Swamiji and a smile appeared on Acharya’s face.


“Apart from this? Did you see anything? Especially when your mummy was alone with Swamiji?” And to this question as I said, I was dumb. For some time I went into a trance. I could hear all the questions from Acharya ji and his other disciple but I couldn’t utter a word.


“No hurry boy. You can tell me in the morning.. Okay?” Acharya ji said after discussing something in private with his disciple. 


And so dismissed this public abuse of me and my mom.


I could hear Acharya ji instructing clearly that Swamiji should not be allowed to see either me or my mom until he approves. The place where mom and I were staying was guarded by a few disciples. Me and mother had meal together. Since the morning incident, we haven’t talked a single word. Nor did we talk now. As we finished the meal, mummy laid with the baby on the bed and started feeding him. I also laid beside her on the other side. 


Somewhere around midnight, I got awake hearing some movement around the hut. I looked at mom and found her and the baby sleeping calmly. I tiptoed to see what's happening outside the hut and got a big shock! Two guys were carrying my dad somewhere. One of them had put hand on his mouth and the other was literally dragging him away. Unable to understand what's really happening, I decided to follow them.

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Garamrohan,
Good that you are back. Please not distracted by a few haters.
Your writing is marvellous, only worry is too long to get updates..

Biosys

Thank you Bro...

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is there any updates r coming or story is shelved.... pls give clarity

Thank you for comment bro. An update is coming by tonight

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Kindly continue.....
We are waiting....

Sure. Currently working on next update

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Part - XVI



What I saw that night was the most dreadful thing I have ever seen in my life. The mere thought of those incidents gives me trembling now as well. As I tiptoed to see what's happening inside the chamber in the dark where my father had been taken. I could hear a fuss from inside. This room didn’t have any windows. So I couldn’t peek in. I walked round the room and I could see lights coming out of a small crack on the wall. I put my eyes to it.



My father was handcuffed and tied to a pole. Worry was all evident on the face of Swamiji and his disciples gathered over there. 


“Why are you here?” Swamiji was interrogating.


“I want my son and wife back.” Papa somehow said. He looked exhausted. 


“How dare you?..” Swamiji aggressed towards him with gritted teeths. 


I don’t have any doubt that he would have hitted him for I had seen how merciless he was. And also, most importantly, how obsessed he was for my mummy; the evil conspiracy he has played to snatch my mummy from my family, how could he let her go when soon he was to harvest the payoff? But luckily, the man in black coat, who seemed to be a lawyer, stopped him.


“Please Swamiji… We can’t afford any mistakes now.. Keep calm,” He stopped swamiji and took him back.


“I am warning you last time… Get out of here… Forget Arpita… She will stay with me… forever…. You got it?”


“I can’t live without her… Please I want to…”  He couldn’t complete the word when a disciple slapped him. 


“Behave yourself.” The lawyer yelled at that disciple and the disciples stepped away.


“Look man..” The lawyer seemed to be taking the steering in his hand. “This will be my last attempt to settle the matter with mutual consent. If you don’t agree; you know, I don’t have personal grievances to act against you; but my duty to think about the welfare of my client will make me act so one way or another. The choice is yours..”


“I just want..” 


“Listen to me first,” the lawyer stopped papa. “It's not time to think about who’s wrong and who's not. Be it bad or good moves; those had already been made. It’s better that we try to make the best out of this situation.” 


Everybody was listening to him.

He continued, “ Swamiji wants Mrs Arpita to stay with him. He is also ready to take responsibility for both kids.'' He stopped a bit. “ But it's okay if you want to keep one or both of the children with you.  Being a father myself I can understand your obvious love and care for your heir.”


“But Vakil, how will we convince Arpita?”Swamiji asked.


“That you leave to me, Swamiji. So tell me mister. To agree on this, what else could we give you? And you absolutely don’t have to feel uncomfortable putting in your demands. It’s life and my dear friend, life is bitch so accept it and move ahead.” the lawyer continued.


“All I want is my wife…” dad mumbled. 
  
The lawyer nodded hopelessly. “Yeah I can see how much you love your wife. But really? I mean really after knowing all the things that happened between her and swamiji, the attachment you show for her, I am not able to understand that. She is not your loyal wife anymore, mister.”


“How dare you…”


“Not a word of mine is a lie. Isn’t it true that she was sleeping with Swamiji here in the ashram itself. Isn’t it true that despite her being pregnant she didn't tell you the truth? Don’t you hear from your servants how she used to call swamiji to your home when you were in Australia?”


“I still want her…full stop.” Dad was determined. 


“Yeah.. she is so beautiful that I can understand your pain to lose her. But I assure you life will give you one more chance. And on the contrary, swamiji does value her beauty way more than you.” The lawyer smiled mischievously, “Just tell the number and you will get it.”


Everybody was silent. Waiting for my fathers reply. But he kept mum.


“No?” the lawyer asked my father. “Okay mister, no problem. I have to just walk on the other path then.” 


Lawyer went to swamiji and talked something into his ear. Swamiii signaled one disciple and told him something after which the disciple retired from the scene.


Both swamij and lawyer walked to the door. Before leaving the room, the lawyer stopped and turned to my father saying, “I feel sorry for you man. You lost your beautiful wife as well as a lifetime opportunity to get fortune.”

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Thank you very much givemeextra, Soram, bhanu, abcturbine, biosys for your replies. I am very sorry that I couldn't provide updates on time. The story is just about to finish so please bear with me.

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Part - XVII

My heart twitched. I got worried about my father’s fate. Fortunately, at that time my dad was left alone in the room. I quickly changed my place and followed swamiji and a lawyer who were moving to his personal hut. I was scared as hell. But knowing their plan was critical to save our family. 



It didn’t take me much time to find a proper hiding place. I had witnessed my mummy getting spoiled from that vent only. The new conspiracy was being planned, and my hopes were collapsing.


The cunning lawyer put forward the craziest plan; even swamiji looked stunned and pleased by this. My baby brother was to go missing (actually killed and buried); and dad was to be blamed and jailed for that. Their first obstacle is dealt with! Also, this way the only evidence of Swamiji’s and my mother’s sexual relations was to be cleared. So, if going ahead, even if Acharyaji or security officer try to probe further, DNA test won’t be possible. And third and probably the thing for which swamiji was very much happy: dad would lose whatever respect mummy had for him. She had already left dad for the kid and when she would know that dad had kidnapped and probably harmed the kid, she would never turn back to him. 


I understood then and there only that we have lost to swamiji. Next day, I just had to play a helpless observer of the execution of this cruel, ruthless plan. 


And it happened more or less the way the lawyer anticipated. Everybody was shocked by the news of the disappearance of the kid. My mummy’s eyes were swollen due to crying. And can’t tell you how shocking it was for me when she attacked dad when security officer were taking him to a jeep. My dad was helplessly trying to convince her he has done nothing but mummy was holding him by collar and madly slapping him asking for the kid. 


Acharyaji and his disciple looked confused and asked mummy that she should not worry and take some rest. And they won’t be asking her or me any questions right now. But she looked as angry as she was hurt. She herself said that all the fault is with her sceptical husband, my dad. And swamiji was, and will remain her idol, her guru. Not only this, she wanted to spend the rest of her life in the service of swamiji and ashram.


How can I miss the faint cunning smile appearing on swamiji’s face. I had gone through so many turmoils but this was unbearable for me. I always felt pity for the mummy. But for the first time I felt anger for her. I didn’t want to stay here. Not at any cost. I was not sure where I would go, but I wanted to get away from this dirt. Having gone through all this, I didn’t had courage to see my mummy warming bed of swamiji rest of the life; the same man who once bangd her, who separated her from our family, who killed their child as well and now who had also send my dad to jail. 


As I was standing cold like a statue, I sensed a loving, calm hand caressing my head. I turned back to see Acharyaji with his convincing smile. “You have a bright future ahead, son.” He warmly said.


Somehow I couldn’t control tears rolling out of my eyes and I fell to his legs to take his blessing. I had made up my mind to run away to some other place and create a life for myself.

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Sir, Please don't get disappointed. Your story plot is awesome and the your narration is simply awesome. Please keep on posting regular updates. Your story soon receives a great acclaim

Thank you picchimanishi. Your comment meant a lot to me. The final update will be coming by end of the week. I am sure you will like it.

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The Final Update

I waited for midnight. That was the perfect time to leave the ashram as everybody will be sleeping and patrolling will not be very tight. I had already kept my bags ready. Mummy had left an hour ago when she thought I fell asleep. And I am sure you people don’t have to tell where she would have gone. I woke up and checked the ashram premise. That was amavasya night and deep darkness was all over the place. This was an excellent time to run away, I thought. 


I picked up my bag and moved towards the fences on the west side. I was careful that nobody would see me. I reached the fence and threw my bag to the other side. I just turned and looked at the ashram for the last time; it was all sunk into darkness except glowing lights into huts. Time had come to say goodbye to this ashram, never to return back. All events since the last couple of years passed before my eyes. All that our family had gone through. I was leaving all this behind. Nothing.. Almost nothing I was taking with me, except..except… 


“Ohhh No…”, I panicked. I forgot to take our family photograph as a memory with me. It was the only dad’s photo with us as of now and I had decided to take it from mummy’s bag before leaving but somehow I forgot. 


I was caught in a dilemma: what to do? Do I really need to have it? My mind was bothering to go back to get that photo. But, that was the only memory of my dad that I was going to have. I was not sure if I would ever meet him or not. 


I was not afraid just of being caught. The photo was in mummy’s bag which was in Swamiji’s hut. And I was feeling nervous about the possibility of what I would have to see in the hut if I went there to recover the photo. But that risk was worth taking, so I prayed to god and moved to the hut swiftly. 


After reaching the hut, I took some time to understand the situation and to my surprise the whole hut including the hall as well as the bedroom was empty.  I slowly moved to the bedroom and there beneath the dressing table was mummy’s bag. I hurriedly pulled out all the clothes and I found that photo. Happily, I was putting all the clothes in when I heard some movements outside. 


My heartbeat skipped and I quickly moved underneath the bed. 


—


I could see strong black legs with dhoti entering the bedroom. It was Swamiji… He came and sat on the bed. I could see his swinging legs from under the bed. I moved my eyes aside and I could see him wholly in the big mirror over the dressing table. I was angry and afraid at the same time. He looked excited and happy as he closed eyes and kept breathing deeply. 


Suddenly the gentle sound of bangles and anklets caught my attention and with a throbbing heart I looked at the door. I could see only the knee down of a woman dressed in black saree. Of course It was supposed to be my mummy; and seeing her soft, nail-painted legs I was assured of that. 


“Come… Come dear… why are you standing away like this?” Swamiji invited her lovingly.


My eyes moved to the mirror but she was not visible in it. She took slow steps towards the bed and as I saw her approach the bed my throat became dry. She was just standing a couple of feets away from me. I looked in the mirror and this time to my surprise, she was completely in view!


She was looking simply beautiful! with the modest expression on her gazing face, she stood near Swamiji. She was wearing a very beautiful black kanjivaram saree with marvellous golden embroidery design. The saree embroidery was consistent with that on the black colored, perfectly stitched blouse with short sleeves. The blouse was thus showing off her glowing right arm fully. The saree was perfectly worn as I could see her saree pleats and very creatively pinned so that her deep navel was half visible.


From the position Swamiji was sitting in, that lustrous belly button caught his attention and he couldn’t stop himself licking lips. He put his one hand around her waist and with the other hand he exposed her navel to full view…


“Marvellous..” he said and softly kissed her navel.  Mummy’s moist lips parted as a reaction; otherwise expressionless face. The game is soon to begin, I thought. But to my surprise, Swamiji didn’t jump on her like a hungry wolf. He looked into her face and asked warmly, “You are truly an apsara dear Arpita…No doubt about that. But with this attire of yours today you are looking epitome of sensuality.  Kanta prepared you for the night, right?” He gestured at her to sit beside him.


Mummy nodded as she silently sat beside him on the bed.


Swamiji smiled and offered her a rose which she accepted without looking at his face.


“This woman Kanta never disappoints me!” He said as he delicately put his hand on mummy’s shoulder. My heart was burning in anger hearing praises for the woman who was pivotal in breaking our family.


“These jasmine buds covering your big bun are looking so sweet on you..”, he held her chin with other hand and praised her. Mummy smiled faintly. 


“What happened, Arpita? Still thinking of our son?” Swamiji got hold of her pulse. She lowered her gaze admitting she is still thinking of my lost brother. 


Swamiji held her pretty face in both of his palms and said, “Don’t worry, Arpita. My men will find him out. But there is no point in thinking about him all the time and spoiling our minds. I am also hurt, you see, he was our child…our own..”, He gazed at her for some time and softly kissed her forehead. “But I won’t let your husband win by making us unhappy. You see that right? He did all this conspiracy to make you and me unhappy. I will prove him to be not only unworthy of you, but a big loser overall; what he really is!”


“And I am expecting you to accompany me, Arpita. I promise you I will love you forever dear; and you would agree; looking at how enjoyable the moments we spent together were; although very rare; we will have a great life together… don’t you?” their eyes paired for quite a long moment. 


And surprisingly mummy nodded…


“Aahhh Arpita…” Swamiji moaned and slowly laid to bed taking her along. Bed squeaked a little; and they were out of the mirror frame. All I could see was their legs.


And finally it started! That was inevitable but I should not be there witnessing this sinful game. 


I could hear hissess, moans, romantic words, chit chat in a mumbling tone and in between chuckling. Slowly the legs which were quite separated earlier started rubbing against each other. I was feeling that Swamiji is kind of climbing her to conquer her fully. Her fair and buttery legs were caught and rubbed against by the harsh hairy legs of Swamiji… Her foot fingers were moving back and forth sensually; her heels rubbed over the bed sheet depicting her pleasure.  


The activity on bed was accentuating with every passing moment. Now the hisses were louds… Call outs with words - darling, Arpita and equally sweet Swamiji…. coming from mummy’s mouth made the atmosphere of sex. I was feeling uneasy about the thing happening over the bed; as well as for stucking under the bed.. I was waiting for a chance to get out of there.


And after a few minutes mummy stopped Swamiji.


“What happened?” I could sense disappointment in his voice.


“Let me drink water..” saying this mummy sat up at the edge of bed and my heartbeat skipped again looking at her condition.


Her pallu was nowhere… and her blouse was unbuttoned. Her majestic breasts, only covered by a sexy,  fiery rose colored bra, was looking very hot. Her fair face has collected droplets of sweat due to their lovemaking… her kumkum was displaced and my stomach ached when I realised she was boasting a long, lavish mangalsutra in her neck.. Not the one tied by my dad. 



She soon moved to take water; and Swamiji came into the frame. He was also sweating… and was looking ugly with jasmine buds stuck all over his hairy, dark body; of course those loosened from mummy’s bun while lovemaking. 


“But what about my thirst?” He said impatiently.


“2 minutes,” I could see my mummy’s leg at the table at the corner as she was taking sips.


“I can’t bear..” Swami said and rushed towards her, thus keeping the frame blank again.


“Ohhh… what?” Mummy giggled, “ Can’t you wait for… mmm muham…  muhamm….”


Her voice suppressed and I don’t have to tell you why, I was looking at four legs standing at the table. 


Caressing each other they were moving towards bed again. Her pallu was trailing behind them like a train of queen’s royal dress. And when they finally came to the bed; and so in the mirror frame, I could see how hungry they were for each other. Swamiji was rubbing her all over and kissing wherever he could see her glowing flesh.. And she was madly caressing him while enjoying all his manly attention. 


Suddenly Swamiji pulled her blouse off one shoulder and mummy helped him with the other. She was only in her lovely bra now. With a gaping mouth she brushed against Swamiji’ body. Swamji’s one hand encompassed her, and with the other hand, he started weighing and pressing her lustrous bosom over the bra.


“I was so much waiting to suck these… dear..” he chirped and his hungry mouth attacked her chest. He kissed, smelled her breasts along with bra fabrics;  licked her cleavage, rubbed his rough, beard face all over her mountains and tried to grab those in mouth…


But all this was only adding fuel to his lust; he undid her bra hurriedly and munched on her left breasts. So quick was he with this, I even didn’t realise when he undid her bra and he had already started enjoying the divine juice of her boobs. 


“Aahhh aaahh Swamiji..” Mummy moaned as Swamiji continued to suck and nibble at her big breasts and perky nipples. She couldn’t help herself from holding his face tight to her chest and caressing his head as his magic continued on her breasts and those full, fair globes with cherry nipples on it soon lathered with Swamiji’s dirty, sticky saliva.


I felt like vomiting when I saw all the mess he had created with her fun bags. But did my opinion matter there? Mummy was not only enjoying the treatment her succulent titties were receiving, she was also encouraging and guiding Swamiji to continue at it,  the way she was moaning, biting her lips, in between while caressing his head all the time.


Unable to bear the sensation, she pulled Swamiji away from her breasts. Her right breast escaped his mouth with Pukkkkk sound… and Swamiji also noticed that she was all shivering with excitement. He just kept looking at her face… 


And before Swamiji could think of anything, mummy pulled his face to her and kissed him fully! This was unexpectable to me and I literally closed my eyes, unable to see what woman my mother was turned into. But I couldn’t help hearing their kissing noise… “Slurrrrrrrp…. chuyuukkk …. Chyuukkk… .aaaahh .ummmmmm ufffff…” I felt like it was going for decades. 


After a few minutes, in hope they were done with it I opened my eyes and they proved me wrong this time as well. To my utter shock Swamiji’s long tongue was hanging out and my once pious mother was hungrily sucking his tongue slowly and sensually… taking the whole of it in her mouth… So intimate their sucking was, when she stopped, the string of saliva was there between their mouths. And she lovingly embraced him… piecing her face into his hairy, broad chest..


Swamiji caressed her lovingly… embraced her fully… and started pushing her down.


She looked at his face with a confused face…


“Take my ling in your mouth, priyatama…” His voice was cracking in excitement..


“But I haven’t ever…”


“I have already given you that pleasure Arpita… Don’t you tell me that wasn't a lovely experience…,” Swamiji didn’t let her complete. 


“Don’t keep me deprived of this pleasure, my love.” he pleaded.


And they both kissed again, before mummy get to her knee and the next 5 minutes were the worst minutes of my life. Still today I am not sure how a beautiful, cleanliness-demanding lady like mummy sucked that ugly, unhygienic manhood of Swamiji… The fact that it was big and had proved to give her ample pleasure in the past, was all sufficient to take away her reluctance? Once started, she didn’t have to be convinced or told to do something. She took all the charge and the way her warm, wet mouth was wrapped around Swamiji’s dick and she suckled on the whole length as if enjoying a tasty lollipop, nobody could have said it's her first blowjob.


“Arpita my queen… ufff… yess like that…”, Swamiji was moaning all the time and his hand was pierced into her bun. With increasing pleasure, his hands were crushing her hairs and flower buds were dropping on the floor like pearls… 


“Yeah attack on the head now… you are my sweet putri… Arpita…” he moaned as mummy started rolling her tongue on his big onion sized cockhead only.. As if a curious learner, she explored all the sensitive areas of his penis in the first blowjob itself. Swamji looked very pleased and had become hell horny by her skills. He made her stand up and started pulling pallu with unrest… 


Mummy rotated around herself with his pull and her saree was thrown to the floor by Swamiji before he put hand to her petticoat string. They kissed hungrily, with mummy’s right hand curled around his neck as he got her only on panty…


“Can’t bear it now… “ Swamiji hissed.


“Me either…”, mummy said shamelessly and tossed her half free hairs to make them free fully into their beautiful length. 


They embraced and jumped on the bed together as if jumping in a pool. The moaning and bed noise soon started.


Again only their legs were in frame but I know there was much going on the bed than what I can see. I noticed mummy’s anklet bearing splendid legs elevated in the air, inviting Swamiji in between; and within a few seconds Swamiji’s dark hips appeared between her legs..



She wrapped her legs around his hips and I heard them moaning loudly. 


“Aaaaaah ufffffffffff ummmmmmmmm…. That's so pleasurable…”


Mummy was not stopping calling “Swamiji…” and he didn’t stop calling her with all the lovely names he could spell out… Bed kept squeaking… and I kept waiting for all this to be over.



It was late in the night that I woke up. Noticing everything is silent above the bed. I slowly got out and tiptoed to the door. The family photo was already in my hand. I didn’t want to turn back, but I can’t tell you exactly why I turned back. 


I saw my mummy, the ultimate beauty lying happily with ugly Swamiji; both naked; and in an embraced position. 


I moved to a far away city and started my new journey, but it took me some time to forget those nightmare dreams where Swamiji kept saying “Arpita you are all mine… just mine” and mummy shamelessly replying “Yes you own me completely… Who else would I care for? You are my swami”.



Today, I am successful in my career and personal life. But sometimes my past haunts me and I think of these incidents in privacy. In fact, last year when I was near my hometown due to work, I couldn’t control myself to enquire about the Ashram and especially, my mummy. 


I cursed myself to do so because I was quite nervous for the next few days knowing that Swamiji and mummy are still together. She has become Arpita mata and is well respected by devotees. And they together have 5 children.(6 including the lost Holy Savior)

— The End —

[garamrohan]

I am very much sorry for I couldn't give regular updates for this story. I sincerely oppologize my readers for this.

The good thing is that, I was able to complete this story again, which I have restarted due to reader's request in the past. I have got love from few but regular readers of my thread - Biosys, Abstar, mn60358, givemeextra, Picchimanishi to name a few.  I am very thankful for their comments and encouragement.

Now as the story is complete, I would like to know whats your overall review for the story. It will encourage me and guild me as well in my further writing project.

[garamrohan]

Thank you givemeextra, rajeshhyd and Abstar for caring to put your reply. I am happy atleast three of you give read to this story and liked it.

Brother @givemeextra and @rajeshhyd, I am not planning to continue this story. Things should be stopped before they get stale. But as @Abstar was saying, I will try my best to come up with similar stories very soon.

thanks again for your support.