[garamrohan]

Hello friends. I believe that many of my old friends from xossip have joined xossipy and hope they might remember of the story "The Holy Savior - mother and grandma strive to save child with the help of a sadhu"  which I originally posted on xossip. I remember the story was loved by the readers that time. 

One thing I noticed here on the forum is, many people like the stories in category -'son watches mother with other man'. As the category is popular and this story falls under the category, I thought of restarting the series here. 

I expect to get similar kind of response from you over here. Thanks and Enjoy.

P.S. - having said of responses I am not seeking only goodies and praises. Your suggestions and even poking if you feel I didn't match your expectation are all welcome. Just stay in touch. Thanks.

[garamrohan]

Part - I

Some incidences make lasting impression on your mind throughout your life - especially those childhood incidences. But there are unfortunates like me for whom childhood is not as glorious as most children. Many of my personality disorders, I believe have their roots in one of my childhood incidences. Today, when I think about that incidence through the eyes of an adult, it feels like it wasn't my fault at all and however strange and tragic that incident was; it would have been happened with anybody. 

My name is Aditya and I was too young to understand what has happened at that time. But you know, there is this thing called memory which stores down every significant incidences you went through in your life; mostly bad, dark ones. Only to tie you down to your past; to reveal their true meaning as you grow up; and to haunt you over your life thereafter.  Today, I am going to tell you that true incidence which turned my life into a misery. 

My father is a business man and frequently travel outside. From my childhood, I have been staying most of my time with my Mother and grandma. My grandma - Savitri was a religious lady and was very superstitious. My mother Arpita was totally controlled by my grandma on this. My grandma used to tell the stories of sin and salvation that can arise if the path of faith and righteousness is followed or not. Mummy's mind was totally molded by my grandma and she always remain tensed on the fact that she may not be able fulfill the roles and responsibility that my grandma expect from her.

My father on the other hand was a non believer and generally mocks at my Mummy and my grandma for their belief and superstition.

There was old maid servant who used to work at our house. Everyone used to call her Sita Mousi even though she was almost same age as my grandma. Once I had overheard the discussion between Sita Mousi and my grandma. Sita Mousi's daughter-in-law ran away with her lover and then she was saved by one Swamiji. That Swamiji told to them that she was hypnotized by her lover and he performed 'yagya' to save her from her evil lover. She used to talk about strange power that Swamiji possessed.

My grandma was influenced by Sita Mousi words and one day decided to call Swamiji when my father went outside for his work. That day I saw Swamiji for first time. And I didn’t happen to have good opinion about him; to be honest, I got afraid of him. He was big, old guy with long beard; with dark complexion and fiery eyes you can’t dare to look into. This was the first time, I have seen a man as big and scary as him. My grandma and Mummy invited him in our house and they started talking to him. I was so afraid I was hardly able to concentrate on what my Mummy and grandma was discussing with him.

In the night, when my Mummy took me to bed, I could not stop myself from asking her-"Who is he?"

Mummy smiled and said-"Are you afraid of him.."

I felt insulted-"Why are you saying so?...I am afraid of him.."

Mummy laughed-"I saw your face...you are so frightened..you ran away..."

Swamiji used to visit us quiet often in our house. Grandma and Mummy were mesmerized by his presence in our house and try to please him. Mummy sometime used to talk to my father about this Swamiji. She also used to bring me in front of Swamiji and usually ask him to give me his blessing. Then Swamiji used to put his big palm over my head and looked into my eyes directly and say something which I never able to comprehend.

But there was something in his eyes which make my tongue go dry, foot go weak. I don’t know what that was but it made me feel so insecure. I saw my Mummy and my grandma gradually falling for this Swamiji. Whatever he speak to them seems to be divine word for them.

One day i saw Mummy literally arguing with my dad about this Swamiji.

Mummy-"why don't you take this seriously?...It is a matter of our own child."

Father-"you are becoming just like Maa...I cannot spend money on this..."

Mummy-"Swamiji has never asked for money...you always think about money.."

Father-"Then why are you telling me about this?"

Mummy-"You are the man of this house...Did I ever done anything without asking you...Maa-ji is always pushing me...and it is for the good of our child.."

Father-"I know who is behind you...I will talk to Maa...There is no need of any puja...I told you I don't like that Swamiji's coming to our house and do any bullshit...you don't know about these people...all are thief."

Mummy felt insulted when dad called Swamiji as thief. I saw her face turned red but she never argued with dad when she become angry. All she could say, "if you have courage saying Swamiji as thief, say it in front of your mother."

Dad did not care and started looking into his business documents.

Mummy went away from the room. Later when I came out from my room and saw my Mummy talking to the grandma on this.

grandma was telling Mummy-"I don't care what my son say. we will have the puja when he will be away."

And it really happened, this time when dad went outside of our house, my grandma called Swamiji for Puja.

I could remember that day when I came from my college at noon and saw the puja going inside our balcony. I sawSwamiji sitting straight in front of fire and my Mummy and my grandma sitting on other side of fire with their hand folded and eyes closed.

I was about to say something, when Sita mousi who was standing near me looked at me and show me an indication for keeping quiet. There was one more person sitting beside Swamiji helping him with the 'yagya'. I observed that the new person's eyes were continuously rolling over my Mummy's body. My Mummy did not notice that as she has immersed herself in the yagya with her eyes closed reciting what Swamiji was reciting.

Sita mousi came near me and whispered-"Let me take you to your room."

Sita mousi took me to our room and told me to stay there. I told mousi that I am feeling hungry. She told me she will be back with food. After few minutes I saw my Mummy entering with some biscuit and water and asked me to have it quickly as Swamiji is waiting for me. I was taken to yagya and I sat beside Mummy when yagya was getting performed. I was asked to recite the prayer and my Mummy was helping me in throwing ghee over the Agni. As the fire was rising up with the pouring of ghee in it, I could see the fiery eyes of the Swamiji and this follower fixed on my Mummy upper torso.

After the yagya was done, I could hear Swamiji talking to my grandma on the next puja.

Swamiji-"We need to start the next set of Puja soon in our ashram."

grandma-"Swamiji...you know my son does not believe on this and he will be angry if he comes to know that I have sent my daughter-in-law to your ashram."

Swamiji-"But I am not inviting your daughter-in-law alone. You can come with whole family and take rest in ashram."

grandma-"I was initially planning to send my son and daughter-in-law in your ashram but I don't think he will go..."

Swamiji-"I was saying for the welfare of your grand child...I am seeing a great threat coming in his way."

grandma-"please Swamiji...do something..he is the heir of our family...if something happen to him ..what will happen to us?"

Swamiji-"This puja cannot guarantee the safety of your family successor. This can hold the threat for few days till it strike back."

Grandma look upset. After Swamiji and his follower left, I saw my grandma talking to my Mummy asking her to convince my father but my Mummy responded-"Maaji...I cannot change his mind..you know your own son..."

Days passed by, one day when I went outside to play with my friends, i got stung by a snake. i was playing when this happened, one of my friend cried out warning me and then I saw it near me. I had never seen a snake like this, the skin of the snake was a mixture of red and yellow. The moment I felt the bite sensation in my body, i lost my sense.

When I opened my eyes, i found myself in hospital with my Mummy, my father and my grandma standing beside me. I saw the doctor talking to the nurse and finally asked my father to come with him outside. I felt severe headache and has a sensation of my body burning. Mummy with tear stained eyes came near me and say-"How are you feeling now...darling?"

I was hardly able to speak. I had a sensation that something got chocked inside my throat.

After few minutes, I saw doctor coming inside and asked nurse -"Is the boy able to speak?"

Nurse shook her head in a negative manner. I saw my father coming inside.

Mummy almost cried seeing my father-"Why is he not speaking?"

My Father-"You need to control yourself..nothing has happened to our son."

My father came near me and asked-"Did you see how the snake looks?"

I tried to speak but felt pain on my throat.

Doctor told my family-"Leave him alone...He need some rest."

After one days, I was discharged from the hospital as I was out of danger by then but doctor warned my parents to take good care of me as the venom had weakened me. I was taken to my home. In few days, I was able to talk and do my daily activities like before, but there was no improvement in my physical appearances including height and weight. I started to get tired too early. 

One day I heard my father arguing with my Mummy and my grandma regarding me. My grandma was continuously insisting to visit the Swamiji with my Mummy and me. My father got infuriated with this told my grandma that-"Your grand child condition is not good and doctor told me not to allow him to go outside. Try to understand, whatever has bitten your grand child is a rare snake and unless doctor find antidote to that poison, I don't want my child to go anywhere."

My grandma shouted back-"I have told you that our Swamiji has already predicted that there is a threat coming to your child...you did not listen.."

Mummy supported grandma-"Please let us visit the Swamiji's ashram… what is the problem in that?...you have seen that he is not getting cured by the doctor.."

with my feeble feet, I rise and came near our door. This time my father shout back with angry tone-"I don't want my child to go anywhere!!! Tomorrow, I will leave because I have some unfinished work but i don't want him to be taken anywhere during my absence...I will touch-base with the doctor on this."

My Mummy saw me standing and say-"sweetheart..why you are here?"

She came near me and took me to the room.

I asked-"Mummy...why dad is so angry?"

she kissed on my forehead and said-"Don't worry...He is tensed about you."

I asked-"what has happened? why dad is tensed? ...Is something bad happened to me?"

“nothing beta…” she hold me tight.. I could feel her sobbing. 

[garamrohan]

Part II 

After that heated argument between my dad and orthodox lady–duo of our family, I didn’t hear about that Swamiji in our house. But soon father left for the business trip and I noticed that Mummy and grandma were planning to call Swamiji again. And it wasn’t unexpected to me; they were having such a faith on that Swamiji that I knew dad’s warning won’t stop them from bringing Swamiji in matter of my health. I didn’t know if that Swamiji has some divine powers, for me, the truth was, he was the man which I feared most in my life. I still doubt what was in him that I feared most – maybe his fiery eyes? his long beard? or his voice with which used to literally shook my heart. 

One day, when I was playing in the veranda, I overheard grandma talking with Swamiji, “I have already tell you Mataji, the “yagya” is of essential part of adhishtan we have undertook to save your grandson from the evil. The task is not that easy as you might think and “yagya” is only part of that adhishtan. How will you secure your heir if you stumble across such a little things?”

“But swamiji.. you know well.. my son is against all this. We are seeking your help itself behind him.. I am worrying if somehow he got to know that we were at your ashram, he will be angry and may restrict us from carrying out further rituals. Thus I humbly request you, please arrange puja here.”

“Mata..,” said he, “As I told you before, I don’t have problem arranging puja here.. in fact, we have performed earlier pujas here only.” He turned his face to other side and said, “but now the time has changed, the evil has reached very close. I could even sense his effect here on your vastu.” His words scared grandma. I could see her face fainted. He further continued, “How can a divine rituals like this be conducted in such vastu?” further he added, “Its now up to you. You have to chose what you can afford – going by your son’s wish or coming to ashram and clear the life thread off your grandson. God bless you all..” and he left for his ashram.

So by then, I made up my mind to go to ashram as I knew well how much Mummy and grandma were concerned regarding my safety. That night sita mousi told my grandma and mom that Swamiji has allowed to come grandma along with Mummy and me. But she has to live in outer shelters away from the huts at middle – near the yadnya kund which are build up for bhakts coming for yagya. And Swamiji wasn’t expecting grandma to attend yagya that time. Soon Mummy and grandma conveyed their consent through sita mousi and requested to arrange yagya earliest possible. I was very scared knowing that now I will be living in that Swamiji’s ashram for few days. 

And withing couple of days, we end up into one of the huts at middle of the ashram. My mummy was wearing a beautiful yellow saree and looked so gorgeous that when we were walking to our hut I felt like all the ashram personnel and Bhakts were watching at us only. Hardly had we entered and placed our bags, Swamiji come there along with his assistants.

Mummy and I bowed before him. He smiled and blessed us. But I felt like his eyes were continuously roaming over mummy’s body. His assistants also stunned to see a beautiful woman like my mother. 

“Beti, you are going to live in this room until 'yagya' samapti”, he continued further, “and so you should also follow aashram’s rules and rituals.” mummy nodded in yes. 

Beside Swamiji there was standing a young girl, hardly twenty years old, wearing the same saffron colored saree and blouse which all other women in ashram were wearing. She was calm, beautiful but her innocent eyes looked like lost into thoughts. 

“This is Anagha, Swamiji introduced that girl, she lives in very next hut of yours. She will guide you about the cultures of our ashram.” saying this Swamiji once again eyed mummy and left along with his disciples leaving Anagha behind. Mummy and Anagha looked at each other and smiled.

Soon they two became good friends. Anagha guided her with all the to-dos, mantras and code of conducts of the ashram. She helped mummy with getting saffron cloths for her and have them properly stitched first day itself. Except our 'yagya' time; and at night when Anagha is required to go to Swamiji’s hut for seva, mummy and Anagha were always together. But that left me alone, in that boring and kind of horror environment of ashram. I was spending day after days just lying in bed. 

But that was not the toughest part for me. It was too much for me to seat at 'yagya' for hours continuously – saying 'swaha...' and pouring ghee in agni. I was getting tired but couldn’t dare to say in presence of that strict Swami. On the other hand I could easily see my mummy exposed to filthy eyes of that Swamiji and his disciples. My mummy was really a beautiful woman in her mid-thirties, she was fair like moon, her skin and body was so soft and delicate that even an hour walk in afternoon used to cause rashes to her skin. Her silky hair were dark and long reaching below her waist. She was having fabulous figure with heavy chest and spectacular swinging bottom. She was looking nothing less than goddess in that saffron saree which she wore in most modest manner covering all her body and taking pallu over her head. And I felt like Swamiji was mad for her cause all the time he hardly used to give me attention. All the time he talked with my mummy giving her instructions, impressing her how he cares about me. Actually I thought he was flirting her. 

I actually don’t know whether mummy really understood that or not. But whenever Swamiji overdid it, she looked little hesitate. Swamiji used to stare her all the time through 'yagya'. And many times I had noticed tent in his dhoti and his mantra broken by deep moan; especially when my mummy was asked to take duck into water pond next to 'yagyakunda'and then seat at 'yagya'. Each day, after such return of mummy, Swamiji seemed to be forgetting his mantras in-between and was constantly eyeing my mummy with water dripping from over her body and wet cloths.

I could notice that his male disciples also used to roam surrounding the 'yagya' gazing my mummy during our yagya time. All these days, hardly 1 to 2 times my grandma was allowed to meet us. But she was happy with this and constantly instructed us to follow Swamiji’s every order. 

It was one fine morning. Anagha looked much relieved that day as her parents were coming to take her with them. From the very morning she was in our hut, putting her chin on her elevated, left knee she was lost into thoughts, as always. 

“So now our princess going home today isn’t? huh.. just don’t forget your didi in your quest for prince.. that’s all I can hope”, mummy said in teasing tone as she was picking cloths for laundry. I was lying on the bed looking at the sunlight coming through the gaps at the top of the hut. Anagha talked nothing and started sobbing covering her face with her hands. 

“Hey what happened Anagha? Did I say something wrong?”, mummy came to her and asked patting her. 

“No it’s not your fault nor is my parent’s. It’s my misfortune”

“Ohh...,” mummy signed, “I hope you don’t mind sharing your pains with me Anagha, you will feel much relieved.” said mummy. 

And then Anagha revealed her story to mummy. She was from a rich orthodox family. Her parents, grandparents all loved her so much. So she was given all the freedom for pursuing her education. But when she turned 20, parents were concerned about her marriage. And that’s when this family got shock of life. When they went for consulting with a jyotishi, they were told that, the kundli of Anagha suggest there is no marital happiness if her life and if they somehow married her, her husband would die within a year. 

“And then, one day, one of our relative told us of this Swamiji and his deity powers. After meeting him, my parents who are all orthodox; rather superstitious I would say, made firm belief that, Swamiji could clear the ‘so called’ dosha in my kundli. Huh..”, she sighed, “You tell me didi, how could a well educated girl would believe in such nonsense..”, her eyes were full of tears.

“Shuuuu… keep quite,” mummy said looking around, “Why in the first place you are questioning Swamiji’s power? I would rather say that your parents have taken right decision. Have faith on him Anagha. Swamiji will bring you out of trouble for sure.”

Anagha simply laughed disappointedly. “Who else knows your Swamiji better than me? That womanizer.. bloody bastard… he ruined all my life and you think he will safeguard my future…”, her eyes were red with anger.

“What are you saying Anagha?”, mummy was shocked and angry with the words Anagha used for Swamiji.

“Do you know what he does with me at night? At his hut?”, she continued, “What kind of seva I am expected to do all the night, have you ever gave it a thought?”

From expression of my mummy’s face I was sure that she realized what Anagha was trying to say. mummy was quite and it seemed like her body was shaking with the intuition of what she was going to hear.

“That bastard spoiled me… all these 7 nights I am lying under him and he crushed down my chastity, my womanly pride...”, tears were rolling down over her cheeks, “and he argued that by bedding with me he has become my first husband and thus the man I marry in future will not be affected by misfortune, again portraying himself as the mahatma who bangd me in my interest only. “, she continued further, “Now tell me didi, how can I face my to be husband, whom I fancy to give myself entirely, eternally; with my virginity lost to this leech.”

Mummy’s face turned pale but she still managed to speak with stammering voice, “I think Anagha, you are misunderstanding Swamiji. If he says so, it really would be only way to avail you a married life.”

“Don’t try to persuade me didi for I believe that you too are doubtful about Swamiji’s intentions, aren’t you? Haven't you sensed his lustful gaze? I have noticed many times that you become disturbed with his presence don’t you didi?” Anagha said.

“Oh just shut up Anagha. I know you are having rational view and you don’t believe in our Swamiji’s power but that don’t allow you to insult him in any way. I can’t bear any more of this.” mummy replied but this time her confidence was much lower.

Mummy was preparing herself and me to visit 'yagya' place. She was disturbed now by the conversation with Anagha. 

“Do you know didi why I shared this with you?.. This is because I think of you as important part of my life, like my dear elder sister, and so I am worrying for you.. Please try to understand me and get out of this ashram as soon as possible. My parents are coming today to take me and I fear that after me that wolf will target you. He is so mad after you didi. The day you came here, he called my parents to take me with them so that he could have you as replacement for seva. Please run away… as soon as possible.” Anagha warned in caring tone.

Mummy just listened it and left for 'yagya' with me without replying her. When we returned at afternoon after finishing vidhi for that day, Anagha had been left with her parents.

[garamrohan]

Part III 

Though Mummy didn’t show, she was surely frightened by the Anagha’s warning; which increased further when the very next day Anagha left, Swamiji asked her to stay at his hut at night for seva. When Swamiji said this after completing vidhi of that day, I was convinced that Anagha was right and we should left the Ashram as soon as possible.

I looked in Mummy’s eyes. She looked startled. 

“But Swamiji, will it be okay if I perform seva at day time…”

“You seem to forget what you and your mother-in-law promised me. Ashram has its own rules and regulations and I had told you in advance that it could not be compromised for anybody. The yachak, the one for whom yagya is performed, stays here for his personal well-being, peaceful future. God is great. He doesn’t expect anything from his bhakta. Nor he permits us to seek anything from bhakts. That’s why I haven’t said a word about money, have I? But a fruit without karma is not favored. You have to return something; for the things you get. And I am not asking for any of materialistic possession. Don’t you have read about how shishyas used to work at their gurukul? What else I am asking for you except your heartily devoted service?”

“I didn’t mean it Swamiji but how can I left my son alone in hut. Even maaji is not here.”, Mummy tried to defend but Swamiji didn’t listen her and stood up in anger and left for his hut. 

“I am expecting you to come by 8 to my hut...” He said without turning back to us as he walked fast toward his hut.

That whole day Mummy was disturbed. And further she couldn’t share it with grandma who would have yelled over her for not obeying Swamiji. She was restlessly walking in the hut and playing with her pallu, frequently looking at the clock. At one time I thought that she would go to the Swamiji but as clock showed up 8:30, I was relieved that Mummy was wise enough for not going there and kind of happier that now Swamiji will throw us out of Ashram the next day and I am going to get home at last. 

My Mummy tied her long hairs into bun and started preparing bed for us when one of the female disciple of Swamiji come to hut and told Mummy that Swamiji has asked her to come to him as soon as possible and she could bring me with her if she wish. I was disappointed but Mummy looked little happy. Maybe she thought Swamiji won’t do any unfair if I am with her.

She properly pinned saree and took pallu on head and brought me along with her with a bag containing blankets for us. 

I was surprised with the luxurious interior of Swamiji’s hut. That hut was much bigger than others. Though we were staying there since few days, it doesn’t happen to go to his hut. The lovely interior and paintings in the outer hall looked royal and costly. The lady disciple left us to the hall and told Mummy that Swamiji is waiting for her in rest room.

Mummy somehow gathered courage and we entered his room. He was lying on a big bed. Though from outside it looked like hut, it wasn’t case from inside. It was no less than palace. There swamiji was lying on the bed with closed eyes. Beside the bed there was bucket full of plenty of fruits and all stuff. 

“Pranam Swamiji…” Mummy and I bowed before him.

Hearing Mummy’s voice he woke up instantly. I felt him overjoyed. I guess he was unsure whether Mummy would come to him or not. 

“Oh come Putri.. Come..” Hsis face looked happy and I could feel same with his voice.

Mummy advanced along with me and we both touched his feet. He blessed her and asked her to seat on his bed. He was so excited by my mummy’s arrival that he kept smiling all the time. It took him huge effort to at last give attention towards me and he said.

“This poor child will not get proper sleep here.. you know.. it may take 3 at night for us to sleep. And you know sadhu guys like us. We can’t keep our tongue from singing praises of prabhu (god). That’s why I generally don’t allow children here but anyway make bed for him. He pointed to the floor at his left hand”, he said as he stretched his body.

Mummy was preparing my bed and I was looking at Swamiji standing near the bed. He was constantly looking at my Mummy. It looks like his eyes were eating her beauty. Mummy laid me on bed and while covering me with blanket her pallu fell down. 

“mmmmmmmmm… atisundar…”, the moan come from the the Swamiji’s mouth.

I looked at him and he was looking at Mummy’s chest with wide eyes. Mummy hurriedly took pallu over her head again and asked me to sleep. I pretended to sleep but all my attention was to be on Swamiji and Mummy. My heart was trembling with these events.

“Come putri… press my legs..” he said. Mummy went to his bed. Though my eyes were closed I could sense her movements by sounds of her bangles and anklets. 

“Don’t hesitate.. Seat on bed and press properly..”, Swamiji said

“No I am fine here..”, Mummy said. She must be pressing his legs standing near his bed.

“Oh Putri.. I told you na.. Sit comfortably..”, Swamiji insisted.

I gave a quick look and she was sitting at the edge of bed and pressing his legs.

Swamiji was constantly making disgusting sounds.. “mmm… aaaahh… good… it feels so nice..”

“you have very soft hands Putri..aaaaah… come press upwards..”, I was shocked so looked at them. Swamiji pulled his pitamber (dhoti) up and exposed his legs up to knees.. Mummy was silently pressing his legs. Her eyes were down to his legs and when I looked at Swamiji I felt like he was licking lips looking at my Mummy. 

“Putri… aaah.. Your soft hand are doing magic on my tired feet. May your wish come to fulfillment soon.”, he elevated his head a bit and looks at Mummy’s fair, soft hand full of bangles pressing his knees.. and then he pulled his pitamber even more up showing Mummy his most of the thighs.

“Mmm.. press my thighs too putri.. They are feeling stiff due to sitting.”, Swamiji said still looking at her without lowering her head.

Mummy was surely hesitated. And off course, how would woman react if she was asked to put her hand over thigh of other man? Her hands were stuck near Swamiji’s knee. Swamiji must have read her mind he promptly grabbed her hands and put it on her thigh.. “like this Putri.. aaaaaah…” he moaned. 

I was completely shocked and so was Mummy, I could see her tensed up face. She was not even once looked up. Swamiji had held Mummy’s hand and was rubbing her hands on his bare thighs and were constantly moaning.. “aaah… that’s it… your hands are really soft.. aaaaah”. I guess this was too much for Mummy she pulled away her hands from Swamiji’s hands. 

“Excuse me Swamiji..” she said and stood up from the bed and took water. As she drank water, the glass was also shaking. 

Swamiji seemed experienced man to me. He then properly covered her thighs and was looking at Mummy. As my Mummy came and was lying near me he said. “Putri… it’s not done yet..”, with a smile on his face as always.
 
Mummy reluctantly stood up again. And again checked if her saree is proper or not. I had never seen her in such a tension until then.

“Come.. Press my head now.. its paining a lot..”, Swamiji laid flat now.

Mummy this time also went near him and started massaging his head while standing. 

“Be seated Putri… this time Swamiji took her hand in hand and made her sit near his head..”, Mummy signed with his touch but kept pressing his head.

There was so much silence that I could hear minute movement of them. 

“Aaahahaha… so nice… pain fled away with your touch only Putri…,” He moaned, “so soft hands… and sounds of your bangles.. hmmmm… I wouldn’t mind hearing them for eternity…”, he looked at Mummy.

“You know putri what bangles and anklets suggests?” He didn’t wait for answer from her and further added, “It suggests that the woman is married. She is pativrata. Yes Putri you are true pativrata.. so delicate, so beautiful…” Swamiji stopped her praises only when Mummy’s face turned red. Then he continued, “Do you know the aradhana up to now was nothing as compared to what comes ahead. Vrata from this onward is just too much for a delicate, beautiful woman like you..”

“I tell you putri, you are my most favorite devotee, like Radha to Krishna you know. So I would like you keep away from future struggle and suggest you simplest path I have found especially from concern of you...,” Swamiji said.

“What’s that Swamiji?” Mummy asked in curiosity. Now her hands stopped pressing Swamiji’s head. Swamiji wake up and sit near Mummy.

“Putri. You don’t need to conduct years of aradhana for safety of your son. We only have to make sure that he stays under the influence of holy spirit.” he said and moved little close to Mummy.

“But how can we?”

“That’s what I am telling you now.. Putri.. but you have to trust me. We have to make sure that my ansh will be in your house all the time. And this can be possible only if I mate with you Putri…”, what Swamiji said made my heart stop. Mummy also jumped up and stood away from Swamiji looking at him in disbelief.

“What are you saying Swamiji…” Mummy did not believe what she had heard.

“Yes putri.. Yours and mine union.. Your second child, born with my holy seed will be the savior of your son..” Swamiji added..

“It won’t happen at any cost…” This was first time I realised firmness in Mummy’s voice. “I couldn’t even think on anybody beside my husband and you asking of.. chee.. I should have understand it the first time Anagha told me about you.” Mummy said.

“You fool, you are misguided, It’s not betrayal at all, I am talking in your interest only. This is the best way to save your child putri.. Our child will be powerful and knowledgeable like me. I am offering you this cause you are so pativrata and pure otherwise I don’t let every woman bear my child.” Swamiji seemed little panic.

“And I had to do it with Anagha for securing her future. It was not for my pleasure. Now also I am asking you do this because the further course of aradhana is so harsh that you cannot bear it my child.. Please”, Swamiji added.

“Then let it be so.. I would go through any struggle but I won’t compromise with my chastity.” Mummy was so confident in her voice. She lay near me with her face toward me. I saw Swamiji angrily sleeping on his bed.

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Thank you very much abastar, veerasamy, biosys, aikajulia and rohan69. I really appreciated your early comments and I will surely try to write sequeal of this story which has concluded earlier in xossip.

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Thanks buddy for re posting the story, and like all wish you continue from where you left off in xossip. And wish to know why Rebooted mean now, are we expecting part of them to be re written.

Biosys

Well a dictionary reads rebooting as a act of starting something again or doing something again, in a way that is new and interesting. 
And I hope you expecting me to do that only. ??? Indeed I didnt just copy pasted the story. I have already started editing the original posts as I brought them here. Thank and stay in touch.

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Thank you mn60, kaatre and givemeextra. Next updates will be posted tomorrow.

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Part IV 

I can never forget that night, swamiji has told mummy to come to him alone as she isn’t required to stay there for seva. So after dinner mummy alone left for his hut. It seemed to me like the firm stand taken by mummy has worked very well. Despite all the hectic, tedious rituals imposed on her, she didn’t break and didn’t leave a chance to Swamiji for complaining about her to grandma. I enjoyed watching Swamiji getting defeated and helpless but at the same time I was concerned why he would have called her alone so I slowly followed her. I felt on that day, there were no bhakts in central huts as there were no lights coming from any huts; save our own and Swamiji’s hut.

I stood beside the door of the hut and was looking in from little slot. Mummy was modestly standing in front of him. “Yes swamiji… You asked me to come... So here I am...”

Swamiji was at a window, with his back to mummy. He was looking at the light coming from distant huts of outer circle of ashram in one of which, my grandma was living. Hearing mummy’s voice he turned back instantly.

“Oh come Putri.. I was waiting for you only,” he said. A smile appeared on his face as he advanced toward mummy. “I should admit that I have never seen woman like you, a true pativrata, with such a high commitment towards her son, her family. There is no doubt that you are going to clear all the obstacles in the difficult path to save your child. But I felt so sorry to see a delicate woman like you undergoing such a harsh aaradhana. In fact that’s why I called you, to relive you from this pain.”

Mom’s was facing to Swamiji so I couldn’t see her but she didn’t say anything.

“Putri, do you remember the remedy I told you earlier? To offspring a child whose presence will keep that evil power away from your son?” Swamiji talked in rather soft tone with rigid face.

Mom with her face still down said, “I think I have conveyed my opinion on this issue so we better not...”

“Let me complete it first Putri,” Swamiji said, “I understand that for normal people like you sex and desire are interwoven things. One cannot exist without other. And so my proposal to make you pregnant with my child would have created doubt in your mind that I am lusting for you.”

He turned other way and continued, “But the reality is I want to keep promise I made to your mother-in-law. I could not let her trust broke. So I have come up with a solution.”

Mummy was still silent listening him with her eyes fixed on floor. Probably she was feeling very awkward that time.

Swamiji pointed towards an apple placed on table beside and said, “You see that apple? That is sacred fruit. I have taken lot of efforts to do sanskaran over this fruit. This fruit is nothing but you can think it as replication of my soul.” Further he continued, “The woman eating this will give birth to child who possesses power and strength like me. I hope that will not offend your fidelity.”

Swamiji took the plate in hand and come to mother to hand it over her, “Now have this fruit and soon you will be blessed by savior of your heir.”

Mummy was stunned. She didn’t know how to reply.

“And for god’s sake don’t ever doubt intentions of saints like me. We have broke down the web of materiality far earlier my Putri. God bless you and your child. I hope I don’t have to face you and your mother-in-law again.” Swamiji was talking with plain face.

“Sorry… swamiji...,” mummy fell at his leg and started crying, “I was so wrong to think of you in that way. You were trying to save my son and I… I promise swamiji I will follow all your teachings all over my life.. I… I….”

“Hmm…,” swamiji interrupted her, “Putri I don’t think you really have trust left over me. I have noticed change in your behavior since you came in contact with a specific lady bhakta. You are promising me of daily aaradhana but I even doubt you will consume that fruit or not. There will be room for doubt in your mind, always.”

“No swamiji I believe you fully.. How can I assure you?” mummy was literally crying.

“If so my putri... Consume the food in front of me... Right here...”, swamiji strongly put his words.

“As you wish swamiji, ” mummy said as she stand up and put apple to mouth.

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Part V

Swamiji leisurely observed mummy eating that apple. Hardly before an hour, my mummy was concluding him to be womanizer and now suddenly his clever talk and generous way with which he treated her changed mummy’s opinion for him. Not only that, she also felt sorry for doubting Swamiji. Now she was again, like before, ready to bow before this saint.

As she took several bites, she stopped with confusing face. I thought that apple was too big to finish for mummy. She had dinner with me before coming there and as that fruit was prasad, she must be worrying how she could leave it unfinished.

But suddenly she spoke, “Swamiji,.. this apple tastes...”

“Its taste have been changed due to sanskaran done over it Putri... don’t worry... eat it...” Swamiji didn’t let her complete her sentence.

“But Swamiji…<cough> <cough>…,” she coughed, “It’s.. it tastes so bitter… I feel like…,” and she bent forward and looks like she was about to vomit.

“Take it easy Putri… eat slowly... Don’t let it go waste.. It has took me lot of efforts…,” Swamiji said. For which mummy nodded.

“Be seated…” he asked mummy to seat in one of the aasan and threw himself into aasan next to her. He was constantly looking at mummy who was struggling to consume fruit, now taking very small bites. He has been successful in regaining mummy’s faith but deep in my heart I knew that this man is not trustworthy.

“After you eat this Putri, your next conceived child will born with distinguished power and abilities and he will protect your heir, your son.” Swamiji said, “But again you have to make sure that beej-dharan (fertilization) should take place in spiritual environment – there should not be shadow of negativity, sin over your mating session.” Swamiji said calmly.

I knew mummy was feeling uncomfortable with sexual matter again initiated by Swamiji and it doesn’t hide from Swamiji either. He further added, “I am telling you this because your husband is atheist so you have to be more careful.”

“ah.. ji Swamiji..” mummy nodded. She hadn’t consumed even half of the apple by then.

“And one more thing, you have to get impregnated within a week after which the effect of this sanskarit fruit will be nullified.” Swamiji threw his next bouncer.

I was shocked as much as mummy, “But Swamiji what if I didn’t stay pregnant during this week, it seems difficult to me cause my husband rarely…,” mummy realized it won’t be right to speak what she was about to.

Swamiji’s eyes sparkled hearing these words, but he controlled himself and said, “There shouldn’t be any problem Putri.. Especially…,” He stood up and continued, “Especially for a beautiful woman like you. One would be surely impotent if he doesn’t arouse in your presence.” Swamiji complemented her. I wonder how this great saint was making statement like this which only means, if to be said in informal words – mummy is damn sexy.

“No no Swamiji… I didn’t mean that, I mean to say my husband is businessman. And he had to travel a lot for business.. so.” mummy clarified.

“So what Putri? Doesn’t he have any responsibility towards his family? His mother, his son and wife like you?.. Would a week spend with you will get him out of his business? I have to say Putri.. I haven’t seen a dumb and arrogant man like your hubby...” Swamiji roared.

I knew how much mummy loved my father so she must have controlled her anger a lot while silently listening Swamiji’s poking words.

“If he won’t come, then WHO WILL?” Swamiji said in rather soft tone with stress over last two words.

Swamiji carefully looked at mummy who was looking down, probably her eyes were closed and her left leg thumb was rubbing over floor. She had stopped eating with her fingers tightly holding apple in her hand.

Swamiji took two steps ahead and asked, “Are you okay Putri, are you feeling strange?”

“Ah... ah..”, mummy looked at him standing just couple of feet away from her.. “No Swamiji… I am very well…,” she said but then I could see her face confused.

“Oh then consume it Putri... Why you have stopped?” Swamiji seemed to be persistent. Then I felt that there is something wrong, why he asked mummy is she feeling strange and now insisting her to eat that fruit which as per mummy’s experience, tasted very bad.

When mummy tried large bites of fruit, in order to finish that once in all, she experienced severe cough and she asked for water.

Swamiji immediately turned towards his bedroom door but then again stopped and asked her to go to his bedroom and take it herself. As mummy went for water, he followed her to his bedroom and I took this opportunity to enter the hut. I moved very silently and stood against the walls of bedroom and gave my ear carefully.

“Swamiji, will it be okay if I finish this apple later? I think I couldn’t eat it now...” I heard mummy convincing Swamiji.

“Hmm... you and your husband... You don’t take prasad and your hubby don’t have time... Seems like I myself have to do something.” I heard him coming near door so I stood alerted in case I had to hide but he suddenly closed the door from inside.

“Wh..wh..why you closing door Swamiji?”, mummy stammered.

“Nothing beti.. Its just feeling cold tonight isn’t?” I could sense Swamiji moving away from door.

“Ahh.. Swamiji I think I have to go now…,” mummy said..

“Why? Are you feeling dull, sleepy? Huh?” Swamiji enquired.

“Am I supposed to?” mummy’s poking question remained unanswered for some time. I thought she must have realized it was a big mistake to come to Swamiji that night.

I think mummy was about to get out of room cause Swamiji asked her to stay there for some more time. “You didn’t answered my important query.” Swamiji said.

“And what’s that?” mummy was still away from door as per my guess.

“Keep patience… Sit on the bed and then answer. You know what I am asking you…” Swamiji said.

By now I was desperate to see what’s really happening there. If mummy is slightly dubious about intentions of Swamiji why she is still there… Oh I forget that Swamiji is near door.. Oh god.. I was not able to hold my eagerness and searched for way to peek inside. And a kick of joy flew through my nerves.

Just 2 feet above my head, there was small window-like opening in the wall of bedroom; probably made for ventilation. It was profusely packed by crossed strips of bamboo; that’s why I was not able to comprehend it at first sight. I looked around for something to stand upon and found a stool which I moved very carefully without making any sound below that opening and looked through it.

My mummy was sitting on bed and looking straight in eyes of Swamiji who was standing before her.

“I don’t think I have any answer nor I need to look for one as long as I have YOUR blessing...”, mummy said with stress on ‘YOUR’. Swamiji was looking at her only.

“If somehow I fail to conceive child within a week ahead, you will help me for sure isn’t?” mummy said in teasing tone… I was simply shocked…. I never expected such words from my mummy.

It was even bigger blow for Swamiji.. With overjoyed, astonished face he asked, “You mean to say.... You don’t have problem with…” he advanced to mummy swiftly.

Mummy, who was standing, giving shying expression by then, suddenly prevented Swamiji to get closer by pushing him by his chest..., “Aanhaa… not now.. Only in case my husband and me don’t come together this week...”

“No... Listen, listen Putri…,” Swamiji hold her soft hands and made her sit on bed again. mummy sighed as he touched her hands but didn’t reacted, “To stay pregnant with your husband’s child is only compromise. I suggested this just because you were reluctant to sleep with me. But as you have come out of that mind barrier, the better way; come, bear my child Putri…,” he tried to embrace her impatiently.

Mummy stopped him but to my shock lovingly convinced him, “Hmm.. Swamiji… I told you na.. Not now… even my son is alone in hut. He has problem with sleeping alone.”

“So much you care for him… and what about all sleepless nights I spend dreaming to intimate with you..” He again tried to get close and this time mummy stood up from the bed.

“So impatient for me.. huh?” mummy said sultrily. I can’t exactly tell what I was feeling at that time. Did I like what was happening before my eyes? But one think I was sure that, mummy was doing something wrong this time. “Seems like Swamiji won’t let me go tonight without seva,” mummy smiled.

“Ohh Arpita... I was looking for this chance from the day I saw you… you too want to do this with me, isn’t?” First time ever I heard Swamiji calling mummy by her name. He was overjoyed for a married, absolutely beautiful lady falling for him. He stood up and took step towards mummy she moved backward till she hit her back with wall. He fixed his both hands at wall trapping mummy in between.

Mummy was also smiling at him naughtily… she played her fingers through his dense, white-black chest hairs, “I am also tired of sleeping alone all over these years.. You know Swamiji, your manly build; your firm voice; I was attracted to you but…,” she looked down bashfully.

“Really?...” Swamiji said as he touched her chin and lifted her beautiful face for kissing.. But mummy swiftly ducked and escaped from his trap but again hold by him. Both were smiling with their hands in hand.

“So you are determined to have me tonight?” mummy asked.

“Absolutely... that’s why I have also kept this ready...” he put hands in a vessel and brought out gajara (jasmine garland to wove in hair). mummy smiled at him. He signaled her to turn her back to him and he himself wove gajara in her hairs around her bun.

“This looks so good in your beautiful hairs...” By putting both hands on her shoulders he smelled it, “aaaaaah...” Suddenly he turned her toward him and looked her lustily from up to down. I could feel lust flowing through his eyes.

“I tell you I have never seen a beautiful women like you... Your curves are too prominent to hide under this well wrapped saree of yours... It would be sight to die for watching you without cloths...” he lustily put his hand to her pallu.

mummy stopped him, “Aaanh…..” moaning seductively she held his hands and took him to bed. Swamiji was very eager to take her in arms but as mummy herself agreed, he might not want to force her.

“Relax Swamiji… Let your dear Putri show you whatever you want..” she seductively said and moved backward putting her hand on her pallu.

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Hello friends... though I was posting story in its new attire, in the updates until now, the changes were very less and those were structural rather than "adding some contents". Now onwards I would try to paint the intimate scenes more boldly as requested by you people. So please stay with me. Let me know your opinions, suggestions, critics. Thanks.

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Thank you very much Biosys, Aikajulia, Abstar, Givemeextra, Veerasammy and mn60. The next update will appear tomorrow evening as today I will be updating one of my other stories. Wish to write something that will boggle your mind!

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What was the secret in that fruit? 

How swamji tested and perfected it.....

Hi bro... the secret is to be revealed in next update itself! meanwhile I leave it to your imagination (and I know how good you are at this my friend ) to think how he would have perfected it...

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Sorry guys.. please allow me some more time. Very busy.

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Part VI
mummy stepped back, looking naughtily at Swamiji who was sitting on bed and looking madly at mummy’s seductive moves. Her hand was on pallu. I felt very bad that my pretending noble mummy is going to pull off her pallu and offer her body to this bastard to fulfill his carnal lust.

And suddenly mummy ran to the door with all her force. For a second I thought she has been successfully escaped. But alerted Swamiji quickly ran towards her. Due to over anxiety her hands struggled at opening door lock and by that time swami caught her from behind.

“Ha ha ha ha… very smart. Huh?”, Swamiji hold her by waist and whirled her in air along with him with filthy laughter.

“No..no..no..”, mummy was jerking her hands and legs. But swamiji was too strong for her. He had lifted her with ease with which one picks up child. “How could I let you go so easily… my queen”, He lead towards bed swinging her in arms and threw her on bed, “Do you think I am fool, huh?”

mummy started sobbing. She crawled back looking at swamiji. “Please Swamiji.. let me go.. for god’s sake..”, she appealed him.

“But I am like god itself for you. I guess that’s what you and your mother-in-law used to say.”, He advanced toward her rubbing his crotch over his pitamber, “Come, serve your god dear”, he bent over bed to hold her in arms but mummy stood up to the other side of the bed.

“Please Swamiji.. I am a pativrata. Don’t spoil me… ”, she was crying and pleading him with her hands folded. Swamiji stood up from bed and walked toward her with lustful eyes. mummy was also moving accordingly around the bed, always staying opposite to swamiji with bed in midst of them. My legs were literally shaking for I knew that it is very unlikely that this weirdo will leave my mummy.

“Don’t worry Arpita, Nobody will get to know..”, swamiji said. He was switching his direction in-between to catch her to which mummy also responded accordingly. “Don’t tease me anymore darling… Let’s have fun”, swamiji literally jumped towards her and he got mummy’s pallu in his hand. mummy who was running ahead stopped several feet away from swamiji as she understood the situation.

“Please leave me swamiji.. I will give you anything you want. “, mummy pleaded.

“ But all I want is you..”, swamiji said pulling her pallu, “I want to taste your beauty darling.. Want to copulate with your lustrous body which is on my minds since the day I saw you..”, and saying this he pulled her pallu, “common… make me happy.. There is no point in protesting now because within few minutes my ‘prasad’ will start taking effect. And you can’t keep me away then anyway… Hehehe…”

“Look we are very rich… I will convince my husband to give you lot of money.. Just let me go now..”, mummy requested with pallu strongly held by her chest.

“well, I don’t mind taking money from your husband dear..”, swamiji loosened his hold on pallu a little and walked couple of steps towards her, “We will surely talk about that once our lovemaking is over.” and he started pulling her pallu like rope pulling, “hahahaha…”.

Due to his force mummy lost hold on her pallu and she got rotated unfolding her saree into swamiji’s hands, “nooooooooooooo…. Nahiiiiiiiiiiiiii… “, she cried.

Swamiji stripped off her saree and sniffed it…, “Ummmm.. aaah,… exotic.”, he moaned looking at mummy with lust.

“Chee…”, mummy responded with disgust. She was in blouse and petticoat and she has crossed her hands over her chest to save her pride from those filthy eyes. “You bastard.. So mean you are.. You call yourself spiritual guru and lusts for..”

“You know what's problem with you?”, Swamiji didn’t let her complete , “You speculate too much.. One should not be making opinions so hard and fast. “, his hands were collecting saree as he talked, “You put so much belief on me when you came here; then that girl changed your mind which takes me lots of effort to regain. Now again you are running from me. I bet you will change your mind once you spend this night with me.” He grinned and threw her saree on bed.

He ran towards her; madly looking at mummy’s bulged chest in blouse, deep cleavage showing up despite mummy's crossed hand and her bare navel. Her attempts to cover were inadequate; of course so much she was blessed, how could her hands cover it all? “Noooooo…”, she cried loudly as swamiji jumped over her.

They both started struggling. Swamiji was trying to embrace her and she was pushing him, preventing him from getting close. It looked like and indeed it was a wrestling competition – the swamiji playing to ‘win’ while mummy playing for ‘not to lose’.

With their hands struggling, he forwarded to kiss her face, her neck. He looked very horny, “common... just give me a chance. I will give you ride to heaven. hahaha”

mummy was moving her head to avoid his beard, ugly face but when he seemed to overpower her she scratched his face and escaped from him. “Aaahhh..”, he yelled but instantly grabbed her by her Hairs.

As she was trying to run; her bun got released and her lustrous, long hairs spread free. With this, the gajara woven in her hairs by swamiji fell on ground. Swamiji pulled her back with her hairs.. “Where are you going my queen..”, and hold her face by other hand to turn towards him. mummy recovered from pain of hair-pull and bit on his wrist.

“Aaaahh……”, he moaned shaking his hand in pain and mummy escaped from his hands again. She stood up in corner again trying to cover her sareeless body with arms.

Swamiji looked at bite mark on his wrist and with smile he sucked on it.. “ummmmm… waaah.. tastes good… why don’t you feed me from your lips itself?” he marched toward her. This time he ducked and picked her up in arms. She was beating his hairy chest and calling for help…, “Please save me… anybody there…bachao…”

“hahahaha.. nobody is going to save you from me.. come..”, He threw her on bed, and said” The ashram is all empty tonight. And beside this, why you would need to be saved from me? Am I hurting you my dear beti? Huh?”, he hold my feared mummy’s both shoulder and forcing her to lie on back, “I am going to make love to you, adore your beautiful body, in a way your fool husband never did..” and saying this he pushed her flat on her back and came over her.

mummy who was shaking with fear suddenly got angry and hit with her leg on the genital of swamiji…”Aaaa.. oh my godddd.. holy shit..”, he fall down on ground with pain and started rolling. mummy quickly jumped out of bed; this time not wasting time to collect saree and rushed toward door but suddenly stopped holding her head. Her eyes closed and face was showing expression like she was having vertigo. All her motions slowed down, “Oh my god… what is happening to me?”, she said.

It seemed that day, odds were all in favour of swamiji, she has almost escaped but ‘timing’ of swamiji’s Prasad was so perfect that it spoiled mummy’s bold effort to escape. As mummy was taking slow steps struggling to maintain her balance, swamiji woke up, probably little relived from the pain and in anger rushed to her. he held her hand and pulled her to him and closed her soft, pink lips with his!

The way he was sucking mummy's lips was out of world. I have never seen this much vigorous kissing till now. His both hands were holding her face and he was delivering wet kisses on her lips. One after one, his lustful kisses soaked their lips with saliva to the extent that goo streamed down there mouth whenever he broke kisses to observe mummy's pretty face. I feel very sick looking the way he was giving her smooches without her consent and making disgusting noise of “muuuuuuah ...muaaaaaah..”.

mummy's motion was paralyzed to much extend. It was clear from her face that she was trying to avoid this, but his body was not in her control. Her hands were trying to push him but with insignificant force. And so swamiji was leisurely tasting sugar of her lips.

Atlast he stopped, and glanced carefully at mummy's pretty face which was hold in hands by him. “So beautiful your are Arpita! Even apsaras (heavenly beauties) will envy for you”, and he softly kissed her cheeks and rubbed his mustache over there. Then he started kissing all over her face, her forehead, her beautiful nose, closed eyes, chin. Then he again kissed her cheeks and licked her cheek with his rough tongue.

He was so excited that he didn’t know what to do. With my beautiful mummy in his arms, his eyes were roaming freely over my mummy’s body and so were his itchy hands. I think it was his dream came true. As he touched, rubbed my mummy’s body he moaned out with eccentric puppy like sounds.

“Hihihi.. You made me wait too long darling.. “, He said and pulled her over his shoulder and brought to bed. He himself sat on bed with ease without worrying mummy would fly away that time. mummy who was standing in front of him; struggling to maintain balance was about to lose her pride, her chastity – by unwillingly getting forced to do things which she probably would have done with my father only.

“ussssssss….aaaaaaaaah…”, swamiji signed as he looked at mummy’s deep belly button hidden under her soft navel. He pinched her belly playfully and stuck his one finger in navel and moved round. Then he pulled out the finger and again inserted it this time wetting it with saliva and rotating it in her deep navel. While doing this he winked at mummy but her eyes were closed.

He pulled out the finger and suddenly buried his face on her fair stomach smooching it, kissing it rubbing his dirty beard face on it and started sucking her navel. mummy’s face showed disgusting reactions but her hands were hardly able to move up to clear his face off her stomach. He sucked hard, piercing his dirty tongue into her navel and sometimes planting wet kisses on her soft belly..

“Swamiji…..plsssssssss… “, all mummy could utter.

“What happened darling..”, swamiji stopped and asked her holding her hand and easily made her sit on his lap with her face away from him. He embraced her with both hand from behind and started rubbing her both thighs over petticoat.

“Swamiji… its not too late yet..”, mummy pleaded.

“I know Arpita.. that’s why I am taking my time.. hehehe..”, He grinned..”, His hands now slowly started to pinch up petticoat and started revealing her thighs.. He moved her one hand around his neck and made her turn her face little close to him. Looking lustfully at her face with this close! Literally I was getting mad..

His one hand was still pulling her petticoat up while he way lost into her facial beauty. Her beautiful hairs, which were freed by swamiji were adding to her beauty. Her few hair strands were spread over her face and creating obstacle for swamiji’s gaze. Swamji blew and tossed them off from her face only to return them over her face. But I bet with this mummy must have felt swamiji’s hot breath. I think he breathed badly, because mummy’s face looked weird with this.

Then swamiji cleared hairs with his finger and touched her luscious lips. He delicately pinched her lips and kissed with disparity. He hold mummy’s chin by one hand not giving her scope to break his kiss. Meanwhile his other hand had finished its task to expose mummy’s creamy thighs and now massaging her thighs sensually.

I was literally dumb… This was first time I was looking at mummy’s thigh. Her extremely fair thighs were smooth like banana stem and glittering due to sweat. It was really exotic sight to see her thighs handled by swamiji’s rough but expert hand as their beaks were interlocked like love birds. When it seems impossible for swamiji to control his breaths, he at last broke kiss.

“Ohh… wow…. Mmmmm”, he moaned as he looked at her naked thighs and quickly complimented its structure by rubbing her thigh sensually. He hands explored her thighs so carefully as potter’s hands moves on his pot. Even I shivered imagining how mummy would be feeling with this. He started kissing her neck while his hands explored inner-outer of her thighs. He rested his head on her right shoulder and started massaging her thighs. mummy’s face showed that she is struggling so much from inside.

I guess with his head rested on her shoulder, mummy’s deep cleavage took his attention. “Oh..my god…” he literally moaned.., “How did I miss this?.. ohh god..”, he looked mesmerized to her huge breasts which seemed to burst out of her blouse anytime. His hands moved to mummy’s chest and he bent to kiss her breasts. But as mummy was sitting on his lap, he was restricted with this. He asked mummy to stand up but mummy was not even able to stand up. He somehow made her stand and caught her between his two folded legs so that she won’t fell down and started playing with her boobs. He was pressing her giant breasts over blouse. With his vulgar moans all the time and indecent praise for mummy. “They are so huge… Arpita… Oh my god.. putri, see, they look so good on your beautiful body.. just like diamond on golden ring aaah..”, and he dived into her chest, even with blouse on, mummy must have really felt swamiji at her most precious treasure, because he was really out of mind. He was rubbing her face on her chest, he kissed madly, tried to grab mound flesh into mouth for sucking.

It seemed really overwhelming for swamiji and equally for me. He started opening her blouse with his shivering hands. So was he excited that it took more than a minute to undo her blouse.. all this time mummy kept saying.. “please swamiji.. no, no, no, no.. “, and cried helplessly.

“Keep quite, Putri..”, He said without giving attention to her, “You too going to enjoy this..”, and at last he managed to get off his blouse and my god… there was my mummy ! simply stunning mature woman! and I guess first woman I have seen in such compromised position - sitting in swamiji’s lap with only a beautiful pink bra managing to cover her magnificent breasts somehow. Her cleavage was looking so damn inviting in her tight bra and on top of that the pendent of her mangalsutra was pierced in her cleavage a little bit. By then beads of sweat started flowing from my body. I didn’t understand what was happening to me but I never experienced such anxiety, such shivering before that.

“wooooww…. “, swamiji’s face enlightened and he made her sit again on his lap and handled her bra-covered melons. He weighed them with his both palm. “Ohh.. they are heavy..”, he grinned as kissed her chicks.

mummy burst out cry again. “Please swamiji .. you are not supposed to do this..”

“Then who does? Your fool husband? Who tied this mangalsutra in your neck and left you alone at home pretending to make money huh? Do you think he is equally loyal to you? I bet he is not.”

“Don’t you dare..”, mummy

“Listen me first...”, swamiji roared playing with her mangalutra.. “ This is you boast of isn’t? Having sex with only one man – your husband.. Tonight I will take everything from you and this witness… your mangalsutra, won’t let you forget this night. Every time you look in mirror, this mangalsutra will remind you of these intimate moments spend with me – your swamiji…. And surprising enough, do you know swamiji also mean husband? So I am going to be your another err… your better husband hihihihi…”

He then concentrated all his attention to mummy’s body rather than arguing with her. His hands grouped, caressed and pressed her boobs over bra. While he kissed over her bare arms, shoulders. I could see his pitamber was looking like a tent due to his hard on. He put one of mummy’s hands on it and just said… “please dear…”. But as there was no movement from mummy, he placed his hand of her and started rubbing his cock with mummy’s hands. He pulled her right bra strap little down with teeth and playfully bit on exposed shoulder.

Due to bite, mummy fingers curled into wrist and thus her hand which was on swamiji’s boner, tightened around his manhood. And this was too much for swamiji who was experiencing new level of temptation that night and he wetted his pitamber while grunting like animal.

He was exhausted a little so he made mummy sleep on bed. He stood up and looked at his pitamber with disbelief. I guess he didn’t expect to get finished this earlier. He went to table and drank water and splashed on his face too. Then he changed his pitamber with new one and while looking at the bed, he tossed some sort of medicinal root into mouth and after chewing properly he swallow it along with water.

[garamrohan]

Part VII
He advanced towards bed looking at my beautiful mummy helplessly lying on bed. He stood by knees on the bed and took her legs in hands. Her anklet rang sensually; sliding down as he pulled her legs up. And her petticoat also gathered around her waist again exposing her pulpy, milky white thighs. Those beautiful thighs! There wasn’t a single hair on them and they were shining like moon. It was going to be big treat for Swamiji.

“Aahhhh.. “ he moaned and started licking her soft feet.. That moist sound of “surr…. Chukkk… chukk…” was giving me disgusting feeling. mummy was trying to move her legs but those were held firmly by Swamiji. His mouth then moved to her toes and he kissed all her figures. All over this time, his rough hands were massaging her soft inner thighs and pinching them playfully. I was wondering how his harsh hand would have felt on mummy’s buttery thighs. I think he liked her maroon painted nails. He lovingly held her both toes to his chest and rubbed there feeling their softness with closed eyes. Again he madly took them up and started sucking each of her fingers one by one heartily. mummy was jerking like fish.

In response to his wild sucking, whenever mummy tried to twist and pull her legs from his hand, he forcefully twisted her leg to opposite side which didn’t let her slip out of his hands.

It was evident to me that, he was lusting for every inch of my mummy’s body. He was not in rush, taking full advantage of mummy’s absolute voluptuous body. He stopped suckling her fingers and his tongue slides below, licking every inch of her proportionate legs. He put several bites on her thighs and sucked hard before he made his way through both of her legs held in air and kissed mummy’s luscious lips again.

This suppressed mummy’s sigh due to his biting and once again moistened (‘wetted’ may be best word I guess) her lips with his dirty saliva. He was kissing her as if honey was oozing throw mummy’s red lips. And mummy had no choice but just to sob. He then kissed her chest over bra; pulled her nipples with teeth and rubbed his face over her soft chest. “Aaaaaaah…”, she moaned. mummy’s eyes were closed and she was gasping with this treatment at her breast at the same time doing poor effort of hitting his face. He tried to undo bra; which was stretched with size of her jugs but was unable to do so as mummy didn’t move. In anticipation, he pressed both her boobs to his heart’s content.

“Mmmm… they are so perfect Putri. So huge and firm at the same time! It’s hard to believe you are married woman with college-going kid”, He mumbled while sensually pressing her bra-guarded mammary. I can’t explain how nervous moment it was for me watching my own mother’s private part – breasts – which isn’t merely a woman genital, but an object of motherly affection for son who have nurtured over it, was handled by a pervert before my eyes. With watering mouth and eyes filled with lust he was pressing them, grouping them and groaning with impatience while turning her globes into various shapes.

I understood with his increased pace that he can’t bear it anymore. “Darling.. I want to see your prominent vaksha in their full glory..”, he said and tried to stretch out her bra to reveal her breasts but this time somehow mummy crossed her hands and guard her chest.

I thought swamiji will force her but to my surprise he looked to her and while playing with her bangles said, “Oh… my queen don’t want to reveal them so early? Well no problem.. I don’t have hurry either. We have whole night ahead.. hi hi hi..”, and advanced further for a noisy liplock.

“Ummmm…” he again resettled to his original position over knee; holding her left leg on chest and elevated right leg to his mouth. He whirled his wet tongue around thumb of her left leg. mummy was helplessly looking at him.. shaking her neck in ‘no’. Looking straight in her eyes, Swamiji wetted one of his fingers and mimicked action of fucking by sliding finger into gap between two fingers of her leg and moving to and fro.

Suddenly mummy kicked him with all the force she could apply. As one of her leg was resting on swamiji’s chest, Swamiji who was not expecting this much from her, fell down from the bed.

He stood up angrily and shouted looking at mummy, “beti, bear in mind…”, He hold both her legs and said, “When my lingam (cock) will be inside your love tunnel, you will embrace my back with these same legs you just kicked me with.”

He undid knot of her petticoat and threw it on the floor. mummy was laid there before him only in her bra and black panty. And swami was ready to jump over her soft, fair body. mummy hided her face with hands in shame and cried loudly. But swamiji didn’t pay attention. He himself became full naked by throwing away his pitamber which was now just formally hanging to his waist. He was ugly, but his penis was ever uglier. It was black, looking sticky due to some fluid over it. I can’t say in inch but it was really big. It smelled so bad that even I felt its pungent fish like smell from outside the room.

He twisted mummy’s legs to turn her and made her sleep on her stomach. Her long hairs which were freed now were spread all over the bed and were looking like black mattress. Even I haven’t had seen mummy’s hairs in full glory till then. I should be ashamed but at that time, I myself thought whether she looks more attractive in loose hairs or in bun.

Swamiji’s condition was not different either. He was also impressed by what was before him. He started kissing and caressing from her legs moving up, kissed sensually on both of her thighs. mummy who was lying on her stomach replied with rubbing her legs on each other making nice sound of her payal (anklets) which added more to swamiji’s lust.

Swamiji’s hand started roaming over beautiful butt of mummy.. He planted kisses over part of her ass not covered with panty and sucked there, putting red impression of lovemaking over it. “I always lusted about your nitamb (bum) my darling; the way they swing as you walk had always gave me hard on.”, Swamiji said in aroused tone shaking her bum-chicks with both his hands. He moved upside kissing her bare back making trail of saliva from waist to neck, making way through her beautiful hairs, smelling them and laid beside her.

“Your name should have been ‘kuntala’ or ‘sukeshini’ my dear..” he said, as he pick handful of her silky hairs in his hands and smelled them.. “ummm what a smell.. Whenever I see you I wonder how one woman can be blessed with so much beauty. Such a lovely face, delicate skin, sexy curves and such a killing hairs… wow..”, swamiji moaned as he put his leg over mummy’s and came closer to her from behind and sniffed her hairs like dog.

As he was rubbing his nose in her hairs, on her neck, mummy was helplessly sobbing with her face dig into pillow. Swamiji stopped for a second, “Why are you crying dear? Look if you think that I am the guy who likes to take it forcefully, you are wrong. But you yourself are forcing me to do this…”, he was caressing her hairs, “ Please darling, I once again request you.. Cooperate with me.. I am thirsty for your divine beauty.. Please satisfy me.. It will be secret between you and me..”, swamiji turned her face and said looking in her eyes. Her eyes were full of tears.

“Please swamiji… let me go..”, her sound has been weakened maybe due to drug effect and her eyes were full of tears. Swamiji looked in her eyes for a moment. He was annoyed for even after so much effort mummy is not submitting to him. And the next moment he angrily kissed her with full of lust and force, “You are mine.. you got it?..”, he said and pulled her lower lips with his teeth. He moved his hands to her back and clicked off the bra.

It literally skipped my heartbeat to witness cheer-haran (stripping) of mummy. The only cloth saving her chastity, her bra was now lying on the floor and her breasts were standing prominently on her chest in natural state. Swamiji’s eyes were about to pop out. I too never thought I will be looking at my mummy’s naked breasts one day. My throat went dry. I felt so bad that my mummy’s breasts were going to be feasted by this animal.

“Ohhh Arpita.. “, swamiji moaned with shivering voice as he advanced his hands to hold her bossoms. “These are the best stana I have ever seen putri..”, his eyes were full of lust and surprise, “I always knew you have great treasure hidden under your pallu, but this is beyond all my expectation…” he catch her both breasts with his two hands and started pressing them.

His black hands were in perfect contrast with her milky white breasts. He madly pressed them, rubbed her nipples and mummy was controlling her emotions by biting her lower lips. But swami didn’t have anything in his mind now except her magnificent tits.

“so firm.. ohh god..”, he sighed in crying tone and suddently put his mouth to her left nipple and started sucking it.. “aaaaaah”, mummy moaned out with sensation. She put her hand on mouth and bit her wrist to suppress her sounds. Swamiji’s one hand was still massaging mummy’s right breasts. The breast in his mouth was getting sucked very hard. As he sucked, nipple was escaping from his mouth with sexy sound of “puk…” and glittering with his saliva on it. Watching my mother’s tit sucked by stranger made me feel like something precious is being stolen away from us. Her face was projecting many emotions. After properly done with her left breasts, he made mummy lie properly on her back and bent over her to munch over her right tit. He grouped that melon with both his hands and said, “wow.. so huge.. and your nipple and areola are pretty big too..”, this is after plenty of time he looked at her face and said, “ don’t worry darling.. my mouth is big enough to latch on it.” and he put his mouth on breast. Her complete nipple and areola disappeared into his mouth! He was pressing that boob and sucking it at the same time. This was too much for mummy and she ended up moaning load, “aaaaaah nnnnnnnnnaaa..ummmmmm”

Swamiji sucked even harder making mummy scream with strong sensation at her nipples. Meanwhile he was rubbing his stiffened cock on her thighs. He looked at her still holding that tit in hand, “you like it na, beti? You like swamiji sucking your tits isn’t?”

mummy turned her face to one side, sobbing again..

“I know you like it..”, swamji said, “You won’t confess it for you boasts of being pativrata.. isn’t?”, he said as he tickled her nipple with his harsh toungue. “Aaaahh..”, mummy shivered. This made him to carry on scratching her nipple and areola with his spiny tongue. It was so erotic scene to see his skilled tongue working on her sensitive nipple and areola, making mummy jerk like fish on bed. She was rubbing her legs on bed due to unbearable sensation. Swamiji understood that she is in his control. She couldn’t resist much now. The forced foreplay with mummy had made his cock real hard. And I knew that in no time I will witness spoiling of my pativrata, homely mummy.

“say you like it..” he said and started sucking her both breasts hard. Switching between both breasts; so fast that mummy just couldn’t bear the pleasure of his sucking and hold his head and moaned, “aaaaaaaah…mmmmm”

Feeling her hands holding his head, he looked in her eyes still one boob in his mouth which had been stretched as he sucked it up and smiled and let it go with now familiar “pukk….” sound.

Her breasts were all wet with his dirty saliva. I didn’t have idea by then mouth can secrete this much saliva.

“I couldn’t bear anymore darling he said. Time has come for our Milan (union). Lets dive into heaven darling, let us merge our bodies.”, he said and madly moved down.

He rushed to pull of her panty with his hands as well as his teeth. I felt like some animal has entered into him. mummy’s black panty got torn due to his impatient behavior but he didn’t take time to think on it and her panty moved to floor near her bra.
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[garamrohan]

Extremely sorry guys. But I hardly got time to write and post the update. Tonight there will be one more update. Want to hear from your opinion about recently posted updates and suggestion for upcoming post. (I am going to post it tonight only... so hurry! ;-) )

[garamrohan]

Part VIII
My throat went dry; as my basic instinct told me something primal, something extremely universal thing is going to happen in front of me. Though I was child back then, my naive mind somehow picked up that whatever swamiji going to do with my mummy has to be do with what street dogs used to do with bitches as we have seen many times in our colony. And yet, surprisingly my legs were literally shaking. Why? Surely because it was not in consent of my mummy but also I carried childish fear for the consequences : what if swamiji and mummy got stuck down there like those dogs? 

Swamiji’s monster penis was appearing even bigger by then and he was so impatient that he quickly spread mummy’s leg and adjusted himself between. “hmmm… atlast..” he sighed as he caresses her pubic area and advanced to adjust himself at the entrance of her vagina.

“Listen… one minute…,” it took her much efforts to utter these words.

Swamiji obviously ignored and proceeded to rub his pulsating manhood; full of thick veins which was looking like an unearthly monster by then. Some sticky goo started gathering at his head and he pulled his foreskin back to reveal his dark violet colored, as big as medium-size onion forehead. With this also spread a pungent smell that I too noticed from outside the room. This smell along with the white mucus particles on his penis showed that swamiji was not particular about genital hygiene. 

“Putri… aaahh…”, He rubbed his cock on her groin area and entrance of the vagina. Even with his back at me, I am sure that his eyes will be enjoying lustrous view of my beautiful and curvy mummy sleeping all nude; hair freed and displaced; her moon like face tensed and - LEGS SPREAD - all to be taken by him. 

“After all these days I spent thinking about how delicate you would be, how would your hair smell, what you have hidden under your decent cloths…,” he said to mummy as he started beating prick on mummy’s vagina. “and after countless dreams of our intense mating…” he says and started penetrating her,

“Atlaaasttttt……”.

“Nooooooo. nahi nahi nahi…..”, my mummy cried out as his ass bucked in and his penis entered her.

And there was silent! For couple of seconds both them stayed motionless like a statue. Mummy’s mouth open and eyes closed and her both hands holding bedsheet. 

And it was swamiji to break the silent… “Aaaaaaaaaah….ummmmm ….. Oh my…. god….”, he gasped totally ignorant of mummy’s status and bend forward to lie over her body. I was seeing them from back so I couldn’t see mummy’s body under him. He started moving his waist back and fro and I could hear mummy’s hisses.

“ohh.. my god… its so nice…ummmmmm… you are simply stunning... my love aaaahh”, he started doing it harder and started kissing mummy.

mummy’s cry disappeared in his intense kiss. All I can hear was mummy’s helpless sobbing, moan and cracking noise of bed as swamiji shove his tool back and fro. Her hands struggled over bed, crumbling bedsheet, her legs rubbed. She was struggling a lot from inside, but drug had paralysed her to much extend.

As he broke kiss he started devouring her beauty while his tool pistoning deep inside her. “Honestly Arpita...aaah… You are simply stunning… aaah… You are THE woman without exaggeration… I feel privileged to have beautiful and femine partner like you …aaah my queen.”

Though mummy’s drowsy eyes failed to open completely, tears rolled down over her chicks as she keep moaning with the shots from swamiji. sHe bite her wrist to bear the sensation created by fabulous strokes by swamiji. Despite all her oppose her body melted under drug’s effect and also; for swamiji's intense lovemaking. For one reason or other, her legs curled around his waist. She had to put her empty arm around swamiji’s neck for support as he banged hard into her while her lips were madly sucked by him. They were wet with sweat and still swamiji didn’t seem to stop this stuff. He continued banging making comments in aroused tone, telling mummy how much he is enjoying with her and mummy has nothing to do but to moan in anticipation and cry out in between as she realize - SHE HAS BEEN SPOILED.

 And then started that nasty, moist sound of “thaap….. thaaap” as they fucked. I carefully watched at their union where now a foam ring was clearly visible. It gave me a strange feeling to see that ring. And I guess swamiji too noticed that ring. He smiled and called for mummy’s name. 

“Wow Arpita…. Aaahh…. You too enjoying this…. Aaaahhh… I am happy for you…”

Mummy shook head in disapproval but he lovingly hold her face and said, “You are getting damn wet down there…. Aaaah… whom you are hiding from? Aaaah…. Common… leave out all worries… and enjoy with me…” he consoled as he showered her face with his smooches and kisses and suddenly stood up on knees and started giving some deep stroke.
With this slow but deep strokes, probably mummy’s sensation increased as she started gasping and moaning at the same time. But as her legs stretched to spread to allow space for swamiji to sit. Swamji was very happy that mummy is getting pleasure from his dirty deeds. 

“Ohhh Arpita… so glad you liking it… Take some more… like this…. Like this…” He tried to explore all the corners of her love tunnel by hitting his big piston in different directions and pace. “Ohhh dear…. What a pleasure! … aaaaaaaaah…..,” he cried and hold her waist by both hand as he rotated his waist probably to deeply shove his tool into her vagina. 

“Aaaaaaaaah...aaaaaaah….ummmmmmmmu aaaaaaaaah”, mummy cried.

“Hihihihi…. I love you dear….”, swamiji smiled like pig and gave her a flying kiss before he resumed her task.

“Ohhh ur legs are stretching a lot? Why don’t you tell me my goddess?...” he caressed her tired face and asked. And he took both her legs in hand and straightened them up in the air and started ramming into her intimate place which no longer remained her private, used-by-one-only place. 

Now swamiji increased pace and started giving shallow but lightning fast strokes... All his nonsense talking went off and all I could hear was both of their intense breathing and moans. “Aaaahh… Aaaaah…..noo… no…..” mummy still tried her last attempt to stop swamiji. But her voice itself signaled swamiji that she is on verge of ejaculation. Swamiji started licking her legs and hitting harder into her…

“Ohhh Arpita… don’t shy…. Moan freely… enjoy freely…. Aaahh there is nobody to see us here… aaaaah fuck…. Puuuuuch puuuuuuuch …… puuuch puchhhhhhhh”

Both were literally drenching with the sweat and suddenly mummy cried and her body got stiff as if she passed through a shock. Swamiji slowly put off her leg and turned her to one side and slept behind her with his tool still inside her.

He got hold of her from backside and started slowly moving inside her. As his cock moved back and fro, mummy’s vagina flow drep down and wetted the bedsheet. And suddenly she came out of the aroused state of mind and break out a big cry… “Nooooooooo…… nooo nooooo noooooo….” and pierced her face into pillow. 

Swamiji who was still doing her from behind stopped a little and caressed her hairs.. “Arpita… I never wanted to hurt you and I believe I did not hurt you… So stunning beautiful you are! Is this my mistake? I accept that I forced on you but you too liked it. Why you are crying now?” He patted her head.. “Don’t worry… nobody will come to know.” 

He turned her face to him and stated kissing; first slowly and then grossly and his cock again vibrated in mummy’s satisfied vagina. With mummy’s pouty lips hold with his, he started fucking her slowly. His other hand moved to her chest and started caressing and pressing her chest. 

“Putri…. Aaah your yoni is so tight and silky at the same time… feels like milking my lingam… servicing it with utmost love… I won’t lie dear. I have been with countless ladies fom vergin teens to even women in fifties. But you gave me highest pleasure. He licked her cheek and delicately caught her ear lobe in her teeths and started fucking her again.

“Aaaaah aaaaah…. Nooo nooo….”, mummy kept requesting. But after satisfying her to core despite she was unwilling, there was no way swamiji going to leave her without getting utterly satisfied. He paced and again sound of “pachaaak…. pachaak “ started to form.
He still had her ear lobe in his teeths and he was ramming into her silky vagina. 

“Aaaaaaah aaaaaah putri….”, and due to his hard prick sliding inside her in addition to his fingers making magic at her sensitive tits and nipples she soon go excited again. This was what swamiji waiting for. He started raming deeper into her as he dipped his face deep in her free hairs. He banged her hard and she did moan all the time 

“Aaaaaaah uffffffffff ouuuuuuuch… noooooo aaaaaaaaaaah….”

“Don’t worry dear… this time we both gonna discharge together… okay? We will grab ultimate pleasure together putri… we are going to be parter in true sense…. You are mineeeeee…” he groaned and she cried loudly…. “Nooooooooooooo”.

But her no didn’t stop her femine discharge and it conveyed her satisfaction by wetting whole bedsheet and swamiji’s hard penis which slowly became flaccid before escaping from her beautiful vagina. And then I noticed her vagina full of curd like thick substance. That also dropped on the bedsheet. It couldn’t be less than dishful I concluded. Ofcourse, that was thick, potent semen of swamiji. Semen, that was claimed to bring savior of my life to this world!

Even after this wonderful sex session, he didn’t let her go. He collapsed on her. mummy cried loudly under him as he slept like dead over her. That night he again had sex with her which I religiously watched with sleepy eyes. I was about to go after that session when I hear swamiji say, “I have done with my job putri. I kept my promise made to you and your mother-in-law. Soon you will blessed with a good, healthy child, savior of your heir.”

He kissed on her lips one more time and put saree on her naked body as I ran away to our hut.

[garamrohan]

Thank you very much friends rajuhyd, nobodyknowsthyself, shector, mn60358, Katrina and Biosys. As you are asking for more, I can guess you liking the story. But I would like to know what you feel about it. For some of you friends I have one request. Please consider sharing your opinions good or bad about the story rather that just asking for next update.

Another thing that I noticed is, many readers here have read the story on xossip and only want to read fresh content. The reason I was putting earlier updates one by one was I wanted to rewrite some of its part. But I think it is not bad idea to write fresh updates only. So I am going to post all the earlier updates in once and all now!

Please read and share your opinions about the story and character and also your suggestions about how you want the story to move ahead. Believe me friends, I like to hear from you. Thanks.

[garamrohan]

Part IX
Since our return from ashram, mummy was always down. She didn’t tell anything to grandma, rather made grandma feel that everything was okay. But I had been seeing her cry for hours in pillow. She was used by a man other than her husband. And that was too much to bear for her. Her pride, her fidelity towards my dad was the most precious thing for her. And she had lost all this to that cunning swamiji. I hoped she will tell my dad but I found out later why she didn’t choose this. She knew my dad and grandma better than me. Probably she feared that dad wouldn’t accept her if they got to know about that night and assuring grandma about swamiji’s bad deeds was nearly impossible.

I guessed that was all she cared about. But there was much to face for her. One day, after college when I was about to return from college, I saw mummy standing at the gate to pick me up. She gave me chocolates and asked me not to tell anybody in home that we went somewhere out. She then grabbed taxi and in an hour we were at some maternity hospital in nearby city.

I don’t know why, but mummy was very upset. As she filled up the form at reception, receptionist took her to a room and asked me to wait outside. After few minutes mummy came and sat beside me. She looked much tensed and her hands were playing with pallu. I felt worried about her.

“Are you okay mummy?”, I asked her.

“Adi, mummy’s not feeling better. Just a little fever… don’t worry”, she tried to smile, “And don’t tell daddy or grandma.. I don’t want them to worry for me, okay?”

As receptionist call mummy’s name she entered in doctor’s cabin. I wanted to hear what the matter was but mummy didn’t let me go in with her and receptionist was there. When after 5 minutes bell rang, receptionist went in and I took this opportunity to approach half closed door.

mummy was sobbing inside and was requesting something to doctor. The lady doctor sitting before her was politely conveying her inability to do what mummy was asking. What was the matter? I was clueless then only I heard the doctor mention – “And even husband’s consent is not enough, we need at least one more member from family to sign the documents…” mummy left with me for home. After that she visited 2 – 3 hospital in nearby cities with me. But I guess every doctor turned off her demand. I didn’t know what she is affected with and why those doctors were not treating her. And why they want family’s consent for treating patient. What was there that mummy wanted to hide from grandma and even dad?

And one day I got to know it. And when I heard it as she was talking to, probably Anagha aunty over phone, I feel so sad about mummy. Why this much problems to her? She was so decent, good natured, never ever hurt anybody and she was going through such bitter incidences. I knew how much sacrifices she made for us; for me, for dad and even more for my over religious grandma. And what she got in return? She was made to follow hard upasana in name of saving me and had to bear anger of my dad for the same? Her chastity was looted by the same demon whom she thought to be angel who will save our family? And as if that was not enough, now she was pregnant with that bastard’s deed and she was not able to abort that sinful sign off her womb?

“It’s some 50 days now… Oh Anagha, I know I should have taken steps immediately, but I was so disturbed mentally, could not think about anything but..”, and she started crying.

“I visited every single doctor nearby cities and nobody is ready to do without family consent.”, she said. I made sure that I am alone in house and again put my ear to door.

“No… No way… I won’t betray him… not at any cost”, mummy cried.

“Fooling him to believe it’s his child? It would be most sinful act a wife can do

Anagha. How can you even think about it?” Suddenly I thought of listening from parallel connection and went to the hall. I carefully picked up receiver and put to ear.

“Look didi, I know it will be not fair but was it your fault? Your mother in law was equally guilty for it as that rascal. And if you clarify everything to your husband, will he accept you? Can you bear to live without him? Please listen me this one time and don’t take foolish decisions. Everything will be all right. It is only way out. Just make sure you make it as early as possible its 50 days already.”, Anagha aunty said.

I was yet not sure what Anagha aunty was trying to say. But I was sure it was related to mummy’s getting pregnant.

[garamrohan]

Part X

That night after meal when I went to bedroom for sleep, mummy asked me to sleep with Grandama. I otherwise haven’t agreed her but at that time I didn’t want to hurt her so I went to sleep with Grandma. It would have been around 11 when I woke up for water. Grandma was in deep sleep. I went to kitchen for water and while returning I don’t know why but I felt like peeking into bedroom of my parents.

As I put eye on keyhole I was stunned! Dad and mummy were in each other’s arm and were kissing passionately. mummy’s pallu had been fallen and her curves were full visible over which dad’s hands were roaming sensually. Her hairs were all free and she was looking much sexier in that attire. As they broke kiss, mummy took off dad’s shirt and started kissing his chest while her delicate hands roamed over his back. Dad surely loved it. He responded with tons of wet kisses over mummy’s slender neck and her cleavage. Both of them were so involved, their eyes closed and they were pampering each other as if there was no tomorrow. Suddenly, dad pulled her by waist and made her face lie on his chest. He caressed her hairs and said something to her. Then his hand goes on untangle the knots on the back of mummy’s spaghetti blouse.

This was the first time after that night in ashram I felt my throat getting dry. It was not possible to see mummy’s face as her back was at me. Dad come to her back, moved her beautiful hairs aside and planted several kisses on her creamy back while his hands started slowly sliding down blouse from her arms. As dad turned her around, I was stunned to see mummy’s face shading expressions which were blend of shyness as well as eagerness. She still had held that blouse to her chest, not exposing her breast yet. Dad mocked as begging her for removing that –

“Please Arpita …”

Promptly mummy grabbed his both hands with her shivering hand. And with closed eyes, she herself put dad’s two hands on her two globes. I was really astonished! That day I understand what it is for a woman to submit herself to one she truly loves. I was not able to see dad’s face but he was massaging her boobs with equal affection and soon they again started kissing. Dad took off the blouse and started sucking her breasts and mummy was caressing his hairs when the phone rang.

I literally ran to grandma room and slept there. It shouldn’t been more than couple of minutes, images of foreplay between my mummy and dad was still in front of my eyes when dad calls for Grandma. As we both came away, Dad was ready in his suit. mummy was requesting him to stay for at least this night. But he said – “I have to go for Australia… It’s emergency… there is accident with the factory of my client. I have to be there as soon as possible.”

It was beautiful Sunday morning. Not just because it was Sunday, my dad was to return from Australia visit which took his 2months to bring factory in working condition. But to my sheer surprise, mummy didn’t seem happy. Since when she heard about dad’s coming last night, she was in strange stress. Though those days I cared about her a lot, I felt that her worry was unnecessary.

I was playing in verandah with my neighbor friends when my dad’s car arrived from the gate. I ran to his car wondering what gifts he had bought for me for the time. I knew he would never disappoint me as we two were carrying bags full of goods he shopped for us. As we entered room he picked up a saree from bag and offered it to grandma and took her blessings. Grandma was happy to see him after so long time and wanted to talk but dad took bag in hand and moved to bedroom. Meanwhile, I uncovered the brand new video game he bought for me. I tried to plug it to TV but it wasn’t showing up any image on TV. So I went to call dad.

While still in door, I hear some sounds so I stood there figuring out what was happening in bedroom. I peeked inside to see that Dad was standing behind mummy who was in front on mirror and he was showing the saree he bought for her. They were having good time together I guess, as they were talking in low voice. I decided not to disturb them and went out to play with my friends.

It was about 7 p.m. when at last mummy came to bring me to home. Still I was not listening to her and kept following my fellow guys who were teasing me to catch them. She stood there some 10 minutes calling by my name. She was about to drag me when dad call her out. His loud voice made my heart beat and all my fellows ran to their houses. mummy too, felt like he is angry and her face turned pale.

As we reached house dad said to me – “Go.. Get your homework done; and Arpita, come to bedroom. I need to talk with you.”. Grandma was telling dad to take it easy.

“You are having wrong impression.. Ashok.” that much words in grandma’s fearful voice I could hear.

I immediately went to my room but all my attention was to what would be happening in bedroom. After some time I felt like I was hearing somebody cry and dad was angrily saying something. Hearing this, grandma ran to bedroom and I too stood several step away from bedroom.

Dad was cursing mummy, “You bitch… you cheated me. I don’t want to hear anything from you..”.

“But pls listen to me…”, mummy was pleading him.

“Just shut up.. You shameless whore, how can you show me your face with some other’s child in your stomach.. why didn’t you throw yourself in well.”, dad roared and started bagging.

“Mind your language Ashok. Ask me. I can explain you everything.”, grandma tried to stop him.

“You stay away from this Ma. It’s my personal matter.”, dad picked up the bag and walked to door.

“It’s not what you think…”, Grandma roared, “It’s child born due to Prasad.. Don’t ever doubt Bahu.. I was with her all the time..”

“That was my big mistake. To leave her with you Ma. ..”, dad said and started car,

“I am going for Australia… don’t try to contact me.. I wanted to live in peace for some good year.” I ran to bedroom. mummy was crying there lying on floor.