[Mortalbeast]

I want revenge with this bastard anna

Seems like you don't like Venkat at all 

[Mortalbeast]

• Exactly, the act of humiliation and detailed dialogues between the bull and cuck.. or even mom and cuck makes the play more and more interesting.. the author seems to be master in writing, however, its just few suggestions. The below are few suggestions 
  
  

1. Neglect and Indifference: Portray the mother consistently ignoring her son’s needs, making him wait excessively for basic attention or necessities, emphasizing her disregard for his well-being.
   
2. Mistreatment in Favor of the Bull: Depict the mother treating her son poorly or dismissively to prioritize her boyfriend (the bull), showcasing her preference through actions or words that belittle the son.
   
3. Harsh Verbal Abuse: Incorporate scenes where the mother uses extreme, degrading language to berate her son, amplifying the humiliation to heighten the emotional stakes.
   
4. Overt Preference for the Bull: Highlight the mother openly favoring the bull over her family, through actions like lavish attention or public displays of affection that marginalize her son and other relatives.
   
5. Detailed Thali Discussions: Include in-depth, provocative conversations about the thali (a symbolic element) between the bull and the son, as well as the mother and son, to explore power dynamics, cultural significance, and emotional conflict.
   
6. Bold Actions in the Son’s Presence: Showcase the mother engaging in bold, provocative behavior with the bull in front of her son, reinforcing her dominance and disregard for his feelings.
   

Regarding Geetha’s Sister and the Affair in the US Context:
Instead of a brief flashback, expand the narrative around whether Geetha’s sister was aware of her son’s affair with Geetha. Develop this through detailed discussions or confrontations between key characters (e.g., Geetha, the son or husband). Explore the emotional and relational fallout, motivations, and consequences in a nuanced, dialogue-driven manner, rather than a rushed or summarized account.

Thanks for the feedback man  yr):

By going through your suggestion, i found out that i was going for too much degradation and some extreme stuffs. Which i don't think you all expect, so i will tone down a bit and take a safer route.

I will make your wish come true.
Again, Thanks for such a elaborate suggestions. 

[Mortalbeast]

Hello everyone,

After going through all your suggestions and feedback, I found out that i was going for some extreme elements. So, I'm toning it down a bit.

Update was supposed to be today but I'm toning down the story and plot. So, hopefully next update will be posted by tomorrow.

[Mortalbeast]

"So, you'd like to see me pounding your slut mother, right in front of your father?" He said for a second time.
 

I lowered my eyes and nodded.

"But you don't think she'd go along with it and you're worried about suggesting it in case this will destroy your family. Right again?" I nodded again, amazed that I could be so honest with these. 

"But you would consider creating the circumstances in which it could happen? Without your parent’s realising what you were doing?"

This was not at all what I had expected, but was too interesting to ignore.

"Maybe..." I ventured, unwilling to commit myself.

“So, you're willing to witness the degradation of your own mother and family as I defile her in the presence of your powerless father? I'll strip away her thalli, the symbols of her marital vows and bind them to my manhood, parading her shame and infidelity for all to see, with our whole helpless family forced to watch the destruction of your parent’s relationship and your father’s image.”

I looked up sharply. "What do you mean?"

Hahahaha!!! You look so surprised and nervous! 

“Okay let me make you more nervous”

What?! 

Tell me, didn’t you notice anything strange with your mother lately? 

Huh! Yeah, she seemed quite lost in thoughts! 

That’s it? Didn’t you notice her falling sick quite often like puke, sickness?!

Yeah! Recently she was sick most of the time. It’s mostly due to bad weather and her long working hour. 

Really?! Didn’t she crave for sour or tart flavour foods? 

How did you know? Yeah, she was craving sour mangoes and chocolates lately.

Mostly sour foods, right?!

Okay I get it, I know you both must be talking frequently. 

Hahaha!! That’s all you could catch. Well can you explain why there was a small bump starting to form on your mother’s tummy?!

What are you enquiring? She is getting fat. What’s new in this. Women tend to get fat around their belly with rising age, it’s simple biology. 

Oh, little cuck, it seems all those books did give you knowledge but it made you very naïve!!!!

Huh! What happened now? What I didn’t understand?!

Huh!! Forget it!! Now I have a surprise for you. It’s a mail which I had timed it, so it must have reached you early morning. But do open it when I have left, okay?!

Huh! Where are you going now? What if mom wakes up? I don’t know if I can face her? 

Oh, don’t worry cuck! Last night, I fucked your sexy mother’s brains out. I’m sure, you must have heard her loud moans of pleasure.

Yeah, she was very vocal whole night.

HAHAHAH! So, my guess was right. You did stay awake all night, so you could hear your own mother getting ravished by me, in your father's bedroom. What a submissive cuck you've become, Sunil.

No, I…It was by mistake. I was getting awake repeatedly by her loud moans. I swear, I wanted to sleep.

Well, you should thank me because I opened the bedroom door so that a you could clearly hear your sexy mother cumming on my big cock.

What? Why would you do such a thing?

So, that you could enjoy. Remember, I promised to entertain both your slut mother and you as well.

What? There wasn’t anything for my enjoyment. It was you who enjoyed thoroughly.

Really? Now tell me didn’t you shagged yourself in the night?

Hm…Yes, but…...

How many times did you masturbate after I switched off the lights?

Three times!!

HAHAH! Exactly the times, I came inside your mom’s womb. Wasn’t it entertaining hearing your sexy mom's wild moans?

Yes!!

"You know Sunil, some cucks prefer to hear their loved ones like their mother or wives getting railed by another man, never quite knowing if its' all true or not...but dreaming while hearing their moans" Venkat continued, smiling at me. "I think we already know you're one of them..." I blushed as he carried on. "Other type of cucks like to see it all happening because it reinforces their submissive status. Surprisingly you enjoyed both of these categories!" I blushed deeper.

What happens now?

I’m going to visit my friend’s house.

What should I say to mom, if she awakes?

she won’t be waking up till afternoon. Till that I will return. 

O…. okay! 

Till that you know what to do? Right?!! 

Hm…. yeah!!

After Venkat left, I went to my room to check for his email. I was very tensed as what more is left to watch. What more crazy stuffs did he do with my mom? 

As I opened my system, a notification popped. It was sent by Venkat in early morning, that means he pre-timed it. Wow! He exactly knew, how things are going to play out. He perfectly executed his devious plan. 

While thinking all this, I opened email. There were two folders. One was named ‘HAWAI TALES’ and the other one was named ‘DOUBLE DATE’. 
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DOUBLE DATE?! What? 
 

[Mortalbeast]

There were two folders. One was named ‘HAWAI TALES’ and the other one was named ‘DOUBLE DATE’. 

I trembled with anticipation and excitement as I prepared to open the file. The title hinted at something salacious within the encrypted data. Inhaling deeply, I attempted to access the file, but it failed to open. A notification appeared, stating, "There is an error in the file” and it didn’t open.


Baffled and upset by the situation, my mind immediately jumped to one conclusion: Venkat Anna. I wondered if this was one of his elaborate pranks. Was he using AI to mess with me, or had he simply encrypted a variable, knowing I'd have to ask him for help? Kind of beg him to send my mom’s erotic tales in USA. That doesn’t sound right. Oh no, I don’t want to behave like a cuck in front of him.

I didn’t want to message him as it would show my desperation to watch my own mother’s sex escapades. After thinking for a while, I thought why not take a look at my mother. Let’s see, if she has woken up or not. 

 As I crossed the landing, I noticed the bedroom room door standing open and looked inside. It seems mom has gone to washroom to freshen up. Now that there was no pressure, I took a good look at the condition of the room. The duvet was neatly folded on the chair but the bed sheet was rumpled and stained where Venkat and my mom had enjoyed their loud, energetic 'victory fuck'.

The air was thick with the heady musk of recent passion; each breath a potent cocktail of pheromones that sent a shiver down my spine as fragmented visions of the night before came rushing back. The very sheets seemed to vibrate with the residual heat of their sexual exertions. Eagerly, I gathered up the rumpled linens and headed downstairs, the lingering evidence of their tryst clutched to my chest like a prize, to join the growing pile of soiled laundry.

As I surveyed the room, my eyes landed on Mom's lacy red bra peeking out from under the bed, a relic from the previous night's passion. Intrigued, I reached out and retrieved the delicate lingerie, my fingertips grazing the exquisite silk. An instant flood of images assaulted my imagination - Mom's ample bosom confined in such a tantalizing garment, and how Venkat's wandering hands had surely revelled in freeing those soft mounds from their lacy cage.



After some time searching, I finally discovered my mother's red thong, hidden behind a cushion pillow. Holding it up, I marvelled at how small and delicate it seemed, considering the intimate area it typically concealed. Inhaling deeply, I was immediately flooded by the unmistakable, heady scent of feminine arousal emanating from the silky triangle.

Oh my God! I quickly slipped them in my pocket.

A short while later the washing was in the laundry room, the kettle switched on and I returned to the lounge to seek out any more evidence. 
As I passed the bedroom sofa, I noticed a small but distinct stain on one of the cushions.
 
My heart raced as troubling thoughts raced through my mind. Did Venkat fuck my mother right here on this very sofa? It had to be... the worn cushion told the tale. My mom's voluptuous form had been pressed against it, her curvy bottom sinking into the upholstery as Venkat brought her to the heights of ecstasy, her lustful screams echoing off the walls. In the throes of passion, he must have reached his own climax deep inside her most private place, his seed spilling forth and staining the same cushion now beneath me.



I kneeled down by the sofa, my fingers trembling as they brushed against the still glistening wet spot. The scent of sex was thick in the air, and I couldn't help but bury my face into the damp cushion, inhaling deeply the heady musk of our passion. Venkat's cum mixed with my mom’s juices, a pungent and intoxicating aroma that made my head swim with lustful memories.

A wicked smile played across my lips as a delicious idea took shape. What if Venkat had deliberately left this lewd evidence for my father to discover? The thought of dad's shock and disgust at the sight of his wife's wanton fluids dripping from the sofa sent a perverse thrill through me.

Perhaps Venkat wanted to brand my mom publicly, to mark her irrevocably as his, disregard for any consequences. The depravity of it all made me shiver with anticipation. Oh, how I wanted dad to bear witness to my mom’s depravity, to understand the depths she had sunk to in this illicit affair. It would be a gesture of ultimate defiance, the final shattering of all taboos and boundaries.

I giggled softly to myself, drunk on my own twisted desires as I continued to nuzzle the cum-stained sofa, lacking the mark as if it were the most erotic of aphrodisiacs. My father's face when he realized the true nature of the stains, that my mother had cuckolded him and me in his own home and left the evidence behind like a slutty calling card, would be a sight to behold. I could already picture it in my mind's eye, and it was almost enough to make me cum all over again right then and there, the sofa mom’s throne of debauchery.

My train of thought was interrupted by the sound of the water flowing being stopped, and I suddenly became aware that my mom would be emerging from the bathroom at any moment. Quickly, I returned to the kitchen and pretended to be getting a drink of water, trying to appear nonchalant.

A few moments later I felt a movement behind me and turned to see my mom in a beautiful black saree. I could tell immediately that there was something different about her. She had removed the last traces of smudged make-up from her slightly puffy face and added nice makeup to make her glow.



"Good morning mom" I smiled, turning towards her.

"Good morning to you too beta." She smiled back at me as she crossed to the breakfast bar.

Sunil, didn’t you go to your college?

I... I got up a bit late. Today I had only one class at 8.

Be cautious about your college at least. How could you sleep, when you had class at 8AM.

"It won't happen again, I will be careful about it mom, sorry."

As I conversed with my mother, my undivided attention was drawn to her countenance. Up close, I could discern the exhaustion etched on her features, a testament to the arduous activities in which she had recently engaged. A rosy flush still lingered on her décolletage, a fading yet tell-tale sign of the intense climax she had experienced. Her lips appeared somewhat swollen, no doubt from the fervent kissing she had endured. Upon closer inspection, I espied two prominent hickeys on the tender skin of her neck. But there were deep finger nail marks on her hips and upper chest which were artfully concealed by her pallu yet unmistakable to the discerning eye.

Eh....Sunil…did you took out the bed sheet this morning? 

Elmm…No mom, it was Venkat Anna. He said, it has gotten dirty, so he put them in the washing machine. 

Oh…why did he tell you that?(whispered with rolling eyes) 

Actually Sunil, yesterday in kitchen, I had an Ankle sprain, so Venkat carried me to the bedroom to apply balm. I took my night gown in the kitchen itself, so that it won’t get soiled by those medicines’ stains. Then Venkat gave it to you, I guess?

Oh..yeah mom, I... I kept it safe

I offered a small, reassuring smile to mom, trying to ease the lingering discomfort in her eyes.

Good, Sunil do one thing, Order something to eat or get something to eat from outside. I’m a bit tired today, I don’t think I can cook. Will that be okay beta?
Yeah mom, I will order it. 

Okay, where’s Venkat?

Venkat Anna went to his friend’s house. 

Which friend? 

I don’t know mom, he didn’t inform that. He just told me that he will return by evening. 

Oh great, at least I could get some rest. (whispered)

Hm..did you say something mom?

No…it’s just, you get something to eat. Till that I will clean the kitchen and house. 

Eh..yeah..I cleaned the house mom. Only kitchen is left. 

Really?! Wow, my son has gotten so sensible. Okay then you get some food for us, till that I will clean the kitchen. 

I couldn’t believe mom tried to hide that so badly. It was so brazenly done by Venkat that it’s impossible to hide, still she thinks I’m so naïve to not know a thing? 

As we took a brief break for lunch, my mom was subdued, saying little and eating even less, clearly still drained from her exhaustion. Yet, despite her fatigue and aching body, she had somehow mustered the energy to get dressed in her usual stylish manner, wearing a tight black saree and leaving her hair down, a testament to her habitual flair for presenting herself in a chic and attractive way.

After lunch, I attempted to open the file again, but was unsuccessful. As time passed, my frustration grew, and I eventually reached out to Venkat for assistance. However, his response suggested that he was equally perplexed, leading me to wonder if I had overanalysed the situation and misinterpreted his intentions. It's possible that the issue was simply a coincidence, and not a deliberate act on his part as I had initially suspected.

The rest of the day passed in a surprisingly normal way. In the evening Venkat returned. He straight away went inside the bedroom where mom was taking rest. I pressed my ears on the wall to hear their conversation. 

"Hey Darling!"

 "Are you ok, did you take proper rest? "How... how do you feel... now?"

I couldn’t help myself and peeped through the door. I saw mom propped up on pillows. Then sighed, wincing slightly as she stretched
"I'm soooo sooore..." She sighed, slightly embarrassed. "My body feels like I've been hit by a truck. but..." She bit her lower lip, a dreamy expression crossing her face. "...last night was so good, it was everything I wished for." 

Venkat smiled and nodded encouragingly. "Just amazing Right!... Thank you so much, my sweet, sweet Geetha for last night! You pleasured me more than any girl ever did! You’re just amazing Geetha." Venkat kissed mom on her lips in affection.

Mom glowed with pleasure at the appreciation shown by Venkat and the love in her voice as she used it. "I'm pleased that I satisfied your lust”.

"You looked so very, very beautiful, sexy-- you always do, but especially so while you were with me... and afterwards... wow!"

"What happened last night was wonderful -- you were wonderful..." She began, sounding almost as if she had prepared a speech. "And it's great that it was something we both wanted and needed but..."

She drew in her breath, then placed her hands on Venkat’s and squeezed.

"Now I've had a taste of what things could be like, I can't go back to where I was before. I just can't!"

"I know, darling. And I don't want you to.”

Suddenly there was a call on my phone and I quickly went to it pick it up.

Oddly, it was my dad calling me. He was inquiring about my mother's phone being switched off. I simply replied that I didn't know about it and told him I was out with friends. I lied because I didn't know what to say. I didn't have the courage to tell him the truth about what was happening at home while he was away. I was unable to say that Venkat was doing things that my dad could never have imagined or dreamed of in his absence.

I contemplated for a moment before finally deciding to tell my mom that dad had called my phone inquiring about her phone being turned off. Since this whole mess was caused by my mother's actions, I figured it was only fitting that she should be the one to deal with the fallout and consequences.

As soon as I shouted that dad has called me. Mom immediately came outside and asked me what did he tell?

I told her exactly what dad was asking about her phone being switched off. Mom immediately asked Venkat to give her some privacy. 

Venkat attempted to interject something, but mother seemed utterly disinterested in whatever pompous ramblings were about to spew forth from his mouth. Mom briskly retreated to the sanctuary of her bedroom and unceremoniously shut the door right in Venkat's startled face. I must confess, I derived a certain degree of satisfaction from the gobsmacked expression that momentarily flitted across Venkat's countenance. Until that precise instant, he had been comporting himself in an insufferably arrogant fashion, as if the very notion that he belonged at our residence and thoroughly owned both my mother and everything else was a foregone conclusion. But the instant my father's authoritative voice rang out, that entire pretentious alpha male facade seemed to crumble to dust before our eyes. I found myself unable to suppress a slight chuckle at the absurdity of it all.

The cocky smirk on Venkat's face seemed to have faltered, replaced by a look of anger and disbelief as he stared at me. For the first time since his return, I found myself smirking back at him, relishing the way his eyes narrowed and his jaw clenched in frustration. The usual arrogance that always seemed to be plastered across his features had been wiped away, leaving behind a man who looked as though he'd been put in his place.

“Let’s go to our room, you messaged me about my mails not opening? Let’s check on it.”

We headed back to our room, where he checked the mail and we both tried to troubleshoot the issue. After some effort, we concluded that the mail had become encrypted due to some technical glitch. The only solution seemed to be deleting the current mail from my system and resending it from Venkat's system. However, there was a catch - Venkat had already deleted the two files and the recording from his system as a precautionary measure to protect my mom, leaving us without a clear way forward.

For the next few minutes, Venkat expressed his frustration about the email getting blocked, emphasizing that it contained a crucial chapter about my mother. He repeatedly mentioned that the video had the potential to reveal a significant transformation in her life, specifically how she evolved from being a wife to a more confident and liberated individual, which he referred to as a "HOT-WIFE".

After several minutes, my mom called us in for dinner. As we sat down to eat, I observed that the tension between my mom and Venkat, which had been palpable the night before, seemed to have dissipated. I wondered if my mom's fatigue was the reason for the more subdued atmosphere, or if there was something else at play.

“Venkat, you sleep in the guest room for tonight”

What? Why guest room?! 

“Sunil’s father might call me tonight. Also, I have some of my office work to complete.”

“Are you going to work tomorrow?”

“Yeah, I have to. I had taken half day off yesterday and today whole day.”

“Ok fine, why guest room? I will sleep in Sunil’s room.”

“No, Sunil has to go to his college tomorrow morning. He has missed his today’s class.”

“So what?”

“You both will play video games or keep talking whole night. I know Sunil just loves to hear anything about USA. But not tonight, Sunil might have to finish his assignment and go to bed early. His semester is approaching and I don’t want any hurdle in it.”

“But…Isn’t this bad. I came India for fun. You promised me too

Geetha. But now you want me to sleep in that guest room alone?”

“Venkat, please don't be immature. You're an adult now, so try to see things from a different perspective. Just because we can't do something right now, doesn't mean you won't have fun at all. In fact, I was thinking that tomorrow, after I get back from work, we can go catch a movie, go shopping, or do something else you'd enjoy. So, please be understanding and let's plan something for tomorrow.”

“Yes Venkat Anna, you should…”

“Shut up, you dumb nugget. Who gave you the right to speak in between us. What is this Geetha, how could he dare to speak in between us? show your son his position or I will teach him my way?

“Sunil, go to your room and complete your assignment. Also say sorry to Venkat Anna.”

“Sorry”

“Huh! Why don’t you give me that same smirk again Sunil?”

“What? What smirks Venkat? Did Sunil misbehave with you?”

“Yeah, few moments ago, Sunil seemed to have forgotten his place”

Why Sunil? why would you trouble Venkat? Knell down in front of him and say sorry to him now.

I did say sorry mom, why would I kneel?

Well say it now, in front of me. I want to hear it from your mouth and see you plead.

Why Mom? Why kneel? I just said sorry, it’s not a big of a deal, ask to Venkat anna.

Sunil, you need to understand your position. Without my intervention, that one slap from Venkat would have left you seeing stars. Venkat is older and more physically powerful and manly than you. You need to show respect for that, an accomplishment you could never hope to achieve. Now kneel and ask for his forgiveness.

Desperate and out of options, I resorted to the unthinkable. I kneeled before him, his smug, arrogant face leering down at my prostrate form. Shattered remnants of my pride and dignity lay scattered on the ground as I begged pathetically for his forgiveness, debasing myself utterly in the process.

I’m sorry Venkat anna. Please forgive me

Is it okay Venkat?

Yeah hhaahhaa! I just wanted to show this useless cuck his place.

Cuck?! What does it mean?!

I will tell you later about it Geetha. But tell me doesn’t it suits best on him? HAHHAH! Why the hell are you listening to our conversations cuck. Get lost!

Go to your room Sunil and don’t come out.

I stormed into my room, frustration and tears welling up inside me. His treatment of me was so unfair and infuriating. Just because I had laughed at him, he held it against me the entire time. Ugh, one of these days I'll give Venkat a taste of his own medicine. For a moment, I had foolishly hoped my mom had changed, but no, she was still completely under Venkat's thumb and influence. She is still his bitch.
 
That night, I put in some time working on my assignment before heading to bed at a reasonable hour. The next morning, I awoke early and my mother drove me to college. Throughout the entire ride, we didn't exchange a single word or even glance at each other. What was even more surprising was that she seemed completely indifferent to our lack of interaction. Just a few short days ago, she would eagerly pepper me with questions about my daily plans in the car, behaving like my best friend. But now, a palpable shift had occurred in her demeanour. I couldn't help but wonder what was going on with my mom lately. Her transformation from an engaged, caring parent to this distant figure was disorienting and unwelcome. One thing I did know for certain - I couldn't stand this evolution in our relationship one bit.
 
I returned in evening; to see Venkat watching the videos he has sent me. 
 
What are you doing?
 
Watching how your sexy mother looked with my dick inside her. Just look at her face Sunil, look how much she is savouring this moment of forbidden pleasure, her expression a mixture of ecstasy and shame as she revels in the illicit thrill of being taken by your own Cousin, the taboo delight of cheating on her husband with the man she trusted most, a woman normally so prim and proper now unrecognizably lost in depravity, wants, and lust, her countenance reflecting the overwhelming sensations radiating from her most intimate place as I fill and stretch her with my big cock, her eyes glazed over in blissful surrender, as I claim her in the most primal way possible, marking her as mine for all eternity in front of her own flesh and blood, the primal thrill of violating the sacred bond of matrimony and motherhood giving me an almost feral satisfaction.

“Thanks for reminding it again but yeah, I have seen it”

“Seems like you have gotten bore of it cuck. Well sorry from my part, that I couldn’t provide you the clips of most interesting date of your mother.”

“That’s okay”

“No, I want to make up for it.”

Please Venkat, I’m already tired. I don’t want to be part of your game.

Really, don’t want to witness with your eyes. You’re a cuck right? That’s what submissive cuck usually love to do.

Huh?!

Hahahah! Get ready Sunil, today I have surprise for you as well your sexy mother”

“What? What now?”

“Oh, come on cuck-boy, don’t raise your voice like that. Did you forget your position? what you have been doing till now?”

“I’m sorry, I just got startled, so my voice changed”

“Good, now get freshen up before your mother arrives”

Unbeknownst to me, his thoughts were churning like a tempestuous sea. Yet in the depths of my mind, a voice whispered an ominous warning - that this eerie stillness was merely the calm before the storm, an impending maelstrom that threatened to make landfall and unleash its full fury.

When my mother arrived, Venkat eagerly rushed up to her, proclaiming that they would be heading to the shopping mall, which he had personally selected. Curious, my mother inquired as to why a shopping mall? Venkat responded with a mysterious grin, saying that it was a surprise, and politely requested that she make haste in preparing herself.
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What will be Venkat's next card? Is he going to put his master card on play?
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Hello readers, do let me know, if you liked the plot. Suggestion are always welcome! 

[Mortalbeast]

Bro ap sach me aise hi bete ko dikhana chate hai kya use badla nahi dilwaoge

This thread is titled journey of a cuckson.

[Mortalbeast]

excellent update, the mom enjoying the bully's dominance and want to show that to her son as well, the best is mom's explanation about venkat carrying her and throwing her dress on me... ha ha ha.. good one..

Thanks bro

[Mortalbeast]

I'm working on the update. Most probably, it will be tomorrow.

Thank you.

[Mortalbeast]

When my mother arrived, Venkat eagerly rushed up to her, proclaiming that they would be heading to the shopping mall, which he had personally selected. Curious, my mother inquired as to why a shopping mall? Venkat responded with a mysterious grin, saying that it was a surprise, and politely requested that she make haste in preparing herself.
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Continues...….

It was a warm midsummer Friday evening as we prepared to head out on the town as asked by Venkat. The sweltering heat made casual summer attire the obvious choice. I slipped into my jeans and a shirt, ready to go. However, my mother was still preoccupied for too long with her own preparations. I let out an exasperated huff, wondering aloud just how long she intended to keep us waiting around.
 
Just then I heard chuckle. It was Venkat, and I have to say that he looked quite muscular for some odd reasons. I know he had clearly been working out because his powerful upper body was very well presented in a close-fitting white polo shirt and the tight buttocks, I knew many women had secretly admired for a long time - and which I had seen rising and falling between my mom’s open thighs - were displayed to great effect by a pair of tailored chinos.
 
Damn! Venkat knows how to dress to impress. How does he look that good? Maybe I should start going to gym. But will I look that good like him?
 
My rain of thoughts was stopped by Venkat. As he asked me what I was murmuring. I had to tell something else or else he will be even more cocky towards me.
 
Emmm…...It’s getting late. Mom is taking too much time. I don’t know why she is taking so much time today? She is usually quick in getting dressed.
 
Venkat flashed me a knowing grin. "Just give her some space and respect, cuck,". "Geetha should look extra special for me tonight. Don’t you think?!" he said with a wink
 
I knew Venkat had planned something big. As he was in the house, whole day, he took all his time to plan a seditious tale. 

After some time had passed, mom finally emerged from her bedroom. As soon as my eyes fell upon her, a shiver ran through me, leaving goosebumps on my skin. I could hardly believe it - just the sight of my mother wearing a saree was enough to give me an erection.



She had dbangd a beautiful blue chiffon saree around herself. The fabric flowed and hugged her figure in all the right places, highlighting every single curve of her body. Her saree was tied low on her waist, exposing her deep navel since it sat well below her belly button.

She wore a white sleeveless blouse that had a deep, plunging neckline. The thin, flimsy material of the blouse struggled to contain her ample 34C breasts. It was clear that she had opted to wear a strapless bra under the blouse, as the delicate blouse likely wouldn't support a regular bra with straps.

Mom had applied only light touch of make-up due to the heat - eyeliner, a touch of mascara and some lip gloss. Her shoulder length silky hair tied in usual ponytail and she put on her favourite stiletto heels. With the heels on she was looking 2 inches taller. Although I never had any incest feeling towards her but looking at her that day, I genuinely thought she was one hell of a sexy woman and lot of men are going to have raging hard on that night just by looking at her like that.

Mom instantly asked Venkat how she looked to which Venkat looked mesmerised. His jaws had dropped a bit before he steadied himself and said "you look ravishing Geetha, I can already feel movement in my pant".

Mom immediately gave him a side eye citing my presence and was surely shying as Venkat kept ogling at her like a hungry tiger eying its prey.

My emotions at that moment were quite complex, a curious mix of pride and jealousy swirling within me. On one hand, I felt a deep sense of pride swelling in my chest as I gazed upon my beautiful mother, radiant with joy and love. Yet on the other hand, an unexpected tinge of jealousy gnawed at me as I watched Venkat bask in her affection, a part of me yearning for that spotlight to shine on me instead.

Venkat then announced that we would be taking a cab, which prompted a surprised reaction from my mom. "Why a cab, when we have our own car?" she asked, offering to drive herself. However, Venkat quickly intervened, saying, "No, Geetha, you've been working hard enough. I want you to relax and enjoy the ride, not tire yourself out driving."

Venkat ran his fingers along my mom’s side hair, across her eye while eying that too in front of me. I could see mom melting slowly and unconsciously getting into his arms.



Mmmh…. Sunil, go and check your room. See if you have forgotten anything. Then lock it.

I haven’t forgotten anything mom, we can lock all room at once when we will be ready to leave.

I could see mom fuming with anger and looked at me for few seconds. Then she turned and went to her room, murmuring ‘I forgot something…’

Venkat strode across the hallway as if to go into the bedroom, then stopped suddenly in the doorway. Retracing his steps, he looked across me and grinned commenting ‘I explained your position earlier Sunil. You are a cuck. You have to behave like a cuck. The quick you accept it; least painful it would be.’ Then he walked straight inside where my beautiful mom obviously must be waiting for him.

I crumbled on the couch with thoughts going all over, thinking what he just said. Should I accept? But how does cuck behave? What is he expecting me to do?

After a short while, noises soon began to filter through the thin internal wall. First there was that unusual giggling of my mom then the low tones of Venkat's masculine voice followed by the familiar higher whispering notes of mom. Her words were indecipherable but she sounded happy and excited. There were more words from them both, then I heard my mom’s approaching Payal noise.

Sunil, close all door and lock it. Till then, Venkat will book a cab.

I did as my mom asked, making my way through the house, shutting and locking each door. By the time I got to the main entrance, it was clear Venkat had already called for a cab.

The taxi pulled up shortly thereafter. Venkat chivalrously helped my mother into the vehicle, his arm gently resting at her waist as a gentlemanly gesture. They took their seats in the back, leaving me to sit up front beside the driver.

After a few minutes of travel, I glanced over at the driver. I noticed he was constantly adjusting the rear-view mirror and glancing at it. At first, I paid it little mind, but as the minutes ticked by with minimal traffic on the road, I found myself wondering why he kept eyeing that mirror so intently. So, I leaned back in my seat and tried to catch a glimpse of what had so thoroughly captivated the driver's attention. What I saw made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. The driver had angled the mirror to give himself a perfect view of my mother in the backseat. Suddenly, he caught my glare and I felt a surge of anger welling up inside me. But I bit my tongue, knowing that confronting him about his lecherous behaviour would only cause an ugly scene.



After a couple of minutes, we were travelling at high speed on the motorway. I glanced over at the driver and saw he was still looking in the rear-view mirror. This was getting on my nerves and I wanted to inform about this creepy driver to Venkat. So, I tried to peek at the back seat. Although it was dark outside, the motorway streetlights provided enough illumination for me to see Venkat with his arm dbangd around my mother's shoulder. They were gazing into each other's eyes, chatting and laughing like a pair of love-struck newlyweds. This infuriated me even more than before.

Feeling a little guilty that I was not quite able to put a stop to things, I glanced guiltily in the mirror to see what was happening in the back seat and whether Venkat or mom had noticed that a stranger is watching them. 

I was utterly shocked and humiliated by the scandalous spectacle before my eyes as I peered into the taxi's backseat. The unthinkable scene played out in vivid detail - Venkat brazenly grasping my mother's delicate hand in his own, his free hand boldly venturing towards the alluring expanse of her exposed navel. To my absolute disbelief and revulsion, mom wantonly guided his wandering fingers still deeper into the sultry depths of her navel, erupting into a peal of giggles at this brazen public display. Venkat joined in her mirthful laughter, his fingers now shamelessly probing and teasing the intimate recesses of her bellybutton with reckless abandon, the two acting like lovestruck adolescents without a care in the world for their surroundings or propriety. Tears of shame stung my eyes as I struggled to process the reality that the woman who raised me could so callously discard any semblance of maternal modesty or decorum.



I felt it so ridiculous that I turned front and tried to divert my mind by looking at the traffic and roads. At this point I couldn’t understand upon whom should I anger? My own mother, who is brazenly exposing herself, Venkat, who deliberately Pelling away my mom’s dignity or this stranger who is happily spectating all this scandalous event?

After a while, there was traffic stop approaching but I felt our car wasn’t stopping and there was whole lot of traffic ahead. With tensed I shouted at the driver “Hey watch out, break! Break!! Break!!

As I glanced over at the driver, he appeared to be in a confused state of mind, his full attention still fixated on the rear-view mirror. Meanwhile, one of his hands was busily rubbing and scratching at his crotch area in an absentminded manner, clearly preoccupied with some private discomfort or distraction.

Seeing him in this condition, I looked back and completely dumbstruck to see Venkat removing his hand from my mom’s blouse. While my mom was leaned on the seat, her face looked flushed and red, saree slightly misplaced. One thing which gave me goosebumps was seeing mom correcting her bra and buttoning her blouse.



What the hell is Venkat doing to my mom? Why was her blouse opened? She was correcting her inner bra too. How did she even allow such bizarre act in a taxi.

However, I composed rather quickly and tried to shower all of my pent-up anger on the cab driver. Although I was angry and tried to look tough but honestly, even I could feel my weak voice breaking with intrusive thoughts. Still holding together, I tried to think like Venkat and what he would have done in this instance.  

That was close driver! Why don’t you pay more attention on the road. Why were you keep looking in the rear-view mirror? You are not driving backwards? Focus on the road and drive us safe till our destination. Can you do that?  I groaned with shaky voice and goosebump all over my body. This is first time in my life, I’m shouting on a stranger or anyone other than my friends.

Yes sir, I’m sorry, I... I was looking at the approaching lorry from the back. 

Venkat groaned with smile “With twin headlights?”

Driver again looking at rear view mirror “Yes sir”

Venkat “was it good”

Driver with smile said “The best I had seen sir. I never knew headlight bulbs could be so round and pointy.”

Venkat with smile “best in the town, right?”

Driver looking back through rear view mirror “Best in the state sir. She is truly gorgeous and God gifted”

That’s when strangely I heard my mom’s giggles while still correcting her saree. Then she said “will you concentrate on the road and not damage the truck please?”

Driver with a bigger smile “of course madam, I won’t let anything happen to such a premium truck with God gifted headlights and bulbs. Such a magnificent piece of art”

Mom kept giggling while listening to driver and said “you all men are so desperate”

Venkat with a smirk said “men will be men”. 

Honestly, I didn’t understand a word of them. What are they talking about? Truck; headlight; bulb; Does that even make sense? Why didn’t Venkat understand that this creepy driver was looking at my mom all the while and not at any truck.

Getting frustrated and seeing no other option. I thought to message Venkat. At least, when he knows about what this creepy driver is doing, I’m sure he will hit him. So, I sent him messages on Instagram. But there wasn’t any notification noise. So, I sent again on WhatsApp. Again, there wasn’t any notification noise from his phone. Frustrated, I looked back to direct him to check his phone. But What I witnessed, gave me a perspective, why Venkat isn’t bothered about his phone?

I saw Mom resting her head on Venkat's shoulders while he was caressing her with a tender, almost reverent touch. His expert hands seemed to dance across her body, starting at her delicate fingers and slowly tracing a path up her arms before gently stroking the smooth skin of her neck before gradually moving to a more intimate position on her butt, beneath which, the edge of her fine blue chiffon saree dbangd her brown shapely ass.





Slowly, Venkat's fingers began to move downwards in a slow and twisting motion, like a snake navigating through grass, with it my heart beat began to rise but all this while my mom just kept biting her lips and remained silent, offering no resistance. His fingers continued their gentle yet deliberate exploration, slowly making their way up her leg until they reached her knee. From there, he started to carefully pull her saree upwards. My body started shivering at what I was witnessing in car. At this point mom made some half-hearted objections. Undeterred, Venkat looked in her eye and whispered something to mom and his hand persisted in its gradual ascent, eventually raising up her saree to just above her knees, his movements patient yet insistent. Just then I felt, a hard-on.





Thinking, all this storm would settle, I tried to calm myself down. just then Venkat’s hand began sliding up underneath mom's saree. I instantly jolted on my front seat and began trembling in shock and might be in excitement too. Although I have seen Venkat fuck my mom but this brazen act inside the car was making me quite nervous and excited. I could see his fingers grazing my mom’s bare skin just above her knee.
 
Just then, Mom placed her own hand firmly on top of his, as if to halt his advances. Both of them froze, locked in an intense stare. Venkat’s hand remained poised high up her thigh, stroking her smooth flesh while the taxi driver's eyes flicked back and forth between the road and the rearview mirror, taking in the scandalous scene unfolding in the backseat. To utter shame, all this was making me excited and many more emotions kept running through me causing me shiver and sweat like a maniac. Is this what cuck usually do? Is this who I’m?  
 
Diverting my focus on back seat, I saw my mom made no move to withdraw Venkat’s wandering hand, seemingly content to let his fingers remain right where they were, a silent permission for him to continue his surreptitious exploration of her body in front of taxi driver and her own son. As if her desires seemed to have overcome all shame. Was it possible for all woman to follow their desire or is it Venkat’s expert ministration that overwhelmingly pushing my mom’s desire over everything.
 
A sudden gasp or moan of my mom from my back seat startled me and pulled me out of my imagination. Glancing over, I saw her saree was hiked up even more than before, exposing her shapely legs and intimating at her motherly thighs. Her eyes fluttered closed, there was a noticeable pink flush on her cheeks as she let out another muffled whimper, her breathing becoming heavy and laboured.



 

From my vantage point, I couldn't quite make out what was happening, but the tense, rippling muscles in Venkat's forearm and wrist told a tale. I could only assume that his hands were busy exploring the smooth, bare expanse of my mother's thighs or somewhere even more deeper, eliciting those breathy whimpers from her lips.
 
Suddenly there was a loud groan AGGHhh…. Urhhh…
 
It was the driver’s grunt that startled us all. Venkat's hand returned reluctantly to the seat and mom tried to recover her composure by correcting her saree, pretending that nothing had happened.
 
Then I composed myself too and sat straight. I slightly turned towards the cab driver to see him panting and sweating. What happened to him? Did he get heart attack or something, I thought to myself.
 
Seems like, you are having too much fun!! Groaned Venkat from back.
 
What? Did he see me spectating my mom’s scandalous affair in car? Oh no, now he will torment me like anything. Mom will also know about it. What will I say to her?
 
Thinking all this, as I was about to decline……
 
“Sorry sir, it’s just I couldn’t help myself”
 
HAHAHA!! Of course I heard you couldn’t control yourself. What led you to such helplessness?
 
Sir…...It…. I….
 
Truck tire?! Or those smooth noises it created?
 
Both sir…. both…. I’m sorry sir…
 
No, it’s okay! I can understand your condition. Afterall I’m a man too. HHAAAHHAA!!
 
What are they talking about? Truck tire? I looked back through window, to see there wasn’t any truck behind us? Then why did this driver grunt so loudly? Upon taking a closer look at the driver, I noticed a large, wet stain on his pants near the crotch area.
 
"This is crazy! The taxi driver actually came while looking at my mom's legs and naked thighs? That's so wrong, a total stranger cumming after seeing my mom's gorgeous legs. It's actually hot and erotic that a stranger enjoyed my mom’s beauty but it's completely wrong!"
 
H…how was the truck tire? Was it good? Shuddered mom as if trembling or shaking with words.
 
Gorgeous! Madam, just gorgeous! I’m sorry madam, I don’t know the right word to describe.
 
For a poor man such as myself, something so exquisite is simply a figment of my imagination or confined to the silver screen. You've graciously brought this fantasy to vivid life before my very eyes. Madam, this has been the most extraordinary and memorable journey of my life.
 
Wait, why is he thanking my mom for his fantasy on truck? But where is the truck? I didn’t see any truck? What are they talking about? Is he tricking my mom?
 
HAHAHHA!! Of course, this should be your best journey. Thanks to this amazing truck; grunted Venkat in excitement.
 
Men…will be…. men; exclaimed mom
 
Suddenly all of them erupted laughing except me. I couldn’t understand much of their word. It seemed like they were talking in some code language. I tried hard to put these words in alignment. Ignoring them and their coded conversation, I focused on constructing and decoding their earlier conversation.
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Please give a like, if you liked it till now. If you have time, then kindly give a feedback, what you liked, what you didn't like? 

[Mortalbeast]

Nice fucking hot Update...... Eagerly waiting for the Shopping mall episode of venkat with my Mom

Thanks bro...

[Mortalbeast]

For a story of this kind the amount of appreciation the write get is too little, unfortunate !!!

Thanks bro for appreciating this thread.

[Mortalbeast]

This is indeed a great story. There are very few stories with this level of humiliation and control. But I don't get the point that why anyone have to put or imagine himself as protagonist . One can put himself as the antagonist too and enjoy the story. Here if you don't like the son's character then enjoy the alpha nature and manipulation of venket. It feels so overwhelming to have a cousin and his mother as your slaves. And don't talk about morals because the moment you came on this site you already compromised with that. So either enjoy this masterpiece or don't read if you don't like. But let the writer play with his imagination don't demotivate him.

Very well said my friend. Only if, some readers understand that there is more than one perspective. Most importantly to have tolerance. This platform is place for us unanimous user's enjoyment. 

I feel sad, when people bring morals and societal rules to a platform like xossipy. 

Now writers have to pay the price for this. Xossipy team monitors and doesn't allow few genre of stories. I had to tone down and remove elements fearing this thread might not get taken down. 

Hope readers will understand that and let Writer give his perspective. Of course suggestions and discussions are necessary to improve the story but it shouldn't force writer to completely change the plot.

We are like a community and should behave like that. Still, I'm thankful that there are many users who understand basic principles of eroticism and don't let morals come in the way.

[Mortalbeast]

Hello reader,

thank you all for such overwhelming response. As i said before, let's behave like a community and make this thread overwhelming for all. I respect all your response.

Addressing to some readers response - No, I'm not going to leave this story unfinished. I promise to complete it. This is long version and i have already written few parts of it. So, be assure that i will complete it.

Now, coming to main issue - I know it's been late for update. Actually, i have fallen sick, so i couldn't work on the story. As it's a long version, so i don't want to rush unfinished update and ruin it.

Please let me rest this week. Update will be coming from next week.

[Mortalbeast]

Ok mortalbeast i will now not intrupt in your story write what you want i am sorry i think i hurted you i am sorry once again

No, brother, this is a open platform. Everyone has right to share their feeling and bring their voice. 

I never got hurt by your response. So, rest assure.

[Mortalbeast]

Disclaimer : Dear readers, sorry for the long delay. I had few personal issues which I had to resolve. From now on updates will be regular on every week. 
If possible, please go through previous parts again, so as to catch the on-going updates.

CONTINUES...…..


After about 5-10 minutes, we reached the shopping destination. (The newly opened famous mall in Hyderabad. It had most international brand with fresh layouts). 


My mom's face lit up with an enormous smile as Venkat has brought us to the newly opened mall. She instantly hugged him and holding his and mine hand started running inside like a teenager. It was clear that she was thrilled to be there, and I could understand why. She had been talking to my father about visiting this mall for weeks, ever since her friends started raving about it. They had shared their wonderful experiences, from the vast array of stores to the delectable food options, and mom had been itching to check it out for herself. As we stepped into the mall, she couldn't contain her excitement. She began to scurry around, her eyes scanning the directory board to figure out where the women's sections were, including cosmetics and jewellery. Her enthusiasm was infectious, and we followed her as she dashed around the ground floor, taking in the sights and sounds of the bustling mall.

As we explored the ground floor, we decided that our first stop would be a clothing store. We had all been thinking of buying some new clothes, and what better place to start than a popular brand? That's when we spotted the H&M store, and we walked in together. Venkat said he wanted to buy casual T-shirts, shorts and a pair of underwear’s for himself. I was interested in Shirts, those white cotton shirts, like that wore by Prabhas in Mirchi movie. But after looking around for a while, I was unable to find the perfect model like in that movie and got confused between few Shirts. So, I went looking around for mom, as she always helps me in shopping. Mostly I try out clothes and show it to her. 

I spotted my mom standing outside the male trail room, seemingly lost in thought. I approached her, eager to get her opinion on the three shirts I had picked out
Mom, which one of these will look good on me?  I held up the three shirts, fanning them out for her inspection.

Her response was immediate, sharp, and entirely dismissive. Without even a flicker of her eyes towards me or the shirts, she waved a hand in a shooing gesture. "Sunil, just take anything you want. Don’t disturb me today, I’m a bit busy!" Her tone was curt, her focus unwavering on the trial room door.

Come on mom, help me. I’m a bit confused between these three shirts; Can you tell me which one would look better on me? 

An exasperated sigh escaped her lips, audible even over the store's noise. "Urh! Sunil, just pick anyone." This time, she spared me a fleeting, impatient glance, her eyebrows furrowed, before her attention snapped back to the door.

Wait, I will try out all three and show you.

Urrrhhh!! Sunil! I told you already, I’m busy. Choose anything you want by yourself. You’re grown up now, try to wear something of your choice.

Yeah, I choose these three. Just a bit confused, they all look so good. Tell me mom, by wearing which one of these would make me look like Prabhas?

"Forget about Prabhas," she sneered, finally turning her full attention to me, though her eyes held more disdain than warmth. "You don’t have height nor physique like him. These shirts are looking good, but they won’t look good on your skinny body. Try something else. Try out T-shirts!" The words were a brutal blow, striking directly at my insecurity. My hopeful grin vanished, replaced by a flush of anger and humiliation.

Mom, are you serious?! I’m not skinny! Why you have to say it loud?! People…...

Just as the retort left my lips, the frosted trial room door whirred open with a soft hiss. All air seemed to leave the space around us. Standing there, bathed in the soft glow from within the room, was Venkat. He looked undeniably striking in a slick, dark, party-wear kind of T-shirt, perfectly fitted to his athletic frame, paired with stylish, printed shorts that reached just above his knees.



In an instant, Mom’s entire demeanour transformed. Her face, moments ago etched with impatience, practically lit up. Her "busy-ness" vanished as if by magic. Without a single word, without another glance in my direction, she surged forward, moving past me as if I were a piece of furniture. She went straight to Venkat, her hands immediately flying to his shoulders, smoothing the fabric, running down his arms, checking the fit around his chest and waist. She was touching him, adjusting, admiring, her voice a soft murmur of approval, completely, utterly absorbed.

A cold, bitter knot twisted in my stomach. Honestly, that felt more than "strangely bad," it felt like a betrayal. The way Mom had vehemently declared she was busy and couldn’t help me, yet the moment Venkat appeared, all her urgent work, all her pressing engagements, seemed to dissolve into thin air. Her hands, which had been so quick to dismiss me, were now lingering over Venkat, checking for fitness, adjusting every crease, in front of all the people milling around. Was she completely oblivious? Does she think she is in the USA or something?! Behaving as if Venkat is her boyfriend!  it was infuriating! 

Unable to contain the sudden, overwhelming surge of fury, I flung the three shirts I was still clutching to the gleaming tile floor. They landed with a pathetic rustle, a defiant statement of my hurt. With a growl of frustration, I turned on my heel and stomped away, heading towards the T-shirt section, which was in the other, far corner of the store, hoping to find clothes that didn't require anyone's approval but my own.


I tried to focus on finding a T-shirt that would make me feel better about myself. I didn't want to be reminded of my mom's betrayal every time I looked in the mirror. Worst of all was the fact that deep in my mind, a dirty part of it kind of liked it. I somehow liked seeing my mom touch Venkat in front of others. The way, he would hold her in his arms, the way he touched her in cab is so wrongly making me excited.

No…...No…. I must stop thinking like that. This is what making me weak. It’s Venkat’s idea. He surely wants me to be cuck. But I wouldn’t fall in his trap like my mom.  

As I browsed through the racks, I couldn't help but think about how my life had changed. I had always been close to my mom, and now I felt like she is drifting away from me. Yes, that’s how I must think not the way Venkat described me to be. I’m not a cuck. I should stand up for myself. Think with positive mind and shut that kinky part of me. It is exciting but it’s wrong.

Suddenly I heard a sweet voice. 

‘Can I help you sir?!’

I turned. Behind me was a girl, a beautiful girl with a H&M logo discreetly embroidered on the breast of her long-sleeved black top. She was completely covered, her clothes professional and modest, hiding even her hair but nothing could hide the arresting intensity of her eyes. They were grey, not a dull, rainy-day grey, but the colour of a storm brewing over the ocean, sharp and piercing. I found myself staring, my brain short-circuiting, whole evening dilemma completely forgotten.



"Sir, do you need my help?! Hello, sir?!" Her voice, though still sweet, had a sliver of concern.

My consciousness snapped back. ‘Hn…yeah…yeah…I couldn’t tell which T-shirt would be better for me’

That’s fine sir, here is our latest collection. This is gen-z collections, perfect style for your age group.

As she guided me through the displays, her slender fingers pointing out different styles, I realised my gaze had drifted again. It wasn't just her eyes anymore. The gentle curve of her neck, the way she moved with an unstudied grace. My focus had locked onto her, a heat rising in my own cheeks.

‘Excuse me sir, c…can you look here’

‘Hm..yeah, I’m sorry’. I blurted out, frantically searching for an excuse. ‘I was searching for my mother’

Okay, so these are all our latest collections. If you need older models, those are behind female section. Let me know, if you want to check it out. 

Check you out?!

Her grey eyes widened, a blush creeping up her neck. "N-no, sir, I said check the T-shirts."

‘Oh, I’m sorry, I just….’

In the whole while, I didn’t know when my eyes were locked on her. It was an involuntary, caveman-like instinct, a hunger which I didn’t knew existed. Honestly all these things were so new to me that I had no knowledge how to ogle at girl without her noticing? 

She caught me ogling her breast as my eyes were constantly on her big breasts trying to bulge out of dress. When our eyes met and she caught me red handed staring at her. My whole body shook and I fell back a bit. Surprisingly she too moved back a bit in shy I guess as she wasn’t looking at me anymore. 

‘S..Sir, you can choose from here. I... I will be leaving’

Panic flared in my chest. I couldn't let her go. This brief, clumsy connection was the most interesting thing that had happened to me in my life.

‘Excuse me miss; can you help me finding a T-shirt that would suit me.’

‘I showed you all section’

‘No, I mean personally?’

‘H..How could I…I mean how will I…I meant, I will call my friend, she is expert in T-shirt section. So, yeah, I…’

‘No, miss, I want your choice. I mean, you can find me a T-shirt too. It will be beautiful like you’ 

Her mouth fell open slightly ‘Huh??!…...’

‘I’m sorry, I meant good colour T-shirt like that, I just fumbled. Sorry’

Wow, what just happened? I’m I in love? Oh my god, my heart is pounding like crazy. My mouth is going dry. Did I just propose a girl? No, it wasn’t. I just told her beautiful. Uhh! Why can’t I talk to girls with confidence?!

I wanted her to stay beside me. I wanted to look at her beautiful eyes. 

Surprisingly she went on to select T-shirt for me. She definitely likes me, I can feel that. Or else she could have ignored me and went for other customers. 

She took out 3-4 T-shirts and handed it to me and was about to leave. 

‘Miss, can you help me in deciding which one would look good on me.’

‘I took out best models in here. Now you try it according to your choice and show it to your mother.’

‘My mother is busy in shopping. You are the only one I know here.  Will you help me?’

She looked at me, her grey eyes searching my face. ‘How can I help you? I mean what should I do?’

‘I will try these out, will you stay and tell me, if it looks good on me?’

‘Hm…I’m not good in this. I…I

‘Miss, it’s okay, I know your good in this, I can tell by looking at these beautiful t-shirts, you choose for me. But I want perfect one, will you help?’

‘O…Okay sir’

‘Sunil, you can call me Sunil!’

O…okay sir, I…I mean it’s…yes, I will stay, Sunil.

Thank you miss

With her behind me, I went to trial room. Surprisingly she stood just outside the trial room like a girlfriend. She must be into me? How will I impress her? What should I do? Slowly I was starting to feel nervous and my whole body was shaking and trembling in fear.
 
I tried one T-shirt and went out to show her. She smiled and just said ‘OKAY its good’.
 
Does it look good?
 
Hm
 
Should I try other ones or is it good enough to buy it?
 
Try others, try that Aqua colour one.
 
I happily tried other one, it was polo T-shirt with kind of an Aqua colour. I kind of liked this one. I began carefully checking out myself for a while.
 
When I came out, I saw her standing with some other models and an over- sized one too. Seeing me, she slowly approached me closer and said ‘it suits you’. Then surprisingly she began correcting it, like straightening it, my collar. Wow! That felt so good and happy in kind of unusual way. I remembered how my mom was checking and correcting Venkat while ignoring me. Well, there is someone who cares about me too.
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Thanks, all of you for trusting and supporting me in my rough times. As promised, I will complete this story no matter what. 

Let me know, how you liked this post? 

[Mortalbeast]

CONTINUES.........



When I came out of trial room, I saw her standing with some other models and an over- sized one too. Seeing me, she slowly approached me closer and said ‘it suits you’. Then surprisingly she began correcting it, like straightening it, my collar. Wow! That felt so good and happy in kind of unusual way. I remembered how my mom was checking and correcting Venkat while ignoring me. Well, there is someone who cares about me too.

While correcting, our eyes met and she mentioned something no one has told me ever “you look Handsome”. I don’t know why but I felt so overwhelmed like I just won everything.

 
Then I did something expected, I held her face and whispered “You are most beautiful girl, I have ever met. I just want to keep looking at your beautiful eyes. It’s twinkling like stars”
 
She immediately backed a bit and hung her face down. I got scared thinking did she got angry or irritated? Oh no why did I say such a thing on her face?
 
Panic, cold and sharp, lanced through me. Miss I’m sorry? I don’t know why I said? It just came out…I didn’t mean to hurt you…. I’m...
 
I’m not angry. I’m…feeling …. please you change…I can’t look at you….
 
Why? I’m sorry miss
 
No…Don’t say sorry. I’m not angry…It’s just…...I’m…. I’m…
 
Seeing her trembling, I got even more worried as I have never talked much to girls. So, I was pretty much new to all this.
 
Miss?! Are you alright?!
 
Y…Yes…. It’s just…. I’m feeling shy. Now please stop looking at me like that, I…I feel strange. Now go try this one.
 
Oh…okay.
 
Oh my god, what just happened? What did I do? I feel like I will pass out. I feel so tensed as well as happy like hell. What is this feeling?
 
I somehow wore the T-shirt she gave me to try. It was loose fit, kind of over-sized model T-shirt. When I wore it, strangely it looked good on me. It had Naruto print on back.
 
As I came out of trial room, I saw she was standing just beside the trial room. There was glow on her face and she was holding the t-shirt which I had worn earlier. Strangely she was smiling and biting her finger nails while looking at the t-shirt.



 
Miss?
 
h...han, yes…wow, this suits you too.
 
Which one would be better Aqua one or Black one?
 
Both were looking good one you. I’m sure anything would look good on you.
 
Well then, I’m buying both.
 
Both? Why? Show it to your mother, maybe….
 
Nah, I always wore her choices. But now that she asked me to choose for myself. I have chosen it! This is my choice. Thanks for helping me. Till now, I have never been able to select anything for me; this is my first time and all thanks to you.
 
I…. I’m not that good at selecting stuffs. Please once show it your mother. She might get angry.
 
No, she doesn’t care about me much. She got her other priorities now. Leave it, miss, I don’t want to talk about her.
 
Hey, can you help me in properly fitting this t-shirt. I need a help here. (Seeing her constantly look at me. I decided to try something. I wanted to act confidence in front of her)
 
Where? Is it the size?
 
No, it’s here
 
Where? Is it the collar?
 
No, a bit closer, like here
 
Ayoo…. Where? I’m already close to you.
 
Yes, like this. I wanted you beside me. I want you to touch me like before.
 
Her eyes went wide, a shocked laugh bubbling out of her. Yahh ,.'…your so spoiled. Oh…there’s people here.
 
I just want your help? Only you can help, seriously.
 
HMM…. Now I understand all your drama. How many girlfriends do you have?
 
Girlfriends? I don’t even have a girl in my life?
 
Stop lying, your too handsome to be single. I know all about you boy’s tricks. My friend has already warned about this. She said, boys will ask for help, then they will act as if you’re the most beautiful girl in the world. Then ask for phone number, then straight to OYO room to fulfil all their wishes. After that, they will block you and pretend as if they don’t know you at all.
 
Oh my god, what are you talking about. Miss, I promise, you’re the first girl I ever talked. That’s why I was shaking and fumbling. Just look at me, do I look like I come in those categories of boys you mentioned?
 
No…I meant, my friend has warned me already. I…It just…I
 
Shushh!! (I don’t know how did I get such courage to ‘shush’ a girl but I did)
 
Now I took her hand and placed it over my chest, to let her feel my raging heartbeat. To let her know, how tensed I’m right now. So, that she could understand, I’m not some playboy or dream boy like Venkat. Thankfully it worked as she smiled shyly and placed her hand properly on my chest.
 
Just then, I don’t know how but my arm itself stretched and I caught her hips. At once, both of our breaths became high as if we just ran a marathon. We both were looking in each other eyes and breathing hard. Surprisingly she started getting closer herself, I think she too didn’t know that she is too close to my body.
 
Suddenly it happened, the most unthinkable. As she was too close to my body. Being single all my life, I got erection unaware. I don’t know from how long, I had erection. But I felt, actually we both felt it like a shock as our bodies began shaking.
 
A gasp escaped her lips, a tiny, almost inaudible sound that nonetheless reverberated through my entire being. Her eyes, which moments ago had been sparkling like stars, now widened in a mixture of surprise and something else I couldn't quite name – fear? Embarrassment? Desire? My own face burned, a furious blush spreading from my neck to the tips of my ears. 
 
Her breath hitched again, and her gaze dropped, not to my eyes, but downwards, to where our bodies were still undeniably pressed together. A faint pink dusted her cheeks, matching mine. She didn't pull away immediately, though her body stiffened, a silent proof to the shock that had seized us both. 
 
Aioo…...Anand, go to counter section, quickly. Where is Mariyam?
 
Ma…. mariyam… Aiooo donga(thief)…...
 
The spell was broken. She flinched, involuntary recoil, and in that instant, I released her hips in a jolt. She took a quick, shaky step back, her eyes looking shockingly in the direction of that new girl. From behind, there stood her friend — or colleague — but she did seem like a storm that was about to be burst. She was wearing same H&M logo t-shirt with a niqab.
 
Her friend’s eyes were sweeping over us with a naughty curiosity that felt like a searing spotlight. My own hands felt incredibly empty, stupidly dangling by my sides.
 
N…Naziya, mai inh janab ki madad kar rahi thi (I was just helping the customer)
 
Yah ,.'hh……Like this? Naziya gasped, a hand flying to her chest.
 
Mariyam - No, I was checking for damage and taking the pin out for him to try it.
 
Naziya - Really, you don’t even talk to male customers. That’s why you were shifted to female section. Now, you’re taking pin out of boy. You could have called me. This is my expertise.

Mariyam lowered her eyes, “Yes, I was going to call you for help”
 
But you wanted to spend something with him nah?! Hehee! He is cute. Who is he? Boyfriend?
 
Seeing Mariyam trembling, again I thought to act strong. Mariyam was in such a state that she wasn’t able utter a word or maybe she couldn’t find some excuse. So, I stepped forward. Uncomfortable yet oddly have to be protective.
 
“No Mam, Mariyam was just checking my collar size as this t-shirt weren’t fitting me. I asked for her help as I didn’t find anyone else. It’s not her fault”.
 
Oh, Ho such a protective boyfriend. So cute!
 
I don’t know why, but I felt shy hearing boyfriend word. I wanted to speak and say something but my mouth was shut by deep blush creeping on my cheeks.
 
“Naziya, behave yourself. We should behave properly in front of customer or else manager sir will get angry on us” Groaned Mariyam while getting in between me and Nariya.
 
Ammo Donga (thief in slang) …I’m sorry Mariyam madam, I didn’t know, I have to hug customers tightly with love to know their fit. Okay as I’m in charge of male section, so let me hug him properly and know his fit size. I always wanted a young guy in my life. This is perfect! She extended her arms dramatically towards me.
 
Naziya! Screamed Mariyam in tensed.
 
What? I’m just trying to help him, he is a customer, right Mariyamji?! Hee-hee!
 
I managed a weak smile. Thankyou mam, but I already choose it. I meant….
 
Of course you had already chosen her. I already saw you both feeling each other.
 
Naziya, stop! Come let’s go, we have lot of work.
 
No, I’m not going anywhere without knowing everything between you both. I want to know how you both met? How long has this been going? Most importantly, why you never mentioned about him?
 
Shut up Naziya, come let’s go! Mariyam began pulling and dragging her friend away from me.
 
“Wait, I want to know. Don’t you trust me? I thought I’m your best friend” Groaned Naziya desperately.
 
This was such a dramatic event going on. I was scared of getting caught also this tense situation added up my excitement. One part was so overwhelmed and wanted to spent time with her. But another part, I don’t know why but I felt like I got caught stealing a bank. While Mariyam, that was her name. she was trying to drag her friend away from me, as she was trying to talk to me.
 
Then I decided to act with confidence and stand up for myself. I’m done hiding. I’m done being a dutiful son. When my mom can have affair with her nephew why can’t I date a '. girl? 
 
Mariyam; I called out her name loudly. (I wanted to call her towards the older section of T-shirts. So that her friend won’t disturb us)
 
Oh my, look your boyfriend is calling you. Seems like he wants something more…Hehe…what happened Mr. do you want kiss from my friend??…. hee-hee…. didn’t you have enough?
 
Stop it Naziya, you’re embarrassing me. People are watching us. Mariyam was trying to shut Naziya mouth while dragging her away from me.
 
Aree…at least ask your boyfriend, why is he calling you?
 
Naziya, he is not my boyfriend okay. I told you; he is a customer.
 
Mariyam from her side eye signalled me to go away. Al least this is what I could understand. Also seeing these two pulling each other and teasing in front of surrounding people. This time I got scared and ran away towards other side of counter, where Venkat and mom were there.
 
Just as I was quick walking towards the counter, I bumped onto a young couple. At once I knew, this is going to be very problematic because the man didn’t seemed to be in a good mood that I bumped onto his beautiful wife.
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[Mortalbeast]

And kuch nahi to kam se kam maa ko muh se randi bol kar uski ek baar insult kar de vo bhi kafi hoga jo maa apne bete ki nahi ho sakti vo randi kisi ki nahi ho sakti

That will destroy actual theme of this story. I hope you're understanding what's the theme of this story.

[Mortalbeast]

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Just as I was quick walking towards the counter, I bumped onto a young couple. 

Lady – Hey watch it!

 
My head snapped up. Standing before me was a beautiful woman, perhaps in her late twenties, with striking dark hair pulled back in a sleek ponytail and eyes that seemed to spark with immediate attention. She was impeccably dressed, a stylish, form-fitting top and denim pants emphasizing her petite figure. 



Beside her, a man – taller than the woman, broader, with a mischievous glint in his eyes that I hadn't yet deciphered – was already speaking, his voice surprisingly loud, cutting through the air like a theatrical declaration.
 
Man – Oh boy, did you feel my wife’s ass or something?
 
Me – No sir, I…I’m sorry…. It was a mistake! My voice came out as a strangled squeak.
 
Lady – Wait a minute, Amar. What did you say? who is your wife, you idiot. I’m just your friend.
 
Man – Really darling! After all we have done last night, four times, remember four times, that’s how you treat me? Last night you were calling me hubby, darling, baby, daddy…you called me daddy, fuck me hard…. harder….
 
Lady – Control your mouth Amar…there is a kid here, you idiot.
 
Man – Kid? This is not a kid. I know boys at this age like mature and older woman more. I’m pretty sure he must be fond of aunties that’s why he knowingly bumped onto you, so that he could feel your body. I mean…I did it during my teenage days.
 
Lady – Auntie? You idiot, Do I look like an auntie to you? If I’m old, then go to your wife then, why bother me?
 
Man – No darling, I’m talking about this young fellow. What he would be thinking, not me.
 
Me – No…No sir, I…. I…...It happened by mistake; I didn’t mean it. I’m sorry mam, I promise, I was rushing towards the counter. My mom is there. If you want…...
 
I trailed off, lost for words, my voice cracking with desperation. Just then, a new voice cut through the increasingly tense atmosphere. This one was calmer, deeper, laced with an easy authority that instantly drew my attention.
 
Another man - Woah! What’s going on Amar? Why are you troubling this boy? What happened Pallavi?
 
Lady – It nothing dear, this boy just bumped onto me by mistake. He was looking for his mother. Amar is unnecessarily troubling him. He is innocent.
 
Man – Nope I don’t believe it. Aditya, I’m pretty sure, this is a playboy and he knowingly jumped upon Pallavi, so that he could touch her and feel her. I mean look at her, she is so sexy, who wouldn’t jump upon her. I understand your feeling boy, that’s why I have been bumping all over her last night.
 
And then, he winked at me.
 
Now another lady joined them and they all started laughing for some reason, which I didn’t understand. So much things have happened in these few minutes that my head felt like it would explode in fear and tension.
 
Lady – Hehheehe! Chee Yadava! (slang in Telugu) You’re such a character, Amar. How could you be so vulgar in front of a kid?
 
Man – He is not a kid. Stop calling him a kid. He is a teenager. He probably has crush on you. Most probably on your peach shaped ass.
 
Another lady – What? Why is everyone so fond of Pallavi? I do have nice ass too. I’m I not attractive boy? She pivoted, striking a pose that was probably meant to be alluring, I guess. She was definitely, the prettiest woman I came across in my entire life.


 
Me – Y…yes Mam you are. I choked out, my voice barely above a whisper, my eyes darting frantically between her and the floor. 
 
Another lady – Awwww… thank youuuu…. hhehhe! your good looking too. But that clothes you are wearing sucks, wear those you’re holding on your arm. Wear colour of love! Wear something vibrant my love.
 
Another man – Oh honey! You’re so out of your mind. You’re so drunk haahah!
 
Another lady – No I’m fine! I want to buy few clothes for this boy. Will you help me, Pallavi?
 
Lady – yeah, why not? That would be fun.
 
Me – No mam, I have selected already, please let me go.
 
Another lady – What? You choose already?
 
Man – Yeah, I know he choose my wife’s ass.
 
Lady – Stop calling me your wife, you idiot!
 
Another lady – What? You choose Pallavi over me? Now I will not let you go, unless you tell me, what you found in Pallavi more appealing than me?
 
Man – Yeah!
 
 Me – Nothing…. I didn’t do any such things. please let me go mam. I…It was a mistake sir. I’m sorry! Please I’m sorry. Let me go!
 
Another man – Hey calm down boy! don’t be so tensed. What’s your name? We are just playing around. That guy is Amar; he is very funny man. Don’t take his words seriously.
 
Man – Yeah! This is my sexy wife, Pallavi. Say sorry sincerely to my wife, for kneading her peach shaped ass like this.
 
Lady – Ouch! Ah! Amar, you naughty bastard. (She shrieked, batting his hand away, a genuine laugh escaping her now.)
For record, I’m not your wife and (Her eyes, still sparkling with amusement, met mine) this boy never touched anywhere near like you. He just hit my arm, so he is definitely innocent. Aditya, perfectly understood the situation and handled well, unlike you creating unnecessary situations.
 
The tipsy lady, whose name I still didn't know, laughed again, a bright, clear sound now that the tension had broken. "See, I told you he was innocent! And he's cute too! Let's get him some new clothes, Pallavi!"
 
Just then, mom and Venkat arrived. I guess, they heard my voice.
 
Mom – What happened Sunil?
 
Me – Mom I just…...
 
Another lady – Hello madam, myself Priya. Are you, his mother?
 
Mom – Yes! Did he do something?
 
Another lady – No, your child is so sweet. Actually, I and my friend Pallavi were helping him get some nice dress and have fun.
 
Lady – Yeah, he is being very nice.
 
Mom – Oh thank you for helping my son but I can handle it. That’s my son, I will choose, what he will wear not some strange woman.
 
Another lady – Seriously, he is grown up and you should let him wear my choice. Don’t be so possessive lady. I want to make him more handsome like Aditya.
 
Mom – What? Who are you again?
 
Another man – Sorry mam, my wife is not well, she is bit drunk. I’m sorry for my wife, please don’t mind her word.
 
Lady – What? Aditya! What are you saying? I’m your wife, not her.
 
Venkat – Okay! Who is whose wife here? What is your issue with my brother?
 
Another lady – Hehheh! Heeehhe! No Issue, I’m in love with your brother. I’m in love with your son. I’m in love with everyone.
 
Mom – What?! (With surprised and anger fuming on her face)
 
Another man – Stop Priya. She is just drunk madam. I’m sorry! we will be leaving. Amar, hold Pallavi and let’s go to room. Come on let’s go.
 
I don’t know what just happened. I even don’t know what they all told about me. But I could definitely tell that mom wasn’t happy about it.
 
Mom – Who is she Sunil? Who is she? (Mom looked very angry. I have never seen her look so agitated and anger before. Her lips were trembling as she was biting her teeth’s)
 
Me – Mom, I promise I don’t her. I don’t know any of them. (Honestly, I got very scared seeing mom in such anger state)
 
Mom – Then what all was she saying about you. Huh?! Why will she love my son?
 
Me – Believe me mom, I just bumped onto her as I was rushing towards the counter. Then I said sorry to them but….
 
Venkat – That a lie. What story are you cooking Sunil? She said you handsome and love. Who would say that to a stranger?
 
Me – She is drunk. That big man just now said.
 
Venkat - Okay she is drunk, but you must know her or else why would she mention you as love. Why would she choose clothes for you?
 
Me – No, I promise, I don’t know her or anyone of them. She lied! She didn’t choose these T-shirts for me. Mom, please believe in me, I don’t know why that lady said all that.
 
Mom – Where were you, Sunil? All this time, where were you?
 
Me – I was here, I was selecting these t-shirts.
 
Venkat – I didn’t see you here. You were here earlier, but then you disappeared.
 
Me – I was trying out these T-shirts in the trail room.
 
Venkat – Is this another part of your stupid story?
 
Me - No
 
Venkat – So these T-shirts were selected by those married women’s, right? Don’t lie to me Sunil, I have been at your place. I know how good it feels to see married women’s around you, but trust me you’re not the guy to be hanging out with married women’s. You’re just not that guy.
 
Just then like an angle, she arrived to save me. Actually I was taken back to hear her sweet voice from behind me.
 
Mariyam – Sir, Sunil was here, he was just choosing the t-shirt by himself. I saw it, he just bumped mistakenly onto them and they started troubling him. If you want, I can show you security camera footage.
 
Mom – Wait, who are you now? How do you know my son?
 
Mariyam – I work here mam. I showed Sunil, all our T-shirt collections. That’s it. But I know he is innocent. He hit that lady by mistake, trying to find you. He wanted to show his t-shirts to you. So, please don’t scold him.
 
Venkat – For a sales woman, don’t you think you’re talking too much? Don’t tell Geetha, what to do. That’s her son, it’s her wish to scold him or slap him. This is family matter, dumb bitch. Get lost and do your sales.
 
Me - Venkat! Don’t talk to her like that. Mariyam is working hard for herself. She lives on her own money not on her rich parent’s money like some others. Show some respect towards a working girl!
 
Venkat – What did you say Sunil? Was that on me, Huh?
 
Me – You would know it better than me.
 
Venkat – Huh! Come again, why are you hanging your face down scared wit. Come on, say it on my face.
 
Me – I…I said it on your face.
 
Venkat - Did you forget about my punches cuck? Do you want to go home with bloody nose Sunil? Look at me, you weak-ass.
 
Me – I’m not afraid of you Venkat. Not anymore!
 
Venkat – Really, are you seeing this Geetha. This pussy got confidence just by taking to some whores. But you forgot you’re a pussy like your dumb father. I’m going to beat your weak ass like a Cherokee drum.
 
(Although I said something in emotions trying to act strong in front of Mariyam, but by looking at fuming Venkat, I was getting scared. I know, now I will be getting beating like hell. He is really mad. Maybe I spoke too much in emotions.)
 
Mariyam – If you touch him, I will call security. This is H&M store. No one harms anyone here.
 
Venkat – Really?! Do it then bitch! Let’s go, do it!
 
Mom – Stop it, Venkat. This is no place for fight. People are watching us. Please try to calm yourself.
 
Venkat kept staring angrily at Mariyam then at me while ignoring my mom. Then mom held Venkat’s hand and like a teenage girlfriend brought his hand close to her chest requesting him to calm down.
 
Mom - For me at least, please Nah. (Honestly, I was feeling so ashamed to see my mother behave such a way in front of Mariyam. I mean how could I ever describe it to her.)
 
Venkat rushed out of the store in anger.
 
Then mom asked Mariyam to leave. She gave a look at me and went inside towards her female section.
 
Mom – Sunil, come let’s go.
 
Me – Mom, I want to buy these t-shirts. ( I was bit pissed off by now and held my ground)
 
Mom – I don’t like those colours. It won’t suit on you. We will see in some other store. I will choose for you.
 
Me – No, I want these only. It looks good on me. I checked it already.
 
Mom – Sunil, are you serious? You never could choose anything for you. You literally don’t know how to select a piece of cloth or handkerchief. Now you’re saying, you choose t-shirts?!
 
Me – yes! Does Venkat know how to choose? Why were you helping him, ignoring me?
 
Mom – Mind your word, Sunil. Don’t talk to me like that.
 
Me – What wrong did I say? Didn’t you ignore me and went after Venkat? Doesn’t Venkat know about his clothes?
 
Mom - why are you calling Venkat by his name? He is elder to you, call him Anna like you always do. Show respect to your elders.
 
Me – Does he show respect to you mom? He calls you Geetha, by your name, not aunty.
 
Mom – That’s because Venkat grew up in America where they call each other by name. But you were born in India, grew up learning our traditions and culture. Venkat didn’t get much exposure to it, so it’s not his mistake.
 
Me – Americans call their aunt, with name and adding aunt. I know enough about American’s society and traditions.
 
Mom – If you know it, why ask me? You should understand Venkat’s position. Think he has to cope with American society as well as Indian traditions. Poor guy has to deal so much.
 
Me – Venkat is not a poor guy or some kid. He is being in USA since birth. If he can’t cope then I don’t know who can?
 
Mom – Then forget it. Why are you asking all this in middle of a store? Let’s go.
 
Me – No, I’m not done mom. I want to know, why Venkat stopped calling you auntie since last year. Because I know very well, he used to call you aunty. What changed last year?
 
Mom – That’s between him and me; you don’t need to interfere into elder’s matter. Concentrate on your studies and future. Come let’s go, it getting late. We are still in this first store. Let’s check other stores.
 
As I stood there thinking, she looked back with annoyance and asked ‘Why are you standing still, didn’t I ask you come?
 
Me - (raising my voice in frustration): "Just buy me these T-shirts! Why won’t you listen?"
 
Mom - Sunil, I already told you, we will check in another store. I’m not buying you these. You’re my son, I perfectly know those aren’t your choices. You would have chosen either white or black. Not this new fashion with such vivid colours. That’s not yours. Either you tell me the truth or forget it.
 
Me (exasperated) - "Ugh! I’ve said it a hundred times—I chose these! Why won’t you believe me?"
 
Mom (stern, eyes narrowing) - And I will deny it hundred times because I gave birth to you. I know my child. Your eyes are telling me, that you’re lying.
 
Me - "Mom, I’m not lying!"
 
Mom - Then tell me—who was that married woman? Why was she talking about you like that? Because I heard clearly her saying she loves you. Hun?! Why would any woman love my son? 
 
Me - I don’t know mom! Seriously I don’t know her.
 
Mom - Sunil, please tell me you are not indulging in any kind of relationship with that married woman?!
 
Me - What?! God, Mom—you think I’d do something like that? I’m not Venkat.
 
Mom - What? What was that?
 
Me - All I’m saying is, I’m just a scared wimp like Venkat said. I tremble with just sight of a girl, let alone indulging with a married woman. Whatever you are thinking, is Venkat’s area of expertise. He indulges with married women and video tapes it to torment other. I don’t fall in that category, mom. I thought you knew me as you always taught me to follow your rules, Indian traditions, most importantly not hurt others.  
 
Mom - What all rubbish are you saying about Venkat, Sunil? When did he say such things?
 
Me - Just now, in front of you and her.
 
Mom - Who is her? Sunil?
 
Me - Mar…ii…. that store girl, who saved me. Venkat called me sacred wimp in front of that girl. He calls me whatever he wants in front of everyone.
 
Mom - You were the one who commented on him first. He came here to have some fun with us. Why would you say such things? He is your elder brother.
 
Me - Brother? Venkat? Can you tell me, when did you see him treat me like a brother?
 
Mom - You were never like this Sunil. What's this really about? What happened to you?
 
Me - What happened to you mom? Why aren’t you treating me like before? Why aren’t you giving me time? Why are you always taking his side? You’re always busy, always with Venkat.
 
Mom -I’m not giving you enough time, Sunil? Is that what you saying just because I spent some time with my nephew.
 
Me - Yes, isn’t it obvious?! Earlier, you’re the one that denied me to help saying busy and all but I saw you selecting clothes for Venkat. Now a days, you don’t have time for me. All you care is only about you. Your private space, your private time.
 
Mom - How can you say something like that Sunil? I just asked you to select T-shirts. Just this made you think that I don’t care about you?
 
Me - Of course, mom, what more do I need to think. I can see your priorities changing. 
 
Mom - Sunil, for God’s sake don’t open my mouth. I have been hiding and dealing with my problems already. Please don’t open my mouth.
 
Me - Why? What’s wrong in it? Did I ask something wrong? You don’t have time for me. Nowadays you don’t have time for dad too. Earlier, we used to video call dad but now you just don’t call him anymore. But now, you don’t even bother about me. Why mom? Why don’t you ask about my college? Why don’t you ask about my daily activities?
 
Mom’s Voice cracked with her face contorted in pain, and she whispered “Because I’m tired Sunil! I’m tired of serving you and your father. I'm tired of putting everyone else's needs before my own.”
 
Me - What?!
 
Mom - You heard me Sunil, I’m tired of serving you and your father my whole life. From the day I married your father, my job was to serve him. Then you were born, and my job was to serve you both. My dreams, my career, my friends… everything was sacrificed on the altar of this family. Your father asked me to work overtime for your future. Half my life is gone, spent making sure you two were comfortable. But what about my comfort? What about my happiness? Am I not a person, Sunil? Am I not allowed to want things? Can’t I have desires? I’m I just some machine?
 
Me - What are you saying mom? I’m your son? Don’t you love me?
 
Mom - Do you love me as your mother Sunil? Did you ever think about my wishes, my desire? What I want in my life? How was my office? I’m I okay or tensed or not feeling well? No, because for you, my problems, my wishes don’t exist just like it doesn’t exist for your father. Can’t I do anything except serving you and your father?
HUH! All my life, I kept you dearer, cared for you more than anyone, thinking you will be close to me. Anticipating, you will understand me, when you grow up. Believing that, you will be different than your father. At last, you grew up just like him.
 
Me - Why are you talking so much against Dad? I know he is little busy and you were the one that used to explain me that he is working hard for the family.
 
Mom - And I was lying! Lying to you, lying to myself. I am done with the lies. Your father doesn’t care about me or you.
 
Me - No Mom, Dad cares about us. He is my father. He took care of me; he took care of you….
 
Mom - (Cutting me off sharply) "He cares? Tell me, who dropped you at college every single morning? Who nursed you through fevers all night? Who went to every parent-teacher meeting? Who is standing here arguing with you right now, Sunil? Me! It’s always been me!"
 
Me - Dad is always busy with work mom. Why are you complaining to me now?
 
Mom - Because earlier you were kid, now you are going to college. Now you’re buying stuffs chosen by your married girlfriend, ignoring me just like your father did. There your father is always in Bangalore. I don’t know, with whom he is? I don’t even have rights to question him. Now, you, whom I loved more than anything is going on same path. A married woman for God shakes! Now I’m all alone.
 
Me - Stop it mom, I said it already, I don’t know that woman. It’s because of your strictness that, I never went near any girl. My leg wobble like chickens seeing a girl. Let alone talking one and even talking to a married woman.
 
Mom (Her voice drops, dangerously quiet) "So this is my fault. I raised you wrong. Is that what you’re saying?"
 
Me - Yes, I’m going to be twenty years old and I can’t even talk to a girl. Makes sense why Venkat calls me a scared wimp. Now that I choose a T-shirt, you won’t even buy it for me. I don’t know what I’m going to do and it’s all because of you.
 
Mom - Don’t you feel ashamed to even think about it. What happened to you? How could you say such shameful words to your mother?!
 
Me - A mother, that praises Venkat’s strength and manliness, but all while kept her own son like a rat in a hole. I don’t know life outside this city. It’s all thanks to you. Now, that finally I choose a T-shirt for myself. That too, you can’t allow it because you want me to live like a dormant forever. 
 
Mom - I heard enough Sunil! Fine, you want to buy those T-shirts, right?
 
Mom stood still and stared at me for a long, silent moment. The anger in her eyes is replaced by a cold, clear resolution. She walks to her purse, takes out a roll of cash and the house keys, and harshly puts them in my pocket.
 
Mom - Here take this money and house keys and don’t be dormant anymore, live your life as you wish. Buy those T-shirt or anything for that woman, do anything you want.
I’m fed up serving you and your father while getting nothing in return. I can’t believe you choose that strange woman over your own mother.
 
Me (Stunned) - "Choose? I'm not choosing anyone over you! I just wanted these T-shirts for myself!"
 
Mom Shakes her head, a single tear finally tracing a path down her cheek. “It was never about the T-shirt, Sunil. Do, whatever you want. I don’t care anymore. This is the end, okay. You said, what you want. Now I’m saying what I want for myself. I want to be left alone. I don’t want you or your father in my life anymore. Now I will live my life without any string.
 
Me - Mom, please... don't talk like that," I begged, my voice cracking. "I won't buy the shirt, I promise. Just... please don't leave me here alone. Where would I even go?
 
Mom - Go and buy whatever you want or go home. I already gave you house keys. But please, from now on, don’t bother me.
 
But mom……
 
Mom - Please Sunil, if you love me as your mother. Then leave me alone. I want some private space. You are the….
 
Just then, Venkat entered the store and came near us. The smug look on his face told me he'd heard everything.
 
"Leave it Geetha, don't let him ruin the night," Venkat said, dbanging a possessive arm around my mother's shoulders. "He's not worth it. Let's not waste another minute on this. Come on, let’s have our fun."
 
"You're right," she said, leaning into him and turning her back on me completely. "I'm done with all this... this nuisance. I had enough!"
 
Together, they turned and glided onto the escalator, ascending to the first floor without a backward glance. I was rooted to the spot, a column of ice in the middle of the bustling store. 

I was dumbstruck and stood like a mannequin. I didn’t know what to say. I don’t know, what happened so suddenly? What did I say to mom? Why did she react to ferally?!
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[Mortalbeast]

Nice story.. i have doubt on my mom and her elder sister son all his action indicates he's trying to bang my mom or already done.. He is just like venkat in the story and i would like to talk to the author personally

Anytime my friend. 

[Mortalbeast]

I am impressed by your storytelling skills.

Thanks bro. 

I'm glad you liked it