"We are fucked beyond repair. Nothing can save us now."
In the 22 years of my existence, I had never before heard her curse. And yet here we were. It is true what they say, time really changes, and when it does, it fucks with every goddamn motherfucker. For us, the time had changed.
My father, Vijendra, was on the run. We were broke. Just a matter of a few more days and our house would be sold off. The wealthiest people in the whole of Supariganj were soon to become homeless. Business had failed. Apparently my father had spent all our fortunes whoring and drinking. We knew of the drinking but whoring was news. For my mom, at the very least, I had some idea. There was an arrest warrant issued in his name. We were bankrupt. Creditors kept calling. Our friends, family, relatives wouldn't pick up our calls. No one wanted to have anything to do with us. It would be wrong of me to call them selfish. Anyone would have done exactly the same. We were fucked beyond help. It was a tough time.
Mom's phone rang yet again. I knew who it was.
"Hello," she said. "Yes..., no..., uh han..., okay then..., alright..., we'll leave right now." The call ended.
"Who was it?" I asked. "Mehta uncle?"
"Yes."
"What did he say?"
"There's still hope. He knows someone who knows someone and maybe that someone can save our asses." She sighed. "We need to go to his farmhouse. Check your phone. He's sent you the location."
Of course he had. "It's like an hour's drive. In the outskirts of the city."
"Then we better leave now," she commanded. "Pick up the car keys and take me there."
I knew what was happening. I just hadn't thought it would happen like that. I picked up the keys, followed mom to the car. She practically sprinted her way to the Benz. I feared she might trip in that saree but thankfully that didn't happen.
"Muh kya dekh raha hai?" she cried. "Gaadi nikaal na."
"Mom, we don't own that anymore," I responded. "Bank walo ke paas hai uski chabi."
Realizing, she walked silently to the old City that had been eating dust since years. I started the car and surprisingly, it started in the first try itself. The Japanese know their stuff, I thought. She sat on the co-driver seat. I hadn't seen her sit in the front since ages. She always sat in the back. But again, it was always our driver behind the wheel back then. Today, it was me who had to drive her.
The sixty-minute drive felt like it lasted forever. At no point did both of us utter a single word. My heart was racing at what would happen next. I anticipated every potential scenario I could. The weather changed as we passed the main city. It was drizzling and then raining and by the time we reached the location, it was a thunderstorm.
Mehta uncle received us himself as we drove into his property.
"The guards are on leave," he said.
He noticed the change in the car but didn't say anything. He was a complicated man with a good heart, I knew. He used to work for my father. And then one day he decided to start his own venture and he did well for himself. He surpassed my father within a year and grew his empire from scratch. My father on the other hand had spent all our generational wealth on premium alcohol and young whores.
As we walked in, he had his hand on my shoulder. He patted my back like always. He was like a father figure to me. I could see in his eyes how proud he was of me. He had always appreciated me, taught me the most important lessons in life.
"Be patient," he'd say whenever I got restless.
"Be patient, Vikram bete, it's all going to be alright," he repeated as we sat on the chair sofa. He himself sat opposite us on the couch. In between us was a glass centre table with tea on it.
For the first few minutes, he simply asked how we were doing, took updates. Mom answered him while I remained quiet most of the time.
"Rajeshwari, dekho main saaf-seedhi bhasha mein baat karunga. Mujhe gol-mol baat karni nahi aati. Vijendra ke against jo cases hain usme saza toh tai hai. Bas itna ho sakta hai ki saza 10 saal ki jagah 2 ki ho jaye. Jo court jurmana kahega, vo bharna bhi padega hi. Tumhara business jo hai uske bachne ki bhi ummeed na ke barabar hai. Settlement hoga bhi toh kam se kam 780 crore rupee dene honge. Vijendra ne tumhe kahi na kahi chhoda nahi." He took a sip of tea.
"Lekin ek raasta hai jisse tumhari samasya ka hal kiya ja sakta hai. Durgeshwar Nath, MP ke saath mere achche taallukaat hain. Ranish Naidu, jo tumhare case mein judge hai, vo uska dost hai. Nath ne baat ki hai Naidu se. Tumhare pati ko jaisa maine kaha 10 saal se kam karke 2 saal ki saza karwa sakte hain, aur jo tumhara 780 crore ka jurmana hai, vo kam hoke matr 250 crore reh jayega." He paused again.
"Lekin ab zahir si baat hai ki 250 crore bhi tum nahi de sakti. Isliye raasta ye nikalta hai ki main tumhare 250 mein se 200 crore du, 50 crore ki tumhari property ki value bachi hai jo bank already recover kar chuka hai aur kar lega agar kuch bacha bhi toh. Lekin fir bhi tum sadak pe toh aa hi jaogi." He sipped again.
Mom was looking at him, hiding her tears, trying to hold them in her eyes. She wanted to say something but couldn't. Mehta uncle on the other hand sipped his tea casually. He pulled his reading glasses away and placed them on the table.
"Ab agar tum chaho, toh Vikram ko main apni factory mein kaam de dunga. Ye business mein mera haath batayega. Achche paise kamayega. Main in fact, iski madad bhi karunga agar kal ko ye taiyaar ho jata hai apna kaam karne ke liye toh mera poora support rahega."
I was waiting for a "but" all this while and it finally came.
"Lekin iske badle, jo main barso se tumse maangta aa raha hoon, tumhe vo mujhe dena hoga. Tum jaanti ho main tumhe chahta hoon," he said. "Tumhe ek raat mere saath bitani hogi."
My eyes wide open, teeth grinding, I jumped onto that man.
"Kya bak raha hai saale?" I held his collar. "Teri ye himmat!"
I punched him in the gut, he fell down on his back. I kicked him on the side. I knelt down, picked him up and was about to give him another punch when my mother, who had all this while tried to stop me from hurting that man, shouted, "I'll do it."
I got back, looked at her. She withdrew, bowed her head down and repeated, "I'll do it Vikku." She sobbed. "There's no other way out."
"Mom, you don't have to do this," I said.
"Mujhe karna hi hoga," she repeated. "Tum jao yahan se."
I stared at her for quite some time, taking heavy breaths, watching tears running down her cheeks. I walked out of the main door. Sat on the bench in the garden. Lit a cigarette. And burst out laughing.
"It worked," I said to myself. "All these years of patience finally paid off."
Years ago, I discovered porn on the internet. I was intrigued. I started to see all women with lust, including my own mother. Uff, what magnificent beauty she is. That fair, rounded face, silky long hair, her massive boobies I used to suckle, that round voluptuous ass, her lovely folds and curves, that soft belly and that little mole on the back of her neck. She was the most beautiful woman ever.
My passion for my lovely mother Rajeshwari was identified by none other than Manohar Mehta, who was just an employee in my father's prospering business. He would often come to our house to take my father's signature. And a lot of these times, he'd steal my mother's panties hanging in her bathroom. This one time, he caught me in her bathroom, with my mother's panties wrapped around my dick.
He didn't tell anyone about my doings. Instead he told me how I should have locked the door.
"Haste makes waste," he had said. "Be patient."
From that day onwards, he became my best friend. A friend I could confide in. He told me how he wanted to fuck my mom. Turns out I had the hots for that too. I was willing to let him fuck my mom. In fact, the very thought thrilled me. It is one thing to fuck your own mom. That's hot. But watching someone else fuck your mom is another level of hot. After years of planning and talking about how we could turn this dream of ours into reality, we had finally made it. My mom was willing to fuck him and if the plan works, I get to fuck her as well.
"I should go back in," I spoke out loud. "Mehta's probably fucking her already."
I stood up, crushed my cigarette.
Looking at the rain and the storm, I blurted out, "Aaj Mausam bada beimaan hai, aaj Mausam... Aane wala koi Toofan hai" as I walked back in.
Mehta's white kurta was on the couch. But the two lovebirds were nowhere to be seen. They must have taken it to the bedroom. I walked up to the master bedroom, peeped inside to find my dear mother, completely naked, sucking onto Mehta's dick. He was sitting on the edge of the bed while she knelt down, her butt cheeks spread apart, sucking him off, with her back towards me.
Mehta looked at me, smiled and winked. That lucky bastard had finally made it. Should I join? Go in already? No, not now. Remember what Mehta uncle taught you? 'Haste makes waste' and 'Be patient'. I looked at my mom stand up, hid myself behind the door.
"Rajeshwari, aao yahan," Mehta kissed her on the lips. "Chalo ab ghodi ban jao."
Mom climbed the bed on all fours, Mehta got behind her. Since it was still her back facing me, Mehta pointed his fingers at her ass and gestured at me. Such a dog he is.
"Rajeshwari, dekho tum bilkul chinta mat karo," he said, pinching her butt. "Main sab theek kar dunga."
"Hmm," came a reply, still sobbing.
"Rajeshwari? Tum ab bhi ro rahi ho? Maine bola tha na ki roogi toh main kuch nahi karunga," he said, withdrawing himself. "Khushi khushi karna pasand hai yaar mujhe. Zabaradasti thodi! Apni marzi se kar rahi ho na?"
"Haan," she replied.
"Toh rona band karo babu."
She nodded her head but said nothing.
"Tumhe ghodi banna pasand hai?" he teased her, rubbing her pussy with his dick.
"Hmm."
"Ye hmm kya hota hai yaar?" he further teased her. "Achche se bolo."
"Haan mujhe ghodi banna pasand hai," she said, her voice cracked.
"Sirf ghodi banna pasand hai ya meri ghodi banna pasand hai?"
"Tumhari ghodi banna pasand hai."
Satisfied, he pushed it in.
"Ahhh," mom cried.
Manohar patted on her ass. "Ho gaya, ho gaya," and started humping her from behind.
He asked her, "Maza aa raha hai?"
"Haan... aahh... haan."
"Toh aur le na meri jaan," and he thrust her harder.
"Ahhh," her moans were even harder and louder.
Watching my mother get fucked was a dream come true. I hadn't realized my hand was already in my pants and I'd been stroking my boner within the confines of my clothes. Mehta looked at me and burst into laughter. With a deep thrust, he ejaculated into my mother's sweet hole.
He withdrew; she collapsed in that very position. Cum oozed out of her. Mehta walked into the attached bathroom while she began crying. I pitied her for a moment there. But then Mehta came back and that took all my attention.
"Ro kyun rahi hai meri Rajjo Rani?" he came back in. "Tumhe kaha tha na khushi khushi karna hai."
She didn't answer.
He caressed her hair, her back, tried to comfort her. And surprisingly, she went to him, cuddled him as if she didn't hate him.
"Rajjo..." he kept calling her Rajjo and comforted her.
"Tumhe maza aaya na Rajjo?" he said. "I know Vijendra didn't fuck you. He was always busy fucking other whores and neglected you."
"Haan," she surprisingly responded back. She actually enjoyed fucking Mehta. This was good news.
"Lekin Vikram kya sochega mere baare mein?" she said.
"Lo usi se puch lo," he said. "Andar aa jao Vikram beta, main tumhe dekh sakta hoon."
Mom took no time in turning around, her eyes wide open, mouth open ajar, shocked to see me, her own son, with one of his hands in his pants, looking at her naked mother.
I have given a thought at what could happen ahead in the story. But I think this is just enough for this one. If you guys, liked it and want to read next, drop a comment below and I'll maybe start writing the next chapter. Enjoy.