Hindu Mom and father's Muslim boss

[tedyupe]

So this is not my writing, i have just translated it from bangla to english
This is bangla edition

মা ও বাবার বস - ১ - Bangla Choti Kahini

বাবার জন্য মা কিভাবে বাবার মুসলিম বসের কাছে চোদা খেয়ে তার বাচ্চা পেটে নিতে রাজি হলো । তারপর চোদার নেশায় পড়ে গিয়ে তার রক্ষীতা হয়ে ওঠার গল্পের প্রথম পর্ব

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English translation starts now

I turned off the light and switched on the night lamp, then went to lie down beside my parents. I was in the middle. Ever since I was born, I’ve always slept between my father and mother. There’s never been an exception. I couldn’t sleep. The AC wasn’t working well, and the three of us were sweating in the heat. The inverter had also been broken for several days. Sleep wouldn’t come. I closed my eyes and tried to listen to my parents’ conversation.

Mother: You seem more worried than usual today! What’s wrong? Did something happen?
Father: Is the boy asleep?
Mother: Yes, he went to bed a while ago. But why are you so worried?
Father: I think I missed out on the road project again.
Mother: Why? You said you’d do it at the lowest price, didn’t you?

Father: Yes, I did. But you know how much of a scoundrel my boss is! All he cares about is money. Where am I supposed to get so much money to secure the project? Our bank balance isn’t great either.
Mother: So who got the project?
Father: He hasn’t given it to anyone yet, but I think it’ll go to his personal secretary, Shefali. Her husband will get it.
Mother: How much did he offer?
Father: What will he offer? He’s busy clinging to his wife all day!
Mother: Oh, so your boss isn’t Muslim?

Father: Yes, he’s Muslim! But he has two vices—money and Hindu wives. He’ll spend millions for these two. If I could’ve secured the project, it would’ve helped. The expenses for our son’s English medium school and the rising prices of everything are becoming too much.
Mother: Well, Shefali’s husband is investing his wife to get the project. Why don’t you do the same?

Father: Shame on you! How can you say such a thing? Does nothing stop you? As a husband, how could I hand over my wife to such a lecher? I’d have no place even in hell.

Mother: Do you have any other options? You just said it’s becoming harder to manage expenses day by day. So what then? I’m telling you, if this continues much longer, I won’t stay with you. You can focus on your business, and I’ll leave with our son. What kind of man are you? If you can’t provide for us, why did you marry me? You’ve ruined my life, completely destroyed it. Forget about me, but what about this child’s future? Mother broke down, sobbing uncontrollably.

Father: (After a pause) Are you serious? Would you really do it with him?
Mother: What choice do I have? Even after having our son, our relationship hasn’t been the same. If pleasing your boss can improve our situation, then so be it. Give me his number.
Father: The truth is, my boss has always liked you! But how could I suggest sending you to his bed for the sake of business? That’s why I never brought it up.

Mother took the number from Father’s phone and called his boss. After two rings, the boss answered, “What is it, Mohan? Is your wife willing? If you make me happy, you’ll get both the promotion and the project.” I realized that even though Mother was a Hindu Brahmin woman, she was willing to sleep with Father’s boss, a womanizer and a Muslim.

Mother: Namaskar, Sir. This is Pratibha, Mohan’s wife. I’ve heard everything from him. I’m willing. You can come tomorrow, Sunday.

I don’t remember what happened after that. I fell asleep.
The next morning, the boss called. He’d come in the evening.
Nothing special happened during the day. In the evening, Mother dressed up beautifully like a traditional Bengali bride. She fed me quickly and put me to sleep upstairs. Father and Mother also ate in a hurry.

A little later, a car pulled up. From upstairs, I saw a middle-aged man, around 45, with a dark, brutish body and a face like a chimpanzee, step out. I realized this was Father’s boss. He was wearing a vest and a lungi, with kohl in his eyes and a fez cap on his head. His hair and beard were red. As he entered the house, I could tell he was drenched in perfume. The entire house was filled with the scent of it.

As soon as he entered, he said to Father, “What are you doing here? Your wife is mine tonight. Take my car and go to the office. Finish up some project work. If your wife pleases me tonight, I’ll finalize the project for you tomorrow.”
Father hesitated and asked, “What about the promotion?”

The boss replied, “If your wife carries my Muslim child in her Hindu Brahmin womb, I’ll give you the promotion. I’ve had my eye on your delicate wife for a long time. I want to plant my seed in her.”
Mother had been quiet until then, but hearing about the child made her hesitate.

However, Father quickly said, “We agree, as long as you cover the child’s expenses. My wife is willing to bear the child.”
“Then I’ll take my leave!” Father looked at Mother and said, “Pratibha, my future is now in your hands…” and left.

Here, I should describe my mother a bit. My mother is a Bengali Hindu Brahmin housewife, around 36 years old, about 5’3” tall, with a figure of 36-32-36. She’s fair and beautiful, with a slight belly that only adds to her charm. Her navel is deep and dark, so much so that even my little finger could sink into it. Her breasts are like ripe papayas, and her hips sway like a tanpura when she walks. Whenever she walks down the street, men can’t help but stare at her chest and hips, mesmerized by their movement.

I quietly moved to the corner of the stairs. Mother locked the front door and led the boss to the sofa. Then she said, “Please sit. I’ll bring you some food.” She went to the kitchen. A little later, she emerged wearing a red bikini, carrying a plate of snacks and fried eggs in one hand and a bottle of alcohol with a glass in the other.

In the bikini, Mother looked stunningly beautiful. Her fair belly with the deep navel and her shaved armpits accentuated her breasts, which seemed to spill out of the bikini top. The bikini bottom barely contained her hips, which spilled out from the sides like a tanpura.
The boss exclaimed, “Insha-Allah, you’re like a wingless fairy!”

Mother leaned over and poured the alcohol into the glass. The bikini barely contained her breasts, which seemed ready to burst out.

The boss took Mother’s hand and pulled her onto his lap. Mother felt a little shy but didn’t resist. Her hands were adorned with red nail polish, her lips were deep red with lipstick, her eyes were lined with kohl, and her forehead was marked with a thick sindoor. In short, she looked incredibly sexy. The boss ran his fingers over her belly, playing with her navel. From the stairs, I could see that the boss was aroused. His lungi was tented.

The boss pulled Mother closer and sat her on his lap. Then, with one hand holding the glass of alcohol, he asked her to make him a drink. Mother, sitting on his lap, began preparing the drink. She poured alcohol over ice in the glass. The boss took a piece of ice and began rubbing it on Mother’s back and stomach. Mother shivered from the sudden cold.

The boss wanted to be fed by hand. Mother fed him sips of alcohol and pieces of snacks, their lips brushing against each other in the process.

The boss removed his cap and vest, then asked Mother to take off her bra. Mother said, “You do it.” The boss tugged at the bra strap with his teeth, and her breasts spilled out, hanging near his face. Her nipples were dark brown, surrounded by a lighter areola, which only added to their beauty.

The boss exclaimed, “Alhamdulillah! Your breasts are like a dairy factory!” He squeezed them with both hands, and Mother moaned. He squeezed harder, and Mother grabbed his hands. Her large breasts were completely engulfed in his hands. When he let go, there were finger marks on her fair skin.

“You’re very rough, you know,” Mother said. The boss smeared alcohol on her breasts and said, “I’ll fix it by sucking them.” He began sucking on her breasts.

At first, Mother resisted a little, but as the boss’s mouth worked on her nipples, she gradually relaxed, overcome by pleasure. Soon, Mother was completely exhausted from the pleasure and excitement, and the boss turned his attention to her bikini bottom. Mother, lost in the sensation, didn’t notice when the boss untied the strings. A moment later, he removed her bikini bottom and used it to wipe the sweat from his face and body. Seizing the opportunity, he placed his hand between Mother’s legs. Her pubic area was completely shaved, with light brown labia and a pink interior. The boss began teasing her entrance with his fingers, and Mother trembled with pleasure.

Mother hugged the boss and said, “Not here. Let’s go to the room. Do whatever you want there. I won’t stop you!”

 

[tedyupe]

Part 2
The boss carried Mother into our bedroom. I quietly came down the stairs. They had turned off the balcony light, and only a soft night lamp was glowing in the room. The door was open, and in front of it lay the boss’s lungi and Mother’s panties. I blended into the darkness and began watching their union. My Hindu Brahmin housewife mother was now willing to carry a Muslim man’s child in her womb for the sake of her husband’s promotion.

The boss sat on the bed, and Mother sat on his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck. The boss was fingering her, and Mother wasn’t holding back either—she was stroking his erect member with both hands.
Mother: Oh my God, what is this?!
Boss: Haven’t you seen one before?
Mother: Stammering, she said, “I’ve never seen one so big and thick.”
Even in the dim light, I could see how large and thick the boss’s member was.
Boss: How big is your husband’s?

Mother: Maybe half of yours. And not as thick. Yours is like a club.
The boss burst into laughter. “I’ve slept with my wife and have five children with her. I’ve been with many women like you, but no one has ever taken all of me. Not even my wife. Anyone who has tried has passed out.”
Mother: Oh.

Boss: This is a royal Muslim member. I’m from an Afghan Pathan lineage. If you can take all of me tonight, I’ll shower you with gold. I’ll make you my mistress. I’ve heard Hindu women are a lot of fun. Today, I’ll test that theory with you, a mother of one.”

Mother: I don’t know if I can take all of it, but as long as I’m alive, I’ll try to give you heavenly pleasure with my body.

Mother and the boss began kissing passionately. The boss sucked on Mother’s lips, and she occasionally stuck out her tongue, which he licked and sucked on. The sight of their tongues intertwining made me hard.

Then, the boss lay back on the bed, resting his head on the pillow. Mother was still staring in awe at the boss’s massive member, unable to believe its size and thickness.
At school, I’d heard that Muslim men were excellent in bed, and their circumcised members were one and a half times larger and thicker than Hindu Bengali men. I’d also heard that Hindu Bengali women could endure intense lovemaking and had insatiable appetites. Seeing the boss’s member, I began to believe it, but watching their act would confirm it fully.

Mother tried to take the boss’s member into her mouth, but he stopped her. “Not like that. Put your pussy near my mouth and turn around. Suck me while I lick you.” They were going to do a 69. I watched in amazement as Mother placed her legs on either side of the boss’s head, lifting her hips. Her labia parted like rose petals near his lips, while Mother lowered her mouth onto his member.
She held the base of his shaft with both hands and licked the tip once. The boss moaned deeply, “Hmmmmm…” as he began licking Mother’s pussy. Mother, with her eyes closed, made soft moaning sounds, “Ummmm… Ummmm…” as she worked on him. The boss’s tongue moved between her labia, and Mother’s moans grew louder. She tried to take more of him into her mouth, but it was too big—only half of it fit, reaching her throat. She gagged a couple of times, and saliva dripped down the shaft. Mother cleaned it with her tongue, licking it thoroughly.

A few seconds later, Mother suddenly gasped, “Ooooh… slowly!” and twitched. I saw the boss bite her labia gently, and his mouth was now wet with her juices. Mother had squirted.
When she regained her composure, Mother apologized, “Sir, please don’t mind. I couldn’t control myself because of your intense stimulation. Please don’t be angry.”

The boss pulled Mother onto the bed and lay her down. His face was wet with her juices, and he seemed even more aroused. He straddled her waist, pinning her hands down. My eyes went to Mother’s shaved armpits, fair and glistening with sweat. Her body emitted a sweet scent, mingling with the boss’s perfume.

The boss grabbed Mother’s breasts roughly, squeezing them so hard that her eyes widened in pain. He kneaded them like dough, turning them red. Mother moaned in pain, writhing and trying to free her hands.
The boss growled, “You’ve made me even more lustful and aggressive by squirting in my mouth. Tonight, I’ll drain every drop of juice from your pussy. I’ll make you the mother of my Muslim child.”

He squeezed and twisted her nipples, making Mother cry out in pain. She thrashed her head from side to side, rubbing her legs together and trying to free her hands.

Watching Mother in this state excited me, and I moved closer in the darkness. After a while, the boss stopped and released her. Any other woman might have run away, but my Hindu Brahmin mother wasn’t one to give up easily. She got up and hugged the boss tightly, pressing his face between her breasts.
The boss laid her down again and began kissing her entire body. He licked her from head to toe, biting her belly, breasts, and thighs. Mother moaned in pain and pleasure as he bit the fat around her navel, pulling at it with his teeth. She tried to push him away, but he pinned her hands down and continued biting her.

Next, the boss broke Mother’s bangles and threw them on the floor. He tore off her waist chain and necklace, and even smeared the sindoor on her forehead. It was as if he was symbolically making her a widow while her husband was still alive. Yet, she looked incredibly beautiful in this state, beyond description. Seeing her like this filled me with excitement.
The boss flipped Mother onto her stomach and licked her back, neck, and buttocks. He bit her back and buttocks, making her cry out in pain and pleasure. Her screams seemed to fuel his lust even more. He didn’t spare her round buttocks either, biting them hard.

Then, the boss lowered his face to the cleft of her buttocks, licking around her anus. In the dim light, I could see his tongue circling the hole, occasionally penetrating it. I felt disgusted, but Mother seemed to enjoy it. She spread her buttocks wider with her hands, giving him better access.

What I’d heard at school was true—Muslim men were insatiable lovers, and Hindu women were equally insatiable.

 

[tedyupe]

Part 3
Mother lay on the bed like a fair-skinned fairy. The moonlight streaming through the window and the soft glow of the night lamp made her beauty even more radiant. The boss pinned her hands to the bed and held her legs with his own. Then, with a forceful thrust, he drove his member into her. Mother gasped, “Oh my God!” but didn’t resist.

As the boss thrust into her, he sucked on her neck, breasts, and nipples. Mother closed her eyes, wrapped her arms around him, and moaned, “Oh… oh… my God!” She stammered, “Yours is so big and hard… it feels like I’m being torn apart inside.” The boss replied, “I haven’t even given you all of it yet. As the night goes on, I’ll go deeper, pushing it all the way to your navel.” He continued thrusting vigorously.
After some time, Mother squirted. Her juices dripped onto the bed, soaking the sheets. The boss then lay beside her, his member still standing erect like a lamppost. Without a word, Mother climbed on top of him, positioning herself over his member and slowly lowering herself onto it, facing the window. She began to ride him, though not all of him had entered her yet. It seemed the boss was pleased.

He said, “Pratibha, you’re the first woman to take this much. Try taking all of me tonight. If you can, I’ll make you my mistress and the owner of the company!” Since Mother was facing away from me, I couldn’t see her pussy, but I noticed her juices dripping down the boss’s member onto his waist. Mother was panting heavily. The boss then took control, lifting her up and down with his hands. After a few deep thrusts, he stopped and told her to turn around.
Mother turned to face him, positioning herself over his member again. She guided it into her pussy with her hands, then closed her eyes and looked up at the ceiling as she lowered herself onto him. The boss watched in amazement as Mother’s tight, pink pussy swallowed his massive, dark member. When it was fully inside, he measured the depth, saying, “It’s reached your navel. You’ve got the capacity. You’re no ordinary woman.” Mother was beyond words. She began riding him, and when she grew tired, the boss thrust upward. Mother looked down, watching his dark member moving in and out of her. Her breasts swayed like pendulums with each thrust. Occasionally, the boss grabbed her breasts and thrust even harder.
Mother squirted again, her juices dripping down the boss’s member onto his waist and then onto the bed. The boss showed no signs of fatigue. He seemed determined to drain every drop of her juices. Mother, too, was relentless. She kept taking him, her pussy stretched to its limit. Eventually, she managed to get up, and the boss stood as well. He bent one of her legs onto the bed and kept the other on the floor, positioning her standing up. He grabbed her breasts from behind and thrust into her with full force.
Mother moaned, “Oh… my God… ah… ah…” as she endured his thrusts. Occasionally, she couldn’t keep up and slumped forward, but the boss straightened her and continued. Mother squirted once more, her juices running down her legs. The boss then turned her around, lifted her, and positioned his member at her entrance. Mother guided it in with her hands. By now, her pussy was loose and dripping wet from the prolonged fucking, so it was easier for the boss to enter. He began thrusting again, drilling into her like a machine.

Mother clung to the boss, biting her lips and closing her eyes, trying her best to please him. The boss carried her around the room as he fucked her, the sound of their wet pussy slapping filling the air. Mother’s moans of “Oh… oh… my God…” mixed with the sound of the boss’s balls slapping against her ass.
She squirted again, her juices dripping down the boss’s massive balls and onto the floor. The boss then sat on the edge of the bed, both of them drenched in sweat, their bodies sticking together. Mother clung to him tightly.

The phone rang.
Boss: Here, your husband is calling.
Mother: You answer. I’m too tired.
The boss answered the phone and put it on speaker.

Father: Pratibha, are you still awake? Is he still fucking you? How is he fucking you so late at night?
Mother: He’s not your boss anymore. He’s a beast, a demon. He’s drained all the juices from my pussy and still won’t stop.
Boss: Your wife is no ordinary woman, you fool! She’s wasting her life with you. Give her to me! If she were with me, I’d fill her belly every year!

Father: Sir, take her. I can’t satisfy her anyway. If she’s happy with you, I have no problem. You can keep her as you wish.
Boss: Pratibha, will you stay with me as my mistress? In my flat in Chandannagar? Will you carry my child?
Mother: I agree to stay with you.
I was stunned.

The boss then said to Father, “Listen to the sounds of me fucking your wife.” He placed the phone down without hanging up. Then, he began the work of impregnating my Hindu mother.
The boss laid Mother on the floor. She spread her labia with both hands, and the boss thrust his massive member into her. Mother moaned, “Oh… oh… my God…” as he rubbed the tip between her labia, making her tremble. With a forceful thrust, he drove his entire length into her. Mother screamed, “Oh my God!”

I don’t know what Father said on the phone, but Mother and the boss ignored him. Mother clung to the boss as he kissed her deeply, thrusting into her. Their sweaty bodies pressed together, the boss’s dark skin grinding against Mother’s fair skin. Mother lifted her legs onto the boss’s waist, surrendering her body completely to him.
I noticed a white foam forming at the base of the boss’s member from the friction of their skin. Mother moaned, “Oh… oh… my God… ah… ah…” as the boss thrust into her. His balls slapped against her ass as he pounded her. After a while, the boss delivered a few deep thrusts, and Mother’s body convulsed like she’d been struck by electricity.

I realized the boss was about to cum deep inside her to ensure she’d conceive. After a few more forceful thrusts, Mother took his entire length into her pussy. It was clear that my Hindu Brahmin mother wanted to carry this Muslim man’s child. The boss held her tightly as he ejaculated inside her, then collapsed on top of her, both of them panting. They fell asleep in each other’s arms, and I went upstairs to sleep as well.
The next morning, I woke up at ten o’clock. I opened my eyes and realized we were in a different house. The boss was sitting on the sofa, drinking tea. Beside me were several other children—three older than me, one younger, and one my age. I went to the kitchen and overheard Mother saying we’d be living here from now on. These were the boss’s children, and they called her “Ammi.” On my way back from the kitchen, I noticed red marks on Mother’s back, stomach, breasts, waist, and around her navel, as if someone had bitten her hard.

Mother told me to call the boss “Abbu.” From then on, we lived there. Mother and the boss had five more children.
I never saw Father again after that. However, all of us siblings secretly watch Mother and the boss fucking. They still do it every day, and we watch from behind the window.

What I’d heard at school was true—Muslim men are insatiable lovers, and Hindu women are equally insatiable.

 

[Devshrma]

although its not your writing , but translated well enough to deserve applaud

 

[tedyupe]

although its not your writing , but translated well enough to deserve applaud

I actually want to write my own but I'm hesitant to write

 

[Devshrma]

try it, if any help required tell