ShaifBD
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My name is raj and I am 18 years old. I am from bangalore. This is the story of my Mother, Parvati , who is 46 years old now. The story dates 4 years back. My mother was born in West Bengal. She came to Bangalore University for her doctorate in Ancient ***** Philosophy when she was 23. Here she fell in love with her advisor, a brilliant intellect and Indologist, Mahesh . They married within 6 months, she was 24 and he was 36 already. I was born 4 years later when she was 28. She completed her doctorate and joined the bangalore University as faculty in the same department as my father. We lived in near area of Bangalore, very near to Bangalore University. We had a two storied house, with a courtyard and road in front and back of the house. The upper part of the house had independent rooms and kitchen but somehow we never rented it and it was vacant. On the ground floor was my parent’s bedroom, my room beside it, common living cum dining room and kitchen. I had an attic at the top part of my room which was meant to put stuff, but is was largely empty with some of my old books lying there. There were 3 small windows in the attic which opened into my parent’s bedroom, the attached bathroom in their bedroom and the living room, through which I could clearly see all the living room as well as the kitchen.
My mother was a very beautiful woman, a typical Bengali beauty. She was not very fair, not dusky either, in between. But her face had sharp features, big eyes in which she always used to wear mascara. A nose ring and the big bindi on her forehead added to her appeal. She was slightly plump, very curvy. She had fuller body, but the flesh on her body was in proper proportions. She had a slightly bulging belly, but without any folds. Her tall frame at 5’6” made her look like a model. She had a long hair which reached half her back, and which she used to tie in the form of a bun. Earlier, as I had seen in albums, she used to wear Sarees, typical Bengali style, sleeveless, low cut and almost backless. But now she used to wear churidaars. But the tight figure hugging churidaars and kameez with small sleeves looked good on her too. She was kind of woman you would be forced to look at again and again if you saw her once, she could turn glances if she moved in a marketplace. I started exploring about sex when I was 12. I used to watch porn on the internet. Then I developed the habit of watching the activities of my parents through the attic window. Their sex life was dismal. They rarely had sex, father was already in 50s. And whenever they had sex it would be over in 3-4 minutes. My mother barely used to respond to such sessions, she would just lay there motionless. Sometimes, she would later finger herself later on. I used to feel guilty when I used to see them. So lately I avoided. Things changed when I was 14. My Father got an offer from Chicago University for research for 4 years in the US. My mother was not willing to go as my studies would have been affected and asked father to rethink. But he was more than willing to go. Mother didn’t force him much. Anyway things were not well with them. So they decided to stay away from each other for a while. Just about a week before my father was to leave, he received a call from his collage time junior . His name was Kaleem Mujahid . He was transferred to Bangalore University. My father invited him to our home lunch.
He was a tall guy, around 6′. He had trimmed beard but no moustache. He also wore a typical muslim skullcap. From the looks, he looked like a
*****. I came to know he was a scholar in _- Philosophy and was in the same department as my father and mother. He had lost his wife very early and had not married since then. He was single since then. He was very soft spoken. He was witty too and was very good at shayari. He could charm anyone with his sweet talk. My father invited him to stay with us for some days till he found his own accommodation. He agreed. Next day my mother left to temple for Durga Puja. She was to come a week later. Father was to leave within 5 days. Mujahid shifted to our home and occupied the top floor. As I was unpacking, I saw he had brought his exercising stuff as well, dumbbells etc. He told me he was very particular about his physique. I could see that. He was wearing only vest and trousers when we were unpacking. He had very tight muscles; his chest was very wide, and hairy. He was very hairy, even his shoulders had considerable hair. He was a good cook too. Sice the time my mother left, he used to cook. I had developed a good rapport with him. He used to help me in my homework as well. My mother arrived two days later from Dushehra, and the day my father left. Parvati and Mujahid were formal with each other. As he was already cooking for me, and I praised his cooking too, Mother readily agreed when Mujahid offered to help her in the kitchen. They also used to go and return from University together in Mother’s car. Soon they were spending most of their time together. A couple of days later, I was studying in my room and they were chatting in living room. I came out to fetch water, when I saw them watching our old family photo albums together. Mother was telling her about our photos. I overheard a comment from Mujahid praising her that she looked good in the saree. He even told her couple of shers praising her beauty. I noticed her reaction. She was blushing. It was a lot time after she was getting such romantic attention from a man. I didn’t care much about it though. Next day to my surprise, after coming back home she changed into a saree. I remembered Mujahid praising her looks in Saree the day before. It was from her old wardrobe. The saree fit her slender frame very well. But what was exciting was, the short sleeved exposed her smooth fair arms. And a large part of her midriff was exposed. Her back was almost visible completely, even from the front, the transparent saree hid a little and showed her tummy and navel. And she had kept her hair loose which was also unusual. When Mujahid came down to help her, he again praised her for her looks. I somehow liked the two of them getting together well
A couple of days later, I was studying in my room. My door was closed. I heard the sound of Mujahid entering our house to help in kitchen. I didn’t bother as it was everyday affair now. Within 4 days, he had built a very good understanding with my Mother. Around 20 minutes later, my door opened by itself due to wind draft. As I got up from my chair to close it, I saw Parvati and Mujahid standing together, preparing food. They had their backs towards me, They were standing very close together, his right arm was almost touching the smooth left arm of my mother. Just as I was going to close the door, I got a shock. Mujahid put his arm on Parvati’s back. He put his hand on her exposed fleshy back. I closed the door, but started watching from the keyhole from where they were clearly visible. Mujahid then caressed Parvati’s exposed back with his hand and took some of her flesh in between his forefinger and thumb. He continued to caress her for next 20-30 seconds. Then with some force he turned Parvati towards him. Both stood facing each other, looking deeply into each other’s eyes. My Mother then threw a glance towards my room. Convinced that my room was closed, she raised her feet and kissed Mujahid full on lips. It was a gentle peck on his lips. They again looked into each other’s eyes. This time Mujahid bent forward and took her lips in his mouth. This time it was a little longer. After breaking their kiss they again looked into each other’s eyes. My mother than touched her forehead with his, and a little later bent her face a little forward and kissed his lips 3 times back to back. Then they separated and became engaged in cooking again. I continued watching. They didn’t kiss thereafter. Probably they were worried about my presence. But Mujahid once put his hand on Parvati’s ass globes tightly draped in Saree. She swayed her buttock, slowly and seductively and smiled. About an hour later they called me for dinner. After dinner I quickly left to my room to pry on them from the keyhole. But they simply chatted and nothing happened. Mujahid left and Parvati went to her room to sleep.
When I lay in the bed during night, the whole incident revolved before my eyes. I couldn’t sleep. The image of Mujahid’s hand caressing the bare back and ass of my mother Parvati, and the way she raised herself on her feet, to kiss Mujahid, came before my eyes again and again. Surprisingly I was super excited from this effort, rather then feeling enraged. The prospect of her cheating on her husband and a love affair between my hindu sanskari Mother, Parvati and a devout Muslim man, Mujahid titillated me oddly. The next whole day in school I imagined whether Parvati and Mujahid kiss each other while being in office or in car or elsewhere. I don’t know why, when I came home from school I decided to pry in Mujahid’s room. I didn’t find much. Then I opened his laptop and searched for pics and videos. To my surprise he had a large collection of porn. I opened it. It was full of amateur porn. They were all shot by a camera and it was Mujahid’s own sex sessions with 3 different women. There was more than 150GB of data with more than 1000 files. These files were stored under three file folders: Gauri Basu, Radhika Sharma and Parthvi Kamath. I quickly transferred all the stuff to my laptop. In the evening we had our dinner and unlike yesterday nothing like kissing or caressing happened between Parvati and Mujahid. In the night I was watching the videos and masturbated. Mujahid was a great lover. He fucked the three women to their delight. One thing I noticed that all three women were hindu. I thought Mujahid has a fetish for hindu women. I had masturbated twice already when I opened the third folder Parthvi Kamath. I accidently read Parvati Kamath. Immediately a chill ran down my spine. I imagined Parvati and Mujahid together. I opened one of the video and imagined Parvati in the video instead of Parthvi. This time I had a greater erection. Within 5 minutes I ejaculated and it was more intense than my earlier two ejections. Ah! The mere thought of my hindu Mother, Parvati , making love to a muslim Man, Kaleem Mujahid, excited me a great deal. I was sure Mujahid had already seduced Parvati and soon he would lay his hands on her. I hoped it may happen soon. I didn’t knew then that it was to happen the very next day. I didn’t know when I slept.
My mother was a very beautiful woman, a typical Bengali beauty. She was not very fair, not dusky either, in between. But her face had sharp features, big eyes in which she always used to wear mascara. A nose ring and the big bindi on her forehead added to her appeal. She was slightly plump, very curvy. She had fuller body, but the flesh on her body was in proper proportions. She had a slightly bulging belly, but without any folds. Her tall frame at 5’6” made her look like a model. She had a long hair which reached half her back, and which she used to tie in the form of a bun. Earlier, as I had seen in albums, she used to wear Sarees, typical Bengali style, sleeveless, low cut and almost backless. But now she used to wear churidaars. But the tight figure hugging churidaars and kameez with small sleeves looked good on her too. She was kind of woman you would be forced to look at again and again if you saw her once, she could turn glances if she moved in a marketplace. I started exploring about sex when I was 12. I used to watch porn on the internet. Then I developed the habit of watching the activities of my parents through the attic window. Their sex life was dismal. They rarely had sex, father was already in 50s. And whenever they had sex it would be over in 3-4 minutes. My mother barely used to respond to such sessions, she would just lay there motionless. Sometimes, she would later finger herself later on. I used to feel guilty when I used to see them. So lately I avoided. Things changed when I was 14. My Father got an offer from Chicago University for research for 4 years in the US. My mother was not willing to go as my studies would have been affected and asked father to rethink. But he was more than willing to go. Mother didn’t force him much. Anyway things were not well with them. So they decided to stay away from each other for a while. Just about a week before my father was to leave, he received a call from his collage time junior . His name was Kaleem Mujahid . He was transferred to Bangalore University. My father invited him to our home lunch.
He was a tall guy, around 6′. He had trimmed beard but no moustache. He also wore a typical muslim skullcap. From the looks, he looked like a
*****. I came to know he was a scholar in _- Philosophy and was in the same department as my father and mother. He had lost his wife very early and had not married since then. He was single since then. He was very soft spoken. He was witty too and was very good at shayari. He could charm anyone with his sweet talk. My father invited him to stay with us for some days till he found his own accommodation. He agreed. Next day my mother left to temple for Durga Puja. She was to come a week later. Father was to leave within 5 days. Mujahid shifted to our home and occupied the top floor. As I was unpacking, I saw he had brought his exercising stuff as well, dumbbells etc. He told me he was very particular about his physique. I could see that. He was wearing only vest and trousers when we were unpacking. He had very tight muscles; his chest was very wide, and hairy. He was very hairy, even his shoulders had considerable hair. He was a good cook too. Sice the time my mother left, he used to cook. I had developed a good rapport with him. He used to help me in my homework as well. My mother arrived two days later from Dushehra, and the day my father left. Parvati and Mujahid were formal with each other. As he was already cooking for me, and I praised his cooking too, Mother readily agreed when Mujahid offered to help her in the kitchen. They also used to go and return from University together in Mother’s car. Soon they were spending most of their time together. A couple of days later, I was studying in my room and they were chatting in living room. I came out to fetch water, when I saw them watching our old family photo albums together. Mother was telling her about our photos. I overheard a comment from Mujahid praising her that she looked good in the saree. He even told her couple of shers praising her beauty. I noticed her reaction. She was blushing. It was a lot time after she was getting such romantic attention from a man. I didn’t care much about it though. Next day to my surprise, after coming back home she changed into a saree. I remembered Mujahid praising her looks in Saree the day before. It was from her old wardrobe. The saree fit her slender frame very well. But what was exciting was, the short sleeved exposed her smooth fair arms. And a large part of her midriff was exposed. Her back was almost visible completely, even from the front, the transparent saree hid a little and showed her tummy and navel. And she had kept her hair loose which was also unusual. When Mujahid came down to help her, he again praised her for her looks. I somehow liked the two of them getting together well
A couple of days later, I was studying in my room. My door was closed. I heard the sound of Mujahid entering our house to help in kitchen. I didn’t bother as it was everyday affair now. Within 4 days, he had built a very good understanding with my Mother. Around 20 minutes later, my door opened by itself due to wind draft. As I got up from my chair to close it, I saw Parvati and Mujahid standing together, preparing food. They had their backs towards me, They were standing very close together, his right arm was almost touching the smooth left arm of my mother. Just as I was going to close the door, I got a shock. Mujahid put his arm on Parvati’s back. He put his hand on her exposed fleshy back. I closed the door, but started watching from the keyhole from where they were clearly visible. Mujahid then caressed Parvati’s exposed back with his hand and took some of her flesh in between his forefinger and thumb. He continued to caress her for next 20-30 seconds. Then with some force he turned Parvati towards him. Both stood facing each other, looking deeply into each other’s eyes. My Mother then threw a glance towards my room. Convinced that my room was closed, she raised her feet and kissed Mujahid full on lips. It was a gentle peck on his lips. They again looked into each other’s eyes. This time Mujahid bent forward and took her lips in his mouth. This time it was a little longer. After breaking their kiss they again looked into each other’s eyes. My mother than touched her forehead with his, and a little later bent her face a little forward and kissed his lips 3 times back to back. Then they separated and became engaged in cooking again. I continued watching. They didn’t kiss thereafter. Probably they were worried about my presence. But Mujahid once put his hand on Parvati’s ass globes tightly draped in Saree. She swayed her buttock, slowly and seductively and smiled. About an hour later they called me for dinner. After dinner I quickly left to my room to pry on them from the keyhole. But they simply chatted and nothing happened. Mujahid left and Parvati went to her room to sleep.
When I lay in the bed during night, the whole incident revolved before my eyes. I couldn’t sleep. The image of Mujahid’s hand caressing the bare back and ass of my mother Parvati, and the way she raised herself on her feet, to kiss Mujahid, came before my eyes again and again. Surprisingly I was super excited from this effort, rather then feeling enraged. The prospect of her cheating on her husband and a love affair between my hindu sanskari Mother, Parvati and a devout Muslim man, Mujahid titillated me oddly. The next whole day in school I imagined whether Parvati and Mujahid kiss each other while being in office or in car or elsewhere. I don’t know why, when I came home from school I decided to pry in Mujahid’s room. I didn’t find much. Then I opened his laptop and searched for pics and videos. To my surprise he had a large collection of porn. I opened it. It was full of amateur porn. They were all shot by a camera and it was Mujahid’s own sex sessions with 3 different women. There was more than 150GB of data with more than 1000 files. These files were stored under three file folders: Gauri Basu, Radhika Sharma and Parthvi Kamath. I quickly transferred all the stuff to my laptop. In the evening we had our dinner and unlike yesterday nothing like kissing or caressing happened between Parvati and Mujahid. In the night I was watching the videos and masturbated. Mujahid was a great lover. He fucked the three women to their delight. One thing I noticed that all three women were hindu. I thought Mujahid has a fetish for hindu women. I had masturbated twice already when I opened the third folder Parthvi Kamath. I accidently read Parvati Kamath. Immediately a chill ran down my spine. I imagined Parvati and Mujahid together. I opened one of the video and imagined Parvati in the video instead of Parthvi. This time I had a greater erection. Within 5 minutes I ejaculated and it was more intense than my earlier two ejections. Ah! The mere thought of my hindu Mother, Parvati , making love to a muslim Man, Kaleem Mujahid, excited me a great deal. I was sure Mujahid had already seduced Parvati and soon he would lay his hands on her. I hoped it may happen soon. I didn’t knew then that it was to happen the very next day. I didn’t know when I slept.