Mummy ki Chudai ki Kahani
Though I was a regular visitor of this site, the sole purpose that I joined this forum is to share my true experience. A lot of times I started. But could not post it. It’s not really easy when its real believe me. I belonged to a lower middle class family. I got 4 members in my family my dad, mom, sister and me. My dad is a 25% partner in a medical shop i.e. the owner is someone else and my dad runs the shop with 25% share in profits. The financial situation was not at all good and we just lived in limited means. But with me and my sister growing up and cost of educational expenses increasing dad’s only income was not enough and my mom started working in a std booth cum Xerox cum internet parlour beside an engineering college. The college was around 8 kms away from our house and one of dad’s suppliers informed him. She was suppose to work from 9 to 6 but the payment was decent. Dad stays in the shop from 8AM to 11PM and use to come home for lunch in between. Our school was from 9 to 2. So it was a huge problem to our lifestyle. So we had a long family discussion on that issue and finally keeping in mind our financial constraint mom decided to take the job.

Things started running evenly after that. I was in class 9 at that time and my sister in class 7. Though initially we faced problems without parents in the house, gradually we learnt to cope with it and our landlady also helped us a lot. Days passed by smoothly and gradually I completed my Hons in Comp Science and then did my MCA. I initially wanted to get admitted in the college beside my mom’s shop but she was strictly against it. According to her students of that college were all spoilt brats. They smooch in the open, girls smoke and all other filthy things happen. So it was not suitable for me. I got the point and didn’t want to miss my part of the fun either staying in front of my mom’s eyes so I got admitted in another college. I got placed after my MCA and went to Bangalore and joined my new company. In the meantime my sister did her B.A and then did some airhostess course and joined an airline crew. Then after a lot of persuasion from me and my sister mom stopped working.

Initially I lived as a paying guest with my 2 batch mates but after training both of them got transferred to other cities. I gradually got to know people of my projects and as is the proverb birds of same kind flock together I soon moved with a group of three other Bengali guys one a senior from my college. They were all 3 yrs experienced and one of them Mohit was from the college beside my mom’s shop. That college didn’t have a hostel so he along with some other guys stayed at a rented flat near the college. He seemed like a total spoilt brat. He spent money like water and use to drink every evening and visited brothels every weekend. I didn’t like his spend theft nature and lived much simpler than the rest of the guys and sent home money every month. Rest of all the guys Mohit understood my monetary situation first and became very careful towards me. He became like an elder brother towards me and soon we developed a very good rapport.

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I have never revealed Mohit that my mom used to work in the shop beside his college. You know it’s not a very pleasant story to share with a bunch of rich spoilt friends. Coming to the point. It was Rajib my ex seniors birthday and we were at a bar to celebrate that evening. I drank rarely but it was like a valid circumstance. As usual after 4 rounds of whiskey we were drank like hell and our conservation shifted to man’s favourite topic sex. All of us have had sexual experiences and Mohit and Samrat were frequent visitors to whore houses. Rajib also visits occasionally. They thought of me as a virgin but I wasn’t. Mohit was like the expert in this matter. He has been to onsite and he has fucked a lot of foreigners. I do not recall the exact conversation but it was somehow like this
Samrat: Mohit is the luckiest of all. Bastard has fucked pussies of all kind.
Mohit: believe me guys, nothing like a sweet Indian pussy.
Samrat: whatever, but I still want to taste a pink silksmooth pussy.
Rajib: Mohit what u say Rani is the best among the lot. Fresh and young.
Mohit: yes she is good. But you know my taste. Rani is a professional whore. I like the homely amateur ones. There is one Sumitra. Her hubby is in Dubai and ( ) she works as a sales girl in the weekdays. But Sundays in the afternoon she comes to the whore house to make some extra bucks. She says her parents in UP are not well and she sends them money. She also showed me the picture of her son, a nice kid of around ************years. She is not a great fuck and can’t even give a proper blowjob. But I like that kind.
Samrat: Seems like the bastard haven’t forgot Pooja bhabhi.
The name stroked me.
I: who is this pooja bhabhi?
Rajib: there was a slut around his college.
I was all ears at that point.
Mohit: guys u haven’t seen her. I bet if you would have u could have jerked your entire life on her name.
As you have guessed Pooja is my mom’s name. That night it started and gradually he shared a lot of incidents of my mom. Because of my interest and excitation he thought I share the same kind of taste as him and he was glad to have an avid listener in me. I’m trying to narrate those incidents in my own words.
Mohit’s college didn’t have a hostel and all the distant students lived in rented accommodations near the college. He lived just behind mom’s shop. The name of the shop was Imran print & xerox and the owner of the shop was a guy called Imran around 30 years of ages (I knew this). Two ladies would run the shop Pooja and Madhu and Imran would frequent between his roll and chowmein shop and the Xerox shop. Mohit said that he was always fascinated by the two ladies in the shop since the time he joined college and gradually he found out so were the rest of the boys. Out of the two ladies Madhu was the slutty type wearing little revealing saree n blouse and always giggling at the boys and Pooja was the decent but more beautiful and sexy one. Right from the very beginning they heard that both the ladies were sluts and a lot of localites including the students have scored with them but there was no direct witness and gradually they started believing that like with all other popular ladies in every neighbourhood these were also gossips until there was a huge brawl one morning. Madhu and a friend of Imran were cursing and abusing each other in the middle of the road amidst the surrounding of all the neighbouring people and shopkeepers. After that Madhu aunty was not seen in the shop anymore and around a week later a new pretty young girl called Swapna was appointed in her place. Later Mohit came to know that this friend of Imran promised Madhu a golden necklace and was fucking her for the last one year and when Madhu came to know that this was all bluff she revolted. The shop was two storeyed and in the ground floor there was the Xerox machine and std booth. There was a store room beside that which was always closed. And in the first floor there was the surfing parlour. Pooja usually handled the Xerox and std section and Madhu the internet section when both the sections were crowded(I guess that’s true because my mom was educated up to class 10 only and I believe she hadn’t seen a computer prior to joining the shop). Mohit said Imran’s friend use to fuck Madhu in that store room.
Now mom’s timing was suppose to be 9AM to 6PM. But after initial 2, 3 months she started coming at around 9-9:30 PM. Dad use to come after 11 from his medical shop and we use to have dinner together. So it never created any problem. But still mom called another family meeting and she explained that Imran run two shops the Xerox one and another roll and chowmein shop. The roll shop is very crowded in the evening and Imran remains busy there. He is free at around 8:30PM after which she explain him the business of that day and handover the cash and then she returns. She had already earned 2, 3 salaries at that time and it was more than dad’s income. We were already getting use to the easy life and none of us opposed to this. So gradually her timing became 9AM to 9:30PM in college days and 12 noon to 9:30 PM on holidays.

Now coming to Mohit’s stories. He had come to the rented house from home for his third semester and none of his roommates had arrived till then. They were supposed to come the next day or something like that. He was feeling very bored alone so after lunch he decided to give the internet parlour a visit. It was he said 30 metres at max from his house. Nothing much has happened since the Madhu’s incident. It was a hot summer afternoon and the shop was totally vacated. 2, 3 days were left for the college to open and most of the students hadn’t returned. At the counter downstairs there was the new girl Swapna. As he told that he wanted to surf the net the girl gave him a wicked smile and sent him upstairs. Upstairs Pooja was watching something in one of the computers and as Mohit reached behind her, sensing him she became very baffled. She was watching a porn and in her panic she didn’t know what to do. She somehow managed to switch off the monitor after 15, 20 seconds. It was an uncomfortable silence between them and Mohit also felt very embarrassed. He took his seat in a computer little away from her. Swapna came up from downstairs right then and both the girls whispered something and started giggling. Then she put the curtain on at Pooja’s computer, gave Mohit another wicked smile and left. Mohit wasn’t interested in surfing anymore. He was curious about what was going on in Pooja’s computer but Mohit said he was an idiot at that time and he just kept on browsing his own machine. And then about half an hour later Imran came and went to Pooja. He said something to her and both of them left. Mohit also got up around 10, 15 minutes later. Only Swapna was at the counter. As Mohit paid her the surfing charges he gathered courage and asked her where Imran was.
Swapna: why?
Mohit: I think I owe him for a chicken roll from last month.
Swapna: he went with Pooja for some work. I’ll ask him when he returns.
Mohit left then. But he had noted that there was 3 other pair of shoes at the door other than his. 2 ladies and one gents. And he was hundred percent sure the two were fucking in the store. Later also they noted that during the deserted hours though shoes were present people were absent, sometimes Pooja sometimes Swapna. And even there were other gent’s shoes other than Imran’s.
Now coming to my side of the story. Mom was an introvert, shy kind of a lady. But with her going out changes came. She grew smarter. But it was nothing drastic. While working and even now she has a very soft, affectionate, motherly kind of a look. Yes her dressing changed. She wore better sarees. But so did all of us. Whenever she bought things for herself she got things for all of us. She looked happy and she tried her best to share that happiness in the family equally. We got very little family timings. Only in dinner we 4 got together. She looked very embarrassed for her late returns. And after her return, while cooking she use to indulge me and sis in chitchats with her about our studies, school and other well beings. While dinner she uses to share her day and ask dad not to worry about his business. We have heard about Madhu. She was 3, 4 years older than mom. She was real sad when Madhu left. She did some beauty parlour job and left for a better job mom told us. It was in early 2003. I remember I was preparing for my hs at that time. Mom was working with Madhu since her joining the shop in 1999. She has also spoken about Swapna. She was a young girl of around 22, 23 years. She had done a nursing course and trying for a nursing job working in the shop in the meantime. She lived in Kolkata with her mother. Gradually mom grew very fond of her and looked at her liked an elder sister though mom was 13, 14 years older than her.

Now coming to Mohit’s part of the story. Mohit and his friends had rented the ground floor of a 3 storey building. They particularly chose that house because it was very near to the shop where they can ogle two sexy milfs and the landlord would be away most of the times to their son’s who was settled in Canada. So they can party whenever they wanted. Now he said 4 months have passed since they were counting shoes. Their landlord was back without his lady for some work and he stayed for 3, 4 months. He was an alcoholic too and Mohit’s group never had any problem with him. He was an egoistic and proud kind of a man wealthier than the rest of the neighbourhood. He didn’t mixed with the rest of the neighbours. The maid who cooked for Mohit also cooked for him. And these guys suspected he was eating her too. She was a cute kind of a lady but Mohit said too skinny for his liking. And their landlord Mr. Singh was a big Sardar in his late 50’s or early 60’s. He joked they would look like a tandoori roti n papad in bed together. But after around 1 month of his stay he started bringing ladies in the house. He would drive them in late at night and the ladies would leave early morning. Since they got a sniff of this affair Mohit and his friends would wake entire night playing games and watching porn to check the women he brought. If they missed while she came they would wait to watch her leave. And those ladies were hot according to him. It was winter during this time. Once the girl who came covered herself thoroughly and got in very stealthily. They could not make out about her so they waited till dawn. She got out real fast too. But Mohit had no doubt it was Swapna. Around 3,4 days later a lady clad in a burqa got in from his car. They got glimpses of her. But she was thoroughly covered and Mohit could not make out anything. A lady clad in burqa in a sardars house is very suspicious but their owner didn’t give a damn about the neighbours and acoording to Mohit the neighbourhood was also a brothel. All of them had secrets and none of them dared to poke their nose in others affair. They waited till dawn. The lady got out and still she was clad in a burqa and they couldn’t make out. But they were counting shoes for months and from her shoe Mohit was sure that was Pooja. He followed her. She was about to enter the shop as he saw Mohit following and she started walking towards the auto stand. It was 5:30 AM and just one auto was standing without any passenger. As Pooja sat Mohit followed her. The auto waited for 3 more passengers and around 10, 15 minutes later it started. They reached the destination and Mohit was still following. In Mohit’s words “I was ready to follow her till hell that day. And she must have sensed that. She perhaps didn’t want to reveal her home to me so she returned back and entered the shop. She had keys with her. I think that was the original plan. And that is the day I screwed whatever chance I had of screwing her.” Imran called him in the evening and told him to never come around his shop again or he’ll break his teeth. Mohit with last bit of his courage uttered that he wants to fuck Pooja once and he is willing to pay. Imran gave him a tight slap and cautioned him that if he wanted to complete his course and return safely he wouldn’t come near his shop.
Now my view on this part of the story. The time he told was around Feb 2004 in his 4th Sem and I was in my B.Sc first year. My mom has worked for more than 4 years and never stayed out at night. There was no reason to suspect her. That was till October or Nov 2003. Then in Durga Puja or Diwali 2003 Swapna was going to some hospital for an interview for a nurse post in some other city. She requested mom to go with her. We never heard this part in detail as this topic never came up in the dinner table. But may be Swapna had met dad in his shop or talked to him in phone which was at his shop or it was only mom’s persuasion dad got convinced that mom needs to go with Swapna. Dad finally presented it to the dining table that mom was going to some city on Friday or something and she would stay there for 2 days. But mom gave a U-turn. She said she do not get enough time for herself and her kids and she is not going to waste 2 days roaming around with Swapna. Now it was dads turn to convince mom. He got little angry that few days ago mom had told him that Swapna had no friends or family except her mom who was an old illiterate lady, no good in a new city. She treats mom as her elder sister and mom had also committed that she would go. And now it’s immoral to refuse her since only 2, 3 days were left. This was the first time mom stayed out at night. She was out for 2 nights but she called dad’s shop frequently and gave him regular updates about her whereabouts. My sister was old enough to cook at that time so there was no problem and in the dinner table dad shared mom’s updates to us. Mom returned after 2 days pretty normal as far as I remember. But it was the start of that affair. After that regularly she went out with Swapna once in a month or two. She would stay one or at max two night out but call dad regularly. And when she returned she would shower us with lot of love and affection. There was no reason to suspect her. She was not a crazy teenager whose hormone will go up suddenly. She was a mature woman of 36 years at that time married faithfully to my dad for more than 18 years. She had been working and going out for more than 4 years without any sign of disrespect towards family. But yes around April, 2004 she got a mobile for herself. Mobile at that time was new in the market, a status symbol, a rich man’s toy as calling was even more expensive. She literally had to fight with dad for that. But she told that there was some guy following her and it’s just as a safety measure, in case needed. We all got tensed. Dad told her to come home early and ordered me to go to her shop and company her back. I tried and went the next evening. But she scolded me so much that I never dared again. “This is the time to study and focus on your career, rather than follow an old man’s nonsense jabber and waste your time” she had told me angrily.

Now coming to Mohit’s part. Imran had slapped him in front of Pooja and he was really hurt and humiliated. It was hard to forget and he had many sleepless nights but gradually he learnt to ignore. He still craved for Pooja but he couldn’t look into her eyes anymore and neither did she. According to him this was the incident which changed him completely and brought out his personality and smartness otherwise he was a very decent and unsmart kind of a guy. He didn’t try following Pooja anymore and didn’t know what she was upto. From the students cycle he came to know about 2 or 3 seniors who could get into Madhus panties. There were few who have fucked Swapna. But there was none except one who went into bed with Pooja. This fool was a Bangladeshi student who got admitted through the management quota and brought loads of cash with him. He had loaned Imran some 10000 rupees and got back 2000 only, in 2 instalments. Imran thought he would give up but he didn’t and kept on following up with Imran. So after a few months instead of paying him in cash he arranged Pooja and Swapna for a weekend. This guy and his other Bangladeshi friend from some other college went to Digha with Pooja and Swapna. “This Pooja, who looked so innocent and motherly, never let me come close to her and with this bastard and his friend she drank, smoked and did anal, oral and whatever he wished for. Lucky son of a bitch.”

My opinion on this part of the story is no I’ve never felt my mom smokes or drinks. Smoking and drinking is difficult to begin and more difficult to stop. She can’t learn it overnight. May be she accepted a cigarette or a glass just to please her partner but she wasn’t addicted. The part which strikes me is she won’t let students come close to her. Does she hate young cocks? Or was she only afraid that from some cycles I may came to know about her? I don’t know and I’ll never be able to say for sure. I got placed in campus in 2009 and joined in late 2009. My sister joined as an airhostess in a reputed airline in first half of 2010 and mom left her job around 3 months later after repeated persuasion from me and sis. My dad has also quit and is staying at home since last two months. He had a minor heart attack before that. I know Mohit since July, 2010 and Rajib’s birthday is 28th Sept.

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