Let me first introduce ourselves. I am Sonci, a 20-years-old, Bengali girl from a traditional Hindu family. I live with my mother and my father and my sister. My father was working in a small biscuit factory as an accounts Clerk. My mother is also a Bengali lady around 38. Her name is Sabitri. She really has a sexy figure. A bit chubby, her best features are her 36D boobs and her butts. You can feel her round ass through her saree. Sometimes when she wears transparent saree and nightie or gown at night she looks awesome. She is very jolly & likes talking and smiling. Due to boredom sometimes she flirts with men though my dad never knew it. But as far as I knew she was devoted to my dad very much. My younger sister Akansha is just 18. She is a petite, young and innocent girl, at least for me she is.
One day my mom got one phone call from my dad’s office. One employee from the office informed my mom that my father was arrested by the local police for some bribery charges. We rushed to the police station but were unable to release him spending the whole day in that police station. The factory manager Zubair Ali was a very influential man and my dad was arrested as per his request. One constable in the police station told us it is not possible for them to release him now without proper investigation and they will appeal to the court to keep him in their custody for another 15 days. My mom started shouting after listening that my dad have to spend at least 15 days in this jail. Then the constable told my mom to request Zubair Ali for my dad’s release. If he permits then they can discharge my dad easily. Dad hated working under a Muslim guy owing to his hatred towards Muslims but he had to work to put the food on the table for us. Mom was angry at Mr Zubair and even uttered some racial slurs for him, I never heard slangs coming out of her mouth in my life. We returned to our home being very tired and frustrated.
Next morning my mom unwillingly called Mr Zubair Ali over phone and asked for my dad’s release. My mom requested him many times but he was not ready to withdraw his report. The next day morning my mom called him again and started begging him. It was very hard for my staunch Hindu mother to beg like that to a Muslim guy but she had to get her husband free. This time Mr. Zubair Ali became slightly soft may be because of my Mom’s shouts and requested my mom to meet him in his residence office in the lunch time. My mom didn’t like the idea of meeting him in private but there was no other way. In the noon she started dressing up to meet Mr Zubair, she was dressed like a traditional Hindu lady with her back & midriff exposed and her breasts tightly held by her bra and blouse. She went to meet him in the afternoon and came back after three hours. Her hairs were untied; her lip color was dragged to her chin as if she had rubbed her lips or washed her face with some cloth without caring about her lip color. When I asked her about the meeting, she told that Mr. Zubair was busy in a meeting and had told her to come tomorrow. For the next 4 days my mom went to meet him but failed because either he was busy in a meeting or was not present in his office in the lunchtime. But everyday when she returned I always found something unusual. Like one day I found her blouse was wet at places and a suspected bite mark in her neck. But I did not care much about this because I was very upset regarding my dad’s release. Fifth day when my mom went to meet him I found her very excited. That day I had a terrible headache. When after 3 hours she did not return home then I called her on her mobile.
Me : Mom where are you??
Mom: mmm…..Babu I will be late….(I could hear her breathing heavily,her voice chocking)….mmmm….hows your… mmmm….headache??
Me:I am fine…where are you??
Mom: Zubair ji….is …mmmm/……showing some documents to me…….it can help your dad’s release…(I heard someone commanding from behind)….mmm…your mom is busy in the meeting with some company lawyers……..uff slowly baba……..what I was saying to you? …. yes…I will be slightly late today.
Before I can speak anything someone snapped the phone but I managed to hear a sharp moan of my loved mother. I kept wondering what become of her. After five hours she returned home. I opened the door and saw her standing with three heavily build men. She managed a smile and pointing to one guy out of them she said “ he is Mr. Zubair Ali.” She also said that other guys, Rahim & Mahmood are his friends and they would have dinner with us and stay tonight. I nodded and watched her barely walk. Mr.Zubair asked her to get bath while they sat down for T.V. I went near the bathroom and was very surprised to hear that she was singing a hit hindi flim song while taking her shower. It was very odd for me seeing my Hindu Mom taking orders from this Muslim guy whom she resented so much. At dinner table she served wearing a transparent nightie. I was shocked! It wasn’t appropriate as we had guests with us. I had never seen that Nighty and guessed Mr. Zubair had bought it. She was flushed red in front of me while Mr. Zubair chatted casually with me. He called mom by her name as if she was his wife and asked her to sit beside him. I could clearly see him putting his hand on my mom’s thigh. They casually chatted about the food while my mom looked down (I could see guilt and fear in her face). I was impatient to know her fate after the dinner. The thought of mom being strongly fondled in our house in front of me was making me go wet. After the dinner he whispered something to my mom, to which she was not ready and begged him to not do that. I couldn’t hear but I guess he threatened her.
Reluctantly she got up and asked me and my sister to come with her in her bedroom. When we entered in her bedroom I found that Mr. Zubair and all his friends were waiting for us sitting on my mom’s bed. As soon as we entered Mahmood went near our bedroom door and locked it from the inside. They looked at us as though we were some trapped prey. They seemed to be in no hurry. They need not fear anything as now no one else would hear anything inside our house and everyone knows that we sleep around 10.30 PM and we cannot even expect a phone call. I looked at my mother expecting her to perform some miracle to save us. She asked Mr. Zubair in a shivering voice what they wanted. Mahmood came forward and slapped her. He told her in a menacing voice, “Don’t talk unless we ask you”. He continued ‘We will take all that we want and more so don’t bother’. Rahim, a man as dark as one could be with bulging eyes, asked Mr. Zubair in a casual manner , “Where do we start?”
I was shocked to see these things happen before me. My sister let out a shout. She started sobbing. She was afraid. She didn’t understand anything. She just started shouting. Rahim came near me, he just pulled my hair and slapped me, it was a stinging slap, I stared at him afraid even to shout. He said in a low voice,
“Ask that bitch to stop shouting or you will get more”. That was enough; the voice and the slap made my sister stop as soon as she started. Her hands went up to her mouth as if to stop any sound escaping from her. We were never slapped before.
“We will start with my Hindu slut”, pointing at my mother Mr. Zubair said.
Rahim said again “Zubair Ji why don’t you go and start the show”.
But Mr. Zubair said “You go first. I have been fucking that Hindu bitch for the last 4 days”.
The language was terrifying. It sent a chill up my spine. I understood what he meant. I don’t know whether my sister understood it or not. My mother looked shocked beyond any thing ever seen. Sweat was forming on her brows though the air conditioning was working. I could see her trying to control her shivering. Of late I came to understand what sexual arousal was. We were all in our nighties. Suddenly I realized I am no longer terrified.
I was looking at the scene somewhat curiously. What will they do now? Are they just threatening us or will they really… A host of questions cropped up in my mind. We were no competition for these three strong Muslim men. Rahim, who asked Mr. Zubair to start first, with his bulging eyes laughed crookedly and went near my mother. Her proud shoulders sagging. Her beautiful face now looked ugly. She raised her head helplessly to see what is going to happen. He commanded her to stand. She tried to stand up but her knees were weak and she almost fell back. He caught her shoulders and made her stand.
Then he barked out “Undress”.
She didn’t understand him. She looked at him quizzically.
He again said in a rough voice “Remove your dress”. She was dazed. She didn’t move nor made any attempt to undress. Mahmood silently came near me and pulled me up holding my hair.
I screamed “No” and stood up not able to bear the pain. His hand suddenly lifted my nighty and tried to grope between my thighs. I screamed out and tried to wriggle free. Another was going near my sister.
My mother shouted at the top of her lungs. “No, No, I will undress”.
Frantically she tried to remove her nighty over her head. She had no bra, no panty, just a petticoat which came to just above her knees. Her 36 sized breasts were heaving wildly probably out of fright. Her mangalsutra lying between her huge breasts. Her large pink nipples were clearly visible. She had a bit thick thighs while her behind was full. She stood there in her petticoat. But Rahim wanted her to remove even that. She really had no choice. She pulled the petticoat with trembling hands over her head. There she stood naked before all of us. Even I couldn’t stop appreciating her body. It had very little fat on it. Well carved, full and ripe. Her eyes were looking down out of shame. There was some hair around her pelvic region. She just stood there like a statue. Whether she really believed these guys will leave me out or was it that she lost her power to think rationally or is it that she was desperate and trying to gain time hoping something will happen in the meanwhile.
At that moment I know that they will fuck all three of us. My knees went weak with this realization. I collapsed back on the bed. I was trembling with the realization of what was to come. I was worried about my sister. She probably didn’t realize what was to come or even understand what happened when they fuck her.
Meanwhile Rahim barked another command at my mother, “Undress me”, this time there was no mistake. My mother was now beyond shock. She mechanically undid his pant, unzipping him and then removed his shirt. He was stark naked. Black, stout, muscular and his organ was very thick. It was erect and there were a few drops of pre cum on its head. It was uncircumcised and hence confirming he was a Muslim. He told her to caress it. Her little palms went over it and caressed it delicately afraid he would get angry.
It grew in size with her caressing, becoming thicker and longer.
“Hold my balls you Hindu bitch” he was almost whispering.
My mother held his balls and delicately caressed them. I looked at her face. The eyes were closed. Her face was impassive. He suddenly pulled her face towards him and started chewing her lower lip. Her body shook. Her hand tightened around his thick dick. Here was my staunch Hindu Mom being wildly kissed by a Muslim man, completely naked. Was she losing control over herself or was she trying to please him hoping he wouldn’t hurt her? I don’t know but I could see that my Hindu Mom was into it.
He was becoming restless. His body probably never felt this delicate touch. He looked straight out of gutters. His face rough with a scar extending down his left cheek. His hand moved over my mother’s stomach and was caressing it lightly. Then it moved up and held her left nipple and was lightly playing with it. I observed the nipple becoming hard. Then his other hand went down between her thighs. They were shut tightly. My mother probably understood his intention and separated them a little allowing his hand to move there. His finger poked and I guessed it must have made some inroads though I couldn’t see it. My mother’s face was flushing and her breath became heavy. I knew he was trying to arouse her and she was trying to control her feelings. Probably she wished he just fucked her brutally instead of arousing her before her daughters. This man looked like a brute but he had a way with women. I chided myself for these feelings. I wished this is over quickly. I knew I am getting wet down there observing this stimulating performance. Suddenly he told her to lie on the bed. My mother stepped back and quietly sat at first and then moved up, he said, “No, just lie on the edge” I didn’t understand what he meant but she understood. She moved to the edge her waist was on the bed while her legs were hanging down the bed. He held her legs up as if he is a performer exhibiting his magic. He moved them apart. There I could see for the first time the often described love hole of my mother. It was open. The lips spread a bit. But it wasn’t large. How he is going to send his enormous Muslim dick into it?
Her pussy was pink with hair on both sides. Her stomach was flat, her breasts now just spread a bit. Her eyes were closed. Probably she was anticipating that he will now get in. Her hands were gripping the bed sheet. My sister just put her head on my shoulder and closed her eyes. He moved between her legs. I couldn’t take off my eyes from the unfolding fuck. He held his thick Muslim cock near the opening of my mother’s Hindu pussy. He poked the head between the vaginal lips as if clearing the way. Then unexpectedly he lounged forward with full coercively, I didn’t know what exactly happened, because his back obstructed my view, but my mother screamed, I never heard her scream that way, it was heart rendering, it was like an animal
wailing loudly. “NO, NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO Rahimmmmmmm” I understood that my Mom’s Hindu pussy was now invaded by his big Muslim cock. Her legs were flaying desperately to relieve the pain. He was bent over her. Probably he wanted this position to penetrate her fully at one stroke. Being a science student I knew this posture allowed him maximum penetration. Her hands were desperately trying to push him back as her waist was totally crushed by his weight. His hands held her hands and pushed them over her head. He was half bent over her. His mouth went near the right nipple and he started nibbling it holding it lightly between his teeth. She was totally under his control. Every muscle in her body dominated by his counter part, crushing them and taking a lot of pleasure out of it. I saw his waist moving very slowly. What is he doing? I think my mother tried to adjust herself to the implanted monster inside her. She was desperately trying to move her waist to make the way as smooth as possible. He again moved inside but slowly, he knew he had dominated her, that she is at his mercy. I saw glee on his face.
I could see him only from one side. “You will enjoy this my Hindu cow, you will enjoy this ride into heavens” he was muttering aloud. He started moving in and out slowly. His movement, controlled and rhythmic. He freed her hands and one of his hands went down trying something between her thighs. What is he doing I wondered. I didn’t know that he was holding my mother’s Hindu clit and caressing it while he stopped all movement for some time. I looked at her face. Her eyes were closed but the lips were partially open, her legs were now on his back. Her hands were tightly gripping the pillow. What happened to her? There is no mark of pain anywhere? Just a few moments back she shouted as if she was about to die. Then I knew the man is not only dominating her but is also totally controlling her. His play with her clit probably aroused my mother, she was desperately trying to regain her control but unable to hold back, her waist moved a bit upwards as if it wanted him. He knew he had conquered her. There was a grin on his face realising that he had conquered a married Hindu woman. He moved in for the slay. He gave one strong thrust and my mother moaned
“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAA Rahimmmmm fuck my Hindu pussy uffffffff meri chuuutttt” and she thrust her waist up, “Good girl” he complimented her.
Are the suppressed sexual feelings being unleashed now? I know now it is no longer sex. She is enjoying it and wanted more. He moved in with quick deep thrusts each thrust eliciting an unsuppressed moan from my mother. The sounds were meaningless. Did she realize we were there? Here was my Hindu Mom fucking like a whore in her marital bed with posters of Hindu gods on the walls. Her waist is now trying to match him. Her legs entwined his waist. He was feeling cramped. He removed her legs from around his waist and put them on his shoulders. I realized now it is going to be something different. There is no protest from my mother. Her eyes closed tightly not wanting to look at us. He went in with deep thrusts heaving my mother. Her body shook like a leaf in a storm with his thrusts and she moaned loudly “Haayyyy Raaammmmm”. Did she ever had this experience before? She tried to hold his shoulders to stop herself from being pushed up the bed. He pulled her down a bit and bent down to take her lips. Her legs were bent up with her knees almost touching her shoulders. She was spread it out like a whore. Her waist rose unnaturally. He started pumping her like a piston moving fast. He covered her lips with her, her moans were now muffled. What I saw really upset me. Oh god he made my mother into a real slut before our eyes. I looked at my sister, I was surprised to see her looking at my mother with wonder in her eyes. There was no fear in them now. I felt my hand moving unconsciously towards my pussy, I knew it was damn wet there. His thrusts became stronger, the whole bed was shaking a bit, I saw my mother free her lips from his, she was breathing heavily, her hands gripping his shoulders fiercely. I saw her boobs and mangalsutra bouncing with each of his thrusts. Her waist was trying to move fast. Something was welling up inside her. I realized she is reaching her orgasm.
Oh my god I thought, she is actually going to cum in a fuck. Then came the sound, “Ohhhhhhhhhhh, NOoooooooooo I’m going to cum Rahimmmmm” and her body gave a mighty jerk and became stiff. She was not allowing him to move. He too stopped. Probably he was gloating over his conquest. In a few seconds my mother’s body became limp. He withdrew from her. His Muslim pole still erect, hungry and glistening with the liquids.
He looked at her and ordered, “Now that’s enough Hindu slut, get up and suck my muslim cock”. Why didn’t he cum inside her? Is he exhibiting that he is the master of the situation and that she is his slave? My mother got up unwillingly; she might want to lie down for some time to savor her orgasm. But he thrust his black thick Muslim pole towards her. I understood that by making her lick and suck her own juices he is taking a lot of pleasure in the very act itself. Her tongue slowly licked his Muslim pole of all her juices and then he went in to her mouth smoothly. This time there was no choking. My mother moved her mouth all over his Muslim cock. Her head moving up and down on his cock. Her hair was loose now. Her face was totally covered by her hair. We could only see the movement. She was moving very fast, probably to make him cum fast. He realized that and held her head to slow down. He held her head still and started fucking her as if it was all that mattered to him. Again his rod was hitting the throat and causing pain, he was oblivious to that, his pace increased, probably he was about to cum, and suddenly he stopped, he told her to lie on the bed. “Spread your legs, you Hindu bitch” he ordered, he mounted her and gave a deep strong thrust that again brought a moan out of my mother’s throat. Then he vigorously fucked her for a few times, it was clear he was going to cum, and then we heard the strange sound,
“Take it you Hindu bitch, now you have my Muslim seed inside your Hindu pussy, Aaaaaahhhhh” and with that he clung to her. His jerks slowed down. We could see the white liquid tickling down my mother’s thighs. It was the potent liquid of her Muslim master. She neither moved nor said anything. I looked at the other two and was shocked to see that one of them, Mahmood, was filming the whole thing. Did my mother observe this? What are they going to do with the film?
More to come in the next part.