A Mother’s Sacrifice – Part 2

Please read the previous part for context.

Mom left the room, and Rajiv went into the bathroom. As soon as I heard the shower go on, I got out of the closet and slowly went out of the room. I sat on the stairs for a while, thinking about what just happened. I could feel pre-cum dripping from my dick.

I took deep breaths until my phone rang. It was Mom.

Mom: Where are you?

Rahul: I was in the cafeteria, Mom. I’ll be there in a moment. Do you want something to eat?

Mom: No.

I went back, and she was sitting on the sofa beside the reception desk. Now that I was close, I could see her face clearly. Her eyes were swollen from all the crying. I could see the faded stains of mascara she wiped, probably in the common washroom.

Her lipstick was gone, and her ponytail was a mess. I did not stare for too long. I could get suspicious.

Rahul: So what did he say?

Mom: He said you can keep your job.

I already knew about it, but I acted surprised and hugged her. She smiled after a long time. I backed up the car, and we went home.

I started going to the office but I could not get my mind off the last thing Rajiv said, “The next one would be for money.”

Two weeks went by. Anuj came to me on a Friday evening as I was packing to leave.

Anuj: Rajiv ji is in town today. He wants to have dinner with you.

I was surprised, so I just nodded.

Anuj: He will come around your house by 8.

Rahul: He will be coming to my home.

Anuj: You have a problem with that?

Rahul: No, sir. Absolutely not.

It was done. I thought as I started my car. He was coming by my house this time. I knew what Rajiv had in mind. I could say no, but that would mean angering him. I can lose my job. Also, the money. As he said, innocent or not, I owed him the money now.

I had no other option. I reached home and told Mom that Rajiv would be stopping by for dinner. She was shocked but didn’t say anything. She went on to cook something good for him. Rajiv stopped by around 9, and we had dinner. We had some talk over whiskey afterwards.

I was confused as to how his personality had completely changed from the last time I met him. He seemed more humble this time. It was around 11 that he got up and asked if he could spend the night. I instantly knew what was going on. He was passing the time so that it could get late and he could stay.

I couldn’t say no. It was a 3-BHK. There was a corridor at one end of the hall. My room and guest bedroom were on the opposite side of the corridor and Mom’s room was at the end of it. We all went to sleep but I couldn’t sleep thinking about all this.

One hour later, I heard the sound of a door opening. I knew it was Rajiv. I had to see it. I was excited for it. This was a new feeling in this type of situation. There was a balcony in Mom’s room. My window opened onto that. My Mom kept flowers and vases on that.

I jumped from my window slowly onto the balcony. Mom was watching something on the TV with her hair open. She was wearing a black t-shirt and grey pyjamas. Rajiv knocked on the door, and she was startled. She paused the TV and got up to open the door.

Rajiv was standing there. He had kept the suit back in his room and was now in his blue shirt and pants. The shirt was tight on his belly and untucked from his pants.

Mom: What are you doing here?

Rajiv: Madam, it’s time these questions should get old. I think you know what I’m doing here.

He let himself in and sat on the bed. Mom reluctantly closed the door and stood there looking at her legs. Rajiv pulled out a box from his pocket and lit a cigarette. Mom wanted to say something but stayed quiet. He got up and went to the dressing table that was on the right side of the room.

He threw off the ash in the dustbin and took the support of the table. The balcony door was on the opposite side of the room from the table.

Rajiv: After last time, I think my dick has gotten addicted to you.

He rubbed his dick over his pants. Mom’s face turned red from all the talk.

Mom: I think you should leave now. I don’t like this.

Rajiv: It doesn’t matter what you like. You’re my randi. I like you naked and kneeling. That’s all that matters.

I was shocked but also excited this time around. He was again straightforward. Mom looked up, and she begged with her eyes. It was of no use in front of Rajiv.

Rajiv: You know the rule, madam. You have two minutes before I walk out, and hell falls on your family.

He almost laughed while saying this. He was looking down on us. It was all a game to him for passing time while he was in town. Mom stood there for a moment, contemplating in her mind what to do.

Rajiv: You have one minute before I finish my cigarette and leave. Strip in your lingerie and kneel in the middle of this room.

Suddenly, there was a movement in the room. Mom went to the side table and pulled out a hairband. She moved to the centre of the room, and I knew what was coming. She tied her hair in a ponytail, and Rajiv smirked.

Rajiv: Good girl. You remember, don’t you?

She pulled out her t-shirt when Rajiv interrupted her and pulled out his phone. He opened the camera, and a flash shone out from his phone. Mom covered her eyes and her face.

Mom: What are you doing?

Rajiv: Don’t worry. I’m just taking pictures for memory’s sake.

Mom: Please don’t take pictures. I won’t allow this.

Anger flashed onto Rajiv’s face.

Rajiv: You are forgetting who you are. You are my slut. You don’t allow things. I do.

Mom: But…

Rajiv: You continue what you were doing or else I leave.

She had no other option. She pulled the t-shirt once again, and it came out smoothly. Her bare tits hung out in the open.

Rajiv: Wow. You really are a dirty slut. I’m surprised that you’re not wearing a bra.

She was standing topless in the middle of her bedroom with her hands cupping her tits.

Rajiv: Put your hands behind your head and spread your legs.

She did as he told her. Her saggy tits hung out in the open. The camera flashed a few times. I could see her breath go up and down. She was sobbing from the embarrassment, but Rajiv was just getting started.

Rajiv: Now, the bottoms. Get them off.

She pulled her pyjamas down, and a green-coloured panty was revealed. The contrast of her white thighs was perfect against them. My dick got hard, and I looked at Rajiv, his eyes filled with lust. The camera flashed a few more times, and Rajiv put his phone down.

He then threw his cigarette in the corner and gestured towards her panty. She stripped down the panty and kneeled right there. Her bare ass was completely visible, and I started rubbing my dick. Rajiv got up and moved towards her. He stood just above her, his zip touching her lips.

He took her by the ponytail and further pushed her face into his pants, grinding his dick on her lips.

Rajiv: Are you feeling how hard you make me?

He left her hair and pulled her hands to his belt. Mom knew the task at hand. She removed his belt and opened his button, sliding his pants down to his knees. She slid his underwear down, and his dick popped out, hard and erect.

Rajiv: Don’t just stare at it. It’s yours to clean, after all.

Mom took his dick in her hands and started rubbing it slowly. She increased the pace and licked the tip with her tongue. In the span of a few moments, she was sucking his dick like a pro. Licking all over and sucking his balls.

Rajiv was enjoying every second of it, touching her boobs in between the licks and the slurps. This went on for a few minutes, and then she backed off, wiping the saliva off her lips. Rajiv pulled her up and started kissing her like a wild animal.

His one hand was squeezing her boobs, and the other one was in her pussy. She was moaning with pleasure in between the kisses. I realised that she was too beginning to enjoy it.

Rajiv stopped kissing her and bent her on the table. He spread her legs and put his dick on the entry of her pussy. I heard a faint conversation happening between them.

Mom: Please use lubricant. I’m not wet.

Rajiv: Yeah, I don’t care.

With this, he pushed his dick inside, and Mom let out a scream. He started pounding her from the back at an increasing pace. She was trying not to moan but leaving outcries in between. He started spanking her ass in between the strokes. After 10 minutes, he pulled out and moved to the bed.

He laid on the bed on his back and started stroking his dick. Mom was on the floor beside the table, trying to catch her breath after the intense pounding. Her face was flushing red, and she was dripping wet with sweat. Little drops were trickling from her tits and erect nipples.

Rajiv: Who told you to rest, bitch. Come here right now.

Rajiv angrily ordered her. She was startled but obeyed. She got up and moved towards the bed. He ordered her to suck his dick. She started sucking his dick on all fours. Her tits were loosely hanging, and I could see sweat all over her back and ass.

Rajiv ordered her to start riding his dick, and she obeyed. She struggled with his huge dick but finally found a position, and his dick swiftly went in. She moaned in pleasure as she started riding his dick in a rhythmic motion. I could see from her expression that she was thoroughly enjoying the experience.

She placed her hands on his chest and started moving her hips on his dick faster. He was playing with her tits meanwhile, pinching her nipples and slapping them in between.

Rajiv caught hold of her hips and moved her on the bed. He got up and stood on the bed right above Mom’s face. He started stroking his dick faster, and in a moment, he came all over Mom’s face and tits. She was now covered in sweat and cum, lying on her bed all naked in front of a stranger.

He got off the bed and pulled out his phone from his pants. He came towards Mom’s head and put his dick on her face. The camera flashed, and he clicked several images. He got dressed and left.

Mom got up, trying to gather up whatever energy was left in her to make it to the washroom. She went into the washroom and closed the door.

I was still hard at the scene I had witnessed, so I decided to enter the room while she was cleaning herself and steal her panties. I got in and took the panty back to my room, where I came in them thinking of fucking her.

To be continued.