The Neighbor’s uncle Embrace my mother

Hello friends, my name is Kamini, I’m an 18-year-old girl living in a hostel in Noida. My hometown, Meerut, is about two hours away from here. I am my parents’ only child. Today, I had a fight with my boyfriend. The reason was that he wanted to have sex with me “anally,” but I insisted on doing it “vaginally.” He wouldn’t listen and we ended up arguing.

I stormed out of the hostel and headed home without informing anyone. I thought I would surprise my father, who had recently broken his back in an accident and was bedridden at home.

When I reached home, my father asked me why I didn’t call before coming. “Papa,” I said, “I have a day off tomorrow, so I decided to come and give you a surprise.” “Where is your mother?” I asked. “She just went out for a walk,” he replied.

My mind was still reeling from the fight with my boyfriend, and now my mother was gone too. I knew there was a small room on the roof that led up a staircase outside our house. It was a different kind of room, one where I had been intimate with my boyfriend before.

As I climbed the stairs, my breath caught in my throat. The curtain to the room was billowing slightly in the breeze, and there, on the double bed, was my mother with another man! My heart pounded as I realized it was Gupta Uncle, our neighbor.

I wanted to scream but no sound escaped my lips. I stood frozen, unable to move.

Gupta Uncle was holding my mother’s legs open, his large penis thrust deep inside her. My mother’s saree had ridden up, revealing her blouse which was unbuttoned. She was moaning softly and seemed to be enjoying herself immensely.

My father couldn’t climb the stairs because of his broken back, and I hadn’t told him I was coming home. We had spoken earlier today, and I hadn’t mentioned anything about visiting. If not for the fight with my boyfriend, I wouldn’t have come home at all. He had been particularly rude to me, calling me names and comparing me to a dog.

I felt so ashamed and betrayed. My mother was having sex with another man while I was away.

Gupta Uncle groaned loudly, “Ahhhhhhh!” His words snapped me out of my shock. I quickly moved aside, trying to hide. Then, I peeked again. Gupta Uncle was kissing my mother’s face and thrusting harder.

My mother seemed a little annoyed. She said, “Slow down, will you? Are you crazy? You’ve smeared your saliva all over my face!”

Gupta Uncle replied, “Shut up, bitch! You were just begging for it.”

My mother quickly pulled her blouse together and adjusted her saree. Gupta Uncle started buttoning his pants and looked around for his slippers. I sat there frozen, unable to move. Finally, I crept down the stairs.

As soon as I entered the house, my father asked, “What happened, beta? Did you not find your mother?” She left her mobile phone here and will be back soon,” he said.

I looked at my father for a moment before going to the bathroom and turning on the tap. I let the water run over my face as tears streamed down my cheeks. How could my mother be so shameless?

Suddenly, I realized why she had been so quiet. I needed to stay silent too, for my father’s sake. My mother would never admit to what I had seen.

When my mother came back from her “walk,” I couldn’t help but ask, “Where were you?”

She quickly changed the subject and said, “I was just visiting a new neighbor who moved in.” She didn’t even seem embarrassed or ashamed.

It made me think about how easily people can compartmentalize their lives. We girls are expected to be sexually available, but when it comes to our mothers, we pretend that they are innocent and pure.

I decided to keep my secret. It was better for everyone that way. After all, what good would come from exposing the truth?