Family Randi (Whore)

 

M+/f, incest, humiliation, non-consent

My mother wasn’t the prettiest but wasn’t bad looking either. Simple and traditional are two words that fit her nicely. At 40 her figure wasn’t bad either. 38-28-38. Ok, so it wasn’t great either. As I said she was moderately fine. A perfect housewife. Traditional Indian dresses was all that she wore. Daily poojas (prayers) was part of her routine. Not once did I see any skin on her other than her arms and face. She was very fair though which made her look prettier than she actually was though lately she was developing dark circles under her eyes due to the tensions in the house.

My mother, Narinder wanted to have a loving family environment but with Nilesh, my father this was not possible. In the beginning there had been good times but now things were just bad. It all started when he had got sacked from work and started drinking. Dad went out on the pretext of looking for work every day but he always came home drunk. He was also becoming shameless, making sexual advances upon her, grabbing her tits and so on, right in front of us. I guess it was due to the frustration of not getting a job, the influence of alcohol didn’t help.

One morning he slapped Narinder so hard she had fell to the floor. Worse, he had slapped her in front of their sons, Anil, my brother and me Rahul.

With dad's increased absence from the house and his complete lack of respect for her she found us more and more difficult to handle. We didn't listen to her, we called her names that we had heard dad call her like 'randi'(Whore) and 'korti'(bitch). She would slap us but that would just make us more defiant. Mom was losing control.

Sometimes dad would wink at us, then creep up behind mum and slap her bum or grab her breasts when she stood praying. Boys copy their fathers and now she had to put up with both Anil and I doing the same thing. Catching her while she was praying was the most enjoyable because she used to face the wall where the statue stood. She couldn’t see us making her vulnerable. She would lift her hands while offering the incense to god. It’s that these times that we took the opportunity, grabbing her ass or boobs. She had told us off about it, but we just enjoyed seeing her get mad those days.

As years went by, things were accelerating. Once we were watching some boring drama on television. Dad asked mom to sit with him. She said that she did not want to watch TV. This seemed to make Dad angry. He grabbed mom and forced her to sit on his lap. We boys just laughed and Dad was enjoying having his son's laughing at his antics. He started groping her tits, telling the boys what a lovely randi she was and how she liked to chudna (fuck). Mom was horrified by his crude actions, but couldn't get out of his grip. Now his hands were under her kameez (dress), groping her breasts. Mom saw the boys looking on with a mixture of amusement and lust. Eventually she struggled out of his arms and left the room.

The sexual displays did not end there. Dad seemed to enjoy arousing his sons by pulling up mom's kameez to show her breasts or her salwar(dress) to show her legs and behind. He told us openly that "teri ma borth acha lund choosti hain"(your mother sucks cock beautifully) and how she begs him to "josh se meri choot lund maro"(fuck harder with your cock). The subject of course fascinated both brothers.The more dad told us about sex the more eager we were to listen to him. He was proud to show off his sexual mastery of their mother.

Things came to a head one night when Dad, sitting with Anil, asked mom to show her pussy. Mom refused. Dad was not going to be refused anything in front of his sons, so he grabbed her, pulled her over his knees and pulled her salwar down. Mom struggled but dad held both her arms with his, pressing down to keep her bent over his knees.  "Go on beta”(son) he said to me. Mom screamed, "Nahi berta(no son)". I hesitated but Dad urged me on, so with trembling fingers I pulled down my mother's panties to the delight of dad and Anil. Narinder's naked bottom was revealed and despite the fact she kept her legs together, the fleshy lips of her choot (pussy) and her pubic hair were also revealed.

Dad told us "If you want to get a better look you'd better pull the randi's legs apart!". I pulled apart her legs at the knees revealing her gaand (ass) and the wet, fleshy opening of my mother's choot. My lund (cock) was hard. I was enticed by the sight and smell of my mother's choot. "Meh teri kuttey ma ki choot maro ga(I’m going to fuck this bitch’s cunt)". And with that dad pulled mom back to her feet and dragged her next door. Soon we boys heard dad's grunts as he fucked our mom. We listened quietly while masturbating ourselves.

The next morning Narinder prepared Nahsta (breakfast) as usual. She tried to appear to us as though nothing unusual had happened the previous evening. Dad was still asleep. I was curious however and with a grin asked "How's your choot(pussy) today ma ji(mother)?
"Aise nahi kehna beta"(don’t talk like this son), mom replied. Narinder couldn't understand how I could look at her the way I did. She had known with shame and humiliation that Anil and I were no doubt listening and were horny and probably muthi marna (masturbated), while their father fucked her last night.

Now as she cooked she felt both sons watching her. "Momi ji," I continued, "how about showing us your choot again? Anil didn't get a very good look last night." I moved closer and touched her ass. She span around, intending to slap me but I was too quick for her and dodged her blow. "Korti," I said, getting angry. All night I had imagined fucking a woman, a randi woman. I wanted a real randi, not like some of the girls at college I knew who got angry if you tried to even touch their breasts. No, I wanted a randi who didn't mind getting fucked or showing off her choot, a randi like my mother.

I smacked Narinders's face, just like I'd seen my father do - the randi fell backwards away from me. I suddenly realised how small my mother was and how vulnerable she looked. I picked her up and sat her down on the table. Narinder didn't look at me and was crying. I ripped open my mother's kamiz and was rewarded with a view of her heavy, fleshy exposed breasts. This was my first good close up of a pair of breasts and the sight of them made my lund more dada (harder) than ever. Narinder brought up her hands to her breasts to cover herself. I simply pushed her backwards on to the table, sending the breakfast things flying. I told Anil to grab her wrists and hold her tight. Anil complied and clenched his mother's wrists tightly, preventing her from rolling off the table. When I dropped my shorts, my hard lund sprang free, Narinder suddenly realised that I wanted to chodna(fuck). "Rahul", she screamed in alarm, "Berta, nahi!"(son, don’t). Holding her thighs to stop her from moving I put my lund  gently to the opening of her choot then pushed deep within her.

"Nilesh, Nilesh !!" she screamed. I was deaf to her cries, I thrust my lund in and out of my mother's wet choot. The sensations, the feel of my lund slipping in and out, the smell of her choot, the sight of her naked beneath me were overwhelming. Nilesh came stumbling, half asleep, from the next room to see his wife being held down on the table and fucked by his sons. "Kutey ka bacha, ye kya ho raha hain” (son of a bitch, what’s going on here).

Dad felt confused. On the one hand he knew that this was wrong. On the other hand he felt great that his sons, who loved him dearly, were becoming men and they now had something in common: they were all fucking the same woman. "Dehko teri biwi meri rundi ha"(look your wife is my bitch), I said. Dad's lund was already swelling at the sight of his randi wife being laid over the table by his young son and he grabbed Narinder' hair and forced her mouth on to his lund.

After that day there was no going back and from that moment on Narinder submitted to whatever sexual desire the family felt like. We boys felt it was unfair to let mom  sleep with Dad and so we made up the spare room for her, where she could be taken at any time, day or night.