The Dark Corner – The Story Retold – Part II

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This is the story which I wrote long back under the name of chandu4mom and published here in this site with title of THE DARK CORNER AN UNTOLD STORY in four parts. But I am rewriting the same story with much sensuality and extending the parts. Read and enjoy the second part of the saga. Kistappa made frequent visits but before ending his part in my and mom’s life let me share one of his visits that lasted in my memories all my life.

It was my parents wedding anniversary on that day. I came to know about it when Kistappa visited us in the morning while we were taking breakfast. As he entered the house, he wished my mom and dad and gave the sweets. While we were getting ready, he was talking to dad and told him that there was some problem at our fields and he need to go immediately. As my dad was looking at him, mom came with a coffee and taking his coffee smiling at her he said

‘Don’t worry Murali, I will take her to the temple today and pray to the god for a happy marriage and blissful life.’

While he was saying this my mom left them. Dad sat there taking the coffee and after a moment while we are leaving, dad said okay.

We left to school and when we returned home in the evening, the door was locked. After an half an hour mom returned from outside along with Kistappa. Mom was wearing a new nylon sari. I can guess that Kistappa bought it as it was new and I never saw it in mom’s wardrobe. Mom was happy and smiling at us –

‘When did you come? I went out to the temple. I thought of taking you with us. Any how come lets go inside and I will give you guys some sweets’

My brother and sister were happy with the name of sweets as they were too small to understand relation between man and woman. That evening I was sitting along with my brother and sister studying. Then Kistappa came and went inside. When he went inside the kitchen, I followed him without his knowledge as my brother and sister were busy with their home work. I slowly peeped inside the kitchen and saw that Kistappa was arranging flowers in my mom’s hair. Then he gave her chicken and asked to cook some chicken especially to which she laughed and said okay.

That night my mom served us dinner. Kistappa has gone out. While eating I enquired mom about dad to which she responded that he will come by evening next day. After dinner, she hurried us to sleep and I was the only person to know the reason. Even she also slept with us.

There was no sign of sleep on my eyes and I was quite aware that something will happen after midnight. But my waiting came to an end even before midnight. After two hours I could hear the door in the other room open and close. We have two doors to the house; one from the kitchen and one from the front room. I know Kistappa came inside from the front room. My mom seems to be awake because when she listened to the sound of the door she walked out of the room to their fucking room.

I could hear their low voices indistinctly –

‘Did …..go……sleep?’

‘Take this, go and wear your wedding…sari&…..did you check the blouse which I altered with the tailor in the afternoon…..?’

‘No?

‘What?….. why?…’

‘I don’t want to know what you will do? Wear it even if it is tight or whatever the problem. I want to fuck you in your marriage silk sari ….. Okay’

‘Take….flowers…….go&…..I will prepare here…’

After a minute mom came inside and closed the door. She walked near the metal wardrobe and looked at us for a moment before opening the door of it. She silently and slowly opened the door making as little sound as possible. Even in the darkness she never had to grope for what she was looking. She pulled out a sari and threw it on the bed where she was sleeping before. Then she slowly opened the cover without making noise and took something throwing it on the bed along with the sari.

Then she went out with a towel and I could hear the splashing sound of water for an half an hour. Then she came to the room and in the darkness she tied the sari. I could not see it as she wore it in the kitchen. After five minutes, she switched on the small light in the kitchen and took mirror, powder and a cover. Now I could see her yellow colored silk sari. She was moving cautiously to avoid the sound made by her sari. After 15 minutes in kitchen, she switched off the light and went out of the room. But before moving out she took some vessels into the other room.

When the door was locked, I didn’t waste a second. I got up and reached the door and was looking through the slits. Kitappa was sitting on the floor and mom sat beside him. She was serving him food. The bed behind him was decorated with flowers. While eating, he gave her a few bites of food with his hand and she ate it happily. When he finished the dinner, she gave him milk which he drank with two tablets. Then she came and stood along the bed decorated with flowers.

Kistappa got up and went to the other end of the room and came with a suitcase. He opened it and taking out some 500 rupee bundles.

‘Here is the money, your husband asked me in the morning.’

‘Thanks’

‘No, you have sacrificed your marriage anniversary for me and agreed to fulfill my fantasy of fucking you on your marriage day instead of your husband.’

She kept quiet and then he said – ‘Ready?’

He held her by her waist and pulled closer to him. My mom put her two hands around his neck and they started kissing as her fingers moved slowly in his white hair. He made his grip tighter around her and her big boobs crushed on his chest. He then caressed her back for sometime while kissing. After kissing for sometime standing still at the bed they started to move slowly. His hands moved from her back to her ass. He started caressing her ass with both his hands as her hands went to his back and caress his back with her hands. They were kissing deeply. His hands now started squeezing the ass mounds while rubbing them. Her ass moved in compliance with his hands.

Slowly one of his fingers groped for the ass slit and started to push it into the slit from over the sari. Mom slowly moving her hands on his back came down his spine and after a moment of hesitation moved her hands onto his ass. After kissing for some time he fell on the bed along with her. He removed the sari from her boobs and started kissing and mauling them. He caressed them, kissed them, mauled them, pressed them, and buried his face in her boobs. He roamed his hands all over her body and mom was shamelessly co-operating him. They rolled on bed getting on top of each other for some time. I was surprised this time mom was not bothering about the light. Sometimes mom got on top him and kissed him.

She removed his shirt and moved her hands on his chest of white hair pulling them with her fingers. When she does this he held her waist and kissed her. Then he got on top of her and pulled her blouse leaving her in bra. Then he removed the silk sari and pulled down thrown her legs while he enjoyed her body. They alternated this way. I was surprised to see that she made him naked. They rolled on the bed filled with flowers for sometime alternating on each other. Then he suddenly stopped and made her lay on her fours like a dog quickly. At that time I didn’t know that it was doggy style. Then he pushed her petticoat up and positioned himself. I could see his bare ass but I cannot see mom’s ass. He moved his ass once and twice to and fro. Then he waited for a moment and resumed his to and fro motion. He did it slowly at first but took pace. He fucked her in that way for 20 minutes. I could hear them panting heavily. He continued it for a few minutes and he started thrusting his dick into her pussy strongly and I could hear low moans of mom.

‘Slowly’ she said gasping in a low voice.

He dint listen to it and continued thrusting his dick for a few time before both of them collapsed with mom below him and his dick in her pussy from behind making a loud grunt. The grunt was loud enough to hear. Then suddenly they stopped.

After a moment he rolled from over and she immediately moved and set her petticoat. He was lying next to her and looking at her –

‘I think we should have done it in the village in your house or gone to my house in the city Shobha. We can’t even moan and grunt loudly in this house. It is difficult for me to enjoy sex.’

She looked at him but kept quiet as her boobs moved up and down with her deep breathes. The scene looked sexy with my young mom in bra sleeping next to an old man almost double her age.

‘What do say Shobha?’

‘Yes’

‘I think I should ask Murali to get you to village for some time.’

‘I don’t think so he will agree to it. He is too scared to do it in the village.’

‘If he doesn’t agree I will ask him to get you to the city for some time.’

They were silent for another few minutes before he spoke again.

‘But how will you manage your children?’

Mom gave a thought for a second and said –

‘May I should say that I am going to my parents house. I should do it on week days when they were out.’

‘Nice idea.’

He laughed and got on top of her then he pulled the blanket over her and after minute he threw the bra and petticoat out. Then he got as the blanket rose with him and I could see my mom’s legs go wide and he went back down adjusting himself i.e. he entered her sweet cunt again and started to move slowly. As he pushed his dick in and out, she kissed him and roamed her hands on his back inside the blanket. I know it from the moment of her hands. He went on for another 30 minutes and soon started giving rough and hard strokes. She doesn’t want to grunt or gasp or moan but she was doing them and soon he also joined her. They were considerably audible. But fortunately, both my sister and brother were in deep sleep. After a moment he slowed it and stopped as she held him tightly and wrapped her legs around his ass. I could see her thigh as the blanket moved away with her wrapping her legs around him. They stayed in that position for some time and he slowly got down from her top and rolled out of the blanket slowly and nakedly. His dick is half limp and wet. Then he switched off the light.

After that I masturbated by rubbing my cock to the wall. Then I waited patiently for another 15 minutes after masturbating. I was losing patience and I was drained of a wonderful masturbation after watching the fucking session of my mom with Kistappa on her marriage anniversary. But when I was about to leave to sleep, I could listen to the small gasp and low voices which are audible only if listened keenly. I could not see anything. I was tired too, so I went to sleep. When I got up it was still dark but I could listen to the birds chirping. I can guess that it must be around 4 in the morning. There was no light and when I went and listened keenly, I could listen to the gasps and grunts.

I wondered whether they were at it all night. Even those low moans, gasps and grunts aroused me and I was masturbating when suddenly they stopped and the light was on. I saw mom on the bed. Her hair was completely messed and her red colored vermillion on the forehead has already disappeared smearing and making a red colored tinge on her face. All the flowers were gone. The flowers on the bed were black and lost their life and dead. She slowly got up holding the blanket to her bare boobs. But Kistappa got onto the bed and said –

‘Where are you going? Let’s do it once more.’

‘No, please it’s already morning and the children may wake up any time. Also I am too tired and feeling sleepy. Let me sleep for an hour or two before dawn. I also need to clean this mess before they got up.’

‘Oh! Don’t worry Shobha. Its only 4 and we will do it only one more time. It will only take 30 minutes. Don’t worry I will take care of the mess. Give the time to me.’

‘Please, I am tired. You did it all night for 5 times. Are you not tired?’

‘No, I am never tired of fucking you. If you were my wife I would have fucked all day and night. I will show you how I will fuck you when you come to city. Anyhow today is special day – Your marriage anniversary. Would you have left your husband like this? What he will say if I leave his wife dissatisfied after taking his position?’

‘Yes, and he never fucked me this many times in one night even if it was our marriage anniversary. So don’t worry about it.’

‘Shut up and come on Shobbha. I want to do it one more time.’

Saying this he pushed her onto the bed and started his fucking. She also co-operated with him. Again he fucked her for another 40 minutes and then load her cunt for last time with his cum. Then after 5 minutes he quickly got up and taking her silk sari cleaned his half limp wet dick. After cleaning his wet, half limp dick he threw the sari at her. She also got up and that was the first time I saw her completely naked. She came out of bed sheet and walked on the floor. I was stunned by her figure. Here I got a chance to study the geography of her body. What a perfect shape? Her naked boobs were stiff round and stand straight in the air.

The golden marriage necklace was hanging from above her boobs. Her stomach was almost flat and below her boobs with a small fat spread uniquely on her stomach. I could see a small crest which started on her waist and come onto her stomach. This crest made a fold on her waist. Her ass cheeks were round and perfect. The ass crack was just like a line which was like the line of quarter moon. I could see her pussy mound clean and shaved. Her thighs were fleshy and large. Her calves were fleshy and her legs were neither so stout nor thin. Her foot was slender and long with long fingers. Her middle finger has rings suggesting that she s married.

Her body was slender and her skin tone was smooth and silky. She was like a marble statue. In all she is a perfect epitome of heaven. It was hard for me to resist from going to her by breaking the door and fuck her there on that bed before she could wear the sari. But she took the blouse and looked at it and the petticoat. But instead she took the sari wrapped it around her body completely till all her beautiful body is hid behind it. Then she walked towards the door to come in while Kistappa started cleaning the mess. I hurried to my place and acted as sleeping. She came inside and went into the kitchen. After a few minutes she opened the metal wardrobe silently and placed the sari inside and came to sleep. I don’t know when I fell asleep. When I woke up it was 8 in the morning. And my mom was still sleeping along with me while my brother and sister got ready. By the time I got ready, Kistappa woke up and mom was also woke up. Her hair was messed even she tied tightly. Only a grown up man can tell what she must have done.

‘Your mother must have tired of yesterday’s work. I will get you some breakfast and you go to school & College’

Then he went away. My mom has gone to washroom to fresh up herself. While my brother and sister sat in the front room I opened the metal wardrobe and saw the messed, crumpled sari beneath the clothes hidden. I saw the cream colored blouse with one hook missing. I could smell the sex from the sari. I closed the wardrobe and went to the next room but there was no sign of anything that happened last night. Both of them managed very well. When Kistappa got back, we had breakfast and left to school. In the evening by the time we came back Kistappa and dad was sitting in the front room and talking as friendly as ever. Mom got the tea and as they talked we were back to do our home work there. Then after 15 minutes, Kistappa started to leave and after going out, while leaving he turned towards my dad and said –

‘Murali, it seems your wife want to see her parents house for week or two. So why don’t you send.’

My dad didn’t say anything and again Kistappa said – ‘don’t worry I will take care of that money. You never have to bother about money again.’

‘Okay, sure’ dad said.

‘When will you send her to her parent’s home?’ he asked again.

‘Just you are leaving today. You were busy till evening. Let’s see.’

‘See Murali, next week is my birth day on Monday. Why don’t you send her with me? I will take her and leave her at her parent’s home if you are busy. I will get her back soon. Don’t worry; she will never get a chance to visit her parents if your children grow up. Think about it. It will be best if you send her next week. Otherwise I don’t know when she will get a chance. Give a deep thought to it.’

He said and moved away. My siblings were busy with their home work. I was also busy with my home work but listened to all of their conversation. I was the only person to know the meaning of the conversation. My dad and mom walked into the house.

As promised Kistappa came on the Monday morning and I know why he came? Mom didn’t say good bye to us. I thought they cancelled the program. But in the evening when we returned from the school, mom was not there at home. Dad told us that our grandfather came and took her to their home. He said as we have school, she had to leave alone and she will be back soon. I know what has gone through. Mom left with Kistappa. Dad took care of us while she is away.

And she came back after a month. That day by the time we came back from school mom was at home. There was no sign of dad or Kistappa. Mom was looking more beautiful. She had changed a lot both in her body shape and her dressing style. She has undergone a makeover. But her body was stiff as ever except I felt like changed because of makeover. She was wearing low cut blouse and a nylon sari. She had flowers in her hair. She would have made a perfect bitch. We were happy. While my brother and sister were happy to see her, my pant was bulged looking her sexy makeover body. She had brought lots of gifts and there were several bags in the room. When I asked about them she told that her parents have gifted them. She gave some games and sweets. Then that evening I saw mom arranging several saris in the wardrobe which were much sexier.

I enjoyed the feeling that my mom is getting screwed by some old man. But at times I feel very angry as any son would have felt. But within no days I began to question myself what made my mom enjoy sex with him rather than my father. Although he has a great physique and very great shaft, I didn’t feel that is the sole reason for her to surrender because my dad who is younger than him could have done her very well. I never understood the reason why she enjoyed sex with him rather than with my father. I can say this because, she most of the times resist him before allowing my dad to fuck her but when it come to Kistappa, she never resisted but she co-operated him. If money was the only reason for her to agree to sleep with him, she would never have enjoyed it. One thing I know for surely that she enjoyed fucking him rather than my dad. Still I envy him because he got a chance which I longed for all the time. Sometimes I hate him because of what he did to my mom.

The days are moving fast. I behaved as of ignorant of their escapades. Once in a month or twice a month I will get a chance to see my mom and kistappa got involved. Another year passed away. It was moth of April. I was playing chess at the door with my brother. My dad came home suddenly as he was not expected at that time. He was silent and went to the bathroom. He refreshed himself and came and sat there. My mom gave him the coffee. He took it and after drinking it sat there silently for a few moments. Then silently told what happened. Everyone was shocked, most importantly myself. Kistappa was no more. We went to the funeral of the kistappa. After completing the cremation we returned back. And all this time my mom was silent. She didn’t speak anything nor did she cry. At that time I didn’t understood it. Later I realized that there is a kind of emptiness in her eyes. I understood that that their relation is not only physical but also emotional.

Days have passed she came to the normal. But whenever she hears his name a kind emptiness shadows her. Years later still whenever she hears his name that emptiness is still there. I could not understand still what that is. Is that love? If it is love then what is love between an old 56 year old man and a 36 year old woman called and understood. What is the kind of love between an old who has the age of her father and a woman rather than between a husband and wife. Is it dependency? Whatever it may be, no science, no psychology has the answer. Only they know what they are. But it took me a very few weeks to forget everything. But for one thing for which I felt sorry for kistappa is that from now onwards I am not going to have any feast.

From then I am back on my quest again. Read it in the next part.

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