The Untold Story of my Bengali Mom.

Chapter 2)
That day, when we returned to home; mom looked quite fresh. Her face was glowing. Her eyes had an extra spark of love. She took us in with great love and care. Got us our home dress. As we were small kids, we were used to finish our dinner very early. It was almost the time for dinner for Me and didi. Didi is very careless and forgetful minded. So, I avoided telling her what I saw and felt this morning… for some unknown reasons to me, maa was looking surprisingly happy. It was kinda weird. Not because maa is never happy or never gets to be happy. It’s just that whatever the reason for happiness was, it was extra. Maa can’t stop smiling and let us know that she is happy.
 
I was very bad at opening up the shoes’ laces. So I called for maa. Maa came and made me sit on a chair and she herself sat kneel down on the ground and started to open up my shoes. It was kind of tight somewhere and soon Maa also started struggling with it. As she was busy with my shoes, I kept on looking at her. In the due time of opening my shoes, her pallu moved little away from above of her right breast. I was not able to see her face or eyes but loved the way she struggled with my shoes. With great love, My eyes started to roam all over my mumma’s body. After a minute or so, I eyes got stuck on two places. Two red marks on two places of my Maa’s body.
 
One was on little back of her neck and another was on top of upper part of her right breast. As small was my age, I couldn’t make out what those marks were of? (now I know those are called love bites).  I wanted to ask my mom about those marks, but a sudden wave of fear ran across my mind. My heart pounded. I don’t want to make my mumma angry again. I don’t know why but felt like this is a type of question which is not supposed to be asked. So, I kept quite. Thought of let go the question. But, as soon as I was about to take off my eye’s from my mumma… again I noticed something. And it was about something on her chest. I mean at the very starting point of her deep valley between those two awesome breast globes (am sorry, I really admire my mumma’s figure now), there was a mark again!  Really couldn’t make out but it looked like a mark..(love bite mark).  I was hell scared. I thought those to be any disease mark.
 
By now, my mother successfully took off my shoes from both of my legs and taking them in her hand, she stood up adjusting her pallu and said, “ami juto gulo giye rekhe dicchi. Tui haat paa dhuye chole aaye khete.” (I’m going to keep these shoes to their places and by that time, you go ..wash your hand and feet and come down for dinner.”).  Saying this, she turned back to go and lo!! Again a mark! And it was on her upper back (peeth). But yes, this was the mark I could easily guess. It was the type of mark you get when someone pinches you really hard and the place where you were pinched gets red!! And am damn sure that it was a mark because of a pinch.
 
But how? Who did it??
 












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Chapter 3)
Me and Didi are having our dinner quietly. Baba was in his room and Maa in the kitchen. Suddenly there was a knock at the door. Maa went to open it. It was dada. Returned from his usual boring chit chat with his friends, I guess.  As soon as Dada saw maa at the door, he did something to mumma at which she let out a shriek. Not very loud, but a pretty one. She immediately scolded Dada and something in low voice. Dada apologized and went inside. We finished our dinner and went to sleep.
 
At almost mid night I guess, I felt like some shuffling, some light movement on our bed. On our bed, it is always me, didi and Maa who sleep there. Baba loves to read some books after the dinner, therefore he stays in his study room. He also got a bed there, for if he is very tired or something like that…. He loves to doze off on that bed in the study room. And once he dozes off… he dozes off pretty good. Our home is a two storeyed building. Me, didi and Maa sleep on 2nd floor and Dada and Baba sleeps downstairs. Dada does have a habit of smoking and at mid nights he goes to the roof top have puffs. Both Baba and Maa knows this.
As soon as I felt some kind of movement, I lost my sleep and wondered about the reason of this movement of bed sheets and the bed itself. I tried to look at my Didi and found her sleeping peacefully. Then I moved to other side and looked towards my Maa.. And what I saw was the greatest shock+surprise of my life.. A guy was too on the bed..! And to be a little clear here, he was not exactly on the bed… rather he was on top of my Maa..!! His face was buried in the ample cleavage and very light handedly was pressing both of my Maa’s breasts from both the sides. Maa was wearing a light blue colored blouse which kinda looked like made up of a thin material. Well, I guess every Bengali mother/women does wear light clothes at night to have a good sleep. The guy, whoever he was, kept his face buried and moving his face to and fro towards the both the boobs. His face was so much buried in between those twin globes that only his hairs were visible in that dim reddish night bulb.
 
The guy/man was continuously moving his face slowly to both the sides of those breasts (luscious of course) and from underneath the breasts he kept on pumping them upwards. This kinda fight between the breasts, hands and face seemed like very determined to tear off my mumma’s blouse. I looked at Mumma…. Her eyes were closed and was trying her best to keep herself from letting out those strange heavy sounds (now I know those are called erotic moans) which were caused by the molestation of her tender body and breasts by that guy/man. I think he is an expert with his hands and ways of molesting because my mom was tossing around her head and upper part of her body to the maximum area of the bed.
 
After few minutes, the sheet worn by both of them, somehow slipped off their body. Now what I am seeing is really a guy, but don’t know why I was damn sure that it’s not my baba. And another thing what I might have noticed is that Mumma was most possibly saree less. Am not sure, it’s just my feeling. I felt like whoever it was, the guy,  was here to punish my sweet Mumma. I really wanted to jump up and shout and beat the hell out of that guy, but at the same time… I really didn’t want to. I was in a total heck of a situation and was trying my best to understand that what the hell is happening?
 
Suddenly the guy without even lifting his head from between of mumma’s breasts, put both of his hands on the two sides of mumma’s shoulders and with a sudden pull he scooped off the blouse borders resting on mumma’s shoulders. Now mumma’s bare shoulders were in front of us. This happened with such a force and enthusiasm from that guy that am pretty sure that a hook of mumma’s blouse came off.
 
And Lo..!! (what a scene it was… though myself a girl, I too and still relish that scene!!) about 85-90% of mumma’s Bubu (Boobs) came out popping from the blouse cups. And then came my mom’s voice again, “Aeiiiiii…. Ki korcho eta..??! emon koro na…!” (“Aeiiiii….What are you doing..??! Don’t do like this…!”).
 
The guy let out a deep “hmmmm” voice and continued pressing mumma’s   bubu’s (breasts) and licking mumma’s bare shoulders. His face was little bit visible now but I still couldn’t make it out. Also I kept my eyes half closed as I didn’t want to be caught. So this was also the reason that I was not able to see the guy’s face. What I made myself to see somehow was that the guy now was licking all over mumma’s  bubu (breasts) and pressing them hard. And mom was like, “iissssshhh…..aaahhh…. aastey….” (“iissssshhh….aaahhh…. slowly….”).
 
But the guy didn’t pay any heed to mumma’s words or her pain. He kept on licking and pressing and even started kissing. The kind of sound he was making was like that of me licking off the cream from the Oreo biscuits.. And now a little bit munching kind of sounds too.
“mmmmmm…uummmmmm” were the sounds constantly coming from both the guy and mumma. Her about 85% uncovered boobs and thrusting deep valley (cleavage) was making me uncomfortable too. The only thing running in my mind was “chhii… Maa ki korche eta?” (“shoooo…what the heck is mom doing?”)
 
The restless movements of the guy caused my mom to threw back her hands behind her head and in the process I got hit! Mom’s elbow hit me on the forehead and God! It was so painful… I started crying.  Mom woke up hurriedly and told the guy/man, “er legeche.. ekhon jao… aajker moto hoye gelo… ebar pore…taratari jao nahole dekhe nebe…” (“She’s hurt…go now.. it’s enough for today… rest will be later.. Go quickly else she will see you…”) . The guy quickly got up took hold of mumma’s face and turned it towards him and put his lips on mumma’s lips. And few seconds later, he left mumma and without turning back ; went out of the room. And my sweet mumma, my maa got busy with soothing me and making me fall asleep again…
 











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Chapter 4)
We were getting ready for the school. School timing was from 9:00 am to 2:15 pm. And it was 8:15 am already. Didi was already ready and was having her breakfast. It was my turn in the bathroom now. I entered. Mom always helps me with my bath.  Mom also entered behind me in the bathroom. Took off my clothes and started massage my head with the oil. The tap was opened and the water was like gushing out into the bucket with full force making a lot of noise. Suddenly mom stopped oiling me and posed as if she was trying to hear something. She then moved a bit towards the half closed bathroom door and again posed as if trying to listen something. I think she did heard something and therefore, she told me to continue with my bath and then she went out of the bathroom. I, with my small hands, somehow started to take bath.
 
It really took my mom about 10-15 minutes to come back to me. By that time, I had finished my bath and was wiping off with the towel.  She helped me with the towel and then took me to the room for the dress up. As she was buttoning up my shirt, I looked at her face. It was kind of wet. The lips especially. Hairs at the front of head were kind of disheveled. I wanted to think something but was not able to. That’s why I thought better to shrug it off and keep calm and quite.
Mom made me sit on the bed to comb my hair nicely. I love when mumma combs my hair.  While she was combing my messy hairs, I just happened to look at the bare waist and half of midriff-stomach of mom. (Mom had a habit of little bit of low waist saree tugging). What actually amused me was the shimmering of bare waist and stomach.! Her waist was wet as if water has been rubbed on it, her waist was glistening. I kept on looking at her waist trying to figure out what the heck is that shining..?!... this one time mom stopped and looked at me and followed my eyes and looked at her waist. She then smiled and asked, “ki dekhchis?” (“what are you seeing?”).  Even though she asked this smilingly, but it felt as if she was interrogating me. I gulped and nodded my head in a negative response.
 
As I kept looking at mom, this time my eyes got stuck at her blouse. Her blouse kinda looked crumbled and bit wet. Her red color blouse was little bit of wet in the centre and what seemed to me was a wet water hand print on the blouse..! Like someone had put his hand on the centre of mumma’s breast area.  Something inside me felt very bad and I tossed down my head.
 
Combing was done and mom asked me to go to the hall. But I requested mom to take me to her lap and carry me down the hall. Mom didn’t agreed first. “se ki, tui ebar class 1 e uthbi. Boro hocchis. Bachader moto keno korchis?” (“What, you’re about to go in class 1, you’re growing up. Stop behaving like small kid.”).  But I kept on requesting and at last she gave up and complied to my request. As she took me to her lap and moved out of the room, my tender legs and one hand touched my mom’s breast area, and am quite sure till this date that, that day; mom wasn’t wearing her bra. (mom always used to). The blouse really was wet and my hands could literally feel my mom’s skin underneath.!!
 
At the dining table, our breakfast was ready and kept covered. I sat there and started eating. Few seconds passed, my dada  (elder  brother) called my mom from the kitchen. My mom quickly responded to the call and went inside. There were soft murmuring sounds and giggles. I was somewhat attracted to those sounds but considered it’s better to sit there itself and finish the breakfast.
 
After a minute or two, or maybe near to 5 minutes later, she came and gave me milk. I started drinking. While drinking I noticed, that mom was smiling at her own and eyes seemed  like glowing. My eyes travelled down to her waist again found a bit of butter near her navel. I asked her very innocently pointing towards her navel, “Maa, oita ki lege aache?” (“Maa, what’s that sticking there?”) Mom looked at her navel, then looked at me, dropped her eyes down and while arranging my bag, said, “kichu na… tor dada ke butter dicchilam. Pipre lege gechilo. Sorate giye lege geche okhane.” (“Nothing.  I was giving butter to your dada. There were ants. While removing them, it got stuck a little bit there.”)
 
And now when me and my didi were getting into the school van, I saw at the main door, my mom and dada both were standing very closely. (I would like to say “intimately” now/today). They looked normal, but still…………
 
I kinda felt weird but didn’t had much time to think about this and got into the van.
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Chapter 5)
Night time:
Me and Didi were busy finishing homework. Baba (dad) was about to return late. Didi was quiet faster than me in completing the homework. After completing she was in bed to have a ‘good’ good night sleep. I remained alone in that study table in which I was hardly fitting in. Baba did made up a study table for us kids. It wasn’t very high but for me…! …..phewww…..! quiet big. Somehow coping with the height and full determined to finish the homework within time.
Mom was in dada’s room; helping him in finding the mosquito net. Dada sleeps in the downstairs whereas we (me, didi and mom) sleep upstairs. Baba sleeps in his study room itself which too was in downstairs, but far away from Dada’s room. As in night every where everything becomes quiet, therefore the most slightest sound could also be heard. After mom went to help Dada, for quite some time we sisters were hearing the sweet sound of bangles clanking. Not very sure, but I think I heard giggling sounds too. Didi clearly denied hearing of any such sound.
I don’t know when and how come I slept on the study table, resting my head on the table.  All of a sudden, I woke, shaked up; don’t know why? Took some time to gather myself of my whereabouts. I looked up at the wall clock and gosh!! It was 1:15 am!! I nearly slept 4 hours ?!   I looked around closely… Everywhere was dark except our room. Didi was lost her dreamland…peacefully. I looked for mom on the bed. But she was not there !  I called her ‘maa… maa’ several times. But there was no response. I got hell scared and terrified. Don’t know what to do, I felt like crying and yeah… I cried… I started crying. And don’t know why I moved to our room’s door which lead me to the verandah and from there … downstairs.
 
As I climbed down the downstairs, I started hearing the sound of TV. The more I climbed down, the more audible the TV sound became. Although it was damn dark all over the place, I still managed to get myself down the stairs carefully. From a good far distance I was able to figure out that the TV was of course On and a person is sitting in front of it. A situation like this; to a child of my age…. Was hell lot of scary and I did get goosebumps. Darkness all over with the light and sound coming from the television alone and that too with a person sitting in front of it ..was enough to make my crying and sobbing stop. It was like chilled cold feeling.
 
I stayed there for a long time. Sometimes the person sitting in front of tv in the sofa seemed like moving. I gulped and gathering much courage decided to go near the sofa and check out who the hell is he?  I started moving near to the sofa. The more I get near to the sofa, the more clear it became as who it was sitting there? And wow… yes..!! it’s my mother… but wait.. what the heck is this? Is my mother completely out of her mind?? I asked this to myself because of the positions of both the tv and mom. The television was in it’s place as usual but… mom….. actually our television was kept in the west direction facing the east but mom was sitting facing the north direction.!!
And … And God! Is she doing up and down in sitting position? Yeah… she is.. but why..? and what I guess, it’s not just doing up and downs.. it was like she was literally jumping on the sofa in that sitting position. Hairs were of course disheveled and she had kept her backwards ..kind of looking up.. and in soft tones saying, “aaahh…maa….ohhhh… maaaaa…..” (“aaahh…mother…ohhhh… motherrrrr…..”).  Is she in some kind of pain? My soft, innocent, tender heart started praying God to keep mumma safe from any pain. But the thing is, she doesn’t seem to be in pain… then why she seems to be in pain at the same time?
 
I gathered all of my courage and called a little louder, “Maaaaa..”. My mom turned her head here and there to look for me and when she did, she hurriedly got off from the sofa. She hurriedly put something on her shoulders; (which I later came to know, was the pallu) draped it nicely and came near me and asked, “ki holo.. tui ekhono ghumas ni..???” (“what happened… you didn’t sleep till now?”). She asked nicely but with an unyielding voice. As if she wants me to know that it’s not that she’s not happy to see me but rather it’s the place and time where she doesn’t want me to be.  I was quiet shaken up and with a trembling voice I  said, “sorry maa…. Amar hotat ghum bhenge gechilo…. tai…….” (“Sorry mom, I just woke up all of a sudden…. That’s why…….”). I left my sentence incomplete.
 
Hearing this Mom turned around and with a frustrated tone said, “ bolechilam , tv er sound ta khub beshi na barate… ebar nao… chhoto ta jege geche.” (“I told you not to increase the volume of tv too much. See, the little one got up.”). She said this to someone who was on the sofa but I was not able to see him. Probably he was lying on the sofa…. Hmmm… Ok, it’s dad.. I get it. He has the habit of laying down on the sofa. I was about to let go of the thought but then again something struck me… Hey..!! If dad was lying on the sofa, then where was my mom sitting. If someone lies down there, there would be no space of another person to even keep their half of feet. Then…. Mumma…?? How and where was she sitting?
I didn’t get much time to think as my mumma took me with hand and almost dragged me to the bathroom and told me to freshen up. And in the process, I happened to get a look at Baba’s (dad’s) study room. It was dark. Pitch dark. That means my dad isn’t back home till now. Because at night, my dad always kept the room lit. Either switching on the general light or the night bulb. Now, if dad wasn’t in home, then that also means he is not on the sofa. Then who the heck is there , lying in the sofa. Very soon me and mumma were in front of the  bathroom. She asked me to make it quick. I simply agreed and went inside got freshed. When I came out, mom asked me to stand there and she quickly got inside and without closing the door, she started pissing.  And I was bit surprised, not because mom was pissing in front of me; actually the thing  was  mom started pissing directly. Before this, mom did pissed in front of me 2-3 times but every time she pissed, she used to lift her saree and petticoat up , pull the panty down and then did her thing. But here what she did right now is just raised  her saree and petticoat and started pissing. There was no panty!!  She always wear panty and tells us to do the same. What happened today?!
I also thirsty and told mom to take me to the kitchen. She now seemed really annoyed but tried to be calm and took me to the kitchen; gave me water in a small glass and herself started drinking from a bottle. While I was drinking, I gave a quick glance at my mom. Other than her hairs, and saree (which too was quiet a mess); there was something more which didn’t seem right. I stopped drinking and looked at mom carefully. And this time what I noticed was even a bigger surprise for me…. My mom was standing there without her blouse..!!! what the holy shit is this??!! At bathroom, I was not able to see it clearly because mom had herself fully covered from both sides of her shoulders with the saree. And here now, when she lifted her hands up to drink from the bottle, part of her saree came off her right shoulder and this was the moment when I saw my mom without a blouse.. probably the first time… because of the white shiny bulb, (kind of LED), which was emitting bright light, was clearly showing me my mom’s boobs silhouette draped in that saree..! and because my mom had her hand lifted up, her under arms also came into view. Her under arms were almost hairless, with still a tinge of very small, tiny hairs.
 
 
All this happened in a two minutes span. Mom now took me to our bedroom and made me lie down near Didi and said, “suiye thaak, ami ekkhuni aschii..” (“Lie down, am coming.”). Saying this, she hurried back downstairs. I guess, it nearly took her 10-15 minutes or a little longer to come back. I had my eyes closed. She came and before lying down, kissed me on the fore head. After lying she took me near her bosom and hugged me. I also tried to hug her but my hands could only reach upto her waist area. I supposed that it’s enough of tonight but no…. there was one more thing waiting for me to bolt me from the blue. And it was…. Panty!... Yes… mom’s panty…. It was back on her waist!... I was totally dumb founded. From where did the panty came??  I clearly remember it was not there on mom before.
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Chapter 6)
It was Sunday morning. Every Sundays me and Didi wake up late. It was not a habit, rather a duty. As we were just little kids, it was our birth right to choose the time when we want to get up in the morning at Sundays. Usually, in between 9 to 9:30 am was our time to get up. So, we both did the same this Sunday morning too. I got up and went to washbasin. There my and Didi’s toothbrush were kept ready with the paste on it. My mom always does this. It was kinda duty of her.  I took mine and lazily brushing went out in our garden area.
 
There I saw my pretty mom. My sweet mom. She was there washing our clothes and maybe her’s too. Usually she uses the washing machine but on Sundays she washes some of the clothes on her own, with her hands. And today is Sunday and therefore, today’s the day to hand wash the clothes. I looked at her. She is looking so innocent and  pretty. There are drops of water on her forehead and face. Her shoulder area was also shining, either due to water or the sweat formed because of continuous vigorous washing. Her white colored blouse has also become wet and whole of the upper part is sticking to her skin. She has got a lot of clothes today and many of them are already been washed. And with washing every clothes one by one, she is getting wet more and more gradually.
 
Then, suddenly Dada came from nowhere and kissed me on the cheek and said, “Good Morning!!.”  I replied him back and started brushing my teeth. Dada stood there talking with me. And during the talks, he was stealing glances towards my Mom. First, I didn’t get the thing but then something happened, which made me to notice the thing other way round. What happened was, during our chitchats, Dada all of a sudden turned to the direction where mom was sitting and let out a light whistle; gabbling, “wooow”.!
And I guess It was a sight to behold.. (at least for every man and boy).  It was a scene that made me shudder and I was like, yuck…yew…mom… what are you doing?!!.. But after looking at Dada, I had to rethink about my reaction.
 
Mom was almost wet, from her collar bone to the shoulders and from the shoulders to the maximum parts of her succulent breasts. Her white blouse now doesn’t seem like a blouse. It was so amalgamated with her skin that it felt like there is no blouse..! And her fair complexion with pony-tailed hair and little wet-ty face, her gold chain stucked somewhere in between those heaving globes of her chest, sitting on her two feet with her bum just 2-3 inches above the ground, wagging up and down every time she washes or beats the clothes with a washing bat or thrashing them on the ground, saree-petticoat bunched up to the knee; all together are just heating up the whole situation as much as possible. Her hairless arms and clanking of bangles are adding up some extra fire. (Yes, am a girl and am describing my mom in as fine detail as possible, which and what I saw as a kid and now giving words to them as I grew up.)
 
I looked up at Dada. Dada is standing there with his gaping mouth as if he was stoned and the only thing that he could do is just to keep staring at mom. Well, I guessed that Dada hasn’t seen anything like that before, and neither do I. But what amazed me that I didn’t give any such reaction but why is dada doing so? The way he was staring, it was like he’s actually feasting the scene with his eyes. Eyes were like just popping out of the eye sockets and it really made me laugh.  And then again another thing happened.
 
While washing the clothes; my mom had to beat them with a small wooden bat or had to beat them against the cemented ground/floor. And in doing so, she had to put some pressure and by that her boobs gets pressed by her thigh and knee and as a result they (breasts) would almost be like popping out of that wet skimpy blouse and at the same time, they would jiggle vigorously up and down. In that hectic work of washing clothes, mom’s pallu got displaced and had fully uncovered her right breast which could be seen very easily under the wet blouse. Nearly 90% of her breast was totally visible. And also, much of her brown colored areola with the grape shaped nipple was visible…!  The upper two tensed hooks were as if they are to come off from their places any time soon and this scene was just like pouring ghee in the fire.
 
*Ghee---Clarified butter made from the milk of a buffalo or cow, used in South Asian cooking.
 
I was unknowingly shied away by all this. My gullible mind and heart didn’t permit me to do any such thing to change the ongoing scenario. I quickly ran back into the house, stood behind the door and tilting my head a little, looked outside. Dada was still standing like a statue but this time his left hand has moved to his front, below the waist. It was like he was caressing something.  By now, mom also saw Dada looking at her. She once looked at dada and then followed his eyes and looked at her body, especially the upper parts and smiled teasingly with lips moving slightly to the left side and with little bit of ‘O’ shape. Surprisingly, she did nothing to cover her treasures..!  Her eyes were down now, maybe of shyness but kept on looking at Dada in inclined way.
 
I felt too much awkward and ran back to my room to finish my brushing and to have breakfast.
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