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Madhav had been away at college for nine months, as it was his final year of engineering education at IIT Delhi. During this time, his mother used to call him almost daily on his Reliance mobile phone. Madhav has become very close to his mother Sarita after the death of his father. Her phone calls were full of love and longing to meet him and glowing expectations about his final results.
Now as he was returning home with good marks and a placement with a leading technology firm in their R&D department, he was eager to meet his dear Amma (mother in his native tongue)
After getting down from his train from Delhi, Madhav took an auto-rickshaw (a small 3 wheel taxi popular in India) and pulled up in front of their independent house in the suburbs of Bangalore.
He got out his luggage and trudged up the gravel laid walk to front door. Looking around the courtyard, he saw that a few weeds had found their way into some of the cracks between the tiles. Strange, he thought because his mother was quite the gardener and usually kept the yard in perfect order. Stopping in front of the door, he set his luggage down and rang the doorbell once, and then again before reaching for the doorknob. Just as his hand touched the doorknob, he felt the door open.
"MADHAV, YOU'RE HOME," Madhav's mother, Sarita cried out as she opened the door.
Stepping forward, she swept him into her arms and hugged him tightly. So tight in fact, he could barely breathe. Hugging her back, he mind saw a man standing in the doorway of the kitchen watching them.
"Oh, Madhu, my son, I'm so glad to see you," she bubbled as she finally released him and stepped back away from him.
Surprised to see his mother’s reaction, he grinned back at her sheepishly, almost at a loss for words.
"I'm glad to see you, too," he finally laughed, pulling her back to him and giving her another hug, "Isn’t that uncle Ramesh”
"Oh, yes," his mother murmured, nervously turning and stepping away from Madhav. “He had a conference today in Bangalore”
"Greetings Ramesh uncle" Madhav wished.
“What are this people doing here?” Madhav thought. This was one family who were never close to them. And there was something about him that Madhav found discomforting. Maybe it was the Ramesh used to look at his mother and they way he tried to get close to them after his fathers death. Ramesh was his father’s younger brother and was a couple of years older than his mother's forty-one years.
It was then that Madhav noticed a distinct chill in the air between his mother and Ramesh. Or maybe he was just imagining it as he was tired from his long drive.
"Come on in, Monu," his mother smiled at him, "your room is ready. I guess you still remember where it is after all this time."
"Yeah, I think I do," he laughed softly, "it hasn't been all that long."
"Here, I'll carry your little bag," she offered, picking up the smaller suitcase.
"Okay," he said, grabbing his other suitcase and starting to follow his mother.
"Well, I'm going to have a drink, while you two are gone, do you want one Madhav" Ramesh asked.
“I don’t drink uncle” he mumbled looking at his mother who was shaking her head. "Don't have too much, Ramesh” his mother said as she started up the stairs ahead of Madhav.
Following his mother up the stairs, Madhav saw Ramesh splash four or five fingers of booze into his glass and quickly toss it down.
"I hope that he doesn't drink too much this evening, he came back from the conference with a bottle" his mother said softly over her shoulder as she stepped up to the door of his room, "I don't like it when he drinks too much."
Madhav didn't comment on her statement as he walked into his room and set his suitcase down.
"Oh, Monu, you don't know how happy I am to see you," she cooed as she gave him another hug, "I could just hug you and hug you and hug you."
"Oh, Amma " Madhav smiled back at her, "Take it easy."
"Oh, Madhu" she told him, "I'm just so happy to see you."
"Well," he yawned, "I am happy to see you, too."
"Oh, Really," she laughed at his yawn, "I can see how excited you are by the way you're yawning."
"I could not sleep well in the train Amma" he said, looking down at his watch.
"Why don't you lay down and take a nap, after you bath," his mother told him, turning back the covers on his bed, "and we can eat around 8 or so. Is that okay?"
"That sounds great," he said, unable to stop yawning.
He took his bath and was drying his hair wearing only a towel on his torso when he saw him mother at the door staring at him. After a few minutes she came in “all fresh Monu, have this lemon juice” she handed him a tall cool glass.
He drank it down and saw his mother looking at him was it imagination that he saw something more than motherly pride in her eyes?
He pulled on a T shirt and short and said “Let me sleep awhile now Amma”. He lied down
Smiling down at him, his mother pulled the covers up under his chin and tucked him in just as she had done when his was just a little k**.
"Welcome back, Madhu," she sighed, as she bent down and gave him a soft kiss on his cheek, "I'm so glad to have you back home."
Madhav watched her as she turned and grudgingly left his room. He had never seen his mother like this. She was looking troubled and was hiding something. Strange, he thought as he felt himself falling to sleep.
Suddenly, he was woken up by a loud noise coming from downstairs. Groggily, he sat up. Rubbing his eyes and trying to determine what it was that had woken him up, he was met with silence. Then as he listened intently, he thought he heard a muffled cry. Waiting and wondering, he faintly heard his mother telling someone to stop. Shaking his head to clear away the cobwebs, he got up and stepped out into the hallway. Padding down to his mother's bedroom, he wondered what was going on. Stopping outside the door, he put his ear to the door and listened again.
"Please, Ramesh, Please don't, get out of my room now" he heard her plaintively beg followed by the muffled sound of another slap.
"Oh, Ramesh, think of Usha, no please, not there, Oh, No" she whimpered loudly as Madhav listened on in shock.
"Shut up or your son will hear you," he heard Ramesh tell her.
Madhav waited for a few more seconds until he heard his mother sob out in pain. Not able to take any more, Madhav pushed the door open and stepped into the room.
Madhav's heart almost stopped. He couldn't breathe. He all but fell as his knees buckled.
Madhav felt like he was going to faint as his vision tunneled down to his mother and Ramesh.
His mother was on her back on her bed, he saree off her body, her blouse torn. Ramesh had pulled her perrycoat up and was trying to force him self on her. He was naked from waist down, with his hardon shaking in the air.
"Oh, shit " He grunted out incredulously as Ramesh glared at him angrily.
It was then that he saw the bruises on his mother's face, and even on her thighs
"MADHAV," his mother wailed as he stood staring at them.
"Your mother wants me Madhav, get out of here, boy," Ramesh growled at him, insolently pushing down his sister-in-law and making her moan out in pain again.
Madhav stood paralyzed for several seconds. "Get away from her," Madhav was finally able to blurt out as he started toward them.
"I told you this is not your business, Madhav," Ramesh commanded him. “She asked for this”
“OH No, No, Madhu I never” Sarita wailed. “Ramesh what are you saying”
"I told you to get away from my mother," Madhav yelled as he reached for Ramesh.
He didn't even see Ramesh's hand as it came arcing around and caught him on the jaw, knocking him backwards.
Shaking his head, trying to clear away the stars that were exploding in his head, Madhav stopped.
"You idiot, your father is no longer there, Sarita wants a man, don’t you understand" Ramesh snarled at him.
Suddenly, Madhav's karate training came back to him. He realized that he had let his anger put him in a compromising position. He had to calm down if he was going to be able to drive Ramesh away.
This time he started back slowly, moving around behind Ramesh who was still on top of his desperate mother who had cried out when she saw her son being hit
Seeing Madhav coming at him again, Ramesh finally lunged back away from Sarita, pulling-up his pyjamas, as he turned to face Madhav.
"Oh, Ramesh please, he is a k**, no no" Sarita groaned as she fell to the bed pulling the bed sheet over her semi-nudity.
Seeing Madhav drop into a karate pose, Ramesh laughed and stepped off the bed. Just as Ramesh stepped toward him, Madhav pivoted and turned on his toes, kicking out one leg as he spun around. He caught Ramesh in the middle of the chest with his foot sending him flailing back across the room.
"Whooooooooofffffffhhhhshhs," Ramesh gasped as he slammed up against the wall and slowly slid down to the floor. "CAANNNNNTTTT BRRTHHHTHH."
Seeing he had knocked the breath out of him, Madhav purposely walked over to where Ramesh sat gasping for air.
Ramesh sat leaning up against the wall, writhing and trying to get his breath. Holding his throat and pointing to his chest as he struggled to breathe, but Madhav just stood there glaring down at him malevolently.
Finally, Madhav saw Ramesh's chest begin to shudder and jerk as his diaphragm began to function again. Madhav could hear him gasping and wheezing asthmatically as he strained to breathe. Smiling maliciously, Madhav took another step and aimed a second kick directly at Ramesh's exposed genitals.
"AWWWWHHHH GAAWWWWDDDD," Ramesh screamed out as Madhav's toes slammed into his balls and cock.
Madhav could only imagine what the pain was like as it spewed up from Ramesh's bruised testicles. Ramesh's face turned green and it looked like he was about to faint.
Madhav feigned like he was going to kick him again and Ramesh grabbed hold of his balls to protect them from another attack. But instead of kicking him, Madhav grabbed a handful of hair and slammed Ramesh's head back against the wall as hard as he could.
"Listen to me, UNCLE" Madhav growled at him, "If you ever touch my mother again, I will kill you. Do you understand that?"
"aaag, yes" Ramesh returned insolently, still not beaten.
"I don't think you believe me," he said, jerking Ramesh's head back and slamming it into the wall again.
And then again. "Madhav," Sarita said from the bed, "don't kill him, Madhu."
"What," Madhav muttered, as the black rage boiling inside his head slowly began to loosen its grip on him.
Looking over at her, he saw that she had crawled under the sheet and lay looking out at them with fear written all over her face.
"Do you understand, you horrible man" Madhav asked Ramesh again flinging his head back against the wall one more time.
"Yes," Ramesh answered, much more contritely this time.
"Now, the first thing you're going to do is to apologize to my mother for hurting her," Madhav told him, pulling his hair roughly.
"I'm sorry," he said almost too softly to hear.
"I can't hear you. Louder."
"I'm sorry,"
"Louder," Madhav shouted.
"I'm Sorry," Ramesh yelled.
"That's more like it," Madhav grinned evilly, slamming Ramesh's head back into the wall one last time for good measure before as he disentangled his fingers from Ramesh's oily hair.
"Now, you're going to leave this house and never come back" Madhav told him walking over and picking up Ramesh's pants and shirt, "Understand?"
"Okay," Ramesh said humbled and beaten. Pain etched on his face, Ramesh somehow got up to his hands and knees and crawled across the room and out into the hallway.
A beaten man, Ramesh shamefully moved down the hallway as Madhav strode into his room. Following Ramesh down the stairs, he waited until he was almost down to the bottom before he gave him a shove that sent him sprawling down the rest of the way.
"There will be autos at the junction take one and go the station or airport wherever” Madhav commanded as his uncle packed hurriedly. “Don't even think about coming this way or I'll kill you. It's that simple. Is that clear?"
"Yes, sure," Ramesh said tiredly, finally able to stand.
He felt little remorse as he watched Ramesh dress and painfully limp across the room and out the front door. Following him over, he watched as Ramesh closed the gate and vanished into the street.
Walking over to the door of his mother's room, he peeked inside.
"Are you okay?" he asked her, seeing that she was still under the covers.
"Is he gone?"
"Yes, and I don't think he'll be back," he said confidently.
"Thank Goodness," she cooed, smiling finally.
"Let me get you some water” he said to her.
"Okay," she smiled again.
Walking to the kitchen he thought back on the sordid event that had just taken place. The picture of his mothers semi-nudity was indelibly etched into his memory banks. It had been horrible. But strangely, now that it was all over, he felt a tingle of perverse excitement and his penis begin to harden. God, I'm not any better than Ramesh was, he thought as his cock continued to swell and grow.
He always knew his mother was a beautiful woman. Tall for an Indian woman at 5 feet 6, with fair smooth skin and a sensous face with lush lips. She was not slim, however the extra weight was nicely distributed giving her a voluptuous look, with wide hips, a sexy behind and a generous bosom.
“Here Amma” he gave the water to his mother and saw her stare at his waist for a split second and her eyes widening as she took the glass,
Looking down at himself, he shamefully saw that his shorts were tented.
"Amma," he murmured sitting down near her. “Are you ok”
"It is ok now dear, he is gone" she said. “He has been behind me for some time now, I did not want to trouble you, else I would have told you earlier.” “Ramesh was beginning to worry me, but I didn't know how to make him to leave."
"Anyway, I thank you for rescuing me," she smiled, leaning forward and giving him a soft kiss on the cheek, "You are my hero"
"I'm just glad I was here to stop it," he blushed again.
"Oh, Monu," she sighed, I'm so glad you're home." She pulled him to her and hugged him. This caused the bed-sheet to fall and her torn blouse clad breasts became visible for a moment
"Just relax," he told her stroking her back from the blouse down to the naked midriff. Suddenly, he felt another ripple of excitement trickle through his penis. Watch yourself, your lecherous pervert, he warned himself.
"I feel bad for upsetting your home coming Madhu, with what Ramesh was saying…. " she complained, "I don’t know what you feel about your old mother now?” …. “I don't see what Ramesh sees in me, I m not young, I am fat and .... so….. Oh Madhu” she sobbed.
"Don't even say that," he blurted out angrily, "I think you are the most beautiful woman in the world, the best mother in the world, you are not old nor are you fat Amma, you look so good you don’t know, you are so good, so so good” he murmured.
"Oh, Madhav, my Darling," she murmured softly, "What in the world would I do without you?"
"Well, I don't plan to let you find out for a while," he smiled back at her happily.
"You are making me feel so good," she smiled down at him "I'd just about forgotten what it felt like to feel happy. But with you around, it comes quite naturally. You make me feel like a real woman again."
"Good," he told her as he delicately caressed her hair. He felt mixed emotions. Love, concern and ….. something more…
But as he tried to sort out what was happening between them, he glance up at his mother's face and saw that his mother was looking down at his groin. Had she noticed the big bulge his cock was making, he wondered, looking down at it.
--- end of part one ---
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