Birthday Gift 8211 To Her Or To Me 8211 Part 2
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Hello, My Dear Readers. Thank you for the positive feedback to the series.
As promised in the previous part, the following is a tail-end by all means. But still a detailed, and also insensitive, look into the mother’s past.
Those of you who have been happy and satisfied with the ending of the main story may find this version a little too loud. But, I am sure this special episode will help the readers look at the story from a completely different perspective.
As it is a continuation of the events in the first three parts, reading them may make this more enjoyable.
The episode can also be read, keeping in mind the fact that the scenario is now in a position where Kartik has impregnated his mature mother, Kavita, as a birthday gift.
Happy Reading!
“What are you thinking, Mom?” I asked my mother, five days later, seeing her lost in deep thoughts.
“It’s nothing,” she replied with a sly sheepish smile.
Kartik: Tell me, Mom.
Kavita: I was just thinking about my birthday before the year you were born.
Kartik: What about it, Mom?
Kavita: Nothing. Hehehe
Kartik: Tell me, Mom. Please!
Kavita: I was thinking about the gift I received that day.
Kartik: What gift?
Kavita: A gift similar to what my son gave me this year.
Kartik: Excuse me?
Kavita: Hahaha.
Kartik: What was the gift, Mom?
Kavita: You.
Kartik: What?!
Kavita: You! You were gifted to me!
Kartik: Oh. Yeah? So, I was a special offering from Dad on your birthday.
“Hahaha. Well, yes. And, I was thinking about how I got you,” my mom stopped abruptly, kissing me on my lips, rubbing her hand just over my crotch. She showed me an old photo on Facebook.
However inappropriate it was, my mom showering physical and sensual love on me had become a very common deed over the last few days, even as I did my best to keep myself out of it.
“You are the father to my child!” was what she gleefully said, when I questioned her actions and tried to stop her. I could not accept she said that to me. I still was convinced I had made a sacrifice by being on the bed with my mother.
And to avoid having the uneasy burden of more such an explicit set of words, I decided to just let her have her way with me, with things reaching a point where she once slid her hands inside my trousers.
It wasn’t going to make a difference anyway. I had already committed a sin that would forever remain.
“Who is this, Mom?!” I asked her, surprised that the young man, in the photo, resembled me.
“He is your father!” my mom replied, taking a deep breath.
Kartik: But, Mom. I have seen Dad’s old pictures. He had very long hair, back then, and looked nothing like this.
Kavita: Kartik. I am sorry. But, the person who you call Dad is not your real father.
Kartik: What? Mom?
Kavita: It was not Kaushik who impregnated me. But, my ex-boyfriend, from college!
Kartik: Mom. What the hell?! Just stop it. What are you even saying, Mom? I know you are lying to me. This is one of your tricks!
Kavita: Tricks?! What tricks? I am telling you the truth, Kartik. My first birthday, after getting married to Kaushik, was celebrated on my former lover’s bed. On the top tier of a stinking bunk, inside his shared room, in a filthy old lodge, located in the British Bus Stand, behind the Railway Station.
“Mom. Please! Stop!” I said, listening to her narrating the deceitful story of how I was born 19 years ago. I just could not take it. It sounded too rude, and she detailing was simply too lewd.
But, she was serious. 19 years later, she was telling me the actuality! The hard truth that I, in reality, was an illicit child, from her sensual encounter with her old flame, after her marriage, sent shivers down my spine.
“I wanted a child. That was the only reason I agreed to get married when my parents starting forcing me for the alliance with your Dad,” my mother began explaining her past.
“Your real father and I always talked about family and kids when we were dating. We planned to have a lot of children. But, he was years away from settling down. And I wanted to be a mother as early as possible. I could not wait so long for my true love.”
“However, after my marriage with Kaushik, he too said it was too early for a child. Just like how he told it is too late, today morning, despite me begging him. It was very rightfully only a few days after our wedding, but I wanted to be pregnant.”
“I was dejected, with my life, and wanted a break. I was going to be with my parents in the coming weekend.”
“Maybe it was a coincidence. But, when Kaushik dropped me in front of the station, that eventful Friday, to catch a train that would take me home, I was greeted by the familiar face of my ex-boyfriend.”
“It was my birthday. Kaushik was upset he could not bring a smile on my face on my special day. He was also unhappy about how things were between us. But thought a couple of days away from each other will make things better.”
“And, when I saw the man I always turned wet for, I knew just what had to be done. I did not board the train, but instead just followed him blindly, as my once darling lover grabbed my hand and pulled me towards his room.”
“He shared the tiny space with 6 other men, from his workplace. But I still stayed there for three full nights, very much aware of the possibility of being taken by each of his older colleagues.”
“They were all kind enough to not touch me but had all humbled with just their looks. And, to be very honest, had any of them approached me, I would have succumbed to their lust, putting an even daunting question mark over the identity of your biological father.”
By the time my mom concluded briefing me about her scandalous demeaning escapade, I was on the verge of breaking down. But, she wasn’t done opening up, just yet. She was just taking a break to get herself a glass of water. She had more details to add.
“When I got back home, the Monday that followed, Kaushik hugged me tightly, kissing me. I felt shameful, for cheating on him, but was also certain this was my best chance to hide the otherwise obvious.”
“I got him on the bed, straightway, and made him enter me. He had pulled out well before he even neared an orgasm, but the mere seconds inside me were enough to convince him of your origin!”
My mother finally finished telling me how she tricked Dad into trusting her loyalty, with a deep sigh. It was a revelation, I deserved to know. But, I felt completely let down.
My whole life seemed a big lie. And, I also felt sorry for my mother’s husband – the man I considered my father all this time.
While it was her son from her ex-boyfriend that received her husband’s love and care. All these years, this time, it was going to be the corrupted child from the very above mentioned evil offspring, who was going to call her man Dad.
My mom had done this before, with relative ease. That is why she was so chilled with Dad, even as I was tempted to keep a low profile. My mom had got my false Dad to believe it was his seed that she had inside her.
She did that when she had me. She knew she could do the same to him one more time. She knew Dad would accept her.
“Just promise me you won’t force him to be on the bed with you!” I almost demanded, pointing my finger on my mom’s stomach, in a tone that had shock and shame mixed.
I knew I was stretching too far. I did not even know if it was a boy. I was just too stressed and broken.
But, slowly, I realized I was also very amused at the developments. This was so damn twisted, it actually had started to feel like a very pleasing kinky scenario. I did sense my cock harden, but my craving mother had noticed it a lot earlier.
“Hahahaha. Let us see. I cannot guarantee anything.” my mom smirked, getting down on her knees, straightaway.
“Never wear your bottoms at home!” she firmly ordered as she pushed my boxers down, pulled my excited cock out. She started blowing me like a pro, letting me know how slutty a woman she had been her whole life.
“And, also, Kartik. I know it is not right to always trouble you for my needs! So, is there someone you know who wants to do it with me? Hahaha!” my mom repeated the question that started everything, before rushing back to licking my thick shaft, as I softly moaned.
“What is the name of my real father?” I asked my mom, as I continued to be sexually stimulated, not worried anymore about my manhood being used by my mother, even after being filled with a considerable amount of guilt.
I had cum in under a minute, this time, and my mother had all my juices in her mouth. She was pleased, and she knew she had won me.
“Kartik!” my mom said, almost laughing as she swallowed my load, feeling extremely gratified, watching me groan.
“Yes. Tell me his name,” I repeated.
“Hahaha! Kartik!” my mom said again.
“Yes, Tell me his…” I started the sentence. I shockingly realized that my mom was trying to say I shared the same name with her ex-boyfriend, who was also my true male parent!
It was a very precious input. But the piece of information only shed more light on the horrifying fact that my mother was making a cuck out of her husband, for the last 20 years.
She had named me after her former lover, as an ode to his special birthday gift. It was her revenge on her husband for saying no to her dear dream of being a loving mom.
And with me getting her pregnant, I had only helped her continue the cycle of shaming the man I still called Dad!
The End.
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