Saw Mom Being Groped in Delhi Metro

This is a memory I have had from quite a while back. I had just got in to my 1st year of college I guess. We were in New Delhi for one of mom's projects and meeting some relatives. On that particular day, we were travelling from "Janak Puri West" in Delhi till "Indraprastha" station on Delhi Metro blue line during peak office hours.

My mom, who had just started as a freelance event organizer, had an event to organize there and had been travelling there for a past 4-5 days. I was free that particular day and she thought she could use the additional help so she asked me to tag along.

The journey in the metro started out kinda fine, but anyone who has travelled the Blue Line in peak morning working hours at that time would know how crowded it gets in a matter of a 3-4 stations. I was minding my own business and dealing with the crowd for the most part, and making sure that I do not trip over or steps on some's foot in all that commotion when I first noticed it.

As the gates had just closed at "Rajouri Garden" station and the huge crowd that got in were trying to squeeze in to any free space available, I noticed my mom leaning on one of the poles she was standing next to, such that her shoulder and the side of her breasts was touching her pole. That's when I noticed a guy had just held on to the pole. What caught my eye was that he had held the pole at the exact spot where my mom's breasts were. Mom shifted a bit at first but then got back to leaning on the pole. I guess there wasn't much room for her too.

Initially, I let it go and thought of it as a mistake in all that commotion. But a couple of station later my gaze went to mom's direction again. This time it was obvious, he was actually moving his fingers - like holding on to the pole, but moving the top two fingers - on mom's breasts. Mom seemed to be looking the other way - oblivious.

I thought to interfere, but not wanting to create a scene, I tried to shift my position, hoping that the movement it creates would cause him to move. But it didn't happen, rather my view got a bit blocked. I resented and thought maybe it was just due to the commotion and would stop.

Another couple of stations go by, I got readjusted by the crowd of on-boarders and de-boarders yet again. My gaze went there again from the corner of my eye and gave me instant goosebumps! My mom had also been readjusted a bit so that she was a bit more turned towards the pole than earlier. This position meant that mom's boobs were a bit more pressed towards the pole, and the change in the angle mean that where his fingers were touching them from the side, now it was a bit from the front. Not fully face to face, but at an angle closer to that. But what really shocked me was that, unlike earlier when his fingers were gently grazing her breasts from the side, now his thumb was blatantly circling her nipple. I could make out because her nipples were that hard! Both of them - even the one he wasn't touching. There's no way mom wasn't aware of his actions!

Mom wasn't looking at him but looking here and there, and seemed a bit flushed. At one point as she was turning her head her gaze met mine but I was quick enough to pretend that I was readjusting myself to let the guy behind me pass. That changed my angle again and I didn't have a view till "Rajendra Nagar" station. I had shifted back to the position I was in before and what I saw was even more of a hair-raiser this time!

His thumb, which seemed to be blatantly circling mom's breasts earlier, now seemed to be somehow holding or maybe lightly pinching her nipple, with his fingers pushing her breasts up from the bottom. Both her nipples were still hard AF. He was looking straight at mom now as she was looking outside on the other side. I don't know what happened then, but I saw mom let out a silent yelp and then in a fraction of a second shut her lips tightly, and turn her head so that she was also looking straight at him. They had an eye contact for about a couple of seconds. He actually maintained eye contact with my mom while doing what he was doing. What mom did next surprised me even more.

She made no attempt whatsoever to stop him or readjust herself or anything of the sort, instead she adjusted her dupatta a bit and then his hand was completely covered under it and were not readily visible. After doing that she went back to looking outside the other side of the train, again without adjusting herself or trying to step back from him at all. The guy had a beaming smile on his face now.

I couldn't make out what he was doing anymore as his hands were covered and I did not want to make it too obvious by looking there directly. But what I did notice now was that mom was looking at him from the corners of her eyes every now and then while he was looking at her more more confidently.

At "Rajiv Chowk" when a major reshuffle in the crowd happened, it was clear that under mom's dupatta, the pretext of holding the pole was almost completely gone and his full hand seemed to be rested on her breasts. I couldn't see clearly due to the dupatta covering everything and me not being able to look there directly, but from certain movements of his hands under the dupatta it was obvious that his whole hand was resting on, if not fully cupping, her breast.

After the reshuffle had finished, mom and him were now standing face to face. Mom not trying to meet his gaze for long but still looking at him from the corner of eye, and him not shying away now at all. His hand still seeming to be resting on and moving on her breast - was he pressing them? The very little distance between them was another barrier to the view, but it was making the movement of the dupatta fabric a tad bit more obvious.

That's when I noticed his other hand. It was down - on her thighs! Tracing her panty-line, apparently, as his fingers moved from back to front and then back again on the side of her thighs - even going a bit inside the slit of her kurti to the front. His finger would take longer as it would enter the slit going to mom's front spend some time there before the finger would start it's journey to her back.

I also noticed mom's hand now! And that literally made me slip up a bit! The shoulder she was using to lean on the pole - that hand was hanging down, and was trapped between the pole and his crotch. His hard-on was pretty obvious. Mom wasn't holding the pole. Her hand was just there - about an inch or so away from his crotch, and it seemed like her index finger was extended as if reaching for something. Could it be? I would never know.

The crowd started thinning rather quickly after Mandi House and soon it was our station to get down on. Mom's hard nipples and blurry mind were still obvious. We took an auto-rickshaw to the venue where mom had to go and it was a quite 5 minutes or so ride. Mom went straight to the loo as we reached the venue. She was still a bit distracted when she got back, but looked much better put together than earlier. The rest of the day was meh, but this particular memory is imprinted in my mind forever.