Khushi Joins Her Mothers New Life

This story contains themes of incest, manipulation and rough sex. If this is not your cup of tea, be warned, and feel free to move on.

There are some hindi dialogues scattered through the story, which have (mostly) been translated into english as well.

It was a sunny, fine day on the Indian subcontinent, in the bustling city of Thane, India. A blissful Khushi strutted home happily, having finished her university courses early in the day, prepared to enjoy some of her mother's delicious cooking. As usual, her father was away on a business trip, and she wouldn't see him till the next week, and he would probably only stay for a day or two even then. She waved goodbye to her friends after getting down from the bus, and pranced home, looking forward to the food.

Totally unaware of what she would stumble into.

She unlocked the door to their duplex apartment, murmuring a cursory 'Hi, Maa! I'm home,' but curiously, was met with no response.

Instead, she heard faint noises that drifted down from the first floor.

'Mmmmphh! Uhhh,' came the sound of steady, muffled moans.

Shocked that there could be an intruder who held her mother Mahika captive, she quietly tiptoed up the stairs, her heart pounding like a drum in her chest, feeling the tension in the air thicken, her nerves tingling.

On the upper floor now, she made her way to the source of the sounds, her mother's bedroom. The door was very slightly ajar, allowing a peeping tom to gaze through if they wished. And that's what she did.

Her eyes narrowed, adjusting to the decreased light peeking through the crevice.

The vision before her froze her in her place, a collage of depravity she would have never imagined even in her wildest dreams.

'Uhnnn, Haaan Arjuu-!'

There, on her parents bed, was her beautiful, demure mother Mahika, pinned face down in the sheets, her body being savagely pounded by none other than their local laundry boy, Arjun.

Her mother's frantic moans were partly muffled by the thick pillow, Arjun's left hand pressing her cheek deep into its cushiony fabric, her face pointed sideways. Her jiggly ass rippled with each thrust of his, the backshots making a squelching sound so loud Khushi was shocked how she hadn't heard it before. In fact, she realized that squelch could only be possible if her mother was wet too.

This wasn't rape!

The sound of their flesh slapping against each other echoed through the room, a layer of sweat glistening on Mahika's exhausted back, clear evidence that the fucking had been going on for a while.

Khushi's eyes widened as she took in the sight before her through the thin crack. The realization hit her like a ton of bricks. This wasn't an act of violence or a forced entry, and never had she seen her mother in a state of undress to this extent, and certainly not with someone who wasn't her doting, yet absent father, who always admired and provided for them.

Her focus shifted to the man kneeling behind her mother's doggy position, her eyes going wider upon taking in his presence. His lean and toned body, from years of hard work and lugging around heavy loads, glinted in the sparse sunlight as he rammed her with abandon, his left hand brutally pressing Mahika's face down, as his right hand alternated between spanking and entangling themselves within her loose curls.

His fervor was animalistic, Mahika's salwar bunched up around her waist, leaving her reddened breasts and upper torso fully exposed, and her plump stomach and lower body visible to his lustful gaze, as his hips smacked against her mother's in rough motions.

And that wasn't even it.

All this time, her ears hadn't even picked up on the other sounds, her eyes too shocked at the sight to register any sounds they had been making during this time.

Throughout this episode, Arjun, admirably, even during his grunts and thrusts, kept brutally insulting her mother in the crudest of language, degrading both her body, and her status as an upper society wife and mother.

Khushi stood transfixed, unable to tear her eyes and body away from what was going on in front of her. Mahika's head moaned with shame with each

SPANK!

Arjun administered on her ass, her mind a haze of pleasure and humiliation.

'Look at you Mahika

aunty

, what a desperate

chudail(slut)

you've become, eh?,' his gruff voice grunted, laced with mischief, as her mother could only whimper weakly at being called a slut, Khushi realizing she was getting turned on with his language!

He continued his dialogue, never once letting up the intensity of all his actions.

'Ab toh randi ban gayi hai, na, aunty? Dekh ke to nahi lagta ki do betiyon ki maa ho tum. Kitni besharam, randi!' (

Look at the whore you've become, aunty. If anyone sees you right now, can they even say you're a mother of 2? What a shameless slut!

)

Khushi looked back at her mother, whose response again was a pathetic moan and affirmation.

'Mmmphhh, Arjun..aise na kaho, please...,' she protested.

(Don't say that, please..)

He simply smirked, his left hand moving under the side of her breasts to twist her nipples as his response, making her cry out again.

'Sunh, chuut, tumhari betiyan agar dekh bhi le tumhe aise ye position me, kitni sharam eyegi unhe? Par tumko woh ek problem nahi hai na? Tum aur maza lene lagi ho,' he hissed. (

'Listen, whore, if your daughters see you like this, how ashamed they'll be. But you feel no shame, do you? You're enjoying this even more.'

)

He continued as she writhed in despair beneath him, 'Ab chup jao aunty, aur mere liye chupchap chudao.'

('Now shut up aunty, and take my cock without any protests.)

With that, he increased his already blistering pace, now madly pummeling Mahika's ass as she screamed louder, as he fucked her with renewed vigor upon insulting her and degrading her lust.

It was an overwhelming visual for Khushi's stunned, silent frame.

The squelching. Her own mother's deranged moans. Their flesh slapping each other in a frenzy of taboo passion.

'Arrey arju- AHHHH rukh nahiii pleasee!,'(

Oh my god, Arjun, don't stop!)

Mahika finally relented, as she felt her love canal approaching orgasm under his skilled ministrations.

He grinned evilly, almost immediately pulling out with a

PLOP!

sound, as Mahika groaned and writhed in exasperation at being denied her orgasm.

His act enraged her orgasm ridden body. She had submitted to him, let him ride her mercilessly, committed adultery and taboo just a week ago. And she still didn't receive an orgasm?!

Her mother's mind couldn't fathom it, but she was still too proud to beg outright, only moaning at his withdrawal.

That was Khushi's cue. She rapidly, and quietly made her way out the house, running away from it so as to look as if she were walking in only now from university.

Back in the house, Arjun had already dressed himself, not bothering in the least to even help the slut in front of him on the bed recover, as Mahika lay spent on the bed, letting out low, humiliated gasps, even more intense due to his repeated orgasm denial she just went through. Her body was still twitching from his touch and thrusts, but she managed to look up at the clock, and jumped up in shock.

'My God! Khushi will be back home anytime now! Chal, nikal yaha se! Now!,' she exclaimed, quickly getting up, telling Arjun to

leave quickly,

still shamefully naked, her first priority to get him out the house. She ushered him downstairs, but then realized the time. Khushi's bus would be back by now, and she would have been walking to their home.

Desperately, she motioned to Arjun, 'Please, just act as if you came on your cycle to deliver some clothes, and don't let her suspect anything,' she begged, as Arjun saw how scared she was.

He nodded, but he knew something she didn't.

He had spotted Khushi through the small crack in the door, and had actually then only picked up the pace of the fucking and insults, knowing the equally sexy young woman was watching them.

'Chal, kal milenge,'

('Ok then, let's continue tomorrow'),

he grinned at her naked form hiding behind their mahogany door, as she nodded back in a hurry and closed the door on him, hurrying to dress up and remove the traces of their encounter.

Luckily for Mahika, she was just in time, as Arjun turned around and saw Khushi about 300 meters away, walking towards the house slowly.

He closed the distance between them in a matter of seconds, looking at her eyes looking up from her shy walk, as she weakly smiled at him.

'Hi Khushi-ji, sab teek?,' he queried, asking her if

everything was all right

, amused at how shy she was now, the usually feisty girl now seemingly speechless. The age difference was almost 10 years, with Arjun still a youthful 30.

'Ha Arjun bhai, aur tum?', she confirmed, trying to end the conversation as quickly as possible and move on to escape his gaze.

Right at that moment, he played his card.

Slowly, his mouth widened into a devilish grin, saying absolutely nothing, his maniacal expression clearly visible to her, waiting for what her reaction would be.

A look of terror flashed across her face. He knew.

She immediately broke eye contact, and ran into her house, almost sprinting away from him into the place where he had just defiled her mother barely minutes ago.

He let out a contented sigh, and walked away. He would take care of her tonight.

***

As Khushi walked back in, she was equally surprised to see how quickly Mahika had smoothed over the place and her appearance, greeting her with a 'Hi beti, how was your day today?,' with absolutely no trace on her face of the sin she had just committed moments earlier.

The rest of the evening passed in similar fashion, with Mahika playing the role of the ever doting mother, serving her dinner and asking her the usual questions. And, for maybe the first time, Khushi found herself catching fleeting glances of her mother's body, trying to discern if she was really worth it.

Perhaps, grudgingly, the sight in front of her screamed a loud yes.

She watched her mother immerse herself in the motions of setting the dinner table, and couldn't help but feel slightly aroused at the vision.

Mahika's body was a testament to her womanhood, a perfect, heady blend of maturity and allure. She was now draped in a simple cotton saree, and since she had hurriedly taken a shower to dispose of her smell of sex, now lay damp against her lush curves, hugging her hips ever so slightly. The same hips which Arjun's calloused fingers had dug into, repeatedly, as she screamed within an inch of her life, Khushi mused.

Her long, wavy hair, usually tied in a neat bun, now damp from her shower, hung loosely down her back, as Khushi's mind flashed back to how Arjun had entangled his fingers in those very locks, and used them as literal reins to maneuver her spent body as he reamed her.

Her breasts and other parts of her body were now well hidden by the saree, but their full, saggy outline were clearly visible to Khushi, as she remembered how Arjun had mauled the shit out of Mahika's nipples, how he had repeatedly spanked her full, well rounded buttocks, that gave way to her visibly fleshy thighs straining against the fabric, the same ones that Arjun had mounted from behind, trembling with her exertion and the force of his thrusts.

Right before Mahika turned back to her daughter, Khushi snapped back out of her dreamy trance, managing to focus on the food her doting mother put on the plate. If only she knew what Khushi had seen her do barely an hour ago.

As Mahika placed the dish on the table, Khushi caught a glimpse of her flushed cheeks, whether from the heat of the kitchen, or the remnants of her adultery, Khushi didn't know. But the answer was quite obvious when she gave it a second thought.

It all made sense now. Her mother had been acting like this for the past 5 days, and Khushi couldn't put a finger on it. Until now.

She couldn't reconcile how calm her mother was, sitting there setting the plates as if nothing had happened, when just some time ago, she was begging their lowly laundry

wala

to keep plowing her mature pussy.

Surprisingly, all of this both fascinated and repulsed the young, college-going Khushi. She reprimanded herself, shocked again at the emotions she was experiencing. It left her with a sense of unease. Was it jealousy? Betrayal? Repulsion? Probably all of them, she thought, lost in her own world.

Mahika noticed her daughter's blank expression, thinking it was probably just university related stress, not thinking much of it.

'Beti, all good? I hope college is not too bad, na?', she asked, temporarily rousing Khushi out of her dreamy state, as she pulled her back to reality.

'Yes ma, just have a lot of deadlines, all good, don't worry,' she managed to smile encouragingly, allaying Mahika's concern, as a smile appeared on both their faces.

They continued dinner like that, with Mahika none the wiser, as she got up to put away the plates.

***

Khushi, in the meantime, managed to quickly excuse herself after dinner, scurrying back to her room under the pretense of homework, and locked the door, flailing herself on the bed.

She finally let out a long, drawn out sigh, laying on her back on the soft bed sheets, her mind automatically drifting to what she had just witnessed in the afternoon.

Was his cock really that big? Did it really feel that good? How the hell had he pulled this off?

As she was stuck in the middle of her thoughts, her phone suddenly buzzed with a text notification. Wondering who it was, she quickly opened it.

'Hi Khushi-ji, this is Arjun bhai here, got your number from your mother a while ago.'

Her face completely drained, devoid of color. Did he know? Why would he text her? What was happening? He must know she caught them. His stare earlier that day was a clear sign.

She found out with the next text.

'I know you saw us. I saw you through the crack of the door, you

randi

. You're just like your mummy-ji, hai na?' (

Aren't you?)

She gasped with shock. She was right. He knew.

Not waiting for a response, he continued, 'But I like that you caught us during our session. I bet you want to know how this happened, don't you?,' he texted, the series of texts making her immobile.

Before she could think of a response, her phone buzzed yet again.

Swoosh. A picture.

She trembled, her hands moving of their own volition to open the media attachment.

And there it was. Mahika, her gorgeous mother, on her knees, her hands bound behind her back with her very visibly long, blue dupatta. Arjun's thick, white ropes of cum coated the cleavage of her very clearly tattered bra, as she was in the throes of her spasms, her mouth open in a silent scream of lust, and more jarringly, despair.

A text immediately followed the stunning picture.

'This was after the first time I made your mummy-ji my personal cum dump, Khushi. You can see how much she loved it.'

Not waiting for her response, she saw another pop-up

Buzz. The next picture.

Her beautiful mother lay on her back on their expensive kitchen countertop. Her blouse was torn open, her breasts spilling out their confines as her face showed her struggle against a clearly approaching orgasm. But then, Khushi's eyes traveled downward, to the interesting part. It was Arjun's huge cock, pistoned inside Mahika's tight love canal, an extraordinary amount of his cum and her juices slobbered over the upper half of his cock, which was resting outside her pussy folds. No wonder her expression was like that, Khushi thought.

'This is what happens when rich bitches like you and your mummy have no one to look after them. They spread their legs even for their lowly laundry

walas,

like she's doing right now, Khushi. Doesn't she look fantastic?', he texted.

Involuntarily, a soft moan escaped Khushi's lips, her left hand, slowly, unknown to her mental state, actually inching down her belly!

'I know you're the same Khushi. Sweet and innocent Khushi. Trust me, you have never experienced pleasure. And neither did your mother, until she met me. Your father has no idea how to satisfy his woman, the man is always on a business trip, and I decided to step up for your mother's sake. And don't worry, you and your sister will soon join you. Your transformation begins tomorrow.'

'Please, why are you doing this?' Khushi begged, unable to handle the influx of stimulations the pictures had just stirred within her being.

His response came back just as quick. 'I could ask you the same question, Khushi. Your mother wanted this, and in time, so will you. I will take you on the same journey I took your mother on, starting tomorrow. Be at MJ Tailor's in the haveli at 6PM sharp. I don't care what you tell your mother, that

randi

has more than enough on her mind, I'm sure. And by that, of course, I mean my cock, Khushi.'

She should have been disgusted, outraged even, at his lewd words, how he described Mahika in such detail to her own daughter. Yet, she felt only one thing.

Her left hand.

Of its own accord, parting the cotton fabric of her panties to the side and stroking her pussy lips. Her fat, innocent, puffy pussy lips.

She gasped as her fingers found out how moist her inner being was, as her body responded to the taboo images right in front of her on her phone, Arjun's gruff voice earlier in the day, her breaths coming in short pants.

On the other line, Arjun had noticed the delay in her response.

Her phone buzzed. Another text. 'I know you're fingering yourself right now, Khushi, wishing I was right there with you, wishing it was my fingers, the same ones that defiled

mummy-ji

just hours ago.

Chal,

let it go. Let yourself go, my dear.'

And with that, her resistance snapped, her fingers flooded with the warmth of her wet juices inside her walls as a huge orgasm erupted from deep within, as she shamefully orgasmed to pictures of her mother. She desperately tried to bite down on her lip, stifling her screams, leaving her gasping for air.

Yes, she had just masturbated to her mother's infidelity. And instead, she felt herself wishing she was in those very pictures she wanked off to.

She looked back at her phone, the last message from Arjun displayed on the screen. 'Remember, tomorrow. I look forward to seeing you there.'

And her eyes closed, drifting off into her thoughts for the night, her phone slowly falling out of her hand onto the bed.

To be continued...