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Let's talk about the time I found two sex tapes in my house, more specifically from my baba's study room. Hi, my name is Mita Chattopadhyay, I'm twenty-two years old, and today I will talk about the time I discovered something very dirty.
It all happened two years ago when we were moving to our new house. We all were cleaning and checking stuff in our old house when surprisingly I found, inside my dad's old trunk, a box that contained two old-school VHS tapes in it. Both of them had been neatly packaged in bubble wrap and then sealed in a small plastic bag.
As I opened the bag to see the first video cassette, I saw a small piece of paper stuck to the back of the tape. On it, my baba's name was written in bold capital letters. I opened the second tape, and surprisingly, this time, it was my maa's name, written in bold capital letters. I was confused and wondered what could be in this tape.
I did some more digging in the trunk; after removing two old blankets, I found another box. This time, I found an old video cassette recorder, which looked clean and well maintained. To be honest, I felt super excited; I started wondering if I had found some old memories of my parents. I was about to call my maa to show her my findings, but then something very insignificant stopped me.
An envelope, again, was stuck to the back of the VHS; I opened it and found a letter. To my surprise, it had been written by my baba. I started hastily reading it. Skipping most of the letter, but as soon as my eyes fell upon those words, a chilling fear ran down my entire body. Those words were-- "Remember, you had brought this only to play those sex tapes."
Before going any further, let me give you a little information about my family. I'm from a zamindar family. Our family is composed of me, as the eldest daughter; my baba, Mr. Sunil Chattopadhyay; my maa, Mrs. Rita Chattopadhyay; my uncle, Dipankar; his wife, Shagota; and their daughter who is my younger cousin, Sonali.
I was shocked and scared, I didn't know how to process my new discovery.
I don't know how you guys would have felt, but I felt disgusted.
In my worst nightmare, I would have never expected to find that y parents had made a sex tape. I really couldn't process it, and not just because they were my parents, but they didn't look like those people who would do something like that.
My baba and maa both came from reputable backgrounds. My father was in army for thirty years, and my mother was a history teacher at an all-girls school. Both of them have serious personalities; at least, that's what I had believed. The thought of them doing something like this, sounded so out of character and unseemly.
I hid those tapes and the VHS in my laptop bag, until we moved to the new house. It was a one-week gap from the time I found the tapes to our moving. In that time, I had several thoughts, like I shouldn't have touched my parents' private stuff, or that it was their life, they could do whatever they wanted.
After several self-arguments, I finally came to a logical conclusion. Like many other parents, mine were also strict and had several limitations on my freedom. They always kept an eye on me and always lectured me for every small mistake I made. After tolerating such strict parents, how could one stay quiet and do nothing after finding their own parents' sex tape?
What I did first was read the letter. It was written in Bangla, so it took me some time to read it. The letter read something like this--
"To me, who loved her. You bought this VCR player just to replay the time you had with her. I know you had already forgotten about that, but I wished you hadn't. You had bought this VCR to watch that video that you made with her on 25th October 1992. If you are wondering why you made this video, then let me remind you.
"Initially, it was an innocent crush that grew into a crazy love affair. That one lucky time you caught him and then made a mutual one-time agreement with him. To cherish those memories, you made that tape. The second tape with her name was part of the deal. By now, you have already remembered what this is all about."
It became clear what was going on after reading the letter.
To let you guys know, my father has a serious problem of forgetfulness. He completely forgets about a person or thing if he doesn't interact with them for a while. It sounds weird, but it's true.
That letter was proof of that-- he had kept those sex tapes a secret from everyone. However, there were some things that didn't make any sense.
Baba had caught 'him'-- who is he referring to? Also, the mutual agreement with him. I didn't think much about it and simply put it down as a grammatical error.
It was tough for me to set up the VCR. After going through several YouTube videos, I finally managed to set the VCR up with my laptop. It was the first day in our new house, and after dinner, I went straight into my room and waited until midnight.
It was the moment of truth, I put the second tape in the VCR and pressed play. There was no particular reason for me to pick the second tape first. As the loading circle started to spin, my heartbeat raced. To calm my nerves, I closed my eyes and took a deep breath.
"You are mature enough to handle this," I said to myself.
With a clicking sound, the video started playing. My heartbeat rose, and my fingertips started feeling cold. The video was rolling, the quality was 360p, and the audio was totally terrible. It started with my maa on the bed, looking at the video camera. She was surrounded by clothes, a pillow on each side, and a tray with three beer bottles.
I moved closer to the screen as I saw my maa. A horrifying chilling fear ran down my body. I couldn't believe it was her. Maa was looking beautiful and sexy.
Yes, my mother has lost her beauty as she aged.
If she hadn't been wearing her favorite earrings, which grandma gave her, I would have doubted she was even my maa.
She was looking extremely attractive with her long curls, sharp eyes, and juicy red lips. Maa looked drunk as fuck; it felt like she had no clue of what was happening. The way she had put the sindhur on her forehead, her earrings, and her clothes on the bed, I could speculate about what had happened. My parents had gone out for pandal hopping and must have started recording their sex tape as soon as they came home. Apparently, the date baba mentioned in the letter was Kali Puja's night.
Although maa looked chubby, it added a sort-of-weird sexiness to her look. If we were talk about her outfit, it would be hard for me to explain. Maa was wearing a lot of things, and none of them covered her voluptuous body. To begin with, she was wearing some kind of white flower garland-- two pairs of floral bangles on her wrists and ankles, and a floral belt around her waist. Lastly, she was wearing a bra that looked to be 38DD.
Maa was lying on her right arm, looking at the video camera. She had closed her legs to hide her vagina. With her half-closed half-drunken eyes, she was smiling at the camera, showing her white teeth.
I paused the video and thought that if I hadn't found those tapes, I wouldn't have seen my strict mother's vulnerable side. I started giggling, just by thinking about her reaction if she had seen this video.
I pressed play, and the video started. A few minutes in, and for the first time, I heard a clear voice that was also that of my mother.
"What are you doing, Dipankar?" maa slurred.
