A Mother's Sacrifice - Part 2
Please read the previous part for context. Mom left the room, and Rajiv went into the bathroom. As soon as I heard the shower go on, I got out of the closet and slowly went out of the room. I sat on the stairs for a while, thinking about what just happened. I could feel pre-cum dripping from my dick. I took deep breaths until my phone rang. It was Mom. Mom: Where are you? Rahul: I was in the cafeteria, Mom. I’ll be there in a moment. Do you want something to eat? Mom: No. I went back, and she was sitting on the sofa beside the reception desk. Now that I was close, I could see her face clearly. Her eyes were swollen from all the crying. I could see the faded stains of mascara she wiped, probably in the common washroom. Her lipstick was gone, and her ponytail was a mess. I did not stare for too long. I could get suspicious. Rahul: So what did he say? Mom: He said you can keep your job. I already knew about it, but I acted surprised and hugged her. She smiled after a long time. I backed up the car, and we went home. I started going to the office but I could not get my mind off the last thing Rajiv said, “The next one would be for money.” Two weeks went by. Anuj came to me on a Friday evening as I was packing to leave. Anuj: Rajiv ji is in town today. He wants to have dinner with you. I was surprised, so I just nodded. Anuj: He will come around your house by 8. Rahul: He will be coming to my home. Anuj: You have a problem with that? Rahul: No, sir. Absolutely not. It was done. I thought as I started my car. He was coming by my house this time. I knew what Rajiv had in mind. I could say no, but that would mean angering him. I can lose my job. Also, the money. As he said, innocent or not, I owed him the money now. I had no other option. I reached home and told Mom that Rajiv would be stopping by for dinner. She was shocked but didn’t say anything. She went on to cook something good for him. Rajiv stopped by around 9, and we had dinner. We had some talk over whiskey afterwards. I was confused as to how his personality had completely changed from the last time I met him. He seemed more humble this time. It was around 11 that he got up and asked if he could spend the night. I instantly knew what was going on. He was passing the time so that it could get late and he could stay. I couldn’t say no. It was a 3-BHK. There was a corridor at one end of the hall. My room and guest bedroom were on the opposite side of the corridor and Mom’s room was at the end of it. We all went to sleep but I couldn’t sleep thinking about all this. One hour later, I heard the sound of a door opening. I knew it was Rajiv. I had to see it. I was excited for it. This was a new feeling in this type of situation. There was a balcony in Mom’s room. My window opened onto that. My Mom kept flowers and vases on that. I jumped from my window slowly onto the balcony. Mom was watching something on the TV with her hair open. She was wearing a black t-shirt and grey pyjamas. Rajiv knocked on the door, and she was startled. She paused the TV and got up to open the door. Rajiv was standing there. He had kept the suit back in his room and was now in his blue shirt and pants. The shirt was tight on his belly and untucked from his pants. Mom: What are you doing here? Rajiv: Madam, it’s time these questions should get old. I think you know what I’m doing here. He let himself in and sat on the bed. Mom reluctantly closed the door and stood there looking at her legs. Rajiv pulled out a box from his pocket and lit a cigarette. Mom wanted to say something but stayed quiet. He got up and went to the dressing table that was on the right side of the room. He threw off the ash in the dustbin and took the support of the table. The balcony door was on the opposite side of the room from the table. Rajiv: After last time, I think my dick has gotten addicted to you. He rubbed his dick over his pants. Mom’s face turned red from all the talk. Mom: I think you should leave now. I don’t like this. Rajiv: It doesn’t matter what you like. You’re my randi. I like you naked and kneeling. That’s all that matters. I was shocked but also excited this time around. He was again straightforward. Mom looked up, and she begged with her eyes. It was of no use in front of Rajiv. Rajiv: You know the rule, madam. You have two minutes before I walk out, and hell falls on your family. He almost laughed while saying this. He was looking down on us. It was all a game to him for passing time while he was in town. Mom stood there for a moment, contemplating in her mind what to do. Rajiv: You have one minute before I finish my cigarette and leave. Strip in your lingerie and kneel in the middle of this room. Suddenly, there was a movement in the room. Mom went to the side table and pulled out a hairband. She moved to the centre of the room, and I knew what was coming. She tied her hair in a ponytail, and Rajiv smirked. Rajiv: Good girl. You remember, don’t you? She pulled out her t-shirt when Rajiv interrupted her and pulled out his phone. He opened the camera, and a flash shone out from his phone. Mom covered her eyes and her face. Mom: What are you doing? Rajiv: Don’t worry. I’m just taking pictures for memory’s sake. Mom: Please don’t take pictures. I won’t allow this. Anger flashed onto Rajiv’s face. Rajiv: You are forgetting who you are. You are my slut. You don’t allow things. I do. Mom: But… Rajiv: You continue what you were doing or else I leave. She had no other option. She pulled the t-shirt once again, and it came out smoothly. Her bare tits hung out in the open. Rajiv: Wow. You really are a dirty slut. I’m surprised that you’re not wearing a bra. She was standing topless in the middle of her bedroom with her hands cupping her tits. Rajiv: Put your hands behind your head and spread your legs. She did as he told her. Her saggy tits hung out in the open. The camera flashed a few times.