Sometimes Uncle Kunthe used to visit us in the presence of Dad. Mom never liked him. I often heard her complaining to him not to come home. Maybe because of the way he used to stare at Mom. He never dared to come in the absence of Dad. He lived somewhere else in the city.

One day there was a party organised by Mom’s principal in college on behalf of his farewell. He was very close to us and a very nice person. We all were invited. A day before the party, my Dad’s uncle expired, so he had to go to our village. He talked to Mom’s college principal about saying he can’t come, but his family will be there for sure. Mom dressed well in a black sari; she was looking hot and spicy. We took an auto and reached the venue. Mom’s principal greeted us and introduced us to different people. He asked his kids to play with me. Suddenly I saw Uncle Kunthe standing with his friend. He saw me too, and he came to me and asked where is your Dad. I told him the story. He was happy like anything to hear about Dad’s absence. His yellowish teeth glittered, and he kissed me on the cheek and said, “Beta, go and play.” ... He was smelling of sweat, and his mouth smelled like a gutter.

I was suspicious about what he was up to.

So I decided to keep an eye on him. He was searching for a chance to meet Mom when she was alone. Finally, he got the chance after dinner. He went and asked something. Mom was serious while talking to him. I think she knew about his bad intentions. Suddenly, he put his hand on her shoulder. She gave him a tight slap. He was stunned. But no one noticed it. He came back. I could see anger on his face.

I didn’t see him for the next half hour. He came back from somewhere, took a glass, and took some Mirinda in it. He went to a corner and added some powder to it. Then he went up to Mom. She was sitting alone now and waiting to leave. I also went closer to hear.

He told Mom, “I am really sorry for what I have done. Please forgive me. I’ll never repeat it.”

Mom said, “I don’t want to talk about it.”

Uncle Kunthe “plz forgive me. I swear to my wife that I’ll not repeat it.”

To end the matter, she said “fine”.

He gave her the drink and insisted on drinking it. Mom refused to for some time, but he insisted continuously. She didn’t want to talk at all to him. So she drank it. He then moved away. 10 mins after this, she fell unconscious. Everybody noticed this time and asked about it. Uncle Kunthe intervened and told “oh, she just had a neat whisky “. Everyone was shocked as she never drank; she is a very orthodox type. Uncle Kunthe then said “guys, don’t worry, I’ll drop both of them home in my car.”

He then asked others to continue and took Mom in arms and asked me to come with him. He was carrying her in his arms. He reached where his car was parked. He then asked the driver to take his car out. The driver was smiling at us. I guess Mom is not his first victim. The driver opened the back gate, and Uncle made Mom sit on the back seat, and he sat beside her. The driver asked me to come and sit in the front seat ... He then called his wife and told her “Mujhe aaj kaam hai, mai subha aaunga.”

The driver started the car and started driving. I was looking outside; suddenly, I saw in the rear mirror. I was shocked to see Uncle was pressing her boobs very badly. But she was unconscious. He then took her head in his hands and kissed her badly. He was kissing her continuously. I was so small at that time; I was confused. I turned back and asked him “uncle, what are you doing?”, he jerked, but he was intelligent; he said “oh, I was giving her some oxygen”, I said okay. He then stopped doing it, but now his hands were working ... He took his one hand in her sari. He then took his hand out and smelled his finger. He was breathing hard now. He was also pressing her boobs continuously, and sometimes he even licked her neck.

Finally, we reached home. He asked me to open the gate, and he asked the driver to go to his home and leave the car. I went and opened the gate. He took her in his muscular arms and went directly to her bedroom. He then went to the bathroom to get fresh. I was sitting near her. I could see that her makeup was ruined by this ugly-looking old man. Her lipstick could be seen on his lips. Her sari wasn’t proper. Her hair was distorted. Ah, Uncle Kunthe came out of the bathroom.

I told him, “Uncle, you can go now. I can take care of her.”

He smiled and said,”Beta, if I leave today, how will I face your dad tomorrow? So, I’ll be taking care of her tonight. If something happens, you don’t worry.”

He asked me to go and sleep, but I refused. He insisted again and again since I finally had to leave. I think he knew that as time passed, Mom would be gaining consciousness, so he didn’t want to waste any time.

I went to my room and pretended to be sleeping. He came to my room and as he was convinced I was sleeping. He went inside the bedroom and locked it from inside. I heard the sound of locking. I ran towards the gate and started watching from the keyhole. As he went inside, I saw Mom still unconscious lying on a bed. He took out his cloth one by one and became completely nude. I could see a big, massive tool nearly 7 inches, hissing like a snake. He then started taking off her sari. He removed it completely. He was breathing heavily. Mom was reduced to a bra and panty as he removed the petticoat.

Her big boobs were available to this monster now. He became so excited to see it that he tore the bra out and then he tore the panty. Now both were completely nude. He then started licking her body hard and made her full body wet with his saliva. I noticed Mom’s cunt now; she had gotten some golden hairs on it. He licked each of her hairs. He licked her armpits like some ice cream, but she was out of this world. Even he was not enjoying this completely. He then got up and went to the toilet to get some water and sprinkled it on her face.