My Mom – A slut or Innocent! – Page 2 of 4

Chapter 2 : Cold War part 1
Sumitra, hand were still holding the cock of the man who was lying completely naked on his bed. Sumitra was just in her red color peticoat. Her lips were red, and it seemed some saliva was coming out of her mouth. She did not know how to react. There was a silence, which crape up in the room. But, she did not even try to hide her breasts. The man who was on bed, was more shocked. He seemed to be in a state of shock, and was looking more nervous.
Mary , who was little shocked, but calmed her self. She tried to hide her eyes from the hands, and pushed Himanshu out of the room.
“Lets move out” literally pushing, him out of the room.
Himanshu was in clear shock of his life, the position of his mom was litterally like a whore, who is on mercy of her clients. He was speechless, he brain was shocked, he did know how to react in this situation. He had come with what mind state, and here is home was a fuckin slut he thought. Man r more egositic in terms of Sex and lust, if they have lust, then its natural, but if woman is lusty then she is loose character.
Mary, when saw Sumitra, for the first time, could really understand her ordeal. She was young, beautiful, and looking for a partner, it was quiet natural for her to loose her control. But, for son, her mom is idealistic, and she knew that Him, may not understand this truth immediately.
Both Him, and Mary were waiting at the living room. The man was coming out of the room apologizing to Him, ” Sorry sir, sorry” he said, and left the house.
Him was in state of rage, if perhaps he must have said one more sorry he would have thrashed him. He wanted to kill him and crush his head, but he was not a strong man. He was crying inside. His world had crashed!
Sumitra came out from the room, by now she had recovered her senses. She was wearing a beautiful pink color saree, she had set hairs back. Her complexion was little darker , which added to her beauty. Her Saree was cleanly tied, and her oval shaped Navel, could be seen. Her nipples could be seen crushing out of her blouse, meaning she was not wearing bra. But in this situation also she was calm and composed.
Sometimes, Silence is the best solution to all issues.
As she walked out of her bedroom, she knew that she needs to behave as nothing has happened. Her heart was pumping very hard inside, she did not know what will be reaction of her son.
Mary, was still holding hands of Him, she was also cursing her bad luck. She was worried about Him, she could feel him not ok.
As Sumitra entered the living room, looking at her Himanshu Shouted -” You whore, you cheap slut,this is why my dad left us”
His words, hit Sumitra, hard. She was so composed but harsh words from her son, could not stop her tears falling. She was silent but crying. His harsh words made her feel guilty. And she just rushed back to her bedroom, trying to hold her tears.
“Comeon Him, this is not the way to talk to your mom, she is also human being, we all have needs, you sick bastard, ” Mary could not hold her anger on his words.,
“You leave from here right now Mary, please leave me alone, I am depressed, I dont want to loose you , you just leave” Him responded in a harsher tone.
Mary, was in dilema but she composed her self -” Ok if you want me to leave I will leave , but promise me you will not hurt you mom, please I plead for me , if you love me , please “
Mary was the most important person for him right now, he did not say anything.
“Ok then, I wont go” Mary said, in her harsh tone
Before Him could say anything and nodded in affirmative, “Ok, But you leave, I need to be alone right now “
Mary emotional blackmail, worked, and she left the house, again taking thousand promise from him to not to hurt her.
It was evening 7 pm now. There was a silence which had wrapped everyone. Himanshu was drinking his 6th peg, he had been non stop drinking since Mary had left. He was hardly able control his emotions.
Sumitra, was silently watching her son suffer. She was in a state of shock. She was scared to go to him, she was unable to get courage to go to him. But when things were now going out of control, and she had to stop him. She thought of calling the girl who had come in afternoon, but she did not know who she was.
Sumitra, folded her hands towards her temple, and then with a courage said
“Him, beta please donot drink, I know you r hurt, but hear me out first”
Him was fully drunk, and any one can make out from his gestures that he is not someone used to drink! He was hardly able to open his eyes, his body was shaking and he looked completely out of sight.
“Hi mom, he said, no no, hi my innocent slut mom”.
Sumitra, ignored his words-“you say whatever you want me to say, but beta please donot drink, you r a good man, do not make u suffer because of me” She pleaded.
“Yah yah slutty mom, don’t worry, a son of whore is whore only, I know how to take care of my self, and he kind of fall on his chair, unable to hold to his balance.
Sumitra, with tears flowing from her eyes, struggled her best to hold him. She somehow managed to hold Himanshu, and kind of drag him to her bedroom. Her bedroom was the nearest from living room.
As she managed to make him lie down on the bed, her saree, pallu dropped. Himanshu, who was still conscious, could not take his eyes off from big cleavage of his mother. He was actually now not treating her his mother, but for him she was a slut. The big boobs which were just trying to pop out were very tempting. He just wanted to crush her breasts and bring his all anger on her. But he could not. Despite the fact that he was drunk, he could not take courage to do the same!
Sumitra on the other hand, was still in tears, she was feeling she was responsible for him.
Him was now fast asleep. He was drunk to the core.
Sumitra, after making her arrangements, decided to take her shower. Completing her shower, she just came out wrapped her self in the towel gown. She was still not at ease. Her son was now sleeping in deep sleep. She kissed his forehead, and she was moving out, someone had holded his hands,
“You bitch, if you can fuck strangers, why not me”
Sumitra turned around to see- it was Himanshu, her own son, holding her hands, and talking to her like this!