I am a young man of 21 years, doing my engineering. I am the only child of the family. My father died when I was 12 years old. My mother was then 36 years old. We are from a middle class family and my mother had to work hard to make both the ends meet. My widowed mother struggled much to provide me the best education. As a result, I got admission in a prestigious engineering institute after clearing my position in JEE.
However, I had a very weird experience during the lockdown. Due to sudden lock down we were asked to vacate our hostels immediately and I came back to home. However, on reaching home at around 5 PM, I found our house locked. I tried to contact my mother over mobile but her phone was said to outside network coverage. So I asked our neighbor if he knew anything. He told me that my paternal uncle Shyamlal had come that evening and someone in his home is seriously ill so my mother went with him.
Shyamlal is the younger brother of my father and he is about 38 years old. During our hardship after the death of my father, he did not help us much even though he was better off economically than our family. However, on various religious occasions he and his wife visited us, gave gifts to me and my mother. But there was no real intimacy between two families. He and his wife were childless and at least they could have partially supported my education but it was my mother who always had to struggle hard for our financial support.
I recalled that my aunt, Shyamlal's wife was very sickly and thought that she might have become serious for which my mother had to go. My uncle's palatial house is about a hour's journey from our place. So I decided that I should visit his place to enquire about my aunt's health. At around 7.00 PM, I reached his place only to find the guards outside guarding the house. The guards did not recognize me. But from them I gathered the information that my aunt was at her paternal home and that the owner (i.e. my uncle Shyamlal) had gone to his farm house that evening.
It struck me that there is something fishy as what my neighbor said did not match what I learnt at uncle's place. I had once or twice visited his farm house during my childhood. So I managed an auto-rickshaw to take me there. The farm house was at the outskirt of the city and by the time I reached there it was already 9 PM. The gate of the farm house was locked from inside and there were two guards at the gate. I knew it won't be easy to convince them to open the gate for me. So I surveyed the entire area and found a tree at the backyard climbing which I might get inside.
But it took several failed attempts to get inside because I had to get in without making sound or arousing the suspicion of the guards at the entrance. By the time I was successful to sneak in it was about 10.30 PM. I noticed that two guards at the entrance were making arrangements to sleep near the main gate. Without bothering them I looked to enter the building but the door was locked though from inside the house I could see lights and voices of many persons.
After searching for about an hour, I found the back door which was bolted from inside. But with slightest effort I could unbolt it and then went inside. Although the door of the main room of the farm house was locked, its adjacent room was open and the window between the main room and the adjacent room was open perhaps to allow ventilation. From the darkness of the adjacent room I looked through the window to the main room and I could have fallen senseless at what I saw.
A mattress covering the one third of the floor of the main room was laid. My uncle Shyamlal sat at the center surrounded by his four friends. My mother was sitting very close to my uncle wearing the skimpy dress of a sleeveless thigh long red nightie and she was serving wine to my uncle and his friends. And they were all making dirty jokes about her sexy body and then while serving a peg of wine to my uncle I saw my uncle kissing my mother in front of others and slipped her nighties strap from the shoulder exposing one of her boobs and the associates of the uncle all cheered and made dirty remarks about my mother's youthful body.
"My bhavi (elder brother's wife) still has a voluptuous body," said my uncle to his friends while his hands groped the smooth thighs of my mother, "Even after so many years, her beauty can make the cock of a dead man stand up in desire. What do you say?"
All his four associates nodded to what my uncle said and one of them complimented, "Bhavi has maintained her figure over the years."
From the reaction of my mother, I knew that it could not have been her first experience with the uncle and his friends as there was no shame or sorrow in her reaction. My head had grown hot and decided to shout but then thought it would endanger my life and may be my mother's life too. So I decided to watch till the end. I don't know whether it was a sin or incest but it was my first experience of watching a partially nude female body and even though she was my mother, there were forbidden sensations between my loins.
My mother was then 45 years and had a height of 5'5" with slender legs. There was hardly any extra fat on her belly even at that age. She had big boobs, may be 36 and big round asses. She was fair complexioned and in the knee long nightie that she wore she looked younger than her actual age. The nightie was hardly able to cover her big boobs or her asses.
