Ma blushes and chasitises him

"Gopal! Don't be so vulgar!" Ma hissed, swatting weakly at his arm, though her face was flushed a deep, tell-tale red. "Have some shame."

But her chastising only seemed to fuel him. He smirked, his eyes gleaming with a predatory light.

"Vulgar?" he scoffed, leaning in closer. "I didn't say anything wrong, Kavita. Truth isn't vulgar. And judging by how slick you are down there, I'm just stating facts."

He didn't wait for her to argue. He hooked his thick fingers into the waistband of her panties, the last barrier between him and what he wanted.

"Let's see it," he muttered.

Slowly, agonizingly slowly, he dragged the fabric down. Ma lifted her hips obediently to help him, and the white cotton slid down her thighs, bunching around her ankles with her leggings.

At that moment, I should have turned around. I should have run back upstairs, slammed my door, put on my ear phones and blasted music until I forgot this ever happened. But I was frozen. I was too... into watching.

It felt exactly like those shady, low-quality porn clips I used to watch under my blanket at night when I was younger, terrified of getting caught but unable to look away. But this wasn't pixels on a phone screen. This was happening in real-time, in high definition. And the "actress" splayed out on the table wasn't some random stranger; it was my own mother. My birth mother, completely exposed and **** in front of a man who wasn't my father.

The panties cleared her hips and slid down her thighs. My eyes were glued to the spot between her legs.

It was the first time I had ever seen her naked there. I don't know what I expected. Maybe something that fit her prim and proper image more, cleaner or ordered. But Ma's was... wild. She had a thick, dark bush of hair there, a dense triangle of black curls that looked untamed and chaotic, glistening slightly under the harsh kitchen lights.

Seeing that raw, private part of her, it fascinated me in a way that made my skin crawl. It was gross. It was the ultimate taboo.

But as I continued staring a slow itch started to grow between my legs.I knew exactly what it meant so I tried to ignore it but Gopal Uncle’s next move **** my hand; literally.

He grabbed Ma’s ankles and shoved her legs wide apart, exposing her to his gaze. Then, he leaned in, his face hovering just inches from her pussy.

I watched, mesmerized and horrified, as he stuck out his tongue and dragged it straight up her slit in one long, deliberate stroke.

Ma gasped, her body jerking as if she’d been electrocuted. She bit down hard on her lower lip, clearly trying to stay quiet, to remember that her daughter was just upstairs. But the sensation was too much. Small, broken moans escaped her throat anyway.

"Fuck," she breathed out, her voice trembling. "Gopal... oh God..."

He didn't stop. He dove in properly now, his head buried between her thighs. His tongue worked her over with a rhythmic intensity, lapping at her clit while his hands gripped her hips to hold her steady.

Ma’s hands flew back, gripping the edge of the dining table so hard her knuckles turned white. Her breathing grew ragged, heavy and fast, filling the silence of the kitchen.

Gopal Uncle pulled back for a second, his chin glistening with her juices.

"You taste so good," he growled, licking his lips before diving back in. "Always so fucking good."

Ma threw her head back, her neck arching off the hard wood of the table, her inhibitions shattering completely.

"Don't stop," she moaned, loud and **** now. "Please... don't stop..."