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Madar's Shudra Haramzada
by Ghulam Shamsher Osmani Bangalistani

My name is Shamsher and I hail from a hereditary Aryan Bengali Workers' Family. We live in the vast industrial
regions of the gigantic Bengali delta, where there exist countless factories, workshops and establishments of
the massive jute, textile and machine industries. Due to ours being a traditional Workers' Mohalla
(neighbourhood), designed to house the lakhs (hundreds of thousands) and maybe even crores (tens of millions) of
textile, jute and factory workers, the housing was never of the luxurious Navabi or Sultani type, but always
rather cramped and devoid of luxuries. Because of this reason, families used to spend a lot of time together,
and perhaps due to this many of us Gora (fair) Bengali boys often developed deep love for our close female
family relatives. It is not that unusual because I have heard some of the other young boys feel the same way
too, some liking the Madar (mother), others liking their sisters. So, when I was just a young boy, I fell in
love with my mother. In fact, she had always been a major object of my attentions since childhood.

My curiousity led me to investigate Madar and Papa's sex life over the span of several years. Like all the
houses in our Bengali Workers' Mohalla, our house was quite small and directly adjacent to other houses. The
walls were thin, and sounds could easily travel from one room to the next. Hence, despite the prying eyes of
intrusive neighbours, my parents perforce had to be careless about their private life. For these reasons, most
Orats (women) of our mohalla, including my Madar, were less cautious about exposing their persons. This also
meant that I could prowl the dark foot-paths on the side of our house at night-time without risk of discovery.
For this reason, I soon came to know all the sordid details of Madar and Papa's sex life.

I was very excited of course, seeing my voluptuous Madar totally nangi and copulating with Papa. I would have
done anything to enjoy even a part of her body. Yes, I would have even liked to chuso her feet, breasts or
Fuddi. At the same time, I developed a jealousy of Papa, because his Lund was a little bigger than mine. His
Lund seemed five angulis (inches) long, which was a bit more than my four angulis (inches). At the same time,
Madar was not too interested in intercourse. Papa took great time and effort to make her garm. At other times
she just lay still as Papa pumped on top of her. On the other hand, she enjoyed anal intercourse with Papa, and
encouraged him to always use her backside.

This was quite bad, because Papa was good in many ways and obviously loved my Madar very much. He takes good
care of the family and we have never faced any problem.

About a season back my Madar told Papa that she wanted to become pregnant again. I was outside the window at
the time, standing on the dark narrow footpath separating our house from the neighbours, hoping to see them do
it again when I heard my Madar say she wanted a little brother for me. It shocked me very much, for it was not
something I heard every day.

Then Papa reminded Madar how difficult it was to have me, and how they had to work at it for more than a year.
Hearing this was even more surprising to me. I did not know how to take this piece of news, so I just absorbed
it into my mind. I was happy that she did in fact become pregnant with me.

I was not too sure I wanted to share our cramped house with a small, crying baby. But it was definitely going
to be fun watching Madar try to make one again.

Over the next couple of fortnights, Papa tried again and again. But what I found strange was that Madar
continued to insist on her preference for anal sex with Papa. This seemed strange to me because she had said
some time back that she wanted a Bacha. Unable to resolve the puzzle, I ignored it and enjoyed the scenes. That
way I missed another vital clue. But I did become suspicious.

One day Madar went out for some time. Her dress made me a little more suspicious. She seemed very much happier
and healthier looking when she returned. She almost seemed to be glowing.

She told Papa that she really enjoyed the bazaar. Then she went and took her bath.

That struck me as suspicious. I wanted some proof to confirm or deny my fears that she was fooling Papa.

The truth is, if anybody had told me at that time that my Madar would ever cheat my Papa, I would have hit the
Boka-Choda (goat-fucker) liar in the face. Yes, I had my own lust for Madar, but I never dared for an eye-blink
think that anybody other than Papa or me would get to enjoy her.

Even at that young age, I knew that one good way to tell if a Bibi is cheating is to find the odour of a man on
her shalwar. Slowly I sneaked into my parents' bedroom and found her tight shalwar just outside the bathroom.
These were my favourite shalwars of hers because they were very tight and showed her ample curvy legs. Quietly
I took the groin area and lifted it to my face. I found that my Madar's shalwar was very musky and suffused
with her genital aroma. Pushing it into my face, I inhaled the perfume like fragrance of her precious Fuddi.
While I was enjoying the treat though, I could smell the odour of a man.

I realized how devastated Papa would be if he had the same revelations as me. It would be a real blow for him
to know that the Aurat he loved so much was spreading her legs for another man.

As I let her shalwar drop back, I promised myself that I would find a way to watch my Madar cheat.

One day Papa announced that the government was sending him to the capital of Bengal for some official work.
With Papa gone, I thought of giving Madar the best opportunity she could have. The second day he was gone, I
asked Madar if I could go with some dosts who were going to stay overnight at the shrine of a sacred Ghazi.

Madar was very quick in giving me permission. She told me she hoped that I would like the trip and learn about
religion. I told her I was concerned that she would be alone, but she reassured me that she would find something
to do.

I was almost overcome with lust as I anticipated the events. I had decided to leave just after dark. It had to
be dark outside for me to be able to look in without anybody seeing me at the window. Madar seemed very happy
as the evening approached.

Finally it was time for me to leave. I salaamed my Madar and left the mahal for her. Making a pretense to go
to the Shahr, I walked a distance and then returned back to stand at the corner of a road.

Approaching from the Shudra mohalla to the south of the Shahr, I saw a scary Shudra Goonda. The original
inhabitants of the Shudra Mohalla were the low-caste Shudra labourers of the Bengal delta. Being the labourer
caste for thousands of years, they evolved naturally superior physical strength. Our delicate, fair and
effeminate Aryan bodies could not compete with their more robust Negro-Dravidian bone structure and naturally
larger Shudra muscles. These original Bengal Shudras were then supplemented by immense numbers of imported
Dravidian warriors to fight as Kala Piyadas (black foot-soldiers), or Kalo Piyados (black foot-soldiers) as we
Bengalis called them. As these mostly came from Telingana, all Dravidian warriors were called "Telingas" by us
Bengalis. From the reign of Padshah Rookn-ood-Deen (King Rukn-ud-din), large numbers of Habashiyya (Abyssinian)
and Sudani or Siddi (Sudanese) fighters were also added to the mix. All these different streams of blood united
in the veins of the Bengal Shudras to create a race of extremely hardy Kalo (black) men.

And because our Mohalla was the Bengali Workers' Mohalla, their township was established right next to ours,
for the Ashrafi (aristocratic) Bengali Navabi and Sultani families did not want to live next to the Kalos
(blacks). Given the total absence of a caste system in our Islamicized region, these stout Shudras had direct
access to our mohalla. So these more masculine Shudra Badmashes used to come to our mohalla to bully us fair
Safedoo mohalla boys and to take away our beautiful rosy-cheeked Aryan Bengali females. As he neared, I could
make out more details of his features through the darkness. He was called Ravana Ganjawalla, one of the bigger
and scarier Shudra Badmashes from the Shudra mohalla. Since we used to always get bullied and intimidated by
them, us Gora Bangali (fair Bengali) boys used to respectfully call the biggest Shudra Goondas as "Ravana",
naming them after the legendary, hyper-masculine Kalo Drabida Raja (Black Dravidian King) of Lanka. This would
then be followed by a surname based on a distinguishing feature. So, because of his immense awesome size and
totally intimidating muscular structure, we also called this Kala Shudra Goonda also "Ravana", and because he
always had his head shaven, in order to appear fiercer and even more aggressive, we called him "Ravana
Ganja-walla", or "Ravana the Bald-head". In fact, Ravana had bullied me on numerous occasions, and I was very
scared of him. If he continued on the road towards me, he would meet me soon ! The last thing I wanted to happen
that night would be to be beaten by a Shudra Goonda.

When I was about to run, he suddenly stopped and turned to the side.

My heart sank when I saw him knock at the darwaza of our mahal. The darwaza of our mahal opened and the Shudra
Goonda quickly went inside.

I could not imagine anything more dirty, or more filthy. Madar was not just cheating my Papa, but she was
doing it with a Shudra Kalloo (blackie). And he was a Badmash Goonda (bad-man goon) to boot - and one who had
bullied me repeatedly.

In our mohalla, "poora qarnoo" (ultimate cuckold) was the term given to a Sahib whose Bibi had cuckolded him
with a Shudra man. And Papa was going to be turned into a "poora qarnoo".

It was time for me to move into the garden and up to the bedroom window. Strangely, I was hoping that she
would use her marital bed for her adultery. From my place in the garden I was able to enjoy an unobstructed view
of the bedroom. Since the window was a jali window, I could also hear what was being said. After a tense wait,
Madar came into the bedroom. She was wearing a very tight shalwar kameez. She looked absolutely amazing.

A short while later Ravana followed. I felt ashamed when he took my pretty fair mother in his strong black
arms for a full embrace of her soft, white, curvaceous body. His hands roamed down to squeeze her large
buttocks. My heart sank as I saw them share long, wet, deep kisses.

I felt jealous when Madar giggled and her hands roamed across his strong black Dravidian muscle-body. I never
saw her admire Papa's body. But then Papa had a weak, fair and effeminate Aryan Sahib body just like mine. I
felt like a loser when her hands then went down to his groin area. Her dainty fair fingers started to untie his
lungi. She released his one-foot partially erect Lund. I was partly prepared for what I saw, because the
mohalla girls told us that the Shudras had very big Lunds. But nothing had prepared me for the actual sight of a
fearsome, one-foot long, thick black Shudra Goonda Lund. At one foot in length, it was twice as large as my
Papa's. Worse still, the menacing twelve-anguli black Shudra Lund was almost three times the size of my own puny
four-anguli Safed Aryan Lund. My own thin Aryan Lund, which had become erect as I watched them kiss and toy,
suddenly started contracting. As if accepting its inferiority, it rapidly shrunk down to the pathetic size of a
rupee coin.

"Ya Allah! I can never believe how big your Kalo Shudra Lund is, my mehboob (darling)," my Madar cooed as she
stared in amazement at his big black Dravidian penis.

"You are too used to your Sahib's puny, Kotak Safed Lund (dwarf white penis), Bibi !" he said as she lifted the
heavy Kalo shaft in her white hand. She pulled back the horny thick black Kaffir foreskin, exposing the Kinaaf
(glans).

Now, I had never seen Madar chuso Papa's Lund. Although Papa had asked her, she had always refused, saying it
was against the Quran and violated our religion. But as Madar stared in awe at Ravana's big black Dravidian
Lund, she immediately went to her knees and started to chuso (suck) his one-foot long Kalo Lund (black penis).
While she had no interest in chusoing Papa's Kotak Safed Lund (dwarf white penis), she loved worshipping
Ravana's big black Dravidian penis. So it was penis size, not religion, which was the cause of her strange
behaviour.

Madar chusoed on that big Kalo Badmash Lund like a Haramzadi. She licked his sweaty black testicles and then
kissed up and down his foot-long black Shudra shaft. Repeatedly she tried to force all of his massive Lund into
her throat, taking it down as far as she could.

Soon, Madar was rewarded with having a very hard, totally erect, baby-making black Dravidian Lund ready to do
the job on her.

Madar lay down on the divan, facing towards where I was watching. This was the best possible view. I watched
as Madar pulled her shalwar off her legs and her kameez over her head.

Madar shifted her position to show Ravana her widespread legs. It was obvious she was gram because even from
where I stood at the bedroom window, I could see that Madar's slit was glazed with sweat.

Ravana's eyes almost bulged out as Madar dipped her fingers into her Fuddi and started rubbing herself. As he
watched, he stroked his long black shaft.

Through the bedroom window I was able hear Madar moan softly as she fingered her pink Fuddi for the Kalloo
Badmash and his enjoyment.

"Yes, my Dravidian God! I can't wait any longer. I want you to mount me now. I must feel that huge, wonderful
hard black Shudra Lund slide into my wet, Safedi Fuddi and I want you to bokk me hard and powerfully. I want to
feel those big, black Thook-filled balls slamming against my buttocks as you satisfy my clutching Fuddi.

I want all of your potent Dravidian baby-making Thook shot right up against my cervix when we climax.
I want you to breed this willing, white Haramzadi like an animal.

My Showhar will think that our Bacha is his own Bacha. But he shoots much lower than you, so he has no chance
against you. And I mostly let him only through the back darwaza. He will learn the truth only after delivery.
We will all have a nice laugh to know that my womb was fertilized by you."

I could not believe my ears. My Madar was such a Haramzadi ! I almost fell down hearing what my scheming
cheating Madar had just said. Her cruel plan was sickening, and I was ashamed to hear the outrageous taboo of
her words. Madar actually wanted to become pregnant with his Kalo Haramzada. My Madar's precious white Aryan
belly would soon be swelling with a Kalo Shudra Haramzada to tarnish our Ashrafi (noble) family name.

"See how wet and garm my hungry Fuddi is for you, my mehboob ? Come my Yar, I am ripe and ready. I want your
swollen, black Dravidian balls to empty all that potent Thook into my uterus. Come, my Yar !"

Ravana knelt between Madar's outstretched white Haramzadi legs and grasped his completely rock hard Dravidian
shaft. In an almost menacing fashion, he aimed his Dravidian weapon at Madar's wet, waiting, welcoming white
Aryan Fuddi. From my place I could see the sweat coating Ravana's enraged black Shudra shaft as it neared its
target.

I could see Madar's Fuddi lips swollen and read to spread wide as she reached up and took hold of his powerful
black Shudra shaft at the base.

Madar moaned loudly as Ravana slowly moved on top of her as she guided his powerful shaft to her upturned
mound. I really wished I was a Shudra Goonda when she inserted Ravana's big black Dravidian Lund into her pink
Aryani Fuddi. His Telingana Black Snake slowly slithered in all the way to the andas (testicles). My Madar then
drew up her wonderful, thick white legs up around his broad, powerful black back to pull him in deeper still.
Her feet intertwined at the back, firmly locking themselves in place. The sight of her naked white feet, with
large toe-nails and fleshy toes, always excited me, and I had a clear nearby view of them. Despite the humbling
situation, my Aryan Lund became hard again.

Madar moaned like a Haramzadi as she took all of Ravana's one-foot long Kalo Shudra Goonda Lund into her
cheating, married Musulmani Aryani Fuddi.

Now, I had been bullied by several of the scary Shudra Goondas, including Ravana. But somehow, when that Badmash
Ravana inserted his big Kalo Drabida (Dravida) Lund into my Madar's Fuddi, I felt much more crushed than I ever
had after being bullied. The knowledge that my own precious Madar was madly in love with the same Badmash Ravana
who had bullied me was far more humiliating than any beating. At the same time, the feelings of envy and
jealousy I had towards my Papa were replaced by sypmaty, and those of jealousy were directed towards Ravana.

I could tell she was madly in love with Ravana because of the sensuously intimate way they mated. Ravana
kissed my Madar repeatedly. I felt so dirty as she kissed him on his thick, slobbering Dravidian lips while he
made love to her with his big, black Shudra Lund. The initial pace of love-making was slow and intimate, being
deep, slow and enjoyable.

Ravana's big black Shudra Lund moving in and out of Madar's Safed Aryani Fuddi started to make her garm. Madar
was totally enjoying her Kalo breeding and she was bouncing back to meet every thrust with all of her hottest
passion. Ravana started slamming into her full force, his heavy black Dravidian testicles banging against her
upturned white buttocks quite loudly. I could hear the sound of flesh pounding against flesh. My parents'
divan had never shaken as they did for Ravana's bokking of my madar.

I was shocked at the behaviour of my Madar. Yes, my own small Aryan Lund was as hard as it had ever been in my
life. The sight of the intercourse between my delicate, feminine, white-skinned Madar and the muscular,
masculine, black-skinned Shudra Goonda, made me garm. But I definitely had mixed feelings, my arousal
intermingled with feelings of jealousy, envy and hatred.

But I knew that I could not do anything about it. All of us mohalla boys were terrified of the Shudra Goondas,
and Ravana had bullied me many times already. So the best option for me was just to watch and pretend that I was
a Shudra Goonda.

She moaned out for Ravana, saying "You are so big! You stretch me so good."

He laughed and said, "Few more times with me and you won't be able to feel a Safed Lund."

My Madar just laughed back and said, "With your lovely, wonderful Big Kalo Shudra Lund to pleasure me, why would
I ever want to be with a pathetic Safedoo ? My Showhar (husband) and all Safedoos are totally cut off from me
now. My Fuddi is for Kalloo Lund only !"

"But what about your Showhar ?" he asked.

"He is also cut off," she replied. "But I have to let him have something, so I let him use my Koon (anus)."

"I want you to swear on Quran that you won't have sex with a Safedoo," he said.

"I will do it after you pump your Thook into my fertile Fuddi," she said.

As shocked as I already was with my Madar, I could still scarcely believe my ears as Madar told the Shudra
Goonda that she would be willing to swear on the Quran that she belonged to them. The lewd Aurat laying out in
the middle of Papa's bed, imploring and begging the Shudra Badmash to breed her, was simply not the same Madar I
had always known.

Madar was like an animal with that strong black Shudra stallion-man.

Even if Madar had not promised the Shudra Badmash that she would never have sex with a fair Aryan man again, I
knew that there was no way Papa or myself could compete with such a superior Yar for my Madar. The way I saw
Ravana's one foot black Shudra Lund insanely stretch out Madar's pink Fuddi, I seriously doubted if she would
even feel an Aryan Lund if she ever let one inside her again.

Gradually Ravana picked up the pace in his mating with her.

Then she yelled for him to bokk her hard and fast.

"Hold it all the way in when you shoot your Thook, my mehboob ! Yes, do it.

Give my Showhar your Haramzada Bacha !

"Yes, I can feel my womb opening for you, my Yar ! My womb is opening !"

"Let us climax together. That will give you the best possible chance of being the one to
impregnate me. "

"Ya Allah! Yes ! Shoot it Now ! My Fuddi is pulling you in ! Feel it pull at your Lund as you shoot in me ! Yes
! Give me a Bachoo, you lovely Dravidian God ! I want your lovely Kalo Haramzada Bacha in me now."

The scene was so powerfully intense. At any time the Shudra Goonda would reach his climax as his strokes were
becoming erratic and savage, as he brutally pounded at a furious pace.

With that, Ravana suddenly forze and let out a low growl, proclaiming that he was shooting his Thook and was
breeding her. He paused for a moment as Madar reached around to his black buttock cheks and sunk her perfectly
tended finger nails into his flesh as he began to convulse in triumphant sexual climax.

Madar just cried out in ecstasy. "Yes, Yes ! I can feel your powerful spurts. Yes, I feel it shooting in my
womb ! Yes !"

As Ravana ended his climax, he just fell on top of Madar with all of his weight. Despite being totally
exhausted, he did not pull out.

"Gonna keep my Lund inside yoor Fuddi," he said, remaining firmly on top of her. "Gonna plug you close, like we
do when we give our Aurats Bachas."

"Yes, I love it when you Shudra Goondas keep your big Kalo Lunds inside our Fuddis when you are done. That is
such a nice custom you have in your Dravidian lands. Makes me feel so close to you. And today I want it more so,
so that your lovely Thook stays all the way up inside me. I want to feel your Shudra Thook swimming up inside
me, finding my fertile Aryan egg. Yes, it feels so wonderful inside me, having your big black Shudra Lund inside,
keeping your Thook in me. Let those superior black Dravidian baby-making Thook go in me as deep as they can."

As Ravana was ejaculating into Madar, she shouted that she was almost sure at that very moment of being
inseminated and that she could feel a new life being conceived within her. With Ravana's one-foot Dravidian
Lund deep inside her womb, filling her with his Thook, all Madar did was lay there, enjoying her own orgasm and
taking her breeding.

I watched as the spurting Shudra Lund sent several jets of Thook deep into her waiting womb. I knew that there
was just too much Thook to be denied the chance of pregnancy.

Madar did become pregnant soon. Her white belly grew large with the baby. Papa still perhaps foolishly hoped
it was his, but I knew better. When Madar delivered her Bacha, it was very clearly non-Aryan and of
Negro-Dravidian origin, with a broad pug nose, thick slobbering lips and very black skin. Madar made the choice
even more difficult for Papa when she chose to lie and tell him that she had been raped by one of the Shudra
Goondas.

Papa loved Madar too much to leave her immediately. But the taunting from the mohalla became too much, and he
talaqed (divorced) her after some time. It was difficult for me, but I decided to stay with Madar because seeing
her with Ravana was the most erotic event in my life. Life became difficult when she had the bully move in with
us, but I adjusted.

The End

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