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Family Values 4 – Rajesh and his mother

Vivek was surprised when I told him about Shalini. He seemed more
stunned than angry.

"What do you want to do?" he asked me.

So I told him. I told him about how I needed Shalini and what I
intended to do with her husband and her. He listened with rapt
attention. He was clearly distraught at what he was hearing.

"This…this is not what I had expected", he said. "It was all done to
keep them in control, not to get them to want to stay like this. I
mean, this is all so confusing."

I sat him down, and pacified him. I was worried that things were not
going as I had intended. I thought he would have been happy. But
clearly, he never intended to keep his daughters as his slaves. We
talked, mostly I talked and he listened. I explained to him what
scared his daughters. I also explained to him why it was necessary for
them to have a puppeteer figure in their lives.

"What do I do?" he asked me. His eyes reflected the fear and
helplessness he felt inside.

"For the time being I suggest you do nothing, except with Shalini. I
will talk to Rajesh and see if he is conducive to the idea of being
controlled, which I think he is. Let's get the married and I will take
care of them after that."

"I don't know", he said.

"Leave it all to me", I urged him.

"I trust you. You are the only person I have trusted with this secret.
I trust you on this too. Please set this right."

I spent the next few days trailing Rajesh. He seemed like a regular
guy and I was almost giving up hope on this working. That was until
one night when I found myself on the roof of the building opposite the
apartment where he stayed. I was armed with a pair high-power
binocular, with night vision, and watching him at home. Things were
cool till his mother returned from work. Until then I was almost bored
and ready to give up, the sight of her stopped me because just one
word described her – HOT.

Even more interesting was Rajesh's reaction to his mother's return. He
was at the door in a jiffy. Interesting, he pulled his penis out
through the fly of his shorts before she opened the door. So he was
standing in front of her with his penis hanging out of his shorts.
They spoke as she took off her shoes, and then he went into the
kitchen, while she went into her bedroom. She has virtually ignored
the fact that he was "bared". Her window was facing me, but with the
curtains, I could see only her silhouette. She appeared to have a firm
and very interesting figure. Her shadow pulled on a nightdress and
moved around in the bedroom. I checked on Rajesh who had re-entered
the living room and was laying out the coffee, his penis still
dangling out of his shorts.

This was getting very intriguing and I wished I had a camera with me.

Rajesh stood up straight when his mother re-entered the room. She was
wearing a see-through, red nightie, with straps to hold it on her
shoulder. I felt my penis growing inside my underwear.

She stood in front of her as she drank her coffee. They were having a
conversation, and from time-to-time, she would slap his penis. The
entire thing was both erotic and funny at the same time. After a while
of questioning, she picked up the television remote and he moved
behind her. He stood with his penis resting on her shoulder. She would
reach up and stroke his penis from time-to-time. He stood motionless
behind her and watched television too. She would also, at intervals,
turn her head and either lick or suck on his head, at these times his
eyes would close in a grimace. I wondered if it was because he did not
like it, or whether there was another reason. The answer was clear
soon enough.

After maybe an hour of this he began to squirt, first on her shoulder,
and then he began spraying it around as his penis jumped violently,
squirting cum in every direction. I admired the fact that at no time
during the ejaculation, did he grab his penis; he was certainly well
trained. He seemed to apologize profusely to her and at the same time
licked up whatever he had squirted. He licked her shoulders, working
down to the top of her dress where a few drops had landed, and then
proceeded to her cheeks and jaws. Once he had cleaned her up he went
around to the front of her and got on all fours. She picked up a belt
from beside her seat and began to whack him on his ass. She showed no
mercy, as within no time his ass was bright red from her
administrations.

After she finished with him, he crawled under her dress and I assumed
he was licking at her cunt.

I continued to watch them till they turned in for the night. When they
didn't make any move to have sex in bed I left my perch. Things had
certainly become more interesting.

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