Mom vs Investors

It was 10 PM in the meeting room, where I found myself witnessing a scene that was both shocking and intriguing. The room was filled with a tense atmosphere, as four rich investors - Khan brothers, waited anxiously for the founder of the startup to make her pitch. The door opened, and in walked my 44 years old mother, Sonali Chauhan, with confidence.

My mother's presence immediately commanded attention. She moved with a deliberate grace, her eyes sparkling with a mixture of determination and a hint of nervousness that only I seemed to notice. She addressed the investors, her voice surprisingly steady despite the circumstances.

"Gentlemen," she began, "thank you for taking the time to consider my proposal. I know you have many options, but I believe my startup offers something truly unique." She launched into her presentation, outlining her business plan with passion and precision.

I watched, a knot forming in my stomach. My mother had always been a strong, independent woman, but I couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. There was a desperation in her eyes, a vulnerability she usually kept hidden.

2 years back, everything was in place. My father used to run one of the biggest digital marketing agency in the country. My mother was CTO there. I was living the best life possible. Until one day, when my mother caught my father banging his secretary.

He abandoned us and started to live with his secretary. My mother resigned with a motive to seek revenge on them. She started to work on her dream project, her new startup - DIGIMARKET

It was about a subscription based software, that will enable the companies to directly market their products to target customers without the need of any agency. She started that with all the money she had. But till date, it has not made any profits.

After facing continuous losses, now only these investors are ready to provide her the money, but with some other expectations that they already discussed with her on the phone.

I don't know what exactly did they discuss over phone, but I know one thing for sure that my mother is very desperate to defeat my father and is ready to pay whatever price it takes.

As the presentation concluded, a silence fell over the room. The investors exchanged glances, their expressions unreadable. Karim Khan, the eldest of the group, spoke first.

"Ms. Chauhan," he said, his voice deep and resonant, "your ideas are... unconventional, to say the least. But we are intrigued. However, we have certain expectations. And I think you quite know about it."

Mom's smile faltered slightly, but she maintained her composure. "I understand, Mr. Khan. I am willing to do whatever it takes to secure this investment."

That's when the atmosphere in the room shifted. A palpable tension filled the air, a sense of anticipation that made my skin crawl. I knew how this world works and I knew, with a sickening certainty, that whatever was about to happen would change everything.

The air thickened with unspoken words, heavy with the weight of the investors' expectations and my mother's desperate ambition. Karim Khan leaned forward, his eyes gleaming with a predatory light. "'Whatever it takes,' you say, Ms. Chauhan? Those are powerful words." He paused, letting the silence amplify his statement. "We believe in... immersive presentations, Ms. Chauhan. Demonstrations of commitment. Are you willing to show us how dedicated you are to this venture?"

Sonali's face paled slightly, but she held his gaze. "I am," she said, her voice barely a whisper, yet resonating with a steely resolve that both impressed and terrified me.

Karim Khan nodded slowly, a cruel smile spreading across his face. He clapped his hands, and a small Bluetooth speaker on the table sputtered to life, filling the room with the pulsating beat of an Indian item song : 'Fevicol se'. My blood ran cold. This was not a business meeting anymore. This was... something else entirely.

Mom took a deep breath, her shoulders squared. She looked at me, a flicker of shame crossing her face before it hardened into a mask of determination. She began to move, her body swaying subtly to the music. It started innocently enough, a gentle sway of the hips, a subtle tilt of the head. But as the music intensified, her movements became more pronounced, more deliberate.

She had lust in her expressions and her thumkas (steps). My breath hitched in my throat. I wanted to look away, to run from the room, but I was frozen in place, a horrified spectator to my mother's descent. I knew she was a great dancer, but i never expected to watch something like this in my entire life.

The sari, a symbol of her respectability and tradition, began to unravel, revealing glimpses of her smooth, tanned skin. Her chubby navel came into the view. Her movements became more fluid, her eyes locking onto each of the investors in turn, a silent invitation in their depths. The men watched, their eyes like burning coals, their expressions a mixture of lust and anticipation.

Taking the green pallu of her sari, she began to tease, letting it slide down her arms, across her chest, before finally letting it fall to the floor. Underneath, she wore a shimmering gold blouse that barely contained her ample 36C breasts. They were heavy and juicy. Her nipples can be traced easily, as she has not worn her bra underneath.

The music reached a fever pitch, and my mother's movements became more frenzied, more provocative. She was no longer the confident businesswoman I knew; she was transformed into a performer, a seductress, a desperate woman willing to sacrifice everything for her dream.

Then the lyrics of 'Aaj Ki Raat' filled the air, its sensual rhythm setting the tone for the obscene dance that unfolded before me. Her hips gyrated to the beat, her hands tracing the curves of her body with an erotic grace that had the investors leaning in, their eyes glued to her every move. The gold blouse clung to her sweat-dampened skin, her breasts jiggling with each thrust of her chest, the areolae visible through the thin fabric.

Mom's dance grew bolder, more seductive. Her hands slithered to her blouse, her fingers deftly untying the knot at the back. With a dramatic flourish, she let it drop to the floor. The investors' breathing grew heavy, their eyes feasting on the sight of her bare breasts, the nipples stiff with excitement. She started shaking her juicy pair of tits on the beat.

Her hand moved down to her waist, where the emerald green peticoat was tied. With a swift tug, she undid it, letting the garment slide down her hips. She stepped out of it, revealing the matching green panty she wore underneath. The material clung to her round ass and thick thighs, accentuating her curves in the most tantalizing way.

The moment the bass dropped for 'Bum diggy diggy bum', the air in the room seemed to electrify. The investors' eyes grew wider, their jaws slackening as they watched her. Mom's hands went to her hips, her fingers playing with the waistline of her panty. She took a deep breath, and then, as the lyrics demanded, she began to shake her ass, her movements so mesmerizing that it was as if she had become one with the beat.

Her panty, already soaked from the exertion and anticipation, slipped down her thighs with ease. She stepped out of them, leaving herself bare to the four pairs of eyes that hungrily devoured her. She was naked, her pink pussy trimmed neatly, glistening with excitement. The room was so quiet that the only sound was the thumping of the music and the occasional clink of ice in their whiskey glasses.

Mom's dance grew even more obscene as she began to twerk, her size 40 ass jiggling like jelly. The investors leaned forward, their eyes glued to the hypnotic motion of her flesh. Each cheek bounced in a mesmerizing rhythm, the crevice between them deep and inviting. Her movements grew bolder, more brazen, as if she were trying to prove something to herself, to the men, and perhaps to the memory of my father.

With a flick of his fingers, Karim Khan beckoned her closer. She stepped forward, the music guiding her every move, her eyes never leaving his. As she approached, the scent of her arousal filled the air, a musky, sweet aroma that seemed to intoxicate the men.

Rashid, couldn't resist anymore. He reached out and grabbed her hips, pulling her closer to him. She straddled his lap, her bare boobs pressing against his chest, her hardened nipples leaving damp spots on his shirt. He groaned, his hands roaming up her back. He started kissing her while molesting her butt.

Rashid's kisses grew more fervent, his tongue delving into her mouth, tasting the desperation and the faint mint of her toothpaste. His hands gripped her ass tightly, his thumbs grazing the soft skin around her pussy. She let out a muffled moan, her body responding despite herself.

Salman and Javed, equally aroused by the show, stepped closer. They didn't waste any time and started to undo their own pants. My mother looked at them with a mix of fear and determination, her eyes reflecting the understanding of what was about to happen.

Salman pulled out his cock, which was already standing at full attention, thick and veiny. He grabbed her head and forced it down, pushing his cock into her mouth. She took it in, her eyes watering slightly as she tried to adjust to the size. Javed followed suit, his own erection bobbing in front of her face as he waited his turn.

Mom's hands roamed over their chests, her fingers playing with their nipples as she switched between the two, sucking and licking with a newfound fervor. The men's grunts and moans grew louder, filling the room with a primal symphony that seemed to drive her own arousal higher.

Rashid, unable to wait any longer, positioned himself behind her, his breath hot on her neck as he whispered something in her ear that made her shiver. He reached down, his hand finding her wetness. With a swift thrust, he buried his cock deep inside her pussy, her walls stretching to accommodate his size. She moaned around the cocks in her mouth, the sensation overwhelming as she was filled from both ends.

Her dance had turned into a grind against Rashid's lap, her hips moving in a carnivorous rhythm that matched his strokes. She was no longer in control, a mere plaything for their desires. As Rashid fucked her, she took turns deep-throating Salman and Javed, her cheeks hollowing with each bob of her head. Rashid khan was sucking her boobs also.

But amidst this depraved scene, Karim Khan's eyes remained on me. They were cold, calculating, as if he was assessing the worth of the next item on the menu. His gaze sent shivers down my spine, a silent challenge that I couldn't ignore. He leaned back in his chair, his cock still in his pants, but the bulge was unmistakable.

With a smirk, Karim unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants. His cock sprang out, long and thick. He stroked it slowly, never breaking eye contact with me. Then he gestured to my mother, who paused, the music seeming to fade into the background.

Mom turned, her eyes wide with a mix of fear and anticipation. Karim grabbed her by the waist, lifting her off Rashid's lap and onto the table. Her legs dangled over the edge, her sexy buttocks up in the air. Karim positioned himself behind her, his cock brushing against her virgin asshole.

With a wicked smile, he lubricated her anus with her own juices and the precum from his cock. He took a deep breath and pushed, the head of his cock breaching the tight ring of muscle. She gasped, her eyes squeezing shut, as he filled her completely. Rashid took advantage of her distraction and shoved his cock back into her pussy, setting a brutal pace that had her moaning around Salman's cock.

Javed Khan, eager to claim his prize, stepped forward and repositioned himself. He pulled her closer to the edge of the table, his cock pointing straight at her generous breasts. He grabbed her by the chin, tilting her head back so she could watch as he pressed the tip of his erection against her left nipple. "Open your eyes and start doing your job," he ordered, his voice gruff with lust.

My mother, her breath coming in ragged gasps, complied. She stared up at him, her pupils dilated with a mix of fear and excitement. Her eyes never left his as she took his cock in her hand, her palm slick with the sweat that coated her skin. She began to rub the length of his shaft with her breasts, the friction causing her nipples to tighten further.

Javed's eyes rolled back in his head, a grunt of pleasure escaping his lips. He reached out and grabbed her right breast, squeezing it hard. Her moan was muffled by Salman's cock, but the vibration of her voice was unmistakable. He took that as his cue, pushing his cock into her cleavage and fucking her tits with a fervor that had her entire body quivering.

The room was a blur of flesh and sweat, the air thick with the scent of sex and desire. The investors had fully claimed my mother, using her body to satisfy their own depraved whims. But she wasn't just a passive participant; she was actively encouraging them, pushing back against their thrusts, her hips moving in a rhythm.

As Rashid and Karim pounded into her, she took Salman's and Javed's cocks in hand, stroking them in time with their frenzied pace. Her eyes, though glazed with passion, flicked towards me, seeking... what? Approval? Understanding? I couldn't tell. All I knew was that this was wrong, and yet I felt a strange, dark arousal building within me, watching her like this.

The music reached a crescendo, and so did the men. Rashid's hips stuttered, his cock pulsing as he came deep inside her, filling her pussy with hot cum. Karim followed suit, his grip on her hips tightening as he buried himself to the hilt in her ass, his seed spurting out in powerful jets.

Mom's body convulsed, a silent scream etched on her face, as she climaxed around their cocks. Her walls tightened, milking them both for every last drop, her body trembling with the intensity of her release. Salman and Javed watched, their own orgasms approaching, their cocks twitching in her hand.

With a final thrust, they pulled out, their cum spurting onto her face and tits. She gasped for air, her makeup smudged, her hair a wild mess around her face. Yet, she looked... satisfied? It was a look I'd never seen before, one that sent a strange cocktail of emotions coursing through me.

The room grew still, the silence deafening after the cacophony of passion and power. The investors straightened their clothes, their expressions a mix of smug satisfaction and cold calculation. My mother remained on the table, naked and exposed, her breathing heavy and ragged.

Their eyes flicked to me, and the tension grew stronger. It was as if they were waiting for my reaction, eager to see if I would crumble under the weight of what I had just witnessed. But I felt something else stirring within me, something dark and confusing.

Karim spoke up, his voice thick with satisfaction. "Well, Ms. Chauhan," he said, zipping up his pants, "I think we have an understanding now, don't we?" His eyes bore into hers, and she nodded, a single tear rolling down her cheek. "The investment will be wired to your account tomorrow with a deal to become profitable in the next year. Or else you will have to payback our money with 20 percent interest." Saying this, he spanked her left bum.

The investors began to leave the room one by one, their eyes lingering on her sprawled figure. As they left, they tossed their business cards on the table, each card fluttering down like a silent declaration of their claim on her body. The last to go was Karim. He paused, his gaze lingering on me. "Your mother is quite the performer," he said with a smug smile. "I look forward to seeing what else she has to offer."

The door clicked shut behind them, leaving us alone in the stark silence. I stared at my mother, unable to find the words to express the tumult of emotions roiling within me. She pushed herself off the table, her body trembling slightly as she gathered her scattered garments. Her eyes met mine, and for a moment, I saw a flicker of something that looked like regret, but it was quickly replaced by a steely resolve.

"Don't judge me, Raj," she said, her voice shaking as she slid into her panties and blouse. "This is what it takes to win in this world. Your father left us with nothing. This... this was the only way. And if he can cheat on me, then I can too."

Her words were like a slap in the face. I knew she was right; the business world was cutthroat, especially for a woman seeking vengeance against her unfaithful ex-husband. But seeing her like this, used and objectified by those men, it was too much to process.

She quickly dressed herself, her movements sharp and efficient, as if trying to erase the memory of what had just transpired. She took their business cards from the table and put them inside her purse. She looked at me, her eyes searching for something, but all I could give her was a numb nod.

As we stepped out of the room, the reality of what had happened hit me like a ton of bricks. The hallway was cold, the fluorescent lights buzzing overhead, and my mind was a whirlwind of thoughts. Mom walked with her head held high, her shoulders straight, as if she had just closed the deal of the century. But I knew better. I knew the price she had paid was much higher than the sum of their investment.