Slave to My Indian Maid Ch. 16 - Sex Stories

Slave to My Indian Maid Ch. 16

... told youbaba was just being a teenage boy, full of hormones."

I could make out that my maid was choosing her words very carefully. Rashida was smart ... I think she suddenly had an inkling of where my mother was going with this, so she wanted to play safe. I was also listening with rapt attention.

"But I was worried about him." My mother said. "He was hanging out with the wrong crowd ... and his marks were going down ... and he was making those filthy drawings."

"I remember you saying,memsaab," Rashida nodded. "He was not listening to you and was on the wrong track. You were worried about how he was turning out as a teenager."

"We, my husband and I, had always spoilt him." My mother confessed. "We had three daughters before Tarek. And even Tarek ... there is almost 15 years between him and Tania. A surprise child, really! When Tarek was ten, all his sisters were married. He practically grew up here as the only child ... and all of us spoilt him. I could never say no to him."

"Yes,memsaab," Rashida interjected. "Boys like Tarek need a strong woman to take him in hand and keep him in line. Usually the mother, or an aunt, has to do it."

Oh, so many times had Rashida told me this!

"I remember you telling me that ... same thing ... many times, as Tarek was growing up here." My mother said in a soft voice. "Boys like Tarek ... he needs a strong woman to take him in hand and keep him in line. You wanted me to be stricter with him. Punish him. I could never do ...

... it, Rashida."

Once again there was silence, before my mother spoke.

"You are quite fond of Tarek, aren't you, Rashida?" She asked.

"Of course,memsaab!" Rashia answered. "He practically grew up in my lap!"

Oh, how often I had been ordered to sit, naked, on her lap, after a thorough spanking!

"I always looked at you, Rashida, as Tarek's second mother." My mother said. "Rashida, you played an equal part bringing up him, even as I remained busy with my work, and his father with the business. We are older too ... when we had Tarek, so we depended on you more than ever. Today, if Tarek is successful, you have a major role to play, Rashida. I genuinely think you were more of a mother to him than I!"

"Oh, no,memsaab.Ki je bollen apni! What are you saying!" Rashida was modest. "I am just a mere old maid servant,memsaab. It is your big heart that you treat me like family. I know Tarek ...baba ... is affectionate of me and all, but growing up, I am just a maid,memsaab. I am someone who made his bed, tidied up his room, washed his clothes, cooked his food, and cleaned his toilet. You are his mother,memsaab."

"No, no, Rashida. You ARE family." My mother insisted. Then she looked straight at Rashida and said, quite firmly, "You are Tarek's second mother. Youalso know this, I know."

Once again, there was an awkward pause. And then my mother continued.

"That day, five years ago, when I had received a call from Ms. Patel about Tarek's behaviour in the class ... you ...