Slave to My Indian Maid Ch. 16 - Sex Stories

Slave to My Indian Maid Ch. 16

... second mother,memsaab. I am just a maid, who is doing her duty for herbaba. I lovebaba,memsaab, and whatever I do, is for his good."

There. Rashida finally acknowledged to my mother what my mother had been hinting. Now it was known to my mother that Rashida HAD taken an interest in "keeping me in line". She was "doing her duty".

My mother smiled.

"Today," My mother commented with some pride in her voice, "My son graduated magna-cum-laude and top of his class. His career is set - he can help his father with his business. If he had wanted to go anywhere for higher studies, he would be accepted at all major American universities. And a big part of this is because of you, Rashida."

Again, there was a bit of a pause, before again Rashida commenting, "Memsaab. If you say so. I am just a maid in this house, and I know my place." I heard the scrape of a chair. My mother must have leaned forward.

"Rashida, I will be sending you with Tarek to Delhi. You will be with him in his new apartment. This is because of all the people in the world, I trustyou to be with Tarek. To make sure he is always on the right track. To keep him in line."

"Memsaab. I will not disappoint you." Rashida replied. "I will do my best. You know I am quite fond ofbaba too. I will make sure he is focused on the business, and he does not get into anything unsavoury in Delhi."

"Tell me, Rashida." My mother asked, a note of curiosity in her voice. "How exactly ... did you ... discipline ... my ...

... son? Keep him in line? I mean ... I, as a mother, could not bring myself to do it, but you ... you are a maid. And yet ..."

"Memsaab." Rashida answered. "Do you really want me to tell you? I mean, it will be embarrassing forbaba. Why not just let it be?"

"Yes ... yes ... but I also want to know." My mother insisted, albeit somewhat hesitantly. "I didn't ask all these years because I was afraid. But now ... he is going to Delhi, and he is all grown up, so he must not need any discipline anymore. So, this is why ... I waited until now. Tell me, Rashida."

I heard Rashida take a deep breath. I was scared ... what was she going to tell my mother? She must give my mothersomething ... but she cannot reveal the full extent of it!

"After his English teacher had complained, I once walked in on Tarek." Rashida admitted. "He was masturbating. His pants were down, he was naked, he had hisnunu in his hand, and he was fantasizing about his teacher!"

And you, Rashida.

"Oh no!" My mother must have made a disgusting face. "It's so disgusting. And he was not too discreet at all! I knew whenever he was going to his room ... what he was up to!"

I groaned. It's one thing to be caught masturbating, but to know that your mother knows ...

"Memsaab, I told him that exactly." Rashida answered. "It's disgusting, it's vulgar, and it's shameful. He should not be doing it. There were ladies in the house ... of his own family ... and us maids! And then ... I gave him a goodkaan dola. A ...