Mohini enters the bathroom for a shower, but that's when she remembers that she has to wash her hair. The old shampoo bottle was exhausted, so she had to go back to get the new bottle. She steps out of the bathroom and looks for the shampoo bottle around her bedside table. She found it in almost no time and, picks it up. She turned around to get back inside the bathroom. Before she could take another step, a muffled moan reverberates her eardrums.
Mohini is in her late forties and a wage slave. She goes to work nine to five and lives with her son, Kabir. She does make a lot of money and, hence she's hired a maid to do all the household chores. The maid is a dusky and very chubby woman. She has four children and is in her late thirties. She doesn't live with Mohini and Kabir but spends most of her time at their home. She comes in the morning around 7:00 and leaves around 9:00 or 9:30.
The muffled moan stems from the bedroom of Kabir once again. Mohini couldn't stop herself from checking it out. Draped in a towel, Mohini makes her way towards Kabir's bedroom on the sly. The bedroom's door was ajar, and Mohini discerns Kabir's bed vacillate. She had to reconstruct her position to get a clear picture.
Kabir was humping Savitri, the maid in missionary position. Both of them are still fully clothed, except for their genitalia exposed against each other. Mohini feels a concoction of emotions swamping her limbing system. She bears through arousal, excitement, annoyance, anger, and then disgusts the end of all.
'How could my innocent boy do such a thing with my maid?' She thinks.
Kabir had recently turned twenty-one-year-old. He is pursuing his graduation in mechanical engineering. These days all of his classes are taking place online; he never has to leave home.
“Please, go slow, ah, slow, please…” Savitri pleads.
'The mother who's given birth to four children, how could she possibly beg someone like Kabir to go slow. How big he is?' Mohini wonders, recognizing she's wet between the legs herself. She feels angry and disgusted and considers if she should obtrude and catch them in the act. The emotion of disgust was winning over all the others, by a very minute margin against the anger.
Mohini stands still indecisively, palpitating between the legs.
To be continued, seemingly in private.