Adultery Mom's mystery (Completed)

[DPLover]

Hello bro DP_Lolver,

I very much liked the story and heartily thanking you for putting this nice efforts. A couple with art as an important ingredient of their life... Looks so devine and dedicated pursuit. But the natural instincts don't fade away in air of purity... So many of the friends of the dad gathering for mehfil has something more than pure artistic pursuit to be regular visitor. And that is to do with the mother of the house, smita... The smitting beauty..

NOT A GOOD THING

Especially if mother is sensual and feels that her sexual / romantic needs are not met.

A BIG TROUBLE FOR THE FAMILY STANDING ON THE VERGE OF INFEDILITY.

bro I request you to keep writing the way you are doing so far.... You are a highly skilled writer for sure.

>>Thank you for your honest feedback.
I will continue the story the way I have in my mind. You will find the connections and kinks for everyone's behavior, at least, I will try to make those links reasonable. 

Thanks again,
~DPLover

[Blue Bull]

Try to make it adultery not incest ............

[Saikarthik]

Nice one bro

[garamrohan]

Excellent update bro. Now only I realised what you said of links and connections of players and their behaviour in the game. It is surely not the 'A bangs B' story with just different situation and character. Its going to be a mysterious and an adventurous journey with very unsuitable person to pursue this quest - the son of the family. (Which adds more kink and taboos to story)

Just one suggestion about sons character. All other characters being mystic, can behave with contradiction over time. But it should not be the case with son. Does he get aroused by womanly beauty and sexuality or not should be clear. Please take care of that.

Once that is clear, we will know, having choosen second path of mystery resolution of his mother's sex life, if the boy will also seek some sexual arousal or he will remain only "Satyanveshi"

[Sexone]

Update???

[Coolamy_111]

Great narration buddy

[ghost19]

Good story

[Penetration]

Excellent story

[Papa Makichu]

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[sandy4hotgirls1]

Good going..make it very very naughty between mom n son..

[Papa Makichu]

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[DPLover]

 Recap-


Mrs. S's mystery.  (Didn't want to put actual name there, Mrs S too was obvious one actually, but I had decided to burn the diary once I derive conclusion)

Stats-
Breasts- 34 (85cm) (actual reading from her bra)
Waist- 30 (again actual one from her panty)
Hip?? - 36 may be. (My guess)
Height- 5'7"
Skin- wheatish, fair, non oily, soft.
Most attractive part- breast and rear (off course)

Hobbies- literature, playing piano in free time, being strict almost all the time (:-P)

Objective of study-
Find out Mrs. S's sexual advances, if any, outside her marriage.
And to find out her thought process behind it.

After I wrote that first page, I felt like I was on a lifetime adventure.

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Very next day, one of my friends was telling how he saw his mom changing after bath for the first time. 
He told that, she came out wrapped in a towel and was wearing her interested inside.
She threw the towel on bed and stood in front of mirror. Then she adjusted her panty at waist and then stretched the same by lifting the panty on her inner thigh side.
He was watching it from front side window and was mesmerized at the cleavage visible.
Then she adjusted her bra as well and he could get a glimpse of her areola. 
I got hard listening to that. I had seen his mom in one of college functions and immediately started imagining her doing the things he described.
He was new to this, so he was simply excited and thrilled. It was as if, one of the conditions to be the part of the group. And he was telling such incidence for the first time. As if, he was feeling that he has become a man by telling this.
Other friends who were usual at telling such stories immediately started asking him details like his mom's panty color, bra color, bra style...Was her skin still wet...Did she wear a saree or punjabi suit? Etc.
He was answering with all enthusiasm.
After every answer guys commented "woww...That is hot...That is sexy" etc. 
It was adding to my hardness. I believe, everyone was hard. The friend continued and told how she changed into a saree and how lovely she looked with just few sets of clothes and how even after her changing was complete, he could still feel that she is in her bra and panty. And after that how he shagged off by going to same bathroom where she took bath, using her used bra and panty. 
After that, one friend, who was senior in this kind of storytelling said,
"I know everyone is hard now."
Everyone laughed at that. 
He continued, "and I know the reason." Everyone made "ooooo" sound.
"The reason is....Everyone here was imagining his own mom in the story" 
Everyone laughed harder on that and hi-fived. I too joined unknowingly..But that comment made me think, rather do a self check on it.
Was it because I imagined my Mom in the story?  
I could not discard the possibility completely.
But it was difficult for me to accept that it was the only reason.
I was struggling with myself to come to terms with it. 
With those thoughts, when I came home, I was welcomed by Mom, who was in saree. It looked like she had come back from somewhere. She seemed happy.
I asked her, "have you been out somewhere?"
"Why, does it seem like that?"
"Yes Mom. And you look ....Fresh" 
Mom caressed my hair and said, 
"Yess I feel fresh today. " Saying this, she looked at mobile in her hand and read some message and smiled again.
I was curious as to whose message it might be. I guessed it was Chandra.
I came to my room and brought my diary out.
I wrote about my confusion during the storytelling happened in the college.
I wrote-

Day 2-
Felt hard while listening to a friend telling how he watched his mom change clothes.
Important point is, one other friend said, everyone listening to that was thinking of their own moms in that situation.
I really wondered would it be true for Mrs. S's son as well?

When I wrote that line, I had a realisation.
I should be looking even at my thoughts from third person view point. I also realised that, by doing that I could go one step ahead that my intended research topic. 
Do teenagers have a thing for their moms?
Or can that be influenced by the environment?

I was happy at that realisation.
It lessened the confusion, if not completely removed it.

I wrote ahead-

It could be true for him too. 
When he came home the next day his mom was in saree and very fresh and happy.
He took a nice look at her and understood that she was wearing a black bra within her maroon blouse and contrast orange color saree was looking ravishing on her. 

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I then hid the diary and went on to search mom. She was in her bedroom, lying on her stomach watching / reading something on phone.
When she realised I was in her room, she looked back without getting up. Just turned her torso to a side and looked at me.
I had already gone in third person view point and was looking at her blouse clad breast objectively. Her right breast was visible from where I stood and due to her pose. The pallu had drifted away and the pointy nipple area if blouse was kind of getting all the attention.
I made a note in my mind and continued to talk with her.
"I need your phone for few minutes"
(We were not allowed our own phones till we went to college)
She was little reluctant at giving me her phone.but still she gave it.
"Ok, give it back to me in 10-15 minutes.
And yes....No reading my personal messages"
This was first time she told me that specifically when giving me her phone.
"Okay mom, don't worry. I understand your privacy"
I said that and after having a last glance at her breast came back to my room.
I linked mom's whatsapp to browser, assuming she won't notice it.
I did not have any spying intentions, but still was curious as to whose message it was that made mom smile.
I tried to see but she probably deleted all the messages before giving the phone to me.
So I just kept the phone aside and started browsing something on internet aimlessly.
Suddenly there was a ping sound from laptop. I saw the whatsapp web blinking new message. It was from Chandra.
"Bhabhi, didn't you like your photos?"
I dared and typed, 
"Got deleted as My son came in room. Please send again."
"Oh, okay, will send"
Next moment 3 snaps came in that chat window.
I downloaded them on PC and deleted msgs.
Before deleting, I said
"Deleting messages now. Will talk later."
"Ok"
I wondered how mom was ok with someone clicking her sensuous pics, sending them to her and is still able ti chat with her.
Where is her strictness? 
Or is it really the charms of Chandra that even the most strict person like my mom got influenced? 

I then handed over the phone to mom and came to my room to check the photos in detail.

My third person view came in.
Mrs. S's son couldn't hold his curiosity.
He checked those photos and was hard looking at them. 
Those were the same photos taken by friend of his mom the other day.
She was bent with her saree pallu drifted away, cleavage clearly visible, black mole on her left breast upper part was visible too.
It was adding to his hardness. 
He repeatedly saw those photos and when it became unbearable, he went to bathroom. 

Friends storytelling, moms photos have had their effects and he came in no time.
He felt relieved at that. As if piled up tension of many days was gone.

--+
This third person view was my excuse for not having the guilt.
I understood it and was still convinced that it was the best way to continue my study without guilt getting in its way.

I ensured to hide the photos in a hidden folder and shut the laptop down.
I then dozed off soon.

When I woke up it was already 5 pm and tea time. mom came to my room with tea.
She kept the tray on table and as luck may have it, her pallu drifted away.
She was anyway cool as it was me who was in front of her. So she did not hurry at all to adjust her pallu.

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Mrs. S's son got a feast fir his eyes.
She was probably asleep in the noon and that made her hair dishhelved. 
That somehow added to hotness of her. 
Her cleavage was visible clearly to him.
He recalled the photos and there was a sparking similarity in the pose she was in.
Her black mole was 'Oh My God'....
He couldn't help but get hard again. 
It was good that he was sitting on his bed else his mom would have got a shock of her life.
She took her time to adjust the pallu and then sat besides him to have her tea.
She was usual in her behavior with him and so caressing his hair, patting his shoulder etc was common and normal for her.
He on the other hand was now feeling something different about those things.
She didn't get that exactly, but at least understood that something is off about her son. 

---+

I was split in two people. It was taking time fir me to adjust to that.
Mom didn't ask anything but she surely got that something was off. I had to make some excuse ready for that too.
But Mrs. S's son was happy.
He had got the photos to look at any time and was also having a first hand memory of his mom's bent show from up close.
He was sure to shah at that in the night.

TBC.

[Saikarthik]

Nice one

[Eswar P]

Really wonderful sir

[garamrohan]

Nice update... Eagerly waiting for next update..

[sandy4hotgirls1]

Keep going..plz keep mom for son's pleasure only

[Penetration]

Nice update

[santhu304]

Pls update

[Eswar P]

Please update

[DPLover]

Recap-

She took her time to adjust the pallu and then sat besides him to have her tea.
She was usual in her behavior with him and so caressing his hair, patting his shoulder etc was common and normal for her.
He on the other hand was now feeling something different about those things.
She didn't get that exactly, but at least understood that something is off about her son. 

---+

I was split in two people. It was taking time fir me to adjust to that.
Mom didn't ask anything but she surely got that something was off. I had to make some excuse ready for that too.
But Mrs. S's son was happy.
He had got the photos to look at any time and was also having a first hand memory of his mom's bent show from up close.
He was sure to shag at that in the night.



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After the tea, mom took the tray and left. 
I couldn't help but notice her swaying ass.
I was now looking everything from third person view and wondered why men must be mad for mom's or for that matter any woman's swaying ass?
I shrugged shoulders at that question at that point of time and got up.
After freshening up, I went to hall, sat on the sofa where Chandra had sat the other day.
Those memories quickly came by and I went in kind of a trance where I was observing mom's movements of the day, to find out any flicker of attraction towards Chandra. 
Chandra was charming, no doubt, but Mom was not that type to easily fall for someone.
So, I replayed that memory again and again to try to understand what could be going on in her mind. I could see some giggly, bubbly smile on her face when she slowly came back the second time with the tray and when her pallu drifted away. It was almost childlike giggle or teenager like to be more appropriate. She was simply enjoying the effect she was having on Chandra. 
Did I observe an experienced player there? 
I played the scene again. The first time she bent, she noticed chandra looking at her body lustily. Still she raised one eye brow just to ask him how did he like the show?
Next time the pallu drifted and she acted as if she didn't notice it the moment it happened. Third round was for bringing in snacks, which had additional sway to her ass. 
The photos being clicked was probably the real surprise for her and then her replies also went to next level one after another.
It all made sense. 
I thought of writing it down in diary.

My diary page read- 
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Mrs. S is probably in a hot game with this guy. 
Not sure if he is the first one as there seems a pattern and step by step increase in boldness, which is indication of ?
---

On the other hand,
I could see her chatting with Chandra and blushing on his comments. So, that was her real feminine aspect in action, I suppose.
I was interestingly confused about her different avatars. It was so thrilling have noticed certain points and I started admiring her for what she was, a sensuous mystery.
Was I ever going to solve it?
Did I really want to solve it? 
Or would it be rather better not to solve it, so as to enjoy it in its mysterious form?
These were the questions I had.

Soon there was a maifil in house.
This time, after a long gap, 3 female friends of dad also joined.
Till now, I had not given much thought about this, but given the current study of mine, I naturally started analyzing the scenario.
In my mind, I had started putting this as some kind of equation.
I later came to know that, actually the initial days of these maifils used to be with 4 couples, one of which was mom n dad.
Rest 3 couples used to be present each time in the beginning and then only one of the partners started coming.
So this time, it seems the ladies had decided to come.
(These couples do not play much role individually, hence not going to name them as such, to avoid too many characters and thereby confusing the readers)
Out of 3, 2 husband's also had come.
So, only 1 married lady had come alone this time.
When everyone came, mom started her usual hostess role and was serving drinks and food.
As the maifil progressed, I could see some glances being exchanged between 2 couples but with their opposite partners. They were also communicating something on their whatsapp and every now and then they looked up in their phones and used to smile at the content they read.
The lone lady started reading out some paragraph from a book she recently finished reading. It was little erotic in nature so mom signled me to go to my room. Surprisingly dad stopped me and made me sit near him. 
He was sitting diagonally opposite to the reading lady. I observed her and couldn't help but admire her beauty. I actually imagined her to be the mom changing dress in my friend's story. She fit perfectly in that.
She was wearing  offwhite saree, maroon sleeveless blouse. A hint of her cleavage was visible in spite of her pallu being in place. I liked her. Dad too was engrossed in listening to her reading. The 2 couples were also commenting something about how dad is totally engrossed. One moment, in her reading, she paused, looked at dad in some sensuous way, smiled just a little so as only dad could get it and continued reading.
The paragraph included some sensuous physical togetherness of the protagonist and his female partner. 
Mom tried to signal me to go to my room, but I didn't want to miss the action. 
Luckily dad noticed mom signalling me and he signled her that it's ok. I was relieved at that. It was a different feeling altogether.
Being treated like an adult and that too by your dad in front of your mom.
Usually, there are some taboo topics to be discussed between parents and their children, but dad allowed me to listen to that reading...That indicated that he could freely talk with me about that, even in front of mom. I felt little encouraged.
I immediately thought, if such a talk is possible, I would ask mom , may be indirectly, about her behavior the other day when Chandra had visited.
I was brought back to current time by my dad's elbow and I realized everyone, including mom, was clapping for the reading lady. She stood up to receive that applaud and I literally scanned her from top to bottom. She was tall, fair, beautiful, with a lovely figure. Her navel was clearly visible and man it was damn sexy. I felt like, I should be telling her story the next day to all my friends.
While she was sitting again, I could see little more of her fair cleavage. I was hot and hard as hell. The next moment, she sat near me. I was sandwiches between her and dad. Dad made me look at Chandra who was taking a photo of us. Dad kept his hand on her shoulder and brought her little more closer.
That way, her right boob was brushing on my left shoulder. My hardness knew no bound. After the photo, she patted me on my cheek and pinched it fondly. My eyes were inevitably on her cleavage. She was oblivious to that, but not my mom. I was going to have some difficult Q n A session with my mom later.
That maifil ended with my mom playing some songs on keyboard and I could see those couples, reading lady and dad exchanging some surprised glances about her saree. Her hair were not tied, saree was quite lose, the pallu singular, navel visible, blouse deep neck, about an inch of cleavage visible from the transparent pallu. 

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Mrs. S's son was hard watching his mom play like that in front of all. He was engrossed looking at her long hands and fingers. Her shoulder was visible from one side due to sleeveless blouse and he feasted on her soft skin. The smile on her face was genuine and he loved that. But there was also some kind of sensuous, sexy aura to which he got latched to. 
Once she was done playing, she too received the applaud and after that his dad brought her in for the photo. This time, he felt his mom's boob brush on his shoulder. He was on 7th cloud by that soft yet firm touch.
He couldn't help but feel jealous of his dad
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After that, Chandra took everyone's attention by playing one of the famous song. The song was famous among the ladies especially. So after he was done playing, all the ladies wanted a photo with him.
He stood in their group and dad started clicking photos on Chandra's Camera.
Dad was encouraging him and he took the chance and got his photo clicked separately with each of the lady.
When getting clicked with reading lady, he whispered something in her ears and she blushed.
He then kept one hand on her shoulder and other hand in between their bodies in such a way that he was almost touching her tummy beneath her pallu. 
He also did try the same with mom, but given nature of her transparent saree and single pallu, he was at risk of being caught.
So he didn't dare.
Instead, he got alone with mom in her study, under the pretext of helping her to keep the keyboard and the stand in its place.
Mom took the keyboard and he took the stand. When it was kept 8n it's place, mom sat on the bench in front of it. He sat besides her. I followed then unnoticed and was watching what he was doing.
He straight away went for mom's beautiful soft tummy and poked her navel.
He was saying something which I couldn't hear, but mom got up, dropped her pallu and kept her one On bench and bent towards him. He must have got a feast for his eyes. He was clever to click photos of mom.
He then asked mom to stand up and turn her back towards him. He took another couple of photos of her from back and came behind her.
Slid his both hands on her tummy, played with her navel and just for a fraction cupped both her boobs from above her blouse.
She slapped his hands away, turned and said something to him. Adjusted her pallu and left the room.

---+
Mrs.S 's son was horny as hell.
He knew he will get those photographs via whatsapp web, as he had not signed out the earlier connection.
He was looking forward for those pics.

TBC.