Adultery My Shy Mom Seduced And Fucked by Sir Suresh

[nadia]

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01. My Mom - Mrs. Sunita Arvind Mehta – Mother, a my mom. Stats 38 - 32 - 44 inches.

02. My father - Mr. Arvind Kumar Mehta, 45 years of age working at a shipping company and travels most of the time.

03. Rajeev Arvind Mehta - Me

04. Mr. Suresh Patel - my father's senior workmate , 50 years. Very successful than my dad.


Below are the real photos of my mom.




Hello my name is Rajeev Gupta. I am here to day to narrate a story that even today when I'm writing, chills are
running down my spine just thinking about how things unfolded that day. My dad, mom and I live in Pune. We shifted
to Pune from Gujarat just months ago and we loved it here.

My mom and dad were happy together. Even though my dad frequently travelled, my mom and him maintained their
relationship perfectly. When dad travelled, he used to be away for about 3 to 4 months or worst 5 months but when
he came. He used to jump on my mom and at night I used to hear him bang her hard.

To describe my mom, she was made with a touch of art. Her body radiates even when she doesn't apply make up. Her 
face is always marked with a smile whenever you see her. Her packed boobs, intoxicating eyes, luscious lips, slim
waists and her broad juicy ass qualifies her as a queen.

At college when she used to pick me, plenty of men, even the fathers of other kids used to gaze at my mom with awe.
I remember my English teacher asking me one day, "Rajeev, is that your mom?" and I replied "Yes Mr. Agarwal, why
 you ask?" "No, she just looks awesome"

From that day, I knew my mom was causing headache to all men in the streets, at college & even at when she visits the grocery. However, due to the constant attraction from other men,my mom never had an attraction to another man. 

She sustained her chastity and her conservatism. A lot of men even my English teacher tried to seduce her but she never allowed such thing to happen. She remained loyal to my dad only and that is one thing I adored about her. The same thing was with my dad. 

He cherished my mom and he loved her so much. Even due to his workaholic nature, he didn't have time to look at any other woman, but he only had his eyes at my mom. The way my mom was pious, it was impossible for a man to seduce her and for her to fall for another man.

Now back to the story, a week after my dad travelled back to work, it was only me and mom in the house. Our house was not that big; one kitchen, two bedrooms (one for mom and dad, and one for me), a sitting room and finally a guest room.

However, since the house was not that big, it felt big especially for my mom due to her loneliness. Nonetheless, she was getting used to the loneliness. The days stretch on, her footsteps echoing in the silence, and the constant hum of the clock is a reminder of the solitude. 

She keeps busy—cleaning, organizing, or reading—but none of it fills the gap left by his absence. Sometimes, she watches old movies or calls friends, just to hear a familiar voice. Yet, despite the loneliness, she never entertains thoughts of cheating. Her love for Dad remains unwavering, a steady anchor that keeps her grounded, even in the stillness of the house.

I used to see her many days before she goes out she ensured that her saree was fitting enough but she ensured also that her saree wasn't showing enough of her skin. She gazed at the mirror, turning sideways checking her ever growing ass and her firm boobs.

Maybe she thought to herself, "All this fleshy body bestowed upon me but no one to use it or appreciate it". Perhaps a woman needs to feel appreciated, showed with praises and comments so that she can feel alive but mom was lacking that.

She tried to call my dad through the phone many times at night but when dad received her call, he used to praise her a little then he says "I love you baby, I need to sleep right now, today was a really hectic, I need time to rest, I will call you in the morning"

Then mom would reply, "Ok my love I understand" then she hangs up. Mom then wore a sad look on her face as she places the phone on her bed. Then she heads off to the drawer and pulls out a cucumber. At that time I never knew why women at the market used to buy packs of cucumber.

But in those lonely days, I used to see my mom using the cucumber to push it inside her pussy and letting it go in and out a couple of time. I was not really shocked by this behaviour of my mom giving herself some self love due to the absence of my dad.


For a hot curvy woman like my mom, they always get horny because no one is using their body so they use it themselves. I knew my mom really wanted a man but the man she wanted was far away and was coming after 5 months.


Now after the first week, I woke up in the bright morning, went to the bathroom to pee and as usual as I passed across the kitchen, my mom was already up and cooking breakfast. She seemed not happy but at least she always put up a smile on her face. I think the continual absence of my dad has taken a huge toll on her.


While we were eating breakfast, she received a call and I guessed it was dad who was calling her. In her phone contact list, she never saved a lot of people, just dad and her relatives.


Mom - Hello bby, how are you doing

Dad - (Mom kept the phone on loudspeaker) Hello my love, I am fine, just called to check up on you. How is Rajeev doing

Me - (Replying over) I am fine dad, we are just taking breakfast, we miss you and mom also misses you

Dad - (I could see a cheeky smile over mom's face) Oooh I know, you two are my life. I love you guys so much


I finished taking my breakfast and I took the dishes towards the kitchen. As I returned I heard dad telling mom that one of his workmates, Suresh Patel, was going to visit because he had some errands here to meet.


Mom - Uumhh ok but will he be spending nights at our house?

Dad - No, no of course not my love, he will just come to see you guys. I already told him where we live. When he comes, just welcome him. He will come today but he will be staying at a nearby hotel.

Mom - (Mom not sure about this) Well....uuummhh ook 

Dad - Ok my love, I have to hang up. I will call  you later

Mom - But... but....


There was a look of confusion on mom's face. It seemed that she was in some deep thoughts maybe because it was awkward for her to the visitation of another man in our house when my dad was away.
I asked mom

Me - What's up mom? What did dad say?

Mom - (She didn't answer, she was still in deep thoughts)

Me - Mom! (I patted her shoulder)

Mom - (Startled) Ooh sorry beta, it's just that you dad said that his senior workmate was going to visit us today

Me - Ooh really? Who?

Mom - He said his name was Su..Suresh....I don't remember his second name but he just said that he was his workmate and that he would love us to welcome him for a cup of tea and get to meet him

Me - Ooh that's good mom. 

Mom - Yeah (She was uncertain with this answer)

Me - What mom? You seem to be in deep thoughts, 

Mom - Well, it's just that.....(Rubbing her for head with her fingers)

Me - What mom say it.....

Mom - It's a bit awkward don't you think?

Me - In what way mom?

Mom - Normally we have visitors when your dad is at home

Me - Ooh don't worry mom, we never met that Suresh person, maybe he is a nice person.

Mom - (Feeling a little comfortable) Well, you might be right.


That evening, we heard a knock at the door. My mother, always the gracious host, looked up from her knitting and said, “Could you get that, dear?” I opened the door to find Suresh Patel standing there, a friendly smile on his face. He was a family friend, someone my dad had known for years, but I had never met him before. He was charming, with an easy confidence that made him instantly likable.

“Good evening Rajeev, how are you doing. Is your mom home?” he asked, his eyes sparkling with curiosity. I questioned as to why he suddenly asked about my mom.

I nodded and called for her. My mom, who had been lost in her thoughts again, quickly composed herself and walked into the living room. Dressed in a simple but elegant saree that accentuated her curves, she looked radiant. The fabric hugged her waist beautifully which exposed her juicy ass more, and I could see Suresh's eyes widen as he took in her figure.

“Hello, Mrs. Mehta,” he said, his voice smooth and inviting. “I hope I’m not interrupting anything.”

“Not at all, Mr. Suresh, we were actually expecting you. My husband told me about you” she replied, "come in" her cheeks flushing slightly. 

Ooh that's right, he also told me about you", Suresh said which was greeted with mom's smile. Mom helped him with the with his suitcase and she walked and guided him towards the sitting room. I saw Suresh's lustful eyes gaze at my mom's
soft jiggly ass. Guys, my mom's ass was made with perfection. It had a lot of meat, fleshy and bouncy and whenever she walked, I was sure it would have torn her panties because her bubbly ass was incredibly firm.


Mom placed Sureh's luggage just at the edge of the sofa “Would you like some tea?” Mom asked Suresh who was still gazing at her features.

“Tea sounds perfect,” he said, his gaze lingering on her as she moved toward the kitchen.

As she prepared the tea, Suresh casually leaned against the wall, watching her every move. When mom was cooking tea, her firm ass was moving faintly but even from where I was sitting in the sitting room, someone could say that her ass was big enough to make any man happy. My mom, shy and reserved, tried to focus on making the perfect cup, but she could feel his eyes on her. When she turned to serve him, I noticed her hands tremble slightly as she handed him the steaming cup.

“Thank you,” he said, taking a sip and savoring the flavor. “This is amazing, just like you.”

My mother’s face turned a deeper shade of red, and she looked down, flattered yet flustered by the compliment. Suresh, sensing her shyness, leaned in a little closer, his voice dropping to a playful whisper. “You know, it’s not just the tea that’s warming me up tonight.”

I could see my mom’s heart race as she tried to maintain her composure. She was a traditional woman, raised with values that made her cautious around men, especially those with a mischievous glint in their eyes like Suresh. But even though she was traditionally bought up, her intoxicating body, and those breasts made her look like she was outside of conservative norms.

As she turned to walk back to the kitchen, Suresh’s gaze followed her, mesmerized by the way her saree hugged her curves, accentuating her curvy waist and the gentle sway of her hips. He couldn’t help but admire the way her figure moved with such grace.

“Wow,” he muttered under his breath, unable to hide his admiration.

My mom, oblivious to his gaze, returned with a plate of snacks, her shyness still evident. “I hope you like these,” she said, placing them on the table.

Suresh took a bite and grinned. “Delicious! Just like you,” he teased, making her blush even more. "Thank you Mr. Suresh."


I was still in the sitting room but playing a video game which Suresh bought me while mom and him sat opposite each other and kept talking. While they conversed, Suresh's gaze constantly panned across those two mountain-shaped 
pair of mom's breasts. Mom noticed this and it prompted her to momentarily adjust her saree so that it could cover her breasts but it was to no avail. Why? Because her boobs were big. Mom cursed herself for not wearing enough clothes to
cover her vital parts: breasts, belly button, and her big ass.

The evening continued with light conversation, but I could sense the chemistry building between them and yet it was just the first day we were meeting with him, despite my mom’s attempts to remain reserved. Suresh’s playful nature brought out a side of her that was both endearing and unexpected.

As the night wore on, I could see my mom relaxing a little, her laughter ringing through the room. 

And though she tried to hide it, I could tell that she was enjoying the attention from Suresh, who was clearly captivated by her beauty.

Eventually, the time came for Suresh to leave. As he stood up, he gave my mom one last lingering look, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “I hope to see you again tomorrow, Mrs. Mehta. You’ve made this evening unforgettable.”

My mom smiled shyly, her heart fluttering as she bid him goodbye. As he walked away, I caught him glancing back one last time, a playful grin on his face as he admired the beauty that had left a lasting impression on him.

In that moment, I realized that even the shyest hearts could be awakened by the right kind of attention, and perhaps, just perhaps, my mom was ready to embrace a little more adventure in her life.

"Bye Rajeev, see you tomorrow, I have a surprise for you", he told me. "What surprise Sir?", I queried. "Nop, I won't tell you now, that's why it's called a surprise and also one for your nice mom for cooking such a delightful tea" 

Mom was in awe as he uttered those words. From the look of her face, it was evident that her heart melted even though she didn't show her charmed reaction. 

As he left, mom closed the door behind him and as soon she did so, she ran to the window to see him walking away. I question as to why my mom was peeking at the window secretly looking at a man she just met today. So I decided to find out. I walked over to the other window and peeked and we saw him entering his car. I and mom didn't notice that he came with a car. Suresh seemed to be a wealthy man. I also learned that he was divorced from the discussion he had with mom earlier.

"Suresh looks wealthy mom, right?", I asked her. She was sitting on the sofa after walking back from the window and from the look on her face, it seemed that she was beguiled by something. "Mom!, are you listening", I said. "Ooh Beta, sorry, I....I... ooh what were you asking again?"

"That Suresh Sir appears to be a wealthy man, right?" I asked. "Ooh yeah yeah, he is. You know he is works with your dad but he is more senior than him that's why he is rich and also a nice person." 

From how I evaluated her response, it was not normal for her to complement another man. Actually, this was the first time I'm hearing from her mouth. Something in Suresh was making her charmed and I didn't understand why. Was it because all the time he was with mom, he kept praising her body, her snacks and tea?"

I didn't care because at the back of my mind I knew my mom even if she thought about him, I didn't take it too serious that she would like another man in the first day they meet. But I was sure that mom was a huge lover of compliments. She adores complements just like any other woman but her's is way much higher. It looks like compliments turns her on and that is exactly what she got from Suresh: compliments.

The next day, we expected Suresh to come home again and meet us............ STAY TUNED FOR THE  NEXT PART!!!

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CONTINUATION.............




The next morning, I was jolted awake by the sound of laughter coming from the living room. Curious, I tiptoed out of my room and found Suresh sitting on the couch, animatedly chatting with my mom. She was laughing, her cheeks flushed with a warmth I hadn’t seen in a long time. I thought to myself, he came to our house already?

“Good morning!” Suresh called out, noticing me. “I hope you’re ready for an adventure today!”

“What do you mean?” I asked, still rubbing the sleep from my eyes.

“I’ve got a surprise for both of you!” He grinned, clearly excited. “I thought we could go out for breakfast and then do a little shopping. Mrs. Mehta, I even brought you something special.” Mom was astonished by this, she yelped, "Ooh really?"

With that, he pulled out a beautifully wrapped package from behind the couch. My mom’s eyes widened, and she hesitated as he handed it to her. “Oh, Suresh, you shouldn’t have,” she said, her voice a mix of surprise and discomfort.

“Just open it!” he urged, his enthusiasm infectious.

Mom carefully unwrapped the package, her hands trembling from the guilt of receiving a gift from another man, she took out and revealed a stunning saree in vibrant hues of deep blue and gold. It was elegant yet daring, designed to accentuate curves. But as she held it up, a wave of hesitation washed over her. “I can’t accept this. It’s… it’s not right for another man to buy me clothes,” she stammered, her cheeks flushing again.

Suresh stepped closer, his tone softening. “Mrs. Mehta, it’s just a saree. Think of it as a token of friendship. You deserve to feel beautiful.”

After a moment’s pause, my mom sighed, the allure of the saree too tempting to resist. “Alright, but just this once,” she finally relented, her voice barely above a whisper. "Go get dressed Mrs Mehta", Suresh instructed her. Mom woke up and headed off to her bedroom. Her bouncy ass was dancing inside her saree and from the look of her ass, it was clear that she wasn't wearing a panty. Suresh glued his eyes on her big ass until mom disappeared from the scene.


After a short while, mom came back. She slipped into the red  saree, I couldn’t help but notice how it hugged her body snugly, accentuating her curves in a way that made her look both graceful and alluring. The fabric clung to her waist and highlighted her figure, drawing attention to her breasts and her shapely ass. I felt a mix of admiration and discomfort, aware of the effect it might have on Suresh. But I didn't let my mind perpetuate the imminent bad thoughts.

Once dressed, we headed out. Suresh had planned a delightful day for us, we drove in his fancy car. We visited a local expensive restaurant for breakfast, where Suresh and my mom  shared laughter and stories. I started noticing a change in my mom as minutes went by. She was never in this comfortable mood with my dad neither did I ever see it. 

However, despite her being comfortable with Suresh, a part of her dictated that she might be going to far in association with Suresh. As we walked through the bustling streets of Pune, Suresh and my mom moved side by side, their chemistry palpable. They looked like a couple, and I felt a twinge of unease. 

At the restaurant, Suresh ordered a feast, and we enjoyed the food amidst light-hearted banter. I watched as Suresh occasionally leaned in closer to my mom, his hand brushing against her back, especially her fleshy ass or resting lightly on her arm. Each time, I could see her stiffen slightly, a mix of discomfort and curiosity dancing in her eyes. Seeing this, I thought to myself maybe she is enjoying his company which may be a good thing.

“Mrs. Mehta,” Suresh said, a playful glint in his eyes, “you look absolutely radiant in that saree. I think I made the right choice. I can’t help but think how lucky your husband is.”

She smiled politely looking down, but I could see the conflict in her expression. “Thank you, Suresh. But I’m married, and I shouldn’t be accepting such compliments.”

“Of course, but that doesn’t mean you can’t enjoy a little attention,” he replied, his tone teasing her and I could see his hands moving slightly on her thunderous thighs. “Life is too short to be so serious all the time.”

"Ummh...well", my mom changed the story, "this saree is so tight on me Suresh, you definitely didn't made the right choice, hehee", mom said. "Cmon, Mrs Mehta", Suresh said, "a beautiful woman like you should wear this kind of attires
which reveals those natural profile of your body"

Mom replied, "It's just that I have never gotten used to this kind of dressing, I was brought up in a traditional setting you know" "Aah, enough of the traditional narrative", Suresh replied, "you need to feel like a queen. A tight saree is what will turn you into a queen. Your husband is so foolish not to realize what treasure he has and he kept dressing you in those old-fashioned sarees"

Mom remained silent, not to say, perhaps she was taken aback by Suresh's word which planted seeds in her head that made her think that my father wasn't treasuring her at all. Then Suresh asked her, "I'm I right Mrs Mehta?" "Well, I guess you are right, I can't argue with that"

As the day progressed, I noticed my mom gradually relaxing around Suresh. They walked closely, sometimes their hands brushing against each other. I felt a pang of guilt, knowing that I didn’t want my mom to fall for this charming man, especially since it was only their second meeting. But contrastingly, I was certain that my mom, despite her enjoying time with Suresh, wouldn't go further than this.

The absence of dad which made my mom feel lonely and gloom now evaporated thanks to the presence of Suresh. It seemed that Suresh, with a spark of charm, melted my mom's heart with affection, compliment and attention. He was giving her those three features in equal measure. Suresh was winning my mom over but again I decided to maintain a healthy mind and avoided having bad thoughts in my head. 

I took Suresh's association and closeness to my mom as a friendly gesture and nothing else. I think even my mom though the same and I would never think that she can cross her limits. My dad knows that my mom is one person who can be trusted and would never go out of her marriage.

During lunch at a nearby restaurant, I was roaming around enjoying the expensive restaurants. I left mom and Suresh sitting a corner, close to each other. I noticed Suresh leaned in closer, whispering something that made my mom giggle. 

 “Suresh, stop it,” she said, her voice a mix of laughter and nervousness. “You shouldn't say this kind of things”

“Just trying to make you smile, Mrs. Mehta,” he replied, flashing a grin that made my mom’s heart flutter. I wondered what Suresh whispered to my mom that made her giggle. To me, I was happy that Suresh was making my mom happy and giving her company. If it was not for Suresh, by now, mom would have remained in the house, bored, gloom thinking about dad. But now, Suresh made my mom very happy to the point that she wasn't even thinking about dad. 

And talking about dad, while Suresh was talking to mom, she reached over her purse looking for something. She removed her phone and when she gazed at her phone, she seemed a little tensed. "Who's calling?" Suresh inquired. "It's my husband" Mom replied.

Suresh - "Don't pick it up, this is not the right time, he will ruin our time"

I couldn't believe Suresh was talking in that manner. As soon as he said so, mom looked at him with a faint surprise. 

Mom - I need to talk to him. He normally calls in at this time of the day to ask about me and Rajeev.

Suresh - Don't worry, you will call him later. Now, just enjoy the time, the day is  not yet over.


With that, he slowly took the phone from my mom's hands, kept the phone on silent mode and he inserted it back into her purse. My mom obliged and did nothing. When I saw this, I was confused. But a thought creeped into my mind and I told myself that Suresh was right. He didn't want any interruption or an distraction that would ruin this day where he is taking his colleague's wife out. Again, I chose to think in a favorable way.



As the day wore on, she seemed to forget about my dad. It was as if Suresh had cast a spell over her, drawing her into a world of carefree laughter and friendly flirtation even though my mom didn't really fall for it.

As we made our way back home, I felt a heavy weight in my chest. I didn’t want this to become something more than just a friendly outing. But there was a part of me that could see the joy in my mom’s eyes, a spark that had been missing for so long.

Once we arrived home, Suresh turned to us, his expression hopeful. “Can I spend the night?” he asked, his tone casual yet suggestive. “I’d love to continue our conversations. Mom thought for a moment, her brow furrowing slightly, before she finally said, "Alright, Suresh, you can sleep in the guest room." There was a hint of relief in his eyes, and I could see him nodding gratefully.

After a few minutes, I heard Mom pick up the phone. She was speaking softly, but I could make out my dad's voice on the other end. "Why didn't you pick up when I called?" he asked, a note of concern in his tone.

Mom hesitated for a moment before replying, "Oh, I was just busy in the kitchen, you know how it is." It was a lie, and I could sense it, but I didn't want to pry. I knew she didn’t want Dad to find out that she had spent time with his colleague, Mr. Suresh.

As Mom continued cooking, I noticed Suresh stealing glances at her. She was focused on the stove, stirring a pot of curry, her hair tied back but a few loose strands framing her face. I caught him admiring her figure, the way her curves moved as she reached for the spices on the shelf. It was an awkward moment, and I quickly shifted my gaze elsewhere.

Once we had finished supper, the atmosphere felt lighter. Suresh leaned back in his chair, a satisfied smile on his face. "That was delicious, Mrs. Mehta. You really outdid yourself tonight," he said, his eyes sparkling with genuine appreciation.

"Thank you, Suresh. I’m glad you enjoyed it," Mom replied, a hint of pride in her voice. "I always love cooking for family and friends."

"Well, you should consider opening a restaurant," he joked, and they both laughed.

I felt a bit like an outsider in their conversation, so I decided to excuse myself. "I think I'm going to head to bed now," I said, stretching my arms above my head. "Goodnight!"

"Goodnight, dear," Mom replied, a warm smile on her face. Suresh waved at me, still chuckling about something Mom had said.

The next morning, I woke up to the sound of soft rustling. As I walked out of my room, I found Suresh sleeping on the couch. He looked peaceful, and I felt a wave of relief wash over me. I was certain that nothing had happened between him and Mom during the night.

After a quick breakfast, I approached Mom. "Hey, I want to go to my friend’s house for a bit," I said, trying to keep my tone casual.

"Sure, that’s fine," she replied, her eyes focused on the dishes she was washing. "Just be back in time for lunch."

I nodded and left the house, enjoying the fresh air. I spent time with my friend and later when I got tired,  I returned at 1.PM for lunch. As I approached our house,  I found the door to our house locked. This was unusual for mom to lock the door to our house. She normally leaves the door open whenever she is at home. She only locks it when she heads to the mall.


I normally carry my spare keys so I decided to unlock the door and enter. I just assumed that mom headed off to the mall but again whenever she leaves, she usually tells me but I felt confused. As I entered our house, a strange and eerie oddness was palpable inside our house. And the strange atmosphere was made evident by the sight of untidy nature of our sitting room.

Firstly, I was greeted by the sight of my mom's bra lying on the sofa. It was again unusual for my mom to be untidy in this manner. One trait of my mom which even my dad adored in her was her keen focus on being tidy and neat. She was never untidy of disheveled. However, I just assumed that maybe she was in a hurry to go to the mall so I didn't take anything serious.

However, when I made further steps while still analyzing the untidiness of the house, I was greeted by another sight of Sir Suresh's white shirt, just meters away from my mom's bra. Now this sight perplexed me profoundly. Questions started lingering inside my head as I tried to put my thoughts in order. Why would my mom's pink bra and Sir Suresh's white shirt be scattered untidily around the sitting room? Did both of them just rush out frantically? Or what happened.


I casted my eyes towards the left side of the sitting room and I saw the keys to our house, which mom usually carries, lying on the table. This assured me that mom is still in the house and probably Sir Suresh too because I saw his boots placed under the sofa. "Mom!", I called out trying to decipher where she could be. As I called her, I walked slowly towards the kitchen and checked inside but mom nor Suresh was in there. I called out once more, "Mom!" as I made my way towards her bedroom.


Just before I called out for the third time, I heard the sound of my mom from the bedroom saying "Rajeev, beta, wait, I am coming." Her voice sounded as if she was gulping or eating something. "Ok mom, I am hungry, please hurry", I replied. I headed back to the sitting room, caught the remote and turned on the TV to watch cartoon. Just then, I saw my mom quickly exiting the bedroom as if she was afraid of something. This sight again added to the already abundant confusing that stupefied my head.


Why? As mom approached me in the sitting room, she was quicky wearing a new black blouse, she was tucking her firm fleshy breasts within her blouse, not even the blouse could manage those two huge mountains of pleasure. From my thinking, she was initially naked only on the top part of her body, i.e her breast upto her navel. But the rest the body was covered.

Secondly, I noticed droplets resting on her forehead which signified that she was sweating slightly. 

I wondered why mom is sweating at this time of the hour during noon time. What difficult task could she be doing that made her sweat? Thirdly, her lips stick was smeared untidily around the top and bottom areas of her lips. The smear further reached her puffy cheeks and some streak of her lipstick were smeared across her nose. She appeared like a Joker or those circus men in shows.

Fourthly, her hair was a total mess, it was disheveled and unkept. My mom totally looked different from when I left her. When I left for my friend's house, I left her tidy, organized and neat but now, she looks a mess. I wondered what is going on. I had frequent questions than answers. Then finally, i noticed something which even made my day more confused than ever.

All around her face, specifically, her forehead, there was this thick, white and gooey substance cascading down from her face towards her  neck. I didn't immediately recognize what it was but I was decidedly certain that it was not her usual makeup or cosmetic lotions. Moreover, whenever she applied makeup, she usually applied it perfectly to the point that she used to glow. 

Additionally, the gooey substance was also patched on her hands, and that gooey substance was making her hands slippery and she was trying to dry it off using her blouse.



"Back already?" she asked, her voice trembling slightly, though she tried to smile

"Yeah, I just went to see if Rahul was home," I replied, trying to sound nonchalant. "What about you mom, what is that substance on your cheeks and forehead?" This question made my mom uneasy. Her hands slightly continued to tremble trying to think what she was going to answer. But before she uttered a word of reply to me, I saw Sir Suresh, who was exiting my mom's bedroom, coming towards the sitting room. I noticed that he was buckling up his belt and trying to fix his trouser.

He was shirtless, sweating and also more calm in contrast to how my mom was trembling. Sir Suresh walked towards the awkward silence that was left between me and mom and he walked in with a lot of confidence and his face appeared as if he was satisfied with something that happened earlier.



 He immediately answered, “Hey, kiddo!” Suresh’s voice broke the awkward silence. He turned toward me, his smile too wide to be natural. “You came back so early, did you play with your friend?”

I hesitated, glancing between him and Mom. “Uh, yeah, it’s fine.” “That’s great!” He stepped closer, his tone exaggeratedly cheerful, as though he was trying too hard to put me at ease. By now mom already wore her blouse and she was now collecting the plates which were left over on the table.

Sir Suresh then came to mom's rescue about the question I asked about the gooey substance on her head. He answered, "Beta, you see that milky substance that you cascading from your mom's hands and forehead, that is just a yoghurt that spilled over her face as I tried helping her with some luggage inside her bedroom"

As he said this, he looked towards my mom with a naughty smile but my mom never reciprocated. "Right Mrs Mehta?", he asked mom. "Ah....ye...yes that's correct", mom answered although she hesitated, "the yoghurt which accidentally spilled over my face." Then still with the confusion on my head, I just said, "Ooh I see" “Well, that’s the spirit!” Sir Suresh chuckled, ruffling my hair like I was a little kid. “You’re gonna grow up to make your parents really proud, I can tell.”


Mom then told me, "Beta, have some food which is in the fridge, I will be heading to the mall" "Ok mom", I answered as my hunger propelled me to the kitchen leaving mom and Sir Suresh in the sitting room. As I reached the kitchen, the thoughts grew wider and wider with multiple unanswered questioned floating.


All the while, I noticed that mom was not happy, she seemed as she was disgusted by something but I couldn't tell what it was because I wasn't at home. I took a wild guess and told myself that maybe Sir Suresh deliberately SPILLED the YOGHURT on mom's face which made her angry. But those thoughts were not really a bother for me.


I came back to the sititng room and found mom standing at the sitting room with him. Mom cleared her throat, her gaze darting toward the clock on the wall. “Suresh, I think you should be heading back. You’ve been here long enough.”

“Ah, yes, of course,” he said quickly, grabbing his shirt from the sofa and slipping it on. He turned to me one last time, his tone still overly friendly. “Take care, champ. And remember, listen to your mom, okay? She’s the boss of the house!”

I gave a weak nod, watching as he made his way to the door. He paused briefly to say something to Mom in a low voice, but I couldn’t catch the words. Then he was gone, leaving behind a strange silence. After he left, I just wanted to ask mom what was Sir Suresh helping her with.

“Mom, what was Sir Suresh helping you with?” I asked cautiously.

She stiffened, her back turned to me as she pretended to busy herself with tidying up the table. “He...he came to drop off some papers for your dad. Work stuff. Nothing important.”

Her tone was sharp, almost dismissive. I didn’t press further, but the unease lingered. Something had happened, something she didn’t want me to know. But I didn't care enough because bad thoughts were not lingering on my head. "You want to watch a movie?" Mom changed the subject because she thought that if she didn't change the subject, then I would ask her other uneasy questions like, "Why was your hair untidy?" "Why were you wearing a new blouse and why did Sir Suresh coming out from the bedroom with no shirt on?"


I answered, "Yes mom, I wanna watch a movie" "Then sit", she said. I sat down and she selected an action movie for me to watch and she headed off to the bedroom. "Beta, I'm going to take a small nap ok?" "Ok mom" I answered. But something told me that something was still amiss from all this situation that happened. Things are not adding up. Because I questioned why all of a sudden is she going to take a nap and yet it was unusual for her to take naps during the day?




SECOND PART  COMING SOON........ STAY TUNED......WHAT DO YOU GUYS THINK SO FAR ABOUT THE THIS REAL STORY THAT HAPPENED?

[Aragon]

Going great.. Very interesting plot

[Aragon]

Waiting for the next part

[Chandan]

good start   waiting for the next update

[Asli lund]

Bahut hi mast

[Aragon]

Waiting for the next update

[nadia]

CONTINUATION...............




That evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon and the golden light faded into twilight, the house felt unusually quiet. Dinner was a subdued affair; even the clinking of utensils on plates seemed muted. Mom sat across the table from me, staring at her plate more than eating from it. Her fingers toyed absentmindedly with her fork, and every so, she would sigh softly, her gaze distant.

Her boobs were looking stacked inside her blouse and bra and I wondered if Suresh was here with us tonight, he would have gazed right towards her breasts and he wouldn't have even finished his food. One thing, I have never seen my mom this thoughtful ever. Even when my dad was around, she was happy and cheerful and she used to talk a lot with dad sometimes even playing with him as he read the newspaper. But tonight, and this few couple of days that passed, she seemed engulfed in in this astronomical abundance of thoughts

I couldn't make out the source of this but I could decipher that her thoughtful demeanor kicked off from when Mr. Suresh visited us. But it was difficult to say that Suresh was the cause of her thoughtfulness because ever since Mr. Suresh got to meet my mom, I took their association as pure friendly and camaraderie state with no any boundaries crossed between the two because my mom was a married woman.

“Mom, what are you thinking about?” I asked, trying to break the awkward silence.

She blinked, as though snapping out of a trance. “What? Oh, yes. I’m fine. Just...thinking about some things. Are you enjoying the food?” "Yes" I replied.

Her  expression left me unconvinced. I knew she was lying just like how she lied to my dad when he asked her why she didn't pick up his calls. But I didn't take it as a lie when she gave dad that kind of explanation. It was now 10.00 PM after we finished eating supper. 


After supper, as I helped clear the table and she went to the kitchen to wash the dishes. As she headed off to the kitchen, her bubbly ass, packed with meat, danced from left, right and center inside her saree. In our colony and the surburban area we live, no aunty has a big ass than my mom. I am even sure, although not certain, that many of my dad's colleagues were jealous of my dad because they wanted a wife with a fat ass like my mom's. 

Moreover, frankly speaking, I'm certain that Mr. Suresh got mesmerized by my mom's moti gaand even when he took us to have fun. However, inasmuch as Mr Suresh gazed at her figure, I chose again not to think wrongly of it. I just said to myself, "It's just normal if Suresh enjoys the view of my mom's juicy ass because who wouldn't want to view such a work of art behind my mom? Who?"


When I came back from the kitchen, I noticed her phone buzzing on the sofa at the sitting room. I didn't mind at all because I assumed it was dad who was texting her because at this time of the night, mom and dad used to text each other flirting all through the night, especially when dad was away. So I just sat down and decided to watch cartoon. Then moments later, I decided let me play video games in my mom's phone before I head of to sleep. 

I glanced at her, but she didn’t seem to notice. She came back from the kitchen and it looked like she finished washing the dishes. "Beta, I'm heading of to my bedroom sleep, when are you going to sleep?", she said as she wiped of her hands with the towel. "Already?", I questioned because it was odd for my mom to sleep at 10PM, it was early. She usually sleeps at around 12 midnight or even later. 

The reason why she used to sleep at late hours was either because she flirted with my dad, sending each other romantic messages or she used to watch those hindi love films which took her way past midnight. But tonight, it was peculiar to me. "Yes, I feel tired tonight after the work I did today with Mr Suresh. 

Remember he was helping me with some stuff in my bedroom?" "Yes mom I remember" I replied as I remembered what transpired today between them which was unexplainable up until now.

"Well ok, can you pass me my phone please?", she requested as she walked towards her bedroom. “Mom, please, can I borrow your phone to play games for a bit?” I asked. "No beta, I know you will play games way past midnight" "No mom please, just for 30minutes, I promise, please" 

She looked at me, she thought for bit, as if she was afraid that I might see something in her phone or just something else. "Well, as soon as you finish, bring it over my bedroom ok?" "Yes mom, I will, goodnight!", I responded. "Goodnight", she replied.


I was elated and cheerful. I quickly grabbed her phone, opened car racing game and started playing. As I was playing, a couple of messages were popping in from Mr. Suresh. I didn't read them because I was deeply immersed in the game. At some point, it was so annoying because Mr. Suresh started calling. 

I wondered why is Sir Suresh calling my mom at this time of the night and what's up with all this messages. I dismissed the thoughts and continued playing.

However, it reached a point where I was curious to know why he was calling my mom. Maybe, he wanted to tell her something regarding my dad's work or just something related to work. So I decided that when he calls the next time, I will pick it up. 

But the messages didn't stop, it continued. After a few seconds, he distracted again and called once more. I checked the list of missed calls from Sir Suresh and they were like 49 missed calls. Therefore this time, I picked up and talked to him.


Me - Hello

Sir Suresh - Oh darling, at last you picked up,

Me - It's me, Rajeev, Sir, my mom slept a few minutes ago.


Then it was followed by an awkward silence of 10 seconds.


Suresh - Be...be..beta. You are still up?


Me - Yes Sir, mom decided to sleep early tonight so I just borrowed her phone to play video games for 30 minutes then I sleep.


Suresh - Oooh, I see. Is your mom in her bedroom right now? (I questioned as to why he is inquiring about this over and over again)


Me - Yes, you wanted to talk to her, I can take the phone to her 


Suresh - Well, yes but, I don't want to distract your fun time. Just continue playing, you said she slept right?


Me - Yes sir, I think she is snoring by now


Suresh - Heheheheh, you are funny beta. Well alright, I don't want to disturb her sleep neither your fun. If she wakes up at any time just tell her to call me tomorrow alright?


Me - Alright sir but you can just tell me what message to pass to her


Suresh - Don't worry beta, it's just between me and her.


Me - Alright sir, goodnight


Suresh - goodnight beta.


I hang up the phone and the confusion started flowing in my head once more. I started asking myself several questions; "Why did he call my mom at this time of the night?" and secondly "How did he got my mom's number?" 

These thoughts made me to quit playing the video game and just sat down and started contemplating. I told myself what about the messages? I thought about reading the WhatsApp messages he sent her but I was afraid because I never really read my mom's messages.

But something just popped in my head and I finally decided to read the chat between them. I searched for her WhatsApp application and tried to open it but it was locked with a password. Again, this was odd. Mom never locks any application on her phone with a password. She only locks her home screen with a password but never did she ever lock any application in her phone, let alone WhatsApp.

I didn't know the password she used to lock the app with but I guessed and told myself let me try to unlock it with the password she uses to unlock her home screen which is 17209854. I dialed in the password hoping that it would open and wh,.'! It opened and I was lucky.


Friends, like I told you before, my mom never really chat to a lot of people, in fact she only has few family friends and relative saved. However, when I checked her WhatsApp messages, the topest and most recent was without a name, or let's say it was not saved or assigned with a name. It was purely a number. I quickly figured it out and knew it was Sir Suresh's number and I guessed mom didn't have the time to save his name. So I just decided to turn into a spy agent and clicked the chat.


The chat list was long between my mom and him but the 28 last messages were all by Sir suresh and I think it's because my mom' didn't reply and also because few of those last messages popped up when I was playing the video game. I decided to scroll up and start reading the messages from the top and something inside me dictated that something was off. This was the first chat and the chat was timed at around 4pm in the evening and I knew this was earlier when mom told me she was going to sleep.

This was their WhatsApp messages:


Suresh: Sunita, stop overthinking, this is completely normal and you needed it. 

Mom - Sir, why did you do this?

Suresh - Darling, the ideal question I should ask you is that didn't you like it? (I was wondering what did mom like)

Mom - No I didn't, I am a married woman and religious. It is wrong

Suresh - Calm down, my queen, nothing is wrong if we keep it a secret.

Mom - Sir, please, just stop it already. If my husband or Rajeev comes to know about this then I'm done. (I asked myself what are they hiding)

Suresh - How would they know? Even the closest to us, Rajeev, can't  understand what was going on even if we did it in front of him

Mom - Just listen to yourself Suresh, what are you talking about?

Suresh - You are over-reacting darling. If you didn't like the blowjob, why didn't you stop? (I wondered what is blowjob. I never heard of this term ever)

Mom - (No reply)

Suresh - Answer my dear, why didn't you stop. You were actually sucking on your own and slurping over it, spitting over it and also inserted my balls inside your mouth. (I again asked what does he mean by his balls)


Mom - (No reply)

Suresh - Darling, (I was not sure why he was calling her this "darling" name) why can't you answer me? I know you loved it and I know you loved the size of it. The fact that you are silent means that you enjoyed it. I will take your silence as a yes.

Mom - Stop it Suresh, just stop it


Suresh - Sunita, when I took you and Rajeev to the restaurant and had a good time, I noticed that you were so happy with me. Even when I held your hands, you never rebuffed me

Mom - I only did so because I took you as my husband's colleague, nothing else.

Suresh - Stop mentioning your husband. That bastard husband of yours left you here all on your own starving what a married woman like you craves. Don't you have feelings, don't you think about a dick? ( I was shocked when I heard read "dick", I knew this term to mean penis)

Mom - Sir, please, I don't want to engage with you regarding this matter. Stop using this vulgar words.

Suresh - You and I are deprived of this pleasurable activity. And today, we only did blowjob. And your mouth was so tasty. 

Mom - Would you just stop already!

Suresh - Why should I stop, I know you like how I'm talking, I can't imagine how your other holes will taste. Stop depriving yourself Sunita. Your husband doesn't care about you. 


Mom - No he does

Suresh - If he cared about you he would have taken you with him together with Rajeev so that he can fuck you every night. (I was shocked again when he used the word fuck and I now understood something was definitely happened that evening when I was not at home)

Mom - (No reply)


Suresh - My love, this is just the beginning. Don't worry about anything. No one will know about this, not even your idiotic husband. We will enjoy further. I will pleasure you and all your tight holes. Just look at your body Sunita, you are blessed with long black hair, firm boobs, fleshy thighs and big gaand and no one is using all of those. Don't you see you are wasting time and wasting your body for nothing?

Mom - (No reply)



Then I saw an image which shocked me and even made my hands tremble to the point that the phone almost slipped from my hands. Sir Suresh sent the image of his dick to my mom. This was the image of his dick.






I got to understand all of this things just by the sight of his penis. I was appalled. I quickly kept the phone down due to the shock I just witnessed. The previous days, I was convincing myself that all was ok between my mom and Sir Suresh but I found out tonight that I was just fooling myself. How couldn't I recognize all that was happening between them. How couldn't I recognize that when Suresh took me and my mom to the restaurant, he kept rubbing her thighs, rubbing her massive ass and also whispering things to her ear. 

It all made sense now, my mom is having an affair with Sir Suresh behind my dad's back and it is only the third day. I was angry, I just sat there slightly sweating and uneasy, my hands and fingers trembling. Certainly, my mom didn't allow him to do that "blowjob" which I don't know of but I was sure that Sir Suresh made her do it. How could Sir Suresh do this to my dad by seducing his wife and sending dick pics to her. I felt sorry for my dad because his wife has done something with Sir Suresh which my dad's never ever thought she would do.

But what does blowjob mean?  The question popped up in my head. I decided to pick up courage once more and search for the meaning of that word. I opened up the incognito mode of a browser in mom's phone and typed "blowjob" and the images that popped up instantaneously made my dick hard. It showed women kneeling, swallowing huge sizes of dicks inside their mouths and sucking like pornstars. I mixture of anger and horny gushed across my brain not knowing what to think.

As I explored those images further, I pictured my mom kneeling down that afternoon, slurping and sucking Sir Suresh's huge dick and using her hands to rub it up and down while swallowing his balls. This made my dick harder and harder. I couldn't get that vision off my head even though it was a made up vision of my mom swallowing another man's penis inside her mouth. Moreover, I got incensed with myself for becoming horny of that thought but I knew it happened.

It further explained why I saw my mom's face stained with that thick whitish substance all over her head that evening. I knew that sticky gooey substance was Sir Suresh's cum. It further explains why her hair was untidy and I knew that it was Sir Suresh's hands holding her head and moving it backwards and forwards as mom struggled to maintain his huge cock inside her tiny mouth. And finally it explained why my mom's bra and blouse were on the floor that evening. I deduced that Sir Suresh removed her blouse and sucked my mom's boobs.


I thought to myself that if I hadn't come early that evening, maybe something more would have happened. I again kept the phone down, my dick was now 100% hard and it was making a shape over my trouser. I held my dick and pressed it down because I didn't like that idea or the thought of my mom betraying my dad with his colleague which was making my dick hard. So I pressed down my dick so as to soften it but it was to no avail. My dick continued to grow harder and harder as the thought of my mom sucking his dick continued harassing my thoughts.


It was now an hour and a half, me alone sitting in the sitting room trying to gather my thoughts in order after I got to know what type of a pervert Sir Suresh was converting my mom to another type of woman. My dick was still hard and I thought of masturbating but again I denied myself that idea because I didn't want to visualize my mom with Suresh but I knew that I will not sleep without masturbating.

The feeling was weird, one part of me was hot after realizing what they did but another part of me was condemning it and angry with Sir Suresh for doing blowjob to my mom. I decided to sleep hoping that all this wicked thoughts would dissipate by morning. I picked up my mom's phone, made sure that I logged out of her WhatsApp and tried to take it to her bedroom. I remembered she told me to bring the phone to her bedroom before I sleep. I went to her bedroom and pushed the door slightly open in order not to wake her up lest she was in deep sleep.

I found that she was already in deep sleep. She was sleeping on her right side and as I looked at her, she was on a red kind of a satin dress which I never found her wearing at all. Then I remembered that it was the satin night dress Sir Suresh bought her and it was in the same package as that of the Saree. I was shocked and wondered why is my mom wearing a satin night dress she was given as a gift by another man? Is she already falling for another man whom she just met in three days?





I just placed the phone over on top , next to her bed and I walked off closing her room slowly. I headed to my room and my dick was still hard, although not so hard as earlier. I lie my  head on the pillow still contemplating on what I just saw inside my mom's phone. I was filled with rage and it was not towards my mom, but towards Sir Suresh. I was sure my mom couldn't have sucked his dick willingly. But Suresh made her do it. It was eager to masturbate but i decided not to because I felt weird.

I slept I think for 30 minutes when I was woke up with slight moans. I thought it was a dream but I woke up and realized the moans were emanating from my mom's bedroom. Immediately, my dick became hard and didn't know why. The moans were of my mom and it was clear and distinct. I wondered what was she doing and why was she moaning softly at this time of the night.

My heart was pumping fast by supersonic speed. I woke up from the bed,  climbed out and padded toward my mom's bedroom. As I made my way towards the bedroom, the moans became clearer and more precise as I neared her front door. I froze, unsure of what I was hearing. My first thought was that maybe Mom was unwell.

Curiosity got the better of me, and I crept closer, careful not to make a sound. The door was closed but not locked. I peeked at the window of her bedroom and what I saw made me pause.

Mom was on the edge of the bed, naked with her eyes closed, her hand was rubbing her pussy lips, with deliberate motions. Her head tilted back slightly, and a soft sigh escaped her lips as though she was soothing some kind of sexual tension. The thing which made me astounded was the fact that she was holding her phone with one hand and was watching something while her other hand continued to rub her pussy sideways. I saw her pussy was slightly hairy.

Her thunder thighs was so fleshy to the point that it almost masked out her pussy lips. 





I watched for a few moments, confused but I knew this was normal for her to masturbate while my dad was away. But the thing that caught my attention and unusual was that she was watching something over the phone as she was holding it close to her face. Friends, this again was not normal because my mom is not really a huge fan of porn. She was bought up as a religious and traditional woman and watching porn was not her thing. During her previous masturbation sessions, she normally talked with dad over the phone.


And dad typically will talk to her naughtily and those naughty words of dad would initiate her to masturbate. It like a session exclusively between mom and dad. But this particular night, mom was watching something on the phone. I really wanted to know what she was watching or did she all of a sudden start watching porn?


She was moaning and moaning, throwing her head at the back of her pillow, closing her eyes, biting her lips. You could sense that she was engulfed with ecstasy of self love. And friends, one things that was distint about this was her masturbation was filled with quick sharp lurching forwards of her body and a lot of jolting which explained to me that whatever that what she was watching over the phone was making her go wild.


She increased her rubbing and fingering herself until she orgasmed and released her juices all over the bed. She threw her phone on the bed and spread her legs and there was a sign of relief marked all over her face which was further supported by a slight smile as she closed her eyes. She cummed.

She paused in that position for like 7 minutes and then she woke up from the bed. The phone was still on placed on the bed and still on. She took a deep inhale and exhale and finally stood up. I thought she might walk towards the door where I was standing so I got scared and decided to run towards my bedroom but before I did so, I realized that she was actually going to the bathroom inside her bedroom.


I watched her walk and this was the first time I saw her body full naked. Those  days when she masturbated, she was still with full satin dress on but tonight I got to see her full naked and let me tell you, she is such a voluptuous curvy sort of a lustful model. I watched her boobs and they were full of milk. They were hanging loose, swinging from side to side. She turned her back towards me as she made her way to the bathroom and I got the sight of her fleshy bottom. It was even bigger when you see it naked. Her ass was like 100 tones of meet filled within two balloons.


As she entered he bathroom and closed it, my question was still lingering as to what she was watching. Her phone was on the bed and lit. I thought to myself that I can go inside her bedroom quickly and find out what she was watching inside her phone because her phone was still on and whatever she was watching was still maybe playing.


But I didn't have the courage to do so because I was afraid at the prospect of her catching me. I also didn't want her to know that I knew she was always masturbating at night. But before I gave up, I found myself opening the door to her bedroom ever so slowly. She was still in the bathroom bathing and I could discern that she was bathing because I heard sounds of the shower. The sounds of the shower vitalized my courage because I knew the sounds of the shower will muffle the sounds of my footsteps. 

I made my way inside her bedroom and the smell of fresh pussy filled the room. I was now fully inside her bedroom, I tiptoed towards her bedroom keeping my eyes towards her the shower while still casting my eyes towards her phone. As I reached over my mom's phone, I picked it up and I got the shock of my life. My mom, all this time, while she was masturbating, was watching the picture of Sir Suresh's cock which he sent her earlier that night. I felt like fainting. 


My hands and fingers were trembling. I raised my eye brows, rubbed my eyes to ensure that I was not dreaming but this was reality, not fiction. My mom was looking at another man's penis while masturbating.

The thought of my mom masturbating to the dick picture of another man who is not legally married to her was inconceivable to me. I couldn't even try to believe what I just saw. My dick, on it's own, started becoming hard again. 


I glanced at the corner of her bed and I saw the framed picture of my mom and dad which was always situated on the desk. I looked at my dad at the photo and I felt sorry for him. Instead of my mom masturbating at the picture of my dad,, she was masturbating at the dick picture of his colleague.


Then I heard the sounds of the shower stop and I knew my mom was done with bathing. I quickly placed the phone on her bed where I picked it from and quickly dashed out and closed her door slightly behind me and I ran to my bedroom and jumped on the bed. My suspicions were now fully explained. All my questions were fully answered.


I was shocked and surprised how my traditional mom, who was raised with values and virtues, instead of deleting the dick picture of Sir Suresh from her phone, she decided to not only keep it, but also masturbate while gazing at it. 


I thought to myself, "What is happening?" "What did I just witness?" "Did Sir Suresh charm my mom to this extent?" My dick started growing and becoming hard again. The eagerness to masturbate and relieve myself was harassing me. 

I tried not to masturbate because it was unusual for me to masturbate while knowing that my mom was with another man. but I couldn't control myself. I removed my trouser with anger, held my dick, while I was still angry at Sir Suresh for enchanting my mom with his charm. Then I started masturbating hard picturing how my mom gave Sir Suresh a blowjob. I knew it was weird masturbating to this kind of thing but it was overwhelming for me.


I masturbated freely until I cummed all over my trouser and the bed. I leaned back and relaxed. I gasped a sigh of relief but deep inside I knew it was wrong to masturbate thinking about this taboo thing between Sir Suresh and mom. 


[b]I decided to check my mom's bedroom again to see what she might be doing and I found she just slept but however, she was dressed in that orange satin dress which Sir Suresh bought her.[/b]
[b] [/b]



Guys, what do you think. The next part of the story will be even hotter than this. Stay tuned.

[Desmond Miles]

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Great going so far, bro..
Just an honest opinion, please don't mention Rajeev's age anywhere, and ignore the ones who comments about underage shit. As long as you don't mention the age, the story's fine.
By the way, after reading the last update, I thought Rajeev will still be witnessing more confusing scenerios rather than already knowing about what she actually inside that room. That mysterious way of storytelling is rare in this site these days. Hope you understand what I mean. Just leave the imagination job to the readers for a while, and then slowly uncover them one by one. Thats whole experience..
Anyway, you still can do that I hope. Since Mom or Suresh still dunno what Rajeev knows, so their hide and seek play can still go on smoothly!..
Waiting eagerly for the next update, bro.. Please continue as fast as you can.. <3

[Aragon]

Great update..

[Aragon]

Waiting for the next part

[Bandabia007]

Very very hot seducing horny story

[Asli lund]

Bahut hi mast chudai me koi kami mat rakhna ayr ho sake to bete ke samne hi maa ko open karwao aur maa ko pata hona chahiye mera beta sach janta he phir bhi vo koi objection nahi utha raha

[Asli lund]

Chu@t lu@nd ka pavitra milan karwao mummy aur Suresh ki chudai bete ke ankho ke samne ho