Adultery My Shy Mom Seduced And Fucked by Sir Suresh

[deepangshu]

One of the best story brother.. a complete erotica.

[nadia]

One of the best story brother.. a complete erotica.

Thank you friend, stay tuned for more erotic scenes.

[Blackdick11]

Solid update, Boss!
I want to see more intense and passionate fucking session of mom and suresh sir's.

[deepangshu]

Thank you friend, stay tuned for more erotic scenes.

Waiting..?if possible try to add those things that i have said in inbox

[Desmond Miles]

Loved the update.. But still, something feels off to me.. Maybe I still wanted more 'behind the door' scenerios, bro. But its your choice, and as you said, what actually happened. So no problem.. Waiting for the next update.. Love

[snowy69]

Awesome update bro...

[nadia]

Waiting..?if possible try to add those things that i have said in inbox

yes definitely

[nadia]

Loved the update.. But still, something feels off to me.. Maybe I still wanted more 'behind the door' scenerios, bro. But its your choice, and as you said, what actually happened. So no problem.. Waiting for the next update.. Love

Unfortunately, if I add more "behind the scenes" episodes, I will be lying and interpolating non-real scenes. I am writing from what I saw genuinely.

[RANA ROY]

Awesome......waiting for next.

[nadia]

CONTINUATION........




After I watched that hot session, I went back to sleep, my dick was deflated after cumming so much. I don't remember the last time I cummed so much. I lay my head on the bed just remembering what I just saw and just like that I drifted off to a peaceful sleep.


The clock struck midnight, and I woke again to the faint hum of voices emanating from my mom’s bedroom. It wasn’t the first time this had happened. I thought, "It can't be, Sir Suresh is on for the second round with mom again? How is this man able to maintain all this energy from?" 

The humming metamorphosed to pleasurable moans and I knew that my mom is moaning because Sir Suresh is doing something to her. Again, out of nowhere, my dick just became heard by imagining what they might be doing at this time of the night. At first, I dismissed it as the house creaking in the night, but this time the voices were unmistakable.

 I couldn't make out the words, but something about the tone made me want to know more. Finally, unable to resist the pull, I slid out from under my blanket and tiptoed toward my mom's room. From a far, I could see her bedroom's door was glowing at the edges signifying that lights in her bedroom were on.

I remember they turned off the light when they slept after fucking. I peered through the gap, my heartbeat quickening as I took in the scene.

There was my mom, Sunita, on doggystyle position near the bed, looking slightly fearful. Sir Suresh, was behind  her. Sir Suresh had his focus on my mom’s elegant asshole, a sacred hole she cherished and protected.

“Sunita,” Sir Suresh said, his voice smooth yet insistent, “you’ve kept this asshole of yours unused for far too long. Let me put my dick inside, just once.”

At first, I thought this is impossible, his dick cannot fit inside my mom's asshole. Friends, one thing you should now is that my mom has never had anal sex before. My dad always and only fucked her pussy but her tighter asshole was never used or penetrated.

Secondly, I knew that Sir Suresh's dick cannot even dare to enter my mom's asshole because of two things; first, her ass was big and it would be problematic for him to find her asshole and secondly, her asshole is so tight that not even a gush of air can pass in it.

Mom looked back at Sir Suresh, her expression afraid but tinged with unease. “Suresh, I’ve told you before—I  have never done this before please, don't do this. I’ve never allowed anyone to put in it, and I don’t intend to start now.”

“But why not?” Suresh countered, his tone playful yet earnest. “It’s such a waste to keep it sitting idle. Think of the possibilities, Sunita! Your asshole deserves to be used. A woman with such a big ass must be fucked in the backhole, don't let it unused.”

My mom’s cheeks flushed slightly as she shook her head. “I'm not ready Suresh" 
I watched in silence, my heart pounding in my chest. I remember how Sir Suresh used to gaze at my mom's big ass over the saree as she walked.  What was so important about my mom's asshole? And why was Sir Suresh so intent on fucking her asshole?

Suresh sighed, stepping back slightly, though the determination in his eyes didn’t waver. “Fine,” he said after a moment, “if you insist on keeping the asshole of yours off-limits, ok I hear wishes. But I must insist that I will fuck your asshole on your marital bed next time”

He then gestured toward my mom's pussy. “This, then. If not the asshole, let me use your pussy for the second round instead.”

Mom hesitated. “My pussy again?, but I want to sleep. It's midnight already”

"Cmon Sunita, I know but just for another 45 minutes, I want to fuck your pussy. I have never had such a satisfying and sweet pussy like yours before, Just another round baby.

After a long pause, my mom gave a reluctant nod. “Alright, Suresh. But do it slowly”

With great care, Sir Suresh rubbed my mom's pussy with his dick as she arched her back so that Sir Suresh can get a good view of her pussy. Then, he placed his dick inside, and since my mom's pussy was already open from the first round she just had, Sir's dick entered in her pussy with ease.

What happened next took me completely by surprise. My mom began moving back and fourth again all by her own. Inasmuch as she was resisting the second round, she was just getting in the mood once again. 

It seems that Sir Suresh's dick and my mom's pussy are just meant for each other. As Suresh started fucking my mom's pussy, a smile spread across my mom’s face—a smile unlike any I had ever seen before. How could she smile? It was radiant, almost childlike in its happiness. Her cheeks glowed, and her eyes sparkled as she was getting fucked with a huge dick.

“Suresh…” she said softly, almost in awe. “aaahh slowly ooohh sshhh aaahhhhh uuuuuuhhhhhh”

He smiled, glancing up at her. “When I fuck this pussy of yours, I treat it with the reverence it deserves, it reveals its true beauty and sweetness.”

I stood frozen at the door peeping in, utterly fascinated. My dick was hard once more and I started gradually stroking my dick back and forth as I watched what was happening.


I’d never seen my mom like this—so full of joy, so completely at ease taking Sir Suresh's dick inside her holy pussy, sorry I meant her "unholy" pussy. It struck me then that my dad, who had always been kind but distant in his own way, had never shown this kind of attention to my mom’s pussy or her body. 


Dad’s practicality often left little room for sentiment, and he probably thought of my mom's pussy as something not to be cherished enough.

But Suresh was different. He treated it—and my mom—with a kind of reverence that seemed to unlock a part of her I hadn’t known existed. For this second round, the fucking was much intense. Friends, my dad never fucked my mom for a second round.

My dad used to only fuck her once in one round and when he cummed over her tummy, he drifted off to sleep. But this night, Sir Suresh is revitalized, he is fucking my mom for the second round and with much vigor and anticipation I have never seen.


“Suresh,” Mom said after a moment, her voice tinged with load of moans, “you’re making me sweat! aahhhhhhh!”

But her moans betrayed her words, and she made no move to stop him. Instead, she simply moans, her happiness filling the room like sunlight breaking through clouds.

After 30 minutes of fucking her pussy in doggystyle, I saw him closing his eyes and groaning as if he was about to cum. Mom screamed, "aahhh please don't cum inside me again aaaaahh". Then he removed his dick from her pussy and cummed on her big ass.


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My mom's face was one that was filled with elation and joy. I could see a woman who was utterly satisfied and she felt like a woman. Then Sir Suresh dropped on the bed with mom and they both felt asleep cuddling together on the bed. I went back to my bedroom and masturbated and cummed for the second time then fell asleep holding my dick.

When I finally woke up in the morning, sunlight poured into our resort room. The previous night’s events still weighed heavily on my mind. I sat on the edge of my bed, piecing together my thoughts as the sounds of clinking cups and faint conversation reached me.

I was still in my boxers and vest. Inside my boxers, I knew I had cummed twice inside them and the dried cum was sticking on my dick.

Padding softly to the living area, I spotted Sir Suresh seated comfortably on the sofa. He had a newspaper spread across his lap, a steaming cup of coffee on the table next to him. His face was serene, as though nothing unusual had happened the night before.

Across the room, Mom stood near the kitchen  door, ordering breakfast through her phone. Her voice was light, almost melodic, and there was a distinct brightness in her demeanor that caught my attention. She was wearing one of her finest blue dress—a soft, peach-colored one with a delicate silver border.


The same light blue dress, of another color and shade that Sir Suresh bought her. It flowed effortlessly around her, accentuating her natural elegance specifically her big ass. She was in the kitchen cleaning the fridge and her back was visible. 




Damn! Her fat ass was shaking as she wiped the fridge and I thought his ass of her's was really a property of Sir Suresh and he is lucky to have my mom's big ass. "Hello, Rajeev, how are you doing?" Sir Suresh greeted me. 
"I'm fine Sir"

"You slept well?", he asked. "yes". Then mom hearing my voice, came to me and gave me a hug. It was unusual for my mom to give me a hug especially during morning time. Maybe she was elated by something and throughout the morning, she was happy and I didn't' understand why. "I ordered one of your favorite foods Rajeev, you will enjoy it", mom told me.

"What is it mom?", I asked. "It's a surprise" She answered. "Go have a sit."

Her hair was tied loosely, a few strands falling against her cheek as she moved. She adjusted her dress absentmindedly, the fabric slipping slightly to reveal her slender arms. I couldn’t help but notice how Sir Suresh’s eyes followed her movements, her bubbly breasts and ass, his gaze lingering on her with a mix of admiration and something I couldn’t quite name.

Mom caught his eye for a moment, and to my surprise, she smiled—not the polite, reserved smile she usually gave my dad, but something warmer. They exchanged a look that seemed to speak a language only they understood. But for me, I know what secret they are hiding but they don't know if I know.

This wasn’t the Mom I knew. She had always been formal with everyone except Dad, maintaining a sense of distance. But now, she seemed comfortable, even close, with Sir Suresh. Moreover, it seems that Sir Suresh's mission to make my mom his has already been mission possible.

I stood quietly in the doorway, watching this scene unfold. My feelings were a jumble of confusion and unease. What would Dad think if he saw this? Did he even know what was happening? And yet, a small part of me wondered if this was just how adults behaved—complex, layered, and sometimes inexplicable.

But friends, for me, I was no longer angry with my mom and Sir Suresh, I was in fact, the opposite fully joyful after what I saw the previous night. After breakfast, we packed our bags and prepared to leave the resort back to home in Pune. Mom was unusually cheerful, humming softly to herself as she folded her saree neatly over her shoulder.

“You seem happy, Mom,” I said casually, trying to gauge her reaction.

She glanced at me with a smile. “It’s been a good trip, hasn’t it? It’s nice to take a break sometimes.”

Her response didn’t satisfy my curiosity, but I let it slide.

When we finally checked out, Sir Suresh took the driver’s seat in his car, insisting on driving us back to Pune. Mom sat in the passenger seat, and I settled into the back.

The car ride started uneventfully. The rhythmic hum of the engine and the scenery outside lulled me into a quiet daze. But soon, I began to notice their interactions.

“Suresh, you drive like you own the road,” Mom teased lightly, her tone far more playful than I was used to hearing. 

He grinned, glancing sideways at her. “Only because I have such a beautiful passenger. Who wouldn’t want to impress? I own the road just like I own you and I will drive you hard at your home in the next coming days”

Mom rolled her eyes, she was perhaps weary of my presence but her smile towards Sir Suresh filled the car. Perhaps also, Sir Suresh thought that I didn't understand what he meant. It was light and genuine, and it made me feel both horny and fascinated at the same time.

When Sir Suresh told my mom that "he was going to drive her for the next coming days" I bet I understood what he meant that he was going to fuck my mom on her marital bed. As I envisaged this, my dick almost became hard inside the car.

I just imagined Sir Suresh fucking my mom inside our own house and inside the marital bed of my mom and dad. This was so hot. Friends, inside my mom's bed, there are quite a few photos of my mom and dad framed on desks. So I just imagined my mom being fucked by Sir Suresh as she watches her photos of with my dad.

As we drove, their conversation flowed effortlessly. They joked, shared anecdotes, touched cautiously and occasionally fell into comfortable silences. It was clear they enjoyed each other’s company, and the tension I had seen in their earlier interactions was gone.

I found myself wondering again what Dad would think if he saw this. Would he be upset? Or would he just brush it off as harmless fun? But I didn't care, I just wanted to see more scenes of fucking between my mom and Sir Suresh.

I was becoming addicted to watch this scenes after watching one. When we finally reached home, the sun was beginning to set. Mom and I stepped out of the car while Suresh helped with our bags.

“Well,” he said with a theatrical bow holding my mom's hands, “it’s been a pleasure, as always.”

“Don't you want me to spend the night?” Sir Suresh asked mom in a whispering voice, . Friends, it was again unusual for my Sir Suresh to ask my mom to "stay for dinner". "No, not tonight Suresh please" she then gestured to me and Sir Suresh understood. "But he wouldn't know what is happening" he said. "Yes but....not tonight" mom replied in a faint tone so that I don't hear them.

He shook his head with a small smile. “Ok Sunita, but next time I will use what I told you". My mom didn't answer him.

There was a flicker of something in Mom’s expression—disappointment, perhaps? But she masked it quickly with a polite nod.

“Take care,” she said as he climbed back into his car. Before that, Sir Suresh gave my mom a hug and I saw him squeezing her big ass. He just loves the feel of my mom's fat soft ass.

As he drove away, I noticed Mom lingering by the gate, her eyes following the car until it disappeared down the street.


That night, Mom seemed unusually cheerful. She hummed to herself as she cooked dinner, her movements light and almost… carefree. It was as though she were carrying a secret happiness that she didn’t want to share.

After dinner, she retreated to her room earlier than usual. Curious, I decided to follow her. Peeking in through the slightly open door, I saw her sitting on the bed with her phone in hand, a smile playing on her lips.

“Mom?” I called softly, stepping into the room. She looked up quickly, her smile fading slightly. “Yes, beta?”

“You seem really happy tonight. What’s going on?” I asked, trying to sound casual.

She hesitated for a moment before shaking her head. “Oh, it’s nothing. Just thinking about the nice time we had at the resort.”

Her answer felt rehearsed, and I couldn’t shake the feeling that she wasn’t telling me the whole truth. At the back of my mind I said to myself, "she misses Sir Suresh's big dick inside her pussy"

“Are you texting Dad?” I asked, trying a different angle.

Mom’s smile faltered for a split second before she recovered. “No, not right now. He’s probably busy with work.”

I glanced at her phone screen and caught a glimpse of a chat window—she wasn’t texting Dad. She was talking to someone else. And I knew she was being texted by non-other than Sir Suresh himself. I was eager to know what they were talking about.

“Okay,” I said, backing out of the room. But as I left, I couldn’t help but feel a growing unease. Mom’s laughter, her sudden cheerfulness, her comfort with Sir Suresh—it all pointed to something I didn’t fully understand.

That night, as I lay in bed, I couldn’t stop thinking about her glowing face, how Sir Suresh fucked her at the resort, the way she had looked at her phone, and the fact that Dad seemed completely absent from her thoughts. Something was changing, and I wasn’t sure how I felt about it.


I needed someone to talk to, someone who might understand, so I reached for my phone and texted my friend Rahul. He had always been someone I could turn to, someone who didn’t judge and who had an uncanny ability to give straightforward advice.


Me: "Hey, Rahul. How are you doing, I saw witnessed a whole bunch of things. Something I’m not sure I understand. Can I tell you about it?"

I hit send and waited, feeling a mix of anticipation and hesitation. Rahul had always been a good listener, and I trusted him to understand the confusion I was feeling. Moments later, my phone buzzed with his reply.

Rahul: "Of course, tell me what happened. Did you see everything?"

His response made my heart race a little. I wasn’t sure how to even begin explaining what I had witnessed. It was something so personal, so complicated, and I wasn’t sure if I was ready to share all of it. But thinking about it made my dick hard.

Me: "I don’t really know how to explain it... but Mom and Sir Suresh were doing it and I have to say that I saw it live with my own eyes. I don’t know if I’m just imagining things or if it’s real, but it feels strange."

I put my phone down for a moment, trying to gather my thoughts, unsure of how much to share. When the message came back, it was clear that Rahul was interested, though I was unsure if he’d understand what I was trying to explain.

Rahul: "You see? I told you that Sir Suresh and your mom had a close connection. It’s more than just professional, isn’t it? But how do you feel about it?"

His response surprised me. I had never really considered what Rahul might think about their relationship. I know that his mom is also being fucked by his dad's boss. I didn’t have the words to describe how I felt—everything seemed so mixed up, so unclear.

Me: "I guess... I feel okay with it. It’s just weird to see them so comfortable together and also feels weird that my mom doesn't even chat to my dad nowadays. I never saw my mom like that before."

I paused after typing that. Was I truly okay with it? Or was I just trying to convince myself that it was normal? I had grown up with a certain image of my mother, and now it felt like I was watching that image shift before my eyes.

Rahul: "It’s natural for people to evolve. But you’re probably wondering what your dad will think, right? Do you think he knows? Do you think he is suspecting that Sir Suresh is banging your mom?"

I stared at the message for a while, my mind racing. Would my dad know? What would he think of the changes I had witnessed? What if this was something my dad would never understand?

Me: "I don’t think Dad knows. He is still working and far away from home. What if he does? What if it’s something he should know about?"


Rahul: "Don’t worry. It’s not something he’ll find out about. Not unless someone tells him, and I don’t think anyone will. It’s just a natural shift, nothing more. And you know, Sir Suresh is a clever man more than your dad, you see how his mission of fucking your mom came to pass"

Rahul’s words were meant to reassure me, but they left me with more questions. The feeling of uncertainty grew, and I found myself wondering about the nature of the bond between my mom and Sir Suresh. Was it truly just a shift, or was there something more? Something that I didn’t fully understand yet or something between their sexual encounter that is more exciting?


Rahul: Hey tell me what happened? What did you see? He fucked her pussy?

Me: Well yess, and to be honest, I think I enjoyed seeing it

Rahul: I told you that you would. Any one will be delighted to see their mom being fucked by a stranger. Tell me did he fuck her mouth? Did she suck Sir Suresh's dick and did he fuck her pussy?


Me: Yeah, they did both and she seemed as if she really enjoyed all of that. She was screaming like those women in porn

Rahul: Yes, I am sure her screams turned Sir Suresh on. Did Sir Suresh try to do anything more? Like... fuck your mom’s asshole or something?"

I was stunned when I read this. I hadn’t expected Rahul to ask such a direct question about my mom's asshole being fucked. It made me uncomfortable to even think about, but I felt compelled to answer. Friends, for me, I only knew that pussy is only the place that a woman should be fucked but I was curious to know why Rahul was talking about ass fucking.


Me: "No, he didn’t. He wanted to, but Mom refused. She said it wasn’t the right time."

I wasn’t sure why I felt the need to explain that part to Rahul, but I did. It seemed important somehow. My mom had always been someone who set boundaries—clear, strong ones she was never fucked in the ass like I said before. But now, with Sir Suresh, it felt like those boundaries were being tested. And in a way, that made me question everything.

Rahul: "Well, that’s interesting. But you know, Sir Suresh is probably going to get his chance eventually. He’s not the type to back off. He’ll find a way to fuck your mom's asshole for sure and I am very certain that he would"

I didn’t know how to respond to that. Rahul seemed so sure of himself, as if he had seen something in Sir Suresh that I hadn’t. I wasn’t sure whether I agreed with him. I didn’t want to believe it was inevitable. But the more I thought about it, the more uncertain I became.

Me: "I don’t know. It just feels like it’s all happening so fast. I don’t think I want to see it happen, though. Assfucking is disgusting really when I think of it, I feel like vomiting.  But shouldn't women only be fucked in their pussy?"




Rahul’s response came quickly.

Rahul: No, all three holes of a woman MUST BE USED. You’ll get used to it, eventually. Women are not only fucked in their pussy, they are also fucked in their ass. These things happen when people grow closer. It’s natural."


He now called me instead of texting.

"You won’t believe it," he said, breathless with excitement. "Sir Suresh's dick will fit perfectly inside your mom's asshole and it will go deeper."

I paused, a sinking feeling in my stomach. My mind raced, trying to decipher what exactly Rahul meant by that. "Wait, what?" I said, confused and frankly a bit grossed out and almost vomiting. "That’s disgusting! There’s no way his dick will fit. His cock is so big and is way too huge!"

Rahul laughed, the sound rich with amusement. "No, seriously! It’ll fit. Your mom's asshole is flexible. It’s elastic, you know?"

I could hear the certainty in his voice, but my mind couldn't wrap around the idea of my mom's asshole being fucked. I imagined her asshole and Sir Suresh's big dick in question, and it made no sense. I mean, come on! My mom's asshole was... well, just a tight asshole. And Sir Suresh's dick? It was big. Way too big. I felt a little disturbed just thinking about it.

"Rahul," I said, trying to control the disbelief in my voice. "My mom's asshole isn’t made to accommodate Sir Suresh's dick. It’s not normal, and it’s definitely not conventional. It’s not meant to work like that! That hole is disgusting"

There was a brief silence on the other end of the line. I could picture Rahul rubbing his hair, the way he always did when he was trying to explain something to me that seemed beyond my understanding. Then, with a patience that was borderline comical, he spoke again.

"No, no, listen," he said, his tone softening, as if he were speaking to a child who just didn’t get it yet. "This is normal. You just don’t understand it because you’ve never seen it happen. But I’ve seen it with my own eyes."

Now, my curiosity was piqued, but I wasn’t convinced. "What are you talking about? You've seen something like this before?"

Rahul’s voice brightened with excitement as he launched into his explanation. "Yes, I’ve seen it happen. It was at our house, a few weeks ago. It was between my mom and dad's boss. My mom's asshole, at first, seemed too small for my dad's boss dick."

"It was tight, and it didn’t look like it would fit at all. But after a little while, after my dad's boss pushed his dick further into her asshole using oil, my mom's asshole started to stretch. It became elastic, and my dad's boss dick slid in perfectly. It was smooth. It was like her asshole was made for the his dick."

I could hardly believe what I was hearing. "Wait a minute," I interrupted, trying to digest what he said. "You’re telling me that your mom's asshole stretched? You’re saying her anus expanded and somehow made room for your dad's boss dick?"


"Exactly," Rahul replied with a tone of absolute certainty. "It was tight at first, but then it became elastic. It adapted. Her asshole changed shape, you know women's asshole are so soft and I guess also your mom's asshole is soft. And soon enough, my dad's boss dick fit inside without any issues. But my mom screamed so hard. You just have to believe that it’s possible."

I shook my head, still unable to comprehend the situation. "But... but that’s not normal. Assholes don’t stretch like that and they are not meant to be fucked. They don’t become elastic! I don’t care how much you try to explain it. It sounds ridiculous."

Rahul sighed, the sound echoing on the other end of the line. "I know it sounds impossible, but sometimes things work in ways you can’t imagine. You’re thinking too rigidly. You’re looking at it like it’s a simple asshole but your mom's asshole is just cute and it will get stretched. But it’s more than that. It’s about flexibility, about elasticity, about things adapting to each other."


I was silent for a moment, taking in his words. Part of me still couldn’t fathom the concept of my mom's asshole stretching to accommodate Sir Suresh's huge dick. It just didn’t sit right with me. How could a tight hole like my mom's asshole somehow expand and shift to fit something else? Was Rahul just pulling my leg, or was there some truth to what he was saying?

"Okay, so you’re telling me this happened in your house when your mom got her asshole fucked by your dad's boss," I said slowly, still unconvinced. "But you can’t expect me to just believe that it will work the same way with my mom. It’s too different. Her ass is big which means her asshole is way smaller."


Rahul’s voice softened, almost as if he were speaking to me like I was a skeptic in a lecture hall. "Look, I know this sounds outlandish. I get it. It’s hard to picture. But think of it this way: things aren’t always as tight as they seem. There’s a lot of flexibility in life, in how things work. I’ve seen it myself—my mom's asshole was tight, but it adapted. It stretched. And eventually, my dad's boss dick fit. And it wasn’t just some fluke. It was natural."

Rahul let out a little chuckle. "You’re too focused on what’s 'normal' and 'conventional.' Sometimes the unexpected is exactly what happens. Your mom's asshole is meant for fucking. Your dad didn't do a good thing to let your mom's asshole free. And you know what? I think your mom's asshole will surprise Sir Suresh just by how elastic it will be for him. I believe it’ll stretch. It’ll fit Sir Suresh's dick, just like my mom's asshole  did for my dad's dick."


I was at a loss for words. Part of me wanted to argue, to stand firm in my belief that this was just impossible. But Rahul’s unwavering confidence made me second-guess myself. Could he really be right? Could something like this actually happen?


"You know," I said slowly, the pieces starting to fall into place, "I’ve never seen anything like this before. I always thought that women are only fucked inside their pussy. That’s just how life works. But maybe you’re right. Maybe I’m not seeing the bigger picture. Maybe women are also fucked inside their assholes"

Rahul’s voice brightened, and I could practically hear him smiling through the phone. "Exactly! It’s all about thinking outside the box."

"You know," Rahul continued, his tone playful, "Sir Suresh will also smell your mom's asshole before he fucks it."

I paused, the words lingering in the air. My mind froze for a moment. "What? Smell my mom's asshole? Rahul, that’s... that’s disgusting! Why would he smell her asshole?"

Rahul silenced softly, as if he had expected this reaction. "I know it sounds odd, but it’s actually quite naughty. Women love when their assholes are licked."

"Naughty?" I repeated incredulously. "But how will he smell my mom's asshole? And, let’s be real, don't you think it will smell kinky? You can't seriously be telling me this!"

I was genuinely grossed out now. The thought of anyone smelling asshole that smelled like kink was revolting. I imagined it now—my mom's asshole, with its stale, pungent odor. I couldn’t even wrap my head around how that could be something anyone would want to smell, let alone Sir Suresh.

Rahul’s voice was calm, almost too calm, as if he was explaining something that made perfect sense. "Look, I get it. You're not used to this, but it’s normal. Even my dad's boss smells my mom's asshole every time even when it is sweaty, he smell it for different reasons. In this case, Sir Suresh's going to smell your mom's asshole because it’s part of the process. It’s all about connecting with her asshole and preparation."

I scrunched my face in disbelief. "Connecting with her asshole? Rahul, asshole smelling is disgusting! It reeks of dirt. No one, absolutely no one, would want to smell that."

Rahul didn’t seem phased by my disgust. "I know it might sound unpleasant to you, but sometimes the smell of a woman's asshole, especially your mom's big ass is the smell of heaven. The dirty smell of your mom's asshole... it’s actually part of the experience. It represents the history, the past moments that her asshole has been through. The smell is a way of connecting with all that, of acknowledging her asshole journey of not being used."

I could feel the revolting image of her asshole growing in my mind, but Rahul’s explanation kept pushing against it. "That’s a bit hard to believe, Rahul. I mean, no one wants to smell dirty hole. It’s not something anyone should be okay with."

Rahul laughed softly. "I get it. You’re thinking about the smell as just... the smell. But it's not about the smell itself. It’s about what it represents. The dirty smell, the history, all of it—it’s a part of the ritual. And Sir Suresh knows that. He's not just smelling something disgusting; he is connecting with the essence of your mom's asshole. That’s what matters."


I sat back on my bed, taking a deep breath. "Alright, Rahul. I’m going to trust you on this one. If you say it’ll fit, then maybe it will and maybe he will smells her asshole. Maybe my mom's asshole will stretch, and Sir Suresh's dick will slide right in."

Rahul’s voice became serious for a moment. "You’ll see, my friend. It’ll happen. It’s not about what’s normal, it’s about what’s possible."

As I ended the call, I found myself reflecting on the conversation. What had started as a strange and seemingly nonsensical idea now felt strangely plausible. I had been so focused on the way things were supposed to be, the way they were supposed to fit, that I hadn’t considered the possibility of change. Of flexibility. Of things adapting to each other in ways I couldn’t imagine.

Maybe Rahul was right after all. What I thought was impossible might just happen. What seemed too big, too much, might find its place in the most unexpected way.

And as I thought about it, I realized that sometimes the most surprising things are the ones that break the rules. What I had once considered impossible was now something I was looking forward to seeing unfold.




NEXT PART COMING SOON! DON'T MISS OUT. WHAT'S YOUR THOUGHTS ABOUT THIS PART??

[deepangshu]

Great writing..

[1234hitman]

Good update and waiting for the next and if possible include the WhatsApp sex chat between them

[RajV]

Lovely story keep it up

[nadia]

Good update and waiting for the next and if possible include the WhatsApp sex chat between them

yes definitely

[kanikaakochr]

Nice update and awaiting

[nadia]

CONTINUATION......





The sunlight peeked through the blinds, casting soft rays across the room as I stirred awake. My mind still foggy from sleep, I was startled by a cheerful voice as I reached the sitting room.

“Good morning! How did you sleep?” My mom greeted me warmly, her tone unusually bright. She was wearing one of those black and pink sarees Sir Suresh bought her. I don't know why she didn't wear any of my of the sarees my dad bought her. She was only wearing those Sir Suresh purchased for her.

I think she was slowly falling in love with Sir Suresh and this were the clear signs and I was not at all bothered.

I blinked, still adjusting to the light. “Uh, morning... I slept okay, I guess,” I muttered. “What about you?”

She smiled, her eyes sparkling. “Oh, I slept like a baby! A perfect night’s rest.”, she answered and I noticed the glow in her eyes.

Her enthusiasm caught me off guard. My mom was rarely this energetic in the mornings. Usually, she was slow to rise, groggy, and indifferent to conversation before her first cup of tea especially when dad was around. I chalked it up to a good night’s sleep, but something about her demeanor seemed different—happier, almost radiant.

I know this demeanor is from her association and illicit relation with Sir Suresh. I could not imagine how my traditional mom who for the last 15 years sustained her religious practice today turn into completely polar opposite person.

Over the next few days, My mom's behavior started to change. It wasn’t drastic, but subtle things began to catch my attention. Like she used to quickly pick up when Sir Suresh called her through her phone. Sometimes, she would be sitting in the sitting room me and her watching tv but as soon as she gets a call in her phone by Sir Suresh, she quickly gets up and dashes to her room and locks herself and chats with him.

Sir Suresh was clearly obsessed with my mom and same with my mom clearly over the moon and enchanted by him. My dad was undoubtedly out of the picture. He was no longer in the mind of my mom. My dad's calls were sometimes not even answered by my mom. 

For example, sometimes, when my mom cooks, dad calls but she never picks up, she just gazes at the phone and she throws it on the sofa. She was evidently apathetic towards my dad. And I think Sir Suresh's big dick made my mom despise dad.


She seemed glued to her phone, constantly checking it and smiling as she scrolled through messages of Sir Suresh. Whenever I approached, she would quickly lock the screen and put the phone away, a faint blush creeping onto her cheeks. I wondered why.

“What’s so funny?” I asked one evening, trying to sound casual.

“Oh, nothing,” she replied quickly, her smile widening.

Her joy was infectious, and yet I couldn’t help but feel a bit puzzled. I had never seen my mom this happy, not even during celebrations or festivals or during the presence of my dad. Something—or someone—was clearly bringing her immense joy and that person is clearly Sir Suresh. My dad seemed to be sidelined.


One afternoon, my mom told me she needed to run to the grocery store. “I’ll be back in an hour,” she said, grabbing her bag and heading out the door.

As soon as she left, curiosity got the better of me. I had to know what—or who—was making her so happy. I knew it was Sir Suresh but I wanted to eagerly know what they were talking about and their plans because it was now a week since they seen each other. I reached for her phone which was hidden in the drawer in her bedroom, hesitating for a moment before unlocking it. What I saw left me stunned.

There, at the top of her chat list, was a conversation with Sir Suresh. My heart raced as I tapped on the chat. The messages painted a picture I wasn’t prepared for. Here was the WhatsApp messages I read between them;


Sir Suresh:
Sunita, you promised me! When can we meet, I want to fuck you so hard on your marital bed before your stupid husband comes.

My mom:
I’m not sure, Suresh. I’m really nervous...

Sir Suresh:
Don’t be! Remember you promised to give me something special, your tight unused asshole. Isn’t this what we talked about?

My mom:
Yes, but I didn’t think it would be so soon...

Sir Suresh:
The sooner, the better. You’ll love it, trust me. This time, you will scream so hard when I fuck your asshole. Did you enjoy our last meeting?

My mom:
I did... It was nice. You were so rough though. ???

Sir Suresh:
Rough is the way to go. I noticed you enjoy when I do it rough. Then there’s nothing to worry about! By the way, send me some pictures of your big ass and pussy. I’d love to see them and jerk off.

My mom:
What?! No, Suresh! Rajeev might see my phone! You know he might check my phone even when I cook, I can't risk

Sir Suresh:
Come on, Sunita! He doesn’t need to know. Just be careful. You can send them now, and then delete them later. Make sure you send me all your holes pics

My mom:
But how do I even send something like that?

Sir Suresh:
It’s easy! Just go to your bedroom, remove your clothes and send them one by one. Then after I receive, delete them.

My mom:
I don’t know, Suresh... This feels risky.

Sir Suresh:
Trust me Sunita. I’ll never share them with anyone. It’s just between us.


MY MOM THEN SENT THIS PHOTOS TO SIR SURESH AND I WAS SHOCKED TO SEE HOW MY MOM HAS CHANGED























My mom:
Alright, fine. But promise me you won’t show them to anyone.

Sir Suresh:
Of course! When can I come over? My dick is always hard just when I think about you

My mom:
???I don’t know. I’m scared, Suresh. What if someone finds out?

Sir Suresh:
No one will find out. Just pick a day, and I’ll make sure it’s perfect. On your marital bed, bang! bang! bang! 

My mom:
Okay... How about Friday? At night but come when Rajeev is asleep around 10pm because I suspect that he will smell something fishy going on.

Sir Suresh:
Perfect! Friday it is. And don’t worry about anything. Rajeev is too young to understand this. When I use your asshole for the first time, you’ll see—it’ll be wonderful.

My mom:
But I’m scared about you opening my asshole. I have never done it in the back before, not even my husband did it to me.

Sir Suresh:
Sunita, your tight asshole is meant to be fucked by me. Keeping it closed forever would be a waste. Once I fuck it with my dick, you’ll see how special it is. Trust me—you’ll love it.

My mom:
But you really do it rough even when you were doing my pussy, I am afraid you will tear my asshole

Sir Suresh:
Sunita, no need to worry, I will fuck your ass until you scream my name

My mom:
????





In the days that followed, I began noticing small but significant gestures from Sir Suresh. Bouquets of fresh flowers arrived at the house, their vibrant colors brightening the living room. Expensive necklaces, wrapped in delicate boxes, were delivered with handwritten notes.

My dad never showed this kind of loving gestures to my mom. Ever since dad was transferred to work in another country, he never even dared to send my mom flowers.

My mom's face lit up every time she received something from Sir Suresh. Her joy was palpable, her sounds of singing ringing through the house in a way I had never heard before. My mom sang like Cinderella. She seemed transformed—confident, radiant, and almost in a state of perpetual bliss.

I watched from the sidelines, trying to make sense of it all. Whatever Sir Suresh was doing, it was clearly making my mom happy. Their shared bond was growing stronger and with vitality every single day and my dad was unaware of this.

But at the same time, a part of me couldn’t shake the feeling that this newfound happiness came with its own complexities. Late one night, I stirred from my sleep, the faint creak of a door pulling me from the edges of a dream. I opened my eyes and heard sounds like flashing of phone was coming out from my mom's bedroom. 


I knew she was alone because Sir Suresh wasn't with her at that time and he didn't come home that night. Quietly, I got up, stepping into the dimly lit hallway. My heart racing as usual and my dick swelling simultaneously. A soft glow emanated from the direction of the of her bedroom. Curious, I tiptoed toward the source.

Reaching her bedroom, I stopped outside the door, careful not to make a sound. The door was locked, but the faint sound of movement came from within. Pressing my ear to the door, I heard the faint shutter click of a phone camera. My heart quickened as I realized she was taking photos.

I quickly realized that she was taking more naked photos of herself and sending them to Sir Suresh. I was amazed of how Sir Suresh couldn't sleep without having some of my mom's pic in his phone that is why he was hounding my mom asking for her naked photos.

Unable to contain my curiosity, I peered through the keyhole. There she was, her phone angled as she took selfies, her expressions alternating between shy smiles and playful poses. She was naked and she took several photos bending over or standing and changing clothes every time she took photos. 

She adjusted the camera to focus on her pussy, boobs ass and asshole. She spread her pussy flesh and clit slightly, capturing them from different angles. It was clear these photos were meant for someone specific— Sir Suresh.

The fact that my mom was so committed to this man was stunning me. I never knew she would devout herself to another man who is not even married to her. But who knows, maybe she was enjoying it and why not?


I retreated to my room, my mind racing. My mom had become so engrossed in her newfound bond with Sir Suresh that she was waking up around at night to send him these private images. There was something intimate, almost obsessive, about it. I couldn’t deny the growing tension in the household. Something had shifted, and it was palpable in every interaction.

My mom was no longer the wife of my dad but the woman of Sir Suresh. This man Sir Suresh was gradually grabbing my mom away from the grip of my dad.


Another night, unable to sleep, I found myself standing outside my mom's bedroom door. A faint moan of a melody drifted through the woody door of my mom's bedroom. Intrigued, I leaned closer, pressing my ear against the door. Her moans were soft, almost dreamy, as she moaned a single name over and over.

“Suresh... Suresh aahhhh ...” she moaned, her tone filled with longing. I wondered what she was doing so I decided to cautiously peep in the window. What I saw instantly made my dick hard. My mom was on her back, her fingers rubbing her pussy in a fast motion. Her left hand was rubbing her boobs simultaneously just like how she masturbates.

She was moaning and masturbating her mouth singing the anthem of Sir Suresh. This is when I confirmed that my shy mom is finally the woman of Sir Suresh. She is no longer going back to loving my dad even though they are still married.

The sound of her moans sent a pang through my chest. I could imagine her sitting on her bed, eyes closed, completely absorbed in the thought of Sir Suresh as she rubbed her tight pussy. It was almost surreal to witness someone so entirely consumed by another person. She continued masturbating until she cummed and fell asleep still naked.

As days turned into weeks, I couldn’t help but feel sorry for my dad. Once my mom's closest confidante, my dad had now been relegated to the periphery of my mom's life. 

They barely spoke, their once-frequent phone calls now a distant memory. My dad wondered why my mom rarely picks his calls and even if she picks, she as if she doesn't want to talk to him.

I recalled how my dad used to be with us often, my mom's laughter filling the house as him and my mom shared stories and secrets. Now, dad seemed like a shadow, his presence fading as my mom's attention was monopolized by Sir Suresh. This made my dick hard. Friends, for me, I would have never thought that this scenario of my mom being tranced by Sir Suresh would ever make my dick rock hard.

My mom was distant, her responses curt and detached whenever she spoke with my dad. It was weird to witness their loving unravel, the bond they once shared dissolving in the wake of my mom's infatuation with Sir Suresh. What did Sir Suresh do to my mom?

My mom herself was changing in more ways than one. Her breast and ass, once modest and unassuming, began to grow. They seemed larger, fuller, almost as if they were blossoming under Sir Suresh's influence. She carried them with a newfound pride, often admiring them in the mirror.

Whenever she walked around the house, her breast and full ass used to jiggle up and down.

At first, I thought it was my imagination, but the change was undeniable. Her ass gleamed with a peculiar shine, and her boobs seemed sharper and her nipples piercing through her bra, its contours more pronounced. My mom would hold them, turning them over in her hands, a soft smile playing on her lips. It was as though they were transforming into extensions of herself, symbols of her connection with Sir Suresh.

One evening, I overheard a conversation between my mom and Sir Suresh. Their voices were low, intimate, but I caught enough to understand the depth of their bond. They were sitting in the sitting room. Sir Suresh wanted to cuddle my mom but she was hesitant and reminding him that I was in the house.

“Sunita,” Sir Suresh's voice was soft but probing, “tell me something. Who do you love more—me or your husband?”

There was a pause, the silence heavy with hesitation. “I... I don’t know,” my mom admitted, her voice trembling.

“Come on,” Sir Suresh coaxed gently. “Be honest with me. You know how much you mean to me.”

“I do,” my mom whispered. “It’s just... my husband and I have been married for so long. He's always been there for me.”

“But has he made you feel the way I do?” Sir Suresh pressed. “Have you ever felt this good with him?”

My mom was silent for a long moment before finally speaking. “No. I’ve never felt this way before. With you... it’s different. It’s... special. I’ve never felt so good.”


“So, who do you love more?” Sir Suresh's voice was teasing but insistent.

My mom exhaled deeply. “You. I love you more than my husband.” I was shocked when I heard this. My mom pointblank confessed to Sir Suresh that she loves him more than my dad. This bond between them was so intense and inextricable.

The confession hung in the air, its weight undeniable. It was a moment of raw vulnerability, a declaration that solidified their bond. Sir Suresh's smile rang out softly, filled with satisfaction and affection.

“I love you too, Sunita,” he said. “More than you’ll ever know.” This line made my mom smile, a glow gleaming across her face. In the days that followed, I watched as my mom grew more radiant, her joy almost tangible. They didn't fuck because my mom was really hesitant although Sir Suresh continued asking for her.

However, inside the house, I used to see them secretly kissing and hugging. However, my mom was very cautious. Even one day, during day time, Sir Suresh came to our home. Mom told me to remain in the sitting room as she wanted to discuss something with Sir Suresh. Then after few minutes, I went to peep secretly in mom's bedroom.

Sir Suresh wanted to fuck my mom but she refused so Sir Suresh asked for a blowjob. My mom quickly got down on her knees and started swallowing his cock in her small mouth and sucked his dick until he cummed all over his face.





I noticed several moments of this nature but they didn't actually fuck because my mom was still nervous because maybe I would know.



Flowers continued to arrive at the house, their vibrant blooms filling every corner with color and life. Alongside them came expensive necklaces, their delicate designs glinting in the light. Each gift was accompanied by a note from Sir Suresh, his words filled with adoration and care.

My mom would beam as she opened each package, her happiness spilling over in bright cheeful and shy smiles. She wore the necklaces with pride, their shimmering presence a constant reminder of Sir Suresh affection. It was clear that Sir Suresh's influence was reshaping her, not just emotionally but in every aspect of her being.









Now the day reached when I was going to witness my mom being fucked at her marital bed. That morning, my mom asked me to accompany her to the mall. She said she wanted to buy some dress. I think she was going to buy one of those naughty dress to impress Sir Suresh tonight before he fucks her hard.


NEXT PART COMING SOON!

[1234hitman]

Excellent update brother keep rocking

[ricah43165]

Great.
I really liked her this transformation.
I’d love for her to dress more seductively for Ramesh Sir.
Since she’s going shopping, I’d suggest she buy an expensive and sexy lingerie set for herself to impress sir with her look.

[snowy69]

Awesome update bro...
Please update as soon as possible..

[meetsriram]

After suresh sir encounter, did son also get a chance to fuck her?