Adultery My Shy Mom Seduced And Fucked by Sir Suresh

[kanikaakochr]

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[nadia]

CONTINUATION..........





My mom and I went into different stores and I would admit very expensive stores for women clothing. She seemed so happy buying very expensive women clothing. I wondered where she got all this money from because she normally didn't have such huge amounts of money.

I knew very well that Sir Suresh was the one who gave her all that money. As we walked down the street, I saw her ass bouncing here and there and like I said earlier in the story, drivers in the street had a hard time driving, they caused traffic jam just because of them staring at my mom's big bouncy ass.

Besides, I saw her ass and I thought to myself, "This big ass was going to be fucked for the first time tonight by Sir Suresh"


That evening, mom had prepared a meal for both of us. The aroma of spices and freshly cooked lentils filled the air, and the dining table was neatly set, an unusual touch. Her enthusiasm was evident as she placed the dishes before me.

“Here you go,” she said with a smile, sitting across from me. Her energy was radiant, but something seemed to linger just beneath the surface—an undercurrent of excitement.

As we began eating, I noticed her glancing at her phone every few minutes. Her smile would brighten with each glance, her cheeks flushed with a happiness I hadn’t seen in a long time. She seemed completely engrossed, hardly paying attention to the food before her.

“Mom,” I asked after a while, “what’s with the smile? You’ve been staring at your phone all evening.”

“Oh, it’s nothing,” she said quickly, brushing it off with a nervous laugh. “Just a message from an old friend.” Her answer was vague, and though I tried to believe her, the glint in her eyes told another story. There was something more, something she wasn’t ready to share. I let it slide, because I already knew what it was.


After dinner, my mom excused herself and disappeared into her room. When she returned a while later, she had changed into a stunning night-time satin dress—a deep maroon fabric adorned with delicate gold embroidery. I recognized it as the one Sir Suresh had gifted her recently. It flowed gracefully as she moved, accentuating her curves.

“You’re dressed up,” I remarked casually, trying to mask my curiosity.

She only smiled. “Just felt like wearing it,” she said, avoiding eye contact.

I nodded but didn’t press further. Something was in the air, and it felt like the evening was building toward a moment I couldn’t quite grasp yet.



Feeling the weight of anticipation, I decided to go to bed early just to give her freedom. I sensed that tonight was important to her, and though she didn’t share the details with me, I was expecting something hot. As I lay in bed, my ears attuned to every sound in the quiet house, my heart thudded softly in my chest.

Around midnight, a faint knock at the main door broke the silence. I tensed, straining to hear. Soft voices followed, and I recognized my mom's cheerful tone mingling with Sir Suresh. 

This man was going to achieve the most unachievable thing ever which is to fuck my mom on her marital and sacred bed which should only be shared with dad only. There was laughter, light and familiar, as if they’d stepped into a world of their own.

My mom soon came to check on me. Through the slit of my barely open eyes, I saw her peering into my room. I let my breathing remain steady, feigning sleep. Satisfied, she slipped away, her footsteps light as she made her way back to her bedroom. Moments later, I heard the click of her bedroom door closing.

My mind raced. What were they doing in there? The thought filled me with both curiosity and apprehension. I lay there for what felt like an eternity, my heart pounding in the stillness and my dick becoming hard and hard. Finally, I mustered the courage to get up and see for myself.


The bedroom door of my mom was locked and through the narrow gap in the window, I caught a glimpse of the scene inside. My mom was lying on her stomach and her big ass was on the air, her hands crossed under her boobs and her head resting on her crossed hands, while Sir Suresh bent behind her, both of them naked, her presence commanding yet calm. They were talking in hushed tones, their expressions a mix of excitement and nervousness.

“It’s tonight, Sunita,” Sir Suresh said gently. “You promised me to fuck this big ass for the first time.”

My mom nodded, though her face betrayed her hesitation. “I know... I did. But... I’m still not sure. What if it doesn’t work?”

“It will,” Sir Suresh reassured her, his tone firm yet soothing. “You have to trust me. Tonight is about letting go of that fear. You’ll see—it’s going to be magical. Your tight asshole will be mine tonight”

My mom let out a shaky breath, her fingers fidgeting with the edge of her mouth. “It’s just... I don’t think it will fit. I’ve never done anything like this before in my anus.”

Sir Suresh smiled, his confidence unwavering. “That’s why I’m here. To guide you. To make sure it’s perfect.” Suresh reached for a small bottle of oil from the desk and began to apply it on my mom's big ass, gently massaging the tension away. He placed my mom on doggystyle so that he can get a close access to her asshole.





The act was tender, almost ritualistic, as if  were helping my mom prepare for something significant, to be fucked in her asshole for the first time ever. 

My mom's face showed a mixture of reluctance and trust, her features softening as Sir Suresh calming presence enveloped her.

“You’re not alone in this,” Sir Suresh said softly. “I’m here with you, every step of the way. Your husband is such a wasteful man for not using your asshole”

Friends, with this, I agreed with what Sir Suresh said about my dad. How could my dad not fuck my mom's asshole all those years? Many married men around our suburban area dreamed of fucking my mom in the ass but my dad didn't care to use that precious hole situated at the back of my mom. He is a waste.

My mom nodded slowly, her initial hesitation giving way to quiet acceptance. “Okay,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “Let’s do this but promise to be gentle”


The air in the room seemed to grow heavier with every passing moment, filled with an eerie sense of expectation.

My mom, still on doggystyle on the bed, presented her big ass as if it were some strange, mystical artifact for Sir Suresh to discover. Her expectations were filled with wonder but also a flicker of concern. Her asshole, which had been sitting quietly for days and years, seemed to exude a presence that left her uneasy. Her fingers played with the edges of the nipples, her body tensed as she waited her asshole to be explored.

With a gentle, reassuring smile, Sir Suresh said, “Don’t worry, Sunita. My dick will fit your asshole. It will fill it all the way to the brim. Just wait, and watch.” He said this as he continued applying oil on her asshole.


Then, suddenly, the room was filled with a pungent aroma as Sir Suresh bent down and started smelling my mom's asshole. It was sharp, intense, and undeniably captivating. The smell seemed to come from my mom's asshole itself, a heady, almost overwhelming scent that filled the air.

Sir Suresh inhaled deeply, his eyes closing for a moment, clearly savoring the aroma of my mom's asshole. As soon as he did this, I remembered what my friend Rahul told me about Sir Suresh smelling my mom's asshole and it came to pass, he was actually telling me the truth.

 “Isn’t it exciting, Sunita? It’s pungent, yes, but there’s something… addictive about it,” he said passionately, his voice almost breathless. “The aroma of this asshole of yours is unlike anything I’ve ever encountered. It’s so powerful, the smell of sweat around it, unwashed asshole, yet so sweet. It’s as though your asshole itself is alive, and it’s calling out to me to fuck it.”


Friends, for me I always thought that it is disgusting to lick asshole but today, I was actually being mesmerized by Sir Suresh smelling mom's asshole that much. It was exuberating to watch him smelling and licking that sweaty and unwashed asshole.


Mom, who had been lying on her stomach, flushed a deep shade of red at her lover's enthusiastic words. She felt suddenly embarrassed, as though she had been caught in something too intimate, too intense. She shifted uncomfortably, trying to ignore the feeling of heat rising in her cheeks.

“Aaahhh ooohhh sshhhh What does it smell like to you, Suresh?” My mom asked, still trying to make sense of the strange combination of aromas filling the room as Sir Suresh licked her asshole.

Sir Suresh, clearly entranced by the scent, leaned back slightly, his fingers still poking mom's asshole. “It smells... weird,” he said slowly, his voice full of wonder. “It’s not like anything I’ve ever smelled before. It’s almost as if it’s something I’m not supposed to understand yet, but it draws me in all the same. It’s... strange. But it feels like it has a purpose, something deeper.”

Mom's face flushed even more, her stomach turning with a strange feeling that she couldn’t quite place. She continued to lie on her stomach, unable to stop Sir Suresh, who seemed so intent on her asshole as if it held the key to something only she could understand.

Sir Suresh, now positioned himself behind my mom, without hesitation, told my mom to spread her asshole, started pushing his dick inside her asshole, his movements careful but steady. But as soon as his dick touched the opening of her tight asshole, it didn’t seem to enter at all. Instead, his dick was met with resistance by mom's asshole, refusing to enter.


My mom, gripping her teeth, shouted out in alarm, “Wait! Don’t push in my asshole like that, Suresh aahhhh! It’s not working. Your dick is not going in!”


Sir Suresh paused, slightly frustrated, but not deterred. “It’s okay, Sunita,” he said, his tone calm yet resolute. “Let me try again.” My mom spread her asscheeks wide apart, trying to adjust the opening, but again, Sir Suresh's dick did not flow in as it was supposed to. 

My mom's asshole was super tight.

My mom, growing increasingly anxious, sat up, her heart racing. “Suresh please it can't enter just leave it” she said, her voice shaky, fear in her eyes.

But Sir Suresh, still focused, turned my mom in doggystyle again, tried a second time, his eyes narrowed in concentration. He adjusted the opening, trying a slightly different angle this time. Sir Suresh took a deep breath and tried a fifth time. This time, something clicked. Slowly, deliberately, his dick began to penetrate my mom's precious asshole. 


It was as though her asshole finally opened up, accepting his huge cock in a slow, measured insertion. My mom moaned, "aaahhhh Sureshhhhh aoooohhhh oooooiiiiihhh ooo please oooooohhh sshhh"

“There,” Sir Suresh said with a small smile, his voice satisfied. “Stop screaming, I told you it would fit. My dick was meant to fuck this asshole of yours and it has adjusted itself like I said, but it just needs the right approach. It’s all about patience and precision.”


My mom, who had been holding her breath throughout the entire process, let out a soft gasp of relief. “I can’t believe it, oohhh sshh  please Suresh slowly aaoooohhh” she moaned, her eyes wide with shock.

But then, my mom hesitated again, a slight concern still in her voice. “Aaahhh oohhhh Maybe… maybe you should go slower, Suresh, gentle .....aahhh gentle....ooohhh noo wait ooohhh why is it burning this much?”

Sir Suresh shot his a brief, irritated glance. “Sunita, stop being so simple. Your asshole won’t open more unless I apply some force. It’s just the way it works. My dick won’t fit if it’s not done properly.”


Mom felt a strange, painful sensation spreading through the opening of her asshole as Sir Suresh went in deeper and deeper, and she couldn’t shake the feeling that her asshole was being opened for the first time. A strange tension gripped her as she bent, her head buried in the pillow to avoid looking at Sir Suresh.


"Spread your asscheeks Sunita so that my dick can enter easily, you are making it hard baby" Sir Suresh told my mom.


"No, Suresh aahhh noooo!" my mom cried out suddenly, her voice breaking. I could see sweat on her face. “Please... wait. You’re pushing too hard. It feels...it's burning.”

Sir Suresh, who had been focused on fucking her asshole deeper, didn’t seem to hear the desperation in my mom's voice. “Sunita, you’re being ridiculous. If I don’t use force, your asshole won’t open up. It’s not going to work otherwise. Now stop acting like this is something to worry about.”

But my mom could feel the pressure inside her building. It wasn’t just asshole anymore—it was something more, something she couldn’t explain. She screamed out, her voice raw with emotion. “No! Please, stop! It’s hurting... I can feel it! Aaahhhh Suressshhh aaooooohhhh”

With every push of Sir Suresh's dick inside her asshole, my mom felt the connection intensify. Her body trembled as if she could sense the life force of her smelly anus merging with her own. Sweat trickled down her face, dampening the skin of her breasts and back as she endured the pressure building inside her asshole. 

From what I saw, Sir Suresh's dick was now halfway in mom's asshole, seemed to pulsate with a strange, powerful energy, and my mom couldn't shake the feeling that it was drawing something from her, something beyond his penis, something more profound.





Sir Suresh, his hands steady but eyes focused, glanced at my mom with a gentle smile. "How do you feel, Sunita?" he asked softly, but my mom's answer came through clenched teeth, a hint of anger creeping into her voice.

“It hurts ssshhh oooooiiiihhhh uuuhhhhhh,” mom muttered, barely audible, her face flushed with the weight of the experience. "This... my asshole shouldn't be filled with your dick aahhhhhhhhhhhh."

Sir Suresh, unfazed by the frustration in my mom's tone, continued his work of pushing his dick inside further her asshole. “You will love anal sex and appreciate it perfectly,” he said, his voice calm but firm. “It's just the beginning. Your asshole needs to be filled all the way for it to hold its full power.” 


“From the moment I saw your big ass for the first time,” he said, his voice filled with determination, “I knew it had to take my dick inside. That was my mission, Sunita. That’s what I’ve been working towards. Fucking your fat ass and I am doing it right now, on your marital bed”


Sir Suresh's dick was now deeper inside her asshole, it swallowed all his dick inside. I didn't believe it, that tight asshole of my mom which seemed impossible to be penetrated by Sir Suresh's big dick was not accommodating it all. As Sir Suresh continued fucking my mom's asshole, the bed beneath them shook with the movement of my mom's big ass, the heavy thumping of the fucking was impacting the bed's movement. 






My mom's big ass seemed to tremble under the pressure. I could hear the shaking, the tremors that reverberated through the floor. “aahhhh aahhh Suressshhhh , be gentle!” mom screamed, her voice panicked. “It’s the first time! You’re going too fast! aahhhhhh oooohhhhhhh”

The bed was shaking so hard that even the glasses which were placed nearby the desk were trembling and clinking as if they were about to fall. 


My mom's fears grew. The speed of Sir Suresh's fucking her asshole made her nervous. She was worried that the opening of her asshole might tear, that the delicate structure wouldn’t hold under the intense force of his dick pushing out and in. “Suressshh oooohhh ooohh aaaaiiiiiii, please!” she pleaded. “You have to slow down!”





I just held my dick and started masturbating stroking my cock so fast. From the way Sir Suresh was fucking my mom's asshole, I knew the opening of her smelly anus was elastic and loose by now. My mom screamed as much as she could but it was too late because Sir Suresh's dick was bully buried in her asshole.


Sir Suresh's dick was now easily going in and out of my mom's tight asshole which was beginning to get loose and loose. "Which hole am I fucking, tell me Sunita which hole am I fucking?", Sir Suresh asked mom as he continued going deeper inside her asshole.

My mom didn't want to answer, "Aaahhh Suresh please stop asking me that, aahhhh ooooooooohhh" Then Sir Suresh continued asking her. "Answer me Sunita, talk to me which hole am I fucking?" Then my mom finally answered, "aahh my asshole, you are fucking my asshole....aahhh oooohhhh"


After about an hour of fucking her asshole, Sir Suresh groaned, "aarrgghh Sunita I am cumming inside your holy asshole aahhhhh take my cum Sunita, aarrgghh take it inside your asshole aaaaaarrggghhh"

My mom who was feeling another man's sperm inside her backdoor hole was starting to moan "OOhh sshh aaahhhhhhh ooohh my....oohh my....aaaahhh ooohhh"


 A sound of exhaustion that was barely audible over the constant fucking. I knew he was cumming inside her asshole, and it seemed as if the final moments were upon them. My mom's body was shaking, her entire body drenched in sweat, her chest rising and falling with heavy breaths. Her voice broke as she shouted, “Aahh Suresh, please... it’s too much... I can’t take it!”

But Sir Suresh didn’t stop. He gripped my mom's big ass tightly, his hands steady as he filled her asshole with the final drops of his holy water, or let's call it his holy sperm. Mom's breath was labored, but she didn’t show any sign of hesitation. The process was nearly complete, and she knew this was a moment she couldn’t back away from.




She felt the sperms flowing down her asshole. My mom dropped down onto the bed, her limbs weak from the ordeal. Sir Suresh  behind her, holding the her fat ass with a sense of reverence. It was no longer just a vessel—it was a symbol of something far greater, and they both felt the weight of that significance. 


Friends, even for me, I cummed so hard and spilled my sperms on the wall nearby with a sound of faint "arrgghh" escaping my mouth. Sir Suresh, with a slow, deliberate motion, began to remove his dick from my mom's loose asshole. As he did so, I noticed something strange. 


Sir Suresh's huge cock, which was buried in my mom's asshole, was now covered in a thick, slimy white substance. At first, I  knew it was his sperm, but there was something else mixed with it, something brown. As the smell hit my senses, I realized it was the unmistakable odor of my mom's brown shit.

I felt a wave of nastiness rise within me, the mixture of his sperm and mom's shit on his dick was exciting to see, a strange combination that didn’t seem to belong. The smell was overpowering, and I could feel getting excited as I saw this.


“Oh, Sunita,” Sir Suresh said, his voice a mix of amusement and surprise. “You pooed on my dick.”

My mom, still lying on the bed, hadn’t realized that she had done. She blinked in surprise, feeling the heat of embarrassment rush to her face. She didn't know what mess she did. “Oh no,” she murmured, her voice full of regret. “I didn’t mean to. I couldn’t control it. I think my asshole must have loosened up, and... I didn’t expect it and it's my first time taking something in my asshole”

Sir Suresh smiled warmly, grabbing a her panties nearby. “You don’t need to apologize, Sunita,” he said kindly. “This is all part of it. Your asshole is just adjusting, and that’s fine. You’re doing great.” He gently wiped away mom's shit from his dick using her panties, his movements calm and reassuring.

With a smile, mom told him while putting a finger inside her asshole to quantify how much Sir Suresh cummed in her asshole, "OOhh myy Suresh, you really cummed so much in my ass, just look at how it continues to spill on the bed...eewwww!"


"That whole milk sperm was only meant for your asshole, I reserved it", Sir Suresh replied with a evil smile.

My mom, feeling the pressure lift slightly, closed her eyes, she suddenly felt the rush of embarrassment and self-consciousness once more. It was too much for her to handle in one moment. Without a word, she woke up from the bed, holding her big ass, quite like trying to plug her asshole, she rushed toward the bathroom, her steps quick and unsteady.


On the bed, she left a small pool of Sir Suresh's cum and a little bit of her shit that flowed from her asshole. It was so hot to see that nasty.

Sir Suresh, watching her sudden movement, couldn’t help but chuckle faintly as he rested on the bed. There was something both amusing and endearing about my mom's sudden reaction. He smiled as she watched my mom hurry away, her face flushed with embarrassment. It was as if the whole experience had overwhelmed my mom, and now she was running from it, not knowing how to process it all.


But all from this, the mission was done! My mom's asshole was finally fucked by Sir Suresh. That holy hole, hidden by her fat asscheeks was now opened and yes, not by my dad, but by Sir Suresh himself. He completely turned my shy mom into his woman and I was happy. 

My mom came back to bed and slept near Sir Suresh. "Thank you my love, you gave me such a priceless asset in your asshole" Sir Suresh said. "You naughty man, you have taken all my body, all the holes. You haven't left anything. I have no option now", my mom replied with a slight smile on her face.


They then kissed for 5 minutes and both turned off the light and slept. I crept slowly to my bedroom and slept also.


NEXT PART COMING SOON! STAY TUNED!!

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CONTINUATION.........




In the morning after everything that had happened  last night still hung heavily in my mind. I woke up with a strange feeling, as if the night had not fully left me. The scenes of the previous evening played on repeat in my head— Sir Suresh fucking  my mom's big ass for the first time, the way my mom screamed as if something inside her asshole was awakening. What had I witnessed? I couldn’t shake it off.

I got out of bed and made my way to my mom's bedroom. As I walked through the hallway, I couldn’t stop thinking about the how Sir Suresh fucked my mom's asshole, that man was surely a strong man and by now I knew mom's asshole was loose. 

It had been so tight before he fucked her asshole, but now I knew it was not as tight as earlier. My thoughts kept swirling around.

When I reached my mom's bedroom, I found Sir Suresh sitting on mom's bed, a towel wrapped around his body as he read a newspaper. The room was warm, the smell of my mom's shit still lingering in the air because yesternight Sir Suresh really ravaged mom's asshole and she accidentally shitted on the bed due to the heavy pounding she received.


The morning sunlight filtering in through the curtains. Sir Suresh didn’t notice me at first, so I stood in the doorway for a moment, watching him. He looked so calm, so collected, as if nothing out of the ordinary had taken place last night. The room was still untidy and mom's bra, panties and also Sir Suresh's inner wears where all scattered all around the room. 

“Sir,” I said, breaking the silence. “When did you come in?” He glanced up from her newspaper, his eyes momentarily flashing with something like guilt? But it was gone in an instant. A smile curled on his lips as he said, “I just got here.”

I raised an eyebrow because I knew how he was a chronic lair but I loved how he lied. “What are you doing in mom's bedroom?” I asked, even though I already had a pretty good idea of the answer.

Sir Suresh stiffened slightly, a small flicker of tension passing through him. But he recovered quickly, his expression returning to its usual calm. “Just resting for a bit,” he answered smoothly, his voice betraying no hint of nervousness. But he kept glancing at how the room was scattered with his inner wears and mom's inner wears and that made him slightly nervous.

Just then, the door creaked open, and mom walked in, carrying a tray filled with steaming plates of Indian breakfast, and I noticed it was Sir Suresh's favorite breakfast: Idli-Sambar: Steamed rice cakes served with a lentil-based vegetable stew and coconut chutney. Mom froze when she saw me standing there, her eyes widening in surprise for just a moment. Then, she quickly covered it with a bright smile.

“Oh, you’re up! Rajeev” mom exclaimed. “I didn’t know you were awake already.” Mom quicky started picking up her inner wears and Sir Suresh's too from the floor, on the bed and also some were on the desk even where I was standing. She was trying to cover things up. I wanted to ask her why are her panties and Sir Suresh's boxers together but I decided not to.

I couldn’t help but notice how she looked at Sir Suresh, a brief glance that only I seemed to catch. They both knew they were lying, but neither of them seemed willing to acknowledge it. But friends, I loved how the tension was in the bedroom. The tension was palpable, and I found myself wanting to ask more, but I didn’t.

“I’m hungry,” I said instead, taking a seat at the small table they had set up in the bedroom. “Thanks for the breakfast, mom.” She set the tray down in front of me, and as I began to eat, I noticed Sir Suresh was glancing at mom more often than usual. His eyes were filled with a look that seemed to be... playful? He gazed at her magnificent boobs.


Every now and then, he would wink at my mom, and my mom would shift uncomfortably, her cheeks tinged with pink. There was something undeniably intimate in their exchanges, something that made me feel like I was intruding on a secret but a secret that I already know.

As I sat there mom went back to the kitchen to pick up something she left, I glanced toward her big ass. It had grown since the night before—much larger than it had been previously. It was almost as if it had expanded, swollen with some unknown power. My eyes lingered on it as she jiggled it up and down and sideways, and I couldn’t help but think back to last night. 


How had Sir Suresh filled mom's big ass with that holy sperm of his? What was happening? Was that sperm still in my mom's asshole?

I knew one thing for sure: my mom's fat ass was no longer just my mom's. It was Sir Suresh's now, completely and entirely owned by him. My poor dad, who was still working abroad, had no idea what was going on. His wife was being used properly by his very own colleague, Sir Suresh. And my mom? She was hiding the truth from him. 

Mom came back and sat in front of me and Sir Suresh. She looked cheerful and happy and this was not usual to her. As we started eating, as soon as I tasted the breakfast, I was flabbergasted by how delicious it was, I was even licking my fingers just from the first taste.


"Woow mom! The breakfast is so lively and palatable." I said as I looked at her. "Well, you know I am the best cook and chef, heheh", mom replied while looking at Sir Suresh.

Then Sir Suresh, while giving a naughty grin at my mom said, "I can't disagree with that, Rajeev, you know your mom cooks the best food  and I tasted all her tasty dishes since I visited" As soon as Sir Suresh said this, I glanced at my mom and she seemed nervous but she tried hard to pretend smiling.


I knew what Sir Suresh meant although he was mixing the words in a creative way that only him and mom could understand. "Yee....yeah you are right Suresh, and I am proud that you tasted all my dishes", my mom said while looking at him. I could not believe she replied this. 

My religious mom was talking in a slutty way to a man whom is not even her husband. Woow! This made me excited.


"What dishes of my mom did you taste Sir?", I queried while looking at him. Sir Suresh, who took a bite of one biscuit looked at me at first then glanced at mom and said, "I tasted all her dishes, all her spices and all her ingredients. However, yesterday's dish at night was the best"


"Why was it the best Sir?", I asked. "It was the best because it was the dish she never cooked for anybody else, in fact, it was the first time she cooked that dish and allowed me to taste it and it had a good fragrance to it", Sir Suresh replied. I knew he was speaking about her asshole because it was the "dish" that mom never gave to anyone, not even my dad.


Mom got more and more nervous and I could see her secretly signaling Sir Suresh to quit with the innuendoes because she was apprehensive that I might suspect something more. However, Sir Suresh just smiled at mom as he drank the tea. "You know what Rajeev", he asked as I continued eating. "What Sir?", I encouraged.


"This tea she cooked today morning, has a good amount of milk in it and also in the right proportions, not a more and not less but also I tasted her milk too and it tastes even better", Sir Suresh said still making my mom more anxious.


"Oohh really mom?", I questioned while gazing at my mom. "Ye...well..yes he is right, he tasted all my milk and he loved it", my mom said as she drank tea as she looked at Sir Suresh with a playful anger. Sir Suresh was teasing my mom.


Then I asked, "Mom, will you invite Sir Suresh from now on so that he can taste all your milk and dishes every day?" Then my mom who was shocked by this question got shivered slightly but managed to calm herself.


"Oh yes Rajeev", she said as she kept her hands on my head, brushing my hair. "Sir Suresh is a good family friend and I will surely invite him everyday so that he can taste all my dishes and my milk"

Friends, I could not believe what I was hearing from my mom. She was avowedly praising Sir Suresh and affirming that all her milk and dishes will continue to be tasted by Sir Suresh. Even Sir Suresh was joyous. 

This words were music to my ears. I couldn't believe what I was just hearing. My dick got slightly hard underneath the table. How could my mom, who was religious and conservative all those years all of a sudden speak naughtily about another man like this? And much more in front of him.


Friends, if a woman is fucked very good by a man who is not her husband, then she will praise that man all the time. Women, especially moms, love sex and not just sex, a very good intense sex and that will make them become puppets to that man who fucks them good.


I had spent the rest of the morning trying to make sense of everything. After breakfast, Sir Suresh went to take a bath, leaving me and mom alone in the bedroom room. I woke up and made my way towards the kitchen. Friends, in our home, when you head to the kitchen, there is always a way in which you must pass the bathroom before you get to the kitchen.

So as I made my way to the kitchen, I could hear showers in the bathroom and I knew Sir Suresh was bathing. Something told me to peek inside the bathroom. I peeked inside the bathroom and saw, Sir Suresh holding one of my mom's unwashed panties, he was holding it so carefully. 

Just before I left, I saw him gently rub mom's panties against his chin as if he were contemplating something, and I couldn’t shake the oddness of it. He then started smelling mom's unwashed panties, inhaling it while he closed his eyes. It was so erotic. He took another inhale as he rubbed his dick.

Why would he be doing that? Why does he smell mom's panties? I walked away from the bathroom lest my mom catches me watching through.

30 minutes past and Sir Suresh went to his usual business and I was left in the house with mom.


As I sat there in the sitting room, my thoughts swirling, I noticed the way my mom seemed to have changed over the past few days. Her demeanor had softened, her smile more constant, and she no longer seemed as guarded. She had become much closer to Sir Suresh, almost inseparable. More closer than my dad.

It wasn’t just the way they exchanged glances—there was something deeper now. They were connected in a way that I didn’t fully understand, even spritually. And my mom's body was now intoxicating... It was so much bigger now, more curvier its roundness almost comical, its shape exaggerated. 

Beside it, her breasts, the size of which seemed even more absurd. It wasn’t just large—it was swollen, almost fat in a way that made me feel uncomfortable.





My mom had become so open with Sir Suresh, unbothered by my presence as they interacted. I had never seen my mom in this way before. She wasn’t shy or reserved anymore. In fact, I saw her excitement on days when Sir Suresh would give her gifts. She used to wear tight clothes in the house and I knew she was doing it deliberately to infatuate and entice Sir Suresh.

One afternoon, Sir Suresh  had presented my mom with a beautiful pair of anklets, bangles, and a set of earrings—traditional items my mom had always admired. I watched as my mom's face lit up, her eyes sparkling with joy. She was clearly been won by Sir Suresh.

“This is for you, Sunita,” Sir Suresh had said, handing her a delicate silk saree, its deep red reflecting my mom's favorite color. “I thought this would suit you perfectly.”

My mom's hands trembled with excitement as she accepted the gift. She couldn’t stop smiling, and I had never seen her so happy before. Even I, as a mere observer, felt excited for her. It was clear that Sir Suresh was making my mom happier than I had ever seen her before.

Sir Suresh also gifted me a new pair of tuxedo suits that looked quite expensive.


My mom spent most of her time at home, but mostly on her phone because she chatted often with Sir Suresh, and I began to see the changes in her more clearly. It wasn’t just her boobs and ass that was expanding. There was something else—something subtle, yet undeniably there.

One afternoon, as I sat in the living room, I got an idea. I called up my friend Rahul, eager to get his thoughts on everything that had been going on. We met at a playground.

When we met, I couldn't help but describe what I had witnessed. “Rahul,” I said, my voice lowered in a mix of excitement and confusion. “You won’t believe what I saw that night. You were right all along, Sir Suresh finally fucked my mom's asshole and filled her asshole with his holy sperms, literally filling it. And mom screamed. She seemed... to be more excited taking Sir's dick inside her sacred asshole, almost like it was magical.”


Rahul raised an eyebrow, his face a mix of disbelief and curiosity. “Wait, hold up,” he said, leaning in closer. “She screamed? What happened next?”

I told him how I had watched Sir Suresh's, calm and focused, fucking my mom's asshole. “It was like she was doing something important, something sacred,” I explained, struggling to find the right words. “And then mom screamed—she screamed, like... like it hurt her in some way. I don’t know, Rahul. It felt like there was some kind of bond between her and Sir's huge cock.”


"I told you", Rahul said, "I promised you that Sir Suresh would surely fuck your mom in the ass. Remember I told you that if any man sees your mom's juicy ass beneath the saree, they would want to fuck her asshole for sure?", "Yes I remember you telling me that."

Rahul nodded slowly, his expression thoughtful. “Okay, that’s pretty wild. But I’ve got a question for you. When you say her ass was filled, did it look like... like the stuff inside, did it come out of a hole or something?”


"What stuff?", I asked because I didn't understand him. "Well, you know her shit?", he said.

I froze. "Yeah, it was disgustingly exciting. It looked like... brownish. It came out of her asshole, and I was actually excited to see it. Sir Suresh was even more joyful as he saw it."

Rahul seemed amused, but there was a knowing gleam in his eye. “Well, it’s not that strange. I mean, shit always come from her asshole you know. Haven’t you noticed that before?”

I blinked, confused. “What are you talking about, Rahul?”

He leaned back, folding his arms. “You really didn’t know, did you?” he said with a grin. “That big ass of your mom, man, it’s not just any ass. It’s special, and it’s not just your mom's anymore.”

My heart skipped a beat. “What do you mean?”

Rahul lowered his voice, as if he was about to reveal some dark secret. “Sir Suresh now owns it. All of your mom's body belongs to him now.”

“What?” I asked, shocked. “But how do you know? What about my dad?”

Rahul leaned in closer, speaking in a hushed tone. “I’ve seen it, man. I’ve seen it happen before. Every night, I watched my dad's boss and my mom Jaya, and I see and masturbating watching my dad's boss filling my mom's holes every night. It’s a ritual, something powerful, and it feels good—almost like it’s meant to happen.”

I continued listening to him, "after my dad's boss fucked my mom, she always thinks about him. She even calls him sometimes and says to him that she want to get fucked again and again. Trust me, my dad doesn't even know it but my mom always pretends that she loves my dad but in truth, all her corrupted heart belong to my dad's boss."

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. “So, you mean that your mom is now owned by your dad's boss?” I asked. Rahul nodded. “Yeah. It’s not just Sir Suresh and your mom. This happens all over our community. When your mom and Sir Suresh fucked, it has a way of transferring ownership, a way of connecting illicit relationships. And once your mom is owned, it’s not just about your mom's body—it’s about the connection between the two people getting into illegal affair. It’s like a bond, a powerful one. Profoundly secretive”

I sat there, digesting what Rahul had said. I didn’t fully understand it all, but the pieces were starting to fall into place. "But see", Rahul continued, "your mom will continue her illicit relationship with Sir Suresh but at the same time she will ensure that your dad doesn't know about it"



Later that evening, as I walked back into the house, I found Sir Suresh and my mom sitting close together on the couch. Sir Suresh had his arm around my mom, and they looked... comfortable. 

Too comfortable I guess and I was happy to see their bond so good. But as soon as they saw me, they quickly disentangled themselves, straightening up as if nothing had happened.

Sir Suresh whispered something to my mom, and I caught the words, “It’s okay, he wouldn’t understand.”

I smiled, a little amused by their attempt to hide whatever was going on between them. They thought I didn’t understand, but I did. I had been paying attention.

"Hello Rajeev, I see are back" my mom said, trying to divert my attention. "Yes mom, I was with my friend Rahul"


I headed to my bedroom, not saying anything. When I came back to the living room later, I started playing video games with my headphones plugged on my ears, pretending not to notice them. But I couldn’t help but watch out of the corner of my eye. Then something which was really hot transpired. Mom was still siting with Sir Suresh and talking.

My mom, while getting up from the couch, accidentally farted close to Sir Suresh, a huge and smelly gas from her asshole. It made a sound like PPPPRRRRR!!!! if something was escaping from it. My mom's face turned bright red with embarrassment, and she quickly muttered, “Oops, sorry!”


At the corner of my eye, I took a slight glance, only to find him leaning closer to my mom's big ass, sniffing the air of fart. “Mmm,” he said softly, almost to herself. “It smells nice.” 

I froze, unable to believe what I was hearing. I never knew Sir Suresh will get turned on by my mom's farts. Friends, for me I knew that farts were always pungent but for Sir Suresh, my mom's farts from her asshole were smelling really nice and this made me horny. My mom was even shocked.

They were saying all of this in front of me, but since I was young, they assumed I wouldn’t understand but they were wrong. I understood perfectly well. 

My mom turned sharply, her face twisting in a mix of disbelief and disgust but she smiled with a whispering voice because she didn't want me to hear. “What?” she snapped. “That’s disgusting, Suresh! How can you say that? My son will hear you, he is just here with us in the sitting room”

Sir Suresh smirked, her tone playful but laced with a strange sincerity. “Sometimes,” he said with a slight shrug and whispering tone, “the most delicious things are the ones we think are disgusting. You’ll understand one day. Sunita, your farts smell very nice. How could I not love the smell of your farts especially when they escape that big ass of yours after I fucked it yesternight?”


My mom's expression amazed further. She muttered something under her breath, I couldn't hear it, and quickly walked away, shaking her head and smiling at him. It seems she was amazed by Sir Suresh's words but at the same time turned on by it. 

I sat frozen, watching the scene unfold secretly. My thoughts were racing. What did Sir Suresh mean? And why was he so enchanted by my mom's fart?

As mom walked towards the hallway, Sir Suresh gaze drifted back to mom's fat ass. His eyes lingered on her ass round, oversized form, the curves shimmering faintly under the soft saree. My mom's ass, which was already fucked by him, jiggled slightly, its motion almost hypnotic, as if responding to some unseen force. 

I was telling myself, "Woow look at that wonderful piece of big ass my mom has, I can't believe it was fucked yesternight when I saw it from start to finish"

It wasn’t just a subtle movement—it was rhythmic, deliberate, almost alive. Each jiggle seemed to echo a silent, teasing dance, and Sir  Suresh's eyes remained locked on it, his fascination growing.





But it wasn’t just my mom's ass. I realized, with a sinking feeling, that Sir Suresh wasn’t simply interested in mom's ass itself. He was captivated by all of my mom's curves, the her breasts that sat swollen beside it, and even the strands of hair she sometimes twirled absentmindedly in her fingers. 

It was a fixation that I couldn’t fully understand, but it was undeniable. Friends, let me tell you, I am quite sure that my mom became quite curvy and more juicy because Sir Suresh fucked her. Earlier, she was curvy but not much curvier as now. I now understood that if a woman is fucked in all her holes, then she becomes more curvier.


I remember even my friend Rahul telling me this. As mom walked, heading toward the door with a quick stride, but something caught her attention. She glanced back at Sir Suresh . A small, knowing smile crossed her lips, she knew he was watching her. It was an odd, almost whimsical moment, and I couldn’t make sense of it.

And as if encouraged by this strange realization, she began to make her big ass jiggle even more. This time, it wasn’t accidental. Her steps became deliberate, each one sending vibrations through the floor that made the her fat ass bounce, then more noticeably. 

The jiggles grew in intensity, almost playful, as my mom moved with purpose. It was as if she wanted Sir Suresh to fuck her right away by how he was seducing her.

One day later, my dad returned home from abroad, pulling a heavy suitcase behind him. His face, though tired, was brightened by a smile that stretched across his mouth. It had been months since we last saw dad, and the house seemed to come alive again with his presence. I stood by the window, watching as my dad entered, my heart stirring with happiness.

But at the back of my head, since dad came, he was not really aware of what erotic scenes was happening in his house involving his wife.

My mom, who had been pacing the room in anticipation, rushed forward as soon as my dad stepped through the door. Her excitement was palpable, but deep inside, I could sense her discomfort, a secret that lay beneath her joyous facade. 

My mom had been keeping something from dad, a deep secret that she has never revealed, a truth that I knew but had never shared. It involved Sir Suresh—a person whom my dad trusted but whom my mom was hiding a crucial but illicit relationship with. 

To me, this secret was sacred, one that no one ought to know. Moreover, this secret to me was a hot one! "My love!" my mom exclaimed, her voice trembling with excitement. Without hesitation, she reached out and kissed my dad's mouth  in a gesture of warmth.

To me, I told myself, "eeeewwww! My dad just kissed my mom's lips but he doesn't know that the lips he is kissing a few days ago sucked his colleague's Sir Suresh' big dick" So this means that basically my dad is tasting another man's taste of dick inside my mom's mouth.

My mom broke the kiss smiled at him, my dad embraced her in return. "Jaanu! It's been so long! How are you doing?"

"I'm fine, my love," my mom replied, her voice soft, a hint of nervousness hiding behind her smile. "I'm just so happy you're home." She was really acting innocent and trying very hard to be herself.

I stood a little away from them, feeling the gap between us grow with each passing second. I had missed dad too. It had been a while since we last spoke, and seeing him again brought a sense of comfort, though it was hard not to notice the subtle tension hanging in the air.

"Hey, my friend!" my dad said as she turned to me, his smile wide and genuine. "It’s been so long. How are you doing?" he asked, his tone warm as always.

"I'm doing well," I replied, smiling back. "college's been keeping me busy, but I'm managing." I felt a rush of nostalgia as we spoke, remembering the days when we would chat without any hidden thoughts clouding our conversations.

My mom, who had been holding dad's luggage, took it to the sitting room. My dad's gaze lingered on my mom for a moment before his expression softened.

"You look... gleaming, my love," Dad said, his eyes scanning my mom with a hint of admiration. Clearly, he was admiring what Sir Suresh was fucking and how Sir Suresh turned my mom to be a curvy woman.

My mom, a little flustered by the compliment, blushed and lowered her gaze. "Oh, I—I'm just shining because I knew you'd be coming," she said quickly, trying to deflect the attention. My mom was really good at lying. Friends ever since my mom and dad were together, my mom never lied to my dad.

But right now, in front of my eyes, my mom was lying directly to my dad's face and since had no choice or suspicion whatsoever, he just decided to believe my mom but didn't know what big lies my mom was keeping from him.

But I knew the truth. My mom was glowing because of something else entirely. It had nothing to do with dad's arrival. It had everything to do with what Sir Suresh had done to my mom's big curvy body now, though no one would ever know that from my mom's words.






NEXT PART COMING SOON! DON'T MISS OUT. The next story is about how Sir Suresh fucked my mom in our house while my dad was sleeping due to tiredness of travelling.

[Wasifahim]

Bhai likho bohad din baad eshi erotic story par raha huu
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[RajV]

Very erotic, the way you have narrated from sons point of view is excellent, as Suresh will find ways to indulge in Husbands presence with wifes cooperation maybe you can involve Rahul, either to assist Suresh as a confident or his mom just to help them keep the secret. Just a suggestion, on if and how you want to continue.


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[Herbiee]

Nice.

[nadia]

Nice.

Woow resembles Sir Suresh and my mom

[snowy69]

Great update bro..
Can't wait to know what happens next..

[nadia]

Very erotic, the way you have narrated from sons point of view is excellent, as Suresh will find ways to indulge in Husbands presence with wifes cooperation maybe you can involve Rahul, either to assist Suresh as a confident or his mom just to help them keep the secret. Just a suggestion, on if and how you want to continue.


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Looks hot!

[nadia]

Great update bro..
Can't wait to know what happens next..

Stay tuned! More on the way

[nadia]

(((FOR THOSE BUMPING ON THIS PART OF THE STORY FOR THE FIRST TIME, THIS SECTION OF THE STORY IS WHERE MY DAD'S COLLEAGUE, SIR SURESH, FUCKS MY MOM IN OUR HOUSE WHILE MY DAD WAS SLEEPING DUE TO TIREDNESS OF TRAVELLING. ENJOY!!)))




"That’s so sweet of you, my cutiepie," my dad smiled warmly, clearly pleased by my mom's lies.

We all settled down in the sitting room. My dad who looked tired, sank into the sofa, looking around the room as though taking in the familiar surroundings. I joined him on the couch, the silence between us filled with the weight of unspoken things, unspoken lies and betrayal behind his back.

He looked around the house but he there was nothing that was different, or nothing that gave an air of suspicion, this is because mom ensured that all things were back in place the same way my dad left it. Earlier in the house before dad came, Sir Suresh with my mom's love games made the sitting room quite untidy.

"So, how’s college been?" my dad asked me after a few moments of quiet, his eyes tired but his voice still bright.

"It’s been tough," I answered, trying to focus on the conversation instead of the thoughts running through my mind. "Lots of assignments, but I’m keeping up. How about you? Work keeping you busy?" I asked, genuinely curious.

My dad nodded, his eyes dimming slightly. "Yeah, it’s been exhausting. Traveling for work, meeting new people... there's barely any time to catch up on things at home."

As he spoke, I couldn’t help but notice how tired he looked, the bags under his eyes betraying the long hours he must have been putting in. But there was something else too. Inasmuch as dad was tired and working very hard, on the other hand, my mom was cuddling with another man while he was aware. 

Friends, I don't know but this type of betrayal made my dick hard just thinking about it. But then again, I thought to myself, This is a good lie. It’s a holy lie that my mom is hiding from dad. It’s meant to protect my mom, and sometimes protection comes at a cost.

I didn’t feel guilty. I couldn’t. I knew what was happening, and I had come to accept that sometimes things were meant to remain hidden. In this case, Sir Suresh was taking something important from my dad, my mom, his most precious property. 

My mom had let Sir Suresh  take it, and now my dad had no idea that his property is being used fully and it has been recently used on his marital bed.

I told myself, If my dad didn't take care of mom, then someone else will. It’s no big deal.

Just as I was ,.ng this over, my mom entered the sitting room from the kitchen, carrying a tray with tea cups. She placed it down on the table between us.

“Here, my love and my Rajeev,” she told me and dad, her voice still high, her nervous energy palpable. "I made tea for you two"

My dad took a sip from his cup, nodding in approval. "This is really good tea, my love. You’ve really been taking care of things while I was gone."

"Of course," My mom replied quickly, flashing her usual smile. "Anything for you, my king."

In my head I was telling myself, "my mom was also taking care of Sir Suresh"

But as mom spoke, I noticed something else. She was trying too hard to sound casual. She was pretending like she wasn’t hiding anything from my dad. The tension in her movements was visible. She wanted to make sure my dad didn’t get suspicious that Sir Suresh had been around when he wasn’t.

Of course dad knew that Sir Suresh was here at Pune but he didn't know that Sir Suresh was also used to sleep on his bed and fuck his wife in the previous days he was absent. 

The silence stretched for a moment before my dad spoke again. “By the way, how’s Sir Suresh? Has he been coming to greet you guys?” My mom stiffened slightly at the mention of Sir Suresh's name. She seemed taken aback, her eyes darting nervously to me for a split second before she answered. “Oh, Sir Suresh's... very nice, my king. He's always been so kind. Very supportive. We get along well.”

Her voice was smooth, but I could sense her discomfort. I couldn’t help but wonder what was going through my dad's mind, listening to my mom praise someone she trusted.

I, too, chimed in, agreeing with my mom's words. “Sir Suresh is really good, dad. You should see how caring he is with everyone. He also bought me some video games.”

For a moment, my dad looked at me smiling. He seemed to be processing something, though I couldn’t tell exactly what. Maybe he was noticing the strange vibe between in my mom's words, or perhaps he was questioning the sincerity behind our words. "OOh I know, Sir Suresh is a nice man", my dad said.

"He has been such a nice person ever since he helped me get that job", dad said. However my dad praised Sir Suresh, my dad had no idea that the person he is praising was fucking his wife very hard.

"And he is very rich", I said while mom also smiled at me. "Yes, you are right Rajeev", dad replied, "Sir Suresh is a co-operative luminary and is a wealthy man, you will also be wealthy one day."


In my head, I felt good as dad told me that one day I will be as rich as Sir Suresh. Friends, in fact, when I grow up, I just want to be like Sir Suresh and rich so that I can also fuck other men's wives. It is such a fun thing to do fucking a woman who is not yours. I never knew it is so much tastier to fuck another man's wife.

To me, Sir Suresh was like my role model. The way he fucked a woman that is not legally his (my mom) and made that woman his own woman made me think that this is the way to go.

Just then, my dad's gaze fell on something shiny and gleaming around my mom's neck. A necklace an expensive one. His eyes widened because he has never seen my mom wearing that kind of expensive necklace. Not only that, my dad could hardly even afford that type of expensive necklace.

 “My love, that’s such a beautiful necklace! Who bought it for you?” my dad asked.

My mom almost choked on her tea, her eyes widening in surprise. For a moment, she froze, her fingers tightening around the cup. I could see her mind racing as she struggled to come up with an answer.

"Uh... it was from a... female friend," my mom lied so quickly, her voice a little breathless. “She gave it to me as a gift.” Friends, from the start of the conversation between my mom and dad, my mom had just been lying throughout to dad.


I remember that necklace very well, it was the same necklace that Sir Suresh bought my mom when both three of us went to Mumbai. I thought my mom forgot to remove it but I just thought that it was so good on her so she decided to wear it.


I watched as my dad nodded, accepting my mom's explanation without question. "It looks really good on you, someone may think that you are a queen", my dad said as this compliment made my mom shy.


Friends, one thing about my dad is that whatever mom said to him, he always believed because he was sure that my mom would never lie to him. But now, he doesn't know that my mom was lying to him extremely.

My dad then smiled, clearly pleased that my mom had a friend who cared enough to give her such a precious gift. But he doesn't know that my mom's friend and fuck mate is Sir Suresh, his own colleague.

In that moment, I felt a pang of guilt for my dad. He has no idea, I thought. He was being lied to, and he trusted us both. But then again, I reminded myself, This is a holy lie.

Just as I was ,.ng this over, my mom quickly followed up with another piece of praise. “Sir Suresh has been so wonderful to me, my love. He is a nice person, I am happy that you found such a good person.”

My dad looked at my mom, a little puzzled. He didn’t seem to understand why my mom was suddenly so full of praise for Sir Suresh. But he accepted it without pressing further.

"I’ll have to meet him sometime, I know he is a very busy person despite him coming here in Pune" my dad said, smiling, though I could sense his curiosity but he looked sleepy. I wanted to tell my dad Sir Suresh is not a busy person because he had all the time to fuck my mom but I didn't even dare say that.

I, too, added to the conversation, agreeing with my mom once again. "Sir Suresh is a great person, dad. Really caring and thoughtful. When are you going to invite him dad?" I asked

"Ooh you mean Sir Suresh?", dad asked. "Yes", I answered. "Ooh very soon, I will call him right now to see when he can come. His hectic job rarely gives him a chance but let me try", my dad answered.

Then I glanced at my mom and for some reason, her face was smiling, she was looking happy and I think it is because my dad acknowledged that he was going to invite Sir Suresh over. Friends, I knew that my mom was really in love with Sir Suresh because every time his name was mentioned, she was automatically smiling.


Then as dad talked to Sir Suresh over his phone, it was clear that Sir Suresh was coming. "Ohh right now? you will be free? Well alright, you can come over", I heard dad telling Sir Suresh over the phone.

Friends, I was amazed that Sir Suresh was going to come to our house and many thoughts were ringing inside my head like how is my mom going to behave in front of the person who fucked her plus in front of her husband.


And also I had very naughty thoughts asking myself if Sir Suresh was actually going to fuck my mom inside our house while my dad was sleeping. Could that really happen? It was hard for me to envision that kind of scenario unfolding right within our house.


But deep down inside, I knew my shy mom will never allow that to happen because she will get afraid but I knew Sir Suresh doesn't fear anything. He can fuck my mom inside our house even when dad is sleeping. If he fucked mom already, then what else can he not do?

It was a sweltering noon when Sir Suresh arrived at our house. The cicadas outside were loud, and the occasional gust of wind barely relieved the heavy atmosphere. My dad had called him earlier in the day, and although Sir Suresh's visits were not unusual, there was something about his arrival this time that felt different.

Dressed in his usual confident attire of expensive suit, he stepped inside with an air of familiarity, his bright smile lighting up his face. His bag dangled from one shoulder, and he greeted everyone with his typical ease.

“Namaste, friend!” Sir Suresh said as he entered, bowing slightly in respect to my father, who was seated on the sofa reading the newspaper.

Dad set aside the newspaper he had been reading, adjusting his glasses as he looked up at Sir Suresh. "Ah, Suresh, welcome. It's good to see you. How have you been?"

"Doing well, Sir," Suresh replied as he took a seat across from him. "Busy, as always, but managing."

They exchanged pleasantries, their conversation flowing easily. Dad inquired about Suresh's work, mentioning a mutual acquaintance they both knew, and Suresh shared updates on his latest projects. I sat nearby, pretending to read a book, but I was really tuned in to their conversation.

At that moment, my mom was not in the sitting room, she was still in the kitchen. As Sir Suresh discussed with my dad, I noticed he kept looking around the house trying to find where my mom is. I knew Sir Suresh really missed my mom and missed fucking her no wonder he was constantly surveying the house with his eyes while sitting down.


My mom then  walked into the room carrying a tray of tea. I couldn’t help but notice how her movements seemed unsteady, her hands trembling slightly as she placed the tray on the table. She already knew that Sir Suresh was in the house. She glanced at him, her expression a mix of nervousness and forced composure.

"Tea for everyone," she said softly, pouring the cups and handing one to Suresh. As my mom bent to serve tea to us, I noticed her boobs were visible under her bra and blouse and this made Sir Suresh's eyes gaze deep into her cleavage. "How are you Sir", my mom greeted Sir Suresh. "I'm fine, you cooked one of your favorite tea huh?", Sir Suresh said which made my dad laugh.




"Thank you, Ji," Sir Suresh said warmly, his deep voice carrying an easy charm. He was constantly gazing at my mom. My dad who was not aware of what was going on because he wanted to sleep so badly.

My mom and hurried back to the kitchen. Her unease was obvious, though Sir Suresh didn’t seem to pay it any mind. She shook her fat ass as she walked to the kitchen and this naughty Suresh was gazing at it even when dad was with him. He sipped his tea, continuing his conversation with Dad about politics and recent developments in the area.

After a while, Dad leaned back in his chair, stifling a yawn. "I’m feeling a bit drained. Suresh, excuse me for a bit. I think I’ll take a bath to freshen up."


"Of course, Sir," Sir Suresh replied with a polite smile.

Dad stood and stretched before heading down the hallway toward the bathroom. As he disappeared from view, I caught a fleeting exchange of smiles between Suresh and my mom who came back from the kitchen. She lingered near the doorway, her hands fidgeting with the hem of her sari, before quickly retreating to the kitchen again.

Sir Suresh stood and followed her, his steps deliberate and unhurried. Curious, I slipped out of my seat and quietly trailed behind him, stopping just outside the kitchen to listen. I wondered what he was going to do. What I was dreaming of was unfolding. I knew Sir Suresh was a brave man and he was about to touch another man's wife inside our house.

Inside the kitchen, my mom was wiping down the counter when Sir Suresh stepped in. She turned to him, startled.

"What are you doing here?" she whispered sharply.

Suresh leaned casually hugged my mom near the counter, a faint smile playing on his lips. "I wanted to see you, of course."

"Sir Suresh ," my mom hissed, glancing nervously toward the hallway, "my husband is in the house. Are you out of your mind? What if he hears us?"

Sir Suresh didn’t seem concerned. Instead, he picked up my mom and placed her on the counter, cradling her in his hands as though she was something precious. My mom didn't even resist. All this was happening while my dad was bathing.

Friends, it was so hot seeing this. My dad was bathing while his wife was being held by his colleague whom he just called. "Let go of me Suresh," my mom said urgently, trying to pull my Sir Suresh. "If he sees you doing this, he’ll get suspicious!"

But Sir Suresh held on my mom firmly and started kissing her on the lips. How brave this man was. My mom didn't even resist but she was surprised how Sir Suresh was brave. She kept her hands on the back of his head as she kissed him too. I couldn't even believe what I was seeing, my mom was allowing another man to kiss her while my dad was bathing.

How risky was this? OOhhh soo hot. As I watched this, my dick slightly became hard and I was rubbing it.

Then after two minutes of kissing, mom broke the kiss. "What’s the harm?" Sir Suresh said with a teasing grin. "I can hold you even if you are not mine. This body of yours is only mine"

My mom sighed, though a reluctant smile tugged at her lips. "You’re impossible," she muttered while wiping her lips.

"Admit it," Sir Suresh said with a low chuckle, "you miss me, right? You miss my dick, you miss my kiss and you miss the way I touch your body and the way I fucked you"

My mom shook her head, her smile widening despite her evident nervousness. "Fine," she said, tapping Sir Suresh's cheeks . "Yes, I miss  you. Happy now?"

"Very," Sir Suresh said, his voice full of amusement. This time without even Sir Suresh kissing her, my mom decided by herself to kiss him on the lips. I was really amazed by how my mom was brave and how she changed completely.


Friends, even when we used to have visitors of our relatives at home, my mom was not even seen, she used to be in her room because she was shy in front of other men of our relative side. But now she is in the kitchen, kissing another man while my dad is bathing. After kissing her, he placed her back on the down from the counter with deliberate care.

I caught a glimpse of him squeezing her boobs.

After a moment, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a small packet of white powder.

"What’s that?" My mom asked, her brow furrowing in suspicion. I also questioned myself what was that powder for but I waited eagerly to know what was the purpose. My dad was still bathing not knowing what was unfolding within his house.

"A little something to help your husband sleep," Suresh said nonchalantly, holding up the packet. "It’s harmless, just a mild sedative. He looks tired, don’t you think? Let’s add this to his milk. He’ll wake up feeling refreshed, and we’ll have a bit of time to ourselves for a nice fuck."

Mom's eyes widened, and she stepped back. "Are you serious? What if it harms him?"

"It won’t," Suresh said calmly. "It’s perfectly safe. He needs the so that I can fuck you baby, I can't hold it for so long, I have been thinking about you, Sunita. Trust me."

My mom hesitated, her eyes darting between Suresh and the packet. "I don’t know, Suresh. This doesn’t feel right. Can't you just wait for few more days?"

Suresh placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "I can't wait darling. It’s for his own good. I am jealous of him, I can't stand him touching your body, I want you to quench my thirst baby, I know you have also missed me. You will thank me later."

After a long pause, my mom sighed, her resistance fading. She took the packet from him, her expression still uncertain.

Before leaving the kitchen, Suresh leaned down and kissed my mom on her lips and squeezed her fat ass lightly.

I stood frozen in the hallway, unable to process what I had just witnessed. Yet, the more I thought about it, the more I felt that Suresh’s idea wasn’t entirely wrong. Dad did look like he needed some rest, and if this was harmless, then maybe it wasn’t such a bad thing.

And it was also the right idea because if Sir Suresh fucks my mom in the house, my dad may wake up and see the ultimate betrayal right in front of his face.

I returned to the living room just as Suresh reappeared, his demeanor as composed as ever. He sat down and caught my eye with a knowing smile.

"You look lively today Rajeev," he said, his tone light. "Maybe," I replied, trying to sound casual.

He chuckled softly. "That’s a good quality. Lively people are rare."

Before I could respond, my mom emerged from the kitchen, carrying a glass of milk. She paused for a moment, looking contemplative, before walking briskly toward the hallway where Dad was likely finishing his bath.

When Dad returned, freshly bathed and looking more relaxed, my mom intercepted him.

"Here, drink this," she said, her tone unusually cheerful as she handed him the glass. I could not believe my mom was giving my dad a sleeping pill so that dad can sleep and she could start her fucking with Sir Suresh in the house. Friends, this made me so hot. It was so inconceivable to notice how Sir Suresh was turning my mom to another completely different woman.

Dad took the glass, eyeing her suspiciously. "What’s this sudden sweetness for?" Sir Suresh still looking at my dad hoping that he would drink the milk.

"Nothing," my mom replied with a nervous laugh. "You’ve been working so hard. You deserve it."

Dad shrugged and drank the milk, his focus already shifting to something else. "Finish it all, don't leave a drop", my mom told dad as my dad drank all of it.

Suresh watched the scene unfold with an evil grin across his face, a faint smile playing on his lips. My mom glanced at him briefly, her own smile nervous but present. I couldn’t believe they were conspiring against Dad, but at the same time, I found myself rationalizing it. If this was for his good, then it wasn’t so bad, was it?

Within minutes, dad and Sir Suresh continued chatting in the sitting room, then Dad’s speech began to slur, and Suresh stood, placing a steadying hand on his arm.

"Let’s get you to bed,"  Sir Suresh said gently. This man's plan was going smoothly and my own mom was complicit in it. Friends, deep inside, I also knew that my mom wanted dad to sleep so that she can get fucked by Sir Suresh.

Dad nodded groggily, allowing Suresh to lead him to the bedroom. My mom who came from the kitchen, saw Sir Suresh leading my dad to the kitchen. Sir Suresh glanced at mom and he winked at her. Then, I was astonished when my mom reciprocated with a wink and a naughty smile back to Sir Suresh.

I knew this two lovebirds will do anything just for them to fuck each other.

Once Dad was settled in the bedroom, he drifted off to a sleep and Suresh locked his door then returned to the living room, his movements deliberate and unhurried. He exchanged a subtle glance with my mom, who nodded almost imperceptibly.

Sir Suresh then gestured discreetly for my mom to follow him. The sun dipped below the horizon, it was now 3.00 pm, the sun casting a bright golden hue across our living room. My mom's voice, playful yet tinged with urgency, broke the silence. “Stay in the sitting room, okay? I need to talk to Sir Suresh in the guest room.”

I looked up from my book, excitement swirling in my mind. Dad was dozing off on the bed, the result of a sleeping pill Mom had insisted would help him get some good rest. I knew exactly what was happening—that my mom and Sir Suresh had something planned behind closed doors. My heart raced. There was no way they could be discussing something serious; they were planning to play fuck each other inside our house, and they didn’t want Dad to find out.

“Okay, Mom,” I managed to say, though a mix of disbelief and anticipation flooded my chest.

With a bright smile, she nodded and headed for the guest room, her demeanor calm but with an unmistakable spark of mischief. I returned to my book, but my attention drifted. What if I peeked in? I went to my the master bedroom, glanced over at Dad, his face relaxed in sleep, then back to the guest door where Mom and Sir Suresh had disappeared.

Curiosity gnawed at me, and a sense of rebellion began to bubble up inside. I stood up, heart pounding with the thrill of sneaking a peek, and tiptoed toward the guest room. My footsteps were silent, and when I reached the door, I pressed my ear against it.

“Sir Suresh,” Mom said, her voice a mix of excitement and nervousness, “I really miss your huge cock inside me.” I couldn't believe what my mom was saying.

“Me too, Sunita, I miss fucking your pussy” he replied, the warmth in his voice sending a thrill down my spine. “It’s been too long. Let’s make sure we fuck so hard that we never forget each other." I peeked inside the room through the small window and I saw them started kissing each other wildly inside the room.

A glass that was nearby the fell and shattered because they my mom and Sir Suresh were behaving wildly. But they didn't care about the shattered glass, they continued kissing wildly and almost forgetting that my dad was just in the next room sleeping.




A rush of adrenaline coursed through me. They really were going to fuck each other, while my dad was sleeping! Friends, I would have never imagined that my mom would be so brave to allow another man to fuck her while her husband is sleeping in the next door. This was so hot. I started removing my dick to rub it as I watch the most unimaginable thing happen.



My imagination spun wild at the thought: my mom and Sir Suresh, sneaking around like teenagers, all while Dad lay unaware just down the hall. Not knowing that his wife was about to be fucked in his own house. Aaaahhh that was so hot! 

“Be careful with the noise! We don’t want to wake him!” Mom cautioned, casting a wary glance toward the door. Actually friends, the guest room in our house is such a way that it had two windows, one window was from which I was watching the action but the other window is actually where you can see the door to mom's marital bed, where dad was sleeping.

So each time, my mom took a quick look at the door just to ensure that it was not open. She was really careful. But for Sir Suresh, he didn't care, he continued kissing my mom because he knew the pills will make my dad sleep for longer. “Sunita, trust me,” Sir Suresh replied with a grin, confidence radiating off of him. “That sleeping pill you gave him will keep him out for at least six hours. We've got plenty of time.”

Mom’s tension eased visibly at his reassurance. “Alright then, let’s not waste any time!” Her eyes gleamed with excitement as she caught Sir Suresh's head and continued kissing him. The room inside was filled with sounds of kissing and heavy breathing. I couldn’t figure out what was so special about Sir Suresh that mom missed, maybe his dick, but it seemed important to their plans.

“What were they going to do?” I asked myself quietly, watching intently.

To my surprise, Sir Suresh bent down in front of my mom, who was breathing heavily with passion, excitement gleaming in his eyes, she looked so relished to start this fuck. “Let’s get the juice out of here; (pointing to her pussy which was covered by her back panty) I want to pleasure this pussy of yours from start to finish,” he said.

“Do it fast Suresh! We don’t have much time, remember?” Mom urged, her voice a mix of urgency and thrill and soft moans. By now, my Sir Suresh removed all her clothes and she was only on her black panty.

Sir Suresh smiled, a playful spark in his eye. Then, he bent down further, expertly removing my mom's panty that had been covering her pussy opening. How odd! I marveled at the sight—this was turning into something fantastical.

I wondered just how long this game had been in the making. I watched with fascinated disbelief as he meticulously fingered her pussy, trying not to leave any part of her wet pussy un-licked and un-sucked.

“It’s just like old times, isn’t it?” Sir Suresh remarked with a smile, glancing back at Mom. She grinned in return, her eyes sparkling with mischief and more pleasure. She closed her eyes in a naughty manner. Friends, the way my mom moaned, it was evident that she missed the tongue of Sir Suresh on her pussy lips.

“I just hope we can finish before your husband wakes up. I’d hate for him to find us,” she said, glancing nervously toward the again through the window. 

“Relax, Sunita,” Sir Suresh teased gently. “You need to remember how to enjoy these little escapades and our secret affair. It’s just you and me for now, forget about this foolish husband of yours"

My pulse quickened as I continued to observe them clandestinely. The idea of my mom sneaking around and fucking with Sir Suresh while Dad was completely unaware made my heart flutter with excitement. I knew that Sir Suresh was a holy man, dedicated and responsible. But right now, he was capturing a moment of freedom with my mother, creating a secret world just for the two of them.

Amidst their chatter and moans, I couldn't help but feel a sense of awe. I had never seen my mom so animated, so alive especially at our home when dad is sleeping. She cradled the head of Sir Suresh as he continued sucking my mom's pussy. The atmosphere was charged with energy, almost magical in its intensity.

And then, it happened. Mom suddenly gasped, her eyes widening as she felt a peculiar connection of her pussy with Sir Suresh's tongue. “Sir Suresh! your tongue feels… alive on my pussy aahhhhhhh!” Her voice trembled slightly, the thrill of it all illuminating her face. She held her mouth in order to stifle the moans that was emanating from her mouth.





“Really?” Sir Suresh asked, raising an eyebrow with a playful grin. “Well, maybe my tongue has a spirit that knows how to pleasure your pussy lips.” He began to tease her, removing his dick from his trousers with a flourish, almost theatrically, and my mom watched in awe as he brandished that meat in front of her.

She gasped, and for a moment, everything seemed to fade away—the world outside, time itself. This was their world, full of whimsy and warmth. 

Then, without hesitation, Mom took grabbed his cock and started sucking it, gazing at Sir Suresh as if he were the most fascinating person she had ever met. She was lying on her stomach as she sucked his huge dick. This scene was so erotic. My dad was dreaming in his sleep while his wife is sucking another man's cock just in the next door. OOhhh this is so wonderful! 





Suresh was even surprised how my mom was leading the show. The thing that surprised me the most was the fact that she was doing things without Sir Suresh ordering her to do so. It is like she had rehearsed this before.


The corners of their mouths turned upward into smiles, and I felt an involuntary rush of joy for them—this was their escape from reality, a moment of illicit affair and fun shared between two old friends.

“Sir Suresh,” she said, her expression earnest yet playful, “remember how you fucked me for hours? I can’t believe we got the chance to do this again! And you are the one making me to do this while my own husband is in the house”





He held her head lightly in his hands, moving them back and forth, and let out a mock grunt of effort. “Aahh your mouth feels good around my cock Sunita, aahh suck it baby! Guess I need to channel some extra strength.” After few minutes of sucking, he turned my mom around and he gazed at her fat ass.

I remember how he missed my mom's fleshy, soft and jiggly ass. He held them together and gaze it a tight squeeze which made my mom release a "aaaahhhh uuuuuhh" moan from her mouth. “I miss this fat ass too,” he remarked with a wink, glancing at Mom. “It’s meant for me who knows how to have fun!”


At that moment, the world around me melted away as I was drawn deeper into their secret game. I watched, enthralled, as he buried his face inside her fat ass, scanning its insides and smelling her asshole. “Sunita, this asshole of yours has a serious character!” he exclaimed, his voice muffled but still charming.

Mom moaned softly, her eyes shining. “Aaahhh oooohhhh Well, it certainly captures our spirit, doesn’t it? It seems to hold more than just that aroma that you love.”

“At least the smell of your asshole is pungent!” he replied, wrinkling his nose. “But it’s all part of the charm.” He pulled back, turned my mom again and this time grabbed my mom's big breasts. “Looks like I found your accessories! The milk factory” 

The sight took me by surprise. They were indeed my mother’s big pair of boobs, a pair she had almost forgotten about. And yet here they were, the centerpiece of a whimsical noon time filled with playful intent. 

Sir Suresh placed his dick between my mom's breast and started fucking her boobs, rubbing the his dick between the two melons. My mom was surprised because she was never tit fucked before. "Oohhh what is this, aahhh it feels nice", my mom exclaimed.


"Aahh your breast are so wonderful my love, they deserve to be fucked", Sir Suresh told her as mom held her big boobs against his cock and started rubbing it together. I couldn't still fathom how my mom turned out to be a woman of betrayal, betrayed my dad and yet cheating on him while he is sleeping in the next room.

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This thought made my dick even harder. I took a quick break and went to check on my dad and he was still in deep sleep, the pills were really getting into work. I returned back to the window continued watching my mom and Sir Suresh love games.

What might have seemed like a scandal to me felt like a beautifully crafted adventure in this moment, as I silently vowed to protect this world they had created—one that embodied the essence of friendship, release, and joy.

My mom, my mother, sat perched precariously on the edge of the bed, her hands clasped tightly in her lap, her usually calm demeanor replaced by a nervous energy that thrummed in the quiet room. Across from her, Sir Suresh, a man whose presence filled the space like a summer storm, stood poised before my chubby mom, her skin cool and smooth. 

He gave the my mom a long, almost reverent kiss on her lips, the sound echoing softly in the hushed room. "Sunita," he rumbled, his voice a low, resonant baritone that seemed to vibrate through the very floorboards, "please, be comfortable. This... this ritual requires precision. My dick will fill your pussy"




My mom shifted slightly, her eyes darting nervously towards the closed bedroom door where my dad was sleeping. A faint creak from within the bed they were punctuated the silence, a sound that sent a fresh wave of anxiety through her. "Sir Suresh," she whispered, her voice barely audible, "try to be quiet. The… the rocking… it might wake my husband."

He nodded, his gaze never leaving her face. He began the process, carefully pushed his dick inside my mom's pussy – a dick that looked so big, gleaning with ethereal glow. I heard my mom few weeks back describing his dick as a blend of honey and woodsmoke.


"Aaahhhh  Suresh," My mom moaned, her voice a little higher this time, a tremor of apprehension coloring her tone, "please, don’t hurry! Don’t push it  in so quickly!"

Her astonishment was palpable. Sir Suresh’s movements, despite their apparent care, were surprisingly forceful, his dick movement inside my mom's pussy was relentless, filling her pussy with astonishing speed. The sheer strength he exerted was breathtaking. "Oh my goodness, aahh ahhh aoooohh oouuh Suressshh ahh yesss ooooooohhh" she breathed, her eyes wide, a mixture of awe and fear reflected in their depths. "I can't believe how much strength you're using!"

The bed began to shake, a low tremor that quickly escalated into a violent shudder. My mom gasped, her breath catching in her throat. "Suresh! my pussy is burning aaahhhh oooohhhh"

He merely grunted, his focus unwavering, his brow furrowed in concentration. The muscles in his arms bulged, taut as steel cables, as he continued to fuck my mom's pussy very hard. "When it burns, Sunita, that's when you know the rocking is right. The power… it must be channeled in your pussy in this manner. You know I don't fuck slowly aahh"


I stood watching from the shadows in the corner of the room, a silent observer to this clandestine ritual. An erotic ritual that has been happening between my mom and Sir Suresh. A ritual that my dad, who is sleeping just in the next room didn't know about for centuries.


 I knew Dad was asleep, the sleeping pills my mom had so expertly slipped into his evening milk ensuring a deep, dreamless slumber. This was my mom and Sir Suresh's time, their secret, a clandestine affair hidden beneath the veneer of a normal family life. Dad, bless his oblivious heart, never really cared for my mom, her intricate curvy body and mystical properties lost on him. 

So now, Sir Suresh, with his uncanny understanding of my mom's yearning body, had taken over her care, a responsibility my mom clearly welcomed.

But the scene unfolding before me was far from the simple ritual I had initially anticipated. It wasn't just about Sir Suresh fucking her tight pussy. It was a bizarre, almost surreal game of illicit affair, played with an intensity that bordered on the frantic. Sir Suresh fucked my mom so hard that even her hair started moving up and down as if they were flying.







Sir Suresh, fucking my mom with the skill of a seasoned professional pornstar, moved with surprising agility for a man of his size, his movements precise and powerful. My mom, who was clearly in heaven, breathless and flushed, struggled to keep up, her own movement a blur of motion, her face a mask of exertion and nervous excitement. 

For my friends, I just held my dick moving it up and down just enjoying this scene between my mom and Sir Suresh for the third time. As I gazed at them, I constantly casted my eyes towards my mom's marital bed to see if my dad has woken up, then I was back again watching my mom and Sir Suresh fuck, then back again checking if dad was awake.

It was so fantastic the scenes happening. 

With each powerful stroke from Sir Suresh, his huge dick got buried deep inside my mom's pussy seemingly responding to his will, a bizarre conduit of his energy. My mom, in turn, expertly manipulated widening her legs to accommodate the forceful flow, her movements perfectly synchronized with his.

"Yes, Sunita!" Sir Suresh called out between powerful strokes, his voice strained with exertion, sweat beading on his forehead, "spread those legs! You're doing a good job! The pressure… maintain the pressure!"

My mom moaned loudly, a breathless, gasping sound, her face flushed crimson, her chest heaving, her breast bouncing up and down. The exertion was clearly taking its toll, but her eyes shone with an almost manic energy. The creaking and shaking of the bed, a constant background thrum to their illicit game, added to the tension. My apprehension grew with each creak of the bedsprings – would he my dad wake up? Would this meticulously crafted deception unravel?

Then, with a sudden, unexpected move, Sir Suresh stopped, his powerful strokes abruptly ceasing. He stood up straight, wiping sweat from his brow with the back of his hand, his chest rising and falling rapidly. He turned my mom around, his eyes intense, looking at how her magnificent body jiggled as she turned around in doggystyle

"Sunita," he said, his voice low and serious, his tone shifting from the almost playful energy of the fucking to something far more profound, "be ready. This is going to be… a good force. A strong force. Are you ready for the culmination?"

My mom nodded, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps, her eyes reflecting a mixture of fear and exhilaration. Without warning, he pushed his dick all the way deep inside her pussy, with a forceful surge that left her gasping for breath, her body arching slightly under the pressure.




I watched, my heart pounding in my chest. My mother, playing an illegal sex game with Sir Suresh, while my father slept soundly in the next room. A scandal, yes, a blatant violation of societal norms, a secret tryst played out in the heart of our home. But to me, it was a strangely exhilarating one, a bizarre spectacle that defied logic and reason.

My mom, between gasps, urged Sir Suresh to slow down, but he didn’t listen, the relentless flow continuing, unabated. The sweat on their brows, glistening in the fading light, was a testament to their exertion and intensity, a testament to the raw, untamed power that pulsed between them. 

Sir Suresh held my mom's fat ass for support as he drove his dick deep inside her pussy. "Aahhhh ooohhhoooohhh ooooiiiii aassh Sureesshhh". My mom screamed without even realizing that my dad was sleeping in the next room. How erotic was this? My mom screaming another man's name when her own husband is in the house.


My mom kept glancing nervously towards the bedroom door where my dad was sleeping, her eyes wide with anxiety, her every movement betraying her fear that Dad might wake at any moment, shattering this illicit game, exposing their secret.

Finally, Sir Suresh removed his dick from her pussy. "Sunita," he said, his voice still heavy with exertion, "the next hole, your asshole… I want to fuck your asshole, spread your asscheeks baby. The ritual demands its completion."

My mom shook her head, her face pale, her breaths shallow. "No, please, not now. I'm not ready. I… I need a moment."

He insisted, his voice firm despite his exhaustion. "My love, we must continue. The I miss this asshole of yours. Delay will only weaken the flow, diminish the power." He attempted to connect his dick inside my mom's shithole vessel, but she protested again, her voice laced with genuine fear. "Please, no, not yet… I need a moment… I need to catch my breath…"

Sir Suresh sighed, his features softening slightly, his resolve wavering for a fleeting moment. "Sunita," he said, his voice gentler now, yet still firm, "trust me. This is… this is crucial. The final stage requires your full cooperation. We can't finish without fucking your sweet asshole" He paused, studying her face, his expression searching. "This will be different. This is... the final offering."

My mom hesitated, her gaze flickering towards the bedroom door once more before finally meeting his. Then, with a sigh of resignation, a mixture of fear and surrender in her eyes, she spoke, her voice barely a whisper. "No no please we can't do it here, I don't want to make a mess like the other night, please, my husband is in the house"

Sir Suresh gently adjusted his dick. “Turn around, Sunita. Let me cum on your mouth and face.”

My mom obeyed, her face slick with sweat, her chest still heaving. She turned, her mouth slightly open, her breath coming in ragged gasps, her eyes fixed on the wall. Sir Suresh regarded her, a flicker of something akin to admiration in his eyes, a strange respect for her courage. "Your obedience… it is admirable, Sunita," he murmured, almost to himself.

He raised his dick. He rubbed his dick, a low groan escaping his lips, a sound of both exertion and intense concentration. My shy mom remained still, her mouth open wide, waiting. Then, with a deliberate, controlled movement, he released the his sperms. 

A gush of the thick, white cum filled my mom's cute mouth and ran down her chin, staining her skin, ruining her lipstick, leaving her momentarily speechless, momentarily breathless. The scene was both shocking and strangely captivating, a stark contrast to the quiet, sun-drenched living room. The air hung heavy with a mixture of exertion, exhaustion, and a strange, unspoken intensity.

Then Sir Suresh the as Sir Suresh finished cumming on her face, she woke up. Then, my mom heard my dad waking up from the bed, I also heard dad waking up. My mom was shocked.... she hurried up as I ran quickly back to the sitting room after I also cummed on my hands.


TO BE CONTINUED.......DON'T MISS THE NEXT EPISODE!!

[kanikaakochr]

Wow its a really nice

[nadia]

THIS IS MY REAL MOM, TWO DAYS AFTER THAT INCIDENT

[Desmond Miles]

Time to include our boy into the crime, bro.. No more peep ins please..

[Victorjohnson]

Make her shameless
Make her loose dignity
Include drugs smoke and drinks so tat she become more cheap and forget shame
Degrade her mangalsutra
Make her loose her beauty and make her fat pig due to continued fucking...