[Victorjohnson]

Pls dnt involve son.. Enouf of incest stories..
Dnt stick to same template always...
Degrading character loss and transformation type stories are less.. Beg u make story in such manner

[Victorjohnson]

If still want to add son fucking mom, do it but at the end... In a gangbang everyone fucking mom including son... Mom gets pregnant without knowing whose sperm made her pregnant... This is my opinion

[Kuchvito]

Make it more disgusting more unfaithful and shameless

[nadia]

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

Would be difficult because I'm writing from a real perspective. Let's see

[nadia]

Make it more disgusting more unfaithful and shameless

yes, it gets dirtier and dirtier and even filthier. Be ready, buckle up for the next chapter!!

[nadia]

His sperms, thick and viscous, which was his sperms clung to my mother's face and dripped from the corners of her mouth. Sir Suresh, his breath coming in ragged gasps, leaned closer. "Sunita," he said, his voice low, a husky whisper barely audible above the frantic beat of my own heart, "let me see you spill some of that… onto your wedding ring."

A thrill, a strange mixture of excitement and unease, shot through me. This was it—a blatant act of defiance, a secret spitting in the face of my father’s trust, a profane act played out in the very heart of our home. 

The air crackled with a tension so thick, it felt palpable. My mother, her eyes glistening with a mixture of fear and exhilaration, didn't hesitate. With a slow, deliberate movement, she smeared his sperms which were in her mouth on her wedding ring.

Sir Suresh smiled, a smile and gleam in his eyes, and my mother met his gaze, a strange desire showing on her face. More of the his cum dripped from her mouth, an erotic sight of a shared communion. The silence stretched, heavy and expectant.


I couldn't believe my mom spitted Sir Suresh's cum on her wedding ring. This meant that she desecrated the holiness of her marriage with my dad and now chose to obey Sir Suresh. My mom really turned completely to another woman. It was so astonishing to see a traditional mom like my mom turn into another woman who loves dick more.

"Clever girl," Sir Suresh murmured, his voice thick with barely contained excitement. "Very clever indeed. I love seeing you spit on your wedding ring, it turns me on" Then my mom answered, "You are such a naughty person for making me do this Suresh"

He reached out, his fingers brushing against her cheek, lingering for a moment before retracting. The touch was intimate, a silent dominance.

For me, I felt a wave of nausea. This wasn't the holy ritual I'd initially imagined. This was something far more sinister, far more erotic. The air was thick with the scent of the substance, a sweetness that showed more of their illicit affair.

A low groan emanated from my father’s room. The sound shattered the charged silence, sending a jolt of panic through both my mother and Sir Suresh. For me, since I was close to my father's door, I peeked into the bedroom and he seemed awake.


My mom and Sir Suresh's face, previously flushed with a mixture of exertion and illicit pleasure were now shocked. The gleam in Sir Suresh's eyes vanished, replaced by a look of stark fear.

"Quick!" My mom hissed, her voice sharp with urgency, the remnants of Sir Suresh's cum smeared across her face. "Get dressed! My husband's awake!" Her voice, usually so calm and measured, was now sharp with fear. The carefully constructed facade of domestic tranquility was crumbling around them. 

I too, with my hand full of cum after cumming while seeing them both fuck, decided to walk slowly towards the bedroom while I wiped my hands against my trouser. Was this the day my dad was going to catch my mom and Sir Suresh red-handed? I waited to see.

Sir Suresh, his movements clumsy and hurried in his panic, began fumbling with his clothes, his eyes darting nervously towards the bedroom door. His usually controlled demeanor was replaced by a desperate fluster. He was sweating profusely due to the fucking he gave my mom.

"Hurry, Suresh!" my mom pleaded, her voice trembling slightly. "Before he catches us!" She grabbed at her saree, pulling it around her, her movements frantic and clumsy. 

Sir Suresh's sperms, which seemed a lot, now smeared across mom's breasts and arms, added to the chaotic impression. I, unable to tear my gaze away from this unfolding drama, felt a surge of guilt mixed with hot fascination.

The sound of my father shifting in bed echoed from the adjacent room, a low rumble that sent another wave of panic through my mother. She pushed past Sir Suresh, her half-dressed form a blur of motion. 

“Go! Go now!” she urged, her voice strained and barely a whisper. “Let me go and check him, I think his sleep was destructed when the glass shattered”

I, unable to bear witness to their panicked retreat any longer, ran back to the sitting room, desperate to escape the scene, to avoid being seen by them.

The silence of the sitting room was evident yet the tension remained thick in the air. Every creak of the floorboards, every sigh of the wind outside the window, felt amplified, echoing the pounding of my own heart.


For me, watching Sir Suresh and my mom fuck each other was an extravaganza show that thrilled me to the core. This man named Suresh really corrupted and perverted my once religious mom to his own who...whor....wh..., I don't want to say that name, let us just say, "his woman".


I remained in the sitting, rubbing my hands against my trouser to dry my hands off my cum. I didn't believe how much cum Sir Suresh spilled on my mom's face, this man really stored a lot of his cum just to spill it on her chest and face. This was so hot.




I have never even seen my dad cumming that much. My mom, half-dressed and filled with the sperms, burst into my father's room. My dad was half awake, his eyes still half-closed, the lingering effects of the sleeping pills clouding his perception. 

The reason for his awakening was clear – a sharp crack, like shattering glass, that had echoed from the guest room when Sir Suresh was fucking mom, a sound I now understood to be the accidental breakage of a small decorative vase during their fucking.

"My love," my father mumbled, his voice thick with sleep, his eyes still heavy-lidded, "what is going on? I heard… glass shattering." His words were slurred, his thoughts still trapped in the hazy realm of slumber.

My mom, her voice strained, attempted to maintain a calm facade. "It was just a dream, darling," she said, her voice slightly shaky, but trying to convey a reassuring tone. "A bad dream. You were just dreaming. Just go back to sleep darling"

She began to wipe Sir Suresh's cum off her face, right next to my dad, she wasn't even afraid if he would know, her movements clumsy, her attempts at concealment unconvincing. 

"But…what's that on your face?" my father mumbled, his eyes slowly focusing. "And…why are you half-dressed?" The sleeping pills were losing their grip, his senses slowly sharpening.

My mom's eyes darted around, her mind racing. "It's… yoghurt," she stammered, her voice barely a whisper. "I was having a late-evening snack… and… I had a little accident." The lie hung in the air, flimsy and unconvincing. 

Friends, my mom was quite sharp in lying. She way she lied to my dad was something really could make your dick hard. As she spoke, I saw Sir Suresh slip out of the guest room behind her, moving with the secretive speed of a shadow. 

He was hurriedly tightening his trousers as he passed the doorway, making his way towards the sitting room. I retreated further into the shadows of the sitting room, not wanting to be seen.

Sir Suresh found me there, his face a mask of strained composure. He saw the apprehension on my face and tried to engage me in casual conversation, his words tumbling over each other in his nervousness.

"Rajeev, my boy," he said, trying to sound casual, but his voice trembled slightly. "How are you doing? It’s a lovely day, isn't it?" He patted my head, his touch awkward and forced. As he patted my head, I felt the wetness of his hands and I knew it was my mom's saliva.

He adjusted his shirt, he was a really calm man, you couldn't even suspect that he just fucked another man's wife.

"Sir Suresh," I started, my voice betraying my unease. "Why are you… sweating so much?" The question hung in the air, heavy with unspoken knowledge.

He chuckled calmly, wiping his brow with the back of his hand. "Oh, it's just… the heat, Rajeev. This room is rather stuffy, isn't it?, Your mom was even sweating, that guest room is really sweltering" 

He tried to maintain a casual demeanor, but his attempts felt strained and unconvincing. His lie was transparent; I knew he was sweating from the fucking encounter he just had with my mother. 

I could see sweat still cascading down his forehead, his vest clinging damply to his chest. From a distance, I overheard my mother's soothing voice coaxing my father back to sleep, her words a carefully crafted tapestry of reassurance. The sound was punctuated by my father's increasingly sleepy grunts. I returned my attention to Sir Suresh.

“Sir Suresh,” I pressed, my voice low and serious. “Did you finish discussing with my mom?”

He shifted, his eyes darting around the room. “Rajeev,” he began, his voice strained, “I had a wonderful discussion with your mom, you did a good thing not to disturb us. You are a good boy” He offered a weak smile, a pale imitation of his usual cheerful demeanor, patting my head.

I knew, with absolute certainty, that he was lying. But I remained silent, watching as he continued to fidget, his discomfort palpable. The knowledge of their secret, their transgression, hung heavy in the air between us, unspoken but understood.

My mother emerged from the bedroom a short while later, still half-dressed, but carrying a strange sense of uneasy composure. She smiled at me, a strained, almost apologetic smile.

"Rajeev, you are a good boy for not disturbing us," she said, her voice soft, almost conspiratorial. "Wait for me. I'm going to take a bath, and then we can have some tea." Her words felt hollow, laced with an underlying tension that I couldn't ignore.


Sir Suresh, his face still wet with sweat, gave me a similar instruction. "And wait for me, Rajeev. I’m going to freshen up as well.”

I nodded, my heart pounding a restless rhythm against my ribs. The charade was painfully obvious. Their illegal sex game was so clear; their clandestine encounter, however, remained a secret to my oblivious father.

I waited, pretending to occupy myself with a cartoon magazine. After a suitable interval, an interval long enough to allow them time to "freshen up," an interval filled with unspoken implications, my curiosity, stronger than my guilt, overcame me. 

I decided to confirm my suspicions. I headed towards the bathroom, my footsteps silent, my heart pounding in my chest. Peeking through the slightly ajar door, I saw them. My mother and Sir Suresh were bathing together! 

He was standing in front of her, his hands on her back squeezing her big ass, rubbing gently, his touch intimate and possessive. The scene was shocking, undeniable, and profoundly disturbing. Their secret, their illicit affair, was so hot to see. 

"Today was the best time of my life, Sunita", Sir Suresh said as he squeezed my mom's face cheeks. "Why?", mom questioned while smiling at him. "Because I got to fuck the wife of the person I hate", Sir Suresh said.

"You are an evil person but I like your evil mind", my mom said as she kissed him on the lips, locked.

The weight of that knowledge, the bitter taste of betrayal, filled me with a sense of profound unease. The secret was overwhelming. My mom and Sir Suresh were bathing together,  in our house while my dad was sleeping. 

I couldn't believe that they were not even caring if my dad would wake up and see both of them inside the bathroom. Their love games was so intense that they didn't want anyone to disturb them.

Friends, I didn't even believe how this man Suresh was hard again and it was just 10 minutes ago that he cummed and yet he is still hard again ready for the next fuck?

I mean, I don't blame him because if anyone sees my mom's curvy chubby body, anyone will fuck her for even 10 hours non stop. That body of my mom is simply intoxicating and tantalizingly marvelous.



The steam in the small bathroom hung thick and heavy, a hazy veil obscuring the details but not the intensity of the scene. My mother, Sunita, stood with her back to the slightly ajar door, I could see her fat ass jiggling. Water cascaded down her back, tracing the curves of her still-ample curvy body. 

Sir Suresh, his damp hair plastered to his forehead, stood in front of her, his hands resting lightly on her shoulders kissing her, a possessive possessiveness that sent a shiver down my spine. The air throbbed with unspoken tension, a silent hum of illicit excitement.





"Sunita," Sir Suresh’s voice was a low murmur, barely audible above the rush of water, "my dick is hard again. I want to push it inside your tight pussy."

My mother didn’t even turn. Her voice, when she spoke, was barely a whisper, a mixture of exhaustion and reluctant acquiescence. "Again, Suresh? You never tire. Please stop, we will continue another time, not now"

Sir Suresh chuckled, the sound rough and urgent. "Tire? My dear Sunita, this is not mere… exertion. This is… devotion. A sacred act of… replenishment." His words were laced with a mixture of vigor and lust.

My mom sighed, the sound barely audible above the sound of the running water. "But what if my husband wakes up? He might see us" The plea, however, lacked its usual conviction; a weariness seemed to have settled over her, as if the fear had become a dull ache rather than a sharp pang.

Sir Suresh dismissed her concern with a wave of his hand. "Your husband is under the influence of a powerful sleeping pill. He'll sleep through an earthquake, let alone a little… fucking in the bathroom." His tone was dismissive, bordering on contemptuous of her worries.

He moved with surprising strength and agility, his hands firm and decisive as he encircled my mother’s chubby body. He turned her around, her back now towards him, and his voice, though still low, held a note of command. “Bend, my lovely queen, let me fuck this pussy again.”

My mom's pussy seemed so sweet for this man. My poor dad sleeping in the other room doesn't even recognize that somebody else is savoring the sweetness of his wife's pussy.

My mother, looking utterly exhausted – a stark contrast to Sir Suresh’s vibrant energy – complied without protest. Her fat ass, soft and rounded, swayed slightly as she bent, her breath coming in short, shallow gasps. 

The weariness in her posture was undeniable. Without warning, he pushed his dick inside her tight pussy from behind. My mother released a sharp gasp, a sound that was both pain and pleasure. Sir Suresh held her hair tightly, his grip almost painful, his face with a grin.

His movements were quick, almost brutal in their efficiency; the contrast between his aggressive energy and her passive compliance was striking. My mother's chubby body jiggled with each thrust, the movement both obscene and oddly mesmerizing.

Watching from the slightly opened door, I was overcome by a mixture of fascination. It was amazing, in a twisted, naughty way. The audacity of their actions, their stark disregard for the risk of being caught, was shocking. They seemed utterly unconcerned by the possibility of being caught red-handed, their focus solely on the physical act.

They continued their illicit fucking, his dick went in and out of her tight pussy. "Aahh Suresh aahhh oohh yesss aahhh ahh fuckk meee aooohhh", my mom moaned, her sounds echoing in the bathroom.

"Aaahh yes yes Suresh aahh fuck my pussy hard aahhhh yesss yess", I didn't believe what I was hearing from my mom's mouth. 

Sir Suresh - Yess scream my name Sunita, tell me how much you love this dick

My mom - aaaahh I love it I love it give it to me....aaahhhh......give it to me the hard way...ooohhhiiiiii





The shower water doing little to hide the intensity of the moment. Sir Suresh’s dick moved relentlessly, in and out, his actions forceful and unyielding. My mother's body trembled, her breath coming in short, shallow gasps, the sounds barely audible above the roar of the shower.

After a few minutes, Sir Suresh groaned, a low, this meant that he was about to cum. I knew that he was about to fill her. My mother, sensing his climax, quickly told him to stop. “Suresh, please…not inside, don't cum inside please, withdraw it”

He withdrew his dick with a sharp, sucking sound, he immediately spilled his cum onto my mother’s back. The liquid splattered, faster than I had ever seen it before, reaching as far as her shoulder.

This man fucked my mom twice in our house today, all this while my foolish dad is dozing and dreaming in the next room.

He turned her around, their faces mere inches apart, and kissed her, a passionate, desperate kiss that held a hint of wild abandon. My mother responded with equal intensity, her arms wrapping around his neck, her body pressed tightly against his. The kiss was intense, a brutal expression of their forbidden desires.

"Ok enough for today Suresh, I now understand that you love me, but for now, Rajeev might catch us," she whispered, pulling away. Her eyes, usually so calm and peace, now held a wild spark of excitement. "Go back to the sitting room."

The intensity of their illicit affair was hot. I retreated back to the sitting room, pretending to read a cartoon magazine, my heart pounding a frantic rhythm against my ribs.

Sir Suresh emerged from the bathroom a few minutes later, wrapped in a towel. He offered me a strained smile, his usual jovial pretense replaced by a nervous energy.

"Rajeev, my boy," he said, attempting a light tone, "did you enjoy the cartoons?"

"Yes, sir," I mumbled, my eyes darting nervously towards the bathroom door.

"Good, good," he said, avoiding my gaze. "Perhaps later we can play badminton." His voice betrayed his tension.

Soon, my mother emerged from the bathroom, her face flushed, her hair damp to her forehead. She went straight to her bedroom where my father was still sleeping. It was clear she needed to change her clothes.

She returned to the sitting room, her eyes flickering nervously around, her movements hesitant. She busied herself making tea, her hands trembling slightly as she poured the water. She brought the tea to me and Sir Suresh, she was now calm.

Both of them looked happy, I could see in their eyes as they winked at each other.

Sir Suresh bid us goodbye, his departure a hurried retreat. My mother followed him to the door, I saw her body was glowing. From the window, I saw him kiss my mother’s lips, his hands squeezing the fat flesh of her ass, his voice a low murmur barely audible. "Next time," he whispered, "I want you to come to my house, I want to fuck your asshole, I didn't fuck it today."

My mother smiled with excitement in her eyes. “We should be careful, Suresh. My husband is around,” she said, her voice barely a whisper.

After Sir Suresh left, I watched my mother. She was happy, almost excited. She would smile to herself, lost in her own thoughts; it was obvious she was happy with the illicit encounters, the forbidden pleasure with Sir Suresh.

Her secret was hers, and hers alone. It was clear to me that she had fallen for him, that he had conquered her, despite her marriage to my father. The stolen moments, the clandestine sex between them, the forbidden pleasures—they had captured her heart, leaving me to question the stability of my family’s foundation and the complexities of adult desires.



NEXT PART COMING SOON! GUYS WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT THIS UNFOLDING!

[Victorjohnson]

Superb update...
One request...
Let sunita believe suresh
Let she forget husband and surrounding and do wat he says even if it is risky..
It would be nice to watch then

[raka123]

I read a cuckold story where a son was working on a car wash. The owner of the car wash has an affair with her step nephew,a black boy(forget the name). The son find about the affair. Later the car wash owner inform this to the mother and sack the son' job. Then the mother find out son's fantasies and collection of her bikini pictures in son's computer and took total control of his son's life and made him cuckold. The mom also began an affair with the black boy that i mentioned early.
I READ IT ON LITEROTICA BUT FORGET THE NAME OF THE STORY. CAN ANYONE TELL ME THE NAME OF THIS STORY??

[nadia]

I read a cuckold story where a son was working on a car wash. The owner of the car wash has an affair with her step nephew,a black boy(forget the name). The son find about the affair. Later the car wash owner inform this to the mother and sack the son' job. Then the mother find out son's fantasies and collection of her bikini pictures in son's computer and took total control of his son's life and made him cuckold. The mom also began an affair with the black boy that i mentioned early.
I READ IT ON LITEROTICA BUT FORGET THE NAME OF THE STORY. CAN ANYONE TELL ME THE NAME OF THIS STORY??

Just type the tags of the story then search by "advanced", you will find it. Good luck!

[nadia]

(( FOR THOSE BUMPING ONTO THIS STORY FOR THE FIRST TIME, THIS CHAPTER IS HOW ME AND MY MOM MET RAHUL'S MOM, JAYA, ENJOY!!))




The next day dawned bright and warm, the sun filtering through my window as I got ready for college. I felt an unsettling mix of excitement and satisfaction, recalling the unexpected scene I had witnessed the day before—my mom and Mr. Suresh playing fucking each other in our house in the guest room while my dad was sleeping in the master bedroom.

I went to college and as the college day ended, I eagerly made my way through the crowd of kids, finally spotting my friend Rahul. He was leaning against the gate of the college, casually watching as students filed past, waiting for his mom to pick him up.

We always come to this spot every single day where we meet and have a chat as we wait for our respective parents to pick us up.

“Hey, Rahul!” I called, waving as I walked over.

“Hey! What’s up? How are you doing” he replied with a grin, his eyes lighting up as I approached.

“You won’t believe what I saw yesterday!” I leaned in closer, my voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper.

“What happened?” Rahul’s curiosity raised instantly.

“I saw my mom and Mr. Suresh fucking in our house as my own dad was sleeping” I exclaimed, my pulse quickening as I recalled the secretive atmosphere.

“No way! Seriously?” he asked, wide-eyed.

“Yeah! And you won’t believe this—they were really sneaky about it. Before they started fucking, Mr. Suresh gave her a sleeping pill, and she secretly added it to my dad’s milk so that he will doze off to sleep” 

“Whoa, that’s intense!” Rahul exclaimed, clearly fascinated. “They thought no one would see them? I mean, it's pretty wild, but honestly, in our suburban area, this kind of stuff happens all the time like I told you before. People have secrets!”


“Right?” I said, glancing around to make sure no one was eavesdropping. “What if Dad finds out? He’ll freak out!”

Just then, Rahul’s mom, Jaya, pulled up in her car, waving at us from the driver’s side. I felt a wave of relief wash over me—having someone to talk to and circulate my thoughts with was great.

“Hey, Rahul! Ready to go?” Jaya called out warmly, stepping out of the car.

“Yeah, Mom!” Rahul replied, then turned to me. “Come on! You can ride with us.”

“Really? That would be awesome!” I accepted eagerly, especially since my mom had mentioned she would be twenty minutes late.





I climbed into the back seat, and as we drove down the familiar streets, I could feel the warmth of the sun shining through the windows. Rahul sat beside me, his excitement bubbling over.

“Isn’t my mom nice?” he asked, glancing at me.

“Yeah, she really is, I can't believe how hot she is. Your dad's boss really enjoyed fucking her” I replied, he then whispered to ne, “Yeah, but she wasn't in this shape before, actually it was due to my dad's boss fucking her so hard that made her this curvy”

“Totally! But I still think my mom is beautiful too!” he laughed. "Yes, I agree with that, your mom aunty Sunita is way more hot than my mom, she has sexy protruding boobs and her magnificent fat ass"

“True! But don’t tell her I said that, alright?” I chuckled, the lighthearted banter easing my earlier tension.

As we drove, I noticed Jaya’s curvy figure behind the wheel. Her appearance was striking, but I couldn't help but think that my mom had the best features of anyone I knew, a warmth and kindness that illuminated her face.

Friends, I came to realize that these curvy women are the most likely to have secret affairs. Rahul told me that those curvy women want their body to be used properly so they get easily seduced and fucked.

After a few minutes, I saw my mom walking down the road. “Hey! There’s my mom!” I shouted, pointing out the window. “Ooh that's your mom? Should I stop?” Jaya asked, looking at me in the rearview mirror.

“Yes, please aunty!” I said. "Yes mom, that is Rajeev's mom aunty Sunita", Rahul said.

Jaya brought the car to a halt, and I rolled down the window, calling out, “Mom!”

She turned, her expression shifting from curiosity to surprise. “Hello Rajeev, Why are you in a car?” she asked, raising an eyebrow.

“I got a ride with Rahul and his mom,” I explained, trying to maintain a casual tone. Mom made her way towards the car.

“Hi there!” Jaya greeted my mom as she approached the window. “We were just giving your son a ride home. Hello my name is Jaya, I am the mother to your son's best friend Rahul”

My mom smiled back, softening instantaneously. “Thank you so much! Nice to meet you. My name is Sunita”, my mom and Jaya shook hands together.

Rahul leaned to me and whispered, "In front of us are our mothers who are being fucked outside marriage. Look at them, they love dick inside their holes and they are not satisfied by their respective husbands", I looked at Rahul and I almost laughed.

“Pleasure’s mine! Would you like to join us for a few minutes? We can drop you two off since our home is just across the street to yours,” Jaya offered.

Before I could say anything, my mom nodded enthusiastically. “Why not? I’d love to chat!”

I hopped out of the back seat as my mom climbed into the front. The two women settled into conversation effortlessly, exchanging smiles and laughter as Jaya resumed driving. Friends, my mom and Rahul's mom looked like those hot women you see in porn.

The only difference was that they were wearing traditional sarees. If you looked at them for the first time, you would mistake them for being faithful wives who are inculcated with religious values.

But deep inside, they were women who are married but fucking outside marriage and they surely loved dicks. They are two women who don't care about societal norms of loyalty to marriage.

Mom turned to Rahul, her face lighting up. “So, this is your friend Rahul! You have never introduced me to him. How are you doing?” 

“I’m great, Auntie!” he responded, flashing a bright smile. "Mom, I didn't get the chance to introduce you to my friend Rahul but I was hoping one day you we will get the chance and fortunately, we got one," I replied to my mom.

Just then Rahul borrowed his mom's phone so that he could play games in her phone because he was getting bored due to the evening traffic jam. I also borrowed my mom's phone and me and Rahul started playing video games as mom and Jaya began chatting.

As they chatted, I couldn’t help but feel a swell of pride. Rahul's mom seemed genuinely kind and engaging, weaving jokes and sharing stories about when Rahul was younger. The warmth between them felt easy and natural, quickly bridging any gaps between their lives.


My Mom: "To Jaya, khaali samay mein kya karti ho?"
(So, Jaya, what do you do in your free time?)

Jaya: "Are, thoda-bahut bagwani karti hoon. Bada sukoon milta hai mitti mein haath lagane aur paudhon ko badhte dekhne mein. Aur painting ka bhi shauk hai, lekin bas shaukiya karti hoon."
(Oh, I dabble a bit in gardening. It’s so relaxing to get my hands in the soil and watch plants grow. I also like painting, but it's just a hobby.)


My Mom: "Bagwani! Kitni acchi baat hai. Main bhi karti thi jab main chhoti thi, lekin aajkal..."
(Gardening! That’s such a nice thing. I used to do it when I was younger, but these days…)

Jaya: "Aajkal kya?"
(These days what?)

My Mom: "My husband Arvind hamesha apne kaam mein vyast rehte hain. Unka chartered accountant ka kaam hai—deadlines aur clients ka pressure. Hamare paas ek saath samay bitaane ka waqt hi nahi hota."
(Arvind is always busy with his work. He’s a chartered accountant—deadlines and client pressure. We hardly get time to spend together.)


Jaya: "Samajh sakti hoon. Male in high-powered jobs ka yeh ek common problem hota hai. Lekin tumhe apne liye kuch waqt nikaalna chahiye, Sunita. Yeh zaroori hai."
(I understand. Men in high-powered jobs are notorious for it. But you shouldn’t let yourself get bored, Sunita. It’s important to have things you enjoy.)

My Mom: "Yeh kehna asaan hai."
(That’s easier said than done.)

Jaya: "Toh kabhi mere ghar chai pe aana, Sunita. Hum baat karenge, catch up karenge, aur shaayad main tumhe apna chhota sa garden bhi dikhane chali jaungi."
(You should come over for tea sometime, Sunita. We can chat, catch up, and maybe I’ll show you my little garden.)

My Mom: "Woh toh accha hoga, Jaya. Kab aayein?"
(That sounds lovely, Jaya. When would be a good time?)


Jaya: "Chaliye dekhte hain… kaise rahega agle hafte? Wednesday afternoon? Agar tumhe koi aur plan nahi ho toh."
(Let’s see… how about next week? Wednesday afternoon? Unless you already have plans?)

My Mom: "Asal mein, mujhe koi aur plan nahi hai. Aur mere favourite mall ke baare mein, shayad sabka waisa hi ho, lekin tum kya karti ho apne khaali samay mein?"
(Actually, I don’t have any plans then. And as for my favorite mall, it’s probably the same as everyone else’s. But what do you do with your leisure time?)

Jaya: "Achha, bagwani aur painting ke alawa, main ek chhota restaurant bhi chalati hoon. Kaafi kaam hota hai, lekin mujhe uska creative side bahut pasand hai. Naye dishes banana, menu design karna... kaafi mehnat hai, lekin maza bhi aata hai."
(Well, aside from gardening and painting, I also run a small restaurant. It keeps me busy, but I enjoy the creative side of it. Designing menus, coming up with new dishes… It’s a lot of hard work, but it’s also fun.)

My Mom: "Oh, main samajh sakti hoon! Restaurant chalana bahut demanding hota hoga."
(Oh, I can imagine! Running a restaurant must be very demanding.)

Jaya: "Haan, hai, lekin mujhe yeh bahut pasand hai. Challenging hai, lekin rewarding bhi hai. Tum apne samay kaise guzar rahi ho, Sunita?"
(Yes, it is, but I love it. It’s challenging but rewarding. What do you do with your time, Sunita?)

My Mom: "Main zyada tar ghar ka kaam karti hoon."
(I mostly manage the house.)


Jaya: "Sach mein? Par tumhare paas toh khud ke hobbies ke liye kaafi waqt milna chahiye."
(Really? But that should give you plenty of time to dedicate to your hobbies.)

My Mom: "Yeh itna asaan nahi hai, Jaya. Arvind hamesha der tak kaam karte hain, aur ghar ka kaam... din kaafi jaldi guzar jaata hai. Har waqt kuch na kuch karna padta hai, safai karna, khana banana, kuch thik karna. Main zyada tar ghar ke kaamon aur Arvind ke kaamon mein hi apna samay guzar deti hoon."
(It’s not as simple as that, Jaya. Arvind is always working late, and managing the house... the days just melt away. There’s always something to do, something to clean, something to cook, something to fix. I end up spending most of my time tending to household duties and Arvind's needs.)

Jaya: "Main samajh sakti hoon. Yeh kaafi overwhelming ho sakta hai. Lekin apne liye waqt nikaalna zaroori hai. Chhote pal bhi farq daal sakte hain. Kuch waqt ke liye kitaab padhna, ya music sunna, ya bas chup chaap baithna aur apna dimaag saaf karna. Yeh apne wellbeing ke liye zaroori hai."
(I know the feeling. It can be overwhelming. But it’s important to find time for yourself. Even small moments can make a difference. Reading a book, listening to music, or just sitting quietly and clearing your head. It’s essential for your wellbeing.)


My Mom: "I know, I know. It’s just that it feels like there’s never enough time. And Arvind? He doesn’t seem to understand that at all. His world revolves around his clients and work. I’m just a background detail, someone to manage the home, and he rarely makes even the smallest effort to understand my feelings or involve me in his life. It makes you feel... invisible."



At this moment, I was surprised that my mom is speaking about my dad not having time for her. It was really awkward for me to listen to this. Rahul nudged me and he also told me in whispering tone that it is clear my mom is not happy with my dad that is why she chose to be fucked by Sir Suresh.

Jaya: "I understand. Sometimes, we have to be the ones to make the effort, to create the space for ourselves, and to gently remind our husbands that we’re important too. We need to be seen, heard, and valued, not just as homemakers, but as individuals with our own needs and desires."

My Mom: "I wish I had the energy to even start a conversation like that."

Jaya: "Then maybe you need to plan something ahead of time. Perhaps a weekend getaway? Or a simple dinner at that new Italian place, or even a walk in the park. You need to show him that you, too, need to be nurtured, and that shared experiences are just as important for maintaining a strong relationship."


My Mom: "You’re right. I think I’ll try that. It’s just that sometimes… I feel like I don’t matter to him. I’m just… always there, managing things. But not really seen or valued."

Jaya: "You matter, Sunita. You matter a great deal. And I really think you should come over for that tea. We can talk more then, and I’m sure you’ll find my company rejuvenating."

My Mom: "I’d really like that, Jaya. Thank you."


The rest of the car ride was filled with a lighter atmosphere, the earlier tension replaced by a comfortable camaraderie between the two women. The conversation continued in a pleasant but somewhat mundane fashion. 

They discussed various things from movies to the neighborhood gossip. But the underlying current of understanding and shared experience had set a foundation for a new friendship, a friendship that might offer both women the support and understanding they craved. The simple invitation for tea had transformed a car ride into a small moment of hope.



As we finally neared our house, Jaya slowed down. “Here’s your stop!” she announced. 

“Thanks for the ride!” my mom said, stepping out of the car. I caught a glimpse of Jaya giving my mom her phone number card. The two were ready to be good friends.

“Anytime! Let’s get the moms together soon!” Jaya said warmly. "For sure aunty", I said

My mom turned to Jaya, thanking her profusely. “You’re such a kind person! I appreciate it.”


Friends, I was very much evident that my mom and Jaya were already best friends just through 44 minutes of car drive. Scientifically, it would be explained that they got along very easily because they had something in common.

And what was that common thing? They were both being fucked outside their marriage and they are cheating on their husband. 

“It was absolutely no trouble,” Jaya replied, her smile radiant as she waved goodbye.

As they pulled away, my mom looked at me thoughtfully. “You know, I really like Jaya. She’s a good person. Very kind-hearted. Why didn't you even tell me about her or your friend?”

“I agree! It's just that I never got the time, we had a lot of work at college and we had to study a lot” I said, my mind racing with the secret I had shared with Rahul. “She seems great!”

We then entered our house, my mom headed off to cook. She was checking her phone again and she smiled. I knew it was Sir Suresh sending her another one of  his dick images in her WhatsApp and that is why she was smiling.

After entering the house, I noticed the delicious aroma of something cooking wafting through the air. “What’s for dinner?” I asked, my stomach rumbling.

“Just one of your favorites—spaghetti!” she said, her face lighting up like it always did when she mentioned my favorite meals.

As I settled at the table, the comforting scent of home enveloped me. I started eating, enjoying the warm, delicious food, but my mind drifted back to my earlier conversation with Rahul. 

The world felt more layered now, tangled in complexities I never fully understood yet felt compelled by. After all, he was right.

While I ate, I couldn’t help but wonder about the implications of what I had seen and kept to myself. My dad was still at home, but he’d been feeling unwell since yesterday when mom was being fucked in the guest room. 

I briefly remembered the sleeping pill that Mr. Suresh had given my mom, a seed of worry sprouting in my mind. Would that have anything to do with my dad's condition? 

I pushed the thought aside as I enjoyed my meal, unwilling to let doubt overshadow the warmth of my home. After dinner, I helped my mom clean up, reveling in the normalcy of it all despite the secret fun I was having with Rahul.


The evening stretched long and quiet. Dad, finally awake after a seemingly endless sleep, came from the master bedroom and settled heavily onto the sofa in the sitting room. 

The silence in the house felt thick, heavy with unspoken tensions and betrayal. Mom was in the kitchen, the rhythmic clatter of pans a counterpoint to the quiet hum of the television. 

I knew, even before she appeared, that something was amiss. The easy intimacy that usually existed between my parents felt strangely absent. The lack of physical affection, the subtle avoidance in their interactions—it was a clear indication that something was wrong. 

Friends, it is normal that when a married woman has affair outside marriage, then she would only be thinking about that person she cheated with. She will no longer pay attention to her husband. She will view her husband as garbage and that is how my mom was treating my dad.

And one thing friends, I am sure that my mom will no longer go back to her normal self of loving my dad. She was now only the woman of Sir Suresh. She could not ever stop loving Sir Suresh.

And I suspected I knew what it was. Mom hadn't been intimate with Dad since his awakening, a stark change from their previous behavior. They didn't fuck each other because all this time, Sir Suresh was the one who was fucking her instead of my dad. Oohh this was so hot friends.

I pretended to be engrossed in my magazine, the bright colors a stark contrast to the somber mood that permeated the room. Dad, his gaze distant and unfocused, watched television, his hand occasionally straying to his stomach as if in discomfort. 

Mom, however, was struggling. She took an unusually long time to prepare dinner, repeatedly checking her phone, her fingers nervously tapping against the screen as if waiting for a message. I knew those messages were from Sir Suresh.

Friends, have you ever been so much enchanted by someone that you constantly think about them? Now that is what my mom changed into. She chronically thought about Sir Suresh every single second, minute and hour and even days.

Sir Suresh was deeply in her brain to the extent that she didn't even care about my dad. My mom was slowly becoming shameless.

Eventually, Dad, his patience wearing thin, called out from the living room, "My love, could you get me some water, please?"

Mom responded, but her answer was delayed. She was still absorbed in her phone, her attention completely fixated on its screen. Dad called again, louder this time, his voice carrying a hint of impatience. This time, she quickly hid her phone and rushed in with the water, apologizing profusely.

"I'm so sorry, baby," she said, her voice laced with forced cheerfulness, her eyes darting around nervously. "I didn't hear you call."

Dad looked at her, his brow furrowed slightly, concern etched on his face. He drank the water a gulp and then asked, "Are you alright, love? You seem a bit distracted."

"Oh, it's nothing, darling," she replied, forcing a smile. "Just a bit tired, I guess." Her composure was carefully constructed, a flimsy shield against the storm brewing inside her. She hoped he wouldn’t suspect anything.

Friends, as I told you earlier, my dad since he trusted my mom 105%, he will never, ever in his life, suspect my mom of cheating on him. But guess what, that was actually the opposite. The more he trusted my mom, the more my mom was free to mingle around shamelessly with Sir Suresh.


PICTURE BREAK TO VIEW MY MOM'S HOT BODY UPDATE ON HOW SHE HAS BECAME CURVY AFTER SIR SURESH FUCKED HER GOOD






For me, the situation was a delicate balancing act. I wished Dad remained unaware of his wife's infidelity. For now, at least, ignorance was bliss.

But Dad wasn’t himself. A strange illness seemed to have settled upon him. He shifted uneasily on the sofa, his face pale and drawn. I watched, a knot of worry tightening in my stomach.

"Dad," I began cautiously, placing my magazine down on the coffee table. "Are you feeling alright? You don’t seem yourself."

He sighed, rubbing his back wearily. "I don’t feel right, Rajeev," he admitted, his voice sounding weak. "Something’s… wrong."

"What is it?" I pressed gently.

He shook his head. "I don't know exactly," he said, a puzzled frown etching itself onto his forehead. "I just feel… off. A strange pain here," he touched his stomach. "And a persistent headache. I keep feeling shivers down my spine. I suspect I might have eaten or drank something yesterday that disagreed with me."

The words struck a chord. The memory of yesterday’s events flooded back to my brain. Sir Suresh's secret actions, the sleeping pill he’d slipped to my father. 

The thought that it might be the sleeping pill that was causing this illness to my dad sent a shiver of suspicion down my spine. This wasn't just indigestion; it felt deliberate. It felt like foul play.

"Dad," I said, my voice low, "What are you going to do?"

He paused, considering his options. “I think… I think I should go to the hospital tomorrow. Get it checked out properly.” A long silence hung in the air, punctuated only by the soft ticking of the clock in the hall. Then Mom entered, carrying a tray of dinner dishes. She immediately noticed her dad's discomfort.

"Arvind, darling," she said, her voice laced with concern, "you don’t look well. What’s wrong?"

He repeated what he'd told me, explaining his symptoms. Mom's worry deepened.

"Since yesterday?" she asked, her voice urgent. "Should we go to the hospital now?"

Dad, though clearly uncomfortable, remained resolute. "No, my love, it's alright," he replied, giving her a tender kiss on the forehead. "I'll go tomorrow. Don't you worry about it." We started then eating. Mom and dad and me talked about different topics and we laughed.


Just then, his gaze, however, shifted to the guest room doorway. A slight frown creased his brow. "Sunita," he asked, his voice laced with curiosity, "Why is the guest room bed so untidy? Was there a… spill or something?"

Mom visibly froze. The question caught her completely off guard. The her face full of nervousness, and for a split-second, she almost choked on the food she'd been chewing. 

The memory of her afternoon with Sir Suresh, their passionate games in the guest room, flashed vividly in her mind. She knew exactly what had caused the mess of the bed.

Before she could even stammer a response, I interjected, my voice carefully casual, "Dad, it was me. I was playing in there earlier. I had a bit of a… messy game of… you know… pillow fights and things. I got a little carried away. There were pillows and blankets everywhere."

"Pillow fights?" Dad raised an eyebrow, his expression softening slightly. "Really, Rajeev? That explains the mess then." He looked somewhat amused.

"Yeah," I continued, adding more detail to embellish my story. "I was trying out some new wrestling moves, and well... things got a little… enthusiastic. I was flinging pillows, throwing blankets. It was quite a… spectacle." I tried to make it sound like a wild, fun game, something a boy might do.


Dad chuckled. "Oh, I see," he said, his suspicions apparently allayed. "Well, next time try to be a little neater. It's a bit of a mess in there." He glanced at Mom, his expression softening. "Sunita, are you alright? You seemed rather shocked for a second there."

Mom, immensely relieved, managed a weak smile. "Yes, darling, I’m fine. Just a bit surprised. Rajeev can be quite… energetic sometimes. A little too much energy sometimes," she added with a slight chuckle.

The moment of crisis had passed. Dad's attention shifted back to his own discomfort. But the weight of the secret still hung in the air, a palpable tension lingering beneath the surface of our seemingly normal family life. 

Friends, my mom is such a master in handling this tensions. All this days, she was lying to my dad and she was knew how to shape conversations with my dad to further drive him away from any suspicions.

I didn't know where she learnt this behavior of lying and making dad become more unsuspicious. I think it was Sir Suresh who was teaching her on how to lie to my dad. Friends, at this point, I knew Sir Suresh was surely going to win over my mom.

Mom was intensely grateful for my intervention, but also slightly bewildered by my unexpected actions. Why had I lied? Why had I protected her? The questions hung in the air, unspoken, but heavy with implications. 

The evening proceeded, the apparent calm covering a multitude of anxieties and secrets yet to be revealed.

After dinner, Dad said goodnight, his voice raspy with illness. Mom offered a perfunctory "Goodnight, darling," a stark contrast to her usual tender farewell filled with kisses on his lips. 

The lack of warmth, the absence of her usual concern for his well-being, was a chilling revelation. In the past, she would have accompanied him to the bedroom, ensuring he was comfortable, checking on his condition. 

Tonight, however, she remained seated, her attention elsewhere. The change was palpable, a chilling indication of the shift in her affections. Once Dad was asleep, Mom went to the kitchen, ostensibly to wash the dishes. 

I heard the familiar clatter of plates and the swish of water, but I also heard the distinct chime of a new message notification on her phone. She glanced my way, checking to see if I was paying attention. 

Satisfied that I wasn't, she closed the kitchen door quietly, wiping her hands on a dish towel before answering a call. It was Sir Suresh.

My curiosity piqued, I tiptoed to the kitchen door, pressing my ear against the cool wood. The conversation was hushed, not on loudspeaker, but I could still make out snatches of their dialogue, words that pierced my heart like shards of glass.

"No, Suresh, not tonight," Mom whispered, her voice tinged with a mixture of guilt and desire. 

"Arvind… he’s not well. He’s been feeling unwell since yesterday and I can’t leave him. I can’t risk anything happening while he’s unwell." She paused, her tone shifting subtly. 

“Suresh,” she whispered, her voice barely audible above the gentle hum of the refrigerator, “what did you give my husband? Was that really sleeping pills you slipped him yesterday…? That potent sleeping pill you were so eager to share…?”

There was a long pause, a silence thick with unspoken implications. I could practically feel the tension radiating from the phone, a silent battle waged between the two people on the other end of the line.

Then she laughed....I didn't understand why she is laughing. “Why… why is he like this?” she continued, her voice in a laughing manner slightly. The forced casualness of their earlier conversation was increased with smiling, replaced by a raw, vulnerable delight. 

I told myself, "Oohh wow, look at my mom becoming delighted and laughing because Sir Suresh made my dad sick."


“He's so unwell, Suresh. He has such a bad headache, a terrible pain in his stomach. He’s feverish and weak… is this a side effect of the medication…? What have you done?”

“Tell me the truth, Suresh,” she pleaded, her voice dropping to a near whisper. “Was it something more? Was it something… stronger… something that could make him this sick? You are such a naughty person, all this just to fuck my pussy??”

"Yes, Suresh... I love you too, more than anything... but I just can’t tonight. It wouldn't be fair to Arvind, not in his current state. He needs me right now. We can’t meet tonight, Suresh. It wouldn't be right.” Her voice was laced with a desperate plea to be understood, a clear signal that she wanted their encounter, but guilt was overriding her desires.

"Tomorrow?" Suresh’s voice was a low murmur, a sound barely audible above the gentle hum of the refrigerator. "But I've been waiting all day, Sunita. I need you." His tone was demanding, less concerned about her husband's illness than his own desires. 

I could actually  hear him even though it was not in loudspeaker since the kitchen was silent as an underground tunnel.

"Not tomorrow either, Suresh," she replied, her voice firming slightly. "My husband is going to the hospital tomorrow. I have to go with him. I’ll be with him all day. I can’t leave him." 

Her explanation was clear. She was attempting to balance her commitment to her husband, while fighting her undeniable attraction to Sir Suresh.

A wave of icy excitment and a rising sense of betrayal flooded through me. This wasn’t just a simple affair; it was a web of deceit and blatant disregard for her husband’s well-being. 

The betrayal hit me with the force of a physical blow. My chest tightened, my heart pounding and my dick almost becoming hard beating to the rhythm against my groin. This wasn't just any affair; it was a blatant disregard for everything she held sacred; the very foundation of family.

Friends, like I told you before, my mom grew up in a traditional, religious setting that deeply influenced her values and beliefs. Raised in a close-knit community, she learned the importance of family, respect, and responsibility from a young age. 

Her upbringing was filled with cultural rituals and religious practices that shaped her worldview. Daily prayers and gatherings at the temple were common, instilling in her a strong sense of spirituality and morality. 

She was taught to honor her elders, embrace humility, and practice kindness to others. These principles guided her through life, shaping her into the compassionate, unwavering figure that I admire today. Her values remind me of the strength and wisdom embedded in our heritage.

But now, my mom has completely turned away from the traditional and religious values she was raised with. Instead of embracing the strict rules of her upbringing, she found herself craving independence and excitement. 

This desire led her to embark on a secret relationship with Sir Suresh, someone who represents everything she grew up against. Behind my dad's back, she gets fucked in all her holes by Sir Suresh, savoring the thrill of living a life free from the expectations that had once confined her. 

The conversation continued, each word carving deeper into my understanding of their illicit relationship which was hot to witness. Friends, if you have witnessed your mom having secret affair with another man behind your dad's back, then you are very lucky.

“No, please, Suresh… I promised I'd give you my asshole for the second time, but please be patient, my love… I know you desire it, and so do I, and I’m just as eager to fulfil my promise, but now is not the time. Please... I need you to understand,” Mom pleaded, her tone becoming more agitated.

"Okay, thank you," Suresh’s voice, though still tinged with impatience, held a hint of reluctant acceptance. 

"Just come and take him to the hospital, then… but what about our plans this evening? What do you mean that you have to stay with him in the hospital? Is this a tactic to avoid me?" His tone indicated frustration, his feelings ignored by her explanation.

Mom’s voice faltered, clearly losing the argument. She placed a hand to her forehead, her frustration evident.

“Okay… but… sure… yes… okay, then you win. Tomorrow night. Arrgh, you’re such a man! You really disturb my calm. No, are you serious?.....yes I will ride you the way you want hehehe.....what? two hours only for my asshole? You must be joking….you will make it loose.... wow… okay… mmwah, I love you.”

The call ended. I heard the soft click as she hung up. For a moment, silence reigned, broken only by the faint hum of the refrigerator. Then, I saw her. She was looking at her phone, a silly, lovestruck smile playing on her lips. 

She held it close to her heart, a gesture that spoke volumes about the depth of her infatuation. She leaned against the counter, her eyes closed for a moment, lost in her own private world of desires. Then, she did something that shocked me to the core. She kissed the phone.

The sight sent a fresh wave of nausea through me. The blatant disregard for her husband’s illness was amazing. Dad was sick, possibly seriously ill, and all she cared about was Sir Suresh and their passionate games. They were clearly planning their next fucking session which was always wild. 

What kind of mother was this? What kind of person was she? How could she be so uncaring? Oooh this was so hot!!

In the past, she’d always been so attentive to Dad’s needs. She would check on him, even in the middle of the night, ensuring he was comfortable. She’d rush to his side at the slightest sign of discomfort, her concern genuine and heartfelt. 

Tonight, however, that attentive and caring mother had vanished, replaced by a woman consumed by her own desires and completely controlled by another man. This was not the same woman I'd grown up with.

My dad was sick, possibly seriously ill, and all she cared about was Sir Suresh and their illicit encounters. They were planning their next meeting, their next sexual encounter. My own mother was not only engaging in adultery, she was doing so with a callous disregard for her sick husband's well-being. 


NEXT PART IS AS ALWAYS ON THE WAY. WHAT DO YOU THINK GUYS? YOUR THOUGHTS.

[imles4le]

Superb update...
One request...
Let sunita believe suresh
Let she forget husband and surrounding and do wat he says even if it is risky..
It would be nice to watch then

Pagal.....ye nahi Hona chahiye...aise hi chudai ka maja lete rahe to aacha hai....agar sunita ko chudana hi hai to chup chup kar chudaye... ho sakta hai uske chodu hubby ne hi apne senior ko bheja ho apne sexy sunita raaandi ko chodne ke liye....apne job me increment ke liye....aaaur wo janbujh kar anjan bana hai...aaaur ye bhi ho sakta hai ki wo khud kisi aaaur sexy ko apne office me maja leta ho....

[Victorjohnson]

Sunita be more dirty...so that she can become more open and story be more realistic...else it would be repitative...

[nadia]

((FOR THOSE BUMPING INTO THIS SECTION OF THE STORY, FOR THE FIRST TIME, THIS CHAPTER IS WHERE SIR SURESH PULLED SOME STRINGS TO GET MY DAD ADMITTED IN HOSPITAL SO THAT HE CAN FUCK MY MOTHER EVEN MORE, ENJOY!!))



The next morning, Sir Suresh arrived early, his arrival a stark contrast to the previous day's clandestine meetings. He was dressed in a crisp, neatly pressed shirt and trousers, a stark difference from his usual attire, which was more casual, more suited to their clandestine meetings. 

Friends, one thing about Sir Suresh is that he cladded very neatly & professionally. This was because he loved designer clothes & money was not a problem for him. He made sure he had all the expensive clothes in his drawers.

He was eager to show his concern for my father's illness, his actions a calculated attempt to appear caring, but in the real sense, he was just pretending in order to win my mother's favor. 

The four of us were gathered in the sitting room—Dad, Mom, Sir Suresh, and myself. Dad was clearly feeling unwell, moving slowly and speaking weakly. His skin felt strangely clammy.

“Arvind, my friend,” Sir Suresh began, a note of feigned concern in his voice. "I was so sorry to hear about your illness. Don’t worry about a thing; we will get you sorted out today." 

His words were laced with a hint of forced warmth, a deliberate attempt to appear concerned, masking his true intentions. His eyes kept darting towards Mom, a look of both concern and expectation on his face, and I noticed a strange, subtle shift in his behavior 

An unusual attentiveness that was at once genuine and calculated. He kept on gazing at my mom and licking his lips. I noticed his eyes were directly focused on my mom's breast that were full of milk.

My mom was ready and she was neatly dressed in a red saree with a black blouse. Friends, guess what? This is the same saree and blouse Sir Suresh bought her and my dad doesn't even know.

Secondly, I asked myself why is my mom wearing this dress on this particular occasion? Is it because she wants more attention from Sir Suresh? Because I am very much aware that women tend to seek profound attention primarily from the ones they love or crush on.


Mom who noticed this, hid her breasts with her red duppata. This was to divert Sir Suresh's attention from her because she felt it was risky because my dad was just near them.

Dad, weak but still trying to maintain some dignity, said, “Suresh, you really didn’t have to stress yourself, my dear friend. I'm not that unwell. We can go to the hospital later, when I feel a bit stronger."

Sir Suresh’s response was immediate and emphatic. “Nonsense, Arvind! Your health is paramount. We can’t risk delaying your treatment. I’m here to help, my friend. Consider it my duty. I insist on taking you to the hospital right away. This is nothing to worry about. Consider me your friend, and I will ensure that you receive the very best care. We will get this sorted as soon as possible.” 

I knew he was insisting on it because I am sure he doesn't really care about my dad. He just wants to fuck his wife who is standing just near him, my busty and curvy mom Sunita. Ooohh this man Suresh is really a genius and a good pervert.


He said it with an almost theatrical display of concern. I noticed the way his eyes kept flitting back towards my mother; it felt as though his concern was directed at her as much as it was at my father. 

It was obvious that he wanted to maintain appearances before my mother, and he was clearly enjoying his role of the "caring friend".

“Let me get my coat,” Dad said, beginning to rise slowly from the sofa. He moved with a stiffness that betrayed his discomfort, and his voice held the faintest tremor.

I took my teacup to the kitchen, leaving Mom, and Sir Suresh alone in the sitting room. As I was about to return, I saw them. Sir Suresh had his arms around my mother, his hands squeezing her fat ass.

Her chest was pressed against his, her body visibly trembling. It was not the casual embrace of friends; it was something far more intimate, far more suggestive. My mother's breath hitched, a gasp escaping her lips.

"Let me go," she whispered, her voice slightly breathless. The fear was palpable, her resistance barely veiled.


“Just a quick kiss, my love,” Sir Suresh murmured, his voice low and seductive. He tightened his embrace, grabbing both two asscheeks of my mom that were so soft, his body pressed firmly against hers. 

His words were a thinly veiled excuse for intimacy. The calculated concern that he had displayed for my father a few moments before was completely gone, replaced by a raw, almost lustful energy towards my hot mom.

Mom looked nervously over her shoulder, checking to see if Dad was looking. Dad was still in the bedroom, getting the his coat. Seeing the coast was clear, she quickly leaned up and kissed Sir Suresh, her lips meeting his in a passionate, urgent kiss.

Friends, let me tell you, I didn't believe what I was witnessing, a wave of shock electrified all over my spine. I couldn't believe my mom was this brave. Kissing another man in the sitting room while her husband is just in the bedroom. Woow! 

From the master bedroom, Dad called out, "Honey, did you see my black coat?" There was no response. Mom was locked in an embrace with Sir Suresh, her lips fused to his in a passionate kiss that completely ignored her my dad's call.

The fact that my mom ignored my dad's call made my dick hard right away. This was so hot. I think my mom took advantage of the situation because my dad was sick.

Dad called out again. “I can’t find my coat, honey. Did you keep it somewhere for me?” Still no answer. Mom was completely lost in the moment. The intensity of her kiss with Sir Suresh kiss intensified, fueled both by lust and the thrill of taking such a risk.

“Honey? I can’t find my black coat. Honey?” Dad's voice rose, laced with increasing impatience.

Finally, Mom pulled away from Sir Suresh, her face flushed, but still hugging him, her breath slightly ragged. "Ooh, yes," she said, her voice breathless. "It's in the closet, honey."

Sir Suresh looked at my mother, his eyes sparkling with amusement and something akin to exhilaration. He seemed to be relishing the fact that they were openly engaging in their affair, even in my father's presence.

“Hey, you’re risking so much," Mom whispered, she told Sir Suresh, she was glancing nervously around the room, her eyes darting towards the kitchen, checking to see if I might be watching. 

“Be careful.” She was obviously concerned about the risks they were taking, even though her desire seemed to override her apprehension.

Then I heard Dad’s voice from the master bedroom again. “Ooh, I found it!” His footsteps were now audible as he walked towards the sitting room.

Sir Suresh, sensing the imminent arrival of my father, took advantage of the last few moments. He planted another deep kiss on my mother’s lips. My mom still supported him by kissing him back.


This was really crazy friends, the two loves birds are crossing their limits right in front of the sitting room. He held it for a full ten seconds before she finally pulled away, her face flushed.

"Ouch!" Mom exclaimed, as Sir Suresh playfully slapped her jiggly fat ass. A subtle reminder of their intimacy, of their illicit relationship.

Dad, entering the sitting room, asked, “Is everything alright, honey? You both seem… flustered?”

Mom, regaining her composure, replied, forcing a smile, "Nothing, darling. I accidentally knocked my foot against the sofa" She quickly rectified her hair, her movements attempting to restore a sense of normalcy to the situation. 

"Ooh sorry baby, are you alright?", my dad told her not being bothered of what just happened when he was in the bedroom few seconds ago.

"Yes my love, I am fine", mom answered.

The casual lie was designed to hide the truth, to conceal the passionate kiss she had just shared with Sir Suresh.

She moved closer to Dad, offering to help him tie his tie, her touch lingering a little longer than necessary. “Let me tie this one for you, honey.” Her actions were a clear attempt to pretend, to regain her husband's trust. 

The casual intimacy was in stark contrast to the passion she had shown only moments before.

Sir Suresh watched my mother, his gaze lingering on her soft wide ass, and a look of raw jealousy flashed across his features. It seemed that he hadn't had enough. He seemed to be brooding over their interrupted intimacy.

We left for the hospital in Sir Suresh’s car. Mom and I sat in the back while Dad, looking pale and weak, sat beside Sir Suresh in the front.

“You will be fine, Arvind,” Sir Suresh assured my father, his voice attempting to project reassurance. “This is just a minor setback. We’ll get you looked after, and you’ll be back to your old self in no time. It is our duty to care for you.” 

His words were designed to calm my father, to quell any anxiety, but there was an underlying tone of impatience, as if he wanted this episode to be over so that he could get back to his clandestine meetings of fucking with my mother.

My mother added, "Yes, darling. Just relax and focus on getting well. I’ll be here for you the whole time.” She made a point of looking my father in the eye, expressing sincere concern for his well-being.

But at the same time, she glanced at Sir Suresh and smiled. Sir Suresh winked at her but she didn't bother, instead she rolled up her eyes in a disdainful manner because she didn't want to risk again in the car.

We arrived at a renowned hospital in Pune, its imposing structure a stark contrast to the quiet, almost clandestine atmosphere of the car ride. Dad was admitted and was now on the hospital bed. Mom was close to him and it was revealed that he had a stomach upset.

After the initial assessment, Sir Suresh pulled the doctor aside, a confidential air settling between them. They moved to a quieter corner, their voices low, almost conspiratorial. 

It was revealed that he would be in the hospital for two weeks. The doctor told Sir Suresh, because actually the hospital bill was on him. Friends, this was a good gesture from Sir Suresh. 

Despite him fucking the wife of my dad, it was  good gesture for him to pay all the hospital bills for my dad. I loved this. I mean, it is very good to see him doing this.


                                            




“Mr. Arvind will need to stay for observation for at least two weeks. We need to run some tests.” the doctor told Sir Suresh.

The words "two weeks" hung in the air, a melodious tune to Sir Suresh and Mom. Their faces lit up with a mixture of relief and barely concealed excitement. The extended hospital stay provided the perfect cover for their secretive oncoming fucking sessions.

I knew two weeks was a lot for Sir Suresh and my mom to spend their nights fucking each other.

Dad, ever the optimist, said, "I don’t even care if I’m here for a month, I just want to get well. A week isn’t long at all. I just want to feel better as soon as possible.”

Sir Suresh, placing a hand reassuringly on Dad's shoulder, replied, "You will, friend. Don't you worry about a thing. The bill is on me. We'll make sure you get the best possible care. Consider this a little holiday for you, Arvind. A chance to relax and recover. We'll be here every day, ensuring everything is handled appropriately."

When he said "holiday" for my dad, I just thought this is not just a holiday for my dad, it is also a holiday for Sir Suresh and my mom. Actually, not even a holiday, but a honeymoon of two weeks. Ooh I can't wait to see the action between them. 

"We'll bring you all the comforts of home.", Sir Suresh continued, "Just focus on getting better. That's all that matters. We’ll take care of everything else." My mom looked at Sir Suresh and she was clearly happy seeing that the person she is fucking is "caring" for my dad.

His words, though intended to comfort, held a subtle undercurrent of something else, something more lustful for my mom. The concern was palpable, but it was almost as though he was already thinking about the next fucking session with my mother.

Mom, drawing closer, kissed Dad on the head. “I love you, baby,” she whispered, her voice soft and tender, a stark contrast to her earlier behavior. 

“Don’t you worry about a thing. I’ll be here every day. We’ll get better. I’ll take care of everything, and soon you’ll be back home, better than ever. I promise. Just focus on getting better, and leave the rest to us.” 

Her words, though seemingly filled with genuine concern, were laced with a hidden agenda. The concern for her husband appeared to be motivated as much by her guilty conscience as by genuine love.

I watched Sir Suresh. His face was a mask of barely controlled fury, his eyes narrowed, his jaw clenched. The jealousy was palpable; it was as though he wanted Mom entirely for himself, his possessive nature flaring up at the display of affection between Dad and Mom. 

He was clearly jealous because he was seeing that his woman (my mom) was kissing a person he hates (my dad).

The tender scene between Dad and Mom, a genuine display of love and concern, was a stark contrast to the clandestine nature of his relationship with Mom. 

Dad, turning to me, said, "Hey, son, it's just two weeks. I'll be home soon, and we'll play that new video game together. We’ll have some serious gaming time when I get out of here.”


“Yes Dad, that's a great idea! I’ve been waiting for us to get together and play it!” I replied, trying to sound cheerful, despite the disturbing undercurrents of the situation. 

I was trying my best to support my father and to keep up appearances, even though I knew the true nature of the situation. "I'll visit you every day. And when you come home, we'll have a huge gaming marathon. We can even invite Rahul!" 

I tried to keep the conversation light, to focus on the positive aspects of the situation, to distract myself from the naughty reality that was slowly unfolding before my eyes between my mom and Sir Suresh.

While I spoke with Dad, I noticed Sir Suresh and Mom exchanging secret glances. He stood beside Mom, his hand resting on her big ass, a tight squeeze that seemed designed to lust. 

Mom visibly flinched, her body tensing, trying to subtly remove his hand, her eyes darting nervously towards Dad. Her apprehension was clear. She knew that she was playing a dangerous game, and the risk of being caught was high because dad was just inches close to her.

I knew, with a certainty that chilled me to the bone, that the sleeping pill Sir Suresh had given Dad that day, wasn't a sleeping pill at all. It was something else, something far more sinister. 

And Mom knew it too. She knew the truth, the extent of Sir Suresh's manipulation. Yet, her love for Sir Suresh, her passion for the illicit relationship, seemed to more important more than her love for my father, and the loyalty she owed her family.

Dad, noticing the tension between Sir Suresh and Mom, turned to Sir Suresh. “Take care of Sunita if she needs anything. She gets a little… overwhelmed sometimes.”

Sir Suresh, his eyes never leaving Mom's face, nodded his head with an almost imperceptible gesture. “Of course, Arvind. Consider it my pleasure. I'll make sure she is safe, and always supported. Just focus on getting better.” 

He spoke the words with a practiced ease and confidence, but there was a subtle gleam in his eyes, a playful gleam, indicating that his attention was not entirely on my father's health, but also focused on his own relationship with my mother. 

He cast a quick, almost naughty glance at my mother, while Dad remained blissfully unaware of the subtext of the conversation.

Sir Suresh announced that he and Mom were going to get Dad some food. Dad, looking genuinely relieved and hungry, readily agreed.

By evening, I wanted to see my friend Rahul before heading home so that I can tell him all that I noticed today. I told Dad, "Get well soon, Dad!" "Ok son, nice evening", he replied, and left him in the ward.

I searched for Mom and Sir Suresh, finally finding them sitting together in a quiet corner of the hospital grounds. They were chuckling, Sir Suresh’s hand resting on Mom’s thigh. The casual intimacy between them was shocking, the complete lack of concern for my hospitalized father.

In a normal situation, Mom would have been at Dad’s bedside, tending to his needs, offering comfort and support. Instead, she was here, laughing with her lover, possibly planning their next fucking encounter, perhaps even that very night, at our house.

The sight ignited a strange mix of emotions within me: a sense of excitement —but also a perverse excitement. It was as if I was experiencing a secret fantasy, a forbidden peek into an adult world of passion, risk, and rebellion.

I approached them. They disentangled themselves quickly, their pretense of casual conversation almost comical in its transparent nature.

“Oh, beta, what’s up?” Mom asked, shifting slightly away from Sir Suresh, trying to appear innocent and unsuspecting. “I’m going to see Rahul, Mom,” I said, trying to keep my tone neutral, pretending I didn't notice anything between them.

"I’ll come back later.” I tried to sound casual, but I couldn't hide the undercurrent of tension, the unspoken question of why she was here, with Sir Suresh, instead of being with Dad. I felt excited of their secret sex planning.

“Okay, beta,” she replied. “But please come back home soon, okay? Your father needs us both.” Her tone was solicitous, and for the briefest moment, I felt a twinge of the usual maternal warmth I was used to. 

However, the feeling was quickly replaced with a renewed sense of unease and betrayal.

Sir Suresh, patting my back, added, “Be a good boy, Rajeev. We'll see you later." His voice was a low murmur, his eyes meeting mine with a fleeting look that suggested a shared secret, an understanding of the complex dynamics at play.






                                               NOT FINDING RAHUL AT THEIR HOME BUT HIS MOM, JAYA






Pune’s notoriously chaotic traffic swallowed me whole, delaying my arrival at Rahul’s house until 8 PM. The sky, a bruised purple, threatened rain as I reached their doorstep. I knocked, and the door opened to reveal Jaya, Rahul’s mother.

She was stunning, a captivating blend of elegance and sensuality. Her hair, a thick, lustrous curtain of dark brown, cascaded down her back in soft waves, catching the fading light. Her eyes, large and expressive, held a warmth that belied a certain worldly wisdom. 

She was wearing a simple cotton pajamas, its loose fabric flowing gently around her body, yet still managing to highlight her stunning curves. Despite her undeniable allure, a familiar thought crept into my mind: though undeniably beautiful, Jaya wasn't quite as captivating as my mother, Sunita. 

My mom possessed a more voluptuous physique, her curves fuller, her body radiating a warmth and sensuality that I found irresistible. Sunita was more curvaceous, more chubby, with a fullness that was simply unmatched.

“Hello, Rajeev,” Jaya greeted me, her voice a smooth, melodious sound that wrapped around me like a warm blanket. “How are you doing?”

“I’m fine, thank you,” I replied, my voice a little breathless. “I came to see Rahul.”

“Ooh? but... didn’t he tell you?” she asked, a subtle hint of concern in her tone.

“No, about what aunty?” I admitted, shifting my weight from one foot to the other. “I didn’t have my phone with me.”

Jaya sighed, a small, almost imperceptible sound. “He skipped schoool again. I’ve grounded him. He’s staying with his grandmother for a while as punishment. Honestly, I’m quite disappointed in his behavior lately. He's been extremely rebellious."

The memory of Rahul's repeated schoool absences flashed through my mind. It wasn't uncommon for him to skip classes, often with elaborate excuses. 

But I knew he skipped classes because he used to tell me that he wanted to see his mom get fucked by his dad's boss. Actually, what used to happen was that in the morning after his mom takes him to schoool, he sneaked out of schoool.

Because when his mom returned home, she used to call his dad's boss and he would come and he would fuck Jaya because when Rahul was in schoool was when she used to get a chance to get fucked by that man.

I remembered the times he'd gotten away with it, usually relying on convincing lies and his charming personality.


Jaya, sensing my discomfort, smiled warmly. “Come in, Rajeev. Don’t just stand there in the rain. It’s starting to pour.”

“It’s alright,” I protested, “I can come another day.”

But the rain began to fall in earnest, a sudden deluge that transformed the gentle drizzle into a torrential downpour. My dilemma was immediate: I wanted to get back to the hospital to see my father and be with my mother, but I couldn't stand out in this storm.

“Nonsense,” Jaya insisted, her smile firm but kind. “You’re soaked. Come in, have some tea. We can wait out the storm together.”

Her home was beautiful, a testament to her meticulous care. The décor was understated but elegant; warm lighting bathed the living room in a soft glow, accentuating the tasteful furnishings. The walls were adorned with paintings, and the air was filled with the subtle scent of jasmine and freshly brewed tea. The house felt clean and inviting, a haven of comfort against the storm raging outside.

I spotted Rahul’s video games neatly arranged on a shelf, a collection of the latest titles. It was clear that Rahul was a serious gamer. The collection was extensive, with a wide variety of genres represented.

“So, how is your mother?” Jaya asked, her voice soft and gentle, as she poured me a cup of tea. Her kindness and concern were genuine. This was in stark contrast to the behavior of my own mother that day. "She is good, she is in hospital, dad wasn't feeling well"

I told her about my father's hospitalization, the events of the morning. Jaya's brow furrowed, her eyes widening in concern as I explained the situation.

“Oh, dear,” she exclaimed, her voice laced with sympathy. “That’s terrible news. I’m so sorry to hear that. I sincerely hope your father recovers swiftly. I’ll pray for him.” 

She reached across and gently touched my hand, offering a comforting gesture. “Is your mother coping alright? This must be very stressful for her, too.”

“She's… managing,” I replied, my tone evasive. I couldn’t bring myself to discuss my mother’s behavior, to reveal the truth about her affair even though I knew Jaya had an affair with her husband's boss.

The whole thing was so unsettling and depressing. The betrayal was a heavy weight on my shoulders.

My eyes were drawn to Jaya once again. Her beauty was captivating, a quiet yet potent force. She was cooking in the kitchen.

I found myself gazing at her bulbous ass  the soft fullness of her curves, the way her pajamas clung . It wasn't quite the same as my mother's ample, more generously proportioned figure, but there was a subtle charm to Jaya’s curves, a quiet sensuality that was intriguing. 

I found myself thinking, “Wow, Rahul’s mom is actually hot. His dad's boss is a lucky man to fuck Jaya's asshole that's why her ass grew fatter”











She was wearing a pair of soft, loose pajamas. They were the light-blue kind, very smooth-looking and the silky kind that hug the body closely, revealing the shape of her body underneath. Actually, it was only me and her in the house.

Our conversation flowed easily. I asked about her husband, and she told me he'd recently been transferred to another city by his boss.

The words triggered a memory. I remembered Rahul telling me about an affair between Jaya and her husband's boss.

“By the way, what’s the name of your husband’s boss?” I asked casually, testing the waters.

Jaya hesitated for a moment before answering, her voice slightly hesitant. “His name is Mr. Kapoor. Why do you ask?” she asked, a hint of caution in her tone.

“No reason,” I replied, trying to mask my curiosity. “Just curious.” I think she was getting suspicious if I knew about her secret affair with her husband's boss.

The rain continued to batter against the windows, creating a soothing, rhythmic backdrop to our conversation. We talked for hours, our conversation drifting from college to movies, from video games to family life. The time flew by unnoticed.

By 10 PM, the storm showed no sign of abating. I told Jaya I should take a cab home.

“No Rajeev, you will get sick by this cold,” she said firmly. “It’s far too dangerous to be out in this storm. Just stay here for the night. I’ll call your mother and let her know.”

She called my mother, her voice calm and reassuring. “Sunita, it’s Jaya. Rajeev is here, and the storm is really bad. He’s going to stay the night. It’s too dangerous for him to travel home. Is that alright?”

I listened as Mom replied, her voice somewhat strained. “Yes, Jaya, that’s perfectly fine. Tell him I say hello.”

I spoke to Mom briefly on Jaya's phone, her voice laced with a relief that was obvious to me. She seemed to be avoiding the uncomfortable truth. Later Jaya talked with my mom on the phone and she told my mom that my dad will be fine.

Later that night, Jaya suggested I take a bath. “You must be tired and cold,” she said, her tone gentle and welcoming. “Go and have a bath. I’ll get you some fresh pajamas.”

“Okay,” I replied, my heart already racing.

In the bathroom, as I showered, I spotted Jaya’s discarded panties hunged near the wall. They were unwashed. For some reason, despite the fact that this was Rahul’s mother, a wave of excitement washed over me. I couldn't explain it; it was a strange, unsettling curiosity.

I surreptitiously picked up one of her panties. I looked around quickly, then cautiously sniffed it. The scent that wafted up was a mixture of cotton and something else—a faint, musky sweetness that was at once alluring and unnerving. 



The undertones of her scent had a unique quality; it was a mixture of sweat, a hint of her natural scent, and also a slightly floral scent. The sweat was a reminder of her body's natural responses, a reminder of her vitality.

It was a sweaty scent, but so tasty. The sweat scent was mostly at the front part, which was her pussy part, and although at first it was somewhat overpowering, the smell at the back of the panties, which was her ass part, smelled different. 

The back of the panties smelled more floral, more like her shit mixed with sweat, oohh soo tasty, I inhaled it soo deeply thinking "ooh Mr. Kapoor always smells this ass all day before he fucks it. It was an intriguing, intoxicating mix of smells. 

I rubbed my dick, mesmerized by the strange, intoxicating scent. It was a combination of sweat and something else; like her shit because her panties used to go deeper insdie her big ass and it rubs against her asshole, something distinctly feminine. 

The scent clung to my fingers, and I could smell her presence. The scent was intoxicating; it was both alluring and forbidden, adding another layer of intrigue to the situation. 

I started masturbating rubbing my dick up and down using the soap that was placed at the bathroom. I rubbed my dick in tandem with me continuing to inhale the mixed smell of her panties. I took another one of her panties and started smelling it again. Each panty had a different smell.

Oohh this was the smell of heaven. Oohhh I told myself "Oohh is this how a sweaty pussy and asshole of a woman smells?", aaahhh it was so hot. I continued rubbing my dick and I eventually cummed.

I released a "aarrgghhh aahhhhh ssshhh aaaarrgghhh" as I continued spilling my cum any direction. Some cum was hitting the wall, others down. I just kept spilling just thinking how Rahul's dad's boss, Mr Kapoor, always fucks this asshole of Jaya and also her pussy.





TO BE CONTINUED....................FRIENDS, THE NEXT PART IS EVEN HOTTER, STAY TUNED!!

[Desmond Miles]

When I asked you to include Rajeev to their game, I didn't mean him to fuck his mother rightaway bro. Just letting her know that he knows her scerets too (but in a mild way). Thats why I asked not much peep in shows are needed now, since we know what's gonna happen behind the closed door. If you narrate another sex scene like that, it would be repetitive and kinda boring (but you can just make it a short one with brief narrations).
Now since Rajeev carefully protected her from Dad's question, she knows she can trust him, right? So the path for him to letting her know he's okay with her relation with Suresh, the inclusion is easy now.. Perhaps with a bit of assurance from Suresh too.. Just take this suggestion plainly, no need to focus much on this, thats all. Waiting for the future..
And good thing you introduced Jaya now.. Lets see where this goes..
Can already see a nice and hot foursome happening soon.. 

[nadia]

When I asked you to include Rajeev to their game, I didn't mean him to fuck his mother rightaway bro. Just letting her know that he knows her scerets too (but in a mild way). Thats why I asked not much peep in shows are needed now, since we know what's gonna happen behind the closed door. If you narrate another sex scene like that, it would be repetitive and kinda boring (but you can just make it a short one with brief narrations).
Now since Rajeev carefully protected her from Dad's question, she knows she can trust him, right? So the path for him to letting her know he's okay with her relation with Suresh, the inclusion is easy now.. Perhaps with a bit of assurance from Suresh too.. Just take this suggestion plainly, no need to focus much on this, thats all. Waiting for the future..
And good thing you introduced Jaya now.. Lets see where this goes..
Can already see a nice and hot foursome happening soon.. 

My friend, I am writing this story from what I did & witnessed. If it doesn't suit you then I am sorry. In fact, I didn't even fuck Jaya and I don't intend to. I was just mesmerized by the smell of her panties. And yeah, no foursome any where so don't anticipate it. That's all. Stay tuned for the next part anyways!!

[nadia]

Sunita be more dirty...so that she can become more open and story be more realistic...else it would be repitative...

yes wait for more coming on your way. The story is flowing

[Desmond Miles]

My friend, I am writing this story from what I did & witnessed. If it doesn't suit you then I am sorry. In fact, I didn't even fuck Jaya and I don't intend to. I was just mesmerized by the smell of her panties. And yeah, no foursome any where so don't anticipate it. That's all. Stay tuned for the next part anyways!!

No need to take the suggestions seriously, bro. We just comment what we think while reading. Its your story, so no worries if its not gonna happen..
About the foursome, again, I didn't mean Rajeev and Rahul fucking their Moms, but the Moms with their loved ones, only if a situation comes like that. Don't you dare tell me to stop reading this story lol.. Its the only thing still keeping me visit this dead story site.. Only you are the one who gives us frequent updates of a story which is started.. So just go with your flow and make the readers cum tons! 

[Kamuk Insaan]

TO BE CONTINUED....................FRIENDS, THE NEXT PART IS EVEN HOTTER, STAY TUNED!!

Is that so?
I’m getting impatient, but what choice do I have? Waiting is all I can do.

By the way, have you ever witnessed Jaya and Mr. Kapoor sharing an intimate moment?

[iknowm]

plz update

[Victorjohnson]

Wish more dirtier...let Sunita be more dirty and more cheap