Adultery My Shy Mom Seduced And Fucked by Sir Suresh

[nadia]

((BEFORE YOU READ THIS CHAPTER, BEWARE! IT CONTAINS NASTY NARRATION. READ IT AND ENJOY!!))



A low groan escaped my lips, a sound of pure, unadulterated pleasure as the intoxicating scent of Jaya’s panties filled my senses. "Aarrgghh," I moaned involuntarily, the sound echoing in the small, confined space of the bathroom.

My pleasure was short-lived. A sharp rap sounded on the bathroom door, followed by Jaya’s voice, laced with concern. "Rajeev? Are you alright in there? I heard a noise."

Shock jolted me back to reality. I had almost been caught, red-handed, indulging in a behavior I knew was inappropriate, bordering on perverse. I quickly composed myself, trying to mask my panic.

“Yes, I’m fine,” I replied, my voice a little shaky. “Just… slipped. Everything is okay.”

My hasty attempt to regain my composure had created a new problem. In my panic, I'd managed to spill some of my cum onto Jaya's panties. 

I hadn't realized it at first, but the telltale white cum was now stark against the dark fabric. My mind raced; how could I possibly clean this up? 

A wave of embarrassment washed over me. I couldn't just leave them like this. A desperate solution formed in my mind. I would attempt to rub the stain away; I started rubbing the panties together, hoping to at least partially remove the evidence of my naughty behavior.

Shivering with a mixture of embarrassment and lingering arousal, I exited the bathroom. Jaya was standing just outside, holding a pair of pajamas. 


My semi-hard penis, still wrapped in a towel, was partially visible, and I could see Jaya staring at it for a few seconds, her expression unreadable.

"Here you go," she said, her voice calm and even, handing me the pajamas. "Make yourself comfortable. Rahul’s room is just down the hall."

"Thank you," I mumbled, accepting the pajamas. They smelled faintly of laundry detergent, a clean, fresh scent that felt oddly comforting after the intense experience in the bathroom. 

The pajamas were clearly Rahul’s; they were slightly too big for me, Rahul was slightly fatter in body so that's why.

Before I could leave, I remembered I had wanted to play a video game. “Um, Aunty,” I began, “could I possibly borrow your phone for a little while? I'd like to play a game before bed.”

Jaya looked at me, her eyes thoughtful. A moment of hesitation flickered across her face, and a brief internal struggle seemed to play out on her features. 

She appeared to be considering the implications of lending her phone to me. However, she quickly recovered her composure and smiled gently. "Of course," she said, her voice warm and inviting. "I'll get it for you."

She headed to her room, I watched as her fat ass bounced up and down then returning shortly with her phone. "Here you are," she said, handing it to me. 

Her smile was friendly, but there was also something else in her eyes, a hint of intrigue that I couldn't quite decipher. Was she hiding something?

"Thanks," I said, feeling a mixture of gratitude and nervousness. "Goodnight."

"Goodnight, Rajeev, don't play for long" she replied softly. Her eyes lingered on my face for a moment before she turned and went into her own room.

I locked myself in Rahul’s room, the feeling of intense embarrassment still clinging to me. The incident in the bathroom replayed repeatedly in my mind. 

But a peculiar thought surfaced on my head that if Rahul could watch his own mother engaged in an intimate relationship with his dad's boss, why couldn't I, in my own way, explore my own curiosities? 

The question, unsettling as it was, somehow justified my actions. It was a flawed attempt at rationalization, but it helped ease the guilt.

I decided to call my mother, to ask about Dad’s condition. When I dialed her number, there was a slight pause before she answered, and I heard a muffled "shhh." 

Then her voice came through, slightly breathless, a little hesitant. "Uummh… heii… Rajeev… how are you?" Her tone was unusually nervous, and I could almost sense her rapid breathing. I asked her about my dad.

"Yes, he is doing fine," she said quickly. "He started his medication."

"Where is Sir Suresh?" I asked, wanting to check in on him, too. "I wanted to speak to him."

A small, tense pause followed. "Mom, are you there?" I asked, my concern growing.

"Ooh yes, he is… well… he went… I am here… with… y… your dad," she stammered, her voice even more strained than before. It was clear she was lying. It didn't sound like she was in the hospital.

"Where did Sir Suresh go?" I pressed gently, trying not to sound accusatory.

There was another pause, this time a bit longer. I heard indistinct sounds in the background, faint chatter that I couldn’t quite make out. 

Mom rushed to speak. "Umm Rajeev, go to sleep, okay? It’s late now. It’s midnight." Her sudden insistence to end the call struck me as odd; she seemed eager to abruptly end the conversation.


"Mom, where are you? Are you at the hospital?" I persisted, my suspicion growing.

Her reply was hesitant, her breathing heavy. "No… yes… well… yy… n… yes, I am in the hospital. I… I also want to take a nap now." Her voice lacked conviction; something felt very wrong. It didn’t sound like she was in the hospital at all.

"Mom…" I started, but she cut me off. "Rajeev, please, go to sleep now. It’s late beta. I’m tired.” She hung up abruptly.

The call left me with a storm of unanswered questions. Why was her breathing so fast? Where was she? Her voice was full of lies and hesitation. Although I wanted to believe she was in the hospital, something told me that wasn't the case.

I decided to occupy myself with the video games on Jaya's phone, hoping to distract myself from my worries. Rahul’s room was awesome, a haven for a serious gamer; posters of superheroes adorned the walls and shelves crammed with video games hinted at many hours

Around 2:00 AM, I yawned, feeling the pull of sleep. I placed Jaya's phone on the desk, opened the door, and headed towards the bathroom, my mind still buzzing with the events of the evening and the unanswered questions that swirled within me

After relieving myself, I paused, my gaze falling upon Jaya’s unused panties still lying on the bathroom floor. A strange, unsettling smile crept across my face; a smile of morbid fascination, a dark amusement at the unfolding situation. 

Exiting the bathroom, I headed to the kitchen in search of water. The thirst was minor, but it gave me an excuse to move away from the bathroom's unsettling reminders. 

As I returned to the hallway, however, a new set of sounds reached my ears moans, soft gasps, and the rhythmic thuds of two bodies entwined. The sounds emanated from Jaya’s room.


My heart pounded in my chest. It was clear what was happening. Jaya was with someone, and someone is fucking her. I could clearly hear Jaya’s moans; low, guttural sounds that spoke of intense pleasure and a hint of pain. 

They were the sounds of a woman fully surrendering to physical passion. The moans were punctuated by rhythmic clapping sounds, the distinct thap-thap-thap of bodies moving together. 

Jaya’s moans were drawn out, almost a cry of ecstasy, "Aaahhhh…" She was truly lost in the moment.

As the sounds intensified, I noticed something else a pair of shoes by the front door, shoes I hadn't seen before. They were a man's shoes, expensive-looking, polished leather, hinting at wealth and status. 

Someone had come to visit, and it wasn't someone I recognized. The sounds from Jaya’s room were growing louder now. I could clearly hear Jaya’s moans, a mixture of pleasure and pain, a symphony of raw emotion. 

The sounds escalated. She was clearly in the midst of an intense sexual encounter.

A wave of morbid curiosity washed over me, pulling me towards the closed door of Jaya’s bedroom. My heart pounded in my chest, a frantic drumbeat against my ribs. 

Could this be Mr. Kapoor? I remembered Rahul mentioning, in hushed tones, that he had occasionally witnessed his mother being fucked by his dad's boss. Could his dad's boss actually be Mr Kapoor?


As I crept closer to Jaya’s bedroom, the moans intensified, becoming almost primal in their urgency. I pressed my ear against the door, my breath held captive in my chest. Through the wooden barrier, Jaya’s moans were loud and clear; a torrent of sounds that painted a vivid picture of intense physical intimacy.

"Aaahhhh… please… aaahhhh… no… apply some oil… Arjun… aaahhhh… don't push harder, please… it’s tight… why are you not listening… ouch… ouch… ouch… wait… wait… wait…" The sounds were punctuated by the rhythmic thud-thud-thud of bodies moving together.

Arjun? Was this Mr. Kapoor? Was that really his name?  The boss of Rahul's father? The man Rahul's mom had secretly been involved with? My heart pounded, each beat echoing the urgency of the sounds emanating from the other side of the door.

Jaya’s moans continued, escalating in intensity, the sounds bordering on a cry of pain. I continued to listen, my breath held captive in my chest. “Aaah… nooo… please… it’s too big tonight…why does your dick grow each night?.....ooohhhhhhhhh please wait for moment.… ooohh… nooo… oucccchhh!”

Then, I heard a man's voice, deep and resonant, a voice that resonated with confident authority. The voice was unmistakably male, commanding and demanding. 

This was no longer just a woman’s cries of passion; it was now a dialogue, a dynamic interplay of commands and pleas.

“Spread it, Jaya, don't be stupid, or else it will pain… yess… yes… open it wider… wider.....or I will slap you… stop pushing out… relax… keep spreading….... keep breathing... Jaya why are you pushing it out, you stupid bitch....."

I was shocked to hear how he was using abusive language on Jaya. It momentarily gave me a hint on this person's character.

This mysterious man, apparently named Arjun continued telling Jaya, "stop pushing it out....relax as I push in.......I need you to breathe and let me do this.....just a bit longer....my dick was in this hole before... why are you acting up whore! You're doing great! Almost there..... now it's already in,,,, you need to relax...don't tell me what to do bitch” 

This was followed by jaya's screams "aaaaaaahhh Arrrjuunnn aahhh I can't believe you pushed all in aaahhh wait noooo aahh it's hurting aaahhhhh.....wait ahhh remove it...no please....."

The man’s voice was aggressive, yet laced with a command, his words laced with authority and experienced expertise.


Confusion overwhelmed me. I was desperate to see what was happening, but there was no way to discreetly peek into the room. I decided to simply continue listening. I had no choice.

"Ooohh… aaauuuu… Arjunnn… ooooo… please… remove it… aaahhhh… wait… wait… aaaaooohhh… noooo…. I will faint" Jaya’s voice was laced with pain and desperate pleas. Her cries seemed to indicate that whatever Arjun was doing, it wasn't fitting comfortably inside her.

"Hahaha! Fainting? If you faint, it will be even better because I will force it in more deeper", Arjun said.

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. This was real. Jaya, Rahul’s mother, was having a secret affair, and it was with her husband's boss, Mr. Kapoor. I know this is not knew to me because Rahul already told me about it. 

This was just a confirmation to me.

Now I confirmed reality, Rahul was telling me the truth. I suddenly understood why Rahul's father had been transferred. It was a calculated move by Mr. Kapoor, a way to clear the path for his secretive moves to have an affair with Jaya similar to how Sir Suresh did to my dad.

Jaya’s pleas continued, her voice growing weaker.

"Arjun… please… it hurts… too much… please be gentle…"

"Relax, Jaya… just relax… aah this hole is so warm wow, I don't know what you ate but it feels warmer today oohh…..and stop screaming...you are bothering me you whore!" Arjun's voice was soothing, almost comforting, but his words lacked genuine tenderness. 

His voice held a hint of something else. It sounded like impatience and a desire to simply get the act over with.

"I… I can’t… it’s… too big… please…" Jaya cried, her voice barely audible above the other sounds.

The sounds continued; gasps, moans, and the rhythmic thumping and also the bed was shaking. The encounter seemed to be reaching its climax. I was frozen, unable to move, caught between disbelief and a strange, unsettling fascination. 

Friends, I asked myself why is my life all of sudden enshrined in sexual interplays? Was this a way of life introducing me to a life of sex. Because I earlier said that my role model was Sir Suresh.

I wanted to be like him. The fun of fucking other men's wives.

I was witnessing a scene that had gone beyond the realm of sex. It was far more intimate and explicit than any encounter I had ever imagined. This was raw, undeniable reality.


"Arjun… please… it hurts… too much…"

"Just relax bitch how many times am I going to tell you, Jaya. You're making this harder than it needs to be."

"I… I can’t… it’s… but darling it's too big…"

"Stop squirming! You're going to ruin it. It's already deep inside, stop acting up you slut, if your husband doesn't treat you like I do then he is a whore too, I am not like him, I do things my way... so shut up whore!"

"Aaahhhh! aahhh Arrjuunn aaahh eeeeeiiiiiii  ooohhhhhhh sshhhh slowly slowly aahhhhhh!"

"Damn it, Jaya! Be still, stop moving around....if I push forward, I want you to push back....stupid bitch!..learn how to fuck follow my order or else I will force it in deeper"

"Aaahhhh! Please… stop…"

"This is ridiculous. You're making me lose my patience."

"Aaahhhh! No… more…my love..my love Arjun....aahh no more baby... aahhhhh"

"Shut up! Just… enjoy it…"

"Aaahhhh!"

I slipped my dick from my pajamas, Rahul's pajamas precisely which I was wearing, the dampness clinging to my palm a stark contrast to the rising heat in my ears. 

The sounds from Jaya's room were jarring – a high-pitched, almost animalistic scream from Jaya, punctuated by the rhythmic thump-thump-thump of bodies moving with violent urgency. This Arjun man must be really a strong person.

I mean if he can make a Jaya scream this much then his penis must be really massive.

The sounds were raw, high, a stark contrast to the hushed quiet of the rest of the house.

Then, cutting through the cacophony, I heard Arjun's voice, sharp and commanding: "Come on top of me, Jaya. I want you to ride dick" 

A slight pause, and then a shift in the sounds; the rhythm changed, less frantic, more deliberate. "Ride me you slut," he instructed.

Jaya's voice, laced with fear and desperation, pleaded, "Please, no, the other hole please Arjun, let's do it in the other hole, I beg of you."

But then came a sound from Arjun that stopped me cold. It wasn’t just a growl; it was a guttural roar, like a lion enraged, a deep, resonant sound that vibrated in my chest. 

The sheer power of it sent a shiver down my spine. "No, insert it back in the hole where it came from" he boomed, his voice thick with a possessive anger. "I've used the other hole enough already. I need this hole more now...I told you tonight I just want to fuck this hole..."

Jaya just listened and I guess she inserted his dick back to the hole it was from. Her screams resumed, but with a different quality – they were now less defiant, more resigned. 

I could hear her jumping up and down on his dick. "Aaahh sshh ooh slow slow please slow aahhh"

The rhythm of their movements continued, more insistent now, rhythmic and brutal. I could practically feel the friction in the air and the friction against their bodies.

The sounds intensified. I listened to Jaya’s panting, mixed with gasps and whimpers. Then came Arjun’s groan – a deep, guttural "AARRRGGGHHH I am cumming bitch aahhh I am cumming", a sound of pure, unrestrained release. 

Jaya’s response was a series of strangled moans – "Oohh…mmmn…yes… fill me up my love fill me up aaahhh"– that were almost lost in Arjun's powerful exhale.

There was a silence that followed, punctuated only by Jaya's ragged breathing. Then, I heard her lips against Arjun's skin, the soft sounds of a kiss, they were kissing so hard that I could hear it despite me not seeing what is happening inside. 

"Arjun… I love you, I love how you call me names, I love how you treat me like a bitch, I am your slut baby" she whispered, her voice thick with emotion.

But Arjun’s reply was cold, devoid of any tenderness. "You have no choice but to love me, Jaya, and you are forever my slut" he said, his voice dripping with a chilling confidence. 

"You know that." The statement hung in the air, a chilling declaration of dominance. "You belong to me, and you will do as I say. Understand bitch?" 

"Yes, I am your everything, your bitch, your slut and I am undoubtedly your whore", Jaya responded.


The tension in the air was palpable, even from my vantage point outside the room. The intensity of the scene was overwhelming. The raw power that Arjun displayed was terrifying.

Meanwhile, a wave of my own arousal increased as I rubbed my dick masturbating to what I was hearing, leaving me breathless and overwhelmed. I released my own semen onto my hands, the sticky warmth a burning sensation against my skin. 

In my haste to wipe it off, I accidentally knocked over a small desk near Jaya's bedroom door, sending a glass bottle tumbling to the floor with a sharp CLANG.

The sound, amplified in the quiet of the hallway, echoed even into Jaya's bedroom. There was a sharp intake of breath, then silence. A heavy silence that felt stretched, broken only by my own frantic heartbeat.

Then Arjun’s voice, sharp and authoritative, cut through the silence in their bedroom. " What is that? It's that boy you told me about. Go see what he's doing," he commanded, his voice betraying no emotion, only the cold certainty of power.

A hushed whisper followed: "Ooh noo, Rajeev must have heard everything, ooh noo" Jaya whispered, her voice filled with a mixture of fear and apprehension, a mixture that spoke volumes of her desperation and vulnerability. 

"What do we do?" Her voice was a barely audible tremor, a testament to her fear and helplessness. "Well get up slut! Go check on what he is doing, stop being a lazy whore!" Arjun said, not even a glint of nervousness in his words.

As I began to wipe the cum residue from my hands, preparing to flee back to my room, a desperate need to escape the hot scene overwhelming me, the bedroom door creaked open. 

Jaya stood there, her body half-covered by a white towel, the flimsy fabric barely concealing her soft curvy body. Her hair was a tangled mess, strands clinging to her sweat-damp skin. Her lipstick was smeared, her face flushed, a mixture of arousal and terror etched onto her features. 



She looked utterly untidy, a stark contrast to her usual composed appearance, her vulnerability laid bare for all to see.

"Ooh, Rajeev… www… you're up? Looking for something?" she stammered, her voice barely a whisper. 

The words were laced with a desperate hope that I hadn't seen or heard anything, a desperate wish that she could erase the memory of the immoral & obscene events that had just happened in that room.

I lied, "Just… couldn't sleep. I came to drink some....umm..yeah...water.," I mumbled, my voice betraying my inner turmoil. "Nothing, really." My words were a feeble.

Then something incredible happened. Arjun emerged from the bedroom, stepping past Jaya. He was completely naked, his huge, hairy body filling the doorway, his presence dominating the hallway. 

His skin was glistening with sweat, and his physique was undeniably impressive – broad shoulders, thick hairy chest, and powerful legs. Thick dark hair covered his chest and stomach, extending down to his thighs.



The sight of him, so unexpectedly revealed, was horrifying. The sheer size of him, the raw power radiating from his body, was intimidating. 

Jaya, stammered and whispered to him, "Arjun, what are you doing? He's a kid! He'll suspect something. Wear something" Her voice was filled with a desperate plea, a desperate attempt to salvage what little remained of her dignity.

Arjun, with a casual disregard for propriety that was chilling in its audacity, simply kissed Jaya aggressively.

Then, with a gentle push that sent her stumbling back, he turned towards me, his gaze unwavering. "So you're Rajeev, huh?" he said, his voice still low and commanding, but with a hint of amusement that sent a chill down my spine. 

My knees felt weak, my voice caught in my throat. 

I could only manage a shaky, "Y-yes, sir." The words were barely audible, a testament to my fear and the overwhelming power of his presence.

"Ooh, you're a good boy," he said, his eyes glinting with a disturbing mixture of amusement and something else…something I couldn't quite decipher. His tone was both condescending and patronizing, and the words sent a chill down my spine.

My eyes, involuntarily, dropped to his body. And that's when I saw it. His dick was completely covered in a brown, glistening shit. 

It was a thick, viscous mess, a dark brown hue, with chunks. The stinky smell of that shit was overwhelming. The sight was so disgusting, I almost vomited, that it stole the breath from my lungs.




And can I tell you briefly about his penis? Well, gosh! This man's penis was...I don't want to exaggerate but, damn! It was I think, if I am not wrong, close to 11 Inches. Yes! You heard me right, 11 inches.

Not only that, it was also fat and I could even see veins around his whole dick.

He realized that I was looking at his dick then he told me, "Ohh sorry, kid, you know what this is?", he asked me. I shivered and trembled. "N..nn..no sir", I answered, trying my best to stay calm.

"This is type of chocolate that came from Jaya, she usually applies it on me then she sucks it", he said. Jaya, who was standing next to us, witnessing this embarrassment was seemingly shocked and astonished from what she just heard Arjun saying.

She then whispered to him, "Arjun, stop it, hey! What are you saying?"

The realization hit me like a physical blow: the "chocolate" Arjun was talking about was actually Jaya’s shit. Her own shit from her asshole. 

The sheer volume of it, covered onto Arjun's penis, showed the depth to which he had forced his dick into her asshole. It looks like when he was fucking her asshole so hard, his dick got in contact with her shit.

It was caked on thick, smeared around the base, and clung to his dick. It was a horrifically erotic and nice vivid image, burned into my memory, an image that would likely haunt me for the rest of my life in a sexually fantastic way.

I could feel my stomach churning. The stinky smell alone was enough to make me want to vomit, and the sight of it, still clinging to Arjun’s body, was utterly appalling. 

I told myself, "Wooow this man really ravaged Jaya's asshole. I think her asshole is now very very loose" 

Friends let me tell you something, Jaya's big ass, is such a wonderful juicy ass that when you see it for the first time, the first and only thought that will invade your mind is "I want to fuck this big ass right now!!".

Her curvy, proportioned ass was designed to make any man just want to grab it and push all his dick inside her cute, very tight precious and wonderfully made asshole. Aaahhh soo hot!!

Friends, can I be honest? I wish I was Arjun. I wished that I could fuck Jaya in her big ass. I was just mesmerized. In fact, I was not entirely shocked by Arjun fucking her asshole because Jaya deserves to be fucked in her asshole.

I know that Jaya is my best friend's mom, Rahul. But hey! What could I do? If a woman is blessed with such a curvy body, nice breasts full of milk, nice thunder thighs and fleshy ass, what could I do?

I can't control myself.

Jaya, cheeks flushed with shame and embarrassment, looked down, her face hidden by her hands. 

The smell of hers shit was sickening, thick and heavy in the air. It was clear that the pungent shit odor wasn’t confined to Arjun’s body; it clung to the air itself, an inescapable reminder of what had just transpired. 

Arjun, seemingly oblivious to the horrifying sight and smell, or perhaps simply unconcerned, headed towards the kitchen. 

"Ooh, let me get some refreshments," he said casually, his tone completely lacking any sense of appropriateness, as if such things were entirely commonplace, as if the events of the past hour were simply a routine occurrence. 

It his blatant display of his arrogance and power, the implicit belief that his status somehow absolved him of any responsibility or consideration for others. 


Jaya, still in embarrassment, whispered urgently to me. "Rajeev, please…just go to your room. Just go and have a good sleep ok?." 

Her voice was a plea, a desperate attempt to protect herself and me from the consequences of what we had just witnessed. "Ok aunty", I said as I left.

Then entered Rahul's bedroom but before I locked, Jaya and Arjun were still in the kitchen. I heard them talking, I had to keep the door slightly ajar so that I could listen to their conversation.


“Why did you come out naked in front of him and why you told him that?” Jaya asked, her voice anxious but urgent.

“Shut up, slut, I told him because he will know it later when he grows, it's better for kids to learn better you know heehehehe, the earlier the better, ahahahahahaha” 

"No Arjun, my love, that is so nasty of you", Jaya said.

Arjun snapped back as he gulped on water, barely above a whisper yet sharp enough to cut through the night. “Bitch! You’re making a mountain out of a molehill, you whore. The kid won’t remember a thing. He’s just a kid, and too young to understand.”

“Too young?” Jaya’s voice trembled as she pressed on, “What if he does remember? He could ruin everything! This could even reach my husband.”

“Let him ruin it, then! It’s not my problem, andI don't care if your husband knows it, even if he knows it, he will divorce and you will be officially mine, ahahahaha” 

Arjun shot back, his frustration unleashing a wave of disrespect. “You think I care if your husband knows? I already fucked you and all your holes."

Jaya just stood there listening, her eyes wide open.

"That good for nothing husband of yours only fucks your pussy. He is a bitchy woman. What kind of a man only fucks his woman in her pussy only? Huh? Stop acting so dramatic. You’re just making yourself look foolish.”

“But my love...,” Jaya insisted, desperation creeping into her voice. “If he tells anyone…”

“Honestly, Jaya, do you ever listen? You think he’s going to spill secrets? He’s more interested in his games than your stupid mess you did on my dick, just look at what you did on my dick,” he spat, condescension dripping from each word. 

“So just shut up and relax. You are my slut, remember that and talking about mess”

He looked at his dick which was fully coated in Jaya's shit after he fucked her asshole.

“Come here and clean it up right now,” Arjun commanded, his voice deep and unyielding.

Jaya’s eyes widened, and she looked down at his dirty dick, visibly disturbed. “What? I can’t do that my love, I might vomit!” she exclaimed, her voice laced with a mixture of disbelief and anxiety.

Arjun’s smirk surfaced, a cold edge to his demeanor. “Listen slut, if you end up vomiting, that’s on you. You caused the mess,” he retorted, crossing his arms defiantly.

“Please, Arjun, I really can’t! Just let it go.” Jaya’s desperation was evident as she frantically shook her head, backing away slightly.

“Stop being so dramatic you whore. You are pretending and I saw you watch porn and in porn they suck shitty dick also. So stop pretending whore. Just do it! You know you’re responsible for all this,” he reiterated, the hardness in his voice unyielding.

Friends, I was hard again. My dick became hard. Would Jaya actually suck her own shit from Arjun's dick?

Jaya’s frustration grew. “I’m not equipped for this! It’s disgusting!” Her voice trembled, betraying her struggle with the situation.

“Do you think I care?” Arjun snapped, the raw command in his tone cutting through the air. “It’s a simple task. Clean it up or deal with the consequences of your actions bitch, Clean it up or I will leave you to go back to your husband”

Jaya was shocked, she became quiet for a second, maybe thinking that this man named Arjun Kapoor, would leave her and miss his fucking styles.

“And think about what you did, do you want me to leave you or not?” he shot back, his voice now colder.

Jaya was still silenced, she seemed clouded in thoughts.

“Your silence says that you are not ready to leave me. So! It’s your responsibility. Own up to it. Now kneel down and suck it like a good slut, show me how you love my dick”

I asked myself, "Ooh! This is so hot, would Jaya lick her own shit from Arjun's dick?"

With a resigned sigh, she knelt down, her movements slow and deliberate, demonstrating a mixture of reluctance and defeat. The gravity of the situation hung heavily in the air, and I found myself overwhelmed.

The scene before me felt unbearable, a reminder of the complexities of adult relationships and the shadows that lingered in the corners. 

I felt worlds apart from them—once just a boy unaware of such struggles, now flung into the complexity of betrayal and disappointment.

As Jaya prepared to follow through with Arjun’s demand, I realized I couldn’t bear to watch any longer. I needed to see her suck it right now! Oohhhh! "This is going to be hot", I said to myself as I prepared to see what was going to unfold.





TO BE CONTINUED............

[Desmond Miles]

Now something similar happened which I wanted lol.. If not with Sunita, it did happen with Jaya infront of Rajeev! Good going, bro..

[kanikaakochr]

Nasty it is

[nadia]

Now something similar happened which I wanted lol.. If not with Sunita, it did happen with Jaya infront of Rajeev! Good going, bro..

glad you enjoyed

[nadia]

((FOR THOSE BUMPING INTO THIS STORY FOR THE FIRST TIME, THIS CHAPTER IS WHERE I INTRODUCE ARJUN (THE BOSS OF RAHUL'S FATHER ) TO MY MOM FOR THE FIRST TIME, ENJOY!!))






I pressed myself against the wall in Rahul's room, peering through a narrow crack in the door. The scene that unfolded was both shocking and strangely disgusting. 

Jaya knelt before Arjun, the imposing figure of Rahul's father's boss, her face a mask of profound disgust. Her eyes were squeezed shut. 

She was performing oral sex on him, his cock still glistening with that disgusting dark brown shit. The air was thick with the clashing scents of Jaya's shit.

Arjun, surprisingly, spoke in a gentle, almost solicitous tone. "That's it, Jaya. Good girl," he murmured, his voice a low purr that somehow amplified the disturbing nature of the act. 

"Just a little more. You're doing wonderfully. Open your mouth Jaya, don't be bitch, clean me up. Show me how much you want this" His words felt like a cruel mockery of genuine affection. 

I couldn't believe what I was seeing. It was jarring to watch Jaya, usually so poised and elegant, reduced to this state of apparent humiliation of sucking her own shit from another man's huge dick. Oohh so good!!

The idea of her mouth actually enclosing that… that shit… was almost too much to bear. Jaya began swallowing the dick. In her mouth, she began taking portions and portions of his dick.

Jaya closed her eyes tight, seemingly hoping that the taste will not reach her tongue to make her sense it.

A mix of muffled sucking sounds and occasional, choked gasps emanated from Jaya's mouth, punctuated by involuntary shudders that betrayed her profound discomfort. "MMmhh mmmhh ccchhgghh!" sounds emanated from her mouth.

This was clear indication that she was struggling between the taste and smell of her shit on Arjun's dick. "Yes go ahead....woow...you are doing just fine my slut", Arjun encouraged her looking down.


Arjun, with a chilling display of control, held the back of her head, guiding her movements with almost clinical precision. He pushed her forward and back, ensuring she took every inch of his dick into her mouth a grotesque dance of dominance and submission playing out before my eyes.


"Bitch don't try to run away, keep sucking yeah....oohh yesss...Jaya my whore....suck it...clean up the mess you made", Arjun said. 

Then, suddenly, Jaya could take no more. The stench, the taste, the sheer degradation it all became too much. 

With a sharp, almost violent movement, she pulled away, scrambled to her feet, and rushed to the kitchen sink, spitting a mouthful of saliva, kind of brownish color, onto the porcelain. 

The saliva was distinctly brownish, a grim testament to the nature of what she had just endured. It didn't even take 5 minutes of sucking and she already gave up. 

In my head I said, "Jaya, you shouldn't have given up so easily, you could have continued sucking that dick that you love the most"

Arjun's laughter erupted, a cruel, arrogant sound that echoed the hollowness of his words. "Pathetic," he sneered, his voice dripping with disdain. "Such a weak stomach. I expected more from you, Jaya.", 

He watched as Jaya continued spitting more and more saliva as she directed the tap towards her mouth, rinsing it thoroughly. It was clearly evident that she was doing this for the first time.

"You should be used to this by now. You're mine, after all. You'll learn to tolerate anything I dish out." Arjun added as he continued laughing.

His laughter was a grating sound that scbangd against my nerves, a testament to his utter lack of empathy and his complete perversion.

The sound of Jaya spitting into the sink was small, almost insignificant, lost in the cacophony of his arrogant laughter.

I didn't watch much longer. The sight was too much, the stinky smell of shit almost unbearable, was still lingering in the whole house.

Overwhelmed by a wave of my own arousal, I retreated to my room, the physical release offering no solace to my disturbed mind. "I have had enough", I told myself.

Exhaustion finally claimed me, because I masturbated twice that night, so I decided to climb on the bed and I fell into an uneasy sleep.

The next morning, I sat in the living room, nursing a cup of tea. Jaya was busy in the kitchen, preparing breakfast, her movements efficient and practiced, her face devoid of any obvious distress. 

As usual, I just stared at her fat ass as it wiggled from left to right. I just saw her ass and I couldn't believe that this was the same ass that was being fucked so hard yesternight until she shitted herself. Ooh what a sight!!

The jarring disconnect between the woman before me and the creature I'd witnessed just hours earlier was almost surreal. The realization that this was the same woman who had swallowed Arjun’s dick covered in shit, hadn’t truly sunk in.

Few minutes later, Arjun emerged from the bedroom, still shirtless as he had been the previous night, but now wearing a pair of boxers that looked decidedly soiled. 

He stretched languidly, yawning so loudly, his movements radiating a confidence that bordered on arrogance.

"Morning, Rajeev," he greeted me, his voice casual, as if nothing out of the ordinary had transpired.

"Morning, sir," I replied, my voice even, though my mind was still reeling from the night before.

After greeting me, he moved over to Jaya, slapping her firmly on her big ass which caused it to shake. "Ouch!" she yelped, but there was no real surprise in her voice, more like a playful protest. 

He then kissed her deeply, their lips locked in a prolonged embrace. Jaya subtly attempted to pull away, her eyes darting towards me, signaling distress. But there was no genuine struggle, no real tension.


After breaking the kiss, Jaya looked at me. I pretended to be engrossed in her phone, playing video game, quickly averting my gaze, yet internally I was mesmerized by their display. 

I told myself, at least they were doing it openly in front of me, unlike Sir Suresh and my mother, who conducted their affairs in secret. 

But then a thought struck me: my mother was hiding her infidelity because I was her son. She didn't want me to know. It made a grim sort of sense. If she knew that I knew about her affairs, she would be sad.

She would be in distress if she thinks I know so I just decided to play fool when Sir Suresh and my mom fucked each other.

I heard Jaya whisper to Arjun, "Hey, can't you behave yourself? Rajeev is only ten meters away."

Arjun chuckled, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "Let him watch," he said. "It's a good lesson for him. It's good for him to learn how things really are."

He then came and sat opposite me. "Morning, Rajeev. Sleep well?" he asked.

"Yes, sir," I replied, trying to keep my voice steady despite the lingering images from the night before.

"Good. So," he continued, "what are your plans for the day?"

Friends, there is one thing I noticed, he smelt of sweat and shit, just like yesternight. That familiar, nauseating odor of that brown shit of Jaya from the night before clung to him. 

Yet, strangely, a part of me started to find the smell very nice and I don't know why. If that smell emanated from Jaya's asshole, that big, fat, round ass... I wouldn't mind the smell at all. 

In fact, the thought of that big, round backside, the way it must have felt around Arjun, sent a surprising shiver down my spine. The image ignited a strange, forbidden curiosity within me. 

I couldn't wait to tell Rahul about what I just witnessed his mom doing. I am very much aware that Rahul never ever in his entire life witness his mom sucking her own shit from another man's dick.

Even though he had watched all of his mom's secret fucking with Arjun, I pretty sure that I am the first one to see this new adventure his mom has chosen. I know Rahul will not believe me but I have all the evidences.

And what are the evidence? Yes, I took photos of Jaya sucking the shitty cock of Arjun. I took it in her phone and I saved the photos online and then deleted it.

I did this so that I can show it to Rahul just in case he choses not to believe me.

Arjun was, without a doubt, undeniably ugly. But he had lots of money. Friends, Arjun seemed like a man who was powerful in some way. I don't know because I haven't interacted with him yet but he seems so much powerful.

Jaya joined us on the table ready to eat breakfast. I could sense that she could smell the dirty, sweaty smell of Arjun mixed with her own shit. But the thing that surprised me was that she didn't even bother.

It was like she was beginning to attune to the smell of her own shit clinging on Arjun. Rahul's mother was clearly a bitch, just like how Arjun called her. A whorish bitch who loves the smell of her own shit. OOh that is so wonderful!!

She didn't seem bothered by it at all. Perhaps, I thought, she was getting used to it.

Over breakfast, the three of us ate in an unsettling silence, the lingering stinky smell of Arjun’s body barely registering with me. The disturbing thought of Arjun and Jaya consummating their relationship filled me with a twisted fascination. 

I found myself wishing, in a naughty way, that my mother was having the same kind of relationship with Arjun. Yes friends! I am saying the truth, at that time, I wished that Arjun was the one who was fucking my mom.

Although I don't know him that much, I just wanted my mom to fuck this man instead of Sir Suresh. 

I don't know why this feeling came to me all of a sudden. I just found myself hoping that one day Arjun would likewise fuck my mom and make her do the same things he did with Jaya.

I was really hoping it would happen, I wanted it to happen. But the image of my mother, stripped off her saree, forced into submission, twisted by that same raw, animalistic power of Arjun, made me feel hot.


After breakfast, Jaya spoke. "Arjun, can you at least drive Rajeev to the hospital to see his dad" 

Arjun, without hesitation, agreed. "Of course, my slut darling. Anything for you." He stood, his gaze lingering on Jaya for a moment before he went to bathe.

I was shocked to hear Arjun calling Jaya that kind of name. Friends, I do know that meaning but I was astonished how he called her in front of me. 

"What? did he just call her a slut in front of me?" I questioned myself. I saw Jaya looking at me to see if I recognized what was the meaning of slut. I pretended that I was not looking at her. 

Then a few minutes later, I decided to ask her what is the meaning of slut.

"What...what does 'slut' mean Aunty?" I asked her, my voice barely a whisper. 

Jaya hesitated, her gaze darting nervously around the room. "It's...it's just a word,...it's...a very rare word" she stammered, her voice tight with discomfort. 

"A word, but it doesn't really mean anything." She avoided my eyes, her cheeks flushed. "Really, don't worry about it."

"But...what does it mean? Is it your second name?" I persisted, my curiosity surging. The casual pervert of Arjun's words still echoed in my ears.

She dried her hands, she was uncomfortable. "It's... it's just something people say. Especially adult ones, it's not for young ones like you Rajeev. It's not important." Her voice was strained, her words clearly a fabrication.

"Can I... can I call you that name aunty?" I asked, the question forming in my mind before I could stop it. I wanted to see how she would react.

Jaya looked at me as if struck. "hahahah, Rajeev, you are very clever you know, but it's not meant for kids like you to know and use that word." she said while smiling. 

"Just don't call anyone that name, just...call me aunty, the word aunty is enough" 

The desperate plea in her voice finally broke through the carefully constructed facade, I knew she loved how Arjun was calling her a slut because yesterday night, she was happy when Arjun referred to her in that way.


Later on, Arjun and I stepped out of the house and headed towards his car. The vehicle gleamed under the morning sun – a Rolls Royce, sleek and imposing. This Arjun man was rich. No wonder Jaya fell for him. 

Friends, this man Arjun was a wealthy man. I noticed it the first time that night when I noticed his shoes. Although he is a pervert, he is one rich man.

And I think a part from Jaya loving his huge dick, she got in love with his wealth no wonder why Jaya wore so many expensive necklaces, ear rings and anklets.

Jaya, standing at the doorway, called my mother on her phone. They had a chat for a while then she said.

"Sunita," Jaya’s voice was clear and crisp, "Rajeev is coming to the hospital, and a friend of mine, Arjun, is dropping him off."

A pause. I could hear my mother's voice, laced with mild curiosity. "Arjun? Who is Arjun?"

Jaya’s response was smooth, carefully rehearsed. "Just a friend from work, Sunita. He’s very kind, offered to help." Then Jaya waved me and Arjun goodbye as me and Arjun entered his luxurious car.

The Rolls Royce purred smoothly as we drove. The interior was a symphony of luxury - supple leather, polished wood, a subtle, almost intoxicating fragrance hung in the air. 



Arjun engaged me in conversation, at first his questions seemingly normal, but I sensed a veiled purpose beneath his politeness. Then later he started asking me questions about what I saw yesternight.

"Rajeev," he began, his tone deceptively mild, "so you remember what you saw me and Jaya doing last night?, did you notice things we did?"

My heart pounded. "I… I wasn’t really paying attention, sir," I stammered, my voice barely a whisper. I didn't want to reveal to him that I saw everything in clear broad night.

He chuckled, a low, rumbling sound. "Oh, really? You didn't notice the… chocolate thing that was on my....you know?" 

His words were deliberately vague, yet the underlying implication made my stomach clench. I was sure he was asking about Jaya's shit that covered his dick.

"I… I didn't see anything clearly, sir," I repeated, desperately trying to maintain my composure.

Arjun leaned back, his eyes gleaming with amusement as he continued driving. "That chocolate thing from Jaya," he said, his voice soft yet intense, "it feels rather good on a man’s dick, you know. It is so good"

This means that he loved the feel of Jaya's shit on his dick. Was it because Jaya's shit was warm? Because I heard that if a warm thing covers a male dick, the man feels good.

I felt a flush rising to my cheeks. "Why…why is that, sir?"

"Well," he explained, "it's… sticky. Warm. It's a rather intense sensation." He paused, letting his words hang in the air. "Did you… sense the good smell of that chocolate?"

My nervousness was palpable. I couldn't believe we were having that discussion. Why is he saying that it smelled good? "Y-yes, sir," I stammered.

"And how did it smell?" His gaze was intense, probing.

"Sweet… and… earthy, sir," I managed, my voice barely above a breath. The truth, the actual stinky shit of Jaya, was too nice to to smell.

He laughed, a rich, throaty sound. "I love the smell of that chocolate from Jaya," he admitted, his words completely unfiltered, utterly shocking. "All the time, Jaya emits that chocolate from her back hole." He paused, watching my reaction. "Do you know what a back hole is, Rajeev?"

I swallowed hard, my throat suddenly dry. "I… I don’t think so, sir. What is it?"

He smiled, a knowing glint in his eyes. "You will, one day. You’re a clever boy, Rajeev. You should know everything." He leaned closer. "It’s good you witnessed it last night. It’s a nice thing. One day you will feel that chocolate too, and you will get excited"

His words hung in the air, a disturbing mix of casualness and something else… something almost predatory. "Have you ever… been intimate with a girl?" he asked, his voice dropping to a lower register.

My heart skipped a beat. "I… I don’t understand, sir," I mumbled, hoping he wouldn't ask further.

"Intimate," he elaborated, "you know… touching. Kissing. More. You know those acts which makes a woman scream and moan" He paused, giving me a chance to respond truthfully.

"No, sir," I finally admitted, my voice a low murmur. "I’ve never had an intimate relationship with a girl. I am always in schoool"

"I fyou have never done that to a a girl, then you are wasting your time, my boy," Arjun said, his tone shifting to something like genuine concern.

"Why, sir?" I asked, my curiosity piqued.

"Because," he explained patiently, "life is too short to miss out on experiences. Especially pleasurable ones. This are the kind of things you should start doing by now Rajeev. The way I did with Jaya, you should copy me"

I thought about it and I think he was telling me the truth. I also wanted to fuck, to fuck all the holes of a woman. I wanted to do all the things Arjun has done to Jaya. Arjun is beginning to be my role model.

"Actually, you know I have a daughter, I think you might like her", he continued.

 He pulled out his phone and showed me pictures of his daughter.

"Her name is Priya." The picture showed a young woman with long, dark hair cascading down her shoulders, her eyes sparkling with glamour. Her smile was captivating, bright and radiant. 




                                 THIS ARE THE PICTURES OF PRIYA (ARJUN'S DAUGHTER)





















Her skin was flawless, her features delicate yet strong, suggesting a confident and alluring personality. Her figure was curvy, but her curves hinted at a girly sensuality that belied her youth. Her attire was trendy, but tasteful, suggesting a sophisticated style.

"I'll introduce you to her one day, she is lovely and creative kind of a girl" he said, his eyes twinkling.

"Oh, I would really love to befriend her" I replied, my voice barely a whisper, trying to maintain composure. I actually wanted this girl, I wanted to fuck her right away. She looked glamorous.

I stared at Priya's picture, captivated by her beauty. She was stunning, absolutely captivating. The picture alone was enough to send a jolt of excitement through me. My dick almost became hard just by her sight.

Friends, as I looked at Priya, I started fantasizing about her already. I mean don't blame me, she was just hotter than Sahara Desert's scorching sun.

Arjun noticed my long gaze at Priya's photos. "You like her already, huh? I can see you are really staring at her, but don't worry, you will have her all on your own. I want her to be with you" he chuckled, a hint of amusement in his voice.

"She… she looks good, sir, I will not lie" I stammered, my face flushing. I almost said she looks fucking sexy but I didn't want Arjun sir to know that I know this kind of words.

"Don’t worry," Arjun said, a knowing smile playing on his lips. "You’ll get to know her. And you’ll get to practice what I practiced with Jaya. I know she will easily like you. I know you will be a getting on well with her."

"What? Really?", I questioned. "Well, you know, I'm pretty sure she will like it if you do it better to her", Arjun replied.

"But how do you know she will like me sir?", I pressed. "Let me tell you something Rajeev, the secret to make any woman fall in love with you is to give them what they need, not what they want."

I didn't understand what he meant but he continued to explain as he drove. "What they need is exactly what I did with Jaya and what they want is money, therefore, you need to create an imbalanced situation where what they need should be your priority", he said.

A thrill, both exciting and terrifying, shot through me. My pulse quickened. If I make Priya do all the things Arjun sir did with Jaya, then she would lust for me.

He paused, watching me intently. "Want to try it with my daughter, Rajeev?"

I couldn’t speak, a smile slowly spreading across my face. "Ummm...wel...uuhh", I couldn't speak. The thought of fucking this hot Priya in all her holes just caught me and dragged me in the deepest lust in my brain.

"Why are you silent Rajeev?", he questioned as he noticed me in deep thoughts. "I...I am not...su..." I again couldn't let out the words.

"Think about it," Arjun said, a hint of mischief in his eyes. "Family matters are important, Rajeev. It's good to spend time with family. 

"You will thank me later, my daughter Priya is such a hottie, you will  like her and she will like you back. My daughter Priya will make you feel happy than ever" 

After 15 minutes of drive, he transitioned smoothly into asking about my family, about my mother's name, my siblings, my relatives – seemingly normal questions at first. 

But I noticed a pattern emerging; his questions were shifting, becoming more focused on my mother. 

It was interesting, the way his seemingly casual conversation was circling around my mother, as if he was planning something, something naughty.

"So, your mother, Sunita… a housewife, you say?"

"Yes, sir," I replied, my voice slightly trembling under his scrutiny. He was observant, listening with care.

"And what does she do with her days, hmm? Does she… enjoy gardening? Reading perhaps? Does she have any… hobbies?" He paused, letting the question hang heavy in the air. 

His interest seemed… too intense, bordering on to me, somehow radiant.

I felt a prickle of unease. "She… she mostly takes care of the house, sir. Cooks, cleans… you know,, normal chores of a housewife" My response felt inadequate, too simple to satisfy his probing questions.

He hummed thoughtfully. "And your father? What does he do?"

"He… he's a businessman, sir. He works very hard and he is busy, he just got sick the other day and he was admitted" I stammered, choosing my words carefully. 

Arjun nodded slowly. "Interesting. Tell me, does she… does she ever go out? Does she have any… friends?" His words were carefully chosen.

"She has a few friends from her book club, sir," I replied, trying to sound casual, but my heart pounded in my chest. 

His questions felt invasive, almost predatory. The memory of Jaya, a woman whose life had been irrevocably altered by Arjun's manipulations, flooded my mind. 

"I'd very much like to meet her, what do you say Rajeev, do you think you can help me know her better, I am really interested in your mom" Arjun said finally, his voice smooth yet possessing an undeniable authority.

The thought of Arjun, this pervert man who treated Jaya like a slut, knowing my mom and getting to associate with her, made me feel hot. I replied, "Yes yes, why not sir. I will surely help you to know her"

"Tell me more about your mother. What kind of sarees does she wear?"

"She usually wears cotton sarees, sir. Simple ones. Not tight-fitting ones. She likely loves red sarees"

"And when she does wear something different... something perhaps... more form-fitting more sexy... how does she look? Describe her figure."

This man was really going to lust for my mom. The questions he was asking made me certain that he was focusing more on my mom.

"She’s… curvy, sir. She has a nice figure, but she prefers comfortable clothes. She's not one for tight-fitting anything, really. It's not her style."

"I see. And her build? Is she tall? Short? What's her overall physique like?"

"She's of average height, sir. A little on the balanced side, maybe. But... well-proportioned. Not particularly thin, not overweight. Just… curvy, as I said."

"Curvy. I understand. And how often does she go out? Does she have many social engagements? Does she frequent any particular places? A party, perhaps?"

"She… she has a book club, she doesn't got to parties, she is conserved sir. She goes once a week. Sometimes more, if there's a special event."

"Ooh you know the  most conservative housewives are the best to know" He said and I didn't understand why he is saying this.

"And besides the book club? Does she go shopping? To the market? For walks in the park? Any other regular outings?"

"Not really, sir. Mostly she stays home. We usually do go to parks when dad is around. She takes care of the house, cooks, that sort of thing."

"I see. And does she ever spend time with anyone?"

"Not often, sir. Usually only to the markets. This is because my dad works abroad"

When I said that my dad works abroad, I don't know why but he got a little excited. I could see a baby smile on his face. The way I gave him a sense that my mom was primarily a lonely  housewife.

"And does she ever… meet people when she goes to the market, perhaps?"

"I don't think so, sir. She mostly keeps to herself."

He remained silent for 5 minutes as he continued driving. I looked at him at the corner of my eyes and he seemed as if he was in deep thought. That kind of thought somebody has when they are planning to do something, like scheming.


The image of Jaya – her broken spirit broken by Arjun, her desperate silence to pleasure Arjun – fueled a wild, irrational hope that somehow, one day this Arjun man will deflower my mom fully, even more than Jaya herself. 


The ride to the hospital felt like an eternity. The excitement that had initially surged within me now felt laced with a growing dread. What if Arjun intended to do to my mother what he had done to Jaya? The thought sent a chill down my spine.

And why did I just accepted to help him know my mom? Woow horniness really got the better of me.

"Why are you so excited?" Arjun asked, breaking the silence. His tone was almost playful, yet the question carried a sharp edge.

My throat tightened. I had to think fast. "I… I’m just happy to finally have a chance to introduce you to my mother, sir," I stammered, desperately seeking a plausible explanation. 

The lie felt slick and uncomfortable on my tongue, but I couldn't admit the truth – the dark, disturbing truth that shadowed my anticipation.

Thirty minutes later, the Rolls-Royce pulled up to the hospital entrance. "This is it, sir," I said, pointing to the hospital building. My voice was shaky, the tension building with every passing moment. "My father is admitted here."

Arjun simply nodded. As we exited the car, I saw them – my mother and Sir Suresh standing just outside the hospital doors, their figures silhouetted against the pale morning light. 

I noticed Sir Suresh's hand over my mom's shoulder. My mom was also holding him. I asked myself why are they holding each other like this outside the hospital, what if someone sees them and reports to dad?. 

Both of them were dressed differently from the previous day. 

My mother wore a vibrant pink saree with a blue blouse, she was looking glamorous, completely unlike her usual simple cotton clothes.



Sir Suresh, too, was sharply dressed in a suit, a stark contrast to the casual attire he'd worn yesterday whey I left them at the hospital. 

Where had they changed? When? Did they go back home? And if they did, did they fuck each other? Because I don't remember them carrying changing clothes in bags or anything like that.

Oh yes, I am very sure this two lovebirds fucked each other yesternight. Because remember when I called mom using Jaya's phone last night and she seemed nervous to explain to me where she clearly was? Yes. I am very sure they fucked. 


But I didn't want to assume things. I just said I will find out later.

As we approached them, Arjun reached out and took my hand, his touch surprisingly gentle. He held me like his son. 

I stared at Sir Suresh as we neared them, his facial expression as he looked at Arjun seemed to me as if he had an idea of who this person was. 

He knew Arjun. He knew him well. It wasn't merely an acquaintance. 

"Arjun! My word, what a surprise to see you here in Pune!" Sir Suresh's voice boomed, cutting through the quiet tension. He extended a hand, a wide, genuine smile on his face. "How on earth did you end up here?"

Arjun returned the handshake with a firm grip, his smile equally warm, yet somehow possessing an underlying intensity. 

"A rather unexpected turn of events, Suresh. I was in Mumbai on business, and… well, let's just say a certain individual needed my assistance rather urgently. Hence, the sudden trip to Pune." 

He paused, his gaze drifting towards my mother and me, a subtle shift in his demeanor. Friends, the way this Arjun gazed at my mom was in an erotic way. Initially, he started gazing at my mom from her beautiful face.

Then his eyes slowly went down and landed on her soft boobs which were covered in that blue blouse.

My mother rushed forward, her eyes wide with a mixture of surprise and concern. "Rahul, my dear! How are you? I hope the rain yesterday didn't rain on you beta" 

"No mom, I am perfectly fine, I spent the night at Jaya, I wanted to come but she told me the rain will batter me", 

She enveloped me in a hug, her embrace warm and comforting. As she bent, Arjun further casted his eyes on my mom's navel which was layered with slight fat. "Yes Jaya did the right thing", mom replied.

"I can see you made a friend, Rajeev, can you introduce us to him?" my mom asked me, glancing at Arjun. This time Sir Suresh was just smiling looking at me.

"Yes Mom," I began, drawing a breath to introduce them formally, "this is Arjun… a friend of Jaya, my friend's mother. You remember Jaya? the mother of my friend Rahul?" "Yes yes, I remember her", mom replied. 

I chose my words carefully, aware of the subtle undercurrent of tension that thrummed beneath the surface of the cordial greetings.

Sir Suresh stepped in smoothly. "Sunita, my dear, this is Arjun. He’s been a long-time friend to me also" He made the introduction sound natural and easy.

I secretly caught Arjun’s gaze lingering on my mother's breasts, his eyes slowly tracing the curve of her figure from her hair down to her feet. He was really eating my mom with his eyes. He looked hungry.

Friends, by now I was very much certain that Arjun has fallen for my mom even in just a duration of 5 minutes of introduction. 

Friends, my mom is a type of a hottie you would just admire and adore in the first sight. She has this charm that is so magnetic to any man no wonder people were jealou of my dad. Even others wanted my dad to disappear so that they can have my mom.

They saw my dad managed to marry literally a queen who is bestowed with a deadly figure that can make any man go crazy.


Arjun clearly found her attractive, and this unnerving assessment was already setting my teeth on edge. 

I had this dreadful feeling that he was falling for her already. I just imagined if this man had my mom right now, then he would really bang her.

"Arjun," my mother responded, her voice a little stiff. “It's a pleasure to meet you."

Arjun's smile turned even more naughty, almost dazzling. "The pleasure is entirely mine, Sunita," he said, reaching out to make a handshake with my mom.

When he gripped her hands, his grip was surprisingly tight, almost possessive, sending a nervous flutter through her. 

My mother's initial nervousness was clear; her hand trembled slightly in his handshake. He continued shaking her hand, not moving his eyes away from her boobs.

"You are… incredibly beautiful, Sunita," Arjun complimented, his voice a smooth, low murmur that carried a hint of something sensual. 

"Your eyes… I've never seen such warmth and depth. And that saree… it complements your figure perfectly. It's... stunning. You're beautiful in so many ways; you have a very captivating presence." 

"OOhh, I...I didn't expect that", my mom said, clearly in mixed of thoughts. She looked at Sir Suresh smiling. I knew she does this every time she is shy.

Friends, I was mixed in confusion. Arjun had the audacity to compliment my mom in front of Sir Suresh. Friends, Sir Suresh, surprisingly just looked down as Arjun complimented my mom.

I didn't understand immediately why he was all of a sudden silent because in another day, he would have prevented Arjun from flirting with his woman in front of him. I just asked myself why is he so silent? 

Is Arjun controlling him, and since they know each other, does Sir Suresh know that Arjun is powerful or not What is happening? 

Does he know something about Arjun that me and mom don't know? Why is Sir Suresh acting so low in front of Arjun and allowing him to flirt with my mom? Does he respect him that much? Something is clearly not right here.

Arjun's flirty words for my mom were laced with a subtle compliments, his gaze lingering on her, making her blush. Friends, the thing about my mom is that even if she was married to my dad, she usually felt prone to compliments.

Even though she didn't like compliments by other men, she just pretended that she likes the compliments. But later she would get angry at herself for smiling while other men are flirting with her.

He kept shaking her hand, his touch lingering a fraction longer than necessary. His words were nothing less than a seductive journey of flirtation.


Arjun: (leaning in slightly) You know, Mrs. Sunita, strength and beauty often walk hand in hand. And I can see that

Mom: (blushing, fidgeting slightly) Oh, that’s too sweet, truly! Thanks Sir. 

His gaze lingered, slowly drifting from her eyes to her lips, to the graceful curve of her neck, all while his thumb casually traced a circle on her palm. 

She struggled to maintain her composure, but a slight blush crept onto her cheeks, a nervous tremor in her voice barely audible as she replied.

"Thank you," she murmured, her voice betraying her discomfort. After the long handshake, she gently but firmly withdrew her hand, a slight tremor betraying her nervousness.

I was sure that if she didn't withdrew her hand from Arjun's grip, then Arjun would have continued holding her hand and pressing it hard. Woow! This man was such a pervert.

But guess what friends, I really liked how he is using his pervasion to flirt with my mom. In fact, this was so good as I watched it.

Sir Suresh, noticing a small tension, subtly tries to lighten the mood.

Sir Suresh: So, Arjun, any plans for the weekend? 

Arjun: (looking at my mom's hips and licking his lips) Actually, I might explore more of Pune. I’ve been wanting to visit some local art galleries. 

Friends, let me tell you something, while Arjun was clearly fascinated by my mom and flirting with her, my mom knew what was happening but she was doing her best to try to avoid it. As she usually does.

But I asked myself why is my mom avoiding this Arjun man? Is it because he was ugly? And why is she avoiding him when she already slept with Sir Suresh? 

Does it mean that she just loves my dad and maybe she didn't even want to sleep with Sir Suresh for the first time?

Mom: (now more curious) You enjoy art? 

Arjun: (now fully engaged) Absolutely! There’s something about how art can evoke emotions that genuinely fascinates me. You, Sunita, you are an example of art standing in front of me.

Mom: OOhh! Well... thh..thanks (my mom replied, she was struggling to maintain her composure because she was being complimented so much and somehow women do like it)

Sir Suresh: "Yes she is such a darling"

Arjun - So tell me about your paintings

Mom: (finding common ground) I dabble in painting myself… mostly landscapes and floral arrangements. 

Arjun: (eyes lighting up) Really? I’d love to see some of your work some day There’s a beauty in the way you express yourself creatively. Maybe you can even teach me how to paint (he winked at my mom)


Friends, for some reason, my mom didn't like how he winked at her. She just glanced at Sir Suresh. She looked disgusted by Arjun's wink.

Mom: (genuinely flattered) Thank you! I find painting very thebangutic. 

Arjun: (leaning in) You should definitely showcase it to me. I’m sure many I appreciate your talent. I am sure you have other talents to?

Friends, I knew Arjun was not asking about my mom's painting talent. He was surely asking about another thing, a fucking session with her? Or am I guessing?

Mom: (embarrassing blush) Oh, I don't have that many talents you know.


Arjun, unfazed, merely licked his lips, making sure to catch her eye. It was a blatant display of interest, Sir Suresh was just standing there, just watching this man flirt with my mom.

Friends, it was clear that my mom didn't want to talk a lot with Arjun but since Arjun was asking her questions, she was just forced to answer.

"Suresh, why didn't you tell me about this… exquisite woman?" He asked Sir Suresh, directing his gaze towards my mother, his voice laced with obvious interest and admiration. 

"You've kept her a secret for a long time. Such beauty deserves to be known to the world. Especially to me, hehehehe" 

His eyes seemed to be drinking her in, appraising, absorbing, possessing. My mom all this time was avoiding eye contact with Arjun. 

She just wore a simple smile. My mother's discomfort was evident. 

"She doesn't really talk to many people, in fact I have just known her for the last month", Sir Suresh said.

"Ooh I can see, but at least finally I met her", Arjun said as Sir Suresh looked at my mom smiling.

"Arjun, I... I really must be going, it was nice meeting you. " she stammered, attempting a polite retreat. "Rajeev", she looked at me, "Thank you for introducing me to Sir Arjun"

"Yes mom", I replied as I looked at Arjun. When I glanced at Arjun, he gave me a wink. A type of a wink that translated to "Good job, Rajeev, I have now known your mother, thank you for introducing me to her."

The intensity of his gaze shifted on my mom, made her deeply uneasy, the desire to escape almost overwhelming. "I have to check on my husband, let's go Rajeev", she held my hand.

Arjun: (calling out, slightly out of breath) Excuse me, Mrs. Sunita! Why the rush?

Mom: (pausing for a moment, breathless) Oh, Arjun! I need to check on my husband. He’s been in illness, he was admittted, and I’m anxious to hear how everything went.

Arjun: (his expression turning serious) Oh no, I’m so sorry! I completely forgot. I hope he's alright.

Mom: (offering a reassuring smile) Yes, he is farely well Sir, Thank you, Arjun. We're all hoping for the best.

Arjun: (nodding, genuinely concerned) Let me know if there’s anything I can do to help.

Mom: (gratefully) I appreciate it. Cmon' Rajeev let's go

Arjun: (clearing his throat) Well, maybe we could all explore the galleries together sometime?

Mom: (quickly nodding) I can' say for now Sir, but.....

Sir Suresh: (clearly feeling jealous that Arjun is asking my mom for a meeting) Oh she is really busy sometimes you know, Arjun.

Arjun: Guess that could be fun to, she can be busy with me.


Sir Suresh: (clearly not pleased with Arjun flirting with my mom) Alright, we should head back in Arjun. I want to ensure everything is alright with Rajeev's dad. 


Arjun: NO wait wait Suresh remain with me for a second.

Mom: (while we walked away) Cmon Rajeev, say bye to Uncle Arjun

Me: Bye Uncle!

Arjun: Bye clever kid (He winked at me)

Me: (I winked at him back)


The wink between me and Arjun felt like we were in a deal with him. The deal of making my mom know him more. And possibly meeting with my mom. But I asked myself why did Arjun tell Sir Suresh to remain with him for a second?

[Desmond Miles]

Awesome turn of events, bro!..

[Deep@@k]

The story is fascinating. Waiting to read more.

[Deep@@k]

I know Arjun sir is really obsessed by your mom 

[RajV]

This is captivating a outstanding story, one of the best.
Look forward to many more episodes.

[nadia]

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






Mom: (breaking the silence) So, how did you really meet Arjun? 

Me: (casually) I met him yesterday at night at aunty Jaya's place, he is a friend of her.

Mom: (curiously) Really? What was he doing there? 

Me: (shrugging) He’s charismatic, he went to say hi to Jaya. Arjun seems a friendly man mom.

Mom: (nodding slowly) But what about his personality? 

Me: (chuckling lightly) He has a playful side, for sure, and he seems to be a busy man. It’s all in good fun. 

Mom: (eyeing me skeptically) You think he’s trustworthy though? 

Me: (defensively) Yeah! He’s interesting—life experience and all that. He is also rich

Mom: Well how do you know (mom seemed really interested to know about this man Arjun)

Me: You saw that Rolls Royce car he drove me by?

Mom: Yeah?

Me: It's his

Mom: OOhh woow, really? well...just keep a distance from him, okay? 

Me: (surprised) Why? He’s just being friendly with you mom, why do you get tensed.

Mom: (firmly) Yeah...but...I don't like to talk to these kind of people, I don't know him you know. 

Me: (confused) But why not? He didn’t do anything wrong!

Mom: (avoiding my gaze) I just... I have my reasons. I just don't like how he is. He is too friendly I guess.

Me: (pushing gently) But Mom, the way he talks to you is totally normal! I assure you, it’s harmless.

Mom: (uncertain) Well,, I don't know about it ,,,I am unsure. We just met but I don't know much about him.

Me: (becoming bolder) But you used to spend time with Sir Suresh. Why are you so tense about Arjun? 

Mom: (catching herself, visibly flustered) Oh, it’s different with Suresh he's  more like...like....practically a family. He even paid the hospital bills for your dad

Me: (frowning) Family? But how is that any different? Arjun can also do the same, didn't you see how he looked concerned when you mentioned about dad's health?

Mom: (nervously) I know but, with Sir Suresh it's just… more comfortable, that's all.

Me: (suspicious) Are you sure?

Mom: (defensive, trying to change the subject) Yes Rajeev

Me: (not letting her shift topics) Mom, if something’s bothering you, just tell me. I won’t judge you.

Mom: (visibly flustered, clearly avoiding the topic) Let’s not dwell on this. We’re here for your dad, remember? 

Me: (nodding slowly, but still troubled) Right… but I’m here for you too, you know? 

Mom: (forcing a smile) I appreciate that, but really, if Arjun asks you about me, don't answer him, alright? 

Me: (sighing) I will. But I still think you should give him a chance! He will love to see your paintings mom. He can also expose your paintings to the world since he is a rich man. He will promote you

Mom: (softening a bit) I hear you. But ....just....not at this moment...your dad is more important now?

Me: (smirking to lighten the mood) Yes mom



Then I just asked myself, "If dad was important to her, then why did she left dad alone in the hospital and went with Sir Suresh to our house and they fucked each other all the night? 

But friends, one thing I know is that Sir Suresh was the one who was controlling my mom. My mom never wanted to cheat my dad. But since she is so shy, she found herself in the arms of Sir Suresh.

And my mom for some reason, since she maybe likes how Sir Suresh fucking her, she just allowed it to happen because she is a shy mom as the name of this story suggests. 


As I walked into the hospital ward, the antiseptic smell mixed with a faint hint of lavender from the air freshener created a peculiar atmosphere. 

The stark white walls felt cold, yet there was a warm glow from the small lamp on the bedside table illuminating my dad’s familiar face. He lay there, propped up on pillows, a blanket covering him. 

Me: (approaching his bedside) Hey, Dad. How are you feeling?

My dad looked up and managed a tired smile, his eyes crinkling at the corners.

Dad: Oh, hello little kiddo, just a little stomach ache. Nothing serious. They’ll be sending me home tomorrow. And how are you doing?

Me: Fine dad. Nice to see you recovering quickly.

Relief washed over me, and I settled into the chair next to him, letting out a soft sigh. 

I knew very well that the "sleeping pill" Sir Suresh gave my mom to spill into my dad's drink that night, was not entirely a sleeping pill. It was something sinister.

And my mom, who is now standing in front of my dad is the one who is the culprit. My dad didn't know that the wife he trusted will one day make him ill and fuck another man.

And there was my mom smiling at my dad pretending. She really knows how to pretend and I loved it.

Me: That’s good to hear that they are releasing you tomorrow! Did they find out what caused it? 

Dad: (shaking his head) Just some indigestion, they said but they are not sure. Probably overdid it at dinner last week. But they were confused as to why I got sick all of a sudden.

I chuckled lightly, picturing him devouring his favorite dishes without a care in the world. 

Me: Classic Dad. You always say you can’t resist a good meal. (Mom laughs remembering how dad loves to eat)

My dad smirked, his expression softening. 

Dad: Well, you know me too well. But I’ll be more careful moving forward. But I do like other meals to (he said while looking at my mom)

He said that while he looked at my mom and winked at her. In that moment, I realized how comforting it was to have him back to his usual self, joking and teasing my mom with his casual winks, even in a hospital bed. 


Me: (looking from Dad to Mom) Mom, Dad is getting out tomorrow! Yeeeeiiiii

Mom: (smiling) Yes, That’s wonderful news! I’m glad to hear you’re feeling better, honey. (to dad)

She moved to his bedside, leaning down to kiss him gently on the forehead. 

It was a sweet gesture, one that warmed my heart despite me knowing her secretive affair with Sir Suresh and the newest person who is interested in her, Arjun Kapoor.

Seeing her kiss Dad like that brought back a sense of normalcy. I had missed the little displays of affection that made our family feel whole. 

Even with the complications between my parents and the adultery of my mom, this moment felt nostalgic, almost like a piece of home I had forgotten existed. 

As she pulled back, Dad reached up to grasp her hand.

Dad: (brightly) You are so sweet my love. Thank you for taking care of me. Hey, can you believe they keep insisting I stay one more night? (looking at mom and then me)

Mom: (laughing softly) Don't worry, they won't and I’ll whip up something nice for you when you’re home. (she winked at dad)

The warmth in the room was palpable, yet I felt a sting of confusion in my heart. I knew what she meant, she meant that she will have sex with my dad after a very long time when he gets out of hospital.

Mom’s willingness to support Dad juxtaposed with her evening secret life with Sir Suresh made me question how genuine these displays of affection were. Was she just pretending to love dad?

The thought of Sir Suresh and my mom spending time together while leaving Dad to fend for himself in the hospital made me feel horny.

I longed to ask Dad if Mom had spent the night here with him—the very question weighing heavily on my mind. 

But doing so would mean confronting the obvious deception. 

I knew she hadn’t stayed, leaving him to navigate his discomfort alone while she found solace in Suresh’s sexual company back home. 

Even with that knowledge, I felt a disquiet gnawing at me. 

It wasn’t solely about Mom’s affair; it was about the fragile veneer of our family stability. These moments of care clashed violently against the reality of our circumstances.

Me: (hesitantly) So, Mom… when do you think you’ll come pick him up tomorrow?

Mom: (smiling) I’ll be here bright and early. No way I’m letting you bring him home.

Dad: (laughing) Let’s hope I’ll be fit enough to fend for myself by then!

As they exchanged jovial jokes, I observed them—two people who had forged a strong partnership strong by love, over the years despite my mom's betrayal

Part of me was grateful to see my mom displaying affection for Dad, but another part was restless, yearning to see how she will react when Arjun starts to ask for her interaction. 

The afternoon stretched out, the sun casting long shadows across the ward as we settled into an easy rhythm of conversation. 

It was incredibly comforting to hear stories from Dad’s past, laughter bubbling over the mundane comments of hospital staff as they checked in on him.

The three of us enjoyed. Sir Suresh didn't return since me and mom left him conversing with Arjun. 

I don't know why. But I saw my mom secretly looking at her phone every single time. I think maybe Sir Suresh told her that he wouldn't be able to make it.

Eventually, as evening approached, my mom and I prepared to leave to go home. I stood for a moment at the foot of my dad's bed, grasping his hand.

Me: (squeezing gently) I’ll make sure to call you before bed, okay? 

Dad: (nodding) You better! And if I hear you're not studying enough because of all this, I might just have to call you out on it! 

His teasing made me smile, a bittersweet reminder that our family was still intact, even if it felt precarious at times. 

As we walked away from the ward, my mom took my arm, and we headed toward the exit. 

She constantly kept looking at her phone in such a manner that told me she is reading some messages, probably from Sir Suresh.

Outside, the evening air wrapped around us like a familiar blanket. 

Me: (breaking the silence) Do you think Dad will be okay at home? 

Mom: (thoughtfully) Yes, of course. He just needs time to heal.

I couldn’t help but wonder what other secrets and unspoken truths would lurk around our family dinners once he returned. 

We then took a bus and headed straight home.

The night wrapped around us, heavy with unspoken words, and as I settled back against the seat, I felt a quiet resolve forming within me. 

I hoped that understanding could perhaps bridge the gap between the weight of my knowledge and the façade of our lives that had begun to crumble. 

That night, after I finished bathing, I felt the comforting warmth of home envelop me. 

My mom was in the kitchen cooking. I stood up, and went to switch on the tv.

Mom: (wiping her hands on a dish towel) Can you do me a favor, sweetheart? I left my coat on the chair; could you take it to my bedroom for me?

I nodded, a simple task that felt routine. Picking up her coat, I admired the soft fabric and familiar scent that wafted from it. With one last glance at Mom, I headed down the hallway toward her bedroom. 

As I entered, her bedroom was dimly lit, a couple of soft lamps casting a gentle glow across the room. My mom's bedroom had a fragrance similar to that fragrance of Sir Suresh. 

There is a perfume which Sir Suresh normally likes and this room had that fragrance dispensed in the air.


The bed was neatly made, but as I ventured closer, something caught my eye. There, partially hidden beneath a pillow, was a pair of boxers—Sir Suresh's boxers and next to it were my mom's black panties. 

My heart raced, a sinking feeling settling in my stomach. 

Did Sir Suresh fuck my mom yesterday and she was lying to me that she was with dad. Ohh this was so hot! I couldn't believe my mom and Suresh fucked each other all on their own in this our house.

They had the whole house only for themselves while dad was alone in hospital.


I carefully placed her coat on the bed, my mind swirling with questions I couldn’t afford to ignore. 

After a moment of hesitation, I turned and walked back toward the kitchen, each step heavier than the last. 

Mom was still at the kitchen. I took a steadying breath before speaking.

Me: (trying to sound casual) Mom, can I ask you something?

She turned slightly, her attention shifting from the dishes to me. 

Mom: (smiling, though there was a hint of nervousness in her eyes) Of course! What’s on your mind Rajeev?

I hesitated, words feeling stuck in my throat. How could I frame this? I decided to plunge ahead.

Me: (taking a deep breath) I… I noticed Sir Suresh's boxers in your room.

Her reaction was immediate—stiffening for a moment, her scrubbed hands pausing mid-motion. 

Mom: (smiling too quickly) Oh, those? They must have been left over from when I was doing laundry! I’ve been helping him out with some things, you know? But don't worry I will take it to him.

I knew she was lying obviously almost palpable in the air between us. I looked at her, trying to read her expression, but she was evasive, her gaze darting away quickly. She was nervous.

Mom: (nervously) You know how helpful he can be! Sometimes he leaves things behind when we’re working on projects together. I don’t know how they ended up on my bed. Maybe I was putting things away?

Her answer didn't sit right with me. I could see the way she avoided my gaze, a slight flush creeping onto her cheeks. 

Me: (Me pretending to understand her) Yes mom maybe you muddle them up. But how did he misplace it or was he in a hurry? (me trying to tease her)

Mom: (rubbing her neck, visibly flustered) Yeah probably. Just a...you know...he was in a hurry. You know how chaotic things can get around here sometimes. 

I swallowed hard, the weight of unspoken truths pressing down on me. 

Me: (trying to remain calm) It’s just… I don't know how he would forget his boxer (me trying to tease  her more to see how good she is at lying)

She sighed, wiping her hands on the towel now, the tension in her shoulders unmistakable.  

Me: (tentatively) So, he didn’t spend the night? 








Mom: (hesitating) No, of course not! He… he just came by to pick up some things. Yesternight, I was with your dad so definitely no one was at home. 

The words hung in the air, heavy and transparent, as I stared back at her. 

I wanted to believe her, to offer comfort and understanding, but the truth felt like it was lurking behind every corner of our conversation, waiting to tear through the facade we tried to maintain. 

Before I could respond, she glanced at the clock above the sink, her expression shifting once more.

Mom: (changing the subject) What do you want to do for supper tonight? 

The abrupt change hit me like a wave crashing against the shore, pulling me from the depths of my thoughts. 

I could sense she was desperate to steer the conversation away from the topic at hand. Friends, my mom loves changing subjects when she feels nervous and she is very good at it.


I sighed, knowing better than to press further right now, but the flicker of unease lingered in my chest. 

Me: (sighing) I don’t know, maybe something simple? 

Mom: (brightening) How about I make that pasta you love, with the garlic bread? 

The warmth in her tone felt forced, a veneer of normality layered over the tension. I didn’t want to fight her on it, so I nodded.

Me: That sounds good.

As she resumed cooking, I found myself grappling with the reality I couldn’t ignore. 

I couldn’t help but wonder how long she could maintain this delicate balancing act of love, secrecy, and fragile connections. Would the truth ever come to light to my dad?

Because honestly, Sir Suresh kept banging my mom and he is really enjoying her a lot while my dad is just sick in hospital although recuperating well.



As we settled down at the dining table, the aroma of the garlic pasta filled the air, and for a moment, I allowed myself to feel a flicker of normality. 

My mom served up the pasta with a flourish, her enthusiasm masking the tension that still lingered in the back of my mind. I saw her boobs and she was just a queen.

I couldn't believe how Sir Suresh enjoyed my mom's boobs.

Yet, I quickly noticed her behavior shifting as she took a seat across from me. As soon as she sat down, her phone buzzed on the table. She glanced at it, her fingers involuntarily reaching for it. 

Me: (eyeing her phone) Mom, can we at least eat first? Then you can check your messages later.

She looked up at me, an odd mixture of guilt and urgency flickering across her face.

Mom: (a bit too rushed) Don’t worry! I just need to reply to someone really fast. 

Me: (frowning) Who is it? 

Her fingers tapped away on the screen, and she momentarily set the phone down, returning to the meal before her.

Mom: (forcing a smile) It’s just… a friend..a female friend. 

I watched her closely, sensing the discomfort creeping onto her features. 

Me: (persistent) A friend? Is it something urgent

Mom: (nervously) Not really! It’s nothing serious… just someone I need to coordinate with quickly. 

With that, and after sometime, she picked up her phone again, and I felt a twinge of questions bubbling up inside me. 

Me: (pleading slightly) But just finish eating first, please? 

Mom: (still tapping away) I promise, it’ll just take a second…

I fell silent, my stomach knotting as I observed her expression faltering between excitement and anxiety, each incoming notification drawing her attention like a moth to a flame. 

I know she was texting Sir Suresh but her facial expression was not of a happy person.

Me: (trying to break through) Mom, is something wrong? You seem a bit… off. 

She looked up abruptly, catching my gaze, her eyes wide.

Mom: (trying to brush it off) No, nothing's wrong! I’m just have to reply to this messages, that’s all. 

I pursed my lips, not entirely convinced. 

I knew how much she adored the validation that came from Sir Suresh’s messages, but it felt wrong to witness it escalate, especially at dinner. 

My mom was really obsessed with this person, Sir Suresh, it seems that she really misses his big dick in her holes.

We fell into a strange silence, the clinking of forks against plates sounding far too loud amidst the loaded atmosphere.

Eventually, we finished our meal, though my appetite had waned, overshadowed by the tension that seemed to wrap around us both. I wanted to know what Sir Suresh told her.

Mom stood and began gathering the dishes, her phone still glued to her hand. I sighed deeply, brushing the worry aside for the moment.

Mom: (not looking up) I’ll take care of these; you can relax a bit. 

As she moved to the kitchen. While she was distracted, I borrowed her phone to pretend I was playing games. 

I opened up her screen with ease, but as I did, my heart sank. The notifications were from Sir Suresh’s.

The current conversation was visually jarring, and I felt a rush of adrenaline course through me as I clicked on it.

This was the conversation I read.

Sir Suresh: (the first message) Darling, just understand that I can’t see you again. I want to continue with our secret affair but I just can't 

Mom: Why? What’s going on? Why are you acting like this all of a sudden?

Sir Suresh: (replying) Just know that we can't see each other anymore. I’m really sorry. It's just that...I just can't

I stared at the screen, my heart racing as I absorbed the implications.

Mom: But… why? 

Sir Suresh: (coldly) It’s for the best. I can’t explain right now. 

She’d poured her heart into each interaction with him, and to see him pull away like this—had he fully realized what he was putting her through? 

Mom: Please, just tell me what’s going on! You can't just tell me that you are leaving all of a sudden

Sir Suresh: (concisely) I’m sorry. Just, I can't darling, I am leaving Pune tomorrow, just enjoy and tell Rajeev he is a clever boy.

I got confused what was going on in their messages. I didn't understand why Sir Suresh is leaving mom out of the blue.

Mom: Well ok then, see you! (My mom didn't even care because she was angry Sir Suresh wasn't telling her why he is leaving her)

The last message from Sir Suresh held no clarity, no calm reassurance—just emptiness. 

I knew it would leave her with countless questions and heartbreak, a revelation that felt unbearable to witness through the surface of a phone screen.

I quickly shut her phone, my mind racing as I put it back down on the table just as she returned from the kitchen. The tension hung heavily in the air, a storm brewing that neither of us spoke about. 

[fargas111]

I suggest you have your dad losing more and more in front of Suresh and have your mom become more and more apathetic. Maybe have your dad start begging her to love him like before and he ends up accepting Suresh in the house just so your mom doesn't leave him. I think your dad should be humiliated

[fargas111]

Your mom should beg Suresh to take her back and not leave her. She should stalk him, go to his house, wait for him in front of his work just to beg him to stay with her. He should refuse her a couple times before accepting her

[Desmond Miles]

Your mom should beg Suresh to take her back and not leave her. She should stalk him, go to his house, wait for him in front of his work just to beg him to stay with her. He should refuse her a couple times before accepting her

@nadia if you thought my imaginations were wierd, this guy proved it wrong lol.. Super wierd  

[nadia]

(( FOR THOSE BUMPING INTO THIS STORY FOR THE FIRST TIME, THIS SECTION IS WHERE MY FRIEND RAHUL INTRODUCES ME TO HIS GIRLFRIEND. IT ALSO CONTAINS A REAL SCENE WHERE MY MOM INTERACTS WITH ARJUN SIR FOR THE SECOND TIME, ENJOY!!))









The morning sun peeked through my window, casting soft light across my room. I could hear the faint sounds of the city waking up outside. 

Today felt different. My mom was out picking up my dad from the hospital, while I was off to college, but my mind was still racing from the events of the previous night. 

I knew with utmost certainty that the secret & lustful relationship between my mom and Sir Suresh was over for good. In the morning my mom even deleted Sir Suresh's phone number.

And I noticed something strange, my mom was all of a sudden evidently radiant and cheerful. I presume this cheerfulness arose from the fact that she will no longer be in an illegal relationship with a man who is not her husband.

Somehow, she felt that she will no longer be doing a sin of cheating on my dad. This is a new start for her. She will return to her normal life of religious activities and piousness.

Furthermore, she seemed quite joyous because she will no longer experience tense & nervous moments of lying to my dad, she will no longer hide anything. She wanted a clean start, to flush away the past and flourish to a new woman.

At schoool, I was eager to talk to Rahul and share with him what I witnessed between his mom Jaya and Sir Arjun that night.

The hours at schoool dragged on painfully, each tick of the clock reminding me that I needed to speak with Rahul. 

I was not even paying attention, my mind just kept remembering how my mom was now free with my dad. Away from her cheating past.

Finally, the college day ended, and I rushed out into the afternoon sun, scanning the crowded playground for Rahul. Spotting him near the gym, I jogged over. 

I missed Rahul ever since he was grounded by his mom Jaya.

"Hey, Rahul!" I called out, breathless with excitement. 

He turned, his easy smile lighting up his face. “What’s up? You look like you’ve seen a ghost!" 

"I miss you kiddo", I said.

"Me too", he replied, "How have you been?"

"I am fine, a lot has happened the last few days. By the way, your mom told me she grounded you and sent you to live with your grandpa for a few days. What did you do?", I asked him.

"Well, you know", he started, "my mom grounded me because at night she caught me a one time, at night, when I wasn't asleep.", he said.

"Ahaa?", I encouraged him to speak more.

"You know, as always, I wanted to see her being fucked by Arjun but every time, she ensured that I locked my door before I sleep but this time I accidentally, knocked the chair nearby as I watching them and she knew I was awake"

"Ooh! You are one naughty boy, well I have something to tell you about it too"

"What tell me what is it about", he was curious.

I hesitated for a moment, gathering my thoughts. “It’s about the other night, you know I spent the night at your home . And I witnessed the fucking session between your mom with Sir Arjun.”

He raised an eyebrow, looking skeptical. “What? Really? How? When....oooh noo, What about it? And how do you know Sir Arjun”

“I know everything Rahul, I know he is your dad's boss, his full name is Sir Arjun Kapoor. I saw him. I saw him fucking your mom in the ass at night while she was trying not to scream”

Rahul opened his mouth wide with awe, a hint of disbelief in his expression. “Wait, really? Are you serious?”

I nodded earnestly, desperate to get through to him. “I am! Have you ever noticed him doing that? It’s like he was trying to make her scream so loudly, he was really fucking her asshole so hard”

He shifted slightly, his skepticism evident. “I’ve never seen anything like that. I saw him fucking her ass but not in a hard way. Are you sure you’re not imagining things?"

“Think, Rahul! Have you ever noticed him fucking your mom's big ass to the point that your mom accidentally shitted on his dick. It was like…gross and smelly” 

I struggled to articulate the strangeness of the moment. “Like he was controlling her somehow. Making her...like a whore...calling her names like bitch, slut and dick-sucker”

Rahul furrowed his brow, clearly deep in thought. “Woow I have never seen her shitting during anal fuck with Sir Arjun but you are lucky. Maybe he was just demonstrating something to her showing her how he wants it?”

I shook my head, frustration bubbling up. “No, it wasn’t that! I swear. It was intense. He wasn’t just showing her how he wanted to fuck her ass, he was ruthless with her, the whole house smelt of aunty Jaya's shit”

“Still… that sounds pretty gross,” Rahul replied, scratching his head. "I know she loves Sir Arjun more than my dad. But for now I am just angry with mom for not allowing me to come back home,"

He continued, "...can you imagine being grounded for two weeks..ooh damn it"

“Look, I just want you to think about it,” I insisted. “You just have to wait until she is pleased because now she feels that you might know her secret meetings with Arjun Sir that's why she grounded you”

Before I could finish, he waved his hands dismissively. “Okay, okay! I’ll think about it. Just promise me you’re not going to tell my mom that I used to see her fucking secretly with Arjun sir”

"No cmon, are you stupid? How can I say that?", I replied.

With that, Rahul seemed to let it go, and his expression shifted. “Hey, speaking of which, I want you to meet someone after schoool for the first time”

“Who?” I asked, curious.

“My girlfriend. She will wait for me across the street later”

Friends, Rahul always told me that he had a girlfriend but ever since, I never knew how his girlfriend looked like. Often, we used to leave schoool and he would go to a corner and wait for his girlfriend.

But I never bothered to know how she looked because I myself, didn't have a girlfriend although I had some crushes on other girls. But today, I was suddenly eager to see his girlfriend.

So we went to our respective homes and we changed, I found dad and mom at home I greeted them and I quicky changed to my home clothes and I went back and me and Rahul went to the nearby street.

Anticipation bubbled within me. When we reached the secluded spot at the corner of the street, I saw her waiting. This girl was amazing in sight.

Friends, Rahul's girlfriend was beautiful, with long, dark hair cascading down her back and striking features. 

Her bright eyes sparkled with energy, and she had an infectious smile that lit up the cloudy evening. She wore a fitted top and grey dress that were stylish yet casual, accentuating her curves.

Honestly, I was mesmerized. My heart raced as I took her in. I couldn't believe Rahul got won this girl all for himself.

“Hey, Priya!” Rahul greeted her warmly, wrapping his arm around her waist giving her a kiss on her lips. “I want you to meet my friend.”

Priya turned, her smile widening, and I felt my mouth go dry. Her smile almost blew my mind away like a tornado. It almost felt like I was witnessing an angel here on earth but with sobber eyes.

“Hi! You must be the friend Rahul told me about.” she talked. Her voice sounding like that of Cinderella, so soft and high pitched. If she sang lullaby with that voice to me at that time, I would certainly fall asleep.

“Uh, yeah. Hi! I’m… I’m just, uh, really happy to meet you,” I stammered, unable to look away.

“Nice to meet you too!” she chimed, and I couldn’t help but notice her voice had a melodic quality to it.

"How did you get to know such a cutie", I asked Rahul

"Well", he started while glancing at her smiling, "I met her one day inside a mall and as always, since I am brave enough, I approached her and the rest is history"

I kept looking at Priya and she was smiling like a queen.

"So, what have you been doing lately Rajeev?" Rahul asked, clearly trying to keep the conversation going.

“I guess just being me as always.” I replied, still distracted by Priya’s presence. “What about you? How do you like it here Priya?”



“It’s great! I love the community, I am here with my dad. My mom lives in Uttar” she said, glancing at Rahul with a bright smile. “I love hanging out with my friends. I am beginning to love Pune"

“You should come to our next get-together,” Rahul added looking at me. “We’re planning some fun activities—”

“Yes definitely, Hey...ummm...Actually,” I interrupted, desperate to know more, “I remembered something? Sir Arjun has a daughter named Priya too. Are you…?”

Her eyes twinkled with recognition. “Yes! That’s me. Good guess!”

My heart skipped a beat. This was the same Priya Sir Arjun had mentioned to me as someone he would love for me to date and fuck. And here she was—Rahul’s girlfriend. I didn't believe it.

Arjun Sir wanted me to date his daughter and fuck her the same way he fucked Rahul's mother, aunty Jaya.

She looked quite the same as the pictures Sir Arjun showed me of her.

“Wait, how do you know Sir Arjun?” Rahul asked, tilting his head curiously.

Caught off guard, I fumbled for the right words. “Um, I just… saw him when I was at the reception. A couple of weeks ago”

“Really? That’s interesting!” Rahul chimed in, looking puzzled. “You weren’t sneaking around, were you heheheh?”

“No, no! Nothing like that,” I replied quickly, trying to hide my nervousness. “Just saw him while I was waiting for something.”

As they talked, my mind was racing. I started to lust for Priya all of a sudden and it was just the first day I saw her. I knew I shouldn’t be feeling this way; the reality was that she was Rahul's girlfriend, my best friend. 

But the thought kept running in my head, this Priya is....is..so sexy...I must....do something. The chemistry, the connection, whatever it was—I could feel it. I wanted Priya on my own.

Her father, Sir Arjun was right, his daughter is perfect for me. His daughter should be with me, not with Rahul.

I started feeling jealous of Rahul. I wanted to take his girlfriend. I didn't care if he was my friend or not. I just wanted his girlfriend Priya all on my own.

I don't know why I started feeling like this but I was sure that I didn't want the best for Rahul. I didn't want him to enjoy with Priya, I wanted to take away the girl he truly loves.

As Rahul and Priya stood in front of me, I was keen to know more about the girl who had captured my attention. “Hey, where do you live, Priya?” I asked, hoping to learn more.

“Oh, I live just a couple of kilometers away, near the park,” she replied, smiling.

“Really? That’s not far at all. It's actually closer to our home” I exclaimed, feeling excited at the thought.

“Yeah, but I’m grounded for two months, so I won’t get to see my hot Priya,” Rahul said dramatically, a playful glint in his eye.

Priya laughed. “You’ll survive! Plus, we can always text, right?”

“Sure, but it’s not the same,” he replied, rolling his eyes. “No late-night kisses for me.”

As Rahul said this, I started getting jealous of him. I couldn't stand him kissing Priya those late nights. I don't know where this jealous came from but I started coveting his girlfriend.

I wanted Rahul to go away at this moment so that I can seduce and kiss his girlfriend instead of him kissing her.

“Don’t worry, Rahul. You’ll be fine. Just think of all the fun stuff you can catch up on at home,” I reassured him, though my mind raced with thoughts of me fucking Priya while this imbecilic Rahul was away.

“What class are you in, Priya?” I asked, eager to keep the conversation focused on her. I wanted her to talk to me more that's why I asked her questions so that she can look at me more.

I didn't want her to talk to Rahul. I wanted her to focus on me. I was going crazy and it's just the first time I am meeting her. I wanted her to look at me so that I can make her think about me and not Rahul.

“Oh, I’m in the class next to yours,” she said enthusiastically. “We even share break times!”

“That’s awesome! You should introduce me to your friends sometime,” I suggested, trying to sound casual. Friends, I was licking my lips as I was talking to her.

I was actually copying what Sir Arjun did to my mom that day when I introduced him to her for the first time. Sir Arjun was licking his lips when he was talking to my mom as a sign of flirtation.

And now, I am licking my lips as I looked at Priya. But she just looked away. I knew she knew very well that I was licking my lips because I was lusting for her.

Oohh this was so hot! Flirting with another man's girlfriend or wife is such a hot feeling.

“You’d love my friends; they’re hilarious!” Priya replied, a sparkle in her eyes.

Suddenly, Rahul leaned in and kissed Priya softly on the lips. A wave of jealousy washed over me. Inside, I wished more than anything that Rahul would disappear so I could have a chance with Priya.

She giggled, blushing, “Relax! Rahul, you are so sudden.”

"I just miss your sexy lips baby", this bastard Rahul replied to her. At this moment, I started feeling so jealous at Rahul. I never envied him but today, I wanted what he had all for myself.

I did not care if he was my best friend or not. I just wanted to ruin his relationship with Priya. I actually wanted them to break up right at that moment.

I hoped to see him heartbroken and leave Priya so that I can take Priya, this beautiful hot girl.

“Yeah, well, save some kisses for later! She is all yours” I joked (but anger still with me) but couldn’t shake the feeling of longing. 

“Are you going to be my new friend, even with this guy around?” Priya teased, nudging Rahul playfully.

“Absolutely!” I said, determined to be closer to her. In my head I said to myself "Yes I can also be your fuck mate, not only  a friend, I will fuck you when this bastard Rahul is not around"

As they chatted together, I knew this was just the beginning of a complicated situation. I was set on finding a way to break through Rahul's hold and show Priya that I could be more than just a friend.


I planned on my mind that once this foolish Rahul goes to his grandpa's place, I will seduce Priya and I will show her that I am the best person to be with. Then I will ensure that she hates Rahul.

I must do something. I made up my mind. Friendship with Rahul was not important for me, the most important thing for me is winning Priya.

And I know I will succeed because her father, Sir Arjun, assured me that he will make Priya be my girlfriend.

I knew that me and Sir Arjun had one thing in common and that is that we are lusting for other peoples girlfriend and wives respectively.

Rahul sensed my distraction. “Hey, are you okay?”

I jolted back to the moment. “Oh, yes, I just… never mind.”

“Alright then,” he said, shrugging it off, completely oblivious to my lingering gaze on Priya.

Rahul then turned to Priya, “Let's take a walk baby, okay?” 

“Sure!” she replied enthusiastically, seeming to enjoy the idea.

“Okay, I’ll catch up with you later,” I said, feeling a strange sense of emptiness and envy as they started to walk away. I frowned as they walked away clearly feeling angry that Rahul is touching her.

As they walked off, something caught my eye. Priya glanced back at me, offering a smile and a wave of her hand. 

Surprised by this, I found myself smiling back and I waved back. NO matter how much of a friend Rahul was, the connection I felt with Priya was undeniable. 

Lusting for Priya, my friend's girlfriend, feels so good, like tasting a forbidden fruit that’s sweeter because it’s not mine to have. 

There’s a thrill in the secrecy, in the knowledge that every glance she gave me, is a stolen moment and showed that me and Priya were meant for each other.

I will never allow Priya to be with Rahul, even if he is my friend. It is better for me to end friendship with Rahul but I will get Priya.

I don't know why but things between me and him started changing. I felt like I was no longer his friend, but I pretended to be his friend while in reality I wanted to take his girlfriend.

But from now on, I will do everything so that him and Priya are not together and Priya's father, Sir Arjun will help me do it. I don't care about Rahul anymore.

When she waved at me for 5 seconds, she turned and continued walking with this bastard Rahul.

In that moment, I couldn’t help but admire Priya fleshy ass as she walked away. Her ass was so firm, soft and cute. I then quickly remembered what Sir Arjun told me.

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I remembered that he said that I can do whatever with Priya's body, her pussy, her mouth and this perfect ass that she has. 

Maybe I can fuck all her asshole to so that she can shit on my dick similar to how Arjun Sir did to Rahul's mom, aunty Jaya.

The way she carried herself, her soft hair flowing in the breeze, her laughter ringing sweetly in the air—it drew me in completely. Priya was mine, not for this stupid Rahul.

Sir Arjun, Priya's  father, was a master of temptation, a man who thrived in the shadows of forbidden desires. He taught me to lust for what was never meant to be mine—to see beauty in my friend's girlfriend. 

He spoke of the thrill, the power, the unspoken victory in claiming other person's girlfriend or wife. “You should be like me,” Sir Arjun told me yesterday, with a sly smile, his eyes alight with mischief. 

“Taking another man's wife or girlfriend is very good, life is short, don't waste time”, his words ringing in my head as I remembered them.

At first, his words felt like a spark, igniting something restless like lust and wild within me. 

But over time, I realized he wasn’t just teaching me how to sin; he was molding me in his image, shaping me into a mirror.

I found myself following Sir Arjun's words, I started behaving like him and I was liking it very much. It felt so good to lust for my friend's girlfriend.


Later that evening, the weight of the day's events finally began to cross my brain. Entering the house, the familiar scent of home – my mother's cooking – eased my mind.

"Dad, how are you feeling?" I asked, giving him a hug.

"Much better, son," he replied, his voice still a little weak but infused with a returning energy. "The doctor said I can return if I feel discomfort, but I'm fine now." His smile was genuine, a comforting reassurance.

My mother was in the kitchen, humming softly as she stirred something on the stove. 

She was wearing a flowing, slightly revealing white pajamas with red dots, her fat ass was visible – a stark contrast to her usual attire.

She came out of the kitchen bringing tea to my dad and I was watching her fat ass jiggle. Friends, my mom's fat ass became more and more softer and fat.

I think this is because Sir Suresh fucked my mom's ass once that is why after anal sex her ass became magnificent. I also heard that if women are fucked in the ass, their assess became softer and big.




My dad until today, after like a month, still doesn't know that the fat ass of his wife is looking so marvelous because Sir Suresh, his colleague, fucked mom in the ass.

And I felt sorry for my dad because he has never fucked my mom in the ass since he married her. But another man came out of nohere and did it for him

But mom wearing that white pajamas it felt like a deliberate attempt to seduce my father. I knew what was going to happen after dinner, that they would be fucking each other after not seeing each other for long. 

I silently told myself that I will not watch them fucking because I had to think about Priya, Rahul's girlfriend. She was really in my head although she is my friend's girlfriend.

Later, as promised during his hospital stay, my father and I settled in for a marathon video game session. The house filled with the loud sounds of our laughter and playful rivalry, a familiar soundtrack to our bond. 

It felt so good for my family to return to normal, if only for the moment. The loud sounds of our game eventually interrupted the peace of my mom in the kitchen.

"“Hey, you two! Can you calm it down a little? I’m trying to cook here!" my mother called out, her voice tinged with amusement, but there was also a warmth, a touch of happiness in her tone that struck me. 

It was the happy sound of a family settling back into its rhythms.

Mom seemed genuinely happy, happy because she left her cheating life even though she knew she was guilty, and I could tell she was enjoying the moment. 

She kept stealing glances at Dad, winking playfully, and he responded with his own wink. That little exchange made me smile; it felt good knowing that our family dynamic was rekindling.

Mom and dad's love bonding was begining to catch up.

Despite my mom and dad's happiness, though, a different image burned in my mind. Priya. Her image, hot and vivid, danced before my eyes, a consuming distraction. Her boobs, her sexy firm ass, her intoxicating eyes. Ooh Priya, Priya! 

Aaaahh! Priya, the girlfriend of my foolish friend Rahul!

A feeling of intense longing filled me. Rahul, her boyfriend, remained grounded; I knew I will get a chance with Priya. I had a feeling that soon enough, the path would be clear for me to finally act.

That night, while I lay in my bedroom, I started rubbing my dick thinking of Priya's sexy boobs. Her boobs were really magnificent. I rubbed dick with my hand, savoring the anticipation, the thrill of fucking Priya's boobs.



"Ohh Priya," I whispered, my voice low and filled with yearning. "I would love to hold your arms… feel your skin against mine… I want to kiss you… everywhere… I want to suck your pussy and your tight unused asshole” 

"Aahhh Priya, come to me baby,,, ooh Priya suck my dick... let me push it in your pussy...aaahh Priya your pussy feels good, aaah Priya spread your legs wide, aahah Priya I am fucking your good pussy aahhh yess yess,, scream for me Priya"

I was clearly day dreaming, or let's call it, night dreaming since it was at night.

"Scream my name, tell me that you want my dick inside your pussy. Aahh Priya I know my foolish friend Rahul has not fucked you....Aaah Priya I am going to fuck you for the first time baby aaahhh"


I kept on saying this as I masturbated while my dad kept fucking mom their master bedroom. "Aaahh Priya tell me you want my dick and you love me more that Rahul....Oohh Priya, you are my queen,...aooohh your pussy is wonderful Priya"


Then I cummed all over the bed, my hands full of sperm. I didn't even bother to go clean up. 

I just slept like that with my hands wet with cum. I slept like that similar to how Arjun Sir slept without washing his dick that was dirty with aunty Jaya's shit.

Friends, I was clearly following the path of Arjun Sir. He was becoming my role model and I was copying him.


The next morning brought a sudden change. Dad got a call that he had to fly back to Goa for work. I could see the disappointment on Mom’s face, having just enjoyed a little time together. |

Her reunion with my father was short-lived.

“Don’t worry, it’s only for two weeks,” Dad reassured her, holding her hand gently.

I felt bad for them, but I also knew that once Dad was gone, he will not stay for long. 

As me and mom escorted Dad to the airport, I noticed Mom staring out of the taxi's window, her expression somber. 

Dad squeezed her hand, trying to comfort her, and I could feel the love between them, even if their history was complicated. It was clear that my mom was frustrated by my dad's regular work travels.

As soon as my father's flight departed, a familiar car horn blared behind us, cutting through the somber atmosphere. I turned, to check and my heart leaping into my throat; it was  Sir Arjun's car.

"Hey Rajeev!" he called out, his voice sounding overly cheerful. I felt an involuntary wave of excitement; this man had an aura of power.

"Mom, look, it's Arjun sir!" I said, my voice betraying my thrill.

"Rahul," my mother sighed, her voice weary, "please just ignore him. I'm not in the mood." But I couldn’t. I couldn't ignore the unexpected arrival of this powerful, enigmatic man. 

Arjun's Rolls Royce pulled up beside ours, the window rolling down, revealing his intense gaze. Arjun Sir was ugly but at least the Rolls Royce he drove made him appear temporarily handsome, hehehehe!

"C’mon, Mom, he’s just saying hi! He wants to give us a lift mom" I pressed, wanting my mom to greet him.

Arjun waited for a response, and I couldn’t help but feel the weight of the moment. "Sunita," Arjun greeted, his voice smooth as silk. "What a… unexpected encounter."

My mother, still visibly upset, pulled my hand, attempting to hurry past. "Rahul, let's go. We don't have time for pleasantries."


"But Mom," I insisted, refusing to go. "Arjun sir offered us a ride home. It's quite a distance, and it'll be much more comfortable than a bus. Please, Mom, just say hello."

She sighed, her annoyance evident. "Arjun, it’s… really not a good time. I appreciate the offer, but we’re fine." Her tone was clipped, her words conveying a clear disinterest.

Arjun’s smile didn’t falter. "Don't be like that, Sunita. A little courtesy won’t hurt. Let me at least give you both a lift. It's the least I can do after you escorted your husband to the airport."


I was shocked! How did he know that my me and my mom escorted my father to the airport to travel? My mom asked him, "What? How did you know my husband travelled? Were you following us?"

"Oohh c'mon Sunita, I just saw you and Rajeev waving goodbye to him", Arjun Sir replied. But my mom didn't look convinced. She knew that somehow Arjun Sir was stalking her.

"It's hot outside here in Pune, and frankly, a Rolls Royce is a much better alternative to a bus. I have a air conditioner inside, you will love it Sunita" He paused, letting his words sink in.

"Mom, please," I pressed, my tone playful but insistent. "Just let us have a ride in his fancy car. I've never been in a Rolls Royce before!" 

"Honestly, Rajeev, I’m not in the mood," my mother protested. Her voice was strained, indicating both her annoyance at my insistence.

Arjun leaned closer from his car, his gaze lingering on my mother's sexy eyes, adding a touch of flirtatious charm. He was also admiring her curvy features.









"Sunita, don’t be so hasty. Think of it as a small gesture of friendship. Consider it a form of gratitude after your support. Let me show you my gratitude in this way." 

His words were designed to be both alluring and appealing. "A beautiful woman like you shouldn't walk in this hot sun, you deserve better"


"Mom please, just this one ride mom please", I continued pressing hoping she would accept. 

Finally, with a weary sigh and a look of resignation, she conceded. "Fine," she muttered, more to herself than to Arjun. 

"Yeeeiiii", I screamed and I saw Arjun Sir smiling while looking at mom.

"Thank you Sunita, you will enjoy this ride", he said while he was staring at my mom and licking his lips looking at her from top to bottom.

I quickly enter the back of the Rolls Royce, sitting down. Mom hesitates, knowing she doesn’t want to sit in the front with Sir Arjun. 

I knew she wouldn't sit in front wit Arjun Sir so that why I locked both doors at the back of the car to make her sit with Arjun Sir in front. Friends, I really wanted my mom to interact with him.

Mom: "Rajeev, open the door, please. I can’t sit in front."

Me: (playfully refusing) "No way! It’s a good spot back here, all to myself!"

Mom: (getting annoyed) "Arjun, if you don’t open the door, we’ll just take a bus!"

Me: (still playful) "But buses are so slow, Mom! This is way cooler!"

Arjun, however, still inside the car, smoothly preventing a further escalation said, "Sunita," he said gently. "There's plenty of room in the front. Truly. I insist. The front sit is way more better. You don't have to avoid me"

My mother hesitated, then glanced at me before looking at Arjun with a look of annoyance. The situation was now unavoidable. I knew she will sit in front with Arjun Sir

Friends, it seemed as if my mom was annoyed because she wanted to start a fresh after she cheated my dad but this man Arjun Sir, is now already in lust for my mom.

That is what my mom was annoyed about. She didn't want anyone to flirt with her because she wanted to be with my dad even if she cheated several times with Sir Suresh, who by now left her.

Arjun, with a charming smile, executed a perfect gentlemanly move. He got out of the car, went to the other side, opened the passenger door, and with a hand resting lightly on the car door, he gestured for her to enter.

"Please, Sunita," he said softly, his voice a gentle persuasion. "Let me at least show you some basic courtesy and gratitude for your kindness today.”

He placed his hands on her shoulder. I was excited to see his first touch on my mom's skin.

My mother, exasperated but clearly defeated, shrugged his hand off gently and slid into the front passenger seat. 

Mom: "Alright, alright. I’m going in!"

As my mom bent to enter the car, her big ass was so much accentuated, it looked so big when she bent.

Arjun stared at her fat ass and he licked his lips naughtily before entering the driver's side. I even saw for a second that he had a boner over his trouser.

A smile lingered on his lips; he had accomplished his goal.

"Rahul," my mother said, as she sat in the front seat, trying to maintain her annoyed tone. "You're going to get it when we get home. I will scold you." I knew it was her usual pretense of anger and I just laughed.

Me: (laughing) "Oh, come on Mom! You will totally enjoy it!


As Arjun entered the car, he winked at me in the rearview mirror, to which I returned the gesture. Our unspoken agreement shimmered in the air, a subtle compact between us.

My mom on the other hand just kept looking away and gazed at the window, she didn't want to look or talk to Arjun. Then he started driving...................

[Raju_]

This is the best story so far in this forum. It is well articulated and detailed. Can't wait for the next episode. Salivating!!!

[Desmond Miles]

Hot!!! Knew Rahul was involved in Priya's matter. Otherwise there won't be much in her story. Glad it happened..
Hope the next update gets more hotter (since this one didn't have that much sexual tension). Waiting for tomorrow, dear bro <3