Adultery My Shy Mom Seduced And Fucked by Sir Suresh

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Yes, guaranteed 100% true story. The only part that is not true is that part where I witnessed Arjun Sir fucking Jaya. I made that part up to make it interesting. But the rest is true.

And the photos of my mom are real. No bullshit!

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((Before I start this section, I actually got to find out that the reason why Sir Suresh left my mom without any explanation was because he was given that order to leave my mom by Arjun Sir.

This was because Arjun Sir was also interested in my mom. So he was angry that Sir Suresh had an association with my mom.

Like I said in the previous narration, that Arjun Sir was actually a senior to Sir Suresh, he is more powerful in position in their organization than Suresh. Very powerful indeed and he could do anything to Sir Suresh.

He threatened Sir Suresh to leave my mom or he will lose his job or even worse.

Therefore, out of fear, Sir Suresh, with his cowardness, decided to flee. Sir Suresh was a coward.))






[[So back to the narration.]]

As the Rolls Royce glided smoothly down the road, I settled back, trying not to laugh at the interaction unfolding in front of me. Sir Arjun turned to my mom, flashing his trademark charming smile, hoping to draw her into conversation.

Sir Arjun: "So, Sunita, what have you been up to lately?"

Mom: "Nothing much."

I chuckled quietly, watching her disinterest in Arjun Sir begin to rise as the conversation like a heavy blanket. Arjun pressed on, undeterred.

Sir Arjun: "Just the usual, then? Any fun outings?"

Mom: "No."

My mom was giving one-word answers because clearly she was not interested to talk to Arjun Sir. She felt like this man will flirt with her. Friends, remember that my mom wanted a good start. 

She wanted to be once more a good wife to my dad although she cheated with Sir Suresh. But now she doesn't want to get involved in other flirtations with Arjun sir no wonder she was avoiding him at any cost.

She wanted to remain loyal to my dad and forget about the sins of adultery she committed behind my dad's back in the previous weeks.

My laughter began to build as I saw Arjun's face shift to be intrigued by my mom. As he shifted gears, I noticed him glide his gaze over my mom, taking in her elegant appearance. 

Arjun Sir was staring at my mom's thick thighs that expanded when she sat down, a lingering look at her cascading hair, and a quick admiration of her figure and her luscious lips. I squirmed in my seat, sensing a wave of tension.



My mom was not noticing that Arjun Sir was eating her with his eyes because she was looking outside of the window. She didn't want to look at the side of Arjun Sir.

I caught a glimpse of his tongue darting out slightly—a sign of desire that was unmistakable. 

My mom couldn't believe the sudden turn her day had taken. Just hours after saying goodbye to my dad, here she was, riding in the Rolls Royce of a man who seemed intent on flirting with her.

Sir Arjun: "You know, I’ve got a lovely place a little further ahead. Would you both care to join me? It would be nice to relax for a bit."

Mom: (firmly) "No, thank you."

Before she could escape from the conversation, I jumped in, eager to help Sir Arjun’s cause. 

Me: "Chalo, Mom! Ye sirf ek daura hai! Maza bhi aa sakta hai!" (Come on, Mom! It’s just a visit! It could be fun!)

Mom: (bhaayen uthakar aur mujhe phusphusate hue) "Rajeev, chup raho. Main uske ghar nahi jaana chahti." (Rajeev, be quiet. I don’t want to go to his house.)

Sir Arjun: (thoda jhukkar, manaate hue) "Lekin, Sunita, ise ek avsar ke roop mein socho! Tum Priya, meri beti, se bhi mil sakti ho. Kitne samay se humare yahan company nahi hui."
(But, Sunita, think of it as an opportunity! You could even meet Priya, my daughter. It’s been ages since we had company.)

Mom: (ek saans lete hue) "Theek hai, mujhe lagta hai, par main zyada der nahi rukungi." (Fine, I guess, but I won’t stay for long.)

Sir Arjun: "Shandar! Main vada karta hoon ki yeh tumhara samay safal banayega. Priya tum dono se milkar khush hogi, hai na Rajeev?" (Great! I promise it’ll be worth your time. Priya will be thrilled to meet you two, right Rajeev?)

Me: "Haan, Uncle!" (Yes, Uncle!)


As we drove closer to his mansion, I felt a thrill course through me. Priya, my friend Rahul's girlfriend, would be there! I was determined to make the most of this unexpected opportunity.

I knew since the bastard Rahul is grounded by his mom, this will be an opportunity for me to seduce Priya all alone, just me and her. I will make sure that Priya hates Rahul and she only loves me.

I am so jealous of Rahul, I will make sure I hurt him by taking his girlfriend. I don't want this bitch Rahul to be successful than me by having such a beautiful girlfriend.

I want all. I am greedy, I want him not to be successful. I want him to cry on his bed one day when Priya fully becomes my girlfriend.


We finally reached Arjun Sir's house, a grand mansion that stood regal amidst immaculate landscaping. It was adorned with intricate designs and every luxury imaginable. I pointed excitedly at the exterior.

This man was surely rich!

Me: "Mom, look at how rich this place is! Can you believe it?"

Mom: (dismissively) "It’s just a house, Rajeev."

Sir Arjun stepped out first, his demeanor transforming into that of a true gentleman. He approached my mom’s door and opened it with a flourish.

Sir Arjun: "After you, Sunita. Welcome to my humble mansion."

The door swung open, and as we stepped out, I spotted Priya approaching the front gate. She was stunning, her long hair flowing and her eyes sparkling with enthusiasm. My heart raced at the thought of finally being close to her.

Sir Arjun: "Priya! Come here, I’d like you to meet someone."

Priya: "Yes dad, sure!"

As Priya approached, I couldn’t help but feel a rush of excitement. Sir Arjun cleared his throat, proudly gesturing to my mom.

Sir Arjun: "Priya, this is Sunita, Rajeev’s mother."

Priya smiled warmly, her beauty radiating. 

Priya: "Aunty Sunita, aapse milkar achha laga!" (Nice to meet you, Aunty Sunita!)

Then she turned to me, her demeanor shifting slightly.

Sir Arjun: "Aur yeh Rajeev hai, yeh Sunita ka beta hai." (And this is Rajeev, he is Sunita's son.)

Priya: (sar ko halka jhuka kar muskurate hue) "Oh, main Rajeev ko pehle se jaanti hoon." (Oh, I already know Rajeev.)

Sir Arjun: "Tum jaanti ho? Kaise?" (You do? How is that?)

Priya: (grinning) "We’ve been at the same college but didn't really notice him. Although he’s quite the social butterfly!"

I could feel the butterflies brewing inside me as I caught her gaze, determined to make the most of the evening ahead.


Arjun Sir ushered us into his home, his gaze lingering pointedly on my mother’s boobs as we entered. This man was really eating my mom using his eyes and I don't know why I am loving it.

Priya, however, offered me a quick, almost nice smile as she moved ahead, and as she walked away, 

I found myself staring at her sexy ass, unable to tear my gaze away from the way her cotton trouser gripped onto that fantastic ass of hers.



"Make yourselves comfortable," Arjun said, his voice a warm invitation, though his eyes never left my mother. "Rajeev, Sunita, please, have a seat." He gestured to a lavish sofa, settling himself next to my mother.

But mom woke up immediately and sat opposite to him. She didn't want to sit with him. Arjun Sir noticed it and he smiled at my mom in a flirty way.

The house was stunning. My mother, despite her earlier not wanting to talk to Arjun Sir, was clearly mesmerized by the beauty of the house. 

Her eyes scanned the exquisite decor, taking in the detail of every object, her expression a mixture of awe and quiet fascination. 

She examined every corner of the opulent room, her eyes widening at the sight of the priceless artwork, the antique furniture, the sheer opulence of the surroundings.

Arjun Sir - "You like it Sunita?"

Mom: - "It's quite a decorated house"

"Priya, darling," Arjun Sir called out, his voice smooth. "Could you please bring us some tea and some snacks? Rajeev and Sunita must be tired."

"Certainly, Dad," Priya replied, her voice clear and polite, before heading towards the kitchen.

"I'll help her," I offered quickly, I gave Arjun sir a wink and he winked back and this means that me and him were in a deal that he would seduce my mom and I will seduce his daughter Priya.

In the kitchen, I leaned against the counter, watching Priya work. Staring at her chest, she wore a lose t-shirt which showed her nipples poking out. 

I knew very well that she was not wearing any bra because of her nipples poking out.

And my gaze went from her chest, neck, waist and finally landed on her firm ass. Friends, Priya's ass was so good to look at. I am very much aware that she didn't have anal sex.

I am sure that my foolish friend, Rahul, didn't fuck Priya in the ass or in her pussy. In fact, Priya never had sex with Rahul and was happy because I will be the first one to fuck her.

"Need a hand?" I asked, trying to sound casual.

"Oh, that's alright, thank you," she replied, her attention focused on arranging the snacks on a platter.

"I insist," I said, moving closer. "What can I do?"

"Hmm, maybe you could help me with the tea?" she responded. Her sound was melodic.


"Okay, great!" I offered, trying to initiate conversation. "So, uh, how's my stupid Rahul?" I asked cautiously, and it was clear I was nervous. "Have you talked to him lately since he went back to his grandpa's home?"

She paused, her expression turning slightly pensive. "He's… fine. We haven't talked much. He's grounded, though. He made a bit of a mess of things which he never told me about."

"Oh, really? What happened?" I asked even though I knew the reason why Rahul was grounded

"It's a long story," she said, a slight blush creeping onto her cheeks.

I ignored her attempts to deflect my questions. “You know, you’re really… beautiful, Priya,” I said, blurting it out before I could stop myself. "Since that day Rahul introduced me to you, I was just thinking about you"

I was bold and straightforward with her.

She froze, her hands stilled mid-task. Silence hung heavy in the air. Sensing her nervousness, I moved to stand behind her, my breath gently warming the back of her neck. 

I watched her sexy ass from the back. I knew she could feel me behind her but for some reason she was quiet.

The scent of her hair was intoxicating. She seemed to feel my presence more than she heard my words. Friends, the scent of your friend's girlfriend is so good.

"Oh, uh… thanks," she murmured, her voice barely audible. She visibly stiffened, trying to create distance. "Your mom and my father are waiting for us." She abruptly changed the subject, attempting to break free from the tension.

The four of us gathered in the sitting room for tea and snacks. Arjun Sir continued to talk to us with stories about his family, but I was barely listening. 

My gaze was fixed on Priya's nipples, who seemed to be doing her best to avoid my gaze. She barely touched her food. Her beauty fueled my burning desire; she was clearly still focused on her phone. 


The fact that Priya was Rahul's girlfriend made me angry. I desperately wanted to make her forget Rahul, to make her see me.

"Priya," Arjun Sir remarked during a lull in the conversation, "is a rather accomplished reader, you know. She’s working on finishing reading one of her favorite books."

“Oh, really?” I said, trying to appear interested, though my attention remained fixed on Priya. “What’s it about?”

"That's nice of your Priya,", my mom also added.

"Thank you aunty Sunita", Priya directly replied to my mom, not to me.

Priya gave a slight shrug, avoiding any deeper conversation especially with me. “It’s… nothing special,” she replied.

“Priya has quite the library of books in her room," Arjun Sir continued. “Priya, why don't you two go have a look? I'm sure she'd love to show you some of her favorites.” 

Arjun Sir winked at me. I knew the meaning of that wink. It was like he was telling me "Rajeev, go and seduce your friend's girlfriend in her room and enjoy yourself while I seduce your mom"

Priya agreed, and together we rose from the sofa. Another wink from Arjun Sir; our agreement was sealed.

As I followed Priya from the room, I saw my mother’s expression, a mixture of slight suspicion and barely concealed annoyance at being left alone with Arjun Sir. I ignored it. My focus was on the prize.

"Don't disturb Priya", my mom said

"No I won't mom", I replied.

The prize that I want to take from Rahul, his girlfriend. I have never thought that I will one day plan to seduce and fuck my best friend's girlfriend, but today, I don't care about friendship.

All I care about is Priya, the only prize I want for myself. I am greedy. Fuck Rahul, I don't like him anymore. I don't like him because he is successful than me, he has a good beautiful girlfriend and I don't like that.

Priya moved with a graceful, confident stride. The way her sexy ass moved as she walked; each step a subtle sway, a rhythmical flow that accentuated the curves of her ass. Her youthful energy and vitality were simply stunning.

Her bedroom was every bit as stylish and sophisticated as the rest of the house. 

Light streamed in from the large windows, illuminating the plush carpets and tasteful décor. 



We sat on the edge of her bed, a conversation about books initially forming a comfortable, unthreatening opening. I was enjoying discussion with my friend's girlfriend, in her room. Oohh this is so good.


My eyes, however, constantly drifted down from her face, down the soft curve of her neck, over the graceful curve of her breasts, then down to her waist and thighs. 

The way her dress clung to her curves was almost distracting. It seems that when she is at home, she likes wearing tight fittings maybe because she likes them.

As I continued staring at her body, she asked, "Rajeev, is everything okay?" she asked, tilting her head slightly, a flicker of concern in her eyes.

"Yeah, everything’s great, it's just that you are so glamorous Priya" I responded, my gaze settling on her eyes for a moment. "Oohh...stop it Rajeev", she replied shying.


"It’s just… well, Rahul one day told me you’re a pretty good dancer and you like to twerk."

Her expression changed instantly; a mixture of surprise, and then nervousness. "He… he shouldn't have told you that," she stammered. "I don't do it often, really."

"Oh, I bet you're amazing at it," I purred. "Why don't you show me? Dance for me please Priya"

She looked shocked, almost afraid. "No, I… I can’t, it's not the right time" she whispered.

"C’mon, Priya," I pressed gently, moving closer holding her hands. "Don't be shy. How about a little dance? Just for me?" I leaned in, coaxing her. 

"Show me what you did for Rahul. I want to see what you’re like when you’re completely unrestrained. The dance I haven’t yet had the chance to witness! I feel jealous for Rahul. Just twerk for me a little Priya"

After more insisting, she finally stood up, moving hesitantly at first. She started dancing, her movements shy and unsure, her eyes averted from mine.

"Priya," I said softly. "Relax, let loose. Don't be afraid. Let yourself go. Dance like you do for Rahul. But dance it for me, this time. Just assume that I am not looking”

She hesitated, then slowly began to move more freely, still facing me. "I… I don't know, I feel awkward, I have never danced in front of any boy except Rahul" she murmured, her cheeks flushed.

"Everything has a first time. I am Rahul's friend, just dance for me like a friend. Turn around, Priya," I told, my voice low and seductive. "I want to see your back when you dance. I'm eager to see those curves in motion!"

She turned around, although hesitant, her movements becoming more fluid, more confident as she responded to my words, her body swaying with the music of her own making. 

Her soft ass, her shoulders, hips and thighs, moved with increasing energy and abandonment. They were shaking so hard and jiggling. I could not control myself. My dick was beginning to become hard.





I started imagining dirty stuff like her riding on my dick like that while she shakes her fat ass.

 The movement of her body, her graceful movements, her expressive swaying and all of it fuelled a hunger within me that I could barely contain. 

I was really jealous of Rahul, I hated him for having such a beautiful and fleshy girlfriend.

"Priya," I began, my voice low and smooth, "you're really amazing. I mean, seriously. You're beautiful, you're smart... and you’re incredibly graceful." 

I watched her reaction carefully. A blush warmed her cheeks. She was definitely feeling the heat.

"Thank you," she murmured, avoiding my eyes while she continued dancing.

"But," I continued, said closer, "there’s something I haven't seen yet. Something Rahul probably hasn't seen either. Something that might surprise me more." My voice was deliberate, testing the limits of her comfort zone.

She looked up, her eyes questioning, a mixture of apprehension and curiosity flickering within them.

"What is it?" she whispered, her voice barely audible.

"Priya, I want to see you… truly let loose. I want to see the untamed you. Why don’t you remove your trousers? Dance for me in your shorts. Show me how beautiful you can be when you are completely with me”

She recoiled slightly. "I… I can't," she whispered, her cheeks blazing. "It's… too much Rajeev, I can't."

"Priya, please," I pleaded softly, my voice filled with gentle persuasion. "I won't pressure you, but I'm genuinely fascinated by the thought of seeing you. Just this once, for me. It would make the evening so much more memorable."

She hesitated, her eyes wide, and you could feel the tension in her entire body. She was torn between her reservations and the undeniable attraction she had for Rahul. 

“It’s not exactly appropriate, I feel nervous” she protested.

“Oh, come now,” I coaxed her, my voice dropping lower. “It'll be our for just a second. A moment of uninhibited expression between us. It would mean the world to me.” 

My eyes and tone were meant to be reassuring and understanding rather than demanding. Ooh it felt so good persuading my friend's girlfriend.

She was thinking a lot, her eyes darting to mine, then to the floor. The internal battle was visible. Finally, with a deep breath and a visible internal struggle, she nodded.

"Okay," she breathed. "But just for a little while. And you promise you won't… make me do anything else I'm not comfortable with?"

"No no dear", I replied, lying to her.

The hot tension of ecstasy pulsed through the room, filling the space between us with an infectious energy. 

She started removing her trousers slowly. She was now on her light brown shorts. It held really tight on her sexy ass.

Priya stood in the center, clearly nervous that she is about to dance to a pervert. Yes, I am a pervert who wants to fuck the girlfriend of Rahul. And I am in the bedroom with his girlfriend.

I want to fuck the girlfriend of my best friend who has been with me in tough and good times. But today, I don't care anymore. I want to fuck his girlfriend and take what belongs to him.

I couldn’t help but admire the way she moved, her enthusiasm lighting up the atmosphere.

“Hey, Priya,” I said, teasingly. “Show me that dance! You know the one!” 

She raised an eyebrow, flashing a playful smirk. “Which dance are you talking about?”

“The one where you really let loose and show off those amazing moves,” I prompted, leaning back to give her space. “Come on, turn around for me!”

“Why do you want me to turn around?” she asked, curiosity dancing in her eyes.

“I want to see you move, not just from the front. I know you’ve got some serious talent back there, your nice hips,” I said, my tone light and encouraging.

With a dramatic sigh, she turned around, facing away from me again. “Fine! But only because you asked nicely,” she said with a nervously. 

As she began to twerk, the way she moved her ass mesmerizing. 

The gentle rhythm caused her hips to sway, catching my attention completely. I sat in awe as she lost herself in the dance, her moves fluid and graceful, her sexy thighs jiggled nicely.

“See? You look amazing!” I cheered, feeling the energy in the room heighten. “Just like that! Keep going!”

“Okay, okay,” she said, glancing over her shoulder for approval. “But you have to promise not to laugh at me.”

"No not at all", she started dancing


Her movements were tentative at first, but as she gained confidence, her hips began to shake, jiggling with the weight of her flesh, the rhythm accentuating the curves of her body. 





The sight of her moving like that, the way her hips swayed and jiggled, was intoxicating.

"Bend slightly, Priya," I murmured, unable to contain my excitement. "Let me see you dance very nicely." The feeling of my friend's girlfriend dancing for me, letting herself go, was intensely gratifying.

"I… I can't," she protested, her voice barely a whisper. "My… my shorts is too short."

"Priya," I said, my voice gentle but firm, "just trust me. Let yourself go. This is for you, as much as it is for me. Let yourself be beautiful."

With a deep breath, she slowly bent forward, her back arched, her hips swaying even more freely as she moved. I could see the crevice between her ass and pussy covered in her light blue shorts. 

Actually I saw her pussy curve and made its shape on her shorts.






The motion revealed the gentle curves of her body. The sight of her bending was electrifying, sending a shiver down my spine. I was imagining her bending over and me behind her fucking her pussy.

"Yes, move like that," I encouraged her, my voice a low murmur. "Let it all go. Let your body speak. I love the way your hips move…"

As she danced, I started slowly rubbing my dick over my trouser, the anticipation building within me. I couldn't control my admiration any longer; I stood up, my eyes fixated on her sexy ass dancing.

She didn't know that I was standing.

As her dance continued, I slowly approached her from behind, my hands reaching out. I gently held her waist. The softness of her skin beneath my touch sent a shiver down my spine.

"Priya," I breathed, my lips brushing her neck. She stiffened, her breathing catching in her throat.

"What… what are you doing?" she whispered, her voice filled with shock. She stopped dancing.

"I can't help myself," I confessed, my voice thick with desire. I rubbed my erect boner against her ass; the soft, smooth skin sent a jolt through me.

I smiled, brushing my chin against her shoulder. "I love you Priya, I can't stand it anymore, I am overwhelmed by our body."

“It’s not right,” she protested, trying to break free, but I tightened my grip, coaxing her to stay. “Rajeev, stop, I am Rahul's girlfriend, have you gone mad?"

“So what? I hate him, I don't like that he is your boyfriend, I want you to be mine” I said, my curiosity piqued as I gently touched her pussy over her short from behind, and she flinched, a soft "ouch" escaping her lips.

“OOhh Rajeev, this aaahhhhh ....sshh this is wrong stop” she said, her voice softening, but the urgency in her tone was palpable.

“But you smiled at me when you were with him yesterday” I countered, leaning in closer as I continued rubbing her pussy. “Doesn’t that mean something?”

Priya hesitated for a moment, her gaze dropping to the floor. “I… I didn’t mean to. Aaahh....I was just showing a friendly gesture”

“Didn’t mean to what?” I pressed gently, watching her eyes dart away. “Didn’t mean to flirt? Or didn’t mean to make me feel something?”

She bit her lip, trying to shift away from the conversation, but the intensity in the moment held her captive. “Please, just stop it. What if Sir Arjun and your mom come in?”

“Don’t worry about them,” I assured her, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. “This moment is ours. You and me. ”

With that, I turned her around to face me, and instinctively. 

Our eyes met, and for a fleeting moment, the noise around us faded away. I searched her gaze, longing and affection mingling with an undercurrent of something unspoken, something deeper.

“I can’t help it, Priya,” I confessed, my voice barely a whisper. “I love you. And honestly, I’ve felt jealous of Rahul for the longest time. He doesn’t deserve you. I hate him. I am the one that is best for you.”

She looked shocked, her pupils dilating as I saw a mix of surprise and emotion flood her face. “You shouldn’t say that… He’s my boyfriend and he is your friend, your best friend, you can't do this Rajeev”

“But my heart can’t lie,” I said, inching closer. “Just look at me.”

As she glanced at me again, something in her expression shifted; she was not happy with what I was saying.

I leaned in, capturing her lips in a kiss as soft as a whisper, yet electric under the weight of lingering feelings we could no longer deny.

I kissed her again, my lips finding the soft curve of her mouth. Her lips were surprisingly full and yielding, their sweetness a captivating surprise. 

She tasted of innocence and a hint of something else, something wild and untamed. 



I didn't believe this was the sweet lips the bastard Rahul tasted. I felt angry for him that he enjoyed this lips. But guess what? I am now with his girlfriend and I am now the one tasting her lips.








As I was kissing Priya, I told myself in my head, "Fuck you Rahul. Even if you were my best friend and you helped me several times. I hate you and I want your girlfriend."

"I will make sure you cry and I will ruin your love life. Priya is going to be mine. I hate you Rahul." 

"I hate that you are successful than me and winning such a beauty like Priya. Rahul, I have always felt jealous of you to the point that I want have turned out to stalk your Priya whom you love the most and now I am about to fuck your prize."

"The prize that you cherished the most, the one thing that you loved the most, your girlfriend Priya. Ooohh yess it really feels good to fuck the girlfriend of the person you hate and the person who is more successful that you."

"Aaahhhh yesssss! Rahul, fuck you. I will wish bad things to happen to you so that I can fuck Priya and take her away from you. Fuck you bitch Rahul"






Priya's hands pushed against my chest, a weak attempt to break free, but the kiss was too intense, too consuming. 

It was a wild, desperate embrace, a tangle of limbs and breathless moans. She was fighting me, but her body betrayed her.

“Priya, just… let go, let me pleasure you baby forget about that idiot Rahul, stop resisting baby” I murmured against her lips, feeling the wildness of the moment consuming us. 

“I can’t!, I love him” she gasped, attempting to break free again, but my arms wrapped tighter around her, holding her sexy juicy ass. “This is wrong! Rajeev please”

Friends, when she said that she loves Rahul, I got more angrier. I didn't want her to love this bastard boy called Rahul. I was jealous of him.








Friends, this was so hot. I was in the house of Arjun Sir, my role model who taught me how to fuck another person's lover, and I am in the bedroom of his daughter, the girlfriend of Rahul, the person I hate.

And Arjun Sir is in the sitting room with my mom. Friends, I don't know what my mom and Arjun Sir were doing. But at this particular moment, I was just concentrated on Rahul's girlfriend.

But deep inside, I knew that something is going on between my mom and Arjun Sir in the sitting room although my mom will really be angry at him and she will not allow him to touch her or anything like that.









“Is it really wrong?” I asked Priya, our foreheads touching as I searched her eyes. “Tell me this doesn’t feel right baby”

The kiss grew more fervent, her resolve melting a little as I lost myself in her. When we finally broke apart, both of us breathless, I asked, "Did you enjoy that?"

“No! move back, move back Rajeev,” she said, her eyes wide and shining with unshed tears, yet her body was still trembling from the intensity of the kiss.

“Then why does it feel like there's something more?” I pressed gently “Wait! This isn’t…” she began, but the slight tremor in her voice hinted at uncertainty rather than conviction.

“Priya, you don’t have to pretend,” I said softly, my heart pounding in my chest as I leaned in closer. "I know you like me"

Ignoring her protest, I scooped her up into my arms, her slight struggle quickly fading as I carried her to the bed. I gently laid her down, my weight settling on top of her.

"What… what are you doing? Hey! stop hey! aarrghhh!" she said, her voice barely audible.

"Just… getting comfortable with you, you want to get comfortable and I know it" I murmured, leaning down to kiss her neck, then slowly trailing kisses down to her breasts which were tender. 

Her breaths hitched with each touch.

She broke away from the kiss, her eyes wide with alarm. "This is wrong," she whispered. "It's cheating."

"No one needs to know," I said, my voice low and persuasive. "That foolish Rahul will never find out. His grandpa is whipping him for indiscipline. Let him cry while we have a good time my love"

“It doesn’t have to mean anything, Priya. Just focus on us. I know you want it and we will both enjoy it"

“Please, this isn’t right,” she said, but her voice wavered, uncertainty lacing her tone. "My dad and your mom might come searching for us"

“Stop worrying, you are not going to regret it baby, I promise,” I reassured her, gently brushing a strand of hair from her face, meeting her eyes filled with a mix of want and worry.

"My love, Priya, I have been thinking about you from yesterday, baby, I need you. Leave that idiot Rahul and be with me. Tell him that you want me", I told her.

Friends, at this time, I was being so greedy. I wanted what Rahul had. Sometimes being so greedy and taking another boy's girlfriend is so good.

In that moment, I knew that this was about more than just physical attraction; it was the connection we made, the electricity that sparked every time we were near each other. 

Instead of pushing further, I leaned in to whisper, "We can take it slow. Just let me show you how special this can be. No rush" As I carefully removed Priya's shorts, I felt her resistance. 

She hesitated for a moment, her fingers brushing against my hand, but I was quick and managed to make her naked form below. When I turned to look, I was captivated at her pussy.



Her pussy looked so fleshy, glinting softly in the light, with a natural texture that framed her face beautifully.

"Why do you shave, Priya?" I asked lightly, curious about her choices. "That idiot Rahul never fucked you, right?"

She blushed and looked away, a shy smile playing on her lips. "It's non of your business... Please don’t look too closely," she replied, her voice almost a whisper.

I encouraged her gently, "Don’t be shy. You should embrace it. Besides, you have nothing to hide. This pussy is a beauty" I wanted her to feel comfortable around me.

"Your boyfriend Rahul is a good for nothing kid, he will never satisfy you as I do.", I told her, disrespecting Rahul.

Sitting beside her, I reached for her pussy with my tongue I had been savoring. “This pussy is so good, mmm” I exclaimed, biting a piece of her pussy. “The flavor is just so refreshing!” 

"Aaahh sshh oooh mmmmmm mmmmmmmh aaaaaahhh, Rajeev please,,,, I can't.... aaaaaaaaaaaahhh"


I continued, savoring the taste, the delicate texture of her pussy against my tongue. She was moaning now, soft, throaty sounds that filled the room. 

The sounds of her pleasure fueled my own. I tasted every curve, every indentation, every tiny hair, eliciting increasingly louder moans and shrieks of pleasure.

"This… this is…" she gasped, her voice breaking. "Stop… please…I can't take it any more, it's so much for me"

"It's amazing, enjoy the feeling baby, I know your pussy is yearning for a good fuck" I whispered, my tongue still tracing the delicate hairs around her navel. "So sweet… so incredibly tasty."

Friends, I didn't believe it. It was a dream come true, I finally got to suck the pussy of my bastard friend Rahul who I hate.


"No! Stop it!" Priya cried out, her voice laced with both pleasure and protest. "Oh God… yes… no… stop…" Her pleas were tangled with moans of ecstasy. The conflicting emotions in her voice only heightened my arousal.

"It tastes like… heaven," I whispered against her skin, my tongue lingering on the sensitive area. "So sweet… so warm… so perfectly you."


"I know that stupid kid named Rahul has never tasted this pussy because you kept this pussy of yours only for me baby, right?", I asked her.

"Aahhh shhhh Rajeev please this is wrong...aahhh"  Priya moaned


"Answer me Priya, you kept this pussy for me only?", I pressed.

"Just.....just stop this aahhhh stop asking me that question", she replied, her breath increasing each moment.




I then rolled Priya onto her stomach, the sight of her butts instantly captivating me. Her buttocks were undeniably full, round, and firm, the flesh jiggling slightly as she shifted. 

The sheer size and fullness of her ass was quite striking; it was a generous, voluptuous curve, the kind that promised ample pleasure.



"What are you intending to do? Don't stare," she mumbled, her voice muffled against the pillow. "It's embarrassing. I mean, really, it's incredibly embarrassing. I've never... well, no one has ever really seen this much of me, and honestly, it makes me feel incredibly self-conscious." Priya said.

"I just... I didn't expect this, and I feel completely exposed Rajeev. Please don't look at my ass that way"

“Why not?” I replied playfully, my eyes sparkling with mischief. “You’re beautiful, and I can’t help but look at you.”

She nestled her face deeper into the pillow, a hint of a smile on her lips, “It’s just… I’m shy.”

"Don't be shy," I said, my voice low and persuasive. "Your ass, is just beautiful. Truly, it is. It's... stunning, actually. And there's a certain beauty in the natural curves of a woman's ass, I used to stare at it every time."

"Priya, every time you walked with that idiot Rahul, I used to look at your ass and I wished I could smell your asshole and even taste it", I said to her as I started spreading her asscheeks.

I leaned closer to her asshole, intending to smell the area between her buttocks. The scent intrigued me; it was a potent mix of sweat and the smell and fragrance of shit.

"Don't do that," she protested, her voice strained. "It's… not meant to be smelled. It's just... dirty. It's private. It's personal. I'm not sure I can even articulate why, but it feels deeply inappropriate." 

"Rajeev please, that hole is something that is deeply sacred to me and I've never... nobody has ever licked my asshole.” Her words were laced with mortification.

"Nonsense," I countered, my voice soft. "It's meant to be licked and smelled. It's a part of you, a beautiful part of you, and it should be celebrated, not hidden away."

"Rahul is the stupid boy I know? He probably didn't smell this asshole of yours. Any boy who doesn't smell and lick a girl's asshole is waste of a boy."

"Priya do you think your asshole is just a hole without any sexual work to be done on it?" 

My words were laced with a touch of possessiveness, designed to unsettle her and break down her defenses.

She didn't respond, but her body tensed slightly as I drew closer, my nose nearly touching the skin of her asshole. An unexpected fragrance hit me; a sweet, almost good aroma, smelling of shit and stinky.

Friends, I don't knnow why I was obssessed with Priya's smelly and stinky asshole. I am a disgusting person, a good pervert and Arjun Sir is the one who taught me this habit and I like it. 

It was a blend of sweetness and a subtle, almost holy fragrance. It was the scent of a woman's asshole natural, purely natural smell.


As I said earlier, Arjun Sir is my role model in regards of teaching me ways to pleasure a woman, or in this case, a girl like Priya. He always told me that never leave the asshole of a girl not used.

"If you don't lick, smell and fuck a woman's asshole, then you are not a real man", I heard him once tell me.






"It smells divine, Priya, the smell of your shit and sweat is really turning me on" I murmured, ignoring her protest. My words were meant to be reassuring, meant to calm her down. 

"EEewwww stop this dirty thing you are doing, Rajeev", she said.

I inhaled deeply, very deeply making sure that I smell all that shitty smell of her asshole. Friends, I used to think that ass smelling was disgusting. But now, after smelling Priya's asshole, I became addicted to her asshole.

The shitty smell of Priya's stinky asshole was something that I could not live without.

"Priya, even if you don't wash  your asshole, I will still wash it for you with my tongue", I said as she continued being disgusted.

Just the same way Arjun Sir was addicted to Jaya' asshole. And maybe now, since Arjun Sir is in the sitting room getting to know my mom, who knows? Maybe my mom will experience the same thing that happened to Jaya.

I am sure Arjun Sir, if he manages to persuade my mom, then he will surely turn her into a completely different woman, even different from what Sir Suresh turned my mom into. But I will wait to see. 





I pressed my nose closer to her asshole, my fingers gently spreading her buttocks apart despite her shy resistance. She twisted and turned, her muffled protests a mixture of embarrassment, shock, and a hint of suppressed excitement.

Friends, when you smell a girl's asshole for the first time, I am very sure she will feel embarrassed. Girls don't want men to smell their asshole because they know their assholes stinks of shit which is natural smell.

So they will feel embarrassed if you tell them you want to smell and lick their asshole.

But for me, the smell of Priya's shitty ands stinky asshole, although her asshole was clean, was making me go crazy. 

Friends, I don't honestly know why I am beginning to love the smell of Priya's fragrance of her shitty asshole mixed with sweat.

I think the sweat between her asshole came from the fact that she was earlier dancing for me so it explains why she was sweating even between her buttocks up to her asshole. OOhh this is so good!

I told myself, "Rahul, consider your girlfriend mine. You will never get to see Priya again. You bastard. I hate you Rahul. Your girlfriend Priya is now mine, and now I am licking and smelling her shitty asshole and it smells good."

"Rahul, you idiot, you never smelled Priya's asshole because you were afraid of the smell of shit. You fucking bitch Rahul, I hope you never come back from your grandpa's home, you fucking bitch"


"Priya, your asshole It smells… like a good shit," I murmured, my voice laced with a hint of amusement, a hint of a deeper, darker purpose behind my words. 

She buried her face in the pillow, her body trembling being embarrassed that someone is licking the most secret hole of a girl. She was clearly struggling with the conflicting emotions running through her.


"Stop squeezing your cheeks together," I told her, my voice a low purr. "I'm not getting a good enough smell. I need to fully appreciate the complexity of this smell of your asshole Priya." 

My words were deliberate, calculated to unsettle her further. I started to lick her asshole now after smelling it.

"No…" she whimpered, her voice muffled. "Please… stop… this is… this is completely inappropriate. Don't lick eeewww!!!  I’m feeling embarrassed, why are you doing this dirty thing Rajeev. This is just… this is not right."

"Let me try something else," I said, my voice low and suggestive. "May I… insert a finger?"

"No! No, please! don't' insert it in my asshole" she cried, her body tensing, trying to push herself away from me. 

"Rahul… Rahul has never… even done that. It's… it's unthinkable." Her words were laced with both fear and a hint of barely concealed curiosity.

Ignoring her desperate pleas, I spitted on my middle finger, then spitted on her asshole, then I slipped the finger into her asshole. She almost screamed, a stifled cry caught in her throat.

"Aaahhhh Rajeeeeeevvvv!!! Sttooppp NOOOOOOO! OUCCHH OUCCCHH HEEEY! THAT'S ENOUGH!! AAAAAAAAHH"

"Shhh," I whispered, my finger pressing deeper. 

"If you shout, Arjun Sir and my mother will hear us. We don't want to attract any unwanted attention, do we?" My words were a mixture of threat and persuasion.

The fear in her eyes replaced her protest. She clamped her mouth shut, stifling another cry. Her body tensed. She was clearly conflicted, pulled between fear and an unexpected sense of curiosity.

I could feel her asshole tightening around my middle finger. Was she actually liking it? "Priya, why are you tightening your asshole around my finger?", I asked her.





"Rajeev,...aaahh... please I can't control myself...please", she said with her moaning voice which was so  nice to hear.

I started pushing my finger in deeper in her asshole. "So tight…do you want to go to the toilet to shit Priya, if sounds like you want to shit" I whispered, my voice barely audible above her muffled whimpers.

"It… it hurts…stop there please" she breathed, her legs tensing, then hitting the bed. 

I could feel her body trembling, a mixture of pain and pleasure. 

This was undoubtedly her first time experiencing this kind of intimate fingering of her asshole. Not even that donkey Rahul had gone this far. The vulnerability in her response was both thrilling and unsettling.


Then something fantastic happened. As I continued fingering her asshole, Priya, overwhelmed by embarrassment, let out a loud fart, the unexpected gust of air hitting me square in the face.

The sound of her stinky fart was like, PPPPPRRRRRRR FFFFFTTTT FFFTT BBBRR BBBB PPPRRRRRR!

Ooh this sound of her farts made my dick rise and become extra hard instantly.

"Oh my god," she whispered, her face buried in the pillow, her body trembling with mortification. "I'm so sorry! I'm so incredibly embarrassed. I… I couldn't help it. It just… happened."

"It just… completely escaped me. It is an accident, Rajeev, sorry, I swear I didn't mean to. It was completely involuntary. Oh, this is just awful."


It's alright, calm down Priya, I knew you would fart" I said,  "It actually smells… interesting, the stinky smell of your fart is so glorious. Fart for me more baby, i want to smell more of your farts", 

I said as i continued fingering her asshole.


"YOu are disgusting Rajeev, where did you learn this behavior from, aaahaahh Rajeev, please remove your finger, aahah it hurts", she cried.

"It's okay," I murmured, my voice encouraging. "Let it happen. Just… let go… let yourself feel… let yourself experience. Loosen up you r asshole. Priya you know that I am preparing you so that in this coming weeks, I will fuck your asshole right?"

She was shocked, "What?? I will not allow it, aahh stop this, once and for all"






I withdrew my finger from her asshole, it came out with a sound like, "fffwwwwicchhh!"

"Can I… smell it?" I asked Priya

"No! Please, don't! That's disgusting!" she protested. "It’s… it’s just wrong on so many levels. I… I can’t even begin to express how deeply inappropriate this feels."

"Oh, but I must, I will teach you how disgusting it really feels good" I replied, ignoring her protest. I held her face, forcing her to watch as I licked my finger which came from her ass.




Friends, my finger which was in Priya's asshole really smelt like shit, stinky shit. But there was no shit on my finger. It was just the inner hole of her asshole that was stinking very nicely like shit. 

OOh this smell of Priya's asshole is so good. Oohhhh yesssss. Fuck you Rahul. I am smelling your girlfriend's shitty asshole and I'm about to lick it.







"Mmm," I purred, savoring the taste. "So… incredibly… good. The  shitty scent… the taste… the texture… it's all incredibly captivating. It's a truly unique experience. I love your asshole Priya" 

My words were a blend of taunting and fascination.

She struggled to pull away, her face contorted with disgust. "You’re disgusting! Stop holding my head" she cried out. "You’re a dirty, filthy, dirty, lowlife pervert! Get away from me!", she said.

Priya was clearly angry with my filthy behavior which I learnt from her father, Arjun Sir who is with my mom in the sitting room, not knowing what they are doing and they are not aware what me and Priya are doing.



"You are absolutely dirty Rajeev! This is so wrong, so incredibly wrong on every level!" 

She was trying hard to push me away, her words laced with intense disgust.

"Nothing is disgusting," I said, my voice low and confident. "Your asshole smell… your taste… it's intoxicating. That asshole, mixed with your natural scent… it’s utterly captivating." 


"You're a creep!" she spat, her voice filled with disgust. "A dirty, rotten, lowlife, despicable, dirty creep! You’re making me feel sick! I'm so ashamed! Get away from me, you disgusting boy!" 


ME: "At least I'm more adventurous than your fucking and donkey boyfriend Rahul."

PRIYA: "Rahul would never do something this disgusting! He respects me, he wouldn't dare do me like this! This is utterly disgusting!"

ME: "Oh, honey, you wound me. I'm merely exploring the hidden holes you hide from me, something your stupid Rahul clearly hasn't dared to touch. I hate him."

PRIYA: "How can you talk like this to your best friend, who helped you. Rahul has been a very good friend and this is how you repay him? By seducing his girlfriend? You're a pig! A crude, disgusting pig! Get away from me! "

ME: "Yes, you are right, and I don't want him near you. I am jealous, darling. Let go of your inhibitions. It feels good, doesn't it? I don't care about Rahul and his stupid head. I only care about you and I feel jealous of him that he has you"

PRIYA: "No! It's wrong, it's vile, it's... unnatural!"

ME: "Don't be such a prude. You're enjoying this, admit it. If you didn't like it, then why did you fart on my face?"

PRIYA: "I hate you! I hate you so much!"

ME: "Say my name while you scream."

PRIYA: "Never!"



I held her head, I now wanted her to give me blowjob. Her head was still buried in the pillow, her body tense with a mixture of anger and suppressed arousal. 

I grasped her hair, pulling her face upwards, forcing her to meet my trouser which I didn't open yet because I wanted her to open and remove my cock. 

Her eyes blazed with anger, but her body remained strangely still, almost as if paralyzed by a mixture of fear and reluctant anticipation. “I want you to—" I began, my voice low and urgent, but my words were cut short.

My mother’s voice, I heard from the sitting room. “Rajeev! It’s time to go home!” The interruption shattered the spell, injecting a dose of unwelcome reality into the heated moment.

Priya froze. Her eyes widened in stark terror, and with a sudden, violent movement, she wrenched her head from my grasp and scrambled off the bed. She fled towards the bathroom, her movements frantic, her escape a desperate dash for freedom.

She thought that my mom is coming to her bedroom.

I quickly fastened my trousers, my frustration simmering. The abrupt interruption was infuriating, I wanted Priya to give me blowjob. 

"I'm not done with you, Priya," I muttered under my breath, my voice low and dangerous. "I'll be back. Very soon."  I said 

The words were a promise, Then I ran out of the bedroom, my irritation evident, answering my mother’s call with a curt, "I'm coming mom, ok ok ok! Relax"


I reached the sitting room and I found my mom and Arjun Sir............................

[Desmond Miles]

Hoped Arjun would find a way to make them stay for the night. Guess its not happening. Waiting for next, bro <3