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

[nadia]

this story is fantastic story. I think you should make cuckold rahul and rajiv. and also you should be make more dirty anal sex . and two milf mom of rahul and rajiv would be sex slave of arjun. arjun would be anal lover and sunita and jaya would be his anal whore. you should keep more  to show ass sniffing, ass licking, and ass fucking.

yes it must include

[Kundi lover]

The narration is really superb(especially the voyeurism). But the most interesting part was your vivid description of the humongous buttocks of both sunita and jaya, especially the asshole part and the scene in which rajeev gets lucky in bathroom with jaya's panties and the delicious taste and shitty smell from the part of her panties that holds her asshole. The episode where jaya blows with her shitty brown chocolate on arjun's dick was deliciously nasty. In the last episode too rajeev fingering priya's asshole was hot but do rajeev get a chance to finger and taste the spicy asshole of any of the mommy(jaya/sunita). whenever you are talking about sunita's/jaya's asshole , i was literally salivating. If rajeev gets a chance to taste it would be awesome with your detailed narration.

[Desmond Miles]

Bro, hope the next one is ready.
Just a small request, if you're not able to post an update, please say so in each day, so that we don't have to wait with hope that day. Then, we can patiently wait for the next date rather than checking each time.

[nadia]

Bro, hope the next one is ready.
Just a small request, if you're not able to post an update, please say so in each day, so that we don't have to wait with hope that day. Then, we can patiently wait for the next date rather than checking each time.

Got it! I think your idea is reasonable. The next episode will be posted tomorrow at this time. A lot of erotic and naughty scenes are on the way.

[nadia]

The narration is really superb(especially the voyeurism). But the most interesting part was your vivid description of the humongous buttocks of both sunita and jaya, especially the asshole part and the scene in which rajeev gets lucky in bathroom with jaya's panties and the delicious taste and shitty smell from the part of her panties that holds her asshole. The episode where jaya blows with her  shitty brown chocolate on arjun's dick was deliciously nasty. In the last episode too rajeev fingering priya's asshole was hot but do rajeev get a chance to finger and taste the spicy asshole of any of the mommy(jaya/sunita). whenever you are talking about sunita's/jaya's asshole , i was literally salivating. If rajeev gets a chance to taste it would be awesome with your detailed narration.

Thank you friend. Yeah, I noticed a lot of writers feel shy to write about nasty stuff when they actually happen. For me I like to keep things real and natural as they happen in real time. No bullshit!

I don't hide stuff. I say it as it is because a story becomes interesting and engaging when nothing is being hidden from the readers.

And yeah, more description is on the way. I like writing in detailed so that readers can understand both characters and also immerse themselves into the story.

I want you guys to feel as if you are in the story yourselves experiencing it. 

Stay tuned! Next long update is on the way tomorrow!

[nadia]

((GUYS, THIS PART IS SUPER EROTIC, MAKE SURE YOU READ EACH WORD))






I slipped back into the sitting room. Mom stood several feet from Arjun Sir, her posture stiff, her face tight. There was tension in the room. Arjun Sir fidgeted, his usual jovial demeanor replaced by a nervous twitching of his lips. 





The silence was deafening, broken only by the rhythmic tick-tock of the luxurious clock on the hall. 

"Rajeev, where have you been? I've called you at least five times!" Her voice rose in frustration.

"I only heard you once, Mom, Priya was showing me her favorite books to read" I said, my voice small.

"Five times! I called you five times Rajeev" she repeated, her voice sharp. "Arjun, this boy..." she trailed off, her gaze fixed on Arjun Sir.

I was absentmindedly sniffing my middle finger, the finger that was just inside Priya's tasty, smelly and shitty asshole. Mom saw me sniffing my finger.

"What are you doing, Rajeev? Why are you sniffing your finger?" her voice was sharp, edged with suspicion.

"Nothing, Mom," I mumbled, my heart thudding like a drum solo. "Priya just gave me chocolate and it was so tasty, it smells nice"

Friends, I didn't realize that I was saying the word "chocolate", the same word I heard Arjun Sir once say to me. Chocolate to mean shit. As Arjun Sir said that night between him and Jaya, Rahul's mother.

"Smell of a chocolate?" she persisted, her eyes narrowing. The scent was undeniably potent.

"Yes mom, it's her chocolate," I lied, if only mom knew the real meaning of chocolate. The smell of Priya's asshole was still clinging on my finger, so sweet. I loved the smell, even though it was smelly and nicely stinky.

"Sir Arjun", mom started talking looking towards Arjun, "You see, I told you my Rajeev is a lot playful, he likes eating a lot"


"Now, now," Arjun Sir said smoothly, stepping forward. "Maybe Rajeev and Priya were playing a game. Game of words And my daughter Priya is friendly, maybe he just gave him her chocolate as a sign of friendship, right Rajeev?" He looked at me smiling.

"Yes...es..Yes Sir", I replied smiling.

"Where is Priya?" Mom’s voice was dangerously calm.

"She… uh… uumm I left her arranging books in her shelf," I stammered, my eyes darting around the room. In reality, Priya was in the bathroom maybe mastrubating thinking of me just after I fingered her pussy and asshole for the first time in her life.







“Come on, we’re leaving.” She grabbed my hand and started walking fast, urgency in her steps. I glanced back at Arjun Sir, noticing the discontent in Mom’s face. 

“Mom, why are we leaving all of a sudden?” I asked, trying to keep up with her pace.

“Because it’s time to go,” she replied curtly, her voice strained.

Arjun Sir called after us, “Can’t you stay a little longer, maybe even spend the night?”

Mom shook her head firmly. “No, we can’t.” 

Arjun Sir rushed to the door, his voice tinged with desperation. "Please! Wait Sunita! Let me at least drive you home. I insist!"

"No, Arjun," Mom said, her voice cold. "We're walking. Thanks for the offer"

"But it's getting dark, it's not safe," he pleaded, his eyes darting between Mom and me, almost desperate now. "Please?"

"Yes mom, let Sir drive us back home, it will be easier and much faster and you will have time to cook supper for me", I said.

Mom paused, considering, her eyes flitting to the darkening street. Finally, she sighed, her shoulders slumping slightly. "Fine," she said, her voice barely a whisper.

Arjun Sir opened the car door for her with eager politeness, his relief palpable. The car ride was silent, none of them talked to each other. I don't know what Arjun Sir did to mom which made her angry.

Mom and Arjun Sir sat in the front, their faces set, avoiding each other. The only sound was the hum of the engine. Then we reached home.

Mom didn't even say thank you as she got out of the car. She slammed the door, her anger palpable, her figure disappearing within moments as she marched to our gate. 

Arjun Sir watched her go, his gaze lingering on her retreating fat ass, his shoulders slumped. He smiled.

"What happened back there, Sir?" I asked, quietly, once we were alone.

"Don't worry, Rajeev," he said while smiling. "You’ll understand, soon enough. There is a reason why she is acting this way, but it is a good reason"







That night, as Mom was cooking, I could see her lost in thought, stirring the pot but not really engaged. Normally, she would talk while cooking, but tonight she was quiet.

I went to the kitchen to drink some water. “Mom, why do you look like you’re thinking so much?” I asked softly.

She looked up, quickly hiding her expression and pretending. “Oh, I’m just a little tired, that’s all.”

“Tired? You seem like you have a lot going on in your mind.” 






She waved a hand dismissively, forcing a smile. “Really, I’m fine beta. Just thinking about your dad's returning day, I miss him,” she lied, her tone too cheery to be genuine.

I knew definitely not thinking about my dad, she was thinking about Arjun Sir and what he did back there.

That night, I couldn't shake the feeling of curiosity. What had Arjun Sir done that had upset Mom earlier? Why was she so lost in thought now? 

I knew Arjun Sir did something which made my mom to be in this thought, but what did he do?

On the other hand, still, a part of me felt pleased. I had finally shared an intimate moment with Priya, Rahul's girlfriend. I was ecstatic to have experienced something most of my friends only dreamt about.

Friends, I know most of you dream about your friend's girlfriend of wife and you think of fucking them. For me, I can say I was lucky to at least taste the shitty and good smell of Priya's asshole, the girlfriend of my no-longer friend, Rahul.

Two days later, Arjun Sir surprised me by buying me a phone. I was thrilled. But during those two days, Mom remained caught up in her own world, buried in house chores and looking far from her usual self.

“Mom, are you okay?” I inquired one day. “You seem... different.”

“I’m just busy, that’s all,” she replied quickly, avoiding eye contact.

“Busy? You haven’t even asked me about my new phone yet.” 

“Right, right. I’m sure you’re very happy. Just focus on college,” she said, her voice almost distant.

I couldn’t shake the feeling that there was more going on behind the scenes. I wanted to probe further, but every time I did, she'd deflect. 







Five days later, the morning sun painted the kitchen gold. I finished breakfast, a knot of nervous energy tightening in my stomach.

"Mom," I began, my voice a little shaky, "Arjun Sir asked me to go to his place. He needs help with something."

Mom's hand froze mid-pour of tea. Her eyes, usually warm, were narrowed with suspicion. 

"No, Rajeev," she said firmly. "I don't like that man. Why are you always insisting to go to his house?"

"But Mom, he's a good man," I protested, "He just needs a little help. It's important." I added the last part hoping it would sway her.

She sighed, a weary surrender. "Fine," she conceded, her voice laced with reluctance. "But be back before lunch. And if he asks you about where I am or what I do, just tell him that you don't know, Ok?"








"Ok mom, sure, I promise", I replied. She kissed my forehead and I went.


Arjun Sir’s house felt different; a charged stillness hung in the air. He greeted me with a wide, almost too-bright smile.

"Rajeev! Come in, come in!"

"Thank you Sir"

"Where’s Priya?" I asked, trying for casualness, but my voice betrayed me.

"Out with her female friends," he replied smoothly. He paused, his smile fading slightly. "Thinking about Priya, are you?"

I blushed, unable to lie. "Well, I ...I will not lie, she looks.....nice, I enjoyed reading books with her."

He laughed and said, "I told you that you will adore her"

He took me to his garden, a lavish one where we played table tennis with him. 

gizz table teniss

After sometime after we got tired playing table tennis, we went back to the sitting room, gesturing toward a comfortable armchair giving me cold juice while he had his juice too too.  

"Sit down, Rajeev. I need to talk to you. About something important." He paused, his smile gone, replaced by a thoughtful frown. “And I want you to understand something. You shouldn't feel bad about any of this, alright?”

“What is it?” I asked, my curiosity battling my apprehension.

“It's about your mother,” he began, his voice low and serious. "I need to confess something…" He hesitated, taking a deep breath. "Something big."

"What?" My heart hammered against my ribs.

"I… I love your mother, she has made me go crazy" he confessed, the words hanging heavy in the air, thick with unspoken implications. "I know it's complicated, I know she is married but… it’s true. I think about her constantly. Every night…" 






I just stared at him. I knew he liked my mom. This wasn't entirely unexpected. I just wanted to know more. "But Sir, she has a husband." I said.

“I know,” he continued. “She's married. I know that. But I can't help it. She’s beautiful. Beautiful and…” he searched for the right word. “… so sexy. I hope you are not feeling bad Rajeev, I know you are a clever boy and that is why I am revealing this to you”

“It’s alright, Sir,” I mumbled. What else could I say, I cannot prevent your love for her?

“Thank you my little boy, I knew you would understand. This is our secret, Rajeev. Remember, don’t tell your father.”


“Okay,” I agreed, my mind reeling. “But… Sir… What happened that day in your sitting room? What made Mom so angry?” I’d been thinking about this for days."

A slow smile spread across his face. A knowing smile. "You want to know?"

“Yes,” I said, leaning forward.

He leaned back, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Well… that day, while you were… occupied… with Priya…" he paused for dramatic effect, "…I was getting to know your mother. Getting to know her very well."

"What do you mean?" I pressed, my curiosity pushing away any remaining fear.

"I sat next to your mother," he said, his voice low. "And I told her I loved her. I… I touched her soft thighs. I told her how beautiful she is."

I was shocked. He continued, "Rajeev, let me tell you, your mom has the softest thighs ever, I couldn't control myself when I touched her thighs. I just wanted her to know how she is to me"

"And how did she react?" I asked, my heart pounding.

"She didn't like it," he admitted, a hint of regret in his voice. "She stiffened. She didn’t say anything at first. Then, I told her that she is hot and I tried to kiss her."







"And?" I pressed.

"I wanted to kiss her lips but I couldn't so I kissed her cheeks instead, that’s when she woke up," he said, his voice softening slightly. 

"That's when she called you. That’s why she was so angry. Your mom didn't how I tried to kiss her" He looked thoughtful. "I think she was quite surprised by my actions"

"But sir, why did you try to kiss her and yet you know she will not accept", I asked him

"Rajeev, you wouldn't understand. The most tasty women are women who are married.", he told me.

"But why are they tasty?", I asked.

"Because you get to taste what another man tasted. In this case, I got to taste what your dad tasted. It is so nice to seduce a married woman or even....you know...do things with her", he said.


"But didn't you find anyone who is better than my mom?"

"NO never, I just want a married woman like your mom. Married women are the best to seduce"

"You know, Rajeev," Arjun Sir continued, a gleam in his eye, "seducing married women like your mother… it's the best."

"Why, Sir?" I asked, genuinely curious. My mother was a devoted wife, and the idea of her being seduced felt… wrong, yet strangely exciting.

"Because," he said, leaning back in his chair, a slow smile spreading across his face, "forbidden fruit is always the sweetest. Actually the most blessed men are men who sleep with other married women. And also blessed women are those who cheat on their husbands"

"But why, Sir?" I pressed, still not fully understanding.

"Because," he said, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper, "forbidden things are better. Think about it. What's the most delicious food? The one you're not supposed to have." 

I started understanding him. I nodded.








He continued, "What's the most exciting adventure? The one that's dangerous, the one that pushes your limits. What's the most satisfying love? The one that's a secret, the one that's wrong. Forbidden things are very good and sweet" 

He paused, watching my expression carefully.

"But why are forbidden things better, Sir?" I asked, still puzzled. "What makes them better?"

"It's the risk, Rajeev," he explained, his eyes gleaming with a certain intensity. "It's the knowledge that you're doing something you shouldn't be doing, that thing which is wrong."

I knew what he meant. His explanation resonated so well with my adventure with Priya, his daughter and also the girlfriend of my fucking and idiot friend Rahul, who I hate. 


"But wouldn’t it be better if it wasn’t forbidden?" I asked, still trying to understand his perspective. "Wouldn't it be better if you could just openly love someone without the risk and the secrecy?"

He chuckled, a low rumble in his chest. "No, Rajeev," he said, shaking his head slowly. "That's not how it works. The thrill is in the forbidden thing. It's the knowledge that you're playing with something which is not yours."

"Things which are not yours are always the sweetest. In this case, your mom is not mine. But the fact that she is not mine but still wanting her makes it so sweet." He paused, letting his words sink in. "Forbidden things are always better, Rajeev. Always."


"What did she tell you?" I asked

"Well, she kept saying that she is not impressed by me and that she is married and doesn't want any man near her other than her husband.", Arjun Sir said.

"Why do you love my Mom?" I asked, a genuine curiosity replacing the earlier apprehension.

"Because she’s… perfect,” he said, his eyes shining with intensity. "She has all the features of a woman, all the packages."

I asked, "What do you mean sir"

"Ok but don't get angry", He said.

"No sir just tell me", I encouraged him



"Her body," Arjun Sir began, a slow smile spreading across his face, "it's… captivating. The way her curves flow, the packed breasts of your mom, the gentle fullness of her big ass, the way her skin seems to glows, her thighs"

"There's a strength in her, a vitality, a sensuality that's simply undeniable. The way she moves, how her fat ass shakes, it's like watching a dancer, so sensual."







 He paused, his gaze lingering on me. "It’s a beautiful body, Rajeev. A truly beautiful body. Your mom is blessed"

"Well you are lucky to meet her sir", I said.

"Rajeev, do you mind if..I....I....well just forget about it...but hope you don't mind if I get to know her more, right?"

"Yes yes, sir, I don't mind"

"Her boobs... her bubbly ass..." Arjun Sir murmured, a thoughtful frown creasing his brow. "They're...fuller than I expected. Why are your mother's breasts and ass so fat, Rajeev?"

I shrugged. "She eats a lot sir, I think that's why. She normally likes fatty foods"

He asked, "Does she sometimes fart when she is in the house?"

"Yes sir", due to her penchant for eating, I do hear her fart in the house like PPRRR! BBBBBRRRRRR!"



"Hahhahaha, Ohh you know I can make her curves even more fatter", he said while smiling

"How Sir?", I asked

"Well, I can't tell you right now, but in he coming days I will", he replied.

"Sir," I began, feeling a strange mix of curiosity and apprehension, "what do you like most about my mom's body?"

Arjun Sir paused, a thoughtful expression on his face before replying, "Her ass. Her full, strong ass."

"Her ass?" I echoed, surprised. "Why her ass?"

He smiled, a slow, knowing smile. "They’re… powerful. It shows how a real woman looks like. There’s a softness to them, too, a roundness… a comforting fullness. They’re… sensual. They suggest a woman who isn’t afraid to embrace life fully."




“Do you think Mom will… accept you?” I asked hesitantly.

“Oh, yes,” he said, his confidence unshaken. “I know how to seduce a woman, I have never seduced a married woman ever, your mom is the first.” He paused, choosing his words carefully. “I know how to make her happy.” 

The words hung in the air, bold and slightly unsettling.

“How?” I blurted out, the question spilling from my lips before I could stop myself. Friends, remember I was asking all this questions because I am learning from Arjun Sir how to seduce a married woman.

He smiled, a knowing smile that held a hint of mystery. “That, my young friend, is a secret that I will tell you later” He leaned closer, his voice dropping to a confidential whisper. “But the first step is already taken. She’s thinking about me, Rajeev. I can feel it.”

“She really did seem lost in thought that night,” I admitted.







“Exactly,” he said, a triumphant gleam in his eyes. “That's the first step! The fact that she’s thinking means she’s thinking about me. Are you sure she seemed… distracted? Lost in thought?”

"Yes,” I said again. "She was really quiet, deep in thought. And she kept silent almost the whole day!" I added, remembering the small detail.

“Excellent,” he said, his grin widening. “That's the first step. The rest is just a matter of time. But, where's your mother? I need to talk to her.”

"She's at home," I said. "But I don't know exactly where she is right now. But Sir, do you think she will fall in love with you and yet she is married?"

"Rajeev, all women cheat, especially married women. You just have to unlock their cheating key."

"What is the cheating key?", I asked him.

"Good sex, nothing else, if you give a married woman a good sex, then she will always think about you even when her husband is fucking her",

"Ohh is that so sir"

"Yes Rajeev"

"I want to learn more sir. But are you saying that you want to have sex with my mom?"

"Well, Rajeev to be honest, yes, I really want to, my wife has never been able to attract me more than your mom, I really feel jealous of your dad."

"But don't you think that your wife will know?"

"No, she can't, she lives in Delhi. It will be difficult for her to know"



"So, Rajeev," Arjun Sir began, his voice low and casual, a glint in his eye, "tell me about your time with Priya in her bedroom. You said she showed you her books?"

"Yes, Sir," I replied, my voice slightly hesitant. "That's what we did. We looked at her books, mostly poetry and novels." I told him as I didn't want him to know what me and Priya actually did.

Arjun Sir leaned back, his eyes twinkling. "Now, Rajeev," he said, his tone gentle but insistent, "let's be honest with each other. Tell me what really happened. I know my daugher is really pretty. I know you did something."

I swallowed hard, my heart pounding. "Okay… well… we… we got intimate. But… she wasn’t… ready. She said she wasn't sure if she wanted to go further."

"Not ready?" he prompted gently. "Tell me more. What exactly happened?"

"Well," I hesitated. "We started kissing, and then we started touching each other. But then… she stopped me. She said she wasn't ready. She said… she wasn't sure if she wanted to do more, because she had a boyfriend."

"And why wasn't she sure?" Arjun Sir asked, his voice calm.




"Because… because she has a boyfriend and she never had sex, she felt like she is cheating." I blurted out, the words tumbling over each other. "I felt really good, also felt excited."

Arjun Sir raised an eyebrow. "A boyfriend? I had no idea Priya had a boyfriend. She never mentioned anything about having a boyfriend. This is… interesting. Tell me more about this boyfriend."

"His name is Rahul," I said, feeling a surge of resentment. "They met together at schoool. And he’s… well, he’s got a lot more going for him than me." 

My voice trailed off, filled with a mixture of envy and frustration over Rahul. I remembered how much I hated Rahul because he had such a sexy girlfriend like Priya.

"Rahul, huh?" Arjun Sir murmured, a contemplative expression on his face. "So, let me get this straight. You kissed Priya?"

"Yes, Sir," I admitted. "But she wasn't ready for anything more. She pulled away, but I still got to kiss her. It was a good kiss. Sir you remember you told me that if I kiss another girl who is not my girlfriend then I should make her want me?"

"Yes yes, you are right", he replied.




"The kiss," I admitted. "It was a good kiss. I felt good kissing another boy's girlfriend"

Arjun Sir smiled knowingly. "And did you… explore other areas?" he asked, his voice dropping even lower. "I'm speaking practically, of course."

My cheeks burned. "Yes, Sir," I whispered. "I removed her panties and licked her...I don't want to say it sir."

"Cmon", he said, "You are a grown up now, I already showed you many ways to pleasure a girl, you don't have to hide. So you mean you licked her pussy right?"

"Ye....ye..yess sir", I replied.

Arjun Sir chuckled softly. "OOh Rajeev, you naughty boy who follows my orders. And how did her pussy taste?"

"It… it tasted… sweaty, but really, really tasty like a delicious apple jucie" I mumbled, feeling a flush rise in my cheeks. "A bit… salty. And a little soft, of course."




"Salty, sweaty, and tasty," he mused. "Intriguing. Now, about that her asshole Did you… by any chance… lick her asshole as well?"

My eyes widened slightly. "Yes, Sir. I did." I couldn't believe Arjun Sir was asking me all this questions.

"Ohh you are brave, I thought you would be afraid. And how did her asshole smell like?" he asked, his voice laced with curiosity.

"It was… stinky," I admitted, wrinkling my nose. "A really pungent, sweet, and kind of shitty smell."

"Stinky?" he repeated, his voice laced with amusement. "And was this stinky smell feel so good?"

"Yes," I admitted, surprised at my own honesty. "In a strange, kind of way, yes. It was exciting, I don't know why I love shitty smell nowadays sir. It was forbidden and it was exhilarating."

"You see, Rajeev," Arjun Sir said. "I told you. The asshole of a woman or a girl, it always smells nice, especially when it’s stinky. It’s a good scent, a scent of passion."



"Sir, why do I find myself drawn to the shitty smell of Priya's asshole?"

"Because you're learning from the me, Rajeev," Arjun Sir said, a knowing smile playing on his lips. "You're unconsciously adopting my preferences. I also love stinky shitty smell of a woman's asshole. I loved even Jaya's smelly shit that night."

"But why is that stinky smell so good to me, Sir? It's not a scent you'd find in a perfume shop."

Arjun Sir leaned back, a thoughtful expression on his face. "It's not about the perfume, Rajeev. It's about the essence. It's raw, untamed, primal. It speaks of a woman's inner strength and her physicality."

"But why is that attractive, Sir? Why does that appeal to me?"






"Because it speaks to something deep within you, Rajeev," Arjun Sir explained. "It shows that you are a good pervert like me. You and me are one. We both love shitty smell and it means we are very good perverts. Perverts are good people"

"So… the stinky smell of a woman's asshole is fantastic right?" I asked, still slightly hesitant.

Arjun Sir chuckled. "A fantastic thing? It's more than good, Rajeev. And you, my boy, are beginning to understand." He paused, his eyes twinkling. "It's a scent that speaks of passion, of the uninhibited and raw nature of a woman's body. A scent that can drive a man wild."



"You taught me that, Sir," I said, surprised, a bit of pride creeping into my voice. "And I’m proud of what I learned. I guess I have a natural talent for this. You are even better than my father to teach me this things."

He chuckled, a deep, rumbling sound. "I know I am better than your father and your mom will soon know that I am better than your father"


Then I asked him, "Do you think you could ever do the same to my mom, like smelling her asshole?" I asked.

He smiled. “Of course! I would taste every inch of her asshole. I would… lick every part of her like an exquisite piece of dish, and I would savor the… stinky shit of her asshole." 


"Are you sure you’ll do that?" I asked, half-incredulous, half-fascinated.

"Absolutely," he said. "I'll use my tongue to explore her, to taste her, to savor every inch of her pussy and asshole. I'll take my time, Rajeev. It will be a journey. I promise you I will do it” 

I took a deep breath, gathering my thoughts. "Good luck sir. But Sir," I said. "I have a problem."

"Oh?" His eyes, full of anticipation. "What kind of problem?"

"I want to get rid of Rahul, I hate him very much, I don't like him because he is the girlfriend of Priya" I said, my voice firm. "I want to be with Priya. I want her all to myself."




A slow smile spread across Arjun Sir's face. "Ah, yes. The boyfriend problem. Let me give you a secret to success, my friend." 

He paused for effect. "First: make yourself irresistible. Work on your confidence, your style. Become the kind of boy Priya can't resist. Make her see that you are the better boy. The stronger boy than that bitch Rahul"

"Show her that you are stronger, more confident, and more desirable."

"Okay," I said, my heart pounding. "I'll try it. I’ll give it my best shot"

Arjun Sir nodded approvingly. "You did a good job seducing my daughter, Rajeev. You have the instincts of a true master. Don't worry about Rahul. He's just a small bastard. I am a master. I will ensure that Priya never looks at Rahul again. Trust me." 

His voice was full of self-assurance. It exuded power. He seemed to truly believe what he was saying. I was happy that finally me and Sir Arjun will gang up against that bastard Rahul who was my best friend.

"Yes help me make him go away from Priya, I want Priya all by myself. I don't even want to see his face again. I don't care about my friendship with his anymore. All I want is to ruin his life and take Priya from him", I said.

"That is my boy, you are doing a forbidden thing which is a good thing. To take your friend's girlfriend and I will help you do it", He said to me.




Friends, Rahul helped me in many ways but now, I don't care. I will repay him in a bad way and I will ensure that I ruin his life and I will take his Priya. I felt good that foolish Rahul will no longer be the lover of Priya.



"Come, Rajeev," Arjun Sir said, his voice low and smooth. "Let me give you something to take to your mother. A little gift, a token of my appreciation for your… help." He led me to a small, exquisitely crafted shelf.

He carefully removed a large, heavy-looking bag from the top shelf. "When you get home, give this to your mother," he instructed, his voice low and significant. 

"Tell her it's from me. Tell her it's a thank you for her time." His words were carefully chosen, each syllable dripping with a hidden meaning.

"What is it, Sir?" I asked, my curiosity piqued by the secretive tone and the luxurious feel of the bag. It felt surprisingly heavy for its size. "Is it jewelry? Is it clothes?" I pressed, wanting to know more.

"It's a secret, only between me and your mother. Consider it a test of her trust in me, and in you." He paused, watching me closely, observing my reaction.

I hesitated for a moment, caught between my curiosity and the strange thrill. "Okay, Sir," 

The weight of the bag felt heavy, promising something significant within. I felt the leather's smoothness against my fingers, and a sense of anticipation built within me.

After I took a long bath in his luxurious bathroom – a stark contrast to our simple bathroom at home – I set off for home, the bag clutched securely in my hands. 




As I walked down his driveway as I was going home, Arjun Sir stopped me. "Rajeev, wait, I forgot something" he said, his voice taking on a different tone. "I need a small favor."

"What is it, Sir?" I asked, 

"I need one of your mother’s unwashed panties," he said, his voice low and serious. "From her bathroom. Bring it to me tomorrow morning. Be secretive about it"

I was shocked. The request felt oddly intrusive and naughty but I liked it. "Sir," I stammered, "that's… that's a bit strange, isn't it? I can’t just take my mom’s panties…"

He seemed to sense my hesitation. "Why are you shocked, Rajeev?" he asked, his voice still calm, but with an underlying note of firmness. "Remember that we talked about how forbidden things are good? I just want your mom's unwashed panties"







"It's just… it's not something I'd ever do," I said, attempting to explain. "It feels… wrong, somehow. It's her personal stuff. Her private things."

"Please, Rajeev, stop being like that. Remember me and you are perverts. And you are following my path to be a good pervert" he urged, his voice softer now, almost pleading. "I really want it. It's important for me. Trust me"

"Why do you want her unwashed panties, Sir?" I asked, the question burning in my throat.

"It's for my… night activities," he replied, his voice evasive. "You know I love stinky smells, a key element in what I'm planning. I am a pervert Rajeev," 

He added more sharply, his patience wearing thin, "you’re asking too many questions. Stop the questions. Just do as I say Rajeev"

"Okay, Sir, I am also a pervert like you and you are teaching me very nice forbidden things" I said smiling. 

"That's my boy", he said, patting my head.

I knew what he intended to do with my mom's unwashed panties. He'd use it to fuel his cock erection, to bring up images of my mother in his mind. I think he would image him fucking her holes as he masturbates.

He'd rub it against his dick, while thinking of her. He'd inhale its scent, the front part and the back part of her panties, especially the back part since he loves her big ass more, attempting to absorb her shitty asshole smell through the panties. 

The thought made me feel excited, but Arjun Sir’s request was mixed with his promise to help me with Priya, and that was the only thing that I cared about. 

I needed Priya, even if it meant betraying my mother's privacy in the process. I just don't care from now onwards, I just need Priya, even if it is hurting Rahul. I don't care anymore. I am a pervert like Arjun Sir and I want to do forbidden sexual things.

I arrived home late that evening. The gift from Arjun Sir was heavy in my hand.








"Rajeev! Where have you been?" my mother demanded as I stepped inside, the scent of freshly cooked food hanging in the air. "Supper's been ready for ages!"

"I… I was with Arjun Sir," I stammered, attempting to explain myself. "I was helping out with house stuffs"

"Rajeev, up until now at this hour? And What's that you're carrying?" she asked, her eyes fixed on the bag in my hand. Her tone was wary.

"It's a gift from Arjun Sir, it's for you mom" I said, trying to sound as casual as possible. 

"I don't want it, what did I tell you Rajeev?, you never listen huh?" she said, her voice firm. 

"I don't need any gifts from him. You know how I feel about him. Take it back. I told you to tell him not to ask about and if he asks, lie to him" Her voice revealed a hint of tension.

"Mom, it's not right to refuse a gift," I said, trying to reason with her. "It will offend him. He was very kind, he made a special effort to get you this. It would seem ungrateful and rude to refuse it."

She didn't reply; she just turned and walked into the house, her back stiff, her expression unreadable. I followed her, feeling a mixture of anxiety and determination. 


I took the gift to her bedroom, placing it gently on her dressing table. "I left Arjun Sir's gift here, Mom, you can check them up later" I said quietly, my voice barely a whisper.

She didn't respond. It was as if she’d silently agreed.

That night, after supper, I retreated to my room, my mind buzzing with thoughts of Arjun Sir and his strange request, and of my mother's enigmatic behavior. After midnight, I heard sounds from my mother's room: the rustling of fabrics, the delicate tinkling of jewelry. 








The soft sounds of paper being opened. I knew she was opening the gift. She had pretended not to want it, but I knew that all women, deep down, loved fancy things. I knew that Arjun Sir was a master of understanding these things.

And also I wanted to see what kind of gifts he brought to her because I hadn't seen yet.

I crept to her bedroom door and peered inside through the window. The room was bathed in the soft glow of a bedside lamp. 

My mother stood in front of the mirror, already wearing a reddish saree; the color was almost shocking against her usual, more muted attire. 

The saree was quite tight on her body, accentuating her curves, the fabric clinging to her hips and breasts, outlining the flesh beneath.

She removed the saree, examining it closely. Then, she carefully began to unpack the contents of the bag. Pairs of necklaces, gleaming earrings, delicate bracelets, and ornate anklets tumbled out, sparkling in the soft light. 









She tried them on, one by one, her expression unreadable, but her eyes told me everything. She was enthralled, mesmerized by the beauty and luxury of the gifts. I couldn't believe it. 

This was the same woman who'd refused Arjun Sir's gift only a few hours earlier. And now she is here in her bedroom trying them out one by one.

Then, the most interesting part began. From the depths of the bag, she pulled out a set of delicate panties, of all colors. I couldn't believe that Arjun Sir brought panties and bras for my mom.

That is why Arjun Sir didn't tell me what gift were in that bag.

Throughout this whole process, her facial expression had remained remarkably unsmiling, almost neutral. It was as if she were appraising the gifts objectively, scientifically even, rather than enjoying them emotionally.

She first put on the yellow panties. They were incredibly tight; they barely contained the fullness of her fat ass. The fabric stretched taut across her big ass, and it even dug in between her asscheeks. 

Then she went on wearing the red one. She removed it and now wore black short. She was wearing them all seeing if it fits her. And one common thing I noticed of all those panties was that there were supper tight.




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Friends, I think this was a deliberate attempt for Arjun Sir to buy tight panties for my mom so that those panties can really touch her pussy and her asshole so that my mom can feel the panties rubbing on her pussy and asshole and she starts feeling hot.


She checked herself in the mirror. The expression on her face was still far from ecstatic. But there was a flicker of something in her eyes — something that made me think she did actually like this gift from Arjun Sir. 

After trying all those attires and inners, she removed them. She sat on the edge of her bed, all the clothing and jewelry piled before her, looking at her gifts. Her expression was deep in thought. 

There was a debate happening within her head. Should she accept these gifts? Or should she reject them?

Finally, she placed all of Arjun Sir’s gifts inside her locker. 

This meant that she had accepted them. It meant that she had made her decision. She had claimed her gifts from the ugly man who is tried to seduce her whom she doesn't like. 

Friends, women are really creatures that you cannot understand. The other day, my mom was annoyed by how Arjun Sir, a pervert and an ugly man, seducing her but tonight, she accepted all his gifts and kept it in her locker.

I wasn't sure if my mom really wanted to be loyal to my dad. She was torn between being loyal to my dad and being pampered with expensive gifts from another man. 

Was my mom really going to start over a secret affair with another man after she promised herself that she will be loyal to my dad?

I couldn't believe it. My mother, the woman who had vehemently rejected Arjun Sir’s advances and gifts had just privately accepted them. 

It seemed strange. I had always thought that she wouldn't accept any gift from such a flirty man. 

But perhaps women were different. Perhaps, like all married women, she secretly enjoyed receiving luxurious gifts, regardless if the person was her husband or not. 

Perhaps, women will always be women, no matter how they pretend not to be loyal and religous.

Friends, in fact, she decided to sleep wearing one of those panties which was gifted to her by Arjun Sir.. It was a white panty. Maybe she liked it. I couldn't believe my mom was doing this. 

Does she love the expensive and luxurious clothing and inners or does she actually have something like a crush on Arjun Sir? Friends, this was a million dollar question but it needed time to find the answer.








I went back to my bedroom. My mother, the woman who preached loyalty and fidelity, had accepted gifts from another man. 

She’d vehemently denied wanting them, yet she’d secretly tried on every item, clearly captivated by the luxury and beauty of the things Arjun Sir had sent. 

Maybe she wasn't ready to be unfaithful again after she cheated for the first time with Sir Suresh, 

Maybe she was just a woman who loved beautiful and expensive things. Maybe she simply couldn't resist the allure of expensive gifts, a weakness I hadn't known she possessed. But who knows?

Maybe she's just a woman who appreciates being pampered, indulged, and appreciated, regardless of the source.



Then a few minutes later, my thoughts shifted to Priya. I imagined her thinking of me, longing for my touch, just as I was longing for hers. 

I started rubbing my cock, picturing her body on top of mine, as she rides my cock in her pussy, imagining the feel of her skin against mine.

The taste of her lips, the exploration of her hidden parts. I envisioned the excitement of our future encounters, the thrill of our secret intimacy. 

I started masturbating so hard calling her name like, "Aahh Priya, ooh your pussy is so good Priya aahh ride my dick baby yes yes"

I continued like this until I cummed. Exhausted but satisfied, I eventually fell asleep.










The next morning, while my mother was busy making tea in the kitchen, I crept into her bedroom. I had promised Arjun Sir few samples of my mom's panties and I wasn’t about to break that promise. 

I quickly retrieved a pair of her unwashed panties and a bra from her bathroom, the act feeling strangely illicit, yet strangely necessary to the larger scheme of things. I slipped them into my pocket.

I went into the kitchen, a plate of steaming idlis and crispy vadas beckoning to me.

"Good morning, Mom," I greeted her, trying to sound cheerful, though my mind was still preoccupied with the events of the previous night and the anticipation of my meeting with Arjun Sir. "This food smells amazing."

She smiled, a warm, motherly smile that momentarily eased my guilt. "Good morning, sweetheart. Sleep well?" she asked, setting a plate before me. The aroma of freshly ground spices filled the air, a comforting, familiar smell.

"Yes, Mom," I replied. "But I had a dream about Priya. But I just dreamed that we were reading"

She chuckled. "Girls, girls, always girls," she said teasingly, reaching for a jug of steaming hot filter coffee. "Enjoy your breakfast. You look as if you need it."

After breakfast, I decided to address the elephant in the room: Arjun Sir's gift. "Mom," I began tentatively, "did you like Arjun Sir's gift?"

She hesitated, her fingers tracing the rim of her coffee cup. "No," she finally replied, but her voice lacked conviction. It was a hesitant no, a careful no.

"Why not, Mom?" I pressed gently, trying to see her true feelings. "It’s beautiful stuff, Mom. Really expensive although I didn't see it"

"It’s just… too much," she said, her voice softer now. "It’s too flashy. It's… not me."








"Mom," I said, my voice laced with a hint of pleading, "he’s a good man, really. He’s a friend. He helped me a lot. It would be really hurtful for him if you rejected his gifts. He chose them especially for you. 

"Think of it as a thank you for your hospitality, for the time you spent with him. He really appreciates it."

She remained silent for a moment, seemingly deep in thought. I knew she was lying, I had seen her trying on the clothes and jewelry last night. 

She knew it was a lie too. She was just pretending not to like the gifts but deep down she already accepted them.

Finally, she sighed. "Okay," she conceded, her voice barely a whisper. "But tell him not to give me any more gifts. Tell him, 'thank you, but no more.'"

Relief washed over me. I hugged her tightly. "Thank you, Mom," I said, my voice thick with emotion.

"But mom", I started teasing her, "what gifts did he bring you?", I asked her even though I knew what the gifts were.

She looked at me smiling, "Just go, stop being so inquisitive"

"But mom just tell me", I pressed.

"Hey, it's non of your business, go go hurry", she said with another smile.

"Ok ok fine mom", I said.

She kissed my forehead. "Where are you going now?" she asked, her eyes studying me.

"To Arjun Sir's house," I replied. "I promised to help him with something and I also want to read some books with Priya."

Her face tightened. "I hope you are not going to collect any more gifts from him to me?" she asked, her tone sharp.

"No, Mom, I won't," I assured her. "I swear. I'm just going to help him with some work and also Priya wants to study with me. We will work together on our homework."

"Don't be late," she said, the sharpness in her voice softening slightly.

"Okay, Mom," I replied, already heading for the door. My mind was a whirlwind of anticipation and guilt. I had a deal to keep, a promise to fulfill. 

But despite the strange nature of my tasks and the undercurrent of deception running through my life, a small part of me felt a sense of exhilaration. Sense of excitement that my mom has at least accepted Arjun Sir's gifts for her.








I arrived at Arjun Sir’s house, finding him relaxing in his backyard, the sun warming his face. He looked up as I approached, a welcoming smile on his face.

"Rajeev! Good to see you," he exclaimed, rising to greet me. "How did it go? Did your mother like the gifts?"

"Yes, Sir," I replied, recounting my conversation with my mother.

"How do you know?" he asked, his surprise evident. He clearly wanted the gift to remain a secret between him and my mother.

"I saw her last night, Sir," I said, my voice dropping to a near whisper. "She tried on everything. The saree, the jewelry… even the panties." I recounted how she’d tried on each item, her focused, almost analytical expression.

He was stunned, his eyes wide with a mix of disbelief and excitement. "You… you saw her?" he stammered, clearly unsure whether to be delighted or disturbed by my admission. "She tried on the panties? All the colored ones?"

"Yes, Sir," I confirmed. "She even put them on and checked herself in the mirror. And then she put them away in her closet. She seemed to like them very much."

"OOhh yesss yesss ooh this sounds good," he breathed. "She's already mine. She has already become my lover, Rajeev. This is a significant sign, my boy! A sign that she's developing feelings for me."

"If she hadn't accepted the gifts, it would have meant that she rejected my advances. But this… this is different. This is a powerful indication of her feelings for me."

"I'm happy for you, Sir," I said, feeling a wave of relief wash over me. I felt a rush of exhilaration and happiness.

"Where's my prize, then?" he asked, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. I knew exactly what he was asking for, my mom's unwashed panties.

I reached into my pocket, my fingers brushing against the soft fabric of my mother's unwashed panties. I pulled them out and handed them over to him.

His eyes lit up, his face radiating pure joy. He snatched the panties from my hand, his fingers trembling slightly as he clutched the fabric. "Thank you, Rajeev," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. He hugged me tightly, his gratitude palpable. Then, abruptly, he turned and ran towards his house.

"Sir! Wait!" I called out, confused by his sudden haste. "Where is Priya, and where are you running to?"

He paused, glancing back over his shoulder. "Just wait for me, Rajeev," he said, his voice laced with a hint of mischief. 

"I want to do something… secretly." And with that, he disappeared into his house, the stolen panties clutched tightly in his hand.

Was he going to masturbate while smelling my mom's panties?

[Desmond Miles]

Good update, bro. But not much erotic to me (maybe for some others too). Nothing much happened in this update except the hot dress tryouts by Sunita. And I felt like you should've shortened the talks between Sir Arjun and Rajeev for not getting bored. But glad you write all this only for us. Hope the next update comes tomorrow with a bang! Since Arjun and Rajeev are on the same page now, not much doubt clearings are needed from now on..
Waiting eagerly, bro..

[Blackdick11]

This story is so FUCKING amazing! You're one of the few writers who regularly update their stories, and it keeps us hooked. Your hard work is really appreciated.

[Kundi lover]

The last update was great laying foundation for the kinky upcoming episodes. The conversation between arjun sir and rajeev was the highlight with rajeev learning things, importantly about the forbidden fruit and the divinity of a women's ass. Waiting to witness sunita's dirty and kinky side with suresh sir. Will rajeev be a observant or will he participate (not fucking his mom) in their nasty adventures by any other means. If so it would be awesome. Is jaya's part over or are there any yet to come ? Also after seeing arjun sir, did sunita forget suresh sir and his dick?

[nadia]

Good update, bro. But not much erotic to me (maybe for some others too). Nothing much happened in this update except the hot dress tryouts by Sunita. And I felt like you should've shortened the talks between Sir Arjun and Rajeev for not getting bored. But glad you write all this only for us. Hope the next update comes tomorrow with a bang! Since Arjun and Rajeev are on the same page now, not much doubt clearings are needed from now on..
Waiting eagerly, bro..

Thank you friend. I wanted to elongate the dialogue in order to portray Arjun Sir's, my mom and my character to better understand them & how they think. However,  in the next eye catching & mouth watering read, I will shorten it. 

Next update is tomorrow!

[nadia]

The last update was great laying foundation for the kinky upcoming episodes. The conversation between arjun sir and rajeev was the highlight with rajeev learning things, importantly about the forbidden fruit and the divinity of a women's ass. Waiting to witness sunita's dirty and kinky side with suresh sir. Will rajeev be a observant or will he participate (not fucking his mom) in their nasty adventures by any other means. If so it would be awesome. Is jaya's part over or are there any yet to come ? Also after seeing arjun sir, did sunita forget suresh sir and his dick?

Glad you loved it. However, it would be difficult for Sir Suresh to meet my mom again since Arjun Sir told him to stay away from her. Nonetheless, the upcoming updates is enthralling.

[nadia]

//THIS PART OF THE STORY IS WHERE WE ATTEND PRIYA'S BIRTHDAY ORGANZIED BY HER FATHER, THE ONE AND ONLY PERVERT AND MY ROLE MODEL, ARJUN SIR. THE ATTENDANTS WERE MY DAD, MY MOM, ME, JAYA AND HER HUSBAND MR AARAV, ARJUN SIR AND HIS DAUGHTER AND THE PERSON I HATE IN THIS WORLD, THE IMBECIL AND BITCH FOOLISH RAHUL (THE BOYFRIEND OF PRIYA. ALSO LOTS OF OTHER PEOPLE ATTENDED) BUT WHAT HAPPENED? READ AND FIND OUT!//


FRIENDS, THE ONLY WAY TO ENJOY THIS REAL STORY IS BY READING WORD BY WORD IN ORDER TO IMMSERSE YOURSELF INTO THE LIVES OF THIS CHARACTERS IN THIS STORY AND UNDERSTAND THEM BETTER. ALSO READ THEIR CONVERSATIONS TO GET A BETTER UNDERSTANDING OF THEIR BEHAVIOURS.





I was sitting in Arjun Sir's backyard, nervously awaiting his arrival, I knew he went to sniff my mom's panties so hard. This man Arjun Sir was so obsessed with my mom.

I mean anyone will be obsessed with my mom.


Then my phone rang. It was my mother. Her voice was bubbling with excitement.

"Rajeev, beta!" she exclaimed. "Guess what? Your father's coming home tomorrow!"

"Tomorrow?" I repeated, stunned. The news felt both good and bad. Good, because I'd get to see my dad, and Mom would be overjoyed. 

And bad news because it meant Arjun Sir's plans to seduce my mother would likely be thwarted. Dad's presence would throw a major wrench in his plans. How would Arjun Sir possibly manage to get my mother now?

Just then, I saw Priya entering the gate. I jumped up, my heart pounding. I miss her so much.

"Priya!" I called out, running to meet her. "Priya, wait!"

She didn't stop. She looked annoyed at seeing me. "What do you want, Rajeev?" she snapped, clearly not in the mood for conversation.

"Priya," I said, trying to soften my approach. "I wanted to talk to you. I miss you so much. I want to talk about what happened that day between me and you"

"I'm not interested," she said, trying to push past me.

"Why? Or is that good for nothing Rahul coming to see you?" I asked her, blocking her path. "Just listen for a second. Priya why are you acting like this? Didn't you like how we made each other happy?"

"Get out of my damn way!" she demanded, her voice sharp.

I smiled. "Not until you tell me if you enjoyed me kissing you and your body that day"

She tried to go around me, but I moved to block her again. She stopped, frustration clear on her face. "What do you want Rajeev?" she asked again.

"I want your love, Priya, I can't stand you being with that idiot Rahul, leave that bastard and come to me. I hate him so much" I said, my voice low and intense.

"Are you a pervert? You are lucky that time we didn't get caught, if we did, you could have gotten your ass in hot fire. Now let me pass.", she said, clear anger on her face.

Before she could react, I grabbed her, pulling her close, and kissed her lips forcefully. I held her waist, feeling her body tense against mine.

She broke away forcefully, slapping me hard across the face. "How dare you? You donkey!" she sputtered, her cheeks flushed. "Behave yourself! My father is in the house" 

"Why should I behave myself baby? You already know that I am a pervert? Stop pretending, I know you enjoyed our moment last time", I told her.

She didn't reply, she instead turned and walked away quickly, her back to me, I watched her sexy ass shake violently because she walked fast due to anger. I just licked my lips like a pervert.

"I'll get you, Priya, you will fall in love for me only" I told her. "You'll be mine." I shouted after her, "Forget that bastard Rahul! He will lose you very soon and you will come to me"

She didn't even bother to look back. As she reached the main door, she bumped right into Arjun Sir, her father.

"Hello, my dear," Arjun Sir greeted her warmly.

"Hello, Father," Priya replied, her voice tight, still clearly annoyed by my earlier advances.

Arjun Sir looked at me, then back at Priya. "Did you greet Rajeev?" he asked her.

Priya hesitated. "Yes, Father," she mumbled, her tone suggesting anything but a warm greeting.

Arjun Sir smiled gently. "Go give him a hug, Priya. A proper hug," he instructed, his tone firm but not unkind. 

Priya pretended to smile, but her eyes clearly revealed her reluctance. She didn't want to hug me, but she knew better than to disobey her father.

She walked towards me, her body stiff. She hugged me, her arms encircling my chest, her soft boobs crushing to my chest. 

But as she hugged me, I placed my hands on her firm sexy ass, feeling the softness of her ass flesh and the roundness of it. 

It felt wonderful. I held her firmly, enjoying the sensation of her body pressed against mine. She was twitching, like trying to brush off what I was doing.


Arjun Sir watched me doing this, and he smiled; he'd clearly seen me take advantage of the situation. And he was liking it. He even winked at me and I winked back at him.

I was in disbelief that Arjun Sir loved how I pressed his daughter Priya's soft ass while she hugged me.

While I held her close, Priya whispered in my ear, her voice barely audible, "Don't think this hug means anything. I only love Rahul. I will never love you, just know that. And stop touching my ass, my dad may be watching."

She quickly broke the embrace and hurried away, leaving me with the lingering warmth of her body and the echo of her words ringing in my ears. 

Arjun Sir watched her go, then turned back to me, giving a nod of approval. "Well done, Priya," he said. "You did well. Always give Rajeev a hug ok?"

"Ok dad", Priya replied as she headed to her bedroom.


Arjun Sir turned to me, a knowing smile on his face. I winked at him. He winked back. He clearly knew what I had done. He knew that I was seducing his daughter and he wanted it.

"You're a naughty one," Arjun Sir chuckled. "But you're doing a good job. Keep pushing her. Keep annoying her. That's how you win them."

"Yes, I just kissed her right now, I could tell that she loved it although she pretends.", I said.

"I know my daughter, she usually pretends most of the time. But I know she will be thinking of you", Arjun Sir replied.

"Sir," I said, changing the subject. "What about you, what did you do? Did you smell my Mom's panties?"

His smile faltered slightly, surprised that I knew what he was doing. "Yes," he admitted. "And?"

"How did they smell?" I asked.

He grinned. "Like… a woman. A very desirable woman. Warm and inviting. I wish I could smell them in reality. The flesh."

"You only sniffed them? You didn't do anything else?", I asked him.

"Well, I did something else, you know your mom's panties smells so nice, I had to do something", he said.

"But tell me what did you do Sir", I asked him, very curious to know even though I knew that he masturbated.

"Aah, Rajeev, well, I did....uuhh.. masturbated while sniffing her panties."

"Oohh Arjun sir, you are really a pervert", I told him.

"Yeah, being a pervert is a good thing", he said.

"yes and I love how you teach me to be a pervert also. Good for you sir, but," I said, my voice somber. "I have bad news."

"What is it?" His cheerful expression vanished.

"Just received a phone call from my mom," I explained. "Dad’s coming home tomorrow."

Arjun Sir's face fell. His smile completely disappeared, replaced with a look of clear disappointment and frustration. 

It was obvious that this news meant he’d have no opportunity to pursue my mother while my father was around.

"Tomorrow?" he repeated, his voice barely above a whisper. "That changes things. That throws everything off."

"Will you wait until next week, after Dad goes back?" I asked.

He shook his head vehemently. "No, Rajeev. I can't wait. I won't wait. I must get your mom. I have a plan."

"What’s your plan, Sir?"

"I'm throwing a party two days to come, actually it's Priya's birthday" he announced, a glint returning to his eyes. 

"A big, luxurious party at the Grand Luxury Hotel. I want you to tell your parents that I'm inviting them, for Priya’s birthday."

"OOh, it's Priya's birthday, woow, that's fun. But Dad will suspect something," I whispered.

"No, he won't," Arjun Sir said confidently. "Tell him it's Priya's father who's hosting the party. That way, it looks innocent."

"It's a chance to make a fool out of your father. Trust me. Just tell him that Priya's father is hosting a birthday party, and that you’re invited to attend. That way, nobody will suspect anything" 

He paused, a hint of a smirk on his lips. "You’ll see how I will get your mother away from your father."





I arrived home that evening, finding my mother humming to herself as she stirred a fragrant curry. I wasn't sure how to bring up the subject of Arjun Sir's party invitation to my mom.

"Mom," I began, trying to sound casual, "Arjun Sir wants us to go to a party tomorrow."

My mother stopped stirring, a questioning look on her face. "A party? What party?"

"It's Priya's birthday party," I explained, hoping my words would sound convincing. "Arjun Sir, Priya's father, is throwing a big celebration at a fancy hotel."

My mother's expression remained skeptical. "Why are you such good friends with that man, Rajeev? I don't trust him. Didn't I warn you?"

"Mom, he's Priya's father! And he helped me so much by giving me a phone and also giving you gifts. And besides, Priya's my friend, too." 

I tried to sound as sincere as I could. "It would be really mean to miss her birthday, especially if I'm invited. I promised her I'd be there."

"Listen Rajeev, your father is coming home tomorrow," Mom reminded me, her voice firm. "We should spend time together as a family. We haven't seen him in ages, and this is a chance to catch up."

"I know, Mom," I said patiently, trying a different approach, "but we can still see Dad. This party won’t last the whole day. We can come home early to see him." I said.

"We can't just miss Priya's birthday. It's her special day, and it would be very hurtful to her if we weren’t there. Mom remember even in your birthdays, a lot of relatives came, remember?"

"Why can’t you miss it?" she questioned, her eyes narrowing slightly. "Is there something else going on that you are not telling me? Are you seeing Priya?"

My heart leaped into my throat. I was caught off guard. "No, Mom! What? No! It's not like that at all. We're just friends. She is just a friend who invited me. I just want to support my friend’s special day." 

I stammered, desperate to hide my true intentions which was to fuck Priya in her pussy and tight asshole. 

Friends, my mom never allowed me to see girls especially when I as in schoool. She just wanted me to concentrate on studies. But now, I became a pervert, thanks to Arjun Sir teaching me how being a pervert is good.

And I wanted to fuck my friend's girlfriend.

"Don't you dare even think about having a relationship with that girl," she scolded, her voice rising slightly. 

"She's Arjun Sir's daughter! That man… I don't even want to mention his name. You must never have anything to do with her romantically. Do you hear me?"

I pressed on, trying to convince her. "Yes mom, I promise but, please, Mom! It's just a party. Think of Priya. She’s such a good girl. We can't miss her birthday."

She remained hesitant. "Fine," she finally relented, "but this is only for Priya. Not for that man called Arjun. Just this once. Don't let it happen again."

"Thank you, Mom!" I said, overjoyed. I hugged her tightly, burying my face in her hair. "Thank you! You are the best mom ever"

"Don't think this means I approve of that Arjun Sir," she warned while smiling, pulling away gently. "I'm doing this for Priya, nothing more. This is just a gesture for Priya's birthday, and I'm doing it for her only!"

"I know, Mom. Ok ok ok! Thank you so much." I kissed her cheek.

During supper, Mom seemed lost in thought.

"Mom," I said after a while, "What are you thinking about?"

"Nothing, sweetheart," she said automatically, her smile strained.

"Come on, Mom. What are you thinking about?" I pressed gently, my curiosity piqued.

She sighed. "I’m just… thinking about what to wear tomorrow," she admitted, her cheeks flushing slightly.

"Just wear a nice saree, Mom," I suggested. "Something elegant. It would look perfect."

"It's not that easy," she muttered, still seemingly preoccupied. "I want to look… special. I want to look good." She paused, and her voice dropped to a near whisper, "I want to look… desirable."

"Ok mom, just choose the best attire", I told her.


Friends, honestly, I didn't know why my mom wanted to appear "special" and "flashy". I knew very well that she was not intending to appear elegant because of Arjun Sir.

But the fact that she wanted to look special caught me off guard. And I asked myself if she will wear one of those sarees or dresses which Arjun Sir bought her.

If she does wear one of those sarees, then i will be sure that she is trying to attract Arjun Sir.

The next day, my father's flight arrived. The doorbell rang. Mom shot up from her chair, practically sprinting to the door. 

Before my father even had a chance to utter a greeting, she threw her arms around him, showering his face with kisses. Kissing his lips to the point that my father couldn't even breath.

Friends, I was telling myself, "Woow, my mom is kissing my dad's mouth and my mom's mouth has previously tasted Sir Suresh's cock. So it means that.....oh I don't want to mention it but you friends know what I mean"

It was a passionate, heartfelt embrace; a display of affection I hadn't witnessed in years. Watching them, I understood something profound. My mother loved my father deeply, intensely. She cared for her family.

The gifts from Arjun Sir she received, her brief sex episodes with Sir Suresh… it wasn't about a lack of love for my father. 

It was something else entirely. It was an exploration, she wanted to explore the other side of a different man.

It was the exploration of a married woman who wanted more, a married woman seeking something outside the norm of her religious life. 

It was an experimental approach to marital life and she hadn't crossed any boundaries of cheating. It was simply about wanting something different, wanting to spice things up.

That night, as my father and I sat in the sitting room, I casually mentioned Priya's party.

"Dad," I began, "Priya's father, Arjun Sir, invited us to Priya's birthday party tomorrow."

My father looked surprised. "Priya? Who's Priya?"

"She's my friend, Dad. And Arjun Sir is her father. He’s the one who gave me this new phone, you know. I told Mom about the invitation."

"Oh," my father said, turning to my mother. "Is that right, dear? A birthday party?"

"Yes, my love, it's Priya's birthday, the friend of Rajeev," Mom replied, a slight blush creeping onto her cheeks. "It's a nice gesture. Priya's such a sweet girl."

"Well, why not?" Dad said. "Sounds like fun. New friends, new experiences. It's good to branch out, isn’t it? I actually love making new family friends"

Overjoyed, I hugged my father tightly. "Thank you, Dad!"

I also showed him my new phone. "Dad, look! Arjun Sir gave me this. Isn't it amazing?"

He examined the phone, impressed. "It is. Your friend, Arjun Sir is very generous. It would be really nice to meet him"


Friends, I just told myself that my dad thinks Arjun Sir is generous but in reality, this Arjun Sir wants to seduce my dad's wife and probably fuck her. But my dad doesn't know.

As I hugged my father, a more sinister thought lingered in the back of my mind. The birthday party was merely a plan, a carefully orchestrated plan to allow Arjun Sir to seduce my mother. 

I didn't feel guilt at all planning this. This is because I am a pervert, a product of Arjun Sir’s twisted and forbidden plans. I love being a pervert and being immoral. I just love immorality and bad manners.

Arjun Sir had shown me the thrill of forbidden desires, fucking another man's wife or girlfriend that is not yours, the satisfaction of manipulating situations to get what I wanted. It was thrilling and intoxicating.

That night, mom and dad were having sex in their bedroom and I was hearing mom moaning. I didn't go to watch them.

But inside my pervert head, I told myself, "my dad is fucking mom but soon mom is going to experience the best dick and fucking of Arjun Sir if it happens but I will make sure it happens"

Friends, I honestly don't know how I turned to be this pervert, a boy with bad manners. But I loved it so much. I never knew that being a pervert is such a good feeling.


Later that night, while on my bed, Arjun Sir called me through the phone.

"Rajeev," he said, his voice practically vibrating with anticipation. "Did your parents accept the invitation?"

"Yes, Sir! They’re coming, you are very lucky Sir" I said, mimicking his excitement.

"Excellent!" he exclaimed. "Excellent! Tomorrow night will be… memorable. What are they doing?"

"Dad is fucking mom in the bedoom", I told him.

"Ooh I hate your dad. I wish something bad happens to him. I don't want him to touch your mom. Arrggh! I hate him so much. I will teach him a lesson very soon, I want to harm him", he said while in anger.

"Hahahah calm down Sir, just be calm, you will get mom. I believe your plans will work.", I told him.

"Yes Rajeev, they must work. Even if they don't work, I will force them to work. I am even now sniffing your mom's panties. Oohh I am now smelling the ass part of her panties, they smell really stinky very nice shitty smell ooohhhh", 

"Arjun sir you are really naughty", I told him.

"I have to hang up Rajeev, let me enjoy your mom's panties as I masturbate, see you tomorrow at the party", he said whiile breathing heavily.

"Ook Arjun sir, goodnight!"



Before I slept, I once again found myself rubbing my dick, picturing Priya at the party. 

I imagined seducing her, the thrill of a forbidden encounter fueling my arousal. The thought of my mother’s encounter with Arjun Sir, although illicit, held a strange allure.

Friends, you can clearly see how Arjun Sir has influenced my behavior. He has taught me immorality and being a pervert and I love it. He is thinking about my mom, a woman who is not his wife, while sniffing her panties and masturbating.

And for me I am doing the same thing. I am thinking of Priya, the girl who is not my girlfriend and I am masturbating thinking of fucking her pussy and her asshole.





The day of Priya's birthday party finally arrived. My father was already buzzing with anticipation. He was looking forward to meeting new people, making new friends. 

But he didn't know that this party was not about meeting new friends. It was about his wife being seduced by Arjun Sir, and Arjun Sir was one of the master minds in this whole scheme and I was helping him.

I glanced at my mother; her expression was unreadable. She knew what was at stake of meeting with Arjun Sir, the man she had secretly accepted gifts from but the same ugly man whom she hates.

My father and I donned our tuxedo suits. When my mother emerged from her bedroom, both my father and I were stunned. She wasn't wearing a traditional saree. 

Instead, she was clad in a very tight-fitting brown skirt and a matching brown top, showcasing her curves in a way we'd never seen before. Her skin was exposed so much.



Her hair was elegantly styled, and she wore a dazzling golden headpiece that accentuated her beauty. She looked strikingly stunning.

My father's jaw dropped. "Wow, dear," he breathed, his voice filled with a mix of surprise and admiration. "You look… absolutely gorgeous."

"Doesn't she look amazing, Dad?" I chimed in, my voice brimming with pride and a hint of something else – perhaps a touch of mischievous anticipation. "She's unbelievably beautiful!"

"Yes, she is", my dad replied.







My mother's expression was less confident, her smile a little strained.

"Do you like it, dear?" she asked my father, her voice a little shaky.

My father hesitated, his gaze lingering on her exposed curves. "It's… certainly… different," he said, his tone not entirely convincing. 

I noticed that somehow he didn't like the dress mom chose. My mother's face mirrored his uncertainty.

"I wanted to look… special," she said softly. "For the party. For Priya. It's a celebration, after all."

"Well," my father said, after a long pause, "perhaps we should talk this over in the bedroom. There’s something I want to discuss with you." 

He looked at me. "Rajeev, just wait here for a little bit ok?." He said patting me on the head.






As they walked toward their bedroom, I stealthily tiptoed to the doorway, my ears pressed against the door, eager to overhear their conversation.

"I'm not sure about this dress, baby," my father said softly, his voice low and concerned. "It's… revealing and too tight on your body. It shows too much."

"Why, dear?" Mom responded. "I want to look beautiful, to feel beautiful. I want to have a good time. It’s just a party."

"But it's too much, I have never seen you in this kind of tight dressing, it's so tight on your body" my father insisted. "It's not appropriate my love."

"I'm bored of sarees, Arvind," she retorted, her voice sharper now. "I want something different. I want to feel sexy, feel desirable. And for once, it should be acceptable."

Her sudden outburst shocked me, and my father seemed equally stunned. She never usually talked to him like that. My mother never shouted at my father. The tension in the room was palpable. 

My mother’s words hung in the air, hinting at a deeper discontent, a simmering desire for something more than her traditional role. 

My father was silent for a moment, and then finally spoke, his voice tinged with defeat, “Then at least, wear a traditional saree.”

Mom’s response was instant and fiery. “I’m sick to death of sarees, Arvind! I want something…different!”




"Sunita," my father said, his voice low but firm, "tone it down. Rajeev's just outside the door. He might hear us."

My mother turned to him, her eyes flashing. "I don't care if he hears us! I've been suppressing my desires for years, following your rules, always prioritizing your preferences!" 

I was shocked my mom is speaking like this to my dad. She was never this rude to dad. What has happened to my mom? Is she finally becoming ruthless to my dad?

"I’m tired of it.", She continued, "I want to feel beautiful, feel appreciated, feel… desired. I am not a machine. I am a woman."

My father tried to reason with her. "But this dress... it's too much. People will stare. They'll talk."

"Let them stare!" she retorted, her voice rising. "Let them talk! I am not a teenager and I can do whatever I want. For once, let me feel good about myself, feel confident and beautiful in my own skin'


Friends, what did my mom turn into? Did Arjun Sir get into her head? Why is she speaking like this to my dad by discrediting his advices. But I was supporting my mom. 

Friends, my mom is right. Why should a woman with big soft boobs and fat ass like hers hide them inside stupid traditional sarees? She deserves to feel beautiful and appreciated, and that's perfectly okay. 

It's her body, her choice, she should reveal her boobs and big ass for he world to see her beauty. She wants to feel good about herself, and that's a valid and important feeling. 

I understand her need to express herself and feel confident. It's not about her being rude to my dad; it's about self-acceptance and wanting to be seen and admired. Maybe admired by Arjun Sir, but who knows?

She’s beautiful, and she should be free to show it. I support her completely. This is not about disrespecting Dad; it’s about Mom owning her own beauty and confidence.





She continued telling dad, "....not according to your rules or anyone else’s expectations! I’m tired of being overlooked, of being taken for granted, always playing the perfect wife and mother. Let me live for myself, even if just for one night!"

My father was clearly losing the argument. "At least choose a dress that isn't so… tight," he pleaded, trying a different tactic.

"And why should I listen to you?" she snapped back, her anger escalating. "You never let me wear what I want. You tell me what’s appropriate. You dictate my choices. You never take my feelings into account."

Dad stood there shocked to the gut. I was also shocked by how my mom was speaking to dad. Friends, trust me, I was really shocked. Never ever did my mom ever talk so rudely at my dad like this.

Was my mom really starting to show her true colors to my dad? Friends, one thing is for sure, this temperament of my mom started or has been influenced by Sir Suresh but more by Arjun Sir.

This two new people in my mom's life, especially Arjun Sir, since he was more romantic than Sir Suresh, have turned her to be rebellious to my dad. I now understood.


"I'm tired of always conforming to your ideas of what a wife should be! I want to be seen, to be noticed, to be admired. Just for one night!"

"Sunita, please," my father pleaded, his voice soft. "Lots of people will be staring at you. It's going to be awkward, and uncomfortable."

"Let them look at me!" she shouted, her voice thick with frustration and resentment. "I'm tired of hiding. I'm tired of being invisible." Dad was stunned.

"I'm a woman, and I have the right to feel good about myself! Let me go. I need to get dressed."

Before she could leave, my father grabbed her hand, pulling her close. "It's alright, Sunita," he said, his voice surprisingly gentle. 

"Wear what you want. Don't be mad baby. I accept your choice. I know you want to feel good about yourself and if this is what will make you happy then do it. Do it."

My dad had no choice at all. He didn't want a beautiful woman like mom to get angry with him or else she will leave him. He was not ready to be left by such a beauty.

Friends, I couldn't believe what just happened. How my mom became rude and shouted at my dad.

He gently kissed her head. "Just… go get ready my love, don't be mad, I love you" he whispered. "I'll be waiting for you."

My mother, still slightly agitated, mumbled, "Leave me. Let me get my makeup done," and slipped away into the bedroom.

I had never seen my mother act this way, so rude and rebellious against my father. She always followed the traditional rules, always listening to her husband, always prioritizing the family's needs over her own. 

But today, I saw a different side of her—a fiercely independent, assertive woman, determined to express herself, regardless of societal norms or her husband’s expectations. 

I honestly didn't know what had triggered this sudden change. Was this a result of Arjun Sir’s influence? Or was it something deeper? Why is my mom changing this fast?

I ran back to the sitting room, pretending I hadn’t overheard anything. A few minutes later, Mom emerged from her bedroom, her makeup flawlessly applied, her eyes sparkling with a confidence I’d never seen before.

"Mom," I urged her, "hurry up. We need to leave."

"I'm coming beta," she replied, her voice still tinged with a hint of defiance.

My father entered the sitting room, forcing a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. He'd allowed her to wear the outfit, but he clearly wasn't entirely happy about it. 

He'd accepted her choice, but it was evident that he was still somewhat uncomfortable with how much skin she was showing and how tight the dress was. 

Friends, just to be clear, this was not one of the dress she was given as a gift by Arjun Sir. Maybe she bought it for herself like months ago but definitely it was not Arjun Sir's gift.

Something told me maybe she was not going to please Arjun Sir, but maybe she was just ready to be appreciated not necessarily pleasing  someone.

Just then, Mom's phone rang. It was Jaya, Rahul's mother. Mom put it on speakerphone.

"Sunita, darling," Jaya's voice chirped, "where are you? We're all waiting!"

"We're just getting ready, Jaya," my mother replied. "We'll be there soon."

"Hurry up, then!" Jaya urged. "Don't be late for Priya's big night!"

I was shocked. Aunty Jaya would be there? This was unexpected. Aunty Jaya and Arjun Sir's secret affair had been cut short despite Arjun Sir fucking her previously. 

Arjun Sir’s intentions towards my mother made the presence of Jaya and her husband, Aarav, even more problematic. I needed to understand the dynamics of this unfolding situation.

"Mom," I interrupted, "don't hang up! Hello, Aunty Jaya! How are you? Will Rahul be there?"

"Rahul? Of course, sweetheart," Jaya responded cheerfully. "He wouldn't miss Priya's birthday for anything."

A surge of anger washed over me, a feeling I quickly masked. This bastard Rahul's presence was the last thing I wanted; it was my chance to get to Priya, his girlfriend. 

Even if it meant ruining my friendship with him, I wouldn't pass up the chance to be with Priya.

"Tonight," I told myself, my voice a low growl, "tonight, I'm taking her. Fuck you Rahul, I hate you. I hope you go away"


But about my mom. Could her choice of clothing be intentional? Was she actually trying to attract Arjun Sir’s attention, disregarding my father’s reservations? 

Was this more than just a simple desire for self-expression? I will find out.

[Blackdick11]

Superb...
I’m so excited for the party!

Let’s see if these two perverts Rajeev and Arjun sir manage to pull off their plans or not.

[Kundi lover]

I was expecting the transformation of sunita, but the moment it happened was not a mundane one because her husband just now returned from hospital after days. Also she was always hesitant from the beginning when she was having affair with suresh sir but eventually enjoyed the act of intercourse under the spell of suresh sir. Now the transformed sunita for arjun sir, unfettered from her hesitancy will now be super aggresive, kinky and will explore all sorts of fantasies to the core. It is going to be a feast for rajeev and all of us.