Adultery When Mother Strayed

[Mooni26]

Hi All
I am Shan from bangalore and this is my first story. This is about my mom Nisha.

Nisha is 45 years old, but she still looks good, I guess you could say she's got that 'milf' figure. Her skin is fair and she's got those curves that seem to attract every Tom, Dick, and Harry she crosses paths with. But the thing is, she's not exactly the sharpest knife in the drawer. She's uneducated, which makes her really easy to fool. And let me tell you, she's been through the wringer more times than I care to count because of it.

One hot summer afternoon, she comes into my room, fanning herself with a magazine and looking like she's about to melt. "Shan," she says, panting a bit, "the AC in my room isn't working. Can you do something?" She's wearing one of those sleeveless blouses that show off her arms, and I can't help but notice the sweat stains under her armpits. It's a common sight in our house during the summer months, but this time, it's more than just the heat that's bothering her.

"Yeah, sure, Mom," I reply, trying to sound as nonchalant as possible. I don't want to deal with her drama, but she's my mom and I can't ignore her. "I'll call the AC technician." She nods, smiling gratefully, and goes back to her room to wait.

While I'm searching for the number, she shouts from the other room, "Shan, make sure he comes soon. I can't take this heat!" I roll my eyes but dial the number for the AC service center. They promise to send someone over within the next hour. I hang up and text her the ETA. She sends a thumbs up emoji in response.

Sure enough, after about fifty minutes, the doorbell rings. I open the door to find a middle-aged man with a thick moustache and a pot belly spilling over his jeans. He's wearing a blue work shirt with the company logo on it, and he wipes the sweat from his brow with the back of his hand. "I'm Salman, the AC technician," he says with a toothy smile. "Where's the problem?"

I gesture towards Mom's room, and he waddles over with his toolkit in hand. She's sitting on the bed, fanning herself with a piece of cardboard, looking more than a little desperate for relief. "Your son said you're having AC trouble, madam?" he asks, his eyes sweeping over her.

Mom nods eagerly. "Yes, yes. It's not working at all!"

Salman sets down his toolkit and starts to examine the AC unit. His eyes flicker over to her and then back to the AC, and I can't help but feel a little uncomfortable with the way he's looking at her. But I figure he's just tired and the heat is getting to him too.

Mom gets up, smoothing out her blouse, which has stuck to her back with sweat. "I'll just go and make some lunch for us," she says, heading towards the kitchen. "You keep working, Salman. I'll call you when it's ready."

Salman nods, his eyes following her as she leaves. He's definitely checking her out, and I can't blame him. She's got that kind of body that makes heads turn. But I know what she's like, and I know she's oblivious to the effect she has on men. She's always been that way.

As Mom starts cooking in the kitchen, the aroma of spices and sizzling oil fills the air. It's comforting in a way, the familiar scent of home. But it does little to ease the tension I feel as I watch Salman work. There's something about the way he's moving around her room, touching her things, that just feels... wrong. Like he's not just there to fix the AC, but to fix his gaze on her too.

I try to keep my distance, not wanting to be caught up in whatever drama might unfold. But I can't ignore the way he keeps glancing at the bathroom door, as if waiting for something to happen. It's like he's got one foot in his job and the other in some kind of fantasy world where he's not just the technician, but something more.

Mom emerges from the kitchen, a plate of steaming rice and a bowl of sambar in her hands. She's wearing a loose t-shirt and a pair of shorts that show off her legs. I can see the outline of her panties through the fabric, and it hits me that she's not just my mom, but a woman with needs and desires. A woman who's been through enough to know what she wants. But also, a woman who's so trusting that she doesn't see the danger that might be right in front of her.

"Lunch is ready, Salman," she calls out, setting the plate down on the dining table. He wipes his hands on a rag and follows the scent of food, his eyes lighting up at the sight of the spread she's laid out.

"Thank you, madam," he says, sitting down heavily. "Your son said you're a good cook."

Mom blushes at the compliment and giggles. "Oh, I just know how to put a few things together." She sets a glass of water beside his plate and stands back, watching him eat.

As Salman digs into the food, I can see the tension in his shoulders relax. He's obviously enjoying the meal, and I can't help but feel a twinge of pride for my mom. Despite her... flaws, she's got a heart of gold. She really does take care of us.

After a few minutes, she says, "Shan, I can't take this heat anymore. I'm going to take a shower. Make sure Salman doesn't come into my room while I'm in there, okay?" She gives me a look that's half pleading, half commanding. It's clear she doesn't want to be disturbed.

"Sure, Mom," I say, trying to hide the concern in my voice. "I'll keep an eye on things here."

Mom nods and heads back to her room, closing the door behind her. I hear the sound of the shower turning on, and the hiss of water fills the quiet house. I sit down in the living room, pretending to watch TV but really keeping an ear out for any suspicious sounds. Salman finishes his lunch and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. He gets up from the table, stretching his back with a grunt.

"Your mom's a great cook," he says, his gaze lingering on the empty plate. "Best sambar I've had in ages."

I force a smile. "Yeah, she's pretty good in the kitchen."

Salman nods, his eyes glinting with something that makes me uneasy. "It's the simple things in life, isn't it?" He says, looking towards Mom's room. "Well, I'd better get back to work. Can't have her waiting in this heat, can we?"

I nod, relieved that he seems to be focusing on his job again. "Yeah, sure. Do you need anything?"

"Well, actually," Salman says, scratching his head, "my shirt's soaked through. Do you think I could borrow one of your dad's? I'd hate to get grease on this one."

I hesitate for a moment, not wanting to leave him unsupervised in the house, but the logic is sound. "Sure," I reply, getting up from the couch. "Let me grab one."

I make my way to Mom's room, trying to ignore the sound of the shower. The door is slightly ajar, and the steam from the bathroom is thick, making the room feel like a sauna. Her clothes are indeed in the laundry basket, and her towel is hanging outside the bathroom door, just as she'd left it. 



I grabbed the towel from the hook and handed it to Salman, feeling a strange sense of excitement at the thought of him using something so intimately connected to my mom. "Here you go," I said, trying to keep my voice steady. "It's the only clean one I could find."

Salman took it with a grateful nod. "Thank you," he murmured, his eyes flicking over the towel before he headed to the bathroom. The door closed behind him, and the sound of running water grew louder as he began to wash up.

I couldn't help but imagine him wiping down his sweaty body with the soft fabric that had only moments before been touching my mom's skin. It was a weird feeling, but it also made me feel... powerful, in a way. Like I was orchestrating a scene without him even knowing it.

The water stopped, and a moment later, Salman emerged, his chest glistening with droplets of water. He'd taken off his shirt, and the towel was barely covering his waist. He had a bit of a beer belly, but underneath, there were surprisingly muscular arms and a hairy chest. He saw me staring and gave me a sheepish grin. "Thanks, Shan," he said, patting his stomach. "Gets hot out there, doesn't it?"

I nodded, my heart racing as I took in the sight of him. "No problem," I replied, trying to act casual. "I'll let Mom know you're done with the AC."

As he went back to Mom's room to finish up, I couldn't shake the feeling that I had just set the stage for something that could potentially change our lives forever. And as much as I knew it was wrong, I couldn't help but feel a twisted kind of anticipation for what might happen next.

Feeling a strange mix of excitement and dread, I came out and called Salman's number, trying to keep my voice steady. "Hi, Salman," I said, once he picked up. "It's Shan. I just wanted to let you know that I'll be going out to catch a movie with friends. It's going to run late, so don't wait for me for dinner. Also, can you tell my mom after her shower that I won't be home until late?"

There was a slight pause on the other end, and I could almost hear the gears turning in his head. "Sure, Shan," he finally said. "I'll let her know. Is there anything else you need?"

"No, that's all," I replied, trying to sound nonchalant. "Just make sure the AC is fixed before you go."

"Don't worry," he assured me. "It'll be done before you get back."

We hung up, and I couldn't help but wonder what would happen in my absence. Would he take advantage of the situation? Would Mom even notice? Or would she be too lost in her own little world to care? Either way, the thought of him being in the house with her, alone and vulnerable, was like a ticking time bomb in my chest. And as much as I knew it was wrong, a part of me couldn't wait to hear the explosion.

My heart racing, I tiptoe outside to the back of the house, where Mom's room window is. The curtains are drawn slightly apart, allowing me a peek into the steamy room. Through the narrow gap, I see Salman standing on a table, the towel precariously perched around his waist. As he works on the AC, his body moves, and the towel slips, revealing his thick, hairy legs. But what really catches my eye is the unmistakable outline of his manhood pressing against the fabric. It's massive, even when soft, and my cheeks flush as I realize that the size of his cock is anything but soft. It's a sight I never thought I'd see, and I can't tear my gaze away.

He's clearly not shy, because he keeps reaching for his tools without bothering to cover himself, and each time he does, his towel shifts, giving me a tantalizing glimpse of his heavy, dark balls. The room feels hotter, and it's not just because of the lack of AC. I'm torn between the shock of what I'm doing and the morbid curiosity that keeps me glued to the spot.

As he stretches to reach a screwdriver, the towel droops even further, and I get a full view of his cock. It's massive, hanging there like a thick snake waiting to pounce. I swallow hard, my own cock stiffening in my pants. This is wrong, I know, but I can't help the perverted thrill that runs through me as I watch him, oblivious to my peering eyes.

Mom's shower is still running, and the sound of water splashing against the tiles mixes with Salman's grunts and the occasional clank of his tools. The anticipation in the air is palpable, and I feel like I'm about to witness something that will change the course of our lives. The question is, will it be for the better or worse?

But for now, I'm just a silent voyeur, watching as a man with a cock larger than any I've ever seen in person tinkers with the AC unit in my mom's room, unaware of the chaos his presence might bring.

The shower finally switched off, and the sound of the door opening made my heart pound. Mom emerged from the bathroom, her hair tied up in a towel, her body still glistening with water. She looked around the room, her eyes widening when she spotted Salman standing on the table, her own towel barely hugging his waist. For a moment, she just stared, frozen in shock. Then she opened her mouth to speak, but no words came out. Salman, equally surprised, stumbled over his own greeting, his hand shooting up to cover himself more. The tension in the room was thick, and I could feel it through the wall. Mom's eyes darted to the bathroom door, where she'd left her towel. 

Mom's eyes searched the room frantically, and she spotted the towel she'd left on the chair. She dashed over to it, wrapping it tightly around herself. Her face was a mix of shock and embarrassment. She looked like she was about to blow a fuse. "Shan!" she yelled out, her voice echoing through the house. "What's going on here?"

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Salman, who had been caught red-handed, or rather, red-faced, stuttered, "I-I'm just fixing the AC, madam. Your son said it's okay."

Mom's expression grew stormier by the second. "What do you mean he said it's okay? Did he tell you to take your shirt off and strut around here like a peacock?"

Salman looked genuinely confused. "He just said I could borrow a shirt. I didn't think-"

"Don't you dare come near me!" Mom snapped, her eyes blazing. She grabbed a spare towel and wrapped it around herself even tighter. "Turn around, I need to get dressed!"

Mom stomped over to the chair where her towel lay discarded, her eyes flickering from Salman's face to his makeshift loincloth. The moment she reached for the towel, her gaze fell upon the unmistakable sight of his engorged member. She gasped, her hand flying to her mouth as her eyes widened in shock. This wasn't just any dick; this was a monstrous, throbbing beast that seemed to defy gravity as it swung between his legs. Her cheeks flushed a deep shade of red, and she took an involuntary step back, the towel slipping slightly and exposing more of her ample breasts and thigh. It was clear from her expression that she had never seen anything quite like it before, and the sheer size of it seemed to paralyze her with a mix of fear and awe. Her eyes darted up to meet Salman's, and the look of mortification on her face was almost comical. She looked like she'd just walked in on a live porn shoot in her own home. But amidst the embarrassment, there was something else too - a spark of curiosity, as if she couldn't quite believe what she was seeing. She knew she should be disgusted, but instead, she felt a strange, inexplicable thrill. She'd always heard of men with "big" dicks, but she'd never imagined it could be this... overwhelming.

Salman, realizing the gravity of the situation, quickly turned around, his face a mask of embarrassment. "I-I'm sorry, madam," he stammered. "It was an accident."

Mom didn't respond, still processing the image burned into her retinas. She'd seen her fair share of cocks in her time - my dad's, of course, and a few of her ex-boyfriends' - but none had ever been so... impressive. Her heart was racing, and she could feel a warmth spreading through her body that had nothing to do with the heat outside. She knew she should be outraged, but the sight of him, standing there in her towel with his tool kit at his side, was doing things to her she hadn't felt in years.

With trembling hands, she snatched the towel from the chair and wrapped it around herself more securely. She took a deep breath and tried to compose herself. "Just... just get dressed and finish fixing the AC," she managed to say, her voice shaking. "And don't let this happen again."

Salman fumbled with the towel, trying to reposition it to cover himself more effectively. His hands were shaking slightly, and it was clear that the encounter had affected him too. As he turned back to the AC unit, Mom couldn't help but steal another glance at his now slightly covered crotch. To her surprise, she noticed that the towel was tenting outwards, as if something was pushing against it. She felt a sudden, inappropriate urge to reach out and touch it, to confirm that what she'd seen was real. But she didn't. Instead, she moved to the bed, her own towel slipping slightly as she sat down, exposing more of her thigh. She pretended to be engrossed in her phone, but in reality, she was watching Salman's every move. He worked with a newfound urgency, his eyes avoiding hers as he focused on his task. It was then that she saw it - the tip of his cock peeking out from the towel, thick and veiny, as if it had a life of its own. It was as if the fabric was straining to contain the beast beneath it. Mom swallowed hard, her own arousal building as she stared at the sneaky glimpse of his manhood. She knew she should be appalled, but instead, she was... intrigued. Her mind raced with thoughts she'd never entertained before, and she felt a strange, almost irresistible pull towards him. She told herself she was just curious, that it was the shock of seeing something so unexpected, but deep down, she knew it was more than that. It was as if Salman had brought a forbidden fruit into her house, and she couldn't help but want to take a bite.

Mom hurriedly got off the bed, trying to ignore the sudden thrumming in her chest as she approached Salman. She could feel the heat radiating off his body, and she had to resist the urge to reach out and touch him. He pointed at the tool he needed, and she bent over to grab it, her towel riding up and exposing the cheeks of her ass. She felt his eyes on her, and it only served to make her more self-conscious. As she handed him the tool, their fingers brushed, and she felt an electric charge shoot through her. She stepped back, her knees feeling wobbly, and tried to act as if nothing had happened. But the look on Salman's face told her that he had felt it too. His eyes lingered on her body, and she could see the hunger in them. She knew that she should be outraged, but instead, she felt... excited. The situation was spiraling out of control, and she was powerless to stop it. She took a deep breath, trying to regain her composure, but it was too late. The damage had been done, and she was acutely aware of his cock, which was now at eye level and begging for her attention.

As the house plunged into darkness, my heart skipped a beat. I had done it. The perfect opportunity had presented itself, and I couldn't resist the urge to stir the pot. I watched with bated breath as Mom's eyes went wide with shock, and she stumbled backwards. Her hand shot out to steady herself, and in a twist of fate, her trembling fingers grazed the head of Salman's cock. She gasped, her eyes going wide as she realized what had just happened. Salman, equally panicked, lost his balance and toppled backwards onto the bed, the towel finally giving way to reveal his full, erect length. Mom's knees buckled, and she tumbled towards him, the towel she was clutching around herself slipping away to reveal her naked body. Her breasts bounced as she fell, and I couldn't help but feel a strange mix of excitement and fear as their bodies collided. The room was silent except for the sound of their heavy breathing and the occasional clank of Salman's tools falling to the floor. In that moment, I knew that the line had been crossed, and there was no going back.

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Salman, equally panicked, lost his balance and toppled backwards onto the bed, the towel finally giving way to reveal his full, erect length. Mom's knees buckled, and she tumbled towards him, the towel she was clutching around herself slipping away to reveal her naked body. Her breasts bounced as she fell, and I couldn't help but feel a strange mix of excitement and fear as their bodies collided. The room was silent except for the sound of their heavy breathing and the occasional clank of Salman's tools falling to the floor. In that moment, I knew that the line had been crossed, and there was no going back.

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[nadia]

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