Adultery My Shy Mom Seduced And Fucked by Sir Suresh

[nadia]

NEXT LONG UPDATE COMING TOMORROW



For the meantime, this is my real mom and dad. This photo was taken before my mom met with Sir Suresh.

[Boobsucker1994]

How did she got design in between her breasts. In previous pictures no design in between her boobs... Also some jewel below her lower lip can be seen in the gif... While resisting at one point of time during back flipping of her head she smiled with lust... Still surprised how he changed such a traditional reserved wife to that extent...

Seems like arjun sir fucking made lot of changes in your mom's body... Her looks face changed from pure traditional in previous pictures to corrupted form in his fucking picture. Wow man really it seems like he transformed her a lot... Did her love for her husband still exist??? I doubt it... I wish arjun sir marry her soon... Story is interesting with real gif motion pics...

She is batting between devotion towards her husband and lust due to evil arjun fucking... I wish he possess her away completely from your dad...

[nadia]

CONTINUATION








"Come on, Sunita," Arjun sir instructed, lying down on the bed. "Get on top of me. Ride me." My mother didn't protest. 

There was no going back. She knew she had crossed a point of no return. Her earlier hesitation and moral reservations had completely dissolved.

"Wait," my mother said, her voice a little breathless. "Stop recording me. Please."

Arjun sir raised an eyebrow. "Why? What's wrong?" He sounded amused, not at all perturbed by her request. 

"I…I don't want to be recorded," my mother stammered. "It's… embarrassing. I'd rather this was our....I want it just between us please" 

Her tone was shy, almost childlike. It was a stark contrast to the confident woman who was now actively participating.

Arjun sir kissed her lips softly, he placed his phone facedown on the nightstand. "Happy now?" he murmured. My mother nodded, a small, almost shy movement.

She then climbed onto him, with a slight adjustment, she guided his penis into her pussy, and began to move rhythmically, up and down.






"Good girl," Arjun sir murmured, his voice laced with encouragement. "You're doing great Sunita. You're incredibly good at this. You're a a good slut." 

He reached up, gently cupping her breasts. "And your breasts… they're so soft. So smooth against my hands."

"Don't… don't pinch my nipples," my mother said, a little breathless. 

She could still feel herself falling deeper into this illicit act. She pushed away slightly to protest, but his grip was firm. She was still unsure if she was enjoying this.


Dear friends, my dad was in hospital for the second time not knowing that his wife is being fucked and cheating on him for the second time. It was so hot.



My mother’s movements became increasingly energetic. She was now really jumping up and down on his dick, his dick going deep inside her pussy, her passion taking over. 

She was completely lost in the experience. She seemed to have forgotten that she was cheating on my dad, consumed by the act. "Yes…yes…ooh yes aah fuck m ee aaahhh yess fuck mee aaoaaah aahhh yessssss ooooohhhhhh" she moaned.


Her words barely audible above the rhythmic sounds of the bed.

Arjun sir was clearly surprised by my mother’s enthusiasm. "Wow," he exclaimed. "I didn't expect this. You're really enjoying this, aren't you? You're amazing! You are talking dirty and I like it" 

He continued to encourage her, his words however, were laced with insults. 

"Faster… slut… that’s it… you’re so good, my little whore. Ride it like you want it so much, betray your husband who is in hospital
" He paused. "Do you like it when I call you names like slut and whore?"

My mother didn’t reply. She was lost in the moment, her body moving with increasing fervor. "Aaahhh Arjuuuunnn aahhh aaahhhh ssshhh oooooooohhhh"



Arjun sir, holding her big ass, assisted her rhythm, aiding her up and down movements. Her body was shaking with passion. She was moving so fast the bed was shaking. 



She was completely lost in this cheating sex, completely immersed in the moment. She had forgotten that she was a wife and mother, a woman bound by culture and tradition. She was now Arjun sir’s woman, completely transformed.


Dear friends, Arjun Sir was right, cheating sex is the best because it is so hot. This is because my mom knows that she is doing adultery and cheating on my dad but yet she is enjoying sex with another man and moaning.



"I’m… I’m about to cum," Arjun sir announced after 22 minutes of fucking her pussy, his voice tight with anticipation. To my shock and Arjun Sir's shock, my mother replied, "Cum inside me please, aaahh yesss cum inside me."


Dear friends, I didn't believe my mom was telling another man to cum inside her. I didn't believe this. My mom totally changed. She became shameful. She was no longer religious, she was not a slut of Arjun Sir.

How in the world can she tell another man to cum inside her when her husband is in hospital? Wooow! My mom really changed to a slut, I don't want to say slut but I have to. She was so shameful.


Arjun sir was clearly taken aback. "Are you sure?" he asked, his voice incredulous. "You really want me to cum inside you?"

My mother, her eyes closed tightly, nodded vigorously. "Yes," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "Please… please do it inside. I want it inside me." She was begging for the release, her desire palpable.

Arjun sir, still surprised, gave a warning. "I'm going to… I'm going to cum now." With a final, forceful thrust, he released his semen inside her pussy.

I heard a loud groan from Arjun Sir, "aarrggghhh ooh Sunitaaaa my love I am cumming aaaarrrgghhh"


I knew, without a doubt, that he had fulfilled his intention. "I… I can feel it inside me," my mother whispered, her voice laced with a mixture of surprise and pleasure. "You really filled me up you pervert"

"I'm so glad I cummed inside you my love, it felt so good," Arjun sir exclaimed, his voice filled with unexpected delight. My mother leaned over and kissed his head.

My mother got off him and collapsed onto the bed, both of them breathing heavily, their bodies flushed and sweating.  My mom came beside him, and kissed his lips.






After a few minutes, my mother got up and went to the bathroom. When she returned, Arjun sir asked, "Did you enjoy it, Sunita?"

My mother nodded.

"With words, darling," he insisted. "Tell me with words. Don't just nod."

"Yes," she replied, her voice still slightly breathless. "Yes, I did. But you are so crude"

They rested for a bit like 10 minutes and this man Arjun Sir wasn't finished with my mom yet.

"Good girl," Arjun sir said, a predatory gleam in his eyes. "Now, let's try your other hole." He showed her that he had already achieved another erection. His banana was hard, ready for his next conquest.


"Sunita," he called, using my mother's name with a playful lilt, "this charmingly beautiful asshole of yours needs some love."

"And why is that, Arjun?" she asked, her voice laced with gentle curiosity. 

She knew exactly what he meant, this man was going to fuck her asshole. I couldn't wait to see that fat ass which stinks, being used.

"Because," he declared with a grin, "I've fallen head over heels for its unique smell. It's got life, Sunita, real life. And I intend to make full use of this wonderfully ass of yours" 

Arjun, still smiling, leaned closer, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "Now, tell me, Sunita," he said, a playful glint in his eyes, "has this stinky asshole of yours ever been fucked before?"

"Arjun!" my mom exclaimed, she started resisting. "It's disgusting. The thought alone is enough to make me shudder. Besides, it would be far too messy." 


Dear friends, one thing for sure is that my mom really didn't like a dick in her asshole. You remember how she screamed when Sir Suresh fucked her asshole for the first time? Now Arjun Sir's dick is even bigger than Sir Suresh's.

So what does this mean? That dick of Arjun Sir will really stretch her asshole and she will scream really at the top of her voice.




Arjun raised a skeptical eyebrow. "Are you sure, Sunita? Positive? You wouldn't be lying, would you? I know you have a certain… fondness for taking risks, especially in your asshole" 

He knew she was lying, and the knowledge added a thrilling edge to their game. He knew that the sexy fat ass of my mom could never be left un-fucked.

"No, Arjun. That hole has remained untouched, please don't. I am not that kind of a woman. I am not ready please Arjun." My mom pleaded

I understood why my mother lied to Arjun. She didn't want him to think she was the kind of woman who’d let other men use her sacred asshole. She wanted Arjun Sir to think that she was a holy woman.

The truth was far more complex, a tangled mess of desires and guilt that she kept carefully hidden.

Arjun’s smile faded, his expression hardening slightly. "Sunita," he said, his voice low and commanding, "get on your knees." His tone held no room for argument.

"Arjun, no! Please, I’m not ready, not tonight" she pleaded, her voice trembling slightly. She knew what he wanted, the unspoken request hanging heavy in the air.

Arjun’s gaze remained unwavering. "Not ready? Why not? You've been anticipating this, haven't you, Sunita? We both know it. You knew very well that you only give your asshole to anyone who is special to you" 

"And I know I am special for you Sunita, so turn into doggystyle now", Arjun Sir demanded.


My mother wrung her hands. "Not for tonight Arjun It's… it's just… I…I don't feel like I am ready" 

She couldn't seem to find the words to express the conflicting emotions that warred within her.

Arjun's expression softened a fraction. "Sunita," he said, "for me to use your asshole, you don't need to be ready. It's about letting go, surrendering your asshole to me just as how you did with your pussy." 

Arjun reached into his trousers, producing a small bottle of oil. "I am always prepared," he murmured, a hint of a smirk playing on his lips. "Always have the right lubricant for that asshole of yours." 







"Sunita," Arjun continued, his voice low and intimate, "many men have desired to fuck your asshole, you know that?. They've all been captivated by its generous fatness." 



 He began to apply the oil to her asshole, his touch surprisingly gentle, rubbing the oil up and down on her asshole, slow strokes.

My mother jumped, a small, involuntary gasp escaping her lips. 

The coldness of the oil, the unexpected intimacy of the touch, it was… electrifying. 

"Why the jump, Sunita?" Arjun asked, his voice a low murmur, his eyes fixed on hers. 

"It's… cold, the oil" my mother managed to whisper, her voice trembling slightly.

Arjun chuckled softly. "Relax, Sunita," he said, his voice soothing. "I’m going to make you happier than your husband ever could. That husband of yours should just stay in hospital" 

His words were a bold promise, laced with a confidence that was both intimidating and strangely alluring. 

"A woman like you," he murmured, his voice low and intense, "shouldn't be satisfied only halfway. Every inch, every area… nothing should be left untouched." 


A sharp cry escaped my mother's lips. "Ouch!" she gasped, as Arjun Sir inserted his finger insider her asshole

"My love," Arjun said, his voice softening slightly, "let me do this slowly." 

He adjusted his position, his fingering gentler now, his movements deliberate. He enjoyed controlling the pace, fingering in and out of her asshole with his index finger.

"Slowly," my mother whispered, her voice barely audible.

"It's just my finger darling, you’ll be happy by the end of this night," he whispered, his words promising pleasure. 

"I'm better than your husband, Sunita. I’ll make you feel like a woman again after I fuck your asshole" 




"Spread your asscheeks baby," Arjun commanded, his voice low and firm. My mother, her infidelity a shameful secret, reached behind her and spread her asscheeks as instructed. 

The act was a stark betrayal, a visual representation of her disloyalty to my father.





"Like that," Arjun said, his voice unwavering. "And don't you let go. Hold it open for me, Sunita." His tone was a mixture of instruction and a subtle assertion of dominance.

"Yes," my mother whispered, a strange mixture of apprehension and eagerness coloring her voice. She knew she was doing something wrong, yet the forbidden thrill propelled her forward.



Dear friends, I watched, my disbelief palpable. My married mother was willingly submitting to this man, engaging in an act that violated the sanctity of her marriage. 

This was a violation of everything I had ever known about family, about trust, about the very foundations of my life. The scene seared itself into my memory.



Arjun began pushing his dick inside her asshole. The illicit affair had begun, the transgression unfolding before my very eyes.

"Sunita," Arjun asked,, "why are you pushing your asshole out? This isn't your first time, is it?" Arjun Sir asked her.

My mother winced, her breath catching in her throat. "It's my first time but… it's just… too big," she managed to whisper, her voice trembling. "I can't… I can't take it." 

Shame and fear battled with a strange sort of arousal. This forbidden act held a terrible allure.

"Relax, Sunita," he murmured, pushing gently but firmly. "It's alright. Just let go. Trust me. It'll feel good, I promise. I must fuck your asshole" He attempted to soothe her with words.

He started pushing inside her asshole again.

My mother's short gasps filled the air, aahhh oooh sshhh aaaaaaaaaaahhh", a mixture of pain and suppressed pleasure. "Take it slow," Arjun said, his voice softening. "Slowly now." He paused, giving her a moment to adjust.

"But it's so big," my mother protested, her voice strained. "I can't take it slow. It's… overwhelming." The size was indeed a significant factor in her discomfort. 

Arjun, understanding her struggle, offered reassurance. "Even the largest dick can go inside your asshole baby," he murmured, his words a blend of encouragement and a subtle reminder of his dominance. 

"Just relax, Sunita. Let yourself go."

My mother, unable to bear the pressure, began to shift forward, still on her knees.

"Sunita," Arjun said, "Stop moving. If you keep shifting, I'm going to have to do this the hard way." 

Her movements were hindering his efforts, adding to his frustration. He needed her to remain still, to cooperate.

With a powerful thrust, he pushed it in deep inside her asshole. His entire dick slid inside in one swift movement. 

My mother, drenched in sweat, screamed, "AAAAHHHH ARJUNNNNN OOOOOOOOHHHHHHH NOOOO NOOOOOOOOO NOOOO AAAAAAHHH"






"It's in, Sunita, just look at the camera" Arjun said soothingly. "It's all the way in. You don't need to scream." He attempted to comfort her, to calm her down.

My mom started to obey Arjun Sir and she started looking at the camera as he started fucking her asshole, her stinky asshole.

"I… I can't take it," my mother managed to choke out, her voice barely a scream.

Arjun congratulated her. "You did it, Sunita. You endured it. You're amazing. All women who take it in the ass are the real queens." 

"But… it hurts, aahh aahh sssshhh oooohhh Arjuuuunnn!!!" my mother pleaded, her voice laced with genuine pain. 

"Can we… can we pause for a little while?" She needed a moment to adjust, to reconcile the physical sensations with the emotional turmoil.

Arjun, his own pleasure building,  "We cannot pause, once we start, we don't go back Sunita. Don't worry about the pain, Sunita. It’ll pass. Just relax and let me… work with you." 

He attempted to reassure her, but his words lacked conviction. He knew it was hurting her.

He started fucking her very fast.




I understood that the size of his dick was a significant factor in her distress. It was simply too much for her.

"I can feel your asshole sucking my dick inside baby ,aaooohggh your asshole is so warm," Arjun murmured, a hint of excitement in his voice. 

"Even with how tight it is, it feels amazing." He was enjoying the intensity of the sensation of my mom's asshole.

My mother continued to moan, her body trembling. She instinctively tried to move again, her body seeking relief from the overwhelming sensation.

"Sunita," Arjun said, his voice firmer now. "I told you not to move an inch. Stay still." He needed her cooperation.

"I… I can't help it, aaaahh aaahhhhh " she whispered, tears welling up in her eyes. "It's… it's too much. I can't withstand it." The physical sensations were unbearable, pushing her to her limits.





I had never heard my mother shout so this much. The sound was raw, unrestrained. The forbidden act had pushed her to the very edge.

"Sunita," Arjun said, a hint of annoyance in his voice, "tone it down. It's bothering me. Stop shouting like a slut, you bitch" His own pleasure was being disrupted by her intense reactions.

"I'm sorry," my mother gasped, her voice strained. "But you have to understand… it hurts… it’s so…huge" She struggled to find the words to express the intensity of her sensations.

"Sometimes," Arjun said, a strange glint in his eyes, "those screams are music to my ears and big dick like mine are what women want, I know you don't want a small dick however much religious you are isn't it Sunita?" 

He began to move back and forth, slowly at first, then gradually increasing the pace. "Do you like it, Sunita?" he asked, his voice low and intimate. "Do you like my dick inside your smelly asshole?"

"No," she gasped, her voice barely audible. "Slow down… please slow down…" The intensity was overwhelming her.

"My dick will start smelling dirty and stinky just like your asshole" Arjun chuckled, finding amusement in her constant requests. " I have to do it fast baby, t's part of the fun, isn't it?"

"It's… it’s just too much, aaaahhh ooooooohh sssshhh oooh noo ooo aah" my mother managed to say, her voice choked with emotion.

"Shut up bitch, spread your asscheeks wide with both of your hands" Arjun Sir shouted at her

"Ok ok ok ok sorry aaaahhh ok but please....ahhh" mom replied.

He held her big ass to steady himself, his hands gripping her flesh as his dick dug deep inside her smelly asshole. 

He was mesmerized by the way her ass jiggled as he moved. I too, noticed it. Arjun, despite the illicit nature of their encounter, seemed genuinely captivated by my mother.





"I love how your big ass jiggles, Sunita, you are so wonderful," Arjun murmured, his eyes fixated on her body. "Push yourself back onto me." He wanted to deepen the penetration.

"I… I can't," my mother gasped, her voice strained. "I’m… I’m too… too… overwhelmed" She struggled to find the words to explain her physical limitations.

"Why not?" Arjun asked, his voice a mixture of curiosity and frustration.

"I’m… I’m too sore, I feel sore" she whimpered. 

Arjun, impatient, took matters into his own hands. He held her fat ass firmly, and began to move back and forth, his movements rapid and forceful. 

The pace was relentless. I couldn't believe my mother asshole was being fucked so rapidly. It was a scene of utter violation and forbidden pleasure and formidable anal sex.

My mother’s gasps and shouts filled the room, a cacophony of pain and a strange, unsettling pleasure. 

The act was a stark transgression, a blatant violation of her marriage vows. The scene was deeply disturbing, yet undeniably compelling.



"Arjun," my mother gasped, her voice breathless, "I need to go to the bathroom. It's urgent. I can't hold it any longer." The words were a desperate plea, interrupting the rhythm of their illicit encounter.



Dear friends, when my mom was begging Arjun Sir to go to the bathroom, I knew she wanted to shit. She couldn't stand the huge dick inside her asshole. The big cock of Arjun Sir was making her wanting to shit.

My father lay in the hospital, oblivious to the betrayal unfolding in our home. And the person betraying him is non other than the only woman he ever trusted all his life, my own mom.




"I… I really need to go to the toilet please," my mother stammered, her voice strained. The urgency was palpable; a physical need overriding the intense sensations of the moment. 

I suspected her shitty fluids from her asshole were coating Arjun Sir's dick. I knew thing were now getting really dirty back there although I didn't see it because from where I was watching from, mom was facing me.

So I didn't get to see how things were dirty between her asshole and Arjun Sir's dick. 


"Don't be embarrassed if your lovely shit coats my dick Sunita," Arjun said, his tone laced with a strange, detached amusement. 

He seemed to find perverse pleasure in the shitty anal sex, and even this unexpected interruption. He relished the forbidden nature of their encounter.

"Just… let me go, please" my mother pleaded, her voice strained. The religious beliefs that once governed her life seemed utterly absent in this moment of illicit pleasure. 

But Arjun, the man who had stolen my father’s wife, refused. "No," he said, his voice low and possessive. "I want to smell that stinky shit of yours, I want it. It adds to the experience." 

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. His words were degrading, a violation of everything I held dear. My mother's body, her intimacy, was being reduced to a source of crude pleasure for this man.

The betrayal of my father was profound.

"It's… it's disgusting," my mother protested, her voice filled with revulsion. "It's not… it's not something to be… enjoyed. It's unhygienic and disrespectful." 

She tried to express her discomfort and disgust, the violation of her own sense of decency.

Arjun chuckled, a low, rumbling sound. "I'll teach you about dirty things, Sunita," he said, his voice smooth and condescending. "Sometimes, being clean is just boring. It's about embracing the raw, unrefined shit." 



Then a heavy, stinky odor of my mom's shit filled the room, a sickeningly sweet stench that hit me with full force. 

I knew then, with sickening certainty, that she was shitting during anal sex and she couldn't control her anus opening. Her shit was just coming out because Arjun Sir's dick was stretching her asshole.

"I can see your brown shit, Sunita, keep shitting on my dick while I fuck your asshole baby aaarrggh yes yes keep going, spread your asscheeks more yes like that aarrrgghh" 

Arjun said, his voice devoid of any empathy. He seemed almost gleeful, as if the act itself was enhancing his enjoyment. He clearly reveled in her discomfort and shame.

"Please… stop this dirty activity aaahhhhhh aaahhhhh," my mother pleaded, her voice laced with embarrassment and genuine distress. She was clearly uncomfortable, ashamed, yet trapped in this shitty scenario.

I saw her sweating and her body trembling. Her desperation was heartbreaking. "Please… I beg you… let me go, aarrghh aarrgghh aaaaahhhh" she moaned, her body was betraying her shame.




The disloyalty was complete, the betrayal absolute. My mother, my father’s wife, was here, cheating on him while he lay sick in the hospital. 

And yet, for some perverse reason, the shit smell, sickening odor seemed to excite Arjun further. The situation was utterly disgusting.

"But it's sweet, Sunita," Arjun said, his voice low and seductive. "The smell of your shit it’s intoxicating. It's a good fragrance. Without you shitting on my dick, I cannot enjoy fucking your asshole" 

He justified his actions, rationalizing his cruelty, using words to diminish the violation.

My mother moaned, gasping for air. "Aaaahhh aahh ah h ah oooohhhh You're out of your mind," she whispered, her voice filled with a mix of revulsion and a strange, forbidden pleasure. 

I knew the bed was going to break under the weight of the intense, uncontrolled movements. 

My mother, in her desperation, was oblivious to everything else. My father’s illness, his vulnerability – it meant nothing to her in this moment. She was entirely consumed by the illicit affair with Arjun. 

The betrayal was complete.

The room was now really smelling of my mom's brown shit. My mother was clearly uncomfortable with the smell of her own shitty secretions. 

The scene was utterly smelly and I was enjoying it while rubbing my dick.






After exactly forty minutes of Arjun Sir relentless fucking my mom's asshole, I heard him, the man engaged in this illicit affair with my father’s wife, announce, 

"Sunita, I'm about to release. I am going to cum in your asshole baby, aarrgh be ready aaahh" 


His voice was strained, a mixture of exertion and anticipation. The air was thick with the shitty stinky but sweet smell of my mother’s shit.

To my astonishment, my mother begged him, "Just finish, Arjun. Please, just finish it. I’m so tired, so utterly fed up with this whole thing. This smell… this sticky mess… I can’t take it anymore." 


She was clearly exhausted, both physically and emotionally, overwhelmed by the act and the lingering, sickening odor.

"I want to go to the bathroom," she continued, her voice strained. "I need to clean myself. Just get it over with, please." 

Her desperation was palpable. The forbidden act, initially exciting, had become a source of profound discomfort.

The scene, despite its illicit and unsettling nature, was strangely exciting to me. 

I couldn’t understand why. Perhaps maybe Arjun sir taught me this dirty and pervert activity. Whatever the reason, I found myself strangely captivated.

"It's coming, aarrghh I am about to cum baby aaahh Sunitaaa Sunitaaaaaaa," Arjun grunted, his breathing ragged, his voice thick with exertion. 

He was gaining momentum, nearing his release. His breaths were short, sharp gasps, punctuated by grunts of effort.


Dear friends, with each stroke, he was pushing his dick deeper into the depths of my mom's asshole, he was really going deep inside her asshole. Actually, that is why she was shitting.

This is because his dick was so long and it was reaching her anus, where her shit are stored and it was pumping and digging that region. Oohh this is soo good and shitty.

 


Their bodies hit against each other with a rhythmic force, a collision of flesh and sweat. His groin hitting against her ever-shaking fat ass.


Then, with a loud, guttural sound, he cummed inside her asshole. He looked up at the ceiling, grabbing my mother’s wide asscheeks, letting out a series of muffled noises. 

"Arrgggh Sunitaaaaaa!! I am cummmiinnnggagg inside your asshole"

My mother gasped, “Oh God…” The sound was a mixture of pain, relief, and a strange, unsettling pleasure. "Arrrggghh I am cumming Sunitaaa aahhh yess this is soo good aaahhh"

Arjun Sir groaned. My mom then replied with a moan, "aaaaahhh aahhhh aaahhh ssshsh ooooooohh"

"Sunita tell me where my cum is going aaaahhhh", Arjun Sir asked my mom.

"Stop aaahhh stop asking me this stupid questions just finish Arjun please", my mom replied.

"Answer me bitch, now! Where is my cum going", Arjun Sir asked again.

"Aaaah in my ass,,, your cum is in my asshole" My mom replied.



Dear friends, just look at what kind of a person my once religious mom has been turned into.




He quickly removed his dick after depositing his cum inside her shitty asshole. It was coated, thick with her shitty secretions; a disturbingly visceral testament to their forbidden encounter.

Arjun, looking down at his dirty stinky cock, exclaimed, "Wow. I didn't expect that much. You really shitted on my dick you slut oohh but it is so good and smelly, you are the best my love, Sunita, I love you" 

"You are so beautiful Sunita and also your brown shit on my dick is as well beautiful"


His surprise was evident, a mixture of shock and a perverse kind of excitement. The sheer amount of her shit coating him was unexpected.

My mother, turning back to look at the mess she has done on his dick, her face flushed with shame, mumbled, "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to, I warned you Arjun" The guilt was etched onto her face. 

Arjun, dismissing her apology, said, "Go. Run to the bathroom. You've been wanting to for ages." He didn't appear to find her shame at all disturbing



My mother, scrambling off the bed, ran to the bathroom. 



As she ran, some of her shit, escaping her loose asshole, fell to the floor, creating a sticky trail. The sight, somehow, filled me with a strange, unsettling excitement. I couldn't explain the feeling.

Arjun, sitting up on the bed, clearly exhausted, shouted, "Sunita, bring me some water after you finish shitting!"

"Wait," I heard my mother reply from the bathroom. "I need to take a bath first."

I was shocked that Arjun didn’t even bother to clean himself. His cock, still slick with my mother’s shit, lay beside him. 

The lingering, smelly odor filled the room. I couldn’t understand his apathy; his lack of concern for basic hygiene was repulsive. The entire scene was sickening.


Dear friends, if I am following Arjun Sir's behaviour, does it mean  I will also do this shitty stuff with Priya?



I saw some of my mom's shit on the bedsheet. My mother, the woman who once held strong religious beliefs, the woman who had betrayed my father, emerged from the bathroom with a glass of water. 

She saw Arjun still lying there, his dick unwashed, coated in her shit.

"Arjun," she said, her voice tight with disgust, "you really should wash yourself. That's… that’s just disgusting." She was clearly uncomfortable with the situation. She was still ashamed of her own actions.

Arjun, stretching lazily, responded, "I want to sleep like this. Let the scent remind my time with you." His words were callous, revealing his dismissive attitude toward hygiene and the seriousness of the situation.

My mother was shocked. "No," she insisted. "You absolutely cannot sleep like that. It’s unsanitary. At the very least we must change the bedsheet, we cannot possibly sleep here like this." 

She still held a sliver of her moral compass. The act of betrayal was complete, yet she still seemed to hold on to a fraction of her sensibilities.

"That's what married couples do," Arjun said, a smug grin spreading across his face.

"I'm not your wife," my mother retorted sharply, her voice filled with a newfound defiance. 

"Soon, you will be," Arjun replied, his tone confident, bordering on arrogant. The words were audacious.



"At least change the bedsheet," my mother insisted, her voice laced with desperation. "We can’t possibly sleep in this mess." Her shame was profound. 

Arjun Sir telling her that she should sleep with her with her shit on his cock.






Arjun simply woke up, took the glass of water from her hand, and drank it down in one gulp. He held her hand, attempting to pull her closer. My mother quickly jerked her hand away.

"Don't touch me," she snapped, pulling her hand away. "Go wash yourself. And then, you need to leave my house" 

The finality in her tone shocked me. She seemed angry.

"Leave?" Arjun roared, his voice explosive. "What? After all this… the intimacy, the connection…?" He clearly hadn't anticipated her sudden change of heart.

"Go to the bathroom and wash yourself," my mother repeated firmly. She even tried to pull him toward the bathroom, but he pulled her back onto the bed. The bed was a sticky, disgusting mess of chocolate.

"This," Arjun exploded. "This is your mess Sunita. We should embrace this mess. We should challenge ourselves to sleep like this tonight. To create a bond." He seemed obsessed with the "mess" they had created.

"No! This is your fault," my mother sobbed, her voice breaking. "You’re the one who has done this to me. You’ve corrupted me." She blamed him for her illicit behavior.

"Nonsense," Arjun retorted. "You're the one who sought this out, who craved this. YOu are the one who accepted the panties and bra I gave you as a gift, you whore!" He attempted to shift the blame back onto her.

I looked at his dick, still stinky with mom's shit, and couldn't believe he was actually considering sleeping like that. I couldn't believe the depths of depravity Arjun had dragged my mother into. 

He grabbed my mom and forced her to sleep with her in that dirty bed and his dirty dick.

The woman I knew to be religious, the woman who held strong moral values, was now going to sleep in filth. The sight was deeply disturbing, a stark representation of the moral decay that had taken over her life. 

It was a complete loss of her identity, of her principles, of her very self. The thought chilled me to the bone. The religious woman I once knew seemed to have completely vanished. This was a different woman entirely; someone lost and broken.


In the morning................................

[rodrigo_]

Hot ?

[Boobsucker1994]

Update was very hot...
But since the fucking is from back your mom face is not visible that much in this update...her expressions can't be seen during fucking...

Eagerly waiting for the video link...

[opendoor]

Suneetha

[meetsriram]

Super update, waiting for son turn to take on his mom

[Hot mom lover]

Fabulous update. Keep going.

[Boobsucker1994]

What report???

Any update tonight???

Very much excited to see what happens next???

Let's see what wins among both
her love towards her husband or arjun sirs evil dick...

[nadia]

What report???

Any update tonight???

Very much excited to see what happens next???

Let's see what wins among both
her love towards her husband or arjun sirs evil dick...

Update coming tomorrow! Stay Tuned!

[nadia]

Fabulous update. Keep going.

glad you liked it

[nadia]

CONTINUATION






I woke up the next morning and went to the sitting room. Mom wasn't there, not at her usual spot, cooking. Of course how could she wake up after Arjun Sir fucked her the whole night?


I knew where she was, so I went directly to her bedroom, knowing Arjun Sir had spent the night there, enjoying her holes, especially her asshole.

I knocked on the door, and after a moment, Mom opened it, still wearing her satin dress from the previous evening.

Mom - "Good morning, beta. Mujhe umeed nahi thi ki tum itni subah uthoge. Kya tum achhi neend le paaye?"
("Good morning, beta. I didn't expect you to be up so early. Did you sleep well?")

Me - "Subah khair, Maa. Main theek thaak soya, lekin main soch raha tha ki aap kahan thi. Maine aapko kitchen mein nahi dekha."
("Morning, Mom. I slept okay, but I was wondering where you were. I didn't see you in the kitchen.")

 I replied, trying to sound casual despite the heavy feeling in my stomach.

Mom - "Oh, main... main bhi abhi uthi hoon."
("Oh, I… I just woke up myself.")

she said, avoiding my gaze. There was a noticeable nervousness in her demeanor that she usually didn't display.

Me - "Raat kaisi thi, Maa? Aapne achhi neend li?"
("How was your night, Mom? Did you sleep well?")

I asked, trying to keep my tone light, despite the suspicion forming in my mind

Mom - "Thik thi... shukriya."
("It was… fine, thank you.")

She shifted her weight from one foot to the other, and her eyes darted away from mine, as if seeking an escape from my gaze. 

Mom - "Sab thik hai na, beta. Chinta mat karo."
("Everything is alright, beta. Don’t worry.")

Me - "Arjun Sir kahan hain?"
    ("Where's Arjun Sir?")

 I asked, trying to keep the question casual, despite the obvious answer. I knew he'd spent the night in her room.

She hesitated, her eyes widening slightly. 

Mom - "Wo subah jaldi nikal gaye. Unhe ek bahut zaroori meeting thi."
("He left early this morning. He had a very important meeting.")


"Are you absolutely sure, Mom?" I pressed gently, my voice expressing my doubt. "He didn't mention anything to me last night, and it seems awfully early for him to be gone."

"Yes, I'm sure," she said, her voice firmer this time, but her eyes still betrayed her nervousness. 

"He left before I even woke up. He didn't want to disturb me. He's very considerate, you know." She forced a smile, but it looked strained.

The room still was still smelling like of mom's shit from yesternight. This is because Arjun Sir didn't wash his dick which was dirty with mom's shit. 


She stinky shitty smell hung heavy in the air, a silent testament to their night together. It was almost suffocating.

"Okay, Mom," I said, trying to sound unconcerned, but my voice trembled slightly. 

"I’ll go get some breakfast at a restaurant then." I needed to get out of the house. I couldn’t stand to be around the overwhelming evidence of their affair any longer.

"No, beta, please wait," she pleaded, her voice laced with desperation. "I’ll make you breakfast. Just give me a few minutes to get myself ready."

"It's okay, Mom. Really," I insisted gently. I knew I had to leave her with Arjun Sir, to allow them to continue their illicit affair without my being present. 


"Please, beta," she persisted, her voice trembling slightly. "Please stay. I’ll make you something nice. I’ll even make you your favorite pancakes."

"It's okay, Mom," I said softly. "I'll be back later. I'm going to see Dad at the hospital." I wanted to leave before the situation became even more unbearable.

"Yes, alright," she said, seeming relieved. "I'll go see your father later too, in a few minutes. I just need to… tidy up a bit first."

"See you at the hospital then, Mom," I said, offering a small, strained smile. "Take care."

"You too, beta," she whispered, her eyes brimming with unspoken emotion.

I went to a restaurant and then headed to the hospital to see Dad. On my way, I heard someone calling me and then a car horn. Looking up, I saw Sir Suresh's car. He was waving me over. 

I didn't believe it was him. I wondered what is he doing in Pune.

"Hello, beta!" Sir Suresh greeted me enthusiastically, a bright and unexpected cheerfulness in his voice. "How are you, my boy? It's been too long. How's your mother doing?"

"Hello, Sir," I replied, my voice a little more subdued than usual. "I'm fine, thank you. And Mom is… fine." I felt a deep-seated unease.

"It's good to see you, beta," he continued, his tone warm and friendly. "Nice to see you. I have some news, you see, some interesting developments in my business."
 
"When did you get back to Pune, Sir?" I asked, my curiosity piqued. His return seemed unexpectedly swift.

"Just yesterday evening, beta," he replied, his smile widening. "Had a rather urgent business trip, you see, something that simply couldn't be delayed. Needed to get back as soon as possible. But the business is settled now." 

He seemed almost overly eager to explain.

“I would be delighted to explain as I have a lady friend I'd like you to meet." His voice made it sound more than "a lady friend."

As I stood outside his car, I saw a woman sitting beside him in the car. She was strikingly beautiful, with elegant features and captivating eyes, looking to be around 30 years old.

"Ah, beta, this is Hareeta," Sir Suresh said, his tone now more formal, introducing the woman with a flourish. 

"Hareeta, this is the son of my old friend. A fine young boy, he is, a true credit to his family. You can call him Rajeev." He seemed proud to make the introduction.

Hareeta was undeniably beautiful. Her features were exquisite, her smile radiant, and her manner was both elegant and welcoming. She radiated confidence and charm. She was around 40 years of age.

"It's a true pleasure to meet you, beta," Hareeta greeted me warmly, her voice soft and melodious. 

"Sir Suresh has told me so much about you and your family. He is a good friend and always speaks fondly of you." She reached out to shake my hand. Her touch was confident, warm, and somehow reassuring.




"The pleasure is all mine," I replied, slightly flustered by her beauty and grace. "It's… unexpected to meet you, madam." I felt my cheeks redden under her captivating gaze.

"Please, call me Hareeta," she said, smiling gently. "And tell me about yourself, beta. What do you do? Are you studying?" She was remarkably engaging.

"I'm studying," I replied, happy to be distracted from my concerns. "And you, Madam, Hareeta? What brings you to Pune?"

"I'm visiting my husband, a very short visit," Hareeta explained. "Sir Suresh has been most kind in giving me a ride to the airport. I have a flight this afternoon."

"Ohh that's nice. What about you sir! Are you going home, Sir?" I inquired, my mind still attempting to process the unexpected encounter.

"No, beta. Not quite yet, I don't have plans yet" Sir Suresh chuckled. "Hareeta here is actually the wife of Arjun Sir, and she's going to meet him. You remember Arjun Sir, my boss right?" he asked me.

"Yes yes, I remember", I replied.


picture sharing


Dear friends, at last, I got to see the wife of Arjun Sir and she is quite beautiful too. She looks quite young too despite her 40 years of age.




"It was a pleasure meeting you both," I said, wanting to disengage from their vague conversation before the awkwardness grew too heavy. I needed to get to Dad.

"Are you sure you don’t need a lift, beta?" Sir Suresh asked, his tone polite but firm. 

"Yes, Sir. I’m quite sure. I prefer to walk. Thank you," I replied, anxious to escape the situation. Something told me that something was going on between Hareeta and Sir Suresh.

Before I left, Hareeta reached into her purse and produced a large, beautifully wrapped chocolate. It was quite expensive-looking, unlike any chocolate I had seen before.

"Here, beta," she said, offering it to me with a warm smile. "A small token of our unexpected meeting. It’s my favorite kind. I hope you enjoy it."

"Oh, thank you, Madam," I said, taking the chocolate. "That’s very kind of you. It’s a pleasure to meet you, too."


Dear friends, have you noticed the word "chocolate" featuring in this story coincidentally? At first, the word chocolate appeared when Arjun Sir explained to me that Jaya's shit, which covered his dick, was chocolate.

And secondly, Hareeta giving me chocolate bar as a gift. What does this mean? Well it's you friends to figure it out.



"The pleasure was all ours, beta," she said, her smile warm and captivating. "We look forward to meeting again. Goodbye."

With a final wave, Sir Suresh and Hareeta drove away, leaving me more confused than ever. 

Their secretive conversation, their mysterious relationship, and the expensive chocolate were all unsettling. My mind raced as I continued my walk to the hospital.

After I walked a few meters, just then, I accidentally looked behind me and I saw both of them parked just outside a grand hotel. Both of them exited the car and I saw them entering the hotel together. 

I didn't bother much of their meeting, I just assumed it was related to business.



As I walked, my phone rang. It was Arjun Sir.

"Hello, beta," he greeted me, his voice smooth and confident, yet a sinister undercurrent ran beneath his words. "Good morning beta, I wanted to check in on how you are doing."

"Hello, Sir," I responded, trying to keep my tone neutral. "I'm fine, thank you. Did you… enjoy your night with my mom?" I asked, unable to keep the question back.

"Immensely, beta," he replied, a smug satisfaction in his tone. "Your mother is… remarkable. She's vibrant, passionate, and full of life. She brought me incredible joy." 

His words were a nauseating testament to his disregard for my family.

"What are you doing now, Sir?" I asked, trying to maintain a calm facade that I did not feel.

"Well, beta," he said, a slyness underlying his words. "I was hoping for another… fucking session… with your mother this morning, before I go for business meeting" 

His casual reference to my mother was appalling.

"But she must be exhausted," I said, my voice rising slightly. 

"Hahahahah! How can you even consider that, sir? She needs rest. You were fucking her the whole night. She may be tired or even need some time to recover." I couldn't help but express my astonishment.

"It's not about strength, beta," he said dismissively. "It's about the sheer vitality and energy that your mother possesses. She re-energizes me, gives me new life. I love her so much and her sweet holes" 

His self-absorbed perspective made me want to scream.

"Enjoy yourself, then," I said, my voice dripping with sarcasm, unable to hold back my contempt.

"I intend to, beta," he replied, his voice laced with a disturbing confidence.

I hung up, feeling a wave of nausea wash over me. I knew my mother was completely under his sway, and there was nothing I could do to stop it.





At the hospital, I found Dad in his ward.

"Dad!" I greeted him, trying to keep the turmoil in my heart hidden. "How are you today?"

"Hello, beta," he replied, looking pale and weary. "I'm… okay. But I'm worried about your mother. I tried calling her last night, but she didn't answer. I was worried something was wrong." 

His voice was tinged with concern, worry and even a hint of fear.

"She might have been sleeping early," I said weakly, unable to bring myself to tell him the truth. The lie felt heavy on my tongue, and I wanted to tell the truth, but I knew what he might do.

"That's unusual," he said, his brow furrowed in concern. "She always calls me before she goes to bed. It’s our little ritual. It always makes my night a little less lonely." 

He paused, his eyes clouding with sadness. "It was a bit of a cold night, maybe she was just tired." His voice implied a deeper worry.

"Maybe she was just very tired," I suggested, hoping he wouldn't press further. "I'll call her. I'm sure everything is okay."

"No, let me call her," he insisted gently. "I want to hear her voice. I need to know she's alright." His voice was laced with a worried plea.

I felt a knot of dread tighten in my stomach. I knew what Arjun Sir is fucking my mom now. 

I tried to dissuade my father, to suggest waiting a little longer, but my voice caught in my throat. Some instinct told me to let it happen, to let my father hear for himself.

Dad dialed Mom's number. At first, no one answered. He tried again.

"Why isn't she answering?" Dad muttered, anxiety evident in his voice. His eyes were full of worry and a growing fear that something is happening. 

He tried again. This time, Mom picked up. He immediately put the phone on speaker.

"Hello?" Dad's voice was full of concern and a hint of desperation. I could feel his growing concern through the phone.

I heard my mother's voice, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps. Her voice was strained, and there was an obvious tremor.

"Hello? Sunita, can you hear me?" Dad asked again. His voice was filled with a pleading worry.

" Aaahh sshsh ooohh Yes," she replied, her voice a barely audible whisper. 

Her tone was strained and uncomfortable, leaving no doubt in my mind that Arjun Sir was fucking her. The sounds in the background only added to the dreadful tension in the room.

"Hello? Is everything alright, my love? Can you hear me?" Dad asked again, his voice filled with a growing alarm.

"Oohh please not in my backhole aaahh......yes my love Arvind I can hear you," she replied again, her voice barely audible, even more strained than before. 





"Are you sure you're alright, Sunita? You sound… uncomfortable," Dad said, his voice laced with concern.  "Is there anything I can do to help?"

"Yes, I'm fine, dear, Aaahhh sshh ooooohhhh" Mom replied, her voice still slightly strained. "Just a little… exercise. Nothing to worry about. It's nothing serious. It will be gone soon." 

She sounded unconvincing.

Suddenly, Mom blurted out, "Please, Arjun, don't force it in that hole, please not in the back again please!" She forgot herself that she was speaking to my dad, a slip of the tongue that exposed her deceit.

"Arjun?" Dad asked, his voice sharp with sudden suspicion. "Is Arjun there with you, Sunita?" He sounded bewildered and worried. The words hung in the air, heavy with unspoken implications.

Mom faltered, caught completely off guard. She scrambled to recover, her mind racing to concoct a lie. "Yes… yes, he is," she stammered, her voice betraying her nervousness. 

"He's aahhh sshhh,,,oooh.. wait.. he is helping me with my exercise. He's giving me a ways to do it. That's all." Her explanation was weak and improbable, far too flimsy to be believable.

"Helping you with your exercise?" Dad questioned, his voice laced with a mixture of suspicion and confusion. "By… forcing something in?" He was struggling to understand. 

"What exactly is he forcing in, Sunita? What are you talking about? hehehehehe, you are really funny my love" His worry was visible in his questioning tone.

"It's… it's a special kind of exercise," Mom said, her voice trembling slightly. "A traditional… Indian exercise technique. He knows what he's doing. It's nothing improper, I assure you." 



Dear friends, I knew Arjun sir was fucking my mom in the ass, that was the real exercise they were doing. And my dad is laughing thinking that everything is fine.

This man Arjun was just in love with my mom's stinky asshole he fucked it last night and he is fucking it right now in the morning. That is the reason why my mom said to Arjun Sir "please not in the back".

But my dad doesn't know that his wife's asshole, which he never used, was now being used by Arjun Sir. Friends, I was sure my mom's asshole was loose by now. It is no longer tight. It was used so much.




She tried to sound convincing, but she lacked conviction. The obvious lie did not sit well with her, but she continued to attempt to conceal the truth.

"I'd like to speak with Arjun, I miss him" Dad said, his voice calm but firm. "I respect him greatly. He is my very good friend." 

There was a slight pause, followed by the rustling sound of bedsheets and muffled whispers between my mom and Arjun Sir.

"Yes… yes, of course,aaaahh sshhh ooohh" Mom replied, her voice barely a whisper, punctuated by rapid breaths. Her words were strained and clearly fabricated.

Arjun Sir, his voice panting, answered the phone. "Hello… Arvind?" he greeted Dad, his voice out of breath.

"Hello, Arvind," Arjun said, still panting. "I'm… I'm fine, thank you. How are you feeling today? I hear you're recovering." His voice was disjointed, struggling to maintain its composed pretense.

"I'm okay, my friend," Dad replied, his tone still cautious. "But… you seem out of breath. Are you alright?" His question held concern, but also a hint of suspicion.

"Oh, I'm perfectly fine, Arvind," Arjun Sir replied confidently, attempting to conceal his actions of fucking my mom. He was actually breathing fast because he was sodomizing my mom. 

"I've just… been exercising. A bit of a strenuous workout. I was just helping Sunita with her workout as well." He laughed nervously.

"Exercising?" Dad inquired, his suspicion growing. "You're helping Sunita with her workout? It’s really commendable of you, my friend, to help your friend’s wife in such a manner."

I could hear my mom moaning, and the bed shook slightly. The sounds could be heard through the phone.

"Yes, aaarhhhh sshh ooohhhhhh, yes Arvind," Arjun Sir responded, his words punctuated by strained breaths. "Sunita's been feeling a little… stiff, you know. aaarrghghh ooohhhh"

"And this little exercise helps to relieve her discomfort. She's a bit…enthusiastic, perhaps too enthusiastic for her own good." He chuckled again, this time nervously.

"She sounds rather… breathless and her screams, hehehehe, she doesn't really exercise that much," Dad commented, a hint of amusement in his voice. "Is she… perhaps… overdoing it?"

A sharp thap thap thap sound, like flesh hitting against flesh, came through the phone. I knew he was fucking my mom's asshole so fast and hard and also rapid like yesternight.

"What's that sound, Arjun?" Dad asked, his voice now tinged with alarm.

Arjun Sir let out a short, slightly nervous laugh. 

"Oh, that's nothing, Arvind, aaahh saarrgghhh " he chuckled. "Just… uh… some… enthusiastic… movements your wife is making" His voice was far too casual given the sounds he could not conceal.

"Your wife is really nice in giving me her....back...backho...I mean her expression of good exercise", Arjun sir said. He almost forgot himself.

Mom suddenly snatched the phone from Arjun Sir. Her voice was tight with panic.

"My love… I have to hang up," she screamed, her voice laced with terror and a desperate need to end the call.

"Sunita? What's wrong? Why are you screaming, is the exercise so much?" Dad asked, instantly alarmed. His concern was genuine and apparent in his voice. He was completely oblivious to the truth.

"Aaahhh aaahhhh It's… it's nothing, dear," she said, her voice still trembling. "Arjun… just… startled me. I'm… really fine." She quickly hung up, cutting off the conversation abruptly.

Dad looked at me, his expression a mixture of confusion and unease. "Was Arjun… doing exercise with your mother before you left the house?" he asked, his eyes searching mine.

"Yes, Dad," I replied, my heart heavy. "They were… busy." I couldn’t bring myself to use the word ‘intimate’. I let the unspoken implications hang in the air.

"Busy?" he repeated, his voice thoughtful. "Well, that explains it, I suppose. Arjun’s a good man. A very responsible fellow." 

He seemed completely oblivious to the depth of Arjun’s betrayal. He was praising a man who was having an affair with his wife.

I stayed with Dad for a while before heading off to Arjun Sir's house. He'd told me Priya would be home alone. Priya, Rahul's girlfriend, and the object of my forbidden desires.

I rang the doorbell. Priya opened the door. She still didn’t seem to like me, still harboring resentment for our past encounter.

"What do you want?" she asked, her voice curt and unfriendly. She made it clear she did not want to see me.

"I miss you," I said, "I just wanted to see you." My words felt lame and unconvincing even to me. "It’s been too long."

"I’m not interested," she retorted, her tone cold and dismissive. "I don't have time for this, and you know that." She seemed resolute in her rejection.

"Priya," I pleaded, "it's not fair to keep me outside like this. Let me in. Please." My voice held a desperate plea.

She seemed to hesitate, her gaze flickering for a moment. “Fine,” she sighed. “But on one condition: you don't touch me.”

"Okay my love," I said quickly, eager to accept her terms.

She unlocked the door, and I stepped inside. She immediately locked it behind me. 

She was wearing a white home dress that ended just above her thighs, revealing her long, shapely legs. I couldn’t help but admire her figure. She was undeniably attractive.




She headed straight towards her bedroom.

"Hey, Priya," I called after her, "why are you running away? Why are you leaving me alone in the sitting room?" My tone was a little bolder now.

"What do you want?" she asked, her voice still sharp, but a hint of curiosity now mixed with the annoyance. Her defensive stance was starting to crumble.

"I want to be with you," I replied. "I want to talk to you, to spend some time together." I said, trying to sound genuine.

"I'm reading," she said curtly, not even looking at me as she went to her bedroom. "I'll be in my room. If you'll excuse me." She clearly was trying to avoid any intimacy.

"I'll come with you then," I said, starting to follow her. My heart pounded with anticipation.

"No, don’t," she warned again, her voice tighter, her apprehension obvious. "I mean it. Don't come near me." She sounded almost afraid.

"Okay," I replied, but I couldn’t help but stare as she walked, noticing her thick, muscular ass. Today, I thought, I’m going to fuck that asshole for the first time. I want her to shit on my dick.

Today, I will have her, I thought, my intentions hardening. Even if I have to force my dick inside her asshole. I know she will not accept it but I must fuck her asshole.

I must follow the orders of Arjun Sir, the father of Priya, who told me to fuck his daughter in the ass.

The forbidden affair was going to happen, regardless of her wishes. I’ll force my way into her ass, even if it's by force, I vowed silently. My desire now overshadowed any pretense of respect for her boundaries.

[nadia]

CONTINUATION






I sat in the chair, Priya perched on the edge of her bed, a book open in her lap. "Don't come near me," she'd said, her voice low and firm. 

"I’m trying to read, and your presence is making me incredibly nervous. Please just stay there." Her words were a clear warning, but the tension in the air thrummed with unspoken desires.

She remained absorbed in her reading, but I couldn't take my eyes off her. The way the light caught the strands of her hair, the gentle curve of her neck, the way her lips moved slightly as she silently read – it all captivated me. 

It was a dangerous game, this silent observation, fueling the flames of my forbidden desire. I knew I was pushing boundaries, but I found myself unable to resist the allure of her presence.

After a long, tense silence, Priya looked up, her eyes meeting mine. "Why are you staring at me?" she asked, her voice laced with both annoyance and a flicker of apprehension. 

"It's making me extremely uneasy. It’s making me feel really uncomfortable, and I don’t like it at all."

"I can't help it," I replied, my voice soft, but my gaze unwavering. 

"You’re beautiful, Priya. I can't stop looking at you." 

"I'm feeling very uncomfortable," she said, her voice tighter now, a slight tremor betraying her unease. 

"Please stop. This is making me feel very anxious, and I don’t know how to handle this." She shifted nervously on the bed, attempting to create more distance.

"Priya," I said, rising from the chair, the words spilling out in a rush, "I love you. I’ve loved you for a while now, and I can’t keep it bottled up any longer." 

The confession felt both exhilarating and terrifying. This was a reckless act, a plunge into the unknown.

"Why are you saying this now?" she asked, her voice sharp with frustration. "You know I’ve asked you not to come near me, that I'm not comfortable with this. Why are you ignoring my feelings?" 

Her tone was a mixture of anger and hurt.

"Because I can’t pretend any longer, it felt good the last time we had sex in your father's car" I replied, stepping closer, my heart pounding in my chest. 

"I can’t just sit here and watch you from afar. I need to be close to you, to feel you…" My words were urgent, desperate.

"Stay away from me you pervert," she insisted, her voice strained, her body stiffening. "You promised you wouldn’t, and I’m not changing my mind. I don’t want to hurt Rahul."

Ignoring her plea, I reached out, taking her hand, and pulling her towards me. Before she could fully react, my lips found hers. It was exhilarating. 

This kiss, stolen in secrecy, held a profound intensity. The thrill of forbidden desire, the risk, the exhilaration of breaking unspoken rules, all combined to make it an overwhelmingly passionate experience.

The kiss ended, but the intensity lingered. She pushed me away, her eyes wide with a mixture of shock and fear. "Stay away from me," she repeated, her voice trembling. "This is wrong. This is so wrong. " She tried to get out of bed.

I pulled her back, holding her close. "Priya," I said, my voice soft but firm, "I love you. This feeling is real. 

Please, let me be with you." My words were heartfelt, but they were also manipulative, urging her to succumb to her desires.

"I don't want this," she cried, her voice filled with distress. "If Rahul finds out, I’ll be in immense trouble. This is a betrayal, and I can’t do it." 

Tears welled up in her eyes. She was truly afraid of the consequences.

"Priya, last time we had sex in your father's car, during your birthday and that bastard Rahul didn't find out. If he finds out, then break up with him," 

I said, my voice firm. "Come with me. We can be together, you and I." My words might have seemed callous, my desire overriding all concerns for her.

"I can’t," she whispered, shaking her head. "It’s not that simple. I’m not ready for that kind of trouble. I am not that kind of a girl. I’m not a slut" Her fear and vulnerability were palpable.

Despite her protests, I kissed her again, my lips moving against hers with a fervor that disregarded her objections. The kiss was more passionate now, as if trying to drown out her reservations. When I finally broke away, my breath was ragged.

“Free yourself,” I murmured, my voice husky, my gaze fixed on her face. I threw her books off the bed with a swift motion. Surprisingly, she didn’t resist. It's like she wanted sex. 

I gently laid her on the bed, her eyes wide and full of uncertainty. My lips found hers again, softer this time, exploring, tasting. I felt her arms around me, holding me close, a subtle counterpoint to her earlier resistance. 

This was a moment suspended between consent and protest, a space of conflicting emotions that only heightened the intensity of the encounter.

As I lowered my kisses from her lips to her neck, my hands traced the contours of her body. I untied the loose knot of her dress, and to my surprise, she wasn’t wearing any panties. 

"There’s no hiding it now, is there?" I whispered, my voice thick with desire. "You've done this before, with me."

"I'm afraid," she whispered, her voice barely audible, her body trembling. "I've never cheated before. This is all… wrong."

“Cheating is the best kind of affair," I whispered, pressing a kiss to her shoulder. "It's the thrill of the forbidden, the secret rendezvous, the shared risk, the intense passion that fuels the desire."

"It's the excitement of the hidden encounter, knowing that it is wrong, immoral, yet doing it anyway—knowing it is wrong makes it all the more intense.", I told her.


My gaze fell to her pussy. There was a slight dusting of hair on them, a surprising contrast to the smoothness of the rest of her skin. 

"Your beautiful pussy Priya," I murmured, my fingers lightly tracing the delicate curve, "they’re… interesting. I’ve thought about them before, these slightly hairy, soft, warm pussy."

"I’ve imagined the feel of my tongue against them once again. I’ve wanted to… explore them.” My voice was a low hum, a mixture of admiration and arousal.

She didn’t reply, but a soft moans escaped her lips. "Aaahh Rajeev aahahhh oooooo aaiaiiiii"


I lowered my head, placing my tongue on her pussy, rolling it up and down. A loud moan escaped her, a sound of both pain and pleasure. 

I shifted my attention, however, turning her over and to her asshole. I didn’t find her pussy that interesting. It was her asshole that I was craving for.

"What are you doing?" she whispered, her voice strained, a mix of curiosity and apprehension. "What is that you're doing?"

"Nothing," I whispered back. I didn't want to reveal my intentions—that I wanted to fuck her back hole —I knew she would likely refuse, potentially ending the encounter before it really began.

"Just… rolling my tongue," I murmured. "It’s nothing much. It’s just a sensation.  You know you have a good asshole Priya. Nothing more, nothing less. Please, don’t worry too much." 

I tried to sound casual, but my eagerness betrayed me.

"Why do you like that hole so much? It's not normal and it is dirty" she asked, her voice laced with a mixture of curiosity and disgust. "And it's not even clean!" Her question held both intrigue and revulsion.

"Sometimes," I whispered, "intimate affairs thrive on a little dirtiness." I leaned in closer, my eyes meeting hers. 

"It's about the abandon, the lack of inhibitions, that is what makes it so thrilling. It's raw, unfiltered, and unexpected."

"Eew," she mumbled, a sound of utter disgust. The smell hit me then; her asshole was smelling like shit. The sweet smell of shit. 

It was different, stronger, more pungent than the last time I’d been close. My ideal Priya—this flawless object of desire—had a stinky asshole. The last time I smelled her asshole, it was clean.



"Your asshole stinks Priya," I said, my voice laced with a touch of disappointment. The discovery was jarring, shattering the image I had built up in my mind.

"It does?" she whispered, her voice a mixture of embarrassment and confusion. "I… I didn’t know." She sounded utterly mortified.

"It should," I said, my words both teasing and honest. "A little shitty smell of your asshole only adds to the thrill of the unexpected encounter, wouldn’t you agree?" 

The unexpected scent and her reaction only added another layer to the forbidden thrill.



I spotted a jar of Vaseline on Priya's dresser. "Hey, Priya," I said, trying to keep my voice casual, 

"Could you hand me that Vaseline over there? The one near you, on the dresser." My heart pounded; this was the start of the next phase of my plan which was to fuck her asshole which stinks.


She eyed the Vaseline, then looked back at me, her expression suspicious. "No," she said, her voice firm. "I know what you’re going to do with it. I understand your intentions perfectly, and I am not going to help you." 

Her refusal was clear and resolute.

"Why not?" I asked, trying to maintain a nonchalant tone. "It's just some Vaseline. What’s the big deal? Why are you being so difficult?" I feigned ignorance, hoping to push her into revealing her suspicions.

"Because I know you're going to use it on my asshole" she said, her voice tight with apprehension. "And I've told you already, I’m not comfortable with that. I'm not going to let you do that to me." 

Her fear was palpable.

Ignoring her protest, I got up and retrieved the Vaseline myself. I unscrewed the cap, the metallic click echoing in the quiet room, and squeezed a dollop onto my finger. 

A wave of excitement washed over me; this illicit affair was beginning exactly as I’d envisioned. I was pleased with how compliant she was, even if it was a reluctant compliance.

I was finally going to fuck this whore in her smelly asshole and maybe even make her shit on my dick.


Dear friends, do you see how I am following the behavior of Arjun Sir? He has really influenced me to become this pervert who want to fuck and smell the shitty asshole of Priya.




I approached Priya, applying the Vaseline to her tight unused asshole. The cool, smooth texture of the petroleum jelly felt oddly satisfying against her asshole surface.

"Why are you applying on my asshole?" Priya asked, her voice a mixture of curiosity and apprehension. 

"Why are you so fixated on that particular hole? It's a really strange fixation." She shifted slightly, her discomfort evident.

"Because your asshole is the best," I replied, my voice low and intense. "Even if it does stink a little like shit. It has a certain… character. There's something about it that draws me in. It’s an alluring mystery." 

I leaned in closer, my gaze lingering on the spot where I’d applied the Vaseline.

Priya looked at me, her eyes filled with a mixture of disgust and hurt. "I wish I’d never met you," she said, her voice laced with bitterness. 

"I don’t understand why you’re doing this." Her words were sharp and laced with genuine pain.

"Oh, I'll show you why," I said, my voice low and intense. "This forbidden asshole… it needs to be desecrated. Today, you'll experience something Rahul could only dream of. Something he’s never given you"

"Something you’ve never felt before." I focused intently on her asshole, the Vaseline glistening under the light.

I stood up, removing my trouser, and my dick appeared. I held it up, approaching her head. "Taste this," I commanded, my voice barely above a whisper.

She jumped back, her eyes wide with shock and revulsion. "What?" she exclaimed, her voice sharp. 


"Are you serious? You’re such a turn off, I am not going to do it!" Her anger flared, a torrent of insults replacing her previous fear.

"Taste it," I repeated, my voice firm. "Or I’ll tell Rahul everything that happened between us. Every detail. You know I will.” My words were a threat, a calculated move to force her compliance.

"Why are you doing this?" she asked, her voice trembling, a mixture of fear and confusion evident. "Why are you forcing me to do these things?" Her eyes were filled with disgust.

"Because I love you," I said, my voice softening slightly. "And cheating relationships are the best. The intensity, the risk, the forbidden nature of it all...it’s electrifying."

I explained my twisted philosophy, justifying my actions.

"Okay," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "I’ll do it, but you promise you won’t tell Rahul. You have to promise me." Her words were laced with fear and desperation.

"I promise," I lied, my gaze fixed on her. "I’ll never tell him." I knew it was the kind of promise I would easily break.



Dear friends, in fact, I was going to record it and show it to Rahul who I hate so much and make him leave Priya alone. I don't like Rahul and intend to make him disintegrate from Priya.

She hesitantly began licking the tip of my dick, her expression a mix of anger, disgust, and resignation. I could sense the turmoil raging within her, but she managed to conceal her true emotions.

She swallowed my dick whole, her movements quick and almost desperate. "Good girl," I murmured, my voice laced with perverse encouragement. 


My dick glistened with her saliva, a testament to her forced participation. 

I held her head, guiding her slightly to help her with the task. "You’re a good slut my love," I whispered, my voice heavy with a false praise. “You’re a professional."

"See?" I said, after she’d finished. "Cheating is good. It's exciting. It's the thrill of the forbidden. It’s unlike anything you've ever experienced." 

My words were fueled by my own twisted sense of triumph.

After a while, I told her to lie on her stomach. Priya, wiping her mouth furiously, said, "Please, just fuck my pussy this time? Please? I really can't do in the back.”

"Stop talking and get into position," I said, my voice devoid of patience. "The asshole it is.” My focus was unwavering; my desire was directed at that one spot.

"I don't want pussy, I want your asshole only", I told her.

She obeyed, lying on her stomach. I positioned myself above her, my gaze falling upon that now-Vaselined asshole. I couldn't believe it: I was about to violate this asshole.


The smelly asshole belonging to Priya, the girlfriend of the person I hated most – Rahul. The irony wasn't lost on me. It was a disturbing combination of lust, revenge, and perverse satisfaction.

"Relax," I murmured, my voice low and persuasive. "Just relax. Trust me, it'll be easier if you just relax your asshole." 

"I can't," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "I’m so scared. I don't know if I can do this." She was clearly in a state of distress.

"Yes, you can," I said, my voice firm but gentle. "Just let go, surrender to the moment. It’s going to be okay. I'm going to do it slowly and carefully. It won’t hurt." 

My words were meant to calm and soothe her, but they also held a layer of barely concealed coercion.

I leaned down, kissing her back gently. "I'm going to do it slowly this time," I whispered, my voice soft and reassuring. 

"Just relax. Let me take control."

She hesitated, a slight tremor in her body. "I… I don’t know," she stammered.

"Yes, you do," I said, my voice firm and confident, reinforcing my words with a determined gaze. "You’re stronger than you think. You can handle this. We can do this together."

"Alright," she whispered, her voice barely a breath. "But please be gentle. Please be slow and careful." She was still apprehensive but had finally succumbed to my persuasion.

"Remove your hand," I said, my voice soft but firm. "Stop covering your asshole. Let me do what I need to do."

"I… I can’t," she whispered, her voice shaky. "I'm just… scared." Her body was rigid with tension.

"Use both your hands to spread your asscheeks open wider," I said, my voice a low command. "Just spread it nice and wide. Let me work my way in."

"Okay," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "But please… be gentle." She slowly, hesitantly moved her hands, spreading her asscheeks as I instructed.


With a firm press, my dick head slipped inside, the Vaseline acting as a surprisingly effective lubricant. "See?" I said, my voice low and encouraging. 

"The head’s in. Just relax, you’ll be fine. Just calm down. It's going to be alright. It's already in. You will love it in your ass for the first time Priya, I assure you" 

A thrill shot through me; this illicit affair was proving even more exciting than I’d anticipated. The forbidden nature of it all fueled my exhilaration.

"Get it out," Priya gasped, her voice strained with pain and fear. "Please, get it out! I can’t do this! This is unbearable!" Her words were punctuated by sharp intakes of breath.

"If I keep removing it, we'll never finish," I said, my voice firm but gentle. "Be patient. The head is already in; it’s just a matter of letting the rest follow. Just relax and let it happen."

"Your knee is so incredibly soft, so smooth against my dick." 

I adjusted my position, finding the perfect angle to ease the penetration. The softness of her asshole against my dick was unexpectedly pleasing.

"Ow! Ugh! No! Stop! It hurts! It's too big! It's too much!" Priya cried out, her words a mixture of pain, fear, and revulsion. 

"Please stop! Get it out! Get it out now!" Her voice was rising in pitch and intensity. Her asshole was now becoming elastic as I continued pushing it deeper inside her asshole.

Ignoring her protests, I pushed in again, a little deeper this time. "It’s not fully in yet," I whispered, my voice barely audible above her cries. 

"You need to relax, let it slide in. You need to relax and enjoy it. Rahul has no idea what’s happening right now. He’ll never know, never ever.” 

The thought of Rahul’s ignorance only intensified my pleasure.

"I can't take it any deeper!" she screamed. "It's… it's just too much! I can't! My backhole… it feels like it's going to break!" Her voice was filled with genuine distress.

"Shut up and stop being such a bitch, you whore, relax your asshole slut," I snapped, my patience wearing thin. My words were harsh, yet I pushed in deeper, ignoring her pleas.

"NOOO! STOP! IT HURTS! GET IT OUT! I CAN'T… I CAN’T BREATHE!" she shrieked, her voice rising to a piercing crescendo. "GET IT OUT! PLEASE! I'M BEGGING YOU!"

"Shut up!" I commanded, my voice hard and impatient. With a final push, my dick slid in and was fully inside. A wave of intense pleasure washed over me. 

The warmth of her asshole, the tight embrace of her flesh around her asshole—it was an overwhelmingly intense sensation. 

The temperature was perfect, the perfect balance of heat and moisture creating an exquisite feeling. This was the feeling of fucking the asshole. So sweet even better than pussy.

"There," I murmured, my voice thick with satisfaction. "It's fully inside. See? Your asshole is beautiful. It’s perfect."

"AAAHHHHHH! GET IT OUT! IT’S… IT’S SO WRONG!" she screamed, her body writhing. Her pain was genuine; the pleasure for me was almost sadistic.

"I'm not removing until your asshole gets used to it Priya," I said, my voice firm. "You need to relax and let it happen. Just relax, it will feel better after a while." 

My words were a mix of command and encouragement, but primarily to satisfy my own desires.

"Get it out! I need to breathe! I promise I’ll… I’ll do anything if you just take it out! I promise!" she gasped, her breathing ragged.

"No," I said, ignoring her pleas. "If I fuck your asshole today, it'll be loose by tomorrow. You won't need to struggle so much next time. It’ll be easier." 

My words were cruel yet honest.

Her body was writhing, her movements quick, jerky lurches of pain and discomfort. I began moving my dick slowly in and out of her asshole, savoring the sensation. 

If Rahul ever found out, he'd never speak to me again. But I don't care, I only care about ruining his relationship with Priya and also ruining Priya's asshole.

To ease the friction, I applied more Vaseline around her asshole. I pushed it in and out a couple of times, the rhythm building, the intensity growing.

"AAAHHHHH! Rajeev stooopp TOO…TOO MUCH!" she screamed, her voice hoarse with exertion and pain. "It’s…it’s burning! OH GOD!"

"Stop screaming," I said, my voice hard. I didn’t care about her anymore; my focus was solely on my own pleasure. 

I was utterly selfish, my gratification overriding any concern for her well-being.

After a while, the tightness began to ease. My dick slid in and out with much less resistance.





"There you go, see? You are now my anal slut" I said, my voice laced with satisfaction. "See? You did it. You were patient. Congratulations."

"I… I hate you, aaahhh gggh ooohh ooohhhhhh  aaaaaaaaahhh" she whispered, her voice trembling. "I hate you so much." Her voice held a weary exhaustion, a defeated acceptance.

"How are you feeling doing this for the first time?" I asked, my tone curious rather than caring.

"Horrible, aaahhhh oooh horrible so much horrible aaaahhhhhhhh" she replied, her voice tight with pain. 

"Absolutely horrible. I can't believe I let you do this aaahhhhhhhh" She was still grappling with the experience, her body and mind reeling from the violation.

"You’ll get used to it," I said, my words callous and unconcerned with her feelings. As I moved my dick, I noticed something else which was so satisfying.

My dick was coated with chocolate, yes her SHIT. A dark, rich shit, glistening and thick and sticky. It reminded me of the chocolate-coated dick I had once seen on Arjun Sir's dick.

A wave of intense pride washed over me. This was it, the moment I’d been waiting for, this moment of victory over Priya and, by extension, over Rahul.

"I see your dark brown shit Priya," I said, my voice barely a whisper, my gaze fixed on the glistening coating.

"OOOH NO! OOOOH NO!" Priya cried, her voice laced with both fear and revulsion.

Energized by the sight of her shit, I moved my dick in and out faster inside her asshole, the rhythm more intense. 

A stinky smell of her shit started to permeate the air—a mix of sweat, Vaseline, and the distinct odor of her shit.

"Are you inhaling the fragrance of your own shit Priya?" I asked, my voice a low chuckle. She didn’t reply, only gasping for air, her body heaving with exertion.

"Aaahh aahhh ahh oooohhh ooohh ssshh ooohh "

Priya had stopped begging me to stop. She was merely a vessel for my satisfaction, a tool for the fulfillment of my desires.


Priya’s noises were a mixture of gasps, moans, and occasional screams. "Oohhhhh Rajeevv!" she gasped, her voice strained. "Harder! Oh God…yes… harder!" 



Dear friends, I didn't believe Priya was moaning this much. Arjun Sir was telling me the truth that if you fuck a woman in the asshole for the first time, she will be a slut and will love you.




Then, a moment later, a sharp cry: "No…too much…too deep! Ooo h Rajeeeevvv" Her cries were a chaotic mix of pain, pleasure, and barely suppressed terror. 

It was clear that she was in immense pain and distress, but a part of her seemed to be enjoying the experience.

Then for deeper penetration, I stood up, carefully with my dick still buried in her asshole. I held her close, her hands gripping the shelf for support. 

I leaned down, kissing the back of her neck, murmuring, "You’re so sweet Priya, your asshole is so sweet and your shit smells so nice," against her skin. 

She gasped, but offered no other resistance. Her asshole seemed to be tense but at the same time, she showed no clear signs of opposition.

Holding her firmly, I resumed pushing my dick deeper inside her asshole, my movements faster now, more forceful. The room was thick with the smell of sweat, Vaseline, and a pungent aroma of her shit. 

I saw she dirtied my dick with her shit, thick and glistening, almost obscuring my dick itself. It was coating my dick generously. A good layer of it was visible.





"We… we should go to the bathroom," Priya gasped, her voice breathless. "Or…or I’m going to make a huge mess on the floor. I may shit everywhere." 

Her fear was evident; her desire to maintain her bedroom's tidiness overcoming, momentarily, her pain. She was afraid of making her bedroom shitty

"The bathroom’s boring," I replied, my voice low and teasing. "And if you make a mess, I'll help you clean it. It’ll be fun. No one is with us, we have all the time in the world" 

"Just you and me Priya, my love, here with me as I fuck your asshole while you continue shitting on my dick"

My intention was not to help her. I was interested in making her continue despite her fears.

"No! Don’t be stupid! It’s going to be such a mess! I don’t want to make a mess! This is my room" she insisted, her voice tight with anxiety. 

But I ignored her, my focus solely on fucking her asshole.

My rapid fucking of her asshole had loosened her asshole considerably. Telling her to stand still, I slowly withdrew my dick from her asshole. 

Her asshole gaped open, revealing the inside, and there was a small amount of stinky shit around the rim. With a smirk, I re-inserted my dick back in her asshole.





I was increasing the speed and intensity of my thrusts.

Her entire body was shaking now, her hands trembling as she gripped the shelf. The shelf itself was starting to shake slightly under the force of her movements. 

"Oh God… oh God…yes… harder…faster…" she gasped, her voice strained almost to breaking point. "More…more…I can’t…I can’t take much more…"

I groaned, sensing my own release was imminent. "Aaah no Rajeev Please aaahhh Don't cum inside!" she gasped urgently, her voice edged with panic.

"Shut up," I growled, pushing even harder. With a final, guttural groan, I held onto the shelf for support and released myself deep inside her knee. 

I was cumming inside Priya's asshole for the first time ever. This was a dream CUM true. No pun intended.

I kissed her shoulder, murmuring, "You made me so happy. Priya" My dirty dick remained deep inside her asshole mixed with my sperm and her shit.

"Don’t take it out yet," Priya said, her voice breathless. "If you do, I may shit it on the floor." 


Her concern seemed genuine, focused on cleanliness rather than her own discomfort. She didin't want to dirty her bedroom with her own shit and my sperms.

"So, what do you want to do?" I asked, a hint of amusement in my tone. I was enjoying her newfound concern for hygiene.

"Let's…let's go to the bathroom," she whispered, her voice raspy. "But… keep it in please."

"With my dick still inside your asshole?" I asked, my voice laced with playful surprise.

"Yes," she whispered, confirming my supposition. My naughty girl, indeed. 

"Don’t think like I am a slut or something. I just want to keep my bedroom clean." Her focus on maintaining cleanliness was unexpected.

"Okay, let’s go then," I said. The walk was surprisingly awkward, with my dick still deeply lodged in her shitty asshole. 

Priya moved gingerly, her body tense, attempting to minimize any spillage of her shit. I could feel her asshole ring cling tightly around my dick. It felt so good.

In the bathroom, I asked, "Can I take it out now?"

"Yes," she replied, her voice strained. The moment I removed my dick from her asshole, a mixture of her shit and my sperm spurted out, landing messily on the bathroom floor.

"Eewww," I said, wrinkling my nose. "That shit smells absolutely rank. It’s really stinky Priya. You ate so much today huh?" 

The smell was overwhelmingly so good, a cloying mix of sweetness and something else decidedly nice.

Priya turned to me, a surprising smile spreading across her face. "I told you it would be a mess," she said, her eyes sparkling with amusement.

Unexpectedly, she leaned up and kissed me. And just as unexpectedly, I found myself kissing her back. 

The kiss was intense, passionate, and remarkably tender after the rough intensity that preceded it.

Then I headed back to her bedroom. 

She then asks me, "Hey Rajeev, where are you going?"

"To rest of course", I replied.

"Don't you dare go to my bedroom without washing your dick", she said.

Then I told her that I want to............................

[Boobsucker1994]

Story was nice but...

It's not as erotic as the update you have given previously with sunita photos with face expressions...

Real photos of sunita intimacy with arjun sir will intensify the story to great extent...

[nadia]

For those who are wondering how my mom looks like. this is her real photos. I also attached a photo where I saw she was half naked with her breasts showing. 

I got that photo from Arjun Sir's phone.














The next story will contain her videos which Arjun Sir sent me while he was fucking her in the ass.

[Boobsucker1994]

Previously you have shown some other photos as your mom...

Now you shown another photo???

[nadia]

Previously you have shown some other photos as your mom...

Now you shown another photo???

those were complimentary ones, not real. I added them to spice up the story.

but this one is real is posted is real.

stay tuned for more.

[meetsriram]

Waiting for the next update bro

[nadia]

CONTINUATION







Before I could even reach Priya’s bedroom to rest, she grabbed my hand, her touch surprisingly firm. "Come on," she said, pulling me towards the bathroom. 

"We need to clean up this mess. You need to clean your dick" I chuckled, "Okay, okay. Let's wash it then." My exhaustion was palpable, but her urgency was strangely compelling.

"I'm not washing your dick, wash it yourself," Priya said, a mischievous glint in her eyes as she saw her own shit on my dick.

"Or we are going to taking a bath together." Her words surprised me, but a thrill ran through me. “A bath together? Really? After all that?” 

I replied, both amused and aroused by her unexpected proposition.

And so, we bathed together, the warm water washing away the residue of our earlier encounter. The shared intimacy of the bath felt profoundly different from the rough passion of moments before. 

It was a strangely tender moment in contrast bathing with the girlfriend of my friend, Rahul. Afterwards, exhausted but content, we collapsed onto her bed and fell asleep.

I woke with a start. The sun was already sinking. It was 5 pm. Priya wasn't in the bed. I should get home; my mom would scold me for being so late. 

I quietly got out of bed and headed downstairs.

Priya was in the kitchen, wearing a green shorts and a simple top, preparing juice. Her sex ass, thick and strong, were astonishing. They were plump and full, their flesh softly rounded. 





My eyes couldn’t help but linger on her ass; I was utterly captivated by their fullness. 

I couldn't believe that was her ass I'd been intimately fucking just hours ago. A surge of pride washed over me; I had conquered Priya's asshole.

"Good evening," I greeted her, my voice filled with a mixture of tiredness and satisfaction. 

"You look stunning, especially your ass, it looks so good in this shorts," I added, to emphasize my attraction towards them. "You are really beautiful Priya."

"Evening," she replied, her voice soft and a little sleepy. She blushed slightly.

I was holding her close, I pressed my groin against her sexy soft ass, relishing the sensation of her ass against groin.

"Rajeev, you really need to go home," Priya said, gently but firmly. "Your mom will kill you if you’re not back soon." She didn't seem to mind my intimate gestures.

"I'd rather stay here with you," I said, my voice low and persuasive.

"No," Priya said, gently pushing me away. "You have to go home. Your mom will be furious." Priya had changed dramatically. 

She was no longer resisting my touch; instead, she seemed to welcome it, almost eagerly. 

Maybe the way I fucked her ass hours ago transformed her this way? Or was it the forbidden pleasure of me penetrating her asshole? The thought intrigued me.

I squeezed her sexy ass, my fingers sinking into the soft flesh. "Did you like it when I fucked your asshole earlier?" I asked, my voice playful yet insistent.

She blushed, shying away from my gaze. "It was… uncomfortable," she whispered, avoiding my eyes. "It was my first time experiencing it. It's not something I was used to at all. It was a strange experience."

"It's because it was your first time," I said, my voice gentle. "You'll get used to it. Just be patient."

"Why are you so obsessed with my asshole?" she asked, a frown creasing her brow. "It's… it's a dirty thing." Her expression conveyed a mixture of curiosity and apprehension.

"Because it's forbidden," I said, my voice low and intense. "Because it’s a part of you that no one else has touched. Not even that bastard Rahul."

"Because it's a secret pleasure, shared only between us. Dirty is good, Priya. I love the smell of your shit. It's exciting." I leaned in closer, my eyes meeting hers.

"I love you," I whispered, my voice sincere despite the circumstances.

She looked down at the juice she was stirring, her expression thoughtful. "What about Rahul?" she asked, her voice barely audible.

"Break up with him, or we keep it a secret," I said, my tone firm yet gentle.

She continued stirring the juice, her gaze fixed on the liquid. "I… I don’t know, I am not sure if that is the right thing" she mumbled.

"Can you keep a secret?" I asked.

"Yes," she replied softly, her eyes still cast down.

"Then we can both lie to Rahul," I said, my voice low. "We won’t tell him about us."

"But…but that's wrong," she whispered, her voice laced with hesitation. "It’s lying and deceiving someone."

"Don’t be stupid," I said, my voice firm. "We’ll do it, and no one will ever know. We can have our secret and keep up the appearance of things being normal for as long as we can."

"Are you sure?" she asked, a flicker of doubt in her eyes.

"Yes," I said, my voice confident. "We'll take things slow, and have our secret moments. It’ll be our secret. Just you and me."

She nodded slowly, her hesitation finally giving way to a look of determination. It was a silent acquiescence; a mutual agreement to ignore the moral complications of their relationship.

I turned her around and kissed her lips, our bodies pressing close. She kissed me back, the kiss both eager and uncertain. 

Priya was mine; she was completely and utterly mine now, despite still technically being Rahul’s girlfriend.

She handed me the juice. I drank it, watching her with a naughty wink. I gave her a final, lingering kiss. "Next time," I whispered in her ear, "I want to be intimate with you again."

She playfully slapped my cheeks. "Don't get any ideas," she said, her cheeks flushed.

"Okay, I know you want it" I replied, smiling. Then I left.




My dad was going to be released from the hospital tomorrow. I hurried home. As I reached the gate, I saw Arjun Sir’s Rolls Royce parked outside. 

He must be inside. It was almost 7 am in the evening, but I assumed they were having another intimate moment, so I decided not to disturb them. I went around to the backyard.

As I approached the back of the house, I heard my mother’s gasps and moans coming from her bedroom. 

She was uttering Arjun Sir’s name, her voice laced with pleasure. "Oh Arjun… yes… harder… oh God…" She sounded breathless. "It feels…so good…" Her words confirmed my suspicions.

Something was going on, he was fucking my mom, and  had to watch it. I moved cautiously towards her bedroom. The door wasn't locked; they must have known I wasn't home.

Peeking inside, I saw my mother on the bed with Arjun Sir. She was bouncing up and down on his lap, her movements frantic and passionate. 

Both were sweating profusely, his dick was deep inside her pussy. I couldn't believe they were doing it again. My mother was moving so fast; the sight was repulsive and painful.




"We need to finish quickly Arjun aaahhh ooooohhhhhh," my mother gasped, her voice strained. "Rajeev might come home any minute."

Arjun Sir dismissed her fears. "Don't worry, he won't be back anytime soon," he said.

"Please," my mother whispered, her voice laced with anxiety. "I don’t want Rajeev to find out about this. aaahh aahh ahh oooohhhh"

"If you want to finish quickly," Arjun said, "then I need to fuck your asshole."

"Again?" my mother asked, her voice a mixture of surprise and apprehension.

"Yes," Arjun Sir said firmly. "I haven't had enough yet, and we need to get your asshole more loose."

Clearly disappointed, my mother slid off Arjun Sir. "On your knees," he said, his tone commanding. "Spread your asscheeks." Silently, she obeyed.

Since her asshole was already loose from earlier fucking, Arjun Sir pushed his dick against her asshole, and it slipped in easily.

"Slowly!" my mother cried, her voice sharp with urgency. "Please, be gentle! It still hurts a little bit."

"Stop complaining," Arjun said, his voice impatient. "Your asshole is already loose. Just relax and enjoy it."

I couldn't believe it – he was fucking her asshole for the third time in one day! 

This man was obsessed with my mother’s stinky asshole. He started pumping his dick in and out, his movements rapid and forceful.

"Oh God… oh God… be careful, please don't make me shit again" my mother moaned, her voice a mixture of pain and pleasure. "It’s…it’s too much…too fast!"

"Keep your voice down," Arjun Sir hissed. "The neighbors might hear."

"It hurts! You’re going too fast!" my mother cried. "It’s really hurting! Please, be more gentle!" Her complaints were increasing as the action was escalating.

The friction of his dick moving in and out was causing her asshole to become even looser. The repeated friction was causing a breakdown of the superficial layers of her asshole's skin.

This was leading to increased distensibility and a widening of the area surrounding her asshole. The heat generated also caused dilation of her asshole. 

The process was clearly not a comfortable one for mom. But she was enjoying it



My mother had no choice but to keep her asscheeks spread wide, allowing easier and deeper penetration. I could see the elasticity of her asshole, its softness yielding to the pressure of Arjun Sir's dick. 

The skin was taut but pliable, and I knew it was sufficiently soft and elastic to accommodate the banana easily.

"Your asshole makes me so happy Sunita," Arjun Sir said, his voice thick with satisfaction. His words were a mix of compliment and possessiveness. "It's so incredibly receptive."

"Mmnn… yes… aaahh aaahh sshhoo oooww Arjun fuck meee" my mother responded, her voice barely a whisper. 

She was clearly enjoying the experience, but also trying to suppress any outward expression of her pleasure.

With a groan, Arjun Sir gripped my mother's fat ass, pushing his dick deeper inside her asshole and cummed. 

My mother closed her eyes, her body tensing slightly. "Oh…God…yes…" she moaned, her voice thick with pleasure. "That's it…oh God…"

After his release, Arjun Sir relaxed for a few seconds before withdrawing his dick from her asshole. 

My mother's asshole gaped open, revealing a raw, glistening expanse of her asshole ring. A mixture of stinky shit of my mom and Arjun Sir's sperm dripped from her asshole. 

Exhausted, she slumped onto the bed. Arjun Sir, panting heavily, also collapsed onto the bed.

"That was…amazing," Arjun Sir said, his voice breathless.

"Mmnn…yes…it was but you are really rough, you always do things fast," my mother whispered, her body still trembling.

"The faster the better Sunita", Arjun sir replied.

I could see a slight trace of my mother's shit on Arjun Sir's dick, but it wasn't excessive. 

"Get off the bed," my mother said, her voice firm despite her exhaustion. "I don’t want you to dirty the bed with my shit."

"Why?" Arjun Sir asked, his brow furrowed in confusion.

"Because I don’t want it all over the bed sheets like last night," my mother replied, her tone tinged with annoyance. She was clearly sensitive about the shit mess.

"But your asshole is dripping with my sperms, and there's a bit of your shit there too," Arjun Sir pointed out, indicating her asshole.

My mother realized what he meant; she quickly grabbed a nearby towel and dabbed at her asshole. "I… I didn't even notice," she said, looking at him with a shy smile. 

"You made my asshole sore; I didn't feel a thing."

"That's because your asshole was so incredibly loose," Arjun Sir said, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "Just like elastic band."

My mother blushed, her cheeks flushed with a mixture of embarrassment and pleasure. "You… you’re impossible," she murmured.

"I love you," Arjun Sir said, leaning forward to kiss her.

My mother responded with a passionate kiss, but then shouted, "Get off the bed! You’re going to get the shit all over the sheets! I don't want my husband to notice it."

"Okay, okay, okay," Arjun Sir said, getting up. He headed to the bathroom, and my mother, still clutching the towel to her asshole, followed him.



Dear friends, do you see similar things me and Arjun Sir did? I fucked Priya and she shitted on the floor,, the same thing Arjun Sir fucked my mom and she shitted on his dick.

Dear friends, do you see how my devout, religiously-bound mother, once a pillar of moral uprightness, has fallen into? The woman who preached purity is now reduced to this – a filthy affair, 

Her body turned into a toy for another man's desires. I watched her, speechless, as she wiped the remnants of her own dirty shit from his dick. 

The sanctity she once embodied is broken, replaced by this filthy activity.




After a few minutes, I went back to the sitting room and pretended to call my mother. I shouted, "Mom, I'm home!" A few minutes later, she emerged, dressed in a saree.

"Rajeev, you're back," she said, her voice slightly strained. "How was college?"

"It was fine," I replied. "Why did it take you so long to answer my call?"

She hesitated. "I… I was in the bathroom," she stammered. "We were both just cleaning up." Her excuse was clearly unconvincing.

Arjun Sir appeared behind her. "Hello, Rajeev," he greeted me, his tone jovial.

"Hello, Sir," I replied. "When did you arrive?"

"Just a few minutes ago," he replied. I noticed my mother tense slightly at his words.

"I’ll go make something for you both," my mother said quickly, excusing herself and hurrying to the kitchen.

I sat with Arjun Sir on the sofa. "I enjoyed being intimate with your mother," he said, a smug smile playing on his lips. "Her asshole is exceptional, incredibly pliable and smelly."

"Why?" I asked, my curiosity piqued.

"Because it’s so incredibly loose and I made it loose," he said, with a tone laced with pride. "It’s such a satisfying sensation.”

"How long are you planning to continue this illicit affair?" I asked, my tone serious.

"Until it becomes impossible," he replied, his expression unreadable. "Or until your father finds out. And that's why I need a new plan.”

"My dad's coming out of hospital tomorrow," I said, my voice grave. "It's getting risky."

"I know," he said, a hint of worry in his tone. "That’s why I’m coming up with a new plan. A better plan.”

"What plan?" I asked, my curiosity overriding my concern.

"I'll tell you later," he said, his eyes flashing with a mischievous gleam.

"I don't believe you were intimate with my mom three times today," I said, my voice skeptical.

"Oh, yes I did," he bragged, chuckling. "I have the energy; I’m the best at this.” His tone was one of self-congratulation.

"You poked my mom’s asshole three times today?" I asked.

"Yes, and her asshole is so loose now," he confirmed, his tone both boastful and satisfied. "It's almost like a well-worn glove; so pliable and welcoming.”

"Are you spending the night?" I asked him.

"No, I can't. My wife just arrived home," he said. He seemed genuinely pleased. 

I remembered seeing his wife earlier that day entering a hotel with Sir Suresh. I decided not to mention it. It wasn't my place to interfere in his marriage.

"Earlier, at your house, I also fucked Priya in her asshole," I said, a mischievous glint in my eye.

Arjun Sir's eyes widened in shock. "You did what?" he asked incredulously.

"Yes," I confirmed. "I fucked Priya’s asshole."

"Unbelievable," he said. "Priya letting you do that? I never would have believed she'd be so receptive.”

"I used Vaseline," I explained, a grin spreading across my face.

"Did you force her?" he asked, his brow slightly furrowed.

"Yes," I said, without hesitation. "I had to."

He patted my head. "Good job," he said, a genuine smile on his face. "That girl needs to be taught a anal sex lesson. She needs a good fuck time.”

"Priya’s shit also coated my dick," I said, recalling the experience.

"How did it smell?" he asked, his curiosity piqued.

"Stinky, but in a strangely satisfying way," I replied, my voice tinged with a hint of perverse satisfaction. The smell had been cloying, almost sickeningly sweet, yet strangely addictive.



My mother brought tea and a plate of pancakes, placing them on the table between Arjun Sir and me. She sat opposite us, her face relaxed and happy. 



Dear friends, my mom's appearance had undergone a remarkable transformation since she began her affair with Arjun Sir. 

Her skin seemed to glow with a newfound vitality, her eyes sparkling with an intensity I'd never seen before. 

Her hair seemed fuller and shinier. There was a newfound confidence about her demeanor.

This transformation could be partly explained scientifically. 

Studies suggest that when a woman cheats on her husband and has sex with another man, her body releases endorphins and other hormones that have positive effects on skin health and hair growth. 

The increased self-esteem and confidence that often accompany an adultery relationship can also contribute to a more youthful and radiant appearance. 

It's a complex interplay of psychological and physiological factors, but the net effect is often quite noticeable.

It is a widely held, if not scientifically proven, belief that women who are engaging in extramarital affairs often experience a heightened sense of self-confidence and sexual liberation. 







"I want you Sunita, your husband, and Rajeev to come over to my house," Arjun Sir said to my mother, his voice surprisingly gentle. "I want you all to meet my wife."

My mother's face immediately tensed. "Ooh really, I am eager. I hope she will like us" she said, her voice laced with anxiety.

"She'll love you," Arjun Sir replied confidently. "She's a wonderful woman. She'll be delighted to meet you all."


"I think it'll be fun to meet Arjun Sir's wife," I said, trying to lighten the mood.

My mother smiled weakly, nodding in agreement. 

However, I sensed her inner turmoil. Meeting Arjun Sir's wife would be risky for her; the thought of facing a woman whose husband was having an affair with her must have been extremely unpleasant.

That evening, Arjun Sir left. As my mother cooked supper, I joined her in the kitchen. "How do you feel about Arjun Sir?" I asked her, my voice low and probing.

"I… I really like him," she replied, a hint of shyness in her voice. "He helped your father a lot. He's been really supportive during this difficult time."

"But what do you really like about him?" I pressed, my voice softer now. I wanted to understand the depth of her feelings.

"He makes me feel seen and appreciated," she confessed, her eyes downcast. 

"He makes me feel alive. He understands me in ways that no one ever did" Her admission confirmed my suspicions: my mother had genuinely fallen for Arjun Sir.

"Was Arjun Sir here today, when I was at hospital to see dad?" I inquired, my tone casual yet probing. I wanted to know if she’d been with him all day.

"No, he wasn't here," she replied hastily. "He only came in the evening." She was lying; I knew she was.

"Did you go and see Dad in the hospital today?" I asked.

Her eyes flickered with a moment of nervousness. "No, I didn't," she said, her voice a little strained. "I… I was too busy with work, that’s all." Her lie was transparent.

The fact that she was being fucked by Arjun Sir both in the morning and evening, and hadn’t even bothered to visit my father in the hospital, clearly indicated that her feelings for my father were nonexistent. 

Her affections were entirely consumed by Arjun Sir. She cared only for his dick and not my father. My mom changed so much.

"But you called him, right?" I pressed.

"Yes, of course," she replied quickly. "I called him and explained everything." She sounded defensive. It seemed like she was worried that I had a good idea of what was going on.

Later that night, I went to my bedroom. I held my dick, stroking it slowly, and inhaled the faint scent of her shit from my hand. I was just in love with her.

I couldn't sleep, my mind replaying images of Priya. Suddenly, I heard my mother screaming in her bedroom. She was screaming Arjun Sir's name in a voice laced with passion. 

I was perplexed. He wasn't supposed to be here tonight.

I tiptoed to her bedroom window and peeked inside. Arjun Sir wasn't there; only my mother was in the room. Her eyes were closed, her body moving restlessly under the sheet. 

It was clear she was dreaming. She was murmuring Arjun Sir's name, her voice filled with both pleasure and longing. "Oh Arjun…yes…harder…deeper fuck my pussy aaahhh yesssss…" 


She moaned, while still in dream, her body twisting and turning. She was rubbing her pussy and her asshole. She was clearly dreaming about Arjun sir fucking her pussy. 

It was an unmistakable sign of her intense longing for him; I’d never seen her dream about Dad, not even once.

"Oh Arjun… your dick… in my pussy … oh God… fuck me baby oohh yesss fuck my pussy and asshole" she moaned, her voice growing louder. 

"It feels so good…so right… ooh your dick feels so good in my pussy" Her words were fragmented, yet undeniably explicit.

I decided to knock loudly on her door, hoping to wake her up and hear her explanation for these bizarre night-time sounds. The knocks woke her up.

She looked startled, surprised to find herself rubbing her bare pussy.

"Mom?" I called.

"Yes?" she replied from inside, her voice a little shaky.

"Open the door," I said, my voice calm but firm. I continued knocking, discreetly peeking through the slightly ajar door. A small smile played on my lips as I watched her.

"Just a minute," she replied.

After a brief pause, she opened the door, her face flushed and disheveled. She was clearly still quite startled.

"What were you screaming about?" I asked, my tone light. "You woke me up"

"I…I was just having a dream," she stammered, avoiding my gaze.

"What were you dreaming about?" I pressed gently.

"Nothing…nothing important," she said hastily. "It was just a silly dream." It was another lie.

"Did you hear me screaming?" she asked, her eyes pleading.

"No," I lied. I didn't want her to feel more embarrassed than she already was.

"Go back to sleep," she said, her tone firm, yet laced with relief. "It was just a nightmare. Rajeev" She accompanies me back to my bedroom and I slept.





In the morning, my mother and I went to the hospital and brought my father home. He was overjoyed to be back with us, his face radiating relief and happiness. 

He seemed genuinely thrilled to be home, relieved to be out of the sterile environment of the hospital, and eager to resume his normal life. 

He kept thanking us profusely for our efforts and expressed how much he missed me and mom. However, my mother's behaviour was strikingly different.

Her affection for him felt strangely less, almost nonexistent. Was it the weight of her guilt of cheating on my dad, a complete absence of remorse for her actions? 

Or had her feelings for my dad simply vanished, replaced by something else entirely?

Several times, my father leaned in to kiss her cheek, but she responded with barely perceptible nods, her expression distant and unreadable. 

She seemed almost to away from his affection. Her actions spoke volumes about the changed dynamic between them. On another occasion, he attempted to hold her hand, but she subtly pulled away.

Her body language clearly communicating a deep-seated disinterest, she wasn't happy with my dad. 

On another occasion, he tried to initiate a conversation about his time in the hospital, detailing the discomfort and the monotonous routine, but she offered brief, ignoring replies.

Her gaze drifting away as if she were elsewhere mentally. It was evident that her interest in him had gone significantly.



Dear friends, let me explain this, that the  diminished interest some women experience in their husbands after cheating affairs is a complex issue coming from a combination of factors. 

A good adultery can significantly disrupt the balance of hormones crucial for bonding and attachment, leading to a decline in oxytocin levels. 

This hormone is vital for feelings of closeness and connection, and its reduction can significantly impact the emotional bond between partners. 




That evening, my mother and I informed my father that we were going to Arjun Sir's house to meet his wife. My mother’s excitement was palpable, surprisingly greater than her joy at my father's return to health. 

This was disconcerting to observe. Her change in behavior was remarkable. The relief she felt about his being healthy seemed secondary to her anticipation of the visit with Arjun Sir. 

It was as if her entire emotional focus had shifted.

"We're going to Arjun Sir's house, Dad," I announced, carefully observing my father's reaction. "To meet his wife. It’s their 24th wedding anniversary and they’re having a small gathering."

"Oh, really?" Dad replied, his tone a mixture of curiosity and mild surprise. He seemed genuinely pleased at the prospect of meeting Arjun Sir's wife. 

He had always admired Arjun Sir and considered him a close and trustworthy friend, and he had always thought Arjun Sir and his wife had an enviable marriage. "Is that tonight? What time should we go?"

"Yes, Arvind, at evening" my mother replied, her voice brimming with an almost uncontainable enthusiasm. 

Her reaction to the invitation was far more animated than her reaction to my Dad being healthy and released from the hospital. 

It was a stark contrast that was impossible to ignore. "We should leave around 7.00 PM. I've already planned what to wear and everything seems to be set."

We took a cab. During the ride, my mother secretly checked her phone repeatedly. I knew it was Arjun Sir, checking in, perhaps asking for an update or giving her instructions on how to behave. 

She's likely trying to ensure everything is coordinated between them, although, of course, she doesn't want to reveal that to my father.

"Why are you constantly checking your phone, dear?" my father asked, his voice gentle but with a hint of concern. 

He seemed slightly puzzled by her constant phone use, something he hadn't noticed before.

My mother flinched, instantly hiding her phone in her purse. "I’m just checking my makeup to make sure it’s still on point," she replied smoothly. 

She tried to appear calm and nonchalant but her obvious nervousness betrayed her. She knew she was lying.

"You don’t need to check a mirror," my father said, his voice laced with affection. 

"You look beautiful, just as you always do. Your beauty shines through even without makeup. You really don't need to worry about it at all."

My mother gave him a weak smile. It was a false smile, a practiced expression that failed to reach her eyes. 

I could see the effort she was making, but it was painfully obvious that her true feelings for my father were slowly withering away. The forced smile was just a facade, masking her true indifference.

We arrived at Arjun Sir's house. Arjun Sir met us at the gate, his expression carefully neutral.



 

He greeted each of us individually, making a point of extending his warm greetings to my father, inquiring about his health and well-being. 

He wanted to express genuine concern for his friend’s health condition. But I knew he was just pretending because he already fucked my mom.

"Welcome," he said, greeting us warmly. "Mr. Arvind, so glad to see you out of hospital. How are you feeling? It was a truly difficult time, but we’re all so happy that you are out of the hospital"

He told my dad.


 "And are on the road to recovery. We all wish you a speedy recovery and a smooth transition back to your everyday life."

"Much better, thank you," my father replied, his tone sincere. "Feeling quite stronger now, though I still need a bit of rest. The hospital was certainly not a relaxing experience. But I am grateful for everything."

Arjun Sir then turned to my mother. "Mrs. Arvind," he greeted her, his voice polite but laced with a familiarity that would have been instantly recognizable to anyone privy to their secret. 

My mother responded with a similar studied formality, avoiding direct eye contact for a few seconds. 

Their careful interactions were a performance, both maintaining a show of normalcy in front of my Dad. They were playing a role, skillfully concealing their adultery.

He then greeted me. "Rajeev, good to see you. How are your studies? Is college keeping you busy?"

"Good to see you too, Sir," I replied. "college is good, and yes, I'm quite busy."

Arjun Sir led us into his house. The atmosphere inside was vibrant; a lively party was in full swing, celebrating the 24th wedding anniversary of Arjun Sir and his wife, Hareeta. 

Soft, romantic music played in the background, creating a warm and inviting ambience, though some of the guests were already quite lively.

From across the room, Arjun Sir called out to his wife. "Haareeta, darling, come meet our other guests. They've come all the way to celebrate our special day with us. It is such an honor to have them here."

"Doesn't my wife look lovely?" Arjun Sir asked my mother and father as his wife approached. 






It was a blatant attempt to subtly show my mother that his life was perfect, happy in his marriage, with no space for her in it. The display of affection was aimed directly at my mother.

"Yes, she is very elegant," my father said, his tone appreciative. He made a point of complimenting Arjun Sir’s wife. He seemed genuinely impressed. "Such poise and grace."

My mother responded with a noncommittal, "Yes, absolutely beautiful. She looks radiant and clearly happy." 



Haareeta, his wife, arrived, radiating warmth and elegance. Arjun Sir made the introductions with exaggerated warmth, ensuring to introduce his wife to each of us individually. 

His aim was clearly to showcase their happy marriage to my mother, creating a contrast with her own situation.

"Mr. Arvind, this is my wife, Hareeta," he said, his voice brimming with pride. He spoke with obvious pride and affection. He wanted my father to see how happy and fulfilling his life was with Hareeta.

"It's a pleasure to meet you," my father replied, shaking Hareeta's hand. He spoke warmly and sincerely, expressing his own happiness at being able to finally meet her.

"Mrs. Arvind, it's delightful to finally meet you," Hareeta said, while smiling.

"The pleasure's all mine," my mother responded, her smile equally artificial. Her smile felt unconvincing, strained, and forced, betraying her unease at the situation.

"And this is their son, Rajeev," Arjun Sir said, introducing me to Hareeta.

"Hello," I greeted her politely. "Happy anniversary."

"OOh thank you and Welcome," Hareeta said, extending a hand to each of us. "It's so wonderful to have you all here. We're so happy you could make it. It means a lot to us."

"Please, come, let me show you to your seats."

"Please get us some cocktail juice," Hareeta requested Arjun Sir, turning to him with a smile, a gesture of affection and care.

As Arjun Sir went to fetch the drinks, I saw him wink secretly at my mother. To my surprise, she didn’t wink back. 

I think it was because she felt jealous that Arjun Sir was so overtly affectionate with Hareeta, hugging and kissing her openly, right in front of my mother. 

The display of public affection felt pointed.

Was my mother envious of Hareeta? Did she secretly long to be in Hareeta's position – Arjun Sir's beloved wife? It was a thought that lingered in my mind.

Arjun Sir's expression shifted; he looked confused, a mixture of surprise and uncertainty clouding his features when he returned and saw my mother had not responded to his wink. 

He seemed surprised by her lack of response, clearly expecting a reaction from her.



As we settled into our seats, Hareeta turned to my father with a warm smile. "Mr. Arvind, I'm so glad you're feeling better after your hospital stay. I heard you were quite ill. We were all so worried about you."

My father chuckled. "Oh, it was nothing too serious, really. Just a bit of a scare, I suppose. A nasty bout of stomach ache."

"I'm feeling much better now, thanks to the wonderful care I received, and of course, thanks to my family's support and also to your husband, Arjun. I'm so happy to be home."

Hareeta then turned to my mother, her eyes lingering for a moment longer than necessary. "Sunita, you look absolutely radiant tonight. That dress is stunning on you. It really brings out the color of your eyes."

My mother offered a tight-lipped smile, her response brief and somewhat strained. "Thank you, Hareeta. You look lovely yourself. That's a beautiful black sari." 

My mom was pretending to like Hareeta; her jealousy of Hareeta, Arjun Sir's wife, was palpable. It was clear that my mom was wished that she was the wife of Arjun instead of Hareeta.


She was resentful that Hareeta was the one enjoying a that big dick of Arjun, loving marriage with the man my mother desired. The compliment felt obligatory.

"Thank you," Hareeta replied, her smile fading slightly. She sensed the tension between them. "It's a family heirloom, actually. My mother wore it on her wedding day."

My mother, seeking to shift the conversation away from herself, abruptly asked Hareeta, "So, what do you do, Hareeta? Besides being a wonderful wife, of course." 

The question was subtly pointed, a veiled attempt to probe into Hareeta’s life, perhaps searching for any cracks in their seemingly perfect relationship. 



Dear friends, can you believe this? My mother, the devout, religious woman who once lectured me on the sanctity of marriage, is now actively trying to unravel Arjun Sir's marriage. 

She's subtly probing Hareeta, asking pointed questions about her life with Arjun – their intimacy, their finances, their daily routines. 

It was clear my mom was jealous. It's all so incredibly hypocritical. The woman who preached fidelity is now plotting to destroy another woman's marriage to steal her lover, Arjun sir.




"Oh, I help Arjun in the family business," Hareeta responded, her voice friendly. "We have a shipping and logistics company. It's quite demanding, but I find it very fulfilling."

Hareeta continued, "It keeps me busy, and it's a great way to support Arjun and contribute to our family's success. We work well together, both in business and at home."

"Sounds interesting," my mother replied, her tone flat, betraying her lack of genuine interest. Her mind was elsewhere, dwelling on her own self interest and the contrast with Hareeta's seemingly blissful life.

"And what about you, Sunita?" Hareeta asked, trying to maintain a friendly conversation, oblivious to the undercurrent of resentment. "What do you do to keep yourself occupied?"

"I'm a painter," my mother replied, her voice regaining a touch of animation, a flicker of genuine passion. "I work mostly with watercolors and oils. I find painting to be very thebangutic"

My mom continued,"..... a way to express myself creatively. It's a completely different world for me, one that is intensely personal."

My father chimed in, "And I work at OceanFreight, a shipping company." He added, wanting to contribute to the conversation, and maybe take the tension away from my mother. "It's been a long career, but I enjoy it."

"Oh, how interesting," Hareeta replied, nodding politely. "Arjun and I often discuss the challenges in the shipping industry. It’s a very dynamic field, and one that’s constantly evolving."

Just then, Arjun Sir arrived with a tray laden with glasses of cocktail juice. "Here you go," he announced, handing each of us a drink. 

His eyes met my mother's briefly, but mymom deliberately avoided his gaze, her expression unchanging. It was clear to me she was not interested in interacting with him at this moment.

I knew Arjun Sir had seen my mom earlier, her look of envy on his face when he had hugged Hareeta. 

He was clearly aware of the complexities of my mom's feelings, the unspoken tension between them. He handled the awkward interaction gracefully, without making a scene but he knew my mom was jealous.

"Thank you, Arjun, my love" Hareeta said, her voice warm and affectionate. 

She accepted the drink from him with a gentle smile, emphasizing the harmony in their relationship. 






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