Adultery My Shy Mom Seduced And Fucked by Sir Suresh

[Naveena komaali]

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[nadia]

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[nadia]

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...

Yes, even scientifically, regular sex does transform a woman to appear more radiant, curvier and glamorous. So I guess Arjun sir's fucking was responsible for my mom's adorable appearance.

[nadia]

CONTINUATION



((FOR THOSE JOINING THIS STORY FOR THE FIRST TIME, THIS SECTION IS WHERE ME, MY MOM AND DAD ATTENDED ARJUN SIR, (MY MOM'S LOVER) AND HIS WIFE, HAREETA'S ANNIVERSARY))

MAKE SURE YOU READ EACH PARAGRAPH WORD BY WORD IN ORDER TO UNDERSTAND THE CHARACTER'S BEHAVIOR AND THEIR THINKING.



My father commented, "This is a lovely anniversary celebration you've put together, Hareeta and Arjun. The arrangements are impressive; you've created such a warm and inviting atmosphere for your guests." 

"Thank you, Mr. Arvind," Hareeta replied graciously. "We wanted to make it a special occasion, a celebration of our twenty-four years together. We've always considered family to be very important"

"And we wanted to share this milestone with those closest to us. Especially you since you are the closest family to ours", Hareeta said.

Arjun added, "It’s been quite a journey, hasn’t it? Lots of ups and downs, but we’ve always been there for each other." He was obviously aware of the undercurrents in the room but chose to ignore it.

My mother, however, couldn’t resist a cutting remark, "Twenty-four years. It must be wonderful to achieve such longevity in a marriage. It is something to aspire to." 

The subtle sarcasm was evident.


Dear friends, it was crystal clear my mom wanted Arjun for herself, to replace Hareeta in his life. 

My mom, the woman who raised me, who instilled in me strong moral values, is now actively trying to break up a happy marriage of Hareeta. 

I'm struggling to reconcile that my mom, is now I knew with the deceitful, envious person she has become. 

I simply can't believe my own mother could stoop to this level of cruelty and deception. Did Arjun influence her?




Hareeta, ever diplomatic, smoothly changed the subject. "Priya, our daughter, is around somewhere. We should introduce you to her."

Arjun chuckled. "Actually, we’ve already met Priya. Remember, Mr. and Mrs. Arvind? She was here few days ago."

My father affirmed, "Yes, I do remember. She served us tea, a charming young girl."

"When was that?" Hareeta asked, puzzled.

"A couple of days ago," Arjun replied, clarifying. "We had a short chat with her at that time. A very brief encounter, only a few minutes. But enough to confirm that she was indeed a charming young girl."

My mother added, "Yes, she was absolutely lovely. A very pretty and gracious young girl. She seems to have her mother’s good manners and warmth." 

She sought to regain some control over the conversation and the situation. She was still trying to manage the undercurrents of her own conflicted feelings and jealousy.

"I should go and greet her again," I announced, hoping to alleviate the tension. "I’d like to congratulate her parents properly. She was so gracious earlier."

"Okay, but don’t wander too far," my mother cautioned, ever watchful. "Sunita, relax," Hareeta chuckled gently. "Let Rajeev enjoy the party. He should socialize freely and meet other people."

My mother reluctantly agreed. "Alright, alright. But please, be careful Rajeev"





I approached Priya. She was gracefully attending to the guests, her movements efficient and effortlessly charming. 

She was dressed in a long, bright grey outfit, that hugged her figure. She was stunning, radiant in her beauty. I felt a surge of intense admiration.














JUST LOOK AT HER ROUND ASS. I CAN'T BELIEVE I FUCKED THIS ASS OF PRIYA UNTIL SHE SHITTED ON MY DICK.





















"Hello Priya, congratulations to your parents on their anniversary," I said, approaching her.

"Thank you so much Rajeev," she replied with a bright smile. "It's wonderful to see you here."

"I'm very happy for them. They seem wonderfully happy together."

"They are," she smiled. "They’ve had their challenges, of course, but they’ve persevered and grown stronger through the years."

"You know," I began, emboldened by a sudden rush of feelings, "one day, I hope to celebrate my own anniversary, just like them."

Her eyes widened slightly. "Do you mean...you intend to marry me?" she asked, surprise evident in her voice.

"Yes Priya, you know I loved all your holes, and how tight they are" I said firmly. "I'm serious, Priya." I had to tell her that I was serious, despite the potential problems that might arise.

"But…Rahul," she whispered, a frown creasing her brow. "My boyfriend, Rahul. He would be terribly hurt. I don't want to hurt him, Rajeev, what we did is wrong and it should end"

"You shouldn't let him dictate your happiness," I stated, my tone earnest. 

"You should be with someone who truly makes you happy, someone who respects you and cherishes you. And that person is me" I wanted her to understand that her happiness should be the priority, not Rahul's feelings.

"I know," she agreed softly. "But I don't want to hurt him. He's been a good friend. I don't want to hurt the feelings of someone close to me."

"Priya," I replied, trying to calm her down. "You already hurt him on your birthday; that night that you enjoyed with me. We are meant to be Priya, can't you see?"

Her eyes flashed with anger. "We shouldn't even be talking about this," she hissed, her voice sharp. "It was a mistake. A mistake made out of curiosity, confusion, and intoxication."

"It was not a reflection of my true feelings for him. It doesn’t change the fact that I have feelings for him, and I don't want to intentionally cause pain.", She added.

She was deeply upset, the memories of that night stirring up conflicting emotions. But for me, that night when I fucked her inside Arjun Sir's Rollys Royce will forever be imprinted in my brain.

"Why not?" I pressed, pushing gently for her to express her feelings.

"Because," she said, her voice trembling slightly, "because it was a moment of weakness, a mistake. It doesn’t define my feelings for him, or change the kind of person I am. You made me do it." 

She wasn't ready to confront her feelings for me yet.





I complimented Priya on her beauty. "Just forget about that day then, but Priya, you look absolutely stunning tonight. That attire really suits you; it brings out the best in you."

"You're even more beautiful than usual Priya"

"Thank you," she replied, a blush rising on her cheeks. "That's very kind of you to say Rajeev. I'm glad you think so, I wasn't sure about this dress initially, but I'm happy you approve." 

She seemed flustered by the compliment but also genuinely pleased. Her eyes darted around, and I could tell she was nervous and somewhat unsure of herself, perhaps because of the risk we were taking.

My gaze drifted to her bedroom door, a subtle suggestion playing on my mind. I turned back to her, leaned in close, and whispered conspiratorially, 

"Come on, Priya. Let's go to your room. Just for a little while. I have something I want to show you."

"What do you want to show me?, I don't want your games Rajeev, my parents are here," she whispered back, her voice barely audible, her eyes wide with alarm. 

"And your parents are here too. It wouldn't be right, and I don't want to do anything that will cause any trouble or embarrassment for either of us or our families." 

She expressed her concern clearly, demonstrating her sense of responsibility and her apprehension about the potential consequences of her actions.

"We'll be quick," I insisted, my tone urgent. "No one will even notice. It will only take a few minutes, I promise. We can be secretive, and no one will ever know." 

I was trying to pressure her, to appeal to her impulsive nature, hoping to overcome her apprehension.

"No," she said firmly, shaking her head. "It's not appropriate. It's simply not the right time or the right place. I also don't want to rush into anything or feel pressured to do anything that I'm not entirely comfortable with." 

She was adamant about the inappropriateness of the situation and emphasized her desire to avoid feeling pressured.

I looked into her eyes, searching for an answer, and asked, "Priya, do you love me? Because it seems to me that if you did, you would find a way to be with me. You wouldn’t hesitate; you would make it happen." 

The question hung in the air, heavy with unspoken emotions and expectations.

"Why do you ask that?" she countered, her voice filled with apprehension. "Is this some kind of test Rajeev? I'm not sure I understand why you're asking me this now."

"What is it that you want from me, exactly?" Her uncertainty was clear. She was taken aback by the directness of the question and was trying to decipher my intentions.

"Because," I said, trying to explain my actions, "if you love me, you wouldn’t hesitate to sneak away with me. You wouldn't let this opportunity slip away."

"You would want to be with me Priya, even if it’s just for a short while, wouldn't you?" I tried to justify my behavior and pressure her into following my wishes.

She remained silent, her expression unreadable. I leaned closer, my voice a low murmur against her ear. "If you love me, meet me in your bedroom. I'll be waiting for you there."

"Just think about it; it would be a secret between us."

Leaving her standing there, conflicted and uncertain, I headed towards her bedroom, slipped inside, and locked the door. The room smelled faintly of lavender and vanilla, a sweet, feminine scent that heightened my anticipation. 

It was a comforting and familiar scent that I'd come to associate with her. I waited, my heart pounding in my chest, for what felt like a very long time.

Finally, the door opened cautiously. Priya peeked around, her eyes scanning the hallway, making sure no one was watching before she carefully entered, closing the door behind her with a soft click. 

She seemed to be very concerned about getting caught and very careful to make sure no one was looking.

Before she could even turn around, I pounced, my arms encircling her from behind. I kissed her neck, my lips lingering there, savoring the softness of her skin. 

The warmth of her skin against mine heightened my excitement, making me even more eager for intimacy.

"Calm down," she said, her voice slightly breathless. "Please, be careful. Someone might hear us, and that would create quite a problem for both of us aahahh ssshho oooohhhh"

"Rajeev, aaahhhh my parents would be utterly furious, and I don’t want to create a scene, or get into trouble." 

She expressed her concern clearly while she moaned in pleasure, demonstrating her sense of responsibility and her apprehension about the potential consequences of her actions.

"I can't," I breathed against her ear. "I've been waiting for this moment all night. I've thought about this all day, and I just can’t control myself anymore. I need you. Priya" 

I was trying to justify my behavior, explaining my overwhelming desire to be close to her.

I turned her around to face me, my hands cupping her cheeks. I kissed her lips, a deep, passionate kiss that left us both breathless. She responded instinctively.

Her hands finding their way into my hair, holding my head close as our lips met again and again. The intensity of the moment overwhelmed us both; we were swept away by the passion.

"When I finish schoool," I whispered against her lips, "I'm going to marry you. We'll have our own place, and we can do whatever we want, whenever we want." 

The statement felt powerful, bold, and full of hope.

"Stop dreaming," she said, pulling away slightly. "That's a very nice thought, but it's not realistic right now. We need to be much more careful, and it would be unwise for us to make any plans that are so far into the future."

"We have to focus on the present, Rajeev, don't get me in trouble" 

Her voice was soft, yet firm, indicating that she had little faith in my aspirations and was also reminding me of the realities of our situation.

"Get down on your knees," I commanded, "and take off my dick from my trousers."

Without hesitation, she obeyed, dropping to her knees, her hands quickly unbuckling my trouser. My dick sprang free, and she recoiled slightly, showing a brief moment of reluctance.

"Eeww," she exclaimed, her nose wrinkling. "It really stinks! It’s so strong. What is that awful smell?" She expressed her revulsion clearly, emphasizing how unpleasant the odor was.

"It stinks because of your shit when I fucked your ass, I think it clung onto my dick," I explained, my voice low and intense. 

The scent of her shit on my pants was driving me wild, and I wanted to share that sensation with her.

"You didn't take a bath? It stinks, and you want me to suck it?" she asked, her voice laced with disbelief. 

"Seriously? You think this is a good idea? After that smell? Really?" She was clearly shocked by my proposition and struggling to understand my reasoning.

"Yes," I confirmed, my eyes fixed on her, determined to proceed with my plan.

"No," she said, pushing herself back. "I absolutely cannot do that. I can't, even if you're serious. The smell is far too overwhelming. It’s far too strong for me, I just can’t. You are a pervert and dirty person Rajeev" 

She was expressing her revulsion clearly, emphasizing how unpleasant and overwhelming the odor was.

"What's happening?" I asked, confused by her sudden reluctance.

"I can't taste it," she said, her voice strained. "The smell is far too intense, it’s overpowering. I physically cannot bring myself to do it, even if I wanted to." 

She was trying to justify her refusal, emphasizing the physical reaction the smell was causing.

"Why not? It's your shit, and you love my dick, don't you?. This is the perfect climax, the ultimate culmination of our passion. It's supposed to be a shared experience." 

I was trying to persuade her, arguing that it should be a shared experience.

"The smell…" she stammered. "It's too strong. I'm overwhelmed by it, I find it utterly disgusting. I just can’t." She was still emphasizing the overpowering nature of the smell.

"Are you going to leave me hungry?" I asked, my tone hardening slightly.

"What do you mean?" she asked, clearly confused by my sudden shift in demeanor. She was clearly concerned and apprehensive about my increasingly forceful behavior.

"Hungry for your body, for your touch, for you. I'm craving your intimacy, the intensity of our connection. It's a burning desire within me. I desperately need to be close to you." 




I was trying to explain my overwhelming desire.

"Not today," she pleaded, her eyes wide with fear. "My parents could walk in at any moment. This really isn't safe or appropriate. We really need to be careful"

"We could get into a lot of trouble if anyone found out about this." 

She was emphasizing the risk and the potential consequences of our illicit actions.

"I can't leave you," I said, my voice urgent. I grabbed her from behind, pinning her against the wall, her back pressed against the cool surface. 

My tone was serious and inflexible, indicating that I wasn't going to give up.

"What are you doing?" she asked, alarm rising in her voice. "What is it that you want to do Rajeev, let me go" She was expressing fear about my intentions.

"I'm going to fuck your asshole again," I growled, my voice low and menacing. I was focused on what I wanted; I didn't care about her apprehension. My determination was unwavering.

"No," she protested, shaking her head vehemently. "I don't want to do something so filthy, so degrading, Rajeev let me go, I will not tell you again."

"I don't want to do anything that will leave me feeling dirty or ashamed like the other night" 

She was emphasizing her aversion to this particular act, because she was afraid of shitting herself during anal sex like she did last time when I fucked her asshole.

"Why not?" I asked, already unfastening her trouser. "Why are you resisting so strongly? What is it that you're so afraid of?" I sought to understand the source of her resistance.

"It's not right. I don't like doing filth. It's not the right time. We're in a very vulnerable position right now, and there are too many risks. My parents could come in at any second", she said.

"And I'm scared of the possible consequences." Her resistance was stiffening, yet there was still a tinge of curiosity and uncertainty in her voice.

Ignoring her pleas, I removed her panties. I positioned my dick against her tight asshole, ignoring her protests. My intention was to proceed decisively; the opportunity was there, and I wasn't going to let it slip away.

"Please, no, Rajeev stop this now, I demand you, stop this, don't fuck my ass" she begged, her voice laced with desperation. 

"I don’t like that. It’s uncomfortable, it’s filthy, and I've already made it clear that I'm not comfortable with that particular activity."

"Stop Rajeev." She was expressing her aversion to this particular act and appealing to my memory of the previous unpleasant encounter.

"Shut up," I snarled, my resolve firm. "This is what I want, and this is what we're going to do. I don't want to hear anymore resistance." I spat on my dick to lubricate it.

With force, I guided my dick into her asshole.

She screamed, a high-pitched, desperate cry of pain and protest: "Aaargh! No! No! Stop it! It hurts! It's so painful; please stop! Get this out of here!" 

Her screams filled the small room, echoing her distress and fear. I was fearful if her screams could be heard in the guest room and the hallway.

I leaned in, whispering into her ear, "Your asshole feels so good. So tight, so warm. This is such a unique experience; this is what makes it so exhilarating. This is the closest I can get to you Priya."

"Why are you doing this to me? Aaahhhh oooooooooohhhhh" she sobbed. "Why are you doing this to me? Why are you hurting me like this?" Her screams continued, expressing her deep distress and overwhelming pain.



"Because I want you," I said, my voice hard. "I want you so badly, I don't want you to be with that imbecilic Rahul and I'm taking what I want. This will be a memory we will never forget."

"This is our moment; whether you like it or not, this is what will become part of our history." I was determined to press on with my intentions.

I continued to move my cock in and out of her asshole, ignoring her pleas and her screams. "Aaargh! No! Please…stop…it hurts! It’s so painful, I can’t take this anymore! Please…don’t… ouch ooohh!" 

Her voice was choked with tears and pain, her words struggling to escape as she continued to express her suffering.

"Did you go to the toilet earlier to shit?" I asked her, ignoring her protests. I was determined to control the situation and ignore her pleas.

"Stop asking me that! aaahhh oooohh" she screamed, her body writhing against my grip as I pushed further inside her sweet asshole. 

"It's irrelevant, and it's making me feel worse. Why are you even bringing that up Rajeev? You're making it harder for me to handle this." Her frustration and fear were evident.

I forced my dick further in. "Answer me!" I roared.

"Ouch ouch ouch easy easy aahhhhh Ok Ok Ok Yes! I went to shit earlier" she shrieked, her voice barely a whisper amidst her sobs.

"Then don't worry," I said, my voice almost gentle, "you won’t get dirty with shit like last time. It’ll all be clean. It's all going to be fine." 

I tried to offer reassurance, attempting to calm her down, while continuing to pursue my own desires.


I began to pump in and out of her asshole, holding her firmly against the wall. The rhythm was intense, the pressure building with each thrust. The heat of her skin against mine was intoxicating.

"Do you like it…in your asshole Priya?" I asked, my voice husky with exertion and desire. 

"Kya yeh kuch aisa hai jiska aap anand le rahe hain? Main jaanne ke liye utsuk hoon ki aap kaisa mahsus kar rahe hain; yeh ek kaafi asamaanya anubhav hai, hai na?" 

(Is this something you're enjoying? I'm curious to know how you're feeling; it's a rather unusual experience, isn't it?" 

I wanted to gauge her pleasure, to understand her reaction to this unconventional intimacy.

"Mujhe yeh pasand hai." she gasped, her voice thick with pleasure. "Aage badhte raho fuck my asshole…harder…deeper…Yeh itna shaktishaali mahsus hota hai, maine isse pehle kabhi aisa anubhav nahi kiya. aahhh"

"It's both strange and incredibly stimulating." The words were a mix of breathlessness and intense satisfaction; her response was surprisingly enthusiastic.

The fact that my friend's girlfriend was not only tolerating but actively encouraging me to fuck her asshole filled me with a strange sense of pride. The warmth inside her asshole was incredible, a moist heat that felt intensely intimate and strangely compelling. 



Dear friends, I didn't understand my attraction to this forbidden act of asshole fucking, this unconventional intimacy, but I accepted it as a part of who I was, a darker side I hadn't previously known existed.

It was a side that was both exciting and filthy. I knew Arjun Sir's influence was behind this; he had introduced me to this unusual filthy practice, and it had ignited something forbidden within me.



Priya's shouts filled the room, a mix of pleasure and pain: "Oh god…yes…harder…ugh…it feels so…strange…but…good…oh god…I can't believe this is happening. My asshole is burning; I'm not sure I can handle it"

"But I don't want it to stop. Fuck my ass ooooohhhhhh yesssss ooh Rajeev your dick feels so good in my asshole." Her cries were a mixture of intense sensation and shock at this unexpected, boundary-pushing experience.


"Keep quiet," I told her, but she couldn't control her cries. The intensity of the sensation was overwhelming her; the pleasure was so intense that it was hard for her to contain herself. 

"We don't want anyone to hear us. If someone finds out, we'll be in a lot of trouble," I added, trying to make her focus on the potential consequences.

After what felt like an eternity, approximately ten minutes, she pulled my hands away from her mouth. "I'm going to cum in your asshole!" 

I told Priya, her body convulsing. "Oh my god…I didn't think it would feel like this. This is intense; I'm completely overwhelmed by the sensations. I am also cumming"

"Me too," I said, my own release imminent. "Spread your asscheeks wider. This is the final moment, the climax of this experience. Let's cum together Priya; let's embrace this intense moment." 

I cued her: "One…two…three…" and we both cummed simultaneously.

She also orgasmed as well as soon as I filled her asshole with my cum. The contrast between the two sensations was intense, both exhilarating and strange. 

"Get it out, get your dick out of m asshole Rajeev" she said, her breathing ragged, her body trembling from the intensity of the experience.

"Are you going to pour my sperms in the toilet?" I asked, wanting to add another element to this unusual experience. "Or do you have another plan in mind?" 

I wanted to see how far we could push this unconventional act.

"Of course," she replied, still catching her breath. "What else would I do with it? It's messy, it's unpleasant; I wouldn't want to spill it on my hands or my clothing." 

She was still trying to process what had just happened.

"I have an idea," I said, a mischievous glint in my eye. "What if we did something a little different? Something unexpected? It's an experiment; are you willing to try something new?" 

I wanted to push her boundaries further.

She looked at me, stunned. "What?" she asked, genuinely curious despite her initial revulsion. "What kind of idea are you talking about? Are you suggesting something different?"

"Don't pour it out. Hold my sperms in your asshole inside until tomorrow," I said, explaining the unusual proposition. 

"It's an experiment; I think you can hold it in your asshole Priya, but I think it could be interesting. It's an opportunity to explore something new and test boundaries."

"Are you crazy? Are you completely out of your mind? That's absolutely ridiculous! I'm not that kind of girl! That's absolutely disgusting; I would never do something so reckless and foolish!" 

Her reaction was a mixture of disbelief, shock, and revulsion.

"Try it Priya, don't be so difficult," I insisted. "What's the benefit? Why should I even consider this?" 

She asked, genuinely curious despite her initial revulsion. "I need to understand your reasoning before I'm willing to do something this unconventional."

"You'll feel…different, I just want my sperms to sleep inside your asshole" I said, unable to fully articulate the unique sensation. 

"It will be a new experience; this will help you to explore a new side of yourself. It will be something we can share, something that will connect us in a unique way."

"My panties will get dirty," she protested. "I'm very particular about cleanliness, and this is simply too unhygienic; I would hate the idea of ruining my panties." 

She was trying to come up with practical reasons to refuse.

"No, as long as you clench your asshole and tighten it," I said, explaining how to control the release. "It’s about maintaining control of your asshole, managing the experience."

"Why are you teaching me this kind of filthy behavior?" she asked, her voice laced with disgust. "Why are you trying to get me to do something that makes me so uncomfortable? Why are you pushing me in this direction?" 

She was genuinely confused and concerned by my actions.

"Because it's…a filthy but very good experience," I replied, still aroused. "It's a different kind of intimacy; it's something unique. This is about pushing limits and creating a bond that goes beyond the normal."

"I've never met such a filthy person like you in my life," she exclaimed, her voice filled with both outrage and a hint of fascination. 

"This is simply beyond my comprehension; I've never encountered someone so concerned about filth"

"That's because you haven't met me before," I retorted, a smirk playing on my lips. I enjoyed her reactions; it was a thrill to push her boundaries, to test her limits. 

"This is something new; let's do something different. This is how we'll create our own unique story."

"Get your dick out of my asshole!" she shouted, her voice strained with a mixture of revulsion and exhaustion. My dick was still buried inside her asshole.


"I've had enough of this; this is far too intense, and I'm completely exhausted. I'm ready for this to be over."

"Remember to hold it in. Don't spill it, tighten your asshole" I warned, slowly withdrawing my dick from her asshole. The slow withdrawal was intentional, designed to prolong the sensation and heighten the anticipation. 

She flinched as I pulled back, and she shouted, "Faster! My shit will spill on the floor! I don't want to make a mess; I need you to be careful!"

She quickly clenched her asshole, but there wasn't much shit in her asshole left; she'd been to the toilet earlier. My dick had no shit on it either, butonly the faint scent of her shit in the air. 

But I wanted some of the mixture to drip on the floor; it was part of my twisted plan.

I pulled out quickly; some of my sperm and a bit of her shit dripped on the floor. It was a satisfying, albeit perverse, moment. I knew exactly what I was doing, and it was both exciting and slightly unnerving.

"You idiot!" she yelled, wiping the floor with her panties. "Why didn't you warn me, and why did you do that?! That was incredibly inconsiderate, messy, and utterly disgusting!"

"You should be ashamed of yourself!" She was visibly upset by the mess and by my deliberate actions.

I sat on the bed, watching her. "Since you released on your pants too, are you going to walk around the hallway like that? You will smell like shit, hahahaha" 


I was teasing her, and enjoying her embarrassment and frustration.

"No," she snapped, "I'm going to change. I need to clean myself up; I'm utterly disgusted by what just happened. This has been the most unpleasant experience of my life."

She grabbed a fresh pair of panties. Then, unexpectedly, she came near me. "Let me wipe your dick for you," 

She said, her tone still laced with anger, but a surprising gentleness underlay her actions. She started cleaning my dirty dick with her panties.

"My romantic Priya," I whispered, admiring her unexpected gesture. "You'd make such a good wife…so submissive, so willing to attend to my needs. You're so much more than I had imagined."

"Don't flatter yourself," she said, her tone dripping with sarcasm. "You're disgusting, and I'm still completely shocked and disgusted by what you've done."

"I still can't believe this actually happened. I need to get away from you."

Then, she ran to the bathroom. "Don't you dare release my cum in the toilet!" I shouted after her. I didn't want her to lose any of my sperms.

"I won't!" she yelled back, already in the bathroom. "I'll do what I have to do. But I want you to know that I'm never going to forget this. I'm never going to forgive you." 

Her words were dripping with resentment.

I buckled my trousers and left Priya's bedroom and went back to the hall way. I found my parents seated together, the guests were now dancing.

It was the height of the anniversary celebration; couples twirled and swayed, lost in the music. Yet, my parents remained seated, observing the festivities from a distance. 

I approached them, feeling a knot of unease tightening in my stomach. "Mom, Dad, why aren't you two dancing?" I asked, my voice a little too loud. 

The question felt intrusive, somehow out of place amid the swirling dancers and festive music.

My mother sighed, her gaze drifting towards Arjun Sir and Hareeta, who were locked in an embrace on the dance floor. "Frankly, I'm not in the mood for dancing. This whole atmosphere is a bit…overwhelming. I'd rather sit and observe," 

My mom added, her voice laced with a subtle bitterness I couldn't ignore. The excuse sounded unconvincing, and her forced smile didn’t quite reach her eyes.

My father, his eyes slightly bloodshot, mumbled, "Yeah, a bit tired. Need to rest my feet. Been standing all evening." His excuse was weak and unconvincing; I knew my dad loved to dance. 

It was obvious he was trying to avoid my mother's obvious displeasure.

A few meters away, Arjun Sir and Hareeta were dancing, their bodies intertwined, a picture of marital bliss. It was glaringly obvious; my mother's reluctance to dance wasn't about fatigue or discomfort. 


It was jealousy to see Hareeta with Arjun Sir. Her eyes kept looking at Arjun Sir and Hareeta, fixated on their closeness. 

My mom looked profoundly unhappy, a stark contrast to the jovial atmosphere around her. Her expression was a mixture of resentment, anger, and longing.

I decided to confront her. "Mom, are you okay? You seem upset. Is it because you're not dancing?" I asked, trying to sound casual.

She forced a smile, a strained expression that betrayed her true feelings. "I'm fine, bata. Just a little tired, that's all. Don't worry about me." 

Her voice was tight, her words carefully chosen, each syllable betraying her discomfort.

My father, sensing the tension, excused himself, moving to chat with some acquaintances. He seemed acutely aware of his wife's disinterest and discomfort. 

My mother, left alone with me, furiously tapped her phone, her eyes darting back to Arjun Sir and Hareeta, who were still dancing. Her gaze never left them. 

My mother's lust for Arjun Sir was no secret anymore; it was clear. She didn't want any woman near him, not even his wife. 

This wasn't the mother I knew, the devout, religious woman who preached about fidelity and the sanctity of marriage. This woman was consumed by her obsession & lust for Arjun Sir; she had been completely changed.

The anniversary celebrations finally ran down around 10 pm. Guests began to depart, their laughter and chatter slowly fading into the night. Hareeta, with Arjun Sir at her side, approached our family.

"It was so lovely to see you all here," Hareeta said, her voice warm and genuine. "Thank you for coming to celebrate with us. It means a lot to Arjun and me." 

She flashed a bright, happy smile; it was clear how much she loved her husband.

"It was a wonderful evening," my father replied, trying to sound enthusiastic. 

"The food was delicious, the music was great, and it was lovely to celebrate with you both." He tried to sound cheerful but his forced cheerfulness was obvious.

"Yes, it was a wonderful celebration," I added, echoing my father's sentiment. "We're glad we could be here for your special day."

My mother's response was curt. "It was…fine," she said, her voice flat, her eyes still lingering on Arjun Sir. 

Arjun Sir winked at her, but she didn't react; the anger and resentment were clearly visible on her face. It was a shocking sight, my mother’s blatant response to her lover’s attention.

We took a taxi home, the silence in the car heavy with unspoken tension. My mother seemed even angrier; her mood hadn't improved. She didn't like how Hareeta was dancing with her lover, Arjun Sir.

As we entered the house, my father, attempting to restore some semblance of normalcy, asked, 

Dad: "Honey, what's wrong? You've been like this all evening. You're unusually quiet and you keep sighing. Is something bothering you?" 

He put down his coat, concern etched on his face. He genuinely wanted to know what was troubling her. He told me to go to my room. I went to my room but I hid and listened to them.

Mom: "What's wrong? What do you think is wrong, Arvind? You're so annoying sometimes, it's infuriating. I'm in a mood, that's what's wrong. Is that so hard to understand?" 

She turned away, her back stiff with barely controlled anger.

Dad: "But you're acting... different. Is it something I did? Did I do or say something to upset you?" He tried to approach her, but she flinched away.

Mom: "You? Upset me? Don't be ridiculous. It's not you, it's me. I'm just... having a bad day, okay? So leave me alone for once." 

Dad: "No, something's clearly wrong my love. You're not acting like yourself at all. Please, tell me what's happening." 

He was worried.

Mom: "I told you! It's none of your business! You're always so nosy! Honestly, sometimes I wonder why I even bother being married to such a clueless, insensitive man." 



Dear friends, this wasn’t my mom. The way she spoke to Dad… it’s just not her. She was usually so loving and kind, a true reflection of our faith, but lately, she's been… different. 

I know why; she's secretly seeing Arjun sir, and I think things went wrong with him. That's why she's pouring anger on Dad. A strange sense of excitement washed over me as I watched them argue.

It confirmed what I'd suspected, Mom's feelings for Arjun sir. The simmering tension at home finally boiled over, and despite the ugliness of the fight, a small part of me felt a sense of good.








She glared at him, her eyes blazing. Her voice was sharp, cutting, and dripping with disdain.

Dad: "This isn't like you, Sunita. You're usually... more communicative. Please just talk to me." He reached for her hand, but she pulled it away, her expression hardening further.

Mom: "Communicative? You want communicative? Fine! I'm absolutely, positively, and utterly sick of your incessant need to know everything about my life! So leave me the hell alone."

"I need some space." She stormed out of the room, leaving Dad alone and utterly bewildered. 

She slammed her purse onto the table, the sound echoing in the suddenly silent house. Then, she stormed off to the bathroom, leaving my father and me standing there, stunned by the outburst.

I had never seen my mother act this way, consumed by jealousy over another man. 

It was a betrayal of everything I thought I knew about her, a shattering of the image of the devout, moral woman I had grown up with. She had completely changed; this was a different woman entirely.

After some time, my father cautiously approached her in the bathroom. He begged for forgiveness, for some understanding, but my mother remained silent, her anger unyielding. 

She emerged from the bathroom, changed into a satin dress. It was an unexpected transformation; she was clearly trying to put on a brave face. Her mind was filled with Arjun Sir.

She went to the kitchen and started cooking. She was putting on a brave face, but underneath that polished surface was raw, uncontrollable emotion.

My family was breaking, and the architect of this destruction was Arjun Sir. My mother's obsession with him was tearing our family apart; it was a slow, agonizing process of self-destruction. 

The happy, loving family I had always known was disappearing, replaced by tension, betrayal, and quiet hostility. It was a exciting, tragic transformation.

That night, after I ate supper, I went to my bedroom, I called Priya.

"Hey, Priya," I said, my voice low. "It's me."

"Hey," she replied, her voice sleepy. "What's up? Why are you calling this late?"

"I love you," I blurted out. "Tell me you love me, too."

"That's…a bit sudden," she said, her voice cautious. "I’m not sure what to say to that."

"I loved fucking your smelly asshole Priya," I said, ignoring her hesitation. "Tell me you loved it too."

"That was…disgusting," she admitted. "But…yes. I did. It was intensely strange, but I did enjoy it."

"It was an experience that was completely unexpected and that is why it was both strange and exciting. It gave me a unique kind of sensation."

"Are you telling the truth?" I asked, my heart pounding.

"Yes," she confirmed. "You were very intense; it was an experience that was both exhilarating and unnerving. It was something completely new, something outside of my comfort zone."


"My boyfriend Rahul has never done that to me. The sensations were intense and unexpected. Why do you love my ass so much?" she asked.

"Because of the fatness," I confessed. "The way it felt, so full, so…tight. The intensity of the sensation was truly amazing. It was an unique experience."

"You naughty boy," she giggled. "That’s why you love my ass, because of the fatness?"

"Yeah," I said. "It's just…different. I used to gaze at you when you walked, shaking your sexy round ass"

"I need to tell you something that might disappoint you," she said, her voice becoming serious. 

"I couldn’t hold your sperms in my asshole. I had to go to the toilet to shit it out. I couldn't manage it; my asshole wasn't prepared for it. My asshole just wouldn't allow me to hold it in."

"Why?" I asked.

"Your sperms was too much," she explained. "It was an overwhelming amount. It was an uncomfortable and intense sensation. I couldn’t control it; my asshoole just rejected it and shitted it out."

"It doesn't matter," I said. "I already fucked your asshole for the second time. That’s what matters."

"You turned me into some kind of…naughty, filthy person," she said, laughing.

"I love being naughty," I admitted. "I will also make you a naughty girl and I will make you leave that bastard boyfriend of yours called Rahul"

"Send me some pictures," I said, hoping to lighten the mood.

"No," she said firmly. "That's not something I'm comfortable with. I'm not that type of girl."

"I can't sleep without them," I insisted.

"What kind of pictures?" she asked, suspicious.

"Naughty ones," I said.

"No!" she exclaimed. "I'm a religious girl. I'm not going to share those type of pictures with you. Absolutely not."

"Why?" I asked.

"Because I'm religious," she repeated, emphasizing that she adheres to strict moral principles. "It’s against my principles to share those types of images. I have a moral code, and I try to stick to it."

"Just normal ones, then," I pleaded.

She finally relented, sending a few casual photos. It wasn't what I'd hoped for, but at least it was something.









SHE ALSO SENT ME THIS VIDEO. THIS IS HER REAL VIDEO BENDING OVER. I CAN'T BELIEVE I FUCKED THAT ASS. I JUST CAN'T BELIEVE I FUCKED THAT SMELLY SHITTY ASSHOLE.

AAAARRGGHHH!!!

[Victorjohnson]

Just fucking a girl or making her ur bitch doesn't mean mission accomplished... Her character shd be changed..reputation need to be damaged..her interest on her body and character shd be abolished... Next time when some guy sees her they shd nt have any sex interest on her... Then we can say mission accomplished

That's y guy's who fuck a woman make them pregnant or make them gain weight, have big ass and make them look like fat pig... This is wat real completion of a woman by a man is ....

[nadia]

Just fucking a girl or making her ur bitch doesn't mean mission accomplished... Her character shd be changed..reputation need to be damaged..her interest on her body and character shd be abolished... Next time when some guy sees her they shd nt have any sex interest on her... Then we can say mission accomplished

That's y guy's who fuck a woman make them pregnant or make them gain weight, have big ass and make them look like fat pig... This is wat real completion of a woman by a man is ....

Not always. Reputation can be demolished in variety of ways. But I get your point. Nonetheless, Priya's reputation, if you read from previous session, has COMPLETELY digressed from her religious norms.

However, stay tuned for the next update tomorrow!

[Boobsucker1994]

So, she already started ignoring her husband... Can't believe how his fucking as changed her in a single day just a day before she is crying for recovery of her husband... She loved and cherished him a lot as a husband she has 20 years of bond with him... But now Surely arjun sir is a winner... With the power of his dick he is shattering her feelings towards her husband slowly... Waiting to see to what far he will take it further... Arjun sir should propose her for marriage and marry her divorcing her husband and he should make her fatter with his babies... Waiting to see how much she will change in future with her behaviour....

Arjun sir fucking sunita video available means share the link bro...

[Mahendra_]

The writer of this story is incredibly talented. The level of detail present in this narration causes the readers, for me that is, feel as they are part of the story themselves.

Many stories in this forum keep skipping details which throws readers into confusion. But this story story stands out as explicably detailed.

Furthermore, I love how the writer doesn't just jump into sections without carefully transitioning with comprehensive explanation. Simply fantastic.

Can't wait for the next story!!

[Mahendra_]

So, she already started ignoring her husband... Can't believe how his fucking as changed her in a single day just a day before she is crying for recovery of her husband... She loved and cherished him a lot as a husband she has 20 years of bond with him... But now Surely arjun sir is a winner... With the power of his dick he is shattering her feelings towards her husband slowly... Waiting to see to what far he will take it further... Arjun sir should propose her for marriage and marry her divorcing her husband and he should make her fatter with his babies... Waiting to see how much she will change in future with her behaviour....

Arjun sir fucking sunita video available means share the link bro...

True

[nadia]

CONTINUATION





The next morning, I awoke and headed towards the sitting room, my usual routine. I found my parents already there; the aroma of freshly brewed coffee and sizzling bacon wafted from the kitchen. 


My mother was sat on my father's lap, a scene that was both surprising and slightly unsettling. It was an unexpected sight; it was a scene I had never witnessed before. 

It was a scene very rare because all this time, my mom was only being fucked and sitting on Arjun Sir's lap.

From where I stood, it appeared she was attempting to reconcile with him after her angry quarrel the previous night, a clear attempt to smooth things over and restore a sense of normalcy.

I hesitated, unsure of how to approach the scene. It felt awkward and intrusive to just walk in. I decided to observe from a distance, hiding and listening to their conversation. 



Mom: (sitting comfortably on Dad's lap, with a playful smile on her face) Hey, my love. Are you still holding onto that grumpy look from last night, or did I manage to get extra cute overnight? 

Dad: (sipping his coffee, his arm wrapped gently around Mom's waist as he glances over at her) Well, the cute factor is definitely there, but I can’t just wipe the slate clean that easily. 

I mean, it’s hard to forget how you shouted at me last night. But really, why were you so angry last night? It felt more intense than usual.

Mom: (pouting lightly, her head on Dad's chest) Okay, fine. If you must know, it’s because you keep asking so many questions! Sometimes it feels like you’re trying to dissect every little thing I do. 

Plus, your overprotectiveness can get a bit suffocating. I just want to feel a little more relaxed, you know? A little free.

Dad: (sighs, putting his cup down and gently stroking Mom's hair) “I had no idea my concern was bothering you that much. I thought I was just trying to look out for you."

"But I get it; I guess I need to ease up a bit. It just comes from a place of love, but I see how it can come off the wrong way."

Mom: (snuggles into Dad's chest) “Exactly! And last night was just the tipping point. I promise I’ll try to be less reactive if you can promise to be a little less… intense with the questions."

"Let’s turn these misunderstandings into more playful conversations, just like we used to!”

Dad: (smiling down at Mom) “Playful conversations sound much better than interrogation. I guess a little light-heartedness could make things easier between us. By the way, I love how cozy you are on my lap.”

Mom: (winks, her eyes sparkling) “I love being cozy with you too. Maybe I’ll whip up my famous pancakes as a peace offering, and you can enjoy them with a side of playful banter."

"And don’t worry, I won’t bite too hard if you ask me too many questions this time. But I will bite your dick tonight on the bed, hehehe”

Dad: (chuckles, shaking his head) “Well, if we’re negotiating biting my dick recipes, I expect a generous portion of that charming pussy on the side. And I promise to be on my best behavior, with minimal interrogation. Deal?”

Mom: (nods, her head still on Dad's chest) “Deal! I’ll make sure to ride your dick with a sprinkle of sweetness and a dash of understanding."

"And let’s make a pact—no more lingering silence, only laughter and love from here on out!”

Dad: (smirks) “That sounds perfect! Just know that if I slip and ask too many questions, it’s only because I care. But I think I can keep things in check as long as you keep snuggling like this.”



After a while, their quiet conversation ended. I cautiously entered the sitting room, trying to appear nonchalant.

"Good morning, dear," my mother greeted me, a genuine warmth in her voice that surprised me. 

"Good morning, Mom," I replied, trying to maintain a natural tone despite the unusual morning scene and the slightly uneasy feeling lingering in the air. 

"Good morning, son," my father said, his voice a bit rougher than usual. "Sleep well? It’s a new day; hopefully it will be a better day than yesterday." 

He seemed eager to start fresh, to put the previous night's events behind them.

"Yeah, Dad, I slept well, thank you. And you? How did you sleep after the events of last night? I'm just curious; I'm hoping everything is okay"

 I replied, trying to sound relaxed, despite the tension still lingering in the air. My concern was genuine; I wanted my parents to be happy.

"I slept alright, son," he said, his voice more hesitant now. "Your mother...well, let's just say she kept me awake for a little while. It's all water under the bridge now though hehehe" 

The remark was indirect, carefully avoiding any explicit mention of their argument. It was an attempt to minimize the conflict and avoid unnecessary drama.

We talked about the anniversary, about the food, about the music – anything to avoid dwelling on the previous night's events. 

The conversation felt forced, yet there was a clear attempt to regain a sense of normalcy and family unity. 

While I spoke to my father, my mother busied herself in the kitchen, but I noticed her repeatedly glancing at her phone, quickly looking up to ensure we weren't watching her.

I knew exactly what she was doing. It had to be Arjun Sir, texting her, possibly wondering why she had been so distant at the anniversary, why she’d seemed so angry and withdrawn. 

The reconciliation with my father meant nothing; her heart, her emotions, were clearly still with Arjun Sir.

As she sectetly checked her phone, her face was pale, a stark contrast to the lively exterior she presented to us. It was obvious to me that her mind was far away; her heart was not with us; her loyalties were divided.

I excused myself and went to have a bath. I needed to clear my head, to process the complex emotions swirling within my family, and to prepare myself for the day ahead.

When I emerged from the bathroom, refreshed and ready for the day, my father was preparing to leave for a meeting before his upcoming trip.

"Jaya called," my mother announced, "She needs help with some shopping, and she specifically asked for me. So I'm going with her; it will be nice to get out of the house for a little while." 

"Okay, Mom," I said, trying to keep my voice neutral. "That's perfectly fine. You two seem to get along well; it sounds like a nice outing for the two of you." 

It was clear to me what this was about; I had known this all along. I wished I could say something, but I knew it would be futile. It was better to stay silent; there was nothing I could do to stop it.

"Sounds good," my father agreed, trying to remain calm and maintain a semblance of normalcy. He was clearly uncomfortable with the prospect of his wife spending time outside. 

My dad was polite, and maintained a calm exterior, yet underneath I could sense the unrest and the brewing tension. He was clearly uneasy, but there was also resignation, and a forced acceptance of what was happening.

I went to my room to change, planning to visit Priya again and probably fuck her pussy.

As my mother emerged from her bedroom, she was transformed. She was wearing a light purple dress, short, barely reaching her upper knees. It was a striking contrast to her usual modest clothing. 

It revealed almost half of her thighs, and the overall look was strikingly revealing, bordering on provocative. It was a shocking transformation; this was a different woman, a woman I barely recognized.









She entered the sitting room, approaching my father, who was still gathering his things. "How do I look?" she asked, her voice betraying a mix of confidence and apprehension. 

She was clearly seeking his approval, yet the undercurrent of defiance was unmistakable. It seemed she had made up her mind, and she was seeking validation.

My father looked up, startled by her appearance. "You…you look…nice," he stammered, his voice unsure. He was caught off guard; he clearly wasn't prepared for this dramatic change in her appearance. 

He tried to find words that wouldn’t be confrontational, yet he was clearly uncomfortable. Deep down, he was deeply unhappy about her wearing something so revealing. He wasn't quite sure how to respond.

"Are you sure?" she pressed, her tone playful, yet suggestive. She was clearly seeking his approval.

"Yes," he said, forcing a smile. "You look…very…nice. It’s…different. A new look for you," he added, carefully choosing his words to avoid a quarrel. 

He knew a conflict would only escalate the tension and cause further damage. He was trying to maintain peace and avoid an unnecessary confrontation. He was clearly worried.

"I want to look beautiful," she explained. "I want to feel good about myself. It's important for me to feel confident and attractive. I'm going through a phase of self-discovery"

"I'm experimenting with my style." Her words carried a double meaning. 

She was both expressing a desire for beauty and hinting at the transformation she was experiencing outside of her marriage with non other than Arjun Sir.

It was a veiled reference to her feelings for Arjun.

"You always look beautiful to me," my father replied, but his eyes betrayed a deep-seated discomfort. He was worried about her decision to wear such a revealing outfit. 

He was worried about what might happen when she ventured outside the home in this attire, what kind of attention she might attract. He couldn't quite articulate his concern, yet he was deeply uneasy about this sudden change. 

He couldn't understand why she had suddenly started to dress in a so revealing manner.



"Goodbye, dear," my mother said, her voice light, almost breezy, as she stepped out of the house. 

She paused at the door, offering a fleeting smile that didn't quite reach her eyes, a smile that seemed more for show than genuine emotion. 

It was a quick, almost careless goodbye, a stark contrast to the emotional turmoil I knew she was experiencing.

"Bye, Mom," I replied, my tone even and controlled.

"See you later, dear," my father said, his tone subdued. It was clear he wasn't happy with her choice of attire, but he was trying to maintain a calm and controlled demeanor to avoid any further conflict. 

He had accepted the situation, but not without inner turmoil.

My mother's fat ass shook slightly as she waved goodbye; the gesture was subtly telling. The shakiness of her big ass wasn’t due to age or nervousness, but to the sheer intensity of the excitement.






A few minutes later, I left to visit Priya, my mind still preoccupied with the events unfolding at home. I felt a strange mix of anticipation and unease.

My phone buzzed; it was an unexpected call from Arjun Sir.

"Hello," he said, his voice a smooth baritone, surprisingly jovial. "How's the young man doing today?"

"Hi Arjun Sir," I replied, trying to keep my voice casual. I was surprised and slightly startled by the call. It was an unexpected phone call that put me on the defensive. "I'm doing fine. How are you?"

"Oh, I'm doing very well, thanks. And Priya? How is my sweet Priya?" he asked, his tone laced with a playful inquisitiveness. I was clearly being tested. I could sense the undercurrent of curiosity, maybe a hidden desire.

"She's amazing, Sir," I replied, a smile tugging at my lips. "She's doing great; she's smart, kind, and incredibly fun to be around. You've raised a truly wonderful daughter." 

I meant every word; Priya was truly exceptional. The praise was genuine, completely sincere.

"You make me very proud, my boy, Rajeev" he said, his voice now serious, deeply heartfelt. "You really do. You made me extremely happy." There was genuine affection in his tone.

"Why, sir? What did I do?" I asked, genuinely curious about his unexpected praise. It felt strange, unnerving, and deeply intriguing. I sensed a hidden depth behind his words.

"Last night, at my anniversary," he began, "I saw you…fucking Priya's asshole very hard. In her bedroom." His voice was calm, but there was an underlying tension in his words.

My mind reeled. "How…how did you see that?" I exclaimed, genuinely bewildered. 

How could he see us??; he was in the main hall, far from Priya's room. The whole situation was completely baffling; it seemed impossible.

"I have a hidden camera in Priya's bedroom," he revealed, his voice perfectly calm, devoid of any hint of guilt or embarrassment. "A small, discreet camera."

My astonishment was absolute. "Woow sir, why? would you do that?" I stammered, struggling to process the information. 

"I…I like to watch Priya sometimes, I love to see her naked" he confessed. 

"You know, when she's changing, getting ready. It gives me a sense of peace. I'm proud of her; she's my daughter, and it's nice to just keep track of her from time to time." 

His explanation was somewhat unconvincing, bordering on perversion. I knew there was more.

"You…you watch her…changing?" I repeated, my voice barely a whisper. The image was deeply unsettling. It was deeply inappropriate.

"Yes," he admitted, his voice devoid of remorse. "I love to watch her plump sexy ass, her sweet curves. There is something unique and appealing about her." 

He paused, then added, "It's a father's love; it's unique and incomparable. It’s a feeling of warmth and affection. She is my daughter. I simply enjoy watching her."

I was shocked. A father saying this about his daughter? It was deeply naughty, crossing the line into unhealthy obsession. 

Yet, I couldn't deny a strange, unsettling feeling of excitement. It was a strange cocktail of emotions.

"You’re a naughty man," I said, a nervous laugh escaping my lips. It was an awkward attempt to diffuse the tension.

"Perhaps," he chuckled. "But a loving father nonetheless. I just love to see Priya naked and also when she baths and also when she shits in the toilet; there is nothing wrong with that."

"Since when have you been doing this?" I asked, trying to maintain a calm exterior despite the turmoil within. It was disturbing yet strangely compelling.

"From way back" he confessed without hesitation. "I've installed a camera in her bedroom and bathroom long ago"

"Do you…do you have feelings for her?" I asked, the question hanging heavy in the air. The idea was both terrifying and strangely exciting.

"No, of course not," he said firmly. "But I love watching her; she’s like a work of art. There’s a sense of profound admiration that is hard to explain."

"I simply adore her curvy body, her youthful energy, her innocence."

"You're a good dad," I said, surprising even myself. It was a strange, twisted kind of admiration.

"Actually, I also have a secret recorder installed in my Rolls Royce," he said, shattering any remaining sense of normalcy. "I watched you and Priya…getting intimate, on her birthday party. "

I gasped, stunned into silence. "What??? Really??!!"

"The recorder is strategically placed; it’s designed to capture everything that happens in the back seat. It's discreet, high-resolution, and it has a wide-angle lens. The audio quality is exceptional."

"Did you…did you enjoy it?" I asked, a strange mix of curiosity and apprehension swirling within me.

"It was…interesting. It gave me a unique perspective. It allowed me to understand my daughter more. To understand her desires, her passions. I loved how you fucked her pussy and she moaned"

"Have you ever…rubbed your dick, thinking of Priya?" I asked, the question a culmination of my shocked curiosity.

There was a long pause. "A couple of times," he finally admitted, his voice low. "Sometimes the longing is very difficult to control."

"If you had the chance…would you fuck Priya's asshole?"

"No," he said immediately. "In my dreams, perhaps. But in reality? Absolutely not. She is my daughter. That would be wrong on so many levels."

"You know," he continued, "I congratulate you for fucking Priya’s asshole for me. I was tired of watching her ass, knowing that it hadn’t been fucked yet. It was driving me mad."

"Why? What does that even mean?" I asked, bewildered. This whole conversation was surreal.

"It means," he explained, "that you fulfilled a desire I couldn't fulfill myself. You know; it's forbidden, of course. I simply enjoy watching her naked, nothing more."

"But your actions...they satisfied a part of me that I couldn't act upon myself. I want my daughter to be a slut and a good whore"

"So, because I fucked her asshole twice, I have to fuck her three more times to make it five?" I questioned, still trying to process the oddness of the situation.

"Exactly," he said, a chuckle in his voice. "Five times; it's a magical number. It's a symbol of completeness. If you fuck her asshole 5 times wihout using her pussy, she will love you"

"But my dick smells like her shit," I joked, trying to lighten the mood.

"I know," he laughed. "The smell of your mother's shit is also on my dick. It smells really good even now"

"Why doesn’t the smell go away, even after washing with soap?" I asked, still amused.

"Because it's ingrained," he replied. "It's a deep, lingering scent. The memory of the sensations and emotions is too strong, too deep-seated. It is a feeling that stays with you."

"You actually love the smell of my mom's shit on your dick?" I asked, intrigued by his openness.

"Yes," he confessed. "It represents a secret pleasure, a forbidden desire. It's a reminder of something intimate, something forbidden yet deeply satisfying. It's a peculiar kind of satisfaction."

"I love the smell of Priya's shit on my cock too," I admitted.

"Hey can I ask, is your Mom mad at me?" he asked, a hint of concern in his voice.

"I guess," I replied. "She was watching you dance with Hareeta last night. She looked so jealous."

"It was all part of the plan," he said. "To make her jealous, to make her desire me even more. The jealousy was good; a way to intensify her feelings towards me."

"I really love your mom. It was calculated, calculated to make her crave my attention. It is the ultimate expression of love."

"Very soon," Arjun Sir said, his voice low and conspiratorial, "your mother will leave your father. She'll move in with me. It's all but inevitable; it's just a matter of time."

"The process is well underway; we're both fully invested. It's only a matter of time now before she makes the final decision. It's an exciting development."

"Why?" I asked, a surge of excitement coursing through me. The thought of my mother leaving my father, of her abandoning her family for another man, filled me with a strange, exhilarating thrill. 

It was a shocking and audacious revelation. It seemed like a dream.

"Because she loves me," he replied simply, his tone laced with self-assurance. "It's something deep and profound; it's a love that transcends all boundaries"

"And it is because she loves my dick in her asshole."

"How soon?" I pressed, eager for more details. The anticipation was killing me.

"Very soon," he repeated, "but not so soon. We need to let things develop naturally; we don't want to rush it. We need to savor the moment"

I shifted the conversation, a new thought grabbing my attention. "What about the video? The video you recorded of me and Priya?" 

"That's why I called," he said, his voice dropping to a near whisper. "I have something in mind, something…interesting."

"What do you have in mind?" I asked, my curiosity piqued. 

"I'm going to send you that video," he said, "and I want you to send it to Rahul."

A wave of shock washed over me. Rahul, Priya's boyfriend, would be furious if he saw that video. It was a reckless, possibly dangerous act. The consequences were potentially disastrous. 

"Why?" I asked, my voice laced with disbelief. 

"Because," he said, his tone hardening, "friendship means nothing. Pleasure is what matters. Pure, unadulterated pleasure. It is the pursuit of pleasure that dictates our actions"

His words struck a chord, stirring something deep within me. I'd always hated Rahul, his success, his effortless charm. 

Arjun Sir’s words were tapping into my own deep-seated resentment, fueling my desire for revenge and personal gain. He was subtly reminding me of my own plans to ruin Rahul's relationship with Priya. 

It was manipulation pure and simple.

"You want me to ruin their relationship?" I asked, the question hanging in the air, a heavy weight on my conscience. The statement was bold, provocative, and yet strangely appealing.

"Yes, ruin," he corrected. "Enhance. Enhance the drama, intensify the emotions. It’s all about pushing boundaries, exploring the darker side of human nature. It’s all part of the game."

"But…Rahul is my friend," I protested weakly. The act felt immoral, unethical. It felt deeply disturbing.

"Friendship is nothing, a tool to be used and discarded when it no longer serves a purpose. It's a fleeting thing, easily replaced. It's a temporary alliance."

"Pleasure, however, is everlasting. It’s enduring. It’s a feeling that stays with you long after the moment is gone."

He continued to weave his web of manipulation, painting a vivid picture of the benefits of destroying another person's happiness, of inflicting pain for personal gain. 


"Think of your mother," he said, his voice a smooth voice. "I'm in the process of ruining her relationship with your father, of taking her away from him. It's a process of manipulation"

A strange excitement began to bloom within me, a dark, intoxicating thrill at the prospect of destruction, of wielding power.

"Yes," I agreed, my voice echoing with newfound conviction. It felt liberating to abandon my moral compass. He had removed all inhibitions. I had found my newfound freedom. 

I had found a path to fulfilling my own desires.

"Send it now," he urged. "Send it today. Ruining other people's relationships is rewarding; it is inherently satisfying. It is a feeling of immense power, of complete control over another's emotions."

He used the example of his relationship with my mother, his calculated plan to break her marriage to my father, as a testament to the power of manipulating emotions and desires.

His words resonated deeply within me, igniting a sense of dark excitement and a desire for power.

"Yes, Arjun Sir," I replied, my voice filled with a strange sense of exhilaration.

"Now," he said, his tone more urgent. "Ruin your friendship with Rahul. Take Priya for yourself. It's a natural progression; it is an act of natural selection.:

"What do you value most? Your friendship with Rahul or your desire for Priya? Choose wisely. Only then can you begin to truly understand the depths of your emotions, desires, and your true motivations."

"Priya, Sir, I choose Priya, and I hate Rahul, I want to ruin his relationship, I hate him because he has Priya" I said without hesitation. My response was unwavering and resolute.

"And why?" he asked.

"Because she's beautiful, intelligent, and I feel a connection with her that I’ve never felt with anyone before. I am jealous."

"Good," he said, his voice approving. "Then follow my words. Do as I say. Destroy your friendship with Rahul; he is merely a stepping stone in your path towards greatness."

"He is nothing more than a means to an end. He is easily replaceable."





Dear friends, Rahul had been my best friend, always there for me, always ready to offer support and guidance. But now, none of that mattered. I wanted him gone away from Priya.

I wanted to destroy his happiness, to take everything from him. Arjun Sir’s influence had transformed me; I had undergone a a good change. I had become someone else.




"Send me the video," I said, my voice devoid of any remorse. My moral compass had spun wildly. I had lost my way. I had embraced the evil of Arjun Sir, my role model.





"You are a good boy," he said, his voice filled with praise. "You are learning fast. This is a triumph; this is a symbol of victory. This marks your ascension to the next level of understanding."

He sent the video, and I immediately forwarded it to Rahul.

I felt nothing. No guilt, no remorse, only a strange sense of pride, of satisfaction. Soon, Rahul's relationship would be over. Soon, I would have Priya. It felt good, very good. 

It was empowering to have control.

"Arjun Sir is a good person," I thought, a grin spreading across my face. "If it weren’t for his wisdom, I wouldn’t have gotten to fuck Priya in her pussy and asshole. 

He showed me that in life, lust, forbidden pleasures, and defying societal norms and expectations is what truly matters. It is a path towards self-discovery and liberation."

My mother, once a devoutly religious woman, was now the mistress of Arjun Sir. Immorality had conquered morality; the forbidden had triumphed over the sacred. 

Arjun Sir was right. He was an expert in human relations and being a pervert. I am also a pervert thank to him.

He was a master of manipulation. And I had learned at his feet, becoming a worthy disciple of hedonism. He had taught me the meaning of freedom and empowerment.

[Boobsucker1994]

Waiting for next encounter of arjun sir fucking sunita...

They way you explain story in sons point of view is awesome...

Keep trilling scenes like when son returns from hospital after meeting dad he is shocked to see arjun sir still in home surprisingly and fucking her... His mom who told in beginning to visit her husband was so immersed in his fucking that she didn't even care to visit him... Keep scenes like son going home and surprised by something unexpected happening and developments...

At present she is in conflicting situation of her love to her husband and lust to manipulator arjun sir dick...
Waiting to see how arjun sir manages to get her divorced to arvind... Can arvind be able to take it...

[nadia]

Waiting for next encounter of arjun sir fucking sunita...

They way you explain story in sons point of view is awesome...

Keep trilling scenes like when son returns from hospital after meeting dad he is shocked to see arjun sir still in home surprisingly and fucking her... His mom who told in beginning to visit her husband was so immersed in his fucking that she didn't even care to visit him... Keep scenes like son going home and surprised by something unexpected happening and developments...

At present she is in conflicting situation of her love to her husband and lust to manipulator arjun sir dick...
Waiting to see how arjun sir manages to get her divorced to arvind... Can arvind be able to take it...

Definitely. From now onwards, few twisted plots will occur. Stay Tuned!!

[nadia]

CONTINUATION





I put my phone away after talking to Arjun Sir. His words were still ringing in my ears. I decided to go see Aunty Jaya, Rahul's mom. I really, really hated Rahul but I just wanted to greet his mom.


Aunty Jaya has been a really nice family friend to us so I just thought let me go and say hi to her.

My mom was going to visit her later that day, but I wanted to get there first. Aunty Jaya lived nearby, and I knew Rahul would be at home because he was grounded.

That bastard was at his grandpa's place.

Aunty Jaya always kept her gate locked, with a fingerprint scanner. Only my mom and I could get in; she trusted us, she said. I knocked, but nobody answered. 

So I used my finger to open the gate. The house felt familiar; it hadn't changed much since my last secret visit when she was being fucked by Arjun Sir. 

The smell of her perfume, a mix of sweet and musky scents, still hung in the air. It was a heady, almost overwhelming scent. It was a very strong smell; it lingered in the air.

The house was quiet. I thought maybe she wasn't home. Then, in the living room, I saw a man's shoe, dark and fancy-looking. Next to it was a lacy bra, definitely Aunty Jaya's. 

And beside that, a man's shirt, crisp and white, but with lipstick kisses on the collar. I guessed it belonged to her husband, but I remembered Aunty Jaya's husband was on a trip.

I checked the kitchen; nobody was there. I looked in the backyard—nothing. Then, from upstairs, I heard it: it was a clear moaning sounds like, "aaahh oohh sshh yes yes yes"

Loud, clear moaning. I recognized those sounds; they were Aunty Jaya’s, just like when she was with Arjun Sir. I remembered them very well. The sounds were very distinct; they were unforgettable.

My heart pounded. She was having sex and someone was fucking her so hard no wonder she was screaming at the top of her lungs. But with who? 

Could her husband have come home early? I'm a pretty naughty kid, so I decided to find out. I really wanted to know what was going on. I needed to know. I like watching mature people having sex.

I went upstairs, trying to be quiet. Before I even reached her room, I heard her moaning again.

"Oh God…yes…oh yes… fuck my pussy ooooh yes your cock is so big and tasty ooooohhh" she moaned loudly, her voice all breathy. "Oh, that feels so good…harder…right there…it's amazing. Fucckkk meee!!!"

I was really shocked. This wasn't just a quick thing; this was serious. The sexual moment was wild. It was intense; it was passionate. It was a full-blown sexual fucking.

"I love the way you fuck my pussy," she gasped. "It makes me shiver. It's so intense; it feels so good. It's incredibly exciting."

"It's my pleasure, my dear," a man's voice answered, low and rough. "I'm enjoying this immensely. This is thrilling. Your pussy is exhilarating. It's incredibly satisfying."

"I've been waiting for this," she moaned. "I've waited so long. This feels so right. I've wanted this for ages. The anticipation has been unbearable."

I could not believe how lucky I was to know that aunty Jaya is being fucked by someone.

Jaya Aunty: "Secret moments? aaahhhh I hope you mean playful ones, because I've been thinking about you a lot lately. I can't stop thinking about your dick"

Man: "Definitely playful, but there’s something exciting about keeping it just between us. You’ve been on my mind too; it’s hard not to forget how sweet your pussy is"

Jaya Aunty: Aaahhh yessss "Charming, huh? Maybe I should suck your dick in your office each day"

Man: "I’d love that! Every suck is a reminder of how special you are to me."

Jaya Aunty: "Special, huh? aaahh sssssh aahh You might be making me blush even more if you keep this up."

Man: "Good! Blushing looks great on you. These secret moments make all the waiting worthwhile. Your pussy is so good, ride on my baby"

Jaya Aunty: "Well, if it keeps being this fun, I might just encourage more of your 'secret' behavior. ahha aahh ah ahhh eeeiiii"

Man: "Then I’ll make sure to keep it up. Every moment with you feels too precious to resist."

"And I, for you, my love," the man said, his voice just as excited. "This has been torture. I've been dreaming about this moment. I'm incredibly excited. I'm overwhelmed."

My heart was racing. I was getting closer to her bedroom. Just outside her door, I saw some lacy panties – definitely Aunty Jaya’s – and a pair of dark blue men’s boxers. 

Who was this guy? Who was making her scream like that? Had she gotten back together with her husband after cheating on him with Arjun Sir? It was possible, but the sounds didn't sound like that. 

The sounds were far too intense. Is this man really the husband of Jaya?

Then, I heard the man say, "I’ve been dreaming about fucking your pussy ever since I saw you when you picked Rahul up from schoool. You have tortured my mind. I cant eat or sleep"

"Oh, you remember," Aunty Jaya sighed, all happy and breathy. "It was so…unexpected. So exciting. I felt like you were watching me from top to bottom."

That’s when I knew it wasn't her husband. This was someone else. Someone who knew her, who had seen her at schoool. 

My mind was racing; who could it be? It was definitely someone who knew her intimately; it was someone familiar. Aunty Jaya is really a slut for fucking other men behind her husband's back.

The first person she fucked outside her marriage was Arjun Sir. Now Arjun Sir left her and he went for my mom. So now Jaya Aunty already got another man outside her marriage.

And the man is here fucking her pussy while her poor husband is working abroad. But who is this man? I still didn't get to know.

My hands were tight, I was rubbing my dick over my trousers. I could hear Aunty Jaya moaning louder ah ah ah fuckkk meee oooh yessss. I slowly peeked through a crack in the door. 

I gasped. Aunty Jaya was on top of the man, moving up and down. Her big ass were shaking with every movement. It was a vigorous and passionate encounter. Both of them were sweating.







From my view, she was facing away from me which means that I was watching her back. However, I couldn't still see the man who was fucking her. Who is it? I was eager to know this man.

"Yes…yes…oh my God…push harder… fuck me soo good ooooh yes yes yes like that oooohhhh" she screamed, really excited. "This is unbelievable. Oh, this feels so amazing. Your dick is better than my husband's aaahhhhhh"

She was really going at it. This woman was a total wild slut. I’d never seen anything like it. She was incredibly passionate. She was unrestrained, uninhibited, and utterly consumed by this man.

"Harder…" she screamed. "Gaurav…oh, Gaurav… oooh your dick is so good Gaurav"

Ooh gosh! Gaurav? I was completely shocked. Gaurav was our schoool principal! The guy who always looked so serious and proper. 

The guy everyone respected. The man who seemed so incredibly moral and upstanding. It was mind-blowing. It was utterly incredible. Mr Gaurav was one of the persons I hated in schoool because he was strict.

The man everyone thought was a pillar of the community was having wild sex with Rahul's mom. The hypocrisy was unbelievable; it was incredibly shocking. 

It was a complete betrayal of trust from Jaya aunty's side to cheat on her husband like this. It was a dramatic display of moral hypocrisy. It was a total mind-blowing revelation.


Principal Gaurav was a man who inspired both respect and fear. His stern gaze and imposing presence could silence a classroom instantly. 

Students at our schoool whispered about him behind his back, sharing stories of his strict punishments and unwavering expectations. He commanded respect, but his methods often bordered on intimidation. 

He was a man who demanded obedience and compliance; anyone who defied him faced the consequences.

I understood now why Gaurav had become good friends with Rahul, Jaya’s son. He wasn’t just being nice; he was using Rahul to get closer to Jaya. He’d often call Rahul to his office, ostensibly for minor issues, giving him preferential treatment. 

It was a calculated move; it was a strategic maneuver. He used his position of authority to manipulate Rahul into providing information about his mother so that he can fuck her.

Jaya’s moans filled the room, punctuating the rhythmic sounds of their coupling.

"Oh, God…yes…yes… harder…fuck me Gaurav ooh yerss oooohh fuck me like you want to" she cried out, her voice a mixture of breathless pleasure and urgent need. "Right there…oh, that feels incredible…don't stop…"

"You're beautiful," Gaurav murmured, his voice low and husky. "Absolutely beautiful. You're breathtaking; you are magnificent; you are stunning. You are even more beautiful than my wife oohh Jaya move up faster ooohhhh"

"Mmm…yes…keep going…aaahh tell me how you love me ooohhhh" Jaya responded, her breath coming in ragged gasps. "It's…so good…I can't…I can't get enough…this feels so amazing."

As I watched, unseen, a strange heat began to rise within me. My hand moved instinctively towards my trousers, my hands starting to rub against my dick. I couldn't believe Jaya had cheated on her husband. 



Dear friends, cheating wives are the best. Wives who betray their husbands, who break their vows, who defy expectations – they are the most exciting.



"Kiss me," Gaurav whispered, his words rough with passion. "Kiss me hard. Kiss me like you mean it. Show me how much you desire me."

Jaya, still riding him, leaned down, her lips finding his in a hungry, urgent kiss. "Mmm…yes…oh God…this feels so incredible…I need more…I can't get enough of this dick of yours" she murmured against his lips. 

"I need more and more and more. Keep fucking me Gaurav aaahhhhh" Her kisses were frantic, passionate; they were deep and meaningful; they were filled with desire. 

Her body was moving rhythmically, almost uncontrollably. It was a whirlwind of passion.

"You're so alive," Gaurav whispered against her lips. "So vibrant, so full of life. Your energy is intoxicating; it’s breathtaking. You are a force of nature; you are an unstoppable force."

"Mmm…always…always like this… always hot and sexy for you" Jaya murmured between kisses, her body arching against his. 

"I need this all the time. I crave this intensity; I thrive on this passion. It is my lifeblood." Her words were strained, but filled with desire and longing.

Then, Gaurav said something that shocked me to the core.

"Did you tell Aarav…that Rahul's father is actually me?" he asked, his voice low and tense. His words hung heavy in the air. The question was fraught with tension and uncertainty. 

"Never," Jaya said fiercely, her voice strained but resolute. "Never in a million years. He's the one who thinks that he's the father; he doesn't deserve to know the truth."

I didn't believe what I was hearing, I even paused masturbating.

"He doesn't deserve to be burdened with the knowledge of his own failure." She said.

"Why not?" Gaurav pressed, his voice tight with anticipation. "Why protect him? Why shield him from the truth? The truth must come out eventually. The truth will set you free."

"Because he’s a fool," Jaya hissed, her voice laced with contempt. 

"He's oblivious; he’s clueless. He would never believe me. He'd be devastated. It would destroy him. It would ruin everything and also our marriage. I will never, ever let him find out."

The revelation hit me like a ton of bricks. Aarav, Jaya's husband, wasn’t Rahul's real father. Jaya had lied to him all these years.

"How did you manage to hide it for so long?" Gaurav asked, his tone a mixture of awe and admiration. "How did you deceive him so completely? How did you pull off such a perfect deception?"

"He's pathetically gullible," Jaya said, her voice dripping with scorn. "He's so preoccupied with his work; he's so self-absorbed; he's completely blind to the truth. He never suspected a thing."

"He's an easy target; it was so easy to manipulate him. I used his stupidity to my advantage. I simply made sure that he wouldn't suspect anything."

Jaya was really a slut.

"And of course, I made sure I was always pregnant at the right times.", she added.

"I love you," Gaurav whispered, his voice full of passion. "I love you more than anything in the world. You are the most amazing woman I've ever known."

"Your beauty is breathtaking; your intellect is astounding. You are irreplaceable."

"I love you too," Jaya replied, her voice breathless. "More than life itself. You make me feel so alive; you make me feel truly empowered. You make me feel complete." 

Her words were full of passion; they were full of unrestrained excitement.

"Remember Priya's birthday party?" Jaya gasped, her body still moving against his. "We almost got caught making out in the restroom. We were so close to being exposed; it was unbelievably close."


What? Did Gaurav also fuck Jaya during Priya's birthday party when her husband Aarav was also present?

"I had it all under control," Gaurav replied confidently. "I always do. I'm a master strategist. I carefully considered every possible outcome and anticipated every potential contingency."

"I always remain one step ahead. I always anticipate the challenges and I am prepared to counter them."

"But we almost made a mistake, my husband could have caught me" Jaya said, her voice a mix of excitement as she continued riding his dick. 


"We came so incredibly close to being discovered. It was absolutely terrifying; it was incredibly thrilling."

"I had to lie to Aarav that day," Jaya continued, "to create the opportunity to be alone with you in the restroom. He wouldn't have ever suspected anything; he was totally oblivious."

"It was very easy to manipulate him. I merely had to use his own naiveté against him; it was very simple."

"Clever," Gaurav murmured, admiring her cunning. "Incredibly clever. You are a master manipulator; you are a genius strategist. You thought of everything"

"I can't wait for you to tell Aarav the truth," Gaurav said, his voice low and intense. "The truth must come out. I want him to know; I insist on it. It's the only way forward"

"Aaahh aahh ooohh aaahhh I can't do that," Jaya whispered, her voice filled with fear. "I can't ruin his life like that. He still thinks that Rajeev is his son."

"I cannot bear the consequences; I cannot inflict that kind of pain on him. I will never do it."

"Then leave him," Gaurav insisted. "Divorce him. Leave him and come be with me. We can be together, openly, honestly. We deserve to be together; we need to be together."

"But what about your wife?" Jaya asked, her voice hesitant.

"I'll divorce her," Gaurav said firmly. "I'll file for divorce immediately. She's nothing to me. She's not you. I don’t love her. her pussy is not even tight"

"Are you sure about this? Aaahh oooohhhhh sshh aaahhhh" Jaya asked, while still taking Gaurav's dick inside her pussy. "Are you sure you're prepared for the consequences?"

"I'm certain," Gaurav said. "I'm absolutely certain. You're worth it. You're worth more than anything in the world. I'm prepared for anything"

"I want to be with you Jaya; I need to be with you. I will do anything to be with you."

I couldn’t believe my ears. Jaya, the seemingly respectable wife and mother, was a cheater, a liar. She didn’t even care about her hard-working husband. 

Then I remembered Arjun Sir’s words: all women cheat; there’s no such thing as a faithful religious woman. His words echoed in my mind; his words had taken root.

Jaya moved faster, her rhythm accelerating.

"Faster," Gaurav groaned, his voice strained with pleasure. "Move faster, my love. Move faster and faster, and don't stop. I need to cum inside you. I need to release all of my passion inside of you."

"No, not inside me," Jaya gasped, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. "Anywhere but not inside me. Please, not inside me. I'm not prepared. I'm not ready."

"Where then?" Gaurav urged, his voice thick with anticipation. "Tell me where you want me to release. Where will satisfy your desires? Where will give you pleasure? Where will give you fulfillment?"

"Anywhere…but…not…inside…" Jaya whispered, her body trembling with the intensity of their coupling. She was overwhelmed by passion; she was on the verge of ecstasy.

Gaurav moved faster and faster, his body a blur of motion.

"Oh God…yes…yes…" Jaya cried out. "Faster…faster…I'm…I'm coming… I am cumming aaaooohhhhh Gaurraaavvv!"

"I'm coming too…" Gaurav groaned, his body rigid with pleasure. "I'm going to explode…"

Just before he released, Jaya slid off him. Gaurav spilled his seed onto the bed. At the same moment, I spilled mine onto my hand. My hands were sticky and wet. It was a surreal experience.

Both of them collapsed on the bed.

"Huuuhhhhhhhhhh ooohh, You made me so happy," Jaya whispered, kissing Gaurav passionately on the lips. "You made me incredibly happy. Thank you. Thank you for everything."

"Is that the truth?" Gaurav asked, his voice husky with pleasure. His voice was soft; his voice was full of longing.

"The absolute truth," Jaya replied, her eyes shining with passion. "Every word. Every single word. You are incredibly satisfying; you fulfill my every desire more than my pathetic husband.

"You were so hard to seduce at first," Gaurav said, stroking her hair. "What made you so resistant? Why did you resist my advances the first time I seduced you?"

"You seemed so…smug," Jaya said, her voice a little softer now. She woke up and sat on the bed and began rubbing his dick.






"So self-satisfied. So arrogant. You seemed so sure of yourself; you seemed so entitled. And I hated that. I hated the way you acted. I hated the way you approached me."

"But I persevered," Gaurav said, a chuckle in his voice. "And I'm glad I did."

"What made you fall for me?" Gaurav asked, his voice tender. "What made you fall in love with me? What made you so enamored by my charms? What captured your attention?"

"Your intensity, and your dick" Jaya replied, her voice low and husky. "Your passion. Your unwavering confidence. Your total disregard for societal norms and expectations."

"I am glad you are mine now", Gaurav said. Then after a few minutes.

Gaurav leaned closer to Jaya, his eyes twinkling mischievously. "Your ass baby," he whispered, his voice low and husky. "I've been thinking about your fat ass."

"My ass?" Jaya asked, a playful smile curving her lips. "What about my ass? What's so special about my ass?"

"I want to fuck it," Gaurav said, his fingers tracing the air near her ass. "You've never let me fuck your ass before. You promised you would let me today."

"You promised me you would let me feel the warmth of your asshole with my dick."

Jaya’s smile widened, but a hint of worry flickered in her eyes. "We don't have time," she murmured, her voice a little breathless. "My friend is coming to visit."

"My best friend; she’s coming to see me. She’s been trying to visit for some time now." I knew it was my mother; my mother hadn’t seen Aunty Jaya for ages. My mother had been very busy lately.

"Who's this friend?" Gaurav asked, his brow furrowing slightly. He was curious; he was intrigued; he was concerned. "Is this friend important?"

"It’s…it’s my best friend," Jaya replied, her tone evasive. "It's my best friend in the entire world; she's been trying to visit me for a while now. It's been too long. It's important for me to see her."

"I can do this quickly, let me fuck your ass quickly baby" Gaurav said, his hand reaching for her ass again. "Just let me fuck your ass. It will only take a few minutes; it will be quick"

"No," Jaya said firmly. "I need to make sure that the house is clean, and I need to make sure that everything is set up correctly. I must attend to my friend." 


Jaya sat up, her movements swift and decisive. "Clean up," she instructed, her voice impatient. "Hurry up, please. My friend is almost here."

"When will you let me fuck your ass?" Gaurav asked, a note of pleading in his voice. He was clearly frustrated. He clearly wanted to fuck Jaya's asshole; he desperately wanted to.

"Next time, I promise but now stop wasting time Gaurav," Jaya snapped. "Just clean up and hurry. We need to be ready for when my friend arrives. It's urgent; it is extremely important."

I slipped out of the house, not wanting them to see me. I tiptoed out and closed the door just as my mom arrived. She was standing right there outside the gate.





To be continued................

[Speedy21]

Day by day story getting insterting ???

[wackthu]

Awesome twist incoming..this is how the son gets into mom's asshole next..

[nadia]

Day by day story getting insterting ???

Yes that's the integral feature of this story

[nadia]

((FOR THOSE READING THIS SECTION OF THE STORY FOR THE FIRST TIME AND WHAT TO READ STARTING FROM THIS SECTION, HERE ARE THE CHARACTERS INTRODUCTION UPTO THIS SECTION))

RAJEEV - THAT IS  ME

SUNITA  - MY MOM,  

ARVIND - MY FATHER,  

JAYA - FRIEND OF MY MOM,   

AARAV - JAYA'S HUSBAND,  

RAHUL - MY FRIEND,  WHO IS ALSO THE SON OF JAYA AND AARAV. 

ARJUN SIR - MY MOM'S LOVER,   

HAREETA - ARJUN SIR'S WIFE


PRIYA - RAHUL'S GIRLFRIEND, (I FUCKED PRIYA AND SHE IS THE ONE I LUST FOR AND RAHUL DOESN'T KNOW. PRIYA IS ALSO THE DAUGHTER OF ARJUN SIR & HAREETA)

MR GAURAV - OUR SCHOOOL PRINCIPAL (HE IS ALSO THE SECRET LOVER OF JAYA. HE HAD A COUPLE OF AFFAIRS WITH HER)


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"What are you doing here?" Mom asked, her eyes narrowed. She looked suspicious; she was clearly concerned. She was curious.



I got nervous. "I…I just came to see Aunty Jaya," I stammered. "I wanted to see her; I just dropped by. I didn't want to wait until you came. I wanted to catch up with her."



"What's that on your hands?" Mom asked, her gaze fixed on the sperms on my hands. She noticed it instantly; she couldn't help but notice it.



Oh no, I thought, it was my semen, my release from watching Jaya and Gaurav fucking each other.



"It’s…it's…uh…paint," I stammered, my face burning. "I was… I was painting something. I was painting a picture of something. I was painting a landscape."



Mom had a water bottle in her hand. "Painting a landscape? Oogh you are really troublesome. Wash it off," she said, her voice firm but not angry. 



"Wash it off right now. Let's go and wash it off." She poured water over my hands from her bottle, gently scrubbing away the evidence. 



"Was Jaya sleeping?" Mom asked, her tone sharp. She looked intently at me; she was very observant.



"Yes," I mumbled. "She was sleeping soundly. She was fast asleep. She was completely exhausted."



"Why did you go into her house without telling me?" Mom scolded, her voice rising slightly. "That’s extremely disrespectful. That was very inappropriate. Never do that again."



"I’m sorry, Mom," I apologized, my voice barely above a whisper. "I just wanted to see her. I didn't mean to upset you; I didn't mean any disrespect." I hung my head in shame. 



I truly regretted my actions.



"Don't make excuses," Mom said. "I understand that you care about your Aunty Jaya, but you must always show respect for her privacy and for my authority. 



You should always ask my permission before you visit anyone's home" 



She sighed, then lowered her voice, softening her tone. "I'm disappointed in your behavior Rajeev; however, I'm happy that you apologized." She patted my shoulders.



“But you did the same thing with Arjun Sir,” I thought to myself, remembering the affair she’d had behind Dad’s back. I should scold her too for cheating. But I kept my mouth shut.







                                                        (PICTURE BREAK) MY MOM'S PICS





















"Where are you going now?" Mom asked, as I started to head out.



"I’m going to see Arjun Sir," I replied. "He needed some help"



"Why?" Mom asked, her voice sharp with disapproval. "Why do you need to see him? What are you going to discuss with him?"



"Just about schoool he is a good advicer."



"No," Mom said firmly. "You're not going to see Arjun Sir. That’s not acceptable; that's not appropriate. You are not going to do that. We are going to go visit Aunty Jaya"



I knew mom didn't want me to go to Arjun Sir because she was angry with him from that night when she saw him dancing with his wife Hareeta.



I was hesitant; I didn't want to go back. I was too afraid of what I might discover.



Mom made me turn around and head back to Aunty Jaya’s house. She rang the doorbell, and a few minutes later, Jaya appeared, wrapped in a towel, looking incredibly beautiful. 







Me: (smiling) Hi, Aunty Jaya!



Jaya: (beaming) Oh, Rajeev! It’s so lovely to see you! Come in, come in Sunita!



Mom: (smiling) Thank you, Jaya. It’s been a while since we all got together.



Jaya: (sighs nostalgically) I know, Sunita. I really miss our little get-togethers. We used to have such fun, didn’t we?



Mom: Absolutely! Those were some great times. Remember the time we all cooked together?



Jaya: (laughing) Oh, yes! What a disaster that was! I still can’t believe we almost set fire to the kitchen!



Me: (grinning) And we ended up ordering pizza instead! Classic!



Jaya: (smiling warmly) We should definitely plan more of those! I was thinking of hosting a small dinner this weekend, just us. Would you both come?



Me: Yes aunty!



Mom: That sounds wonderful, Jaya. I’d love to catch up properly without any interruptions.



Jaya: (leaning closer) You don’t know how much I’ve missed you both. Sometimes it feels like everyone gets too caught up in their lives.







Mom: (nodding) You’re right. It’s important to stay connected. 



Jaya: Right? Life can get overwhelming. 











(Suddenly, there’s a commotion from the bedroom, and Gaurav, the principal, emerges, buttoning his shirt.)



Gaurav: (blushing slightly) Uh, hi there! Sunita ji and hi Rajeev



Me: Hi sir!



Mom: (eyes wide, clearly shocked) Gaurav ji!



Jaya: (covering her mouth, trying to hold back a laugh) Oh my!



Gaurav: (nervously) I—I was just… uh, tidying up!



Mom: (still shocked) Tidying up?  (Jaya looking at my mom whiles she silently laughs)



Gaurav: (trying to maintain his composure) Yes, just making sure everything was, um, in order. You know how chaotic things can get!



Jaya: (teasingly) Well, Gaurav, you certainly know how to make an entrance!









Gaurav: (forcing a chuckle) Yes, well, I aim to impress!



(My mom looks Gaurav up and down, still trying to process what just happened. She was looking at his chest secretly. Ooh my mom is such a woman for admiring Gaurav's chest)



Mom: So, um, what were you doing here, Gaurav ji?



Gaurav: (clears throat) Oh, just discussing college matters with Jaya about her son Rahul. Important creating ideas. Very vital to the college’s future and her son's!



Jaya: (nodding) Exactly! We were brainstorming how to make the next fundraiser a hit!



Gaurav: (looking anxious) Yes, high priority stuff! Definitely needed my full attention. 



Mom: (giving Jaya a side glance) Uh-huh, fundraising. Seems… very engrossing.



Jaya: (smirking) Oh, it is! You wouldn’t believe how many ideas we have! Right Gaurav?



Gaurav: (sensing the tension) Yes! We’re really excited. But, um, I really should be getting back to… important tasks.



Mom: Already? 







Gaurav: (fidgeting) Yes! You know how it is papers to grade, meetings to attend... the usual.



Me: (trying to lighten the mood) Are you sure you can’t stay for a bit, Mr. Gaurav?



Gaurav: (shaking his head quickly) No, no, I really can’t. Later, maybe? We will meet at schoool Rajeev and be a good boy



Mom: Ok bye



Jaya: By Gaurav my ll...l.. bye! (She almost said "Gaurav My love") 



(Gaurav quickly moves towards the door, trying to escape.)



Mom: (turning to Jaya, eyebrows raised) What was that all about?





By now I went outside and a little.





Jaya: (sighing, becoming serious) Oh, it’s just, you know, what normal adults do, right? All women do it.



Mom: (confused) Adults? All women? What do you mean?



Jaya: (smiling soothingly) I’ll tell you later, Sunita. It’s just better not to talk about these things when Rajeev is around.



Mom: (insistent) But, Jaya, I need to know what was happening!



Jaya: (biting her lip) Okay, here’s the thing: Gaurav and I… we’ve been discussing some, um, things. It’s really professional. 



Mom: (narrowing her eyes) Professional? That’s an interesting way to put it. 



Jaya: (giggling nervously) It’s really not what you think! I promise we’ll talk about it… Just give me a little time, okay?



Mom: (sighs reluctantly) Fine, but you’re really making me curious now.



(Walking back into the room pretending I didn't hear anything.)



Me: (walking back in) What did I miss?



Mom: (putting on a smile) Oh, you didn’t miss much, just adult things.



Me: (confused) Adult things?



Jaya: (playful) Just a little gossip, dear! 









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(The tension in the air hangs heavy)









Mom: (glancing around) You really haven’t changed much since we last met. Has Gaurav been coming around often?



Jaya: (shifting) Well, we’ve been working on college-related projects quite a bit. He’s very committed. (She winked at my mom)



Me: (curious) That does sound like him. Always busy with college stuff.



Mom: (smiling faintly) But I must admit, it's a bit surprising to see him here like that.



Jaya: (laughing nervously) It’s nothing, really! Just adults having discussions. 



Mom: (with a smirk) Right, adult discussions. 









"It’s not something to be shocked about," Jaya replied, her smile widening. "It’s perfectly normal. I'll explain everything later, my dear. I'll tell you everything there is to know about"



I saw the hidden meaning in her words; I understood what she was implying. It was a subtle message, but it was very clear. It was entirely unmistakable.



Mom smiled, a knowing twinkle in her eyes. "I'm sure I'll be very interested to hear all about it. I'm certainly curious. Tell me everything. Tell me absolutely everything. Nothing is going to shock me, my dear."



"Make yourself at home," Jaya said to Mom. "I'm just going to change. Wait for me, I'll be right back."



Mom sat down, and I could see the questions swirling in her mind. Why was there another man in the house while her husband was away? 



And why was Gaurav shirtless? The questions were clearly evident on her face; they were evident in her expression.



I went to the kitchen for some water, leaving Mom alone in the sitting room. Aunty Jaya was changing in her bedroom. A mischievous idea sparked in my mind. I decided to sneak a peek at what she was putting on.



I crept towards her bedroom, making sure Mom wasn't watching. My mom was gazing at her phone; I suspected Arjun Sir was texting her. 



I moved quietly towards Jaya’s room. The door was slightly ajar, and I could see her changing. She was in her grey panties; they were quite plain.



Aunty Jaya had fleshy ass, it got fatter probably because she had a lot of anal sex, surprisingly soft-looking. I couldn’t believe this was the woman who was cheating on Aarav. 



I thought to myself that Gaurav principal was a really lucky bastard.





She was wearing a simple, sleeveless top; it was a pale pink color. It looked comfortable; it seemed lightweight. She adjusted her panties, making sure they fit well. 

























I couldn't believe that those plump ass would soon be fucked so hard by Mr. Gaurav, our schoool principal.



A strange feeling of jealousy welled up inside me. Why did Mr. Gaurav get to fuck her? Why was he so lucky? I felt envious; I felt resentful. 



My eyes were fixed on her ass. Then, she turned towards the door. She caught a glimpse of me watching, but I quickly averted my gaze.



"Rajeev? Is that you?" Jaya called out, her voice surprised.



I froze, my body trembling. "Yes, Aunty," I whispered, my voice shaking. "I…I was just passing by. I was just admiring your house; it's such a beautiful home."



"You're a good boy, Rajeev," Jaya said. 











"Actually, I need some help. Would you mind helping me tie my top? I can't reach the back."



I was shocked. She wanted me to help her?



Trembling, I slowly entered the room. She was facing away from me, her juicy ass fully visible. I couldn't believe this was really happening. 



This was utterly unbelievable; this was surreal.



"Could you hold these two knots of my bra at the back?" she said, indicating the fastenings of her blouse. 



"I just can't reach them; it's such an inconvenient design. I wish it had a different type of fastening."



"Yes, Aunty," I stammered, my hands and feet still trembling.



"Hold them tight," she instructed. "Make sure you hold them securely. Otherwise, it will be really difficult to tie them."



"Yes, Aunty," I replied, my eyes still glued to her fat ass. I couldn't tear myself away from her ass; I was completely mesmerized.



"Why are you delaying?" Jaya asked, a hint of impatience in her voice. "Are you having difficulty? Do you need my assistance? Do you need me to guide you?"



"I…I’m sorry, Aunty," I stammered. "I'm just… a little nervous. I'm not used to this. I’m just not used to seeing you like this."



"Can you reach?" she asked.



"Yes, Aunty," I replied. I really could reach, but I was intentionally delaying. I wanted to continue watching her ass; they were so plump and captivating.



"Are you alright, Rajeev?"



"Yes…yes Aunty."



"Are you sure you can reach?"



"Yes…Aunty…I can."



















"Yes, Aunty..." I finally held the knots, but I did it so slowly. I was deliberately delaying; I wanted to look at the view of her sexy fat ass for as long as possible. 











I desperately wanted to touch them, but I couldn't bring myself to do so. It felt incredibly wrong. It felt deeply inappropriate. It felt morally wrong.



She thought I was a small child who wouldn't mind seeing her in this half naked state. She clearly underestimated my awareness. 



I was delaying deliberately; I wanted to continue to admire her luscious ass. I felt a strong urge to touch those plump ass, but I couldn’t; it would have been completely inappropriate.



"Thank you, Rajeev," Jaya said once I'd finally tied the knots. "You're a sweetheart. You're a very kind young man. You were very helpful."



"You're welcome, Aunty," I replied, still gazing at her ass. "It was my pleasure."



Before I left, I saw several items in her bedroom: several pairs of her panties and a pair of Gaurav’s shorts, carelessly tossed on the floor. 









The bedroom was messy; it was in disarray. This wasn't just a one-time thing; they had been having an affair for a long time. The dirty  clothes indicated the frequency of their encounters.



"Rajeev," Jaya called, "Do you know what your mother is doing here? I was surprised to see your mother and you together."



"I think she just wants to catch up," I replied. "She wants to visit you and spend time with you. She’s been missing you."



She bent over, rummaging in her drawer for makeup. I got a full, unobstructed view of her ass again, even though her panties partially hid them. 



It was incredibly provocative; it was utterly intoxicating. My dick inside my trousers were growing hard with desire; it was becoming difficult to control myself. 













It was utterly embarrassing; it was intensely awkward.



"Rajeev, are you listening?" Jaya asked, her voice puzzled. "I asked you a question."



"Yes…yes, Aunty," I stuttered, still staring at her sexy big ass. "I… I heard you. I was just… admiring your… beauty."



"You're quite the flatterer," Jaya chuckled, turning and smiling at me. "Yes, I am. I do look rather lovely today. I'm feeling particularly radiant. I'm feeling particularly confident."



"You look very beautiful, Aunty," I said, feeling bold despite my nervousness. I could smell her clean, fresh scent.





I knew her asshole would smell just as nice. Not shitty smell because she just took a bath after being fucked by Gaurav.





Jaya: Well, I’m glad you like it! So, do you have a girlfriend?



Me: [Quickly shaking my head] No, no girlfriend. Just focused on college.



Jaya: [Teasingly] Oh, a single boy! How exciting!



I force a smile, trying to hide my nervousness.



Jaya: So, what do you like in girls? Are you looking for someone who's smart and beautiful?



I try to dodge the question by changing the subject. I didn't want her to know that I have a girlfriend. She was still bending looking for her lotion















Me: [Evasively] Um, yeah... I mean... uh... nice weather is good too.



Jaya: [Laughing] Nice weather? You're not exactly answering my question!



I try to think of a way to deflect further questions.



Me: [Stammering] I-I mean... I'm not really sure what I'm looking for yet.



Jaya: [Playfully teasing] Oh, so you're one of those guys who's not sure what they want?



I nod awkwardly, trying to avoid eye contact.



Me: [Mumbling] Yeah... something like that.



Jaya chuckles and shakes her head.



Jaya: Well, I'm sure you'll figure it out eventually. In the meantime, I can look for you a nice girlfriend, I have one who might like you huh?



I hesitate for a moment before responding.



Me: [Evasively] Uh... no thanks...







Jaya: [Raising an eyebrow, clearly intrigued] Sure? You don't know what you're missing. A sexy girlfriend can help you think better, especially if you're lost in thought like you were earlier. 



Me: [Trying to deflect] I just got diverted by... you know, the cozy atmosphere.



Jaya: [Leaning casually against her dresser] Cozy atmosphere or not, you must have something on your mind. How about we make it a little game? For every question I ask, you must answer honestly. 



Me: [Internally groaning] A game? You might not get the answers you’re looking for…



Jaya: [Smirking] Challenge accepted! Let’s start easy. What’s your favorite thing about a girl?



I hesitate, stalling for time.



Me: [Evasive] Hm... just... you know, someone who has a good sense of humor.



Jaya: [Crossing her arms and leaning closer] Ah, the classic answer! But we both know you need a little bit more than just a funny bone. 



I can feel the heat creeping up my cheeks, making it harder to keep the conversation light.



Me: [Glancing away] Well, everyone likes a good laugh. It’s important to have fun.



Jaya: [Unfazed] Okay, fun is good but there’s got to be more, right? Do you like adventurous girls?









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I wince slightly. She’s getting too close to the truth. Jaya was really a slut for asking me this kind of questions







Me: [Shifting in my seat] Adventurous? Maybe... but I also like someone who knows when to chill.



Jaya: [Pretending to think hard] Hmm… So you want someone to stay at home and binge-watch Netflix with you, while also being up for spontaneous road trips? 



I chuckle lightly at her exaggeration.



Me: [Feigning nonchalance] Yeah, something like that!



Jaya: [Poking fun] You’re a complicated guy, aren’t you? But come on, be real with me. Do you really want a girl who’s willing to stay in? What about someone who’s outgoing and social? 



I contemplate her question, unsure how to avoid answering directly.



Me: [Stalling] I don’t know, I think it really depends on the vibe.



Jaya: [Narrowing her eyes playfully] The vibe, huh? Sounds like you're just avoiding giving me a definitive answer. 



I feel the pressure and decide to pivot the conversation.



Me: [Trying to redirect] So, what about you? What do you like in a man?



Her face lights up with enthusiasm.



Jaya: [Excitedly] Oh, I like someone who's confident and knows what they want—someone who can keep up with me! 



I can't help but smile at her energy.



Me: [Still evasive] Sounds fun. I guess confidence is key. 



Jaya: [Leaning closer, undeterred] And what about looks? Is that important to you? 



I gulp, trying to think of a safe response.



Me: [Mumbling] Well, everyone has their preferences… 



Jaya: [Winking] You can say that again! But seriously, do you prefer girls with long hair or short? 



I panic slightly, realizing she won’t let up. I decide to take a gamble and say something playful.



Me: [Grinning] Maybe someone with glowing skin and an intense personality? 



Jaya: [Tilting her head, pretending to be deep in thought] Hmm. Pretty ambiguous, but I like where your head is at! What if I told you I fit that description? 



I laugh nervously, appreciating her confidence but feeling the heat rise again.



Me: [Smirking] Well, you’d certainly be a contender, then!



Jaya: [Feigning surprise] A contender? Oh, I’m more than that! You’d better step up your game!



I can’t help but laugh, enjoying this playful banter as it distracts me from my earlier nervousness.



Me: [Jokingly] Challenge accepted! But you’ve got a pretty strong competition in your own room here. 



Jaya: [Blushing slightly] That's just because I take time to curate my space! 



Me: [Nods] This room is definitely something else...



Jaya: [Grinning]* It’s not all about the room, though! Remember the “game”? You still owe me some honest answers.











My dick was growing even harder because of those questions she was asking me. My desire was becoming more intense.



It was intensely awkward; I didn’t want her to notice. She turned and saw me gripping my trousers.



"Why are you holding your trousers like that?" she asked, a curious look on her face. She was clearly noticing my reaction; she couldn't help but notice.



"I…I need to… go to the toilet," I stammered, my face burning with shame. I was desperately trying to hide my hard dick; it was completely obvious.



"You could have told me earlier," Jaya smiled. "You didn’t need to be so secretive. You could have said something. You could have just asked me."



"I… I didn't want to interrupt you," I said, my voice barely a whisper. "I didn't want to disturb you. I really didn't want to bother you."



"Oh, well," Jaya said, her voice soft but firm. "Go on then, I’m fine. You need to use the restroom right away. It is quite urgent."



"I… I can hold it," I said, still clutching my trousers. "If you need any help…I can…I can help you."



"I'm fine, really," Jaya chuckled. "Run along now before you wet your pants. You might also start wetting your trousers. You would be completely embarrassed."



I thanked her and practically ran to the bathroom.



Passing the sitting room, I saw Mom still on her phone, probably still talking to Arjun Sir. She saw me rushing past.



"Rajeev, what's the matter? What’s going on?" Mom asked, raising an eyebrow. Her expression was curious; her tone was concerned.



"I…I had to go to the toilet urgently," I explained. "It was…an emergency. It was a very pressing emergency. I had no time to waste."







I locked the bathroom door, quickly pulled my dick from my trousers, and began rubbing them, my mind filled with Aunty Jaya’s plump ass. 





I started masturbating.











Dear friends, this was immoral, misbehaved; I shouldn't be thinking about my aunt like this. But Arjun Sir had taught me this; he had twisted my thinking. 



He’d stripped away my morals; he’d made me into a kid without any sense of right and wrong. He’d corrupted my mind very nicely; he’d corrupted my sense of morality.









I rubbed my dick furiously, staring at the ceiling, the image of Aunty Jaya's big ass covered in panties burned into my mind. This was the second time I am masturbating in that day.







I imagined fucking her asshole, tasting it, smelling its aroma, especially when she has not washed her asshole. 









Dear friends, it was strange; I was fixated on asshole of a woman, completely ignoring the pussy. 



I used to know that fucking a woman's asshole was wrong, but now… now I only think about ass. I’ve lost all my morals.



Dear friends,  it’s not entirely my fault. My bad morals were influenced by Arjun Sir, Aunty Jaya, and especially my mother. She’s supposed to be moral, but she committed adultery.



She plotted betrayal schemes with Arjun Sir. I’m not the one to blame for this immorality; it’s their fault. They corrupted my morality, they have ruined my sense of decency.



And I love it. Immorality is so good. Forbidden things are the best, like what Arjun Sir told me.













My hand movements quickened rubbing my dick; Aunty Jaya’s ass was still vivid in my mind. Suddenly, I cummed, it hit the floor, splattering some on my hands and trousers. 





I’d made a huge mess. If I didn’t clean it up quickly, Aunty Jaya—with her own lack of morality—would definitely know what I was doing in her bathroom. 



She would know the truth; she would uncover the truth. She would know that i am a pervert just like her.



I was happy, strangely happy, about losing my morality. These filthy behaviors, these bad manners—they were all gifts from the three most important people in my life. 









Dear friends, the three people who I loved the most had corrupted me entirely. My sense of morality had been irrevocably destroyed. My sense of decency had vanished. And I love it.



Being a pervert is the best gift they ever gifted me and I am very happy to lose morality. Fuck morality, I don't care about morality anymore. It is boring.













After cleaning myself up, I left the bathroom. Aunty Jaya met me as she was preparing snacks.



"Rajeev, why do you look so tired?" she asked, her brow furrowed with concern. "Are you alright, dear? You seem quite exhausted. Is something the matter?"



The truth was that I looked tired do to masturbating.



"I… I was just playing," I lied. "I was playing really hard. I've been running around a lot. I was playing in the park. I just needed a rest."



Mom, hearing Jaya’s question from the bathroom, chimed in. "He's always disturbing me; he keeps playing, that's why he's tired," 





She said. My mom didn't bother to hide her frustration; she was clearly annoyed. 



Jaya looked towards Mom in the sitting room. "Kids need to play Sunita," she said, her voice soft but firm. 



"It's important for them to burn off energy. It's essential for their well-being. It's incredibly important."



"Rajeev, come sit with me," Mom said, her tone somewhat stern. "Stop disturbing Aunty Jaya. She needs some time to prepare the snacks; she needs some peace and quiet."



Jaya smiled reassuringly. "He wasn't disturbing me, really. He’s a good boy; he just has a lot of energy. He’s a really lovely boy."









After a few minutes, Jaya brought cookies and milk. We enjoyed the treats together. Mom and Jaya began gossiping about boring things.



"I need some fresh air," I announced. "I'm going outside for some time."



"No, you’re not," Mom said immediately. "You'll get into trouble if you go outside alone. Stay here with me; it’s safer to stay here."





"Let him go, he needs some free time," Jaya said, smiling. "It's good for him to have some freedom. It's good for him to have some fresh air."



"But if you continue playing like a mad person," Mom warned, "I will scold you. I’m not going to tolerate any more disruption. You need to behave yourself. You need to act appropriately."



"Don’t go too far," Mom added. "Stay close to the house. Don't venture too far from the house. It's not safe to go too far away."



"Ok mom", I replied.



Jaya smiled and said, "It's okay Sunita. He'll be fine. I will keep an eye on him from the window."



I borrowed Mom's phone to play video games; my phone's games weren't as good. I went into the backyard, engrossed in my game. After a while, I decided to get some water. 





As I headed back to the sitting room, I overheard Aunty Jaya and Mom, enjoying their milk and cookies, discussing…spicy topics about relationships. 



Their discussion was very explicit; it was very intimate.



I decided to hide behind them and listen. Their conversation was quite revealing, indeed. 



It gave me a glimpse into the complexities of their relationships. 









Jaya: So, can I ask you something a bit... scandalous?



Mom: (raising an eyebrow) Scandalous? Jaya, you're making me nervous. What is it?



Jaya: Have you ever cheated on Arvind?



Mom: (shocked) What kind of question is that? Why would you even ask me something like that?







Dear friends, just look at how my mom is pretending not to be a cheater in front Jaya.







Jaya: (smirking) I just think that women should have the freedom to explore beyond their marriages, you know? Cheating is good always.



Mom: (staring in disbelief) Jaya! I can't believe you're saying this. You’re supposed to be a decent person! A good wife. How can you talk about such immorality?



Jaya: (nonchalantly) Oh, come on. It's just a bit of fun! Why do you think adultery is such a big deal? It can be exciting!



Mom: (skeptical) Exciting? Why does the topic of cheating get you so excited? It’s not something to joke about!



Jaya: (playfully) I just think that it opens up a whole new world. Besides, it's not as uncommon as you might think. All women do adultery



Mom: (crossing her arms) Have you ever cheated? Don’t tell me you’ve done something like that!



Jaya: (smirking) Well, I might have had a little fling with Gaurav.



Mom: (eyes widening) Gaurav? Your son's college principal? How dare you!? So that is what he was doing to you earlier?

[meetsriram]

Super hot update, waiting for Jaya takes on suneeta son.

[Speedy21]

I was curious about character depth only two ppl mom and son it all about so father character is passing could !? He is also have some juice in this story !?

[nadia]

Super hot update, waiting for Jaya takes on suneeta son.

Yeah, this actually happened but I will write it later in the story. 

I love how you anticipated it.