Adultery Whispers of Lust: My Mom's Forbidden Path

[Rajeev Gupta]

The whispers of Manoj's sexual tantrums were truly work.

‎The room was a blur of heat and noise, the air thick with sweat and something I couldn’t name. 
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‎I was still crouched by the door, my eye glued to the keyhole, my heart pounding like it wanted to escape. 
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‎Mom—Rekha—was on her hands and knees, her fat ass up, jiggling with every thrust as Manoj fucked her doggystyle.
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‎Up until now, my innocent mind was giving me this uncomfortable instinct that Manoj was doing a sin with my mom.
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‎Her big boobs swung beneath her, nipples hard, and her pussy was slick, swallowing his thick, veined cock. 
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‎Her moans were louder now, raw and rhythmic, like her body was betraying her heart. 
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‎I didn’t understand why she sounded like she liked it, but it made my stomach twist. Why is she liking it? And why are they naked?
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‎Mom - “Aashh! Oohhh! Aaahhh! Manoj… it’s too much…”
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‎Manoj - “Fuck, Rekha, hear you moaning like a slut! Your pussy’s loving my cock—gonna fuck you harder!”
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‎Mom - “Ahhhh! Uuhhh! No, Manoj… please, not so hard… I can’t…oooh you are so...so....so...rough!”
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‎Manoj - “Can’t? You’re screaming for it, bitch! Take my dick deep—fuck, you’re wet!”
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‎Her screams filled the room, high and desperate, as Manoj gripped her hips and slammed into her, his cock plunging deeper, relentless. 
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‎I slightly shifted my innocent mind to tell myself maybe Manoj was giving something pleasurable to my mom because why was she looking happy but hiding it from Manoj?
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‎But I worried—why was Mom screaming like that, like she was enjoying it? Her face was flushed, lips parted, eyes half-closed, and it scared me. 
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‎Why did this Manoj enter into my mom's master bedroom because I never saw any other man inside that room with mom other than my dad.
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‎She was starting to get shameless, her moans unguarded, her ass bouncing back against him like she couldn’t stop. 
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‎Manoj fucked her hard, his thrusts brutal, each one making her pussy stretch and her body shudder. 
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‎Her boobs slapped together, her thighs quivered, and her hair fell wild over her face.
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‎Five things stood out as he pounded her:  
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‎1 - Her ass rippled like waves, each thrust sending a jiggle through her plump cheeks, the skin red from his slaps.  
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‎2 - Her pussy dripped, a steady trickle down her thighs, glistening in the lamplight, making wet, sloppy sounds.  
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‎3 - Her hands clawed the sheets, knuckles white, like she was holding on to keep from losing herself completely.  
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‎4 - Her back arched, pushing her ass higher, her body moving with him, like it craved more despite her pleas.  
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‎5 - Her moans turned into gasps, sharp and needy, her breath hitching every time his cock hit deep, a sound I couldn’t unhear.
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‎Manoj’s eyes dropped lower, locking onto her asshole, tight and puckered between her jiggling cheeks. He grinned, nasty and hungry.
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‎Manoj - “Fuck, Rekha, your asshole’s winking at me. So tight—bet it’s begging for my cock, you slut.”
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‎Mom - “Aashh! No, Manoj—don’t touch there! It’s… it’s not for that, please.”
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‎Manoj - “Not for that? Bullshit, bitch. That hole’s screaming for me—gonna make it mine.”
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‎Mom - “Oohhh! Manoj, I’m serious—don’t! It’s… it’s wrong, it hurts just thinking about it.”
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‎His hand moved, his thumb brushing her asshole, rubbing slow circles. 
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‎Her body tensed, a small gasp escaping as he pressed harder, teasing the rim. Then he spat on his thumb, a thick glob, and without warning, shoved it in forcefully, past the tight ring. 
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‎Her ass clenched, her whole body jerking.
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‎Mom - “Ahhhh! Manoj, stop! It hurts—it’s too much! Ohhhh oooooohhaa!"
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‎Manoj - “Fuck, Rekha, your asshole’s gripping my thumb—relax, slut, you’ll love it.”
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‎Mom - “Uuhhh! No, please… it’s burning… I can’t…”
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‎Manoj - “Shut up, bitch. It’s in—feel that? Gonna fuck this hole next.”
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‎A a young kid watching this confusing scenario, I asked myself whqt kind of massage is this? 
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‎Because Manoj told me was going to give mom a massage.
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‎Her shout softened, her body easing as his thumb settled inside, moving in slow, deliberate twists. 
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‎He pushed his thumb finger deeper in her asshole, then pulled back, circling the rim before sliding in again, stretching her asshole with each motion. 
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‎Her ass jiggled around his hand, her pussy still taking his cock, and her moans mixed with whimpers, pain and pleasure tangled together.
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‎I was freaking out—Mom was screaming, but it sounded like pleasure, not just pain. Why was she letting this happen? 
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‎I couldn’t take it anymore. I stood, my small fist banging on the door, my voice shaky but loud.
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‎Me - “Mom! Mom, are you okay? What’s happening?”
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‎Mom - “Aashh! Sanjay… oh no… I’m… I’m fine, baby…”
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‎Manoj - “Relax, Rekha—he’s just a kid. He won’t know you’re getting fucked like a whore.”
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‎Mom - “Manoj, please… I need to talk to him. He’s scared…”
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‎Her face was shocked, eyes wide as she looked toward the door, her ass still bouncing from Manoj’s thrusts. 
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‎I saw it through the keyhole—her panic, her shame. Manoj kept fucking her, his thumb still in her asshole, but she turned slightly, pleading with him.
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‎Manoj - “Fucking hell, Rekha, you’re in the middle of my cock—let the kid wait.”
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‎Mom - “Oohhh! No, Manoj—he’s my son. Let me… let me just talk to him, please.”
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‎Manoj - “Fine, slut—go, but make it quick. My dick’s not done with your pussy. Iwant to fuck you all night”
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‎Mom - “Aaahhh! Thank you… I’ll be fast… Sanjay needs me. Now remove your finger my my backhole & let me go”
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‎I kept knocking, harder now, my voice cracking with worry.
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‎Me - “Mom, open the door! Please, I’m scared!”
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‎Mom - “I’m coming, Sanjay… just… just wait a second, baby…”
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‎Through the keyhole, I saw her grab a towel, yanking it off the bed and holding it to her front, covering her boobs and pussy but leaving her fat ass bare. 
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‎She was sweating, her skin glistening, her hair damp and wild. Her big boobs pressed against the towel, nipples poking through, and her curves were so sexy it confused me—a kid seeing his mom like that, all raw and flushed. 
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‎She stumbled to the door, her legs shaky from Manoj’s fucking. I knew this wasn't my normal mom.
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‎She cracked the door open, just enough to show her face and the towel, her eyes wide with fear and guilt.
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‎Mom - “Sanjay, baby, why are you awake? It’s so late…”
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‎Me - “I heard noises, Mom. Why aren’t you wearing clothes? What’s going on? And you are sweaty”
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‎Mom - “Oh… I… I’m okay, baby. I was just… it’s nothing, really…”
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‎Me - “I saw you and Manoj through the keyhole, Mom. Why’s he not wearing clothes either?”
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‎Mom - “You… you were watching? Sanjay, oh no… from the keyhole? I told you to sleep. Yu should stop peeping in our room”
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‎Me - “Yeah, but mom. I saw everything. What’s happening? You looked like you were telling Manoj to stop doing something"
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‎Her face went pale, her hand gripping the towel tighter. She glanced back, like she was checking for Manoj, then forced a shaky smile.
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‎Mom - “Sanjay, go back to bed, okay? It’s… it’s grown-up stuff. You don’t need to worry.”
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‎Me - “But why’re you both naked, Mom? And why were you screaming?”
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‎Mom - “It’s… we were playing a game, baby. A silly adult game, that’s all.”
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‎Me - “What game, Mom? It didn’t look like a game. You were loud. Manoj told me that he will give you massage, not game of sweating "
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‎Mom - “Yes Very true I… I screamed because… it’s part of the game, Sanjay. Like when you shout playing tag and it is type of massage. Now go, please.”
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‎I frowned, not buying it. Then I saw her flinch, her eyes darting back again, and her body jerked slightly, like something was pushing her. 
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‎Manoj was behind her—I couldn’t see him through the half-closed door, but I knew. 
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‎He’d probably shoved his cock back into her pussy, fucking her while she talked to me despite me not seeing inside the bedroom.
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‎Her face twisted, a moan slipping out as she tried to act normal.
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‎Mom - “Aashh! Sanjay… listen, baby… you’re my good boy, okay?”
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‎Me - “Mom, why’re you moaning like that? And what’s that thumping noise?”
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‎Mom - “Oohhh! It’s… it’s nothing, baby… just… just the game, I told you…”
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‎Me - “You’re moving back and forth, Mom. Is Manoj doing something?”
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‎Mom - “Aaahhh! No, Sanjay… I’m just… I’m fine, really. Please, go back to bed…”
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‎Her moans were louder now, her body rocking, the thumping steady—his cock slamming into her, I knew it, even if I couldn’t see him. 
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‎Her eyes fluttered, fighting to focus on me, but pleasure was creeping in, making her shameless again. 
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‎Manoj was actually fucking her pussy while she talk to me.
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‎I wanted to believe her, but my kid brain wasn’t that dumb—I knew Manoj was fucking her, making her move like that.
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‎Me - “Mom, can I come in? I wanna see what’s going on!”
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‎Mom - “No! Sanjay, no… you can’t… it’s not for kids. Please, go away…”
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‎Me - “But Mom, I’m worried! Let me in! What kind of massage is Manoj giving you?"
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‎Mom - “Aashh! Sanjay, listen—you’re my good boy. Go back to bed, okay? I’ll… I’ll see you soon.”
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‎She pushed me gently, her hand shaking, and I stepped back, nodding, pretending to agree. 
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‎She called me a good boy again, her voice cracking with a moan, then shut the door. 
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‎I waited a second, then crept back to the keyhole—only to find it blocked, a towel stuffed in the keyhole where I was watching.
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‎Mm probably did that to prevent me from continuing to watch. This made my mind suspect my mom's intentions.
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‎What is my mom hiding from me?
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‎My heart sank, but I wasn’t giving up. I tiptoed outside, to the window, and peered through a crack in the curtains. 
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‎There they were, the two love birds, Manoj fucking Mom doggystyle on the bed again, her ass bouncing, his cock deep in her pussy, her moans filling the air.
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‎Mom - “Aaahhh! Manoj, that was so risky! Fucking me while I talked to Sanjay… he could’ve known!”
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‎Manoj - “Fuck, Rekha, who cares? Kid’s grown enough—he knows you’re a cheating slut now.”
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‎Mom - “Oohhh! No, he doesn’t… he’s my baby… I’m not that, Manoj… aashh! My pussy"
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‎Manoj - “Bullshit, bitch. You’re moaning like a whore—your pussy’s mine, and he saw it.”
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‎Mom - “Uuhhh! I’m… I’m not yours… I’m just… ohhh, it’s too much…”
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‎Her moans were unstoppable, her body rocking with pleasure as Manoj fucked her hard, his hands slapping her ass, her pussy dripping. 
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‎She was lost in it, shameless, and I watched, my world crumbling, knowing Mom was sinning, caught in something she couldn’t escape.

[Givemeextra]

Wow Wow, son trying all to come inside room and Mom pushing him out with all her effort

[Revik]

Nice update

[Uvaaaa]

Nice update

[vishal1516]

Nice going

[Xossiy]

Move on form the room and after this what happened continue bro

[Revik]

Update

[Rajeev Gupta]

Thanks for your feedback guys. One thing about my mom that you guys should know is that she easily falls into suggestions of other people i.e Shalini.


Story continues...



‎The room was a suffocating mix of sweat, moans, and the relentless thump of flesh.
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‎ I crouched by the window now, having moved from the blocked keyhole, my eye pressed to a crack in the curtains.
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‎Mom—Rekha—was on her hands and knees, her fat ass shaking like a storm with every brutal thrust from Manoj’s cock in her pussy.
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‎Her big boobs swung wildly, nipples hard, and her pussy was dripping, releasing juices that coated her thighs, glistening in the dim light.
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‎Manoj fucked her hard, his thick, veined cock slamming deep, making her body quiver and her moans spill out, raw and needy.
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‎Mom - “Aashh! Oohhh! Aaahhh! Manoj… it’s too much…”
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‎Manoj - “Fuck, Rekha, your pussy’s gushing juices! You’re loving this cock, you slut!”
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‎Mom - “No, Manoj… I’m not… it’s just… my body… I don’t want this! I have never done this filthy"
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‎Manoj - “Bullshit, bitch—your juices say you’re a whore for my dick. Keep taking it!”
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‎Her denial was weak, her voice trembling as her ass kept shaking, each thump sending ripples through her plump cheeks. I watched, my heart pounding, horrified by how her pussy leaked like she was enjoying it.
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‎Manoj’s eyes dropped lower, fixating on her tight asshole, a small, puckered ring between her jiggling cheeks.
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‎His stare was dark, hungry, and I knew he was thinking of something more sinister—something worse than what he was already doing.
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‎My innocent mind knew what an asshole was; I’d heard kids at college whisper it was where people shit from. Why would
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‎Manoj want that hole? It was disgusting, unthinkable, and the idea made my stomach churn, my young brain reeling with shock.
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‎Wasn’t her pussy enough?
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‎Manoj - “Rekha, your asshole’s so fucking tight. I’m gonna fuck it—gonna rip that hole open with my cock.”
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‎Mom - “No! Manoj, please, not anal sex! I’m begging you—don’t touch there, it’s wrong!”
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‎Manoj - “Wrong? I’m a pervert, Rekha—I need to fuck your asshole. Saw that big booty at Shalini’s party, shaking in that tight dress, and I’ve been dreaming of this hole ever since.”
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‎Mom - “Please, Manoj, no! I can’t… it’s too much… anything but that!”
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‎Her voice was pure panic, her eyes wide with fear. She’d always been religious—praying every morning, keeping our home pure.
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‎Anal sex was never in her world, a sin she’d never even imagined, let alone endured. Manoj’s obsession with her ass, sparked at that party where Shalini made her wear that revealing dress, was a violation she couldn’t fathom.
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‎I was shocked, asking myself why he’d want something so gross, so forbidden. It felt like he was trying to break her completely, to take even her dignity.
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‎Manoj pulled his cock from her pussy with a wet pop, the slick shaft glistening with her juices. Her ass stopped shaking for a moment, her body tensing.
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‎Manoj - “Spread your buttcheeks, Rekha. Show me that asshole—time to fuck it.”
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‎Mom - “No, Manoj! I won’t… I can’t do that… please, don’t make me!”
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‎She scrambled away, fear driving her. Her hands clutched the sheets, pulling them over her ass like a shield.
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‎She curled her legs under, trying to hide her asshole, her boobs pressed against the bed as she whimpered, shaking her head.
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‎Her eyes darted to the door, like she was thinking of running, but Manoj’s glare pinned her in place.
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‎Manoj - “Get back here, you fucking slut! Turn to doggystyle and spread your cheeks, or I’ll force you!”
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‎Mom - “Manoj, please… I’m scared… don’t do this… I’ll do anything else…”
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‎I wondered—was this the “massage” Manoj had lied about? He’d told me he was helping Mom relax, but this was no relaxation. It was a nightmare, and Mom was trapped.
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‎Slowly, her shoulders slumped, and she turned back to doggystyle, her hands trembling as she reached back and spread her buttcheeks.
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‎Her asshole was small, pink, and tight, quivering slightly as she exposed it. My breath caught—it was cute, in a strange way, but so wrong for this.
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‎Manoj - “Fuck, Rekha, that asshole’s perfect—tight and ready for my cock.”
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‎Mom - “No, Manoj… it’s not ready… please, don’t touch it… I’m begging…”
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‎Manoj ignored her, dipping his fingers into her pussy, scooping her juices and smearing them over her asshole, lubricating it with slick, warm fluid.
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‎Her religious heart must’ve screamed—anal sex was a line she’d never crossed, a taboo her faith condemned.
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‎But her body betrayed her, the juices making her asshole glisten, inviting Manoj’s perversion. I fully understood now—Mom was doing something wrong, sinning against Dad, against us, even if she was forced. Manoj’s voice dripped with shame.
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‎Manoj - “Look at this, Rekha—your pussy juices making your asshole shine. It’s fucking beautiful, you slut.”
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‎Mom - “Stop, Manoj… don’t say that… it’s not beautiful… it’s shameful…”
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‎Manoj - “Shameful? Your asshole’s a work of art, bitch—gonna fuck it till you scream.”
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‎I nodded, confused but agreeing with Manoj—her asshole was cute, small, and perfect, but the thought of him using it made me sick.
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‎It was so wrong, so dirty. Manoj positioned himself, his massive cock—thick, veined, still wet from her pussy—pressing against her asshole.
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‎He readied her, rubbing the tip around the rim, teasing the tight ring.
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‎Manoj - “Here we go, Rekha. My cock’s going in your asshole—relax, or it’ll hurt more.”
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‎Mom - “UUUHH! AAAHH! Manoj, no! It’s too big… it won’t fit!”
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‎Manoj - “Shut the fuck up, slut! Stop shouting and take my dick!”
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‎Mom - “AAAHH! It’s uncomfortable… it hurts so much… please, stop!”
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‎Manoj - “I don’t give a shit, Rekha—your asshole’s mine. Push back, you whore!”
‎She shouted, her voice raw, as he pushed harder, the tip stretching her asshole painfully.
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‎She tried to avoid it—clenching her cheeks, shifting her hips forward, even reaching back to push his cock away with trembling fingers.
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‎But Manoj was relentless, his hands gripping her hips, forcing her still. I agreed with Mom—his dick was too big, impossible for that tiny hole. It couldn’t fit, not without tearing her apart.
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‎The struggle was brutal. Her asshole resisted, the tight ring refusing to open, but Manoj kept pushing, his cockhead pressing harder, stretching her inch by inch.
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‎Her screams were deafening, her body shaking, sweat dripping down her back. She kicked her legs slightly, trying to crawl away, but Manoj yanked her back, his grip like iron.
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‎Creatively, she grabbed a pillow, shoving it under her hips to lift her ass higher, hoping it’d make him slip out, but it only gave him better access.
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‎Manoj - “You fucking bitch, stop fighting! Spread your cheeks and let my cock in!”
‎Mom - “AAAHH! UUUHH! I can’t, Manoj! It’s tearing me… please, no!”
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‎Manoj - “Take it, you whore! Your asshole’s opening—fuck, it’s tight!”
‎Mom - “AAAHH! NO! It hurts… I can’t do this… stop!”
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‎Finally, with a sickening pop, the cockhead entered her asshole, her scream piercing the air. Her body froze, trembling, but she jumped forward instinctively, her ass clenching, forcing his dick out.
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‎Manoj roared, his face red with anger, his cock throbbing in the air.
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‎Manoj - “Goddamn it, Rekha! You fucking ruined it! Relax, you stupid slut!”
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‎Mom - “I’m sorry, Manoj… AAAHH! It hurt so much… please, give me a moment…”
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‎Manoj - “A moment? You’re pissing me off, bitch! Get back in doggystyle—now!”
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‎Mom - “Please, Manoj… just a second… I can’t… it’s too much…”
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‎I was in shock, my heart racing. I wanted to stop Manoj, to call Dad, to do anything, but I didn’t.
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‎Why? I was scared—scared of Manoj’s anger, scared of what Dad would think, scared of breaking Mom’s secret.
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‎I was just a kid, frozen by fear and confusion, my love for her tangled with disgust. Manoj stood, storming to her, grabbing her hair while she was still facing him.
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‎He looked into her eyes, his face inches from hers, and kissed her forcefully, his lips smashing against hers, his tongue invading her mouth.
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‎Manoj - “You’re mine, Rekha—every fucking hole. Turn around, or I’ll make you.”
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‎Mom - “Manoj, please… don’t… I need time… it hurts…”
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‎He didn’t listen, swiftly spinning her to doggystyle, her fat ass jiggling as she landed on her knees.
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‎Her cheeks bounced, her pussy still dripping, her asshole red from the earlier attempt. She begged, her voice cracking.
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‎Mom - “Manoj, I’m begging… don’t do this… it’s too painful…”
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‎Manoj - “Shut up, slut. Adjust—push your ass up, relax your hole. I’m fucking it now.”
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‎Mom - “Please… I can’t… it’s wrong… I’m scared…”
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‎She obeyed, lifting her ass higher, her hands spreading her cheeks again, her asshole quivering.
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‎Manoj lined up his cock, pushing slowly this time, the tip pressing against her lubricated hole. She endured, her body trembling, her breath ragged.
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‎The cockhead entered again, stretching her asshole with a slow, agonizing burn.
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‎Mom - “AAAHH! UUUHH! MANOJ, IT HURTS! PLEASE, NO!”
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‎Manoj - “Don’t fucking move, you whore! Stay still, or I’ll rip your asshole apart!”
‎Mom - “AAAHH! I’m trying… it’s too big… I can’t…”
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‎I moved to another window, desperate to see better, my eye pressed to a different crack.
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‎I felt guilty, knowing I was doing bad manners, eagerly watching Mom turn into a slut, but I couldn’t stop.
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‎Manoj’s cock was pushing into her asshole, the tight ring stretching painfully around the head, then an inch more.
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‎She shouted, her screams raw, because the pain was unbearable—her asshole wasn’t meant for this, too small, too tight for his massive dick. Manoj guided her, his voice harsh.
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‎Manoj - “Push back, Rekha—open your asshole. Take my cock, you slut.”
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‎Mom - “UUUHH! AAAHH! I can’t… it’s burning… please, stop!”
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‎Manoj - “Keep going, bitch—your hole’s taking it. Fuck, it’s tight.”
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‎Mom - “AAAHH! Manoj, it’s too much… I’m trying… it hurts!”
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‎It wasn’t working—her asshole clenched, resisting, and Manoj’s patience snapped. He pulled out in anger, his cock springing free, and threw Mom to the side, her body hitting the bed with a thud. She gasped, curling up, her ass still jiggling.
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‎Manoj - “You’re a fucking useless slut, Rekha! Can’t even take my dick in your asshole!”
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‎Mom - “I’m sorry, Manoj… it’s too painful… I tried… please, don’t be mad…”
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‎Manoj stormed to his suitcase, rummaging through it. He pulled out a small, shiny object, tapered at one end, with a flared base. My eyes widened—what was that?
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‎Manoj - “This, Rekha, is an anal plug. Gonna stretch your asshole so you’re ready for my cock next time.”
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‎Mom - “An… anal plug? What… what is it? I don’t understand…”
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‎Manoj - “It’s a toy, you dumb slut. Goes in your asshole, stays there, opens you up. Now lie on your stomach.”
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‎Mom - “Okay, Manoj… but… will it hurt? I’m scared…”
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‎She agreed, lying on her stomach, her hands parting her asscheeks again. Her asshole was red, still slick with her juices. Manoj pushed the plug against it, the tip slipping in easily but the wider part stretching her.
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‎She gasped, her body tensing, her legs kicking slightly as she tried to adjust. The struggle was intense—her asshole resisted, clenching, but Manoj twisted it, pushing harder until it popped in, fully locked, the base snug against her cheeks.
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‎Mom - “AAAHH! Manoj, it’s… it’s in! It feels so strange… will it hurt?”
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‎Manoj - “It’s fine, slut. Keeps your asshole ready. Never take it out, got it?”
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‎Mom - “But… what if I need to… to shit? I can’t keep it in forever…”
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‎Manoj - “Take it out then, but put it back after. Your asshole’s mine now.”
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‎Mom - “Okay… I’ll try… it’s so uncomfortable…”
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‎Manoj sat back, stroking his cock, still hard and throbbing. He pointed to it, his grin wicked.
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‎Manoj - “Get over here, Rekha. Suck my cock—I need to cum, and your mouth’s perfect.”
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‎Mom - “Alright, Manoj… I’ll do it… just… no more anal sex, please.”
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‎She crawled to him, her boobs swaying, the plug shifting in her asshole with every move.
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‎She took his cock in her mouth, sucking like a professional slut—her lips tight, her tongue swirling, her head bobbing with a rhythm that shocked me.
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‎Her cheeks hollowed, her eyes half-closed, and she made soft, wet sounds, like she’d done this before. I couldn’t believe it—Mom, my holy mom, sucking like that.
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‎Manoj - “Fuck, Rekha, you’re a professional slut! Sucking my cock like a porn star—damn!”
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‎Mom - “Mmm… I’m just… doing what you want… I’m not that…”
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‎Manoj - “Not that? You’re a fucking pro, bitch—keep sucking, make me cum.”
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‎She kept going, her mouth working faster, her hands gripping his thighs. His cock twitched, and with a grunt, he came, thick spurts filling her mouth.
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‎She gagged, her eyes watering, and tried to pull back, spit dribbling down her chin.
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‎Manoj - “Swallow it, Rekha! Don’t you dare spit my cum out, you whore!”
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‎Mom - “Mmm… Manoj, I can’t… it’s too much… please…”
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‎Manoj - “Swallow, bitch! Open your mouth after—show me it’s gone.”
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‎She swallowed, her throat bobbing, her face crumpling with disgust. She opened her mouth, tongue out, showing it was empty. Manoj laughed, satisfied, and collapsed onto the bed.
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‎Mom curled up beside him, both naked, the plug still in her asshole, her body slick with sweat. They fell asleep, the room quiet except for their heavy breathing.
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‎Then the next morning..........
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[Rocky@handsome]

Mom locked her bedroom door behind her, the soft click reverberating in the stillness of our house. I couldn’t sleep, the night’s events—Manoj’s roaming hands, the dampness between her thighs, Shalini’s provocative words—churning in my mind like a restless storm. 


A strange pull tugged me out of bed, my socks silent on the floor as I crept toward her room. A sliver of light glowed under her door, and I pressed my ear against it, peering through the keyhole with a mix of curiosity and unease.


Inside, Mom sat on the edge of her bed, her nightgown hiked up past her knees, revealing the smooth, golden skin of her thighs. Her hand rested there, inches from her clean shaven thirsty pussy, a private warmth I’d never seen her touch before. 

Her fingers began to move—slow, tentative circles at first, then bolder, rubbing with a quiet urgency. She was horny, a raw, pulsing need etched into her quickening breaths and half-closed eyes. 

Manoj had left her in this state—his touch in the car, his kiss on the dance floor, had ignited a fire she couldn’t douse. I knew she was somehow thinking about this all the time while she was rubbing her pussy. 

Her 38-inch bust heaved with each shallow gasp, her 34-inch waist curved softly, and her big moti ass pressed into the mattress, shifting as she sought relief. 

It was clear she wanted her pussy to be fucked so hard, a release to quench the thirst he’d stirred.
She reached for her phone, and my heart skipped, expecting her to call Manoj, to invite him back to finish what he’d started. 

But instead, she tapped Dad’s name, launching a video call. 

The screen flickered to life, and his tired face appeared, I re adjusted my positioning from the window so that I could see dad's face in mom's phone, lit by the harsh glow of his Dubai apartment. 

I stayed hidden, shocked, watching as her hand lingered near her pussy, her horny restlessness spilling into the call, her body a live wire of need.

Dad: - “Rekha? It’s the middle of the night there—what’s going on? Why’re you calling me now?”

Mom: - “Amit, I couldn’t wait—I’m so horny, I needed to hear your voice. I’m burning up without you. My tiny pussy is twitching, clenching, I want it now baby, I want your dick inside my pussy”

Dad: - “Horny? Rekha, you look… different—flushed, restless. What’s gotten into you tonight? What is going on?”

Mom: - “I’m missing you so much—it’s unbearable. I’m touching myself, Amit—my pussy’s aching for you.”

Her voice trembled with desperation, and I saw her fingers press harder, rubbing her pussy through the thin nightgown. A soft moan slipped out, her 38-inch bust rising sharply, her hand grazing her breast then sliding back down.

I couldn't understand what is going on with my mom this night. Is this all because Manoj has turned her to thirst for a dick just because he kissed her and rubbed her pussy in the car while she was asleep? 


Dad’s eyes widened, his confusion plain across the screen.


Dad: - “Touching yourself? Rekha, what’s that sound—those moans? Are you alright, jaan? What’s happening over there?”

Mom: - “I’m fine—just so damn horny, Amit. It’s been too long, and I can’t stop. Talk to me—please, I need you. It has been two months since you fucked me my love”

Dad: - “I’ve never heard you like this before—you’re scaring me, Rekha. You’re always so calm, so pure—what’s changed?”

Mom: - “Don’t ask questions—just help me, Amit. Speak filthy to me, quench this fire. I want you to talk dirty to me on the phone until I cum. Let's us do phone sex right now. NO more questions my love. I’m begging you—make me feel you.”

I froze, my breath catching—shocked like Dad. My pure, religious Mom, who lit diyas every morning, now horny and demanding filth? 

My mom and dad never did phone sex before. So I don't know where my mom got this idea from. Maybe from Shalini? But I am not certain because I never heard Shalini talk to her about this idea of phone sex.

Her hand kneaded her breast, fingers circling her pussy, her eyes locked on Dad’s stunned face. Through the window, I watched her body shift, her 44-inch ass grinding slightly against the bed, the nightgown riding higher to expose more of her thighs. 

The image clashed with everything I knew—her prayers, her modesty—replaced by this raw, thirsty woman I didn’t recognize.


Dad: - “Filthy? Rekha, I can’t—you’re my wife, not some… I don’t know how to say those things!”

Mom: - “Don’t you dare hold back—I’m dying here, Amit! Call me a dirty slut—say it, make me feel alive!”

Dad: - “A dirty slut? Rekha, please—behave yourself! I’ve never seen you this wild—what’s wrong with you tonight? You are supposed to be religious”

Mom: - “Wrong? I’m thirsty, that’s what’s wrong! Been alone too long, and I need you to fuck me with your words—do it!”

Dad’s face twisted, torn between shock and love. She’d always had a hold over him, and now, her rude urgency bent him to her will. He exhaled, his voice shaky but yielding.


Dad: - “Alright, jaan—I’ll try, for you. I’d start with your neck—kissing it slow, sucking till you shiver, tasting every bit of you.”

Mom: - “Oh, Amit… yes, that’s it—keep going, don’t stop now, I’m feeling you already.”

Dad: - “Then your shoulders—I’d bite them gentle, trail my tongue down, feel your skin heat up under me, driving me crazy.”

Mom: - “Mmm… crazy—yes, I love that. More, Amit—give me more, I’m so horny for you.”





Her fingers pressed her breast harder, kneading the soft flesh, then slid back to her pussy, rubbing with a steady rhythm. Her moans grew louder—sweet, needy hums that filled the room. Her 34-inch waist twisted slightly, her plump ass shifting as she arched into her touch. 

I couldn’t believe it—my Mom, so thirsty, lost in this primal need, her body begging for what Manoj had awakened and Dad now fed.


Dad: - “Down your chest—I’d linger on those breasts, Rekha, kissing them, teasing them till you’re gasping, knowing how much I want you.”

Mom: - “Oh… gasping—yes, I’m yours, Amit. Tell me how bad you want me—make it filthy.”

Dad: - “So bad, jaan—I’d suck those nipples, squeeze you tight, then slide lower, kissing your waist, your hips, worshipping every curve.”

Mom: - “Worship me—oh, I feel it, Amit. Lower—don’t tease me, take me there. Oohh yesss I can feel my pussy vibrating just listening to your words my love oooh go on”

Her hand moved faster, fingers circling her pussy, her breaths ragged. Dad’s voice deepened, still hesitant but caught in her pull, his confusion giving way to a reluctant heat. My mom didn't really want to call dad, but she called him because she wanted to do away with thinking about Manoj and removing the thirst Manoj brought to her.


Dad: - “Your thighs, Rekha—I’d spread them wide, kiss inside, deep and slow, tasting you, driving you wild till you’re begging me.”

Mom: - “Begging—yes, I’m begging now! Deeper, Amit—tell me what you’d do, I’m so close.”

Dad: - “I’d take you, jaan—push my cock inside your pussy, pound you hard, fill you up till you’re screaming my name.”

Mom: - “Oh… fuck, Amit—hard, yes! I’m… I’m there—don’t stop, I’m cumming!”

He caught her gasps, guiding her through the peak.

Dad: - “Cum for me, Rekha—let it all out, scream if you want, I’m with you, pounding you deep—are you there?”

Mom: - “Yes—oh, fuck, Amit! I’m cumming—oh God, yes—harder… oh!”

Her body tensed, her hand trembling against her pussy, and she gasped out broken words—“Oh… fuck… Amit… yes!”—sharp, desperate, a release that shook her whole frame. Her pussy splashed out juices and she orgasmed and she even wetted the bed with her pussy juices.


Her 38-inch bust heaved, her face flushed red, her enormous ass lifting off the bed as she shuddered, waves of pleasure crashing through her. She sank back, panting, her hand falling limp, the nightgown tangled around her hips.


Dad: - “You satisfied now, Rekha? That was… intense—my heart’s racing over here. This is the first time I have ever done this phone sex thing”

Mom: - “Yes, Amit… so satisfied—thank you, love. I needed you so bad tonight.”

Dad: - “I’m glad, jaan—love you more than anything. But why’re you like this? This isn’t my Rekha—what’s going on?”

Mom: - “Love you too—just missing you, Amit. Been so horny without you, that’s all—I couldn’t hold it in. I don't know where this feeling of thirst is coming from but don't worry”

Dad: - “Missing me this much? You’re different—wilder than I’ve ever seen. My religious Rekha, acting like this?”

Mom: - “I know—it’s strange for me too. Just lonely, thirsty—when’re you back, Amit? I need you here. I just don't know what is going on with me”


I wish dad knew what was going on with my mom. She was acting like this because there is another man who is causing her to act filthy like this. 

That man is non other than Manoj, she met him for the first time and here she is in horny mode because he kissed her and rubbed her pussy earlier on.

Dad: - “Three months, jaan—still a while. Can’t rush it, but I hate leaving you like this.”

Mom: - “Three months? Too damn long—my pussy’s gonna ache till then, Amit! You have a small dick but I want that small dick in me”

Dad: - “Cmon Rekha, stop saying I have a small dick. Even if it is small, you love it. You’re strong, Rekha—my religious beauty. You can wait, keep that faith you love.”

Mom: - “Faith? I can’t wait with this horny fire burning me up—I’m not that strong right now!”

Dad: - “You are, jaan—I know you. I’ll find a way, come sooner—I can’t let my gorgeous wife suffer like this.”

Mom: - “You better, Amit—I’m counting on you. Love you—need you so much.”

Dad: - “Love you too, Rekha—more than words. Night, jaan—dream of me.”

She kissed the phone, a loud smack, and hung up, her face softening into a satisfied smile—content, dreamy, a woman quenched for now. 

After she hung up, she told herself in whispering voice, "Ooh my love Amit, the truth is that your dick never satisfies me but I miss it"

I didn't believe my mom was talking like this. I never saw my dad's dick but I believe what she is telling herself. Maybe dad had a small dick but I don't know since I never sneaked in to watch them having sex.


Her eyes fluttered shut, her breath evening out as sleep claimed her, her body still in the afterglow. But I knew—Manoj’s touch, not Dad’s voice, had sparked this thirst, a secret she’d buried in her lies.


I pulled back from the keyhole, my heart pounding, my mind reeling. Through that tiny view, I’d seen her hand slow, then fall to her side, her nightgown tangled high, exposing her thighs—smooth, damp, marked by her release. 

Her 38-inch bust settled with each deep breath, her 34-inch waist a gentle curve, her 44-inch ass pressing into the mattress, a silent testament to her need. 

She’d been horny—raw, pulsing, a fire Manoj had lit with his hands in the car, his kiss on the dance floor. Dad’s words had carried her over, but the root was deeper, darker.


I crept back to my room, shocked like Dad had been. My pure Mom—always in sarees, chanting mantras—now horny and rude, her hands on her pussy, demanding filth? I didn’t believe she could burn like this, her thirst so fierce it broke her gentle shell. 

Dad’s confusion echoed mine—her religious core clashed with this wildness, and she’d hidden Manoj, blaming it on loneliness. But I saw it—his fingers, his boldness, had cracked something in her, unleashing a hunger she couldn’t name or confess.


The house fell still, her soft snores filtering through the wall. She slept with that smile, satisfied for now, but the night’s shadow lingered. Three months until Dad returned—her horny thirst would simmer, fed by a stranger’s touch she wouldn’t admit. 

I lay in bed, the image of her—beautiful, conflicted, undone—burning in my mind, a secret I’d keep locked tight, a weight I didn’t fully understand.

However, I was ready to find out how it will go between Manoj and my mom. But what I knew is that Manoj has very well influenced my mom's sexual desire in an indirect way.



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

Friends, will Manoj fuck my mom? What will happen next? Stay tuned and send in your comments.

I have to admit that this is the most horrible and mindless story I have ever come across on this forum...disgusting to the core...

I totally agree with you preeti, how can some readers support this type of story??!!

[Mahendra_]

You are the best writer of all time. Update please

[Uvaaaa]

I update soon

[aravindkkumar08]

Preetiji let me tell you all fingers are not same in size. Even I like your some of your stories but your latest story living again seems mindless. How come husband and child will not find out if she is moving here and there. But it's entertaining how sexual activities goes between them. We should not find logic in stories. Just read and get entertained.

[sexypreeti]

Preetiji let me tell you all fingers are not same in size. Even I like your some of your stories but your latest story living again seems mindless. How come husband and child will not find out if she is moving here and there. But it's entertaining how sexual activities goes between them. We should not find logic in stories. Just read and get entertained.

Thanks for letting me know  

I will wait to hear what you have to say after you read that story till the end...

[Rajeev Gupta]

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‎The morning light crept through the curtains, but the house was silent, heavy with the sins of the night before. Mom—Rekha—and Manoj had slept until 10 a.m., something she never did.
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‎Her usual 6 a.m. prayers were replaced by the weight of exhaustion and shame, her naked body curled beside Manoj’s on the bed, the anal plug still locked in her asshole.
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‎I’d barely slept, my mind replaying her moans, her jiggling ass, and that disgusting plug. By afternoon, Manoj left for his “business,” his suitcase clinking as he swaggered out, leaving Mom and me alone in a house that felt tainted.
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‎Mom stood in the kitchen, her face pale but composed, wearing a nice saree—pale blue with golden embroidery, not as tight as the party dress Shalini forced on her, but still hugging her curves.
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‎The fabric dbangd over her big boobs, outlining their fullness, and clung to her fat ass, each step making her cheeks shift subtly. Her navel peeked out, a soft, oval dip above the saree’s low waist, and her hips swayed with a grace that felt too sensual for a mother.
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‎I watched her, my heart heavy, knowing why she was different today.
‎She turned to me, her eyes soft but nervous, and sat carefully, wincing as the plug shifted in her asshole. Her voice was gentle, but it carried a weight I couldn’t ignore.
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‎Mom - “Sanjay, baby, we need to go to the pandit today. It’s important for both of us.”
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‎Sanjay - “Why, Mom? What’s wrong? Why do we need a pandit?”
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‎Mom - “It’s… it’s just something we need to do, okay? To make things right, to feel clean.”
‎Sanjay - “Clean? What do you mean? Did something happen?”
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‎Mom - “No, no, baby. It’s just… a ritual. For peace. Don’t worry about it.”
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‎Sanjay - “But why now, Mom? Is it because of last night?”
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‎Mom - “Sanjay, please. It’s not about that. We just need to go. Trust me.”
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‎I knew why, even if she wouldn’t say it. She wanted to cleanse herself of Manoj’s filth—the touch of his, the blowjob, the cum she swallowed. And me?
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‎She probably thought I needed cleansing too, for watching her naked, for seeing her sin through the keyhole and window. Her vague words didn’t fool me, but I didn’t push, not wanting to hurt her. Still, my questions about last night burned inside me.
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‎Me - “Mom, what was going on last night? Why were you naked with Manoj?”
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‎Mom - “Sanjay, oh… it was nothing, baby. I thought I told you about it last night. Just… grown-up things. You shouldn’t have seen that.”
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‎Me - “But why no clothes? And why were you screaming? It didn’t look right.”
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‎Mom - “It was… a game, like I said. Adults do things sometimes. It’s not for kids to understand.”
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‎Me - “A game? It looked scary, Mom. Why were you moaning like that?”
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‎Mom - “Sanjay, enough. Don’t ask more, please. It’s not something you should think about.”
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‎Me - “But why can’t I know? I’m worried about you.”
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‎Mom - “Baby, I’m fine. Just… never watch again, okay? It’s private. You could get confused.”
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‎Me - “Confused? Why would I get confused, Mom?”
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‎Mom - “Because… it’s not for kids’ eyes. Promise me you’ll stay away from keyholes, Sanjay.”
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‎Her explanations were useless, dodging the truth, and it frustrated me. She wasn’t acting like I suspected her—she was still my mom, soft and caring—but I knew she was hiding something shameful.
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‎I promised not to watch again, but my mind wouldn’t let go of the images—Manoj’s cock in her pussy, her ass shaking, that plug in her asshole. We left for the pandit’s house, her saree swishing as she walked gingerly to the bus station, each step cautious, her ass barely moving to avoid the plug’s pressure.
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‎Me - “Mom, why’re you walking so funny? Are you hurt?”
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‎Mom - “No, baby, I’m fine. Just… a little sore from… from sitting too long.”
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‎Me - “Sore? You sure you’re okay?”
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‎Mom - “Yes, Sanjay. Don’t worry. Let’s just get to the bus.”
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‎I knew it was the butt plug, lodged deep in her asshole, making every step a reminder of Manoj’s perversion. Her vague response didn’t fool me, but I stayed quiet, my heart heavy with the secret we both carried.
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‎Her saree clung to her curves, the fabric catching the sunlight, and I couldn’t help but notice how her boobs bounced slightly, her navel winking with each sway. She was beautiful, but it felt wrong to see her like that, like she was still tainted by last night.
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‎We reached the pandit’s house, a small, cluttered place with incense smoke curling in the air. Pandit Ganesh was old, maybe 60, his thin frame dbangd in a faded saffron dhoti and kurta, a red tilak smeared on his forehead.
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‎His eyes were sharp, almost too sharp, and his beard was patchy, giving him a scruffy look. He knew Mom from years ago, when she’d visit for blessings, and his face lit up with surprise as we entered.
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‎Ganesh - “Rekha! My goodness, it’s been years! What brings you here after so long?”
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‎Mom - “Panditji, I… I needed to see you. It’s been a while, and I need… guidance.”
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‎Ganesh - “Guidance? You’ve always been so devout. What’s troubling you?”
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‎Mom - “It’s… personal, Panditji. I just need a ritual, for me and Sanjay, to feel… right.”
‎Ganesh - “Hmm, I see. Well, you’re here now. Let’s talk.”
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‎In my innocent mind, I doubted Ganesh’s character, even though he was religious. Something about his eyes—too lingering, too eager—made me think he was a pervert, like Manoj.
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‎Maybe it was how he smiled at Mom, or how his gaze flicked to her boobs, barely hidden by the saree’s pallu. I didn’t trust him, suspecting he hid something sinister behind his holy chants.
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‎Mom turned to me, her voice firm but kind.
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‎Mom - “Sanjay, go to the next room, okay? I need to talk to Panditji alone.”
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‎Me - “Why, Mom? Can’t I stay?”
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‎Mom - “No, baby. It’s… private. Please, just wait next door.”
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‎I nodded, moving to the small room beside his, closing the door with a soft click. Through a thin crack, I could still hear them. Ganesh gestured to a woven mat on the floor.
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‎Ganesh - “Sit, Rekha. On the mat, please.”
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‎Mom - “Yes, Panditji… I’ll try…”
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‎She lowered herself carefully, wincing as the butt plug shifted in her asshole. Her fat ass spread on the mat, the saree stretching tight, and she bit her lip, struggling to find a position that didn’t push the plug deeper.
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‎Her hands gripped her knees, her boobs heaving as she breathed through the discomfort. Ganesh tilted his head, noticing her unease.
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‎Ganesh - “What’s wrong, Rekha? You’re sitting so strangely.”
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‎Mom - “Oh, it’s… nothing, Panditji. Just… a little pain in my… back. Not a… not a plug or anything.”
‎Ganesh - “A back pain? Hmm. Sit properly, we need to begin.”
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‎Mom - “Yes, yes… I’m trying… it’s just… sore.”
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‎She caught herself, nearly mentioning the butt plug, but corrected quickly. Finally, she sat, the plug sinking deeper into her asshole, and I knew it was agonizing.
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‎I wondered—why was Mom here, seeking cleansing with Manoj’s plug still inside her? She was half pious, her faith clashing with the filth she carried, a contradiction that made my head spin. How could she pray with that thing in her?
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‎By now I understood all the filthy dirty secrets of my mom even thought I was still young.
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‎Ganesh began the ritual, lighting incense and chanting softly, the air thick with sandalwood. He paused, his eyes on Mom’s saree.
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‎Ganesh - “Rekha, remove your pallu. Stay in your blouse—it’s needed for the ritual.”
‎Mom - “My… pallu? Is that necessary, Panditji?”
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‎Ganesh - “Yes, it allows the mantras to flow freely. Do it now.”
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‎She hesitated, then obeyed, letting the pallu slip, revealing her tight blouse. Her big boobs popped forward, the fabric straining, her nipples faintly visible. I knew something was wrong—why did he need her half-exposed?
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‎As she closed her eyes at his command, Ganesh’s gaze locked on her boobs, a hungry glint in his eyes. He lit more incense, his chants growing louder, but his focus was on her curves, not the ritual.
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‎Ganesh - “Open up, Rekha. Tell me why you’re here. What burdens you?”
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‎Mom - “I… Panditji, I feel exposed like this. Can I cover with my scarf?”
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‎Ganesh - “No, Rekha. The blouse is part of the ritual. The scarf blocks the energy. Stay as you are.”
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‎Mom - “I… I think I made a mistake coming here. I shouldn’t reveal my wrongs… I should go.”
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‎Ganesh - “Stay, Rekha. Sinning is normal if you repent. Sit, tell me everything.”
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‎She started to stand, her fat ass lifting off the mat, the plug making her wince. Ganesh’s hand shot out, grabbing her waist, his fingers lingering too long, too close to her hips in a sexual way.
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‎Mom froze, her eyes wide, but his words were calm, almost soothing, as he gazed at her boobs and thighs, his lips twitching with a subtle drool.
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‎Ganesh - “You’re safe here, Rekha. Everyone sins. Repent, and you’ll be clean. What did you do?”
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‎Mom - “I… I did something very bad, Panditji. I feel so ashamed.”
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‎Ganesh - “Bad? Tell me more. What happened? Don’t hide from the truth.”
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‎Mom - “I… I don’t know if I can say it. It’s too heavy, too wrong.”
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‎Ganesh - “You must, Rekha. Hiding sins blocks your soul. What did you do?”
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‎Mom - “I… I committed adultery, Panditji. I was with another man… not my husband. I slept with him, I fell into temptations.”
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‎Ganesh - “Temptations? Hmm. That’s not such a big sin, Rekha. Many stray and return.”
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‎Mom - “Not big? Panditji, I betrayed Amit, my husband! How is that not terrible?”
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‎She was shocked, but a flicker of relief crossed her face, like his words lifted some guilt. I couldn’t believe it—adultery, the anal sex, the blowjob, all dismissed so easily? Ganesh leaned closer, his eyes glued to her boobs, a thin line of drool escaping his lips as he questioned her.
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‎Ganesh - “It’s not big because the heart can be cleansed, Rekha. How did it start? Tell me.”
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‎Mom - “It… it was a mistake, Panditji. A friend pushed me, and… I didn’t mean to.”
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‎Ganesh - “Pushed you? Why did you do it? Did you feel something, maybe… pleasure?”
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‎Mom - “Pleasure? No… I mean, my body… it reacted, but I hated it. I betrayed Amit.”
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‎Ganesh - “Betrayed? No, Rekha. You’re human. Did you like it, even a little?”
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‎Mom - “I… I don’t know, Panditji. I feel so bad, so dirty. I’m not that woman. I want be a good wife to my husband Amit and a good mother to my son Sanjay”
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‎Ganesh - “Calm down, Rekha. You’re not dirty. Bodies react—it’s natural. Tell me more.”
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‎Mom - “I keep thinking I’m awful, Panditji. I let it happen… I’m a terrible wife.”
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‎Ganesh - “Shh, Rekha. You’re not. Repent, and it’s gone. You’re still pure.”
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‎His eyes never left her boobs and thighs, his drool now a noticeable drip, his tongue flicking to catch it. I saw his dhoti shift—a bulge growing, his dick rising under the thin fabric.
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‎This religious man was getting aroused by my mom's exciting body and curves. I felt so angry and so disgusted.
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‎Mom didn’t notice, too caught in her guilt, but I did, and anger boiled in me. This so-called holy man was taking advantage, lusting after her like Manoj did.
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‎I wanted to scream, to protect her, but I was just a kid, powerless.
‎Ganesh stood, his voice suddenly sharp.
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‎Ganesh - “Lie on the bed, Rekha. On your stomach. The ritual needs it.”
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‎Mom - “On the bed? Panditji, why? Is that… normal?”
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‎Ganesh - “Don’t question me, Rekha! Lie down, or the ritual fails. Do it now.”
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‎Mom - “Okay… I’ll do it… but it feels strange…”
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‎She hesitated, her suspicion clear, but obeyed, moving to the low bed. He told her to remove the saree’s pleats and petticoat, leaving her in her blouse and a thin underskirt that hugged her curves.
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‎The underskirt was sheer, clinging to her fat ass, outlining every jiggle, and her navel was exposed, a deep, sensual dip that caught the light. Mom’s voice trembled.
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‎Mom - “Panditji, please look away while I… while I remove this.”
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‎Ganesh - “No, Rekha. I must watch—it’s part of the ritual. Remove it.”
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‎Mom - “Alright… but… it feels wrong…”
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‎She obeyed, peeling off the pleats and petticoat, the fabric sliding erotically over her ass, revealing the underskirt’s tight grip on her curves.
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‎Her navel glistened with sweat, a perfect oval that seemed to draw Ganesh’s eyes. His brow raised as she climbed onto the bed, lying on her stomach, her fat ass spreading under the underskirt, the plug’s base faintly visible through the fabric. My heart raced—why was he doing this?
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‎Ganesh - “Never look behind, Rekha. Stay still, face down.”
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‎Mom - “Yes, Panditji… will this cleanse me fully? I need to be pure again.”
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‎Ganesh - “…”
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‎He didn’t answer, his eyes locked on her ass, his mouth slightly open, drool pooling. I watched, horrified, as he stood, undoing his dhoti.
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‎His dick sprang free—big, thick, veined, almost as monstrous as Manoj’s, a shocking sight for a religious man. I was stunned—how could a pandit, a man of God, do this?
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‎He began stroking, his hand moving slowly at first, then faster, his eyes devouring Mom’s ass, the underskirt outlining every curve.
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‎His strokes were deliberate, his fingers tight around the shaft, precum glistening at the tip. He groaned, his hips twitching, and kept stroking until he came, thick spurts shooting out.
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‎Ganesh - “Ughhh… hmmm…”
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‎Mom - “Panditji, are you okay? What’s that sound?”
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‎Ganesh - “I’m… fine, Rekha. Just… channeling the mantras. Stay still.”
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‎His cum landed on Mom’s ass, splattering the underskirt, some hitting her exposed back, white streaks against her skin. She tensed, sensing something.
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‎Mom - “Panditji, what’s… what’s on my back? It feels wet…”
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‎Ganesh - “It’s… holy ash, Rekha. Part of the ritual. Don’t look behind.”
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‎Mom - “Holy ash? Oh… thank you, Panditji. I feel… better already.”
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‎She sounded pleased, clueless about the sin happening literally behind her back. Ganesh collapsed onto a chair, panting, his dick softening, cum dripping onto the floor. I was disgusted, my trust in holy men shattered—this was no ritual, just filth disguised as faith.
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‎Mom - “Panditji, are you alright? Should I call a doctor?”
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‎Ganesh - “No, Rekha. I’m fine. Don’t move, don’t look behind. The ritual’s not done.”
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‎Mom - “Okay… I’ll stay… thank you for helping me.”
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‎Her voice was soft, trusting, but I knew the truth—Ganesh was a pervert, and Mom was caught in another man’s lust, her half-pious heart blind to the cum on her back.
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‎I wanted to save her, but I was just Sanjay, a kid with no power, watching her fall deeper into a world of sin
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The pandit’s room was a haze of incense and betrayal, the air thick with the sin I’d just witnessed. 

Mom—Rekha—lay on the bed, her fat ass spread under the sheer underskirt, the butt plug’s base faintly visible, her big boobs straining her blouse, unaware of Ganesh’s cum streaking her back.
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‎I stood in the next room, my fists clenched, fury burning through me. Ganesh was no holy man—just a pervert like Manoj, lusting after Mom’s body. 
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‎He stirred, panting from his climax, and sat up, wiping sweat from his brow, his dhoti barely concealing his shame.
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‎Ganesh - “Rekha, sit up now. Back on the mat.”
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‎Mom - “Yes, Panditji… but why are you sweating so much? Are you unwell?”
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‎Ganesh - “No, it’s the ritual’s energy, Rekha. Channeling mantras takes… great effort.”
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‎Mom - “Oh, I see… it must be exhausting. Thank you for doing this for me. I think I feel pure”
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‎Mom - “Is there more to do, Panditji? I want to feel… fully cleansed.”
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‎Ganesh - “Yes, Rekha. I need to apply holy oil on your breasts to purify your heart chakra.”
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‎Mom - “My… breasts? Why is that necessary? It sounds… I don't know, but why panditji?”
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‎Ganesh - “The chest holds your guilt, Rekha. The oil aligns your soul, washes away sin. I can target your sin by touching your breasts”
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‎Mom - “Alright… if it’s for purification, I trust you. Will it take long?”
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‎Ganesh - “Not long. It’s a sacred step—your heart will feel lighter.”
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‎Her faith blinded her to his lechery, and she saw no wrong in his request. I watched through the crack, seething, as Ganesh poured oil into his palms, his eyes devouring her boobs.
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‎Her blouse was tight, nipples faintly outlined, and he rubbed the oil over the fabric, not fully on her skin but close enough to be perverse. 
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‎His hands lingered, deliberately cupping her boobs, squeezing gently, fingers tracing the curves.
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‎Mom stiffened, unease flickering in her eyes, but she accepted it, trusting his “holy” intent.
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‎Mom - “Panditji… this feels… strange. Is it supposed to be so… this way?”
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‎Ganesh - “Yes, Rekha. The oil must connect deeply with your energy. Relax, it’s working.”
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‎Mom - “Okay… it’s just… different. Does it always feel this way?”
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‎Ganesh - “For some, yes. Your soul is heavy—it needs extra care. Your breast are the gateway to purity"
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‎Mom - “I… I hope it’s helping. I feel so guilty, Panditji.”
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‎Ganesh - “It’s done now. Your heart is lighter, yes?”
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‎Mom - “Yes, Panditji! I’m… relieved, truly. But… should I tell Amit about my affair with another man?”
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‎Ganesh - “No, Rekha. Adultery is a smallest sin ever. It is even smaller than stealing a candy. Telling him would hurt him needlessly. There is no need to tell your husband. Just keep it as a secret”
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‎Mom - “Really? I feel so ashamed… but if you say it’s minor, I’ll keep it secret.”
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‎Ganesh - “Wise choice. Keep it between us and the gods. It’s better for your family.”
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‎Mom - “Thank you… I was so scared Amit would hate me. Call Sanjay now?”
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‎Ganesh - “Yes, call him. His cleansing is next.”
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‎Mom - “Sanjay! Come here, baby!”
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‎I stormed in, my anger barely contained. Ganesh’s oily hands glistened, his dhoti hiding the dick he’d stroked to Mom’s ass. He chanted over me, sprinkling water, but I barely listened, my eyes on Mom’s blouse, damp with oil, her boobs still popping out.
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‎She looked slightly pleased, her guilt eased by Ganesh’s lies, but her eyes held a shadow of shame, like she knew she wasn’t fully clean.
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‎We left the pandit’s house, the street alive with vendors’ shouts, one casting a curious glance at Mom’s swaying hips, her saree—a soft green with silver threads—clinging to her curves, outlining her big boobs and fat ass. A lot of men were staring at my mom's juicy ass.
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‎Other men were honking their cars just to tease my mom but she was ignoring them. When she passed near men, they were cat calling her due to her fat ass jiggling.
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‎Her phone buzzed repeatedly— “Manoj” flashing. She blocked each call, her fingers trembling, a bead of sweat rolling down her navel, catching the sunlight.
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‎Me - “Mom, why aren’t you answering? It’s Manoj, isn’t it?”
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‎Mom - “Oh, Sanjay, it’s… just someone. I’m not in the mood to talk right now.”
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‎Me - “But he keeps calling. What does he want? Is it about that night?”
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‎Mom - “No, baby, it’s nothing like that. Just… someone checking in.”
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‎Me - “Checking in? Mom, why won’t you tell me? I’m worried.”
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‎Mom - “Sanjay, please. It’s not important. Let’s just focus on today, okay?”
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‎Her vague answers stung, and I pressed harder, my voice sharp with frustration. 

The butt plug was still in her asshole, making her walk gingerly, each step cautious to avoid the pressure.
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‎Her saree swished, her navel winking, and I knew the plug was why she moved so oddly, a filthy secret beneath her pious exterior.
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‎That night, Mom sat in the sitting room, eating crisps, the crunch echoing in the quiet house. A small lamp flickered, casting shadows on her saree, her boobs heaving slightly as she breathed.
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‎She dialed Shalini, her naughty friend who’d pushed her into Manoj’s arms. Shalini answered, but loud moans—raw, desperate—burst through, mixed with thumping, like a bed slamming against a wall.
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‎Shalini - “Uuhhh! Fuck! Ohhh! Hey, Rekha… what’s up?”
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‎Mom - “Shalini?! Why are you… moaning like that? What’s happening?”
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‎Shalini - “Oh, shit… Rakesh is fucking me hard, Rekha! His cock’s deep in my asshole! Ooh I am loving it so hard”
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‎Mom - “What?! Shalini, that’s… shocking! Rakesh? Your husband's friend?”
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‎Shalini - “Yeah, uuhhh! He’s pounding my asshole now… feels so fucking good!”
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‎Mom - “Your… asshole? Shalini, how can you? That’s… disgusting! How can you have sex with your husband's friend? Shalini what are you doing?”
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‎Mom - “How could you do this to Ravi? It’s… it’s a sin!”
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‎Shalini - “Sin? Fuck that, Rekha! It’s pleasure—my asshole’s his playground!”
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‎Mom’s hand shook, and she hung up, crisps spilling onto the floor. Her face was pale, her eyes wide, like Shalini’s words had scorched her.
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‎She clutched her saree, pacing, then sat heavily, wincing as the plug shifted. A glass of water on the table tipped, spilling slightly, her nerves betraying her.
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‎Thirty minutes later, she called Shalini again, her voice steadier but laced with guilt.
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‎Mom - “Shalini, hi… I… we need to talk about earlier.”
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‎Shalini - “Rekha, babe! Sorry about that—Rakesh was tearing me up. You okay?”
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‎Mom - “No, I’m not okay. Why do you do that? With Rakesh? It’s so wrong.”
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‎Shalini - “Wrong? Bullshit, Rekha. It’s fun—my pussy, my asshole, they’re made for fucking. Women are for sex purposes to please men, you should know that Rekha.”
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‎Mom - “But… anal sex? How can you let him? What about Ravi, your husband?”
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‎Shalini - “Ravi’s a bore. I love my husband Ravi but there is something about Rakesh that my husband Ravi doesn't have. All women are sluts inside, Rekha—filthy, horny, and free.”
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‎Mom - “No… I’m not like that. I want to be a good wife, a good mother. I'm not a slut and I will never be one”
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‎Shalini - “Good? That’s a cage. Tell me about Manoj—did he fuck you raw?”
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‎Mom - “Shalini… I don’t want to. You pushed me to him—it was a mistake.”
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‎Shalini - “Mistake? Your pussy loved it, didn’t it? Spill, Rekha—what’d he do?”
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‎Mom - “Ok look, don't tell anyone but, He… he fucked me, okay? I didn’t want it… I was forced.”
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‎Shalini - “Forced? Your pussy was dripping, bitch. Did he fuck your mouth too?”
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‎Mom - “Yes… he did… I’m so ashamed. It was all wrong.”
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‎Shalini - “Ashamed? There is nothing to be ashamed of. You are in the right path Rekha, enjoy your life. Let me ask, Did he try your asshole? Come on, tell me everything!”
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‎Mom - “He… he tried anal sex, but I couldn’t… it hurt too much. He forced his thing in my backhole but...I didn't feel comfortable. I wish I never met him”
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‎Shalini - “You fucking prude! Anal’s the best—you should’ve let him wreck your asshole! You could've felt a strange but fantastic feeling ever”
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‎Mom - “No, Shalini! I’ve never done it… and I won’t, not with Amit home. My husband Amit came so I want to forget Manoj forever”
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‎Shalini - “Amit? Fuck your family, Rekha. You’re a slut—own that shit! Even if you pretend to be a good mother to Sanjay, you will never wipe the sluttiness and the fact that you committed a sin with another man while your husband was away.”
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‎Mom - “Stop! Stop saying those words Shalini. I want a good family… I can’t live like you do.”
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‎Shalini - “Family’s a lie. Tell me more. Did Manoj did anything bizzare to your body?”
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‎Mom - “He… gave me something, I heard him calling it a butt plug. I don’t understand it… it’s still… inside me.”
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‎Shalini - “A butt plug?! Damn, Rekha! That’s to stretch your asshole for his cock! Butt plugs are used for when you have never been fucked in the ass”
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‎Mom - “Stretch? No… I’ll never let him… I’m trying to be pure.”
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‎Shalini - “Pure? Did you enjoy his cock, Rekha? Be honest, slut.”
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‎Mom - “I… my body… liked it a little. But I hated it, Shalini. There are moments where he gave it to me really good but honestly I feel bad”
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‎Shalini - “Come on Rekha, every woman ought to feel good. Besides, no one knows, only me, you and Manoj. Tell me what’d you love? His big dick stretching you?”
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‎Mom - “It… it was intense… his cock was so big, it… filled me. But I felt filthy. He fucked me so hard until I lost myself”
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‎Shalini - “You’re a fucking slut, Rekha, loving every inch of that cock! I knew you were just religious outside but a slut and a whore inside, heheeheh”
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‎Mom - “No! I’m blessed… Actually, I forgot to tell you that Sanjay and I went to a pandit to cleanse myself.”
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‎Shalini - “A pandit? Bet he was hard for your tits—your body’s cock-bait, Rekha! No man can resist your body, not even the closest religious person in the world”
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‎Mom - “No, Panditji was holy… he oiled my chest, purified me… I think I am clean now”
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‎Shalini - “Oiled your chest? He was stroking to your boobs, you naive bitch! Don't think he was giving you cleansing ritual, he was giving you rubbing boobs ritual”
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‎Mom - “Stop… Shalini, honestly, after what I did, I feel so dirty… I can’t even look at my husband Amit in the eyes…”
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‎Shalini - “Dirty’s the best, Rekha! It means you’re free. Fuck more, feel more! You are not tied to Amit for the rest of your life. You now have Manoj who can pound your holes the right way while Amit is far away or even close”
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‎Mom - “Pound my ho??? I… I don’t know… I want to be good, but… it’s so hard…I will try my best”
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‎Shalini - “Good’s bullshit. Tell me more. Did you suck Manoj’s cock? Swallow his cum?”
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‎Mom - “Yes… he made me… it was disgusting, but I did it.”
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‎Shalini - “Disgusting? Bet you loved his cum—how’d it taste, slut?”
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‎Mom - “It… it was thick, bitter. I hated it, Shalini. But I felt really bad. I have always trained myself to be faithful but I don't know why I took this filthy road.”
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‎Shalini - “Nothing is filthy. You’re a cum-slut, Rekha! You’re hooked, admit it! You are officially his slut once he fucks your asshole”
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‎Mom - “No… I’m trying to love or be with Manoj… I want to be Amit’s wife and Sanjay’s mom.”
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‎Shalini - “Wife? Mom? You’re a whore, Rekha—your pussy’s begging for cock.”
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‎Mom’s transitions were smooth, flowing from defending her family to confessing her shame, then grappling with Shalini’s evil philosophy.
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‎She lingered on each topic—her guilt over Manoj, her fear for her family, her body’s betrayal—her voice heavy with conflict, never abrupt. Shalini’s words were a venomous lure, and Mom was caught, half-believing but fighting to stay good.
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‎The next day, Dad came home from work, his face weary but warm. I felt a deep sorrow for him, my heart breaking—he didn’t know his wife was tainted by Manoj’s cock, Ganesh’s cum, Shalini’s evil.
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‎I wanted to tell him, to save him from her lies, but fear of divorce stopped me. It’d destroy Mom, shatter our family, leave me alone. That night, Mom went to Dad in their room, her voice trembling as she sat on the bed, her saree slipping to reveal her navel, a faint bruise from Manoj’s grip visible on her hip.
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‎Mom - “Amit, I… I need to apologize. For… for anything I’ve done wrong.”
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‎Dad - “Rekha? What’s going on? Why’re you saying this?”
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‎Mom - “I… I feel I’ve hurt you, Amit. Please, forgive me if I’ve been bad.”
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‎Dad - “Bad? Rekha, you’re my wife—you haven’t hurt me. What’s wrong?”
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‎Mom - “I’ve… I’ve done so many wrong things. I’m so sorry, I feel awful.”
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‎Dad - “Wrong things? Like what? You’re scaring me, Rekha—talk to me.”
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‎Mom - “I… I can’t say it… just… please, say you forgive me, Amit.”
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‎Dad - “Okay, I forgive you. Whatever it is, I love you. You don’t need to explain.”
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‎Mom - “Thank you… I don’t deserve you… I’m trying to be better, I swear. I am trying to be a good wife to you, not some....uuhh...”
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‎Dad - “Rekha, you’re perfect to me. What’s got you so upset?”
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‎Mom - “I… I just feel guilty. I want to be the wife you deserve. Not a bad wife or a bad mom to Sanjay”
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‎Dad’s confusion cut me; he trusted her blindly, unaware of Manoj, the anal sex attempt, the plug. He sniffed the air, frowning. After few hours later.
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‎Dad - “Rekha, why’s the room smell so… odd? It’s musky, not like usual.”
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‎Mom - “Oh! It’s… just some new candles I tried. Nothing else, I promise.”
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‎Dad - “Candles? Smells stronger, like… something else. You sure?”
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‎Mom - “Yes, just candles… and maybe… some old laundry. I’ll air it out.”
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‎Mom - “I… I’ll clean everything tomorrow, Amit. Don’t worry.”
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‎Her lie was shaky, her face flushed—she knew it was Manoj’s scent, his sweat and cum lingering. .
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‎Mom's adulterous last night with Manoj left a lingering filthy smell in the bedroom and dad didn't even realize it. He didn't even realize that some cum were left on the walls.
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‎Her phone rang, buzzing loudly, “Manoj” flashing. She grabbed it, panicking, and answered in a hushed voice, stepping away
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‎Dad - “Who’s that, Rekha? It’s late for calls.”
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‎Mom - “It’s… a friend, Amit. Shalini’s cousin, you know him.”
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‎Dad - “Her cousin? What’s he want at this hour?”
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‎Mom - “Just… asking about a family event. It’s nothing, really.”
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‎Dad - “A family event? Sounds odd. He calls a lot, doesn’t he?”
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‎Mom - “Not really… it’s just… a one-off. I’ll handle it, Amit.”
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‎Dad nodded, but his eyes lingered, puzzled by her nerves.
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‎I seethed—Manoj was a shadow, haunting her even with Dad home. The next morning, Dad was leaving for work when he spotted a torn bra and satin dress in the laundry basket, ripped at the straps and hem. He held them up, confused.
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‎Dad - “Rekha, what’s this? Your bra and dress are torn to pieces.”
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‎Mom - “Oh… Amit, I… I didn’t notice. Must’ve… gotten caught somewhere.”
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‎Dad - “Caught? These are shredded, Rekha. How’d this happen?”
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‎Mom - “I… I was trying them on, and… they just tore. Silly accident.”
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‎Dad - “An accident? Looks like more than that. You okay, Rekha?”
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‎Mom - “Yes, I’m fine! Just… clumsy. I’ll get rid of them, don’t worry.”
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‎Dad - “Alright… it seems strange. Were you trying them on for something special?”
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‎Mom - “No, no… just… checking if they fit. I’ll be more careful.”
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‎Dad - “Okay… just let me know if something’s up, Rekha. I’m here.”
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