Adultery Whispers of Lust: My Mom's Forbidden Path

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The morning air was thick with unspoken sins as Dad left for work, his briefcase swinging, oblivious to the filth staining our home. Mom—Rekha—stood by the window, her face pale, guilt carved into her eyes. She’d hidden everything from Dad: Manoj’s violation of her body, the butt plug in her asshole, Ganesh’s cum on her back. 

Her heart churned with shame, and she swore to herself, clutching her saree, never to meet Manoj again, to reclaim her purity as Amit’s wife and my mom. But her sins clung like a shadow, heavy and unyielding.

I watched her shuffle to the bathroom, the butt plug still in her asshole, her steps gingerly, each movement a reminder of Manoj’s perversion. Her saree—a soft pink with gold embroidery—clung to her curves, outlining her big boobs and fat ass, her navel a sensual dip above the low waist. 

She closed the bathroom door, but it didn’t latch, leaving a sliver I couldn’t resist. I peeked, my heart pounding, and saw her stand, lifting one leg, her toe pointed delicately. With one hand, she spread her asscheeks, her plump, jiggly flesh parting to reveal her tight, pink asshole, stretched around the plug’s base. Her other hand gripped the plug, pulling slowly, her face twisting with pain and relief






The plug came out bit by bit, her asshole stretching painfully, the rim widening as the widest part emerged, slick with her body’s natural lube. She gasped, her boobs heaving, and with a final tug, it popped free, her asshole clenching shut, red and slightly puckered. 

She held the plug, glistening and warm, gazing at it with a mix of disgust and fascination, her fingers tracing its curves. Then, to my horror, she brought it closer, sniffing it, her nose wrinkling at the musky, earthy scent. Her eyes widened, shocked by her own curiosity, and she shook her head, muttering to herself.

Mom - “Manoj, you filthy monster… how could you drag me into this?”

Mom - “I was pure… a wife, a mother… you turned me into a sinner.”

Mom - “This… this thing… you’ve ruined me, Manoj.”

I felt sick, my stomach churning—why was she smelling it? The plug, lodged in her asshole all night while Dad slept beside her, was a disgusting mark of Manoj’s lust. 

I couldn’t believe she’d slept with it inside, her holy body corrupted as Dad lay unaware, his wife tainted by another man. It felt suspicious, like she wasn’t entirely innocent—maybe she’d tolerated it more than she admitted. Poor Dad, so trusting, not knowing his wife carried Manoj’s filth in her most private place, a betrayal that tore at my heart.

Mom set the plug on the sink, her hands trembling, and stepped into the shower. Water cascaded over her curvy body, her big boobs glistening, nipples hard under the stream, her fat ass jiggling as she turned, her navel catching droplets like a jewel. I cursed myself for gazing, my eyes tracing her holy body—once pure, now Manoj’s prize.

Dad’s prize, her curves a treasure, had been stolen by that bastard, who’d fucked her pussy, tried her asshole, and made her swallow his cum. I hated myself for looking, but her body was magnetic, a sinful lure I couldn’t resist.

She emerged, wrapping a towel around her, her skin glowing, and later that evening, she was in the kitchen, cooking dinner to impress Dad, perhaps to reconnect with him intimately to erase Manoj’s touch. 

She wore a sexy red saree, low-cut to reveal her boobs’ cleavage, the fabric hugging her ass, her navel exposed, a deliberate seduction for Dad. Her hair was loose, framing her face, and she hummed softly, stirring curry, the aroma mixing with her perfume. 

But her phone buzzed relentlessly, a sharp chime she’d set for Manoj. She blocked the first few calls, her jaw tight, but after the tenth, she sighed and answered, her voice low and fierce.

Manoj - “Hey, slut! Miss my cock yet?”

Mom - “Manoj, stop it! I’m done with you—don’t call me that!”

Manoj - “Done? Bullshit, Rekha. You’re still thinking about my cock.”

Mom - “No, I’m not! My husband’s around—I’m his wife, not your… your toy.”

Manoj - “Your husband? Amit’s a fucking loser—can’t fuck you like I do.”

Mom - “Don’t you dare talk about Amit! He’s a good man, better than you!”

Manoj - “Good? I ain’t scared of him, Rekha. I’ll fuck you right under his nose.”

Mom - “I’m religious, Manoj—a wife, a mother to Sanjay. You ruined me!”

Manoj - “Ruined? You loved my cock in your pussy, swallowing my cum like a slut.”

Mom - “I hated it! You forced me… I’m not that woman.”

Manoj - “Forced? Your moans said otherwise. I’m coming tonight, Rekha.”

Mom - “No! I won’t open the door—you’re not welcome here!”

Manoj - “I’ll get in, slut. Bet your asshole’s ready for my cock now.”

Mom - “I removed the butt plug, Manoj—I threw it away. I’m done with your filth!”

Manoj - “Threw it? Fuck, Rekha, I haven’t fucked your asshole yet—it’s mine.”

Mom - “Never! I’ll never let you… it’s wrong, disgusting!”

Manoj - “Disgusting? You’ll beg for my cock in your asshole, watch.”

Mom - “Enough, Manoj! Leave me alone!”

She hung up, her face flushed with anger, her hands gripping the counter, a ladle clattering to the floor, curry splashing faintly. I sensed her fury from the sitting room and entered the kitchen, my voice cautious.

Me - “Mom, why’re you so angry? Was that Manoj?”

Mom - “Sanjay! Go back to the sitting room—stop asking nonsense!”

Me - “But, Mom, you’re shouting… what’s wrong?”

Mom - “I said go! Leave me alone, Sanjay—please!”

I ran back, my heart pounding. I understood her anger—Manoj’s calls, his threats, were dragging her back to sin. Her outburst hurt, but she was trapped, fighting to protect her family. At 7 p.m., a knock came at the door, sharp and sudden. 

Mom, thinking it was Dad, hummed happily, smoothing her saree, and ran to open it, singing softly. She swung the door wide, but no one was there. She stepped out, looking around, the street dim with dusk, a neighbor’s dog barking faintly, a streetlamp flickering. 

Then Manoj appeared from the shadows, grabbing her arm and dragging her inside, locking the door with a click.

Mom - “Manoj?! Where did you come from? How are you here?”

Manoj - “Don’t worry about that, Rekha. I’m here for your ass.”

Mom - “No! You can’t just… barge in! Amit could be home any minute!”

Manoj - “Amit? Fuck him. I’ll take what’s mine, right now.”

Mom - “Stop it, Manoj! This is my home—get out!”

He kissed her hard, his lips crushing hers, his hands pressing her fat ass, squeezing through the saree. He whispered, “Cleaned your asshole for me, slut?” Mom stiffened, then saw me in the sitting room and pushed him back, her voice a frantic whisper.

Mom - “Manoj, stop! Sanjay’s here—he’s watching us! Please I don't want my son to watch this”

Manoj - “The kid? Shit, didn’t see him there.”

Mom - “Please, Manoj… go. He can’t know what’s happening.”

Manoj turned to me, his grin wide and shameless, his arm still around Mom’s waist.

Manoj - “Hey, kid! Just here to give your mom a massage—gonna rub her down real good.”

Mom - “Sanjay, it’s… just a massage, baby. To help me relax. Just like the other night ok? Don’t worry.”

Me - “A massage? Like last time? Why’s Manoj here again, Mom?”

Mom - “It’s… just to help with my stress, Sanjay. It’s nothing important.”

Manoj - “Nothing important? I’m gonna work her whole body, kid—her back, her ass, every inch.”

Me - “Her… ass? Mom, what does he mean by ‘ass’?”

I knew what “ass” meant—I’d heard it before, knew it was her backside, like “pussy” meant something private—but I asked to see how she’d lie, to test her. Her eyes widened, her cheeks flushing, and she fumbled for words, keeping her innocent act.

Mom - “Sanjay, it’s… just a word for… part of the body, like the back. He means my back, that’s all.”

Manoj - “Her back? Nah, kid, I’m gonna make her ass feel so good, she’ll be moaning loud.”

Me - “Moaning? Mom, why would you moan? Are you sick or something?”

Mom - “No, baby, I’m not sick. Manoj’s… joking. It’s just a normal massage.”

Manoj - “Joking? I’m gonna have her screaming, kid—just like last time. I am going to use her ass so hard”

Me - “Screaming? Mom, is this safe? Why’s he talking so weird?”

Mom - “Sanjay, please! It’s fine, he’s… exaggerating. Just go play, okay?”

Me - “But, Mom, why’s it always Manoj? Can’t Dad massage you?”

Mom - “Sanjay, enough questions. It’s… just a favor. Don’t worry about it.”

Manoj - “A favor? I’m gonna rub her till she melts, kid—her ass is gonna love it.”

Mom’s cheeks burned red, her eyes blazing at Manoj’s audacity, but she kept her innocent act, her voice soft to shield me. My stomach twisted—her lie about “ass” was weak, confirming she was hiding something. 

Manoj’s words—“ass,” “moaning,” “screaming”—made it clear this wasn’t a massage, and her vague answers only deepened my suspicion. She whispered to Manoj, her voice desperate.

Mom - “Manoj, let go of me—Sanjay’s watching. Please, stop this.”

Manoj - “Fine, Rekha. But we’re not done.”

He released her, and Mom turned to me, her face forced into a calm smile.

Mom - “Sanjay, I’m… getting a massage to relax. I’m sorry for shouting earlier, baby.”

Mom - “Please, tell me when Dad comes home, okay? And… don’t tell dad Manoj’s here.”

Me - “Okay, Mom… I won’t tell Dad. But why’s it a secret?”

Mom - “It’s not a secret, baby… Dad’s just tired, and I don’t want to bother him.”

I was shocked—tonight, Dad might find out, catch his wife with Manoj. Anger surged; Mom was trapped, unable to resist openly or I’d think she was in danger, but she was doing something wrong, dragging me into her lies. 

Manoj’s brazen words made it clear he planned to do bad things, and Mom’s lie about “ass” proved she was covering up. She led the way to the bedroom, her fat ass jiggling under the saree, each step a hypnotic sway. 

Manoj licked his lips, his eyes hungry, and I cursed myself—I knew enough about sex to know Mom was sinning, but a shameful part of me wanted to see what Manoj would do, to watch her body in ways I shouldn’t. 

Manoj looked back, winking at me, and I smiled, confused, my stomach twisting. Then he slapped her ass, a loud crack, her cheeks rippling, and she shouted, her voice sharp.

Mom - “Manoj! Stop it—Sanjay’s right there!”

Manoj - “Kid’s seen us before, Rekha. He knows I’m gonna make you scream.”

Mom - “No! He doesn’t… please, Manoj, not in front of him.”

Manoj - “Fuck, Rekha, your body’s begging for it. He’s fine—let’s go.”

Mom - “Manoj, I’m begging you… don’t say that. He’s my son.”

They disappeared into the bedroom, the door locking with a click. My innocent body reacted, a shameful twitch in my pants, and I ran to the door, pressing my eye to the keyhole, cursing myself for my curiosity, my anger mixing with a sick desire to see Mom’s holy body defiled again

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Manoj looked back, winking at me, and I smiled, confused, my stomach twisting. Then he slapped her ass, a loud crack, her cheeks rippling, and she shouted, her voice sharp.

Mom - “Manoj! Stop it—Sanjay’s right there!”
Manoj - “Kid’s seen us before, Rekha. He knows I’m gonna make you scream.”
Mom - “No! He doesn’t… please, Manoj, not in front of him.”
Manoj - “Fuck, Rekha, your body’s begging for it. He’s fine—let’s go.”
Mom - “Manoj, I’m begging you… don’t say that. He’s my son.”

Son wants to see mom defiled. Mom cant do much except put up a weak resistance.
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[Rajeev Gupta]

The bedroom door clicked shut, locking Mom—Rekha—and Manoj inside, but the keyhole offered me a shameful view. My heart pounded, anger and curiosity warring within me. 

Mom’s red satin dress hugged her curves, her big boobs straining the fabric, her fat ass a hypnotic swell. She’d worn it to seduce Dad, to erase Manoj’s touch, but now she was trapped with him, her holy body at his mercy. 

I pressed my eye to the keyhole, cursing myself, knowing that I am doing a sin myself for watching my mom with another man instead of calling my dad and telling him that his wife is a brand new slut.

Manoj grabbed Mom, bending her over while she stood, her hands gripping the bed’s edge. He raised her satin dress, the fabric sliding up her thighs, revealing her bare ass—no panties. 





My breath caught; my mom didn't wear any panties, it was understandable because she wanted to have sex with my dad later that night. But now Manoj saw, his grin widening, and I thought of Shalini’s words when she told my mom that “All women are sluts inside.” 

Mom’s choice of not to wear panties, her sexy dress—made me wonder if Shalini was right. 

Was Mom a slut deep down, hiding behind her holy facade? Was my mom an actual whore who was just religious outside? Shalini’s voice echoed in my mind, and I saw it: Mom’s eagerness to please Dad, her secret with Manoj, her body’s betrayal. 

She wasn’t just a victim—she was complicit, her inner filth surfacing, just as Shalini predicted.

Manoj - “Fuck, Rekha, no panties? You’re a fucking whore, just like I knew.”


Mom - “No, Manoj! I’m holy, a wife—I wore this for Amit, not you!”

Manoj - “For Amit? Bullshit you are lying. Your bare asshole is screaming for my cock.”

Mom - “Stop it! I’m not a whore—I’m religious, a mother to Sanjay! A good faithful woman”

Manoj - “Your fat ass is naked under this dress—whore behavior, Rekha.”

Mom - “I swear, it’s for my husband! I’m pure, Manoj—don’t say that!”

Manoj laughed, his hands massaging her fat ass, squeezing the jiggly flesh, his fingers digging in, making her cheeks ripple. Her ass was plump, a perfect curve, and he kneaded it like dough, his eyes hungry, her dress bunched at her waist.



Manoj - “This ass, Rekha—so fucking fat. Bet it’s starving for cock.”

Mom - “Manoj, please… don’t talk like that. It’s wrong, filthy!”

Manoj - “Shut up bitch! Your ass is a fucking feast. Why hasn’t Amit fucked this asshole?”

Mom - “Stop! Amit’s my husband—he respects me. Let me go, please!”

Manoj - “He is an idiot, he doesn't respect you at all. If he did, he would've fucked your asshole. He’s missing out—this ass was made to be fucked.”

He parted her asscheeks, spreading them wide, her pink asshole winking, still slightly red from the butt plug. A musky scent hit him, earthy and raw, and he inhaled deeply, his face twisting with lust.

Manoj - “Fuck, Rekha, that smell—your asshole’s begging for my tongue.”

Mom - “No, Manoj! Stop it—Amit could come home any minute! Please don't ruin my marriage”

Manoj - “What’s that smell of your asshole, slut? Your ass is ripe, like it’s been waiting.”

Mom - “What smell? I… I don’t know what you mean!”

Manoj - “Don’t play dumb. When I spread your cheeks, your asshole let out that dirty scent—pure slut.”

Mom - “I don’t know! Please, Manoj, stop this—it’s disgusting!”

He buried his face between her asscheeks, his nose and mouth disappearing into the crevice, his head almost swallowed by her plump flesh. Mom gasped, her body tensing, her boobs heaving under the dress.



Mom - “Manoj, no! Don’t do that—it’s wrong, filthy! Stop putting your face there please”

Manoj - “Why not? Your asshole’s perfect—tastes like sin.”

Mom - “Please, it’s… shameful! Sanjay’s nearby, Amit’s coming!”

Manoj - “I’m gonna eat this ass till you scream, slut.”

He kept his face buried, his head vanishing between her cheeks, his tongue flicking out, lapping at her asshole. I watched, my stomach churning—it was disgusting, his face in her private place, the musky smell he’d mentioned making it worse. 

Why would he do that? It seemed vile, like he was smelling and sucking her in the worst way, and yet Mom wasn’t fighting hard enough, her pleas weak.


I saw his tongue press against her asshole, a wet, deliberate lick, and I gagged, sickness rising. It was beyond wrong—her holy body, Dad’s prize, reduced to this. Manoj pulled back, his lips glistening, and pointed to the bed.


Manoj - “Climb on the bed, Rekha. Bend over—ass up.”

Mom - “Manoj, no… please, I’m begging you. Amit could walk in! Why you not listening?”

Manoj - “Get on the fucking bed, slut. I’m not asking.”

She climbed onto the bed, her dress still bunched, and bent over, her fat ass raised. Manoj positioned himself behind her, his pants down, his cock hard, but he couldn’t reach her asshole properly. He growled, frustrated.


Manoj - “Spread your asscheeks, Rekha—open that hole for me.”

Mom - “No, Manoj! I won’t… it’s too much, please!”

He slapped her buttocks, a loud crack, her cheeks jiggling wildly, and she yelped, obeying, her hands spreading her asscheeks, her asshole exposed. His cock nudged closer, now aligned, and he noticed small hairs near her asshole, fine and dark.



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Manoj - “Fuck, Rekha, these little hairs—makes your asshole look even dirtier.”

Mom - “Manoj, that’s disgusting! Stop saying such things!”

Manoj - “It’s fucking hot—your slutty hole’s all natural.”

He leaned in, sucking her asshole, his lips sealing around it, his tongue probing, a wet slurping sound filling the room. Mom whimpered, her body trembling.

Mom - “Manoj, please… stop sucking there. It’s… wrong, shameful!”

Manoj - “Wrong? Your asshole’s dripping for me, slut—tastes like you love it.”

Mom - “No, I don’t! I’m begging you, stop this!”

He pulled back, wiping his mouth, and grabbed her shoulders, turning her to face him. Her eyes darted to the window, checking for Dad’s car, her face pale with fear. She was afraid if dad might came so that is why she was worried looking over the window.

Manoj - “Looking for Amit? He won’t save you—suck my cock, now.”

Mom - “Manoj, no… I can’t. Please, anything but this!”

Manoj - “Anything? Then get on your knees, slut—suck it.”

Mom - “I’m begging you… Amit’s coming, Sanjay’s here!”

Manoj - “Fuck them. Open your mouth, or I’ll make you.”

He grabbed her head, forcing her down, her knees hitting the floor. His cock pressed against her lips, and she resisted, but he pushed harder, her mouth opening, his shaft sliding in. She gagged, her eyes watering, as he thrust, his hands gripping her hair.

Manoj - “That’s it, Rekha—suck that cock like the whore you are.”

Mom - “Mmmph… Manoj, please… I’ll do anything, but don’t… don’t fuck my ass.”

Manoj - “Don’t fuck your ass? You are even using the word "fuck", huh? You’re begging for it, slut—look at you, choking on my dick.”

Mom - “No… I’m not… I hate this…”

Manoj - “Your mouth’s working my cock like a pro—fucking pathetic.”

I watched, my hand moving to my pants, gripping my dick, rubbing it for the first time seeing my own mother with another man. I cursed myself, shame flooding me, but a dark thrill kept me going—her holy body corrupted, her lips around his cock. 

I loved how Manoj talked to her, his filthy words—“slut,” “whore”—ringing true. Shalini was right: all women were the same, Mom included, her bare pussy and ass proving it. 

She deserved those words, her inner slut exposed, just as Shalini had said.

Manoj pulled out, his cock slick, and yanked her up, his voice harsh.'

Manoj - “Bend over again, Rekha—ass up, now.”

Mom - “No, Manoj! Please, I can’t… Amit will see, Sanjay’s here!”

She turned, her fat ass shaking, the cheeks quivering as she pleaded, her hands waving, her eyes darting to the door, then the window. She tried to pull her dress down, to step away, but Manoj grabbed her hips.

Mom - “Manoj, I’ll… I’ll do something else—please, not my ass!”

Manoj - “Shut up and spread your asscheeks, slut!”

She obeyed, her hands trembling, spreading her cheeks, her asshole winking. She looked like a real slut, her pose obscene, her fat ass offered up. I didn’t want to think it, but she was a whore, ready to be fucked, Shalini’s words burning in my mind. 

Manoj pushed forcefully, his cock’s tip entering her asshole, stretched from the butt plug. Mom shouted, her voice raw.

Mom - “AAHH! MANOJ, STOP!”

Manoj - “What’s wrong, slut? Too big for your tight ass?”

Mom - “IT HURTS! PLEASE, STOP!”

She moved away, her body shaking, and Manoj growled, frustrated.

Manoj - “Get back here, Rekha—don’t fucking run.”

Mom - “I… I’ll get some oil… it’ll help, but please, be gentle.”

Manoj - “Oil? Hurry the fuck up, slut.”

She stumbled to the shelf, grabbing Dad’s massage oil, her hands shaking. She poured it onto Manoj’s cock, rubbing it in, her fingers slick, and I froze, shocked—Mom was doing this herself, no force. 

Shalini was right; she was a slut, her actions betraying her holy claims.

Manoj - “Fuck, Rekha, oiling my cock? You’re a dirty whore, aren’t you?”

Mom - “No… I’m just… worried it’ll hurt. I don’t want this, Manoj.”

Manoj - “You’re prepping my dick like a pro—fucking slut.”

She applied oil to her anus, her finger circling, then set the bottle on the table and climbed onto the bed, bending over like a rehearsal, spreading her asscheeks. I was stunned—Mom was doing this willingly, her slutty nature undeniable.





Mom - “Manoj, please… just… don’t hurt me. I have never done anal sex please be gentle.”

Manoj - “Shut up bitch! Spread your asscheeks wider, slut—let’s do this.”

She spread her cheeks, and Manoj pushed again, his cock’s tip entering her asshole. Mom shouted, her voice piercing.

Mom - “AAHH! MANOJ, IT’S TOO MUCH! Ooh noo plea....ple...please.. aooooh noo oooohhhhh”

Manoj - “Fuck, Rekha, relax—your ass is tight as hell.”

Mom - “PLEASE, SLOW DOWN! Aaahhhh ooooooooooohhh aaaaaaaaaahhhh no Manoj! Manoj! Wait wait wait ooooooooooohhh ooohh aaahh no no Manoj manoj oooooohhhh”

She squirmed, her hands gripping the sheets, her body tensing, but she didn’t move away, enduring the pain. Her legs trembled, her boobs swayed, her face twisted, but she stayed, her asshole clenching around the tip. She whimpered, trying to adjust, her breaths ragged.

Mom - “Manoj… it hurts… please, go slow… gosh! ooohh Manoj oooohhh aahhhiii aahiiii aaiiiii nahi nahi ooohhh”

Manoj - “Alright, Rekha, easy now. Just breathe, let me in.”

Mom - “It’s… too big… I can’t…”

Manoj - “You can, Rekha. Your ass is perfect—let’s make this work.”


His tone softened, avoiding insults, coaxing her gently as he pushed, the tip lodged in her asshole, her body struggling but holding firm, caught between pain and surrender.


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


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The bedroom door clicked shut, locking Mom—Rekha—and Manoj inside, but the keyhole offered me a shameful view. My heart pounded, anger and curiosity warring within me. 

Mom’s red satin dress hugged her curves, her big boobs straining the fabric, her fat ass a hypnotic swell. She’d worn it to seduce Dad, to erase Manoj’s touch, but now she was trapped with him, her holy body at his mercy. 

I pressed my eye to the keyhole, cursing myself, knowing that I am doing a sin myself for watching my mom with another man instead of calling my dad and telling him that his wife is a brand new slut.

Manoj grabbed Mom, bending her over while she stood, her hands gripping the bed’s edge. He raised her satin dress, the fabric sliding up her thighs, revealing her bare ass—no panties. 





My breath caught; my mom didn't wear any panties, it was understandable because she wanted to have sex with my dad later that night. But now Manoj saw, his grin widening, and I thought of Shalini’s words when she told my mom that “All women are sluts inside.” 

Mom’s choice of not to wear panties, her sexy dress—made me wonder if Shalini was right. 

Was Mom a slut deep down, hiding behind her holy facade? Was my mom an actual whore who was just religious outside? Shalini’s voice echoed in my mind, and I saw it: Mom’s eagerness to please Dad, her secret with Manoj, her body’s betrayal. 

She wasn’t just a victim—she was complicit, her inner filth surfacing, just as Shalini predicted.

Manoj - “Fuck, Rekha, no panties? You’re a fucking whore, just like I knew.”


Mom - “No, Manoj! I’m holy, a wife—I wore this for Amit, not you!”

Manoj - “For Amit? Bullshit you are lying. Your bare asshole is screaming for my cock.”

Mom - “Stop it! I’m not a whore—I’m religious, a mother to Sanjay! A good faithful woman”

Manoj - “Your fat ass is naked under this dress—whore behavior, Rekha.”

Mom - “I swear, it’s for my husband! I’m pure, Manoj—don’t say that!”

Manoj laughed, his hands massaging her fat ass, squeezing the jiggly flesh, his fingers digging in, making her cheeks ripple. Her ass was plump, a perfect curve, and he kneaded it like dough, his eyes hungry, her dress bunched at her waist.



Manoj - “This ass, Rekha—so fucking fat. Bet it’s starving for cock.”

Mom - “Manoj, please… don’t talk like that. It’s wrong, filthy!”

Manoj - “Shut up bitch! Your ass is a fucking feast. Why hasn’t Amit fucked this asshole?”

Mom - “Stop! Amit’s my husband—he respects me. Let me go, please!”

Manoj - “He is an idiot, he doesn't respect you at all. If he did, he would've fucked your asshole. He’s missing out—this ass was made to be fucked.”

He parted her asscheeks, spreading them wide, her pink asshole winking, still slightly red from the butt plug. A musky scent hit him, earthy and raw, and he inhaled deeply, his face twisting with lust.

Manoj - “Fuck, Rekha, that smell—your asshole’s begging for my tongue.”

Mom - “No, Manoj! Stop it—Amit could come home any minute! Please don't ruin my marriage”

Manoj - “What’s that smell of your asshole, slut? Your ass is ripe, like it’s been waiting.”

Mom - “What smell? I… I don’t know what you mean!”

Manoj - “Don’t play dumb. When I spread your cheeks, your asshole let out that dirty scent—pure slut.”

Mom - “I don’t know! Please, Manoj, stop this—it’s disgusting!”

He buried his face between her asscheeks, his nose and mouth disappearing into the crevice, his head almost swallowed by her plump flesh. Mom gasped, her body tensing, her boobs heaving under the dress.



Mom - “Manoj, no! Don’t do that—it’s wrong, filthy! Stop putting your face there please”

Manoj - “Why not? Your asshole’s perfect—tastes like sin.”

Mom - “Please, it’s… shameful! Sanjay’s nearby, Amit’s coming!”

Manoj - “I’m gonna eat this ass till you scream, slut.”

He kept his face buried, his head vanishing between her cheeks, his tongue flicking out, lapping at her asshole. I watched, my stomach churning—it was disgusting, his face in her private place, the musky smell he’d mentioned making it worse. 

Why would he do that? It seemed vile, like he was smelling and sucking her in the worst way, and yet Mom wasn’t fighting hard enough, her pleas weak.


I saw his tongue press against her asshole, a wet, deliberate lick, and I gagged, sickness rising. It was beyond wrong—her holy body, Dad’s prize, reduced to this. Manoj pulled back, his lips glistening, and pointed to the bed.


Manoj - “Climb on the bed, Rekha. Bend over—ass up.”

Mom - “Manoj, no… please, I’m begging you. Amit could walk in! Why you not listening?”

Manoj - “Get on the fucking bed, slut. I’m not asking.”

She climbed onto the bed, her dress still bunched, and bent over, her fat ass raised. Manoj positioned himself behind her, his pants down, his cock hard, but he couldn’t reach her asshole properly. He growled, frustrated.


Manoj - “Spread your asscheeks, Rekha—open that hole for me.”

Mom - “No, Manoj! I won’t… it’s too much, please!”

He slapped her buttocks, a loud crack, her cheeks jiggling wildly, and she yelped, obeying, her hands spreading her asscheeks, her asshole exposed. His cock nudged closer, now aligned, and he noticed small hairs near her asshole, fine and dark.



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Manoj - “Fuck, Rekha, these little hairs—makes your asshole look even dirtier.”

Mom - “Manoj, that’s disgusting! Stop saying such things!”

Manoj - “It’s fucking hot—your slutty hole’s all natural.”

He leaned in, sucking her asshole, his lips sealing around it, his tongue probing, a wet slurping sound filling the room. Mom whimpered, her body trembling.

Mom - “Manoj, please… stop sucking there. It’s… wrong, shameful!”

Manoj - “Wrong? Your asshole’s dripping for me, slut—tastes like you love it.”

Mom - “No, I don’t! I’m begging you, stop this!”

He pulled back, wiping his mouth, and grabbed her shoulders, turning her to face him. Her eyes darted to the window, checking for Dad’s car, her face pale with fear. She was afraid if dad might came so that is why she was worried looking over the window.

Manoj - “Looking for Amit? He won’t save you—suck my cock, now.”

Mom - “Manoj, no… I can’t. Please, anything but this!”

Manoj - “Anything? Then get on your knees, slut—suck it.”

Mom - “I’m begging you… Amit’s coming, Sanjay’s here!”

Manoj - “Fuck them. Open your mouth, or I’ll make you.”

He grabbed her head, forcing her down, her knees hitting the floor. His cock pressed against her lips, and she resisted, but he pushed harder, her mouth opening, his shaft sliding in. She gagged, her eyes watering, as he thrust, his hands gripping her hair.

Manoj - “That’s it, Rekha—suck that cock like the whore you are.”

Mom - “Mmmph… Manoj, please… I’ll do anything, but don’t… don’t fuck my ass.”

Manoj - “Don’t fuck your ass? You are even using the word "fuck", huh? You’re begging for it, slut—look at you, choking on my dick.”

Mom - “No… I’m not… I hate this…”

Manoj - “Your mouth’s working my cock like a pro—fucking pathetic.”

I watched, my hand moving to my pants, gripping my dick, rubbing it for the first time seeing my own mother with another man. I cursed myself, shame flooding me, but a dark thrill kept me going—her holy body corrupted, her lips around his cock. 

I loved how Manoj talked to her, his filthy words—“slut,” “whore”—ringing true. Shalini was right: all women were the same, Mom included, her bare pussy and ass proving it. 

She deserved those words, her inner slut exposed, just as Shalini had said.

Manoj pulled out, his cock slick, and yanked her up, his voice harsh.'

Manoj - “Bend over again, Rekha—ass up, now.”

Mom - “No, Manoj! Please, I can’t… Amit will see, Sanjay’s here!”

She turned, her fat ass shaking, the cheeks quivering as she pleaded, her hands waving, her eyes darting to the door, then the window. She tried to pull her dress down, to step away, but Manoj grabbed her hips.

Mom - “Manoj, I’ll… I’ll do something else—please, not my ass!”

Manoj - “Shut up and spread your asscheeks, slut!”

She obeyed, her hands trembling, spreading her cheeks, her asshole winking. She looked like a real slut, her pose obscene, her fat ass offered up. I didn’t want to think it, but she was a whore, ready to be fucked, Shalini’s words burning in my mind. 

Manoj pushed forcefully, his cock’s tip entering her asshole, stretched from the butt plug. Mom shouted, her voice raw.

Mom - “AAHH! MANOJ, STOP!”

Manoj - “What’s wrong, slut? Too big for your tight ass?”

Mom - “IT HURTS! PLEASE, STOP!”

She moved away, her body shaking, and Manoj growled, frustrated.

Manoj - “Get back here, Rekha—don’t fucking run.”

Mom - “I… I’ll get some oil… it’ll help, but please, be gentle.”

Manoj - “Oil? Hurry the fuck up, slut.”

She stumbled to the shelf, grabbing Dad’s massage oil, her hands shaking. She poured it onto Manoj’s cock, rubbing it in, her fingers slick, and I froze, shocked—Mom was doing this herself, no force. 

Shalini was right; she was a slut, her actions betraying her holy claims.

Manoj - “Fuck, Rekha, oiling my cock? You’re a dirty whore, aren’t you?”

Mom - “No… I’m just… worried it’ll hurt. I don’t want this, Manoj.”

Manoj - “You’re prepping my dick like a pro—fucking slut.”

She applied oil to her anus, her finger circling, then set the bottle on the table and climbed onto the bed, bending over like a rehearsal, spreading her asscheeks. I was stunned—Mom was doing this willingly, her slutty nature undeniable.





Mom - “Manoj, please… just… don’t hurt me. I have never done anal sex please be gentle.”

Manoj - “Shut up bitch! Spread your asscheeks wider, slut—let’s do this.”

She spread her cheeks, and Manoj pushed again, his cock’s tip entering her asshole. Mom shouted, her voice piercing.

Mom - “AAHH! MANOJ, IT’S TOO MUCH! Ooh noo plea....ple...please.. aooooh noo oooohhhhh”

Manoj - “Fuck, Rekha, relax—your ass is tight as hell.”

Mom - “PLEASE, SLOW DOWN! Aaahhhh ooooooooooohhh aaaaaaaaaahhhh no Manoj! Manoj! Wait wait wait ooooooooooohhh ooohh aaahh no no Manoj manoj oooooohhhh”

She squirmed, her hands gripping the sheets, her body tensing, but she didn’t move away, enduring the pain. Her legs trembled, her boobs swayed, her face twisted, but she stayed, her asshole clenching around the tip. She whimpered, trying to adjust, her breaths ragged.

Mom - “Manoj… it hurts… please, go slow… gosh! ooohh Manoj oooohhh aahhhiii aahiiii aaiiiii nahi nahi ooohhh”

Manoj - “Alright, Rekha, easy now. Just breathe, let me in.”

Mom - “It’s… too big… I can’t…”

Manoj - “You can, Rekha. Your ass is perfect—let’s make this work.”


His tone softened, avoiding insults, coaxing her gently as he pushed, the tip lodged in her asshole, her body struggling but holding firm, caught between pain and surrender.


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


Guys so far what do you think? Which parts enticed you so much?

Very good rekha ......mast ghodi banti h ye manoj kya iski to koi bi sawari karega

[aravindkkumar08]

Author story so far ok. But need to compare with your old story mom and vikram. The spicy erotic scene missing here compare to your old story. Why can't you make scene from lovemaking not direct to f**k

[veenaimo]

Excellent story, all the while mom defending her pride at the same time doing all slutty things , words say something, but actions clearly say what a slut she is.

[RANA ROY]

Awesome...............

[Rajeev Gupta]

Author story so far ok. But need to compare with your old story mom and vikram. The spicy erotic scene missing here compare to your old story. Why can't you make scene from lovemaking not direct to f**k

I will try add later, here Manoj is a pervert not a romantic guy.  But let us see what will happen in the coming hot updates.

[Rajeev Gupta]

Excellent story, all the while mom defending her pride at the same time doing all slutty things , words say something, but actions clearly say what a slut she is.

Absolutely! A silent slut!

[aravindkkumar08]

Instead of dialogue in sentence why don't you try to put a scene in a para.look like drama instead of story. This is my observation.

[Rajeev Gupta]

Instead of dialogue in sentence why don't you try to put a scene in a para.look like drama instead of story. This is my observation.

I will definitely try to do it in the next update. I just wanted to mix descriptions with dialogue to craft a more balanced theme and look. I didn't want to overwhelm it with lots of descriptions because the story will lack depth.

However, stay tuned for the next hot and spicy update to see if my dad will find out if my mom was in the room with Manoj. ??

[Rajeev Gupta]

Mom’s scream echoed in the bedroom, her body trembling as Manoj’s cock’s tip lodged in her asshole, stretched from the butt plug she’d worn earlier. 

Her hands spread her fat asscheeks, her red satin dress bunched at her waist, her bare pussy and ass exposed—she’d skipped panties to seduce Dad, not this. I watched through the keyhole, my heart pounding, anger and shameful curiosity warring within me. However I was not angry with my mom.







I was just angry that my dad didn't satisfy my mom because if my dad satisfied my mom, then my mom would not act filthy and sluttily like this.

Shalini’s words—“All women are sluts inside”—burned in my mind, and Mom’s actions, oiling Manoj’s cock herself, spreading her cheeks, made me believe it. I know believed that all women are sluts. There is no woman who is pure. They are pure until they get a huge cock which turns them into whores.

She wasn’t the pious mother I knew; she was a slut, her holy facade crumbling, just as Shalini had predicted.

Manoj pushed gently, his face softening, his voice turning romantic to coax her, no trace of his earlier filth. His hands caressed her ass, soothing her as she whimpered, her asshole clenching around his tip. 



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I couldn’t believe his cock was fitting—her asshole looked too tight, the rim stretched impossibly wide, a faint sheen of oil glistening.

Manoj - “Rekha, my darling, relax for me. Your body’s so beautiful, let it open up. I’ll go slow, make it feel right.”

Mom - “AAHH! MANOJ, IT’S TOO MUCH! I can’t… it hurts so bad! Please, slow down, I’m trying! I am trying my best! I have never done anal please ooohhh goosshh oooh ooo Manooojj”

Manoj - “You’re doing amazing, sweetheart. Just breathe with me, let your body ease into it. I’m here, taking care of you.”


I didn't understand why Manoj all of a sudden started speaking romantically. Why didn't he tell her to shut up and call her words like slut and whore? Why was he romanticizing with her now?

Mom twisted, her legs shaking, her hands gripping the sheets, her boobs swaying under the dress. 

She bit her lip, her face contorted in pain, sweat beading on her forehead, her body jerking slightly with each push. Her toes curled, and she gasped, trying to adjust, her asshole resisting but yielding. Clearly anal sex was not my mom's cup of tea. Anal sex was something she was not ready to do.



Mom - “AAHH! MANOJ, PLEASE! IT’S BURNING! Take it out for a bit please oooh gosh I can't take it please just for a moment so that I can at least breath ooohhhhhh Manoojjjj”

Manoj - “Easy, my love, you’re so perfect. Let it happen, feel me inside you. Your body’s made for this, darling.”

Manoj’s teasing was gentle, his eyes locked on her ass, his cock inching deeper, the shaft now half-buried. Mom’s screams softened to whimpers, her body still tense. He paused, stroking her back, his voice calm.

Manoj - “Rekha, don’t clench your asshole so tight, my sweet. It’ll be easier if you relax your hips. Try not to squirm too much, alright? If you tighten your asshole, then it will be tough for me to enter”

Mom - “AAHH! I’m trying, Manoj, but it’s so hard! It hurts… I don’t know how to relax! Please, just… be gentle!”

Manoj - “You’re perfect, darling. Can I add more oil to make it smoother? It’ll feel better, I promise.”

Mom - “Okay… yes, more oil. But please, hurry, Amit might come! I’m so scared, Manoj.”

Manoj - “Don’t worry, my love. Fuck Amit! I am your husband right now! Even if he comes, there is nothing he can do. Reach for the oil on the table and give it to me but keep those beautiful cheeks spread with your hand”

Mom stretched her arm, her hand trembling, reaching for Dad’s massage oil on the bedside table. Manoj's cock remained in her asshole, the tip still lodged, and her movement made her ass jiggle, the rim stretching slightly. 

She grabbed the bottle, passing it to Manoj, her face flushed with pain and fear. Manoj poured oil onto his fingers, slicking his shaft, then dabbed some on her asshole, his touch deliberate, his eyes gleaming with control.

Manoj - “Good girl, Rekha. Now, keep your hips still and push back a little. It’ll help me slide in easier, my darling.”

Mom - “AAHH! I’m trying, Manoj, but it’s so intense! I can’t push back—it hurts too much! Please, just… make it quick! Don't push faster please, just slow”

Manoj - “You’re incredible, sweetheart. Breathe deeply, let your body open. You’re almost there, my love.”

I saw Mom in a new way—not the pious mother who prayed daily, but a woman yielding to sin, her bare ass offered up, her actions betraying her holiness. 

Her face was a mix of pain and surrender, her eyes half-closed, her mouth open in a silent scream, sweat dripping down her cheek. Manoj’s expression was focused, almost tender, his lips curved in a teasing smile, savoring her struggle. His cock pushed deeper, now three-quarters in, her asshole stretching impossibly, sucking him in.







Manoj - “Rekha, your body feels like heaven, so warm and tight. You’re holding me so perfectly. Can you feel how close we are, darling?”

Mom - “AAHH! Manoj, it’s… overwhelming! I’m trying to please you, but it’s so much! I just want to make it through this.”

Manoj - “You’re pleasing me, my sweet. Your asshole is taking my dick so well. Just a little more, and we’ll be one.”

Mom bit the pillow, her teeth sinking into the fabric, muffling her cries as Manoj’s cock slid fully inside, his balls resting against her pussy. 

Her asshole had sucked him in, the rim tight around his base, and I knew it was true—her body had accepted him, betraying her protests. Manoj held still, letting her adjust, then began moving back and forth, slow and deliberate, his hands gripping her hips, his eyes locked on her jiggling ass.





Manoj - “My love, you’re incredible. Your asshole is holding my dick like a glove. Feel how we’re moving together, darling.”

Mom - “OHH… Manoj, it’s… intense! I’m burning! My asshole is burning oooohhh Please, keep it slow, I’m so overwhelmed.”

Manoj - “You’re my everything, Rekha. Every move feels like magic with you. Let’s keep this rhythm, my sweet. Ooh your asshole is so warm and so fresh”

Mom’s moans grew softer, her body relaxing, and I saw something shift—she seemed to feel good, loved, Manoj’s romantic words wrapping her in a false intimacy, like they were husband and wife. 

She didn’t return his love words, but her moans, low and rhythmic, betrayed a pleasure she couldn’t admit. Her hips twitched, and I froze, shocked—she was moving her asshole back and forth on her own, matching his thrusts, her fat ass quivering. I didn't believe my mom was moving her ass back onto him.

Manoj - “Rekha, look at you, moving with me. You’re so beautiful, darling. Has the pain faded, my love?”

Mom - “Yes, Manoj… it’s gone, mostly. It feels… different now, easier. I didn’t expect this, but I’m managing. Aaaaaaahhhhh oooohhhh damn your thing is so big oohhh shit oooohhh damn this is so tough”

Manoj - “You’re a goddess, Rekha. Your body knows what it wants. Let’s keep this dance, sweetheart.”

Mom - “I’m just… trying to cope, Manoj. It’s not what I wanted, but it’s… bearable now. Please, don’t make it hurt again. OOh don't push further please just there oooh oooohhhhh”

I gripped my cock, rubbing it through my pants, shame flooding me. I’d never imagined doing this, watching my own mother, but the sight of her fat ass moving, her moans, Manoj’s romantic teasing—drove me wild. 

I cursed myself, knowing it was wrong, but my body betrayed me, the thrill of her sluttiness overwhelming my guilt. Shalini was right; Mom was a slut, and I was no better, my hand moving faster, my breath ragged.


Manoj’s thrusts grew steadier, and he leaned closer, his voice a soft tease.

Manoj - “Rekha, my darling, can I go a little faster? You’re so perfect, I want to feel you more. Will you let me, sweetheart? I want to fuck your asshole a little harder”

Mom - “Yes… okay, Manoj, a little faster. It’s not hurting now, I can handle it. Just… be careful, please.”








Manoj - “You’re my dream, Rekha. I’ll cherish every moment with you. Here we go, my love, just a bit quicker. Hold on but don't squeeze your anus, let me sodomize you the right way baby”

I couldn’t believe Mom agreed, her voice calm, almost willing. She was a slut, Shalini’s words proven true—her pious mask gone, her body craving Manoj’s cock. 

He moved faster, his cock sliding in and out of her asshole, the rim stretching and contracting, her fat ass jiggling with each thrust, the cheeks rippling like waves. The bed creaked, a faint neighbor’s radio humming through the wall, adding to the surreal scene.






Manoj - “Rekha, your ass is a masterpiece, shaking so beautifully. Every move is pure magic. Can you feel how much I adore you?”

Mom - “OHH… Manoj, it’s… so much! I’m just trying to keep up with you. Please, don’t make it too intense. I am not used to this”


Manoj - “You’re my treasure, darling. This rhythm is perfect, just for us. Let’s stay like this, my sweet. Your asshole is so sweet than your pussy”

Her ass jiggled wildly, each thrust sending tremors through her flesh, her moans growing louder, her body fully surrendered. Then, a sharp sound cut through my haze—the doorbell. 

It was Dad; I knew it. Panic surged, and I shoved my cock back into my pants, my hands shaking, and ran downstairs, my footsteps loud on the stairs. Mom and Manoj didn’t hear it—the bedroom’s thick walls muffled the bell, and they were lost in their sex, their moans and creaking bed drowning out everything else. 


My heart raced as I reached the door, knowing Dad was about to step into this nightmare

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Mom’s scream echoed in the bedroom, her body trembling as Manoj’s cock’s tip lodged in her asshole, stretched from the butt plug she’d worn earlier. 

Her hands spread her fat asscheeks, her red satin dress bunched at her waist, her bare pussy and ass exposed—she’d skipped panties to seduce Dad, not this. I watched through the keyhole, my heart pounding, anger and shameful curiosity warring within me. However I was not angry with my mom.







I was just angry that my dad didn't satisfy my mom because if my dad satisfied my mom, then my mom would not act filthy and sluttily like this.

Shalini’s words—“All women are sluts inside”—burned in my mind, and Mom’s actions, oiling Manoj’s cock herself, spreading her cheeks, made me believe it. I know believed that all women are sluts. There is no woman who is pure. They are pure until they get a huge cock which turns them into whores.

She wasn’t the pious mother I knew; she was a slut, her holy facade crumbling, just as Shalini had predicted.

Manoj pushed gently, his face softening, his voice turning romantic to coax her, no trace of his earlier filth. His hands caressed her ass, soothing her as she whimpered, her asshole clenching around his tip. 



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I couldn’t believe his cock was fitting—her asshole looked too tight, the rim stretched impossibly wide, a faint sheen of oil glistening.

Manoj - “Rekha, my darling, relax for me. Your body’s so beautiful, let it open up. I’ll go slow, make it feel right.”

Mom - “AAHH! MANOJ, IT’S TOO MUCH! I can’t… it hurts so bad! Please, slow down, I’m trying! I am trying my best! I have never done anal please ooohhh goosshh oooh ooo Manooojj”

Manoj - “You’re doing amazing, sweetheart. Just breathe with me, let your body ease into it. I’m here, taking care of you.”


I didn't understand why Manoj all of a sudden started speaking romantically. Why didn't he tell her to shut up and call her words like slut and whore? Why was he romanticizing with her now?

Mom twisted, her legs shaking, her hands gripping the sheets, her boobs swaying under the dress. 

She bit her lip, her face contorted in pain, sweat beading on her forehead, her body jerking slightly with each push. Her toes curled, and she gasped, trying to adjust, her asshole resisting but yielding. Clearly anal sex was not my mom's cup of tea. Anal sex was something she was not ready to do.



Mom - “AAHH! MANOJ, PLEASE! IT’S BURNING! Take it out for a bit please oooh gosh I can't take it please just for a moment so that I can at least breath ooohhhhhh Manoojjjj”

Manoj - “Easy, my love, you’re so perfect. Let it happen, feel me inside you. Your body’s made for this, darling.”

Manoj’s teasing was gentle, his eyes locked on her ass, his cock inching deeper, the shaft now half-buried. Mom’s screams softened to whimpers, her body still tense. He paused, stroking her back, his voice calm.

Manoj - “Rekha, don’t clench your asshole so tight, my sweet. It’ll be easier if you relax your hips. Try not to squirm too much, alright? If you tighten your asshole, then it will be tough for me to enter”

Mom - “AAHH! I’m trying, Manoj, but it’s so hard! It hurts… I don’t know how to relax! Please, just… be gentle!”

Manoj - “You’re perfect, darling. Can I add more oil to make it smoother? It’ll feel better, I promise.”

Mom - “Okay… yes, more oil. But please, hurry, Amit might come! I’m so scared, Manoj.”

Manoj - “Don’t worry, my love. Fuck Amit! I am your husband right now! Even if he comes, there is nothing he can do. Reach for the oil on the table and give it to me but keep those beautiful cheeks spread with your hand”

Mom stretched her arm, her hand trembling, reaching for Dad’s massage oil on the bedside table. Manoj's cock remained in her asshole, the tip still lodged, and her movement made her ass jiggle, the rim stretching slightly. 

She grabbed the bottle, passing it to Manoj, her face flushed with pain and fear. Manoj poured oil onto his fingers, slicking his shaft, then dabbed some on her asshole, his touch deliberate, his eyes gleaming with control.

Manoj - “Good girl, Rekha. Now, keep your hips still and push back a little. It’ll help me slide in easier, my darling.”

Mom - “AAHH! I’m trying, Manoj, but it’s so intense! I can’t push back—it hurts too much! Please, just… make it quick! Don't push faster please, just slow”

Manoj - “You’re incredible, sweetheart. Breathe deeply, let your body open. You’re almost there, my love.”

I saw Mom in a new way—not the pious mother who prayed daily, but a woman yielding to sin, her bare ass offered up, her actions betraying her holiness. 

Her face was a mix of pain and surrender, her eyes half-closed, her mouth open in a silent scream, sweat dripping down her cheek. Manoj’s expression was focused, almost tender, his lips curved in a teasing smile, savoring her struggle. His cock pushed deeper, now three-quarters in, her asshole stretching impossibly, sucking him in.







Manoj - “Rekha, your body feels like heaven, so warm and tight. You’re holding me so perfectly. Can you feel how close we are, darling?”

Mom - “AAHH! Manoj, it’s… overwhelming! I’m trying to please you, but it’s so much! I just want to make it through this.”

Manoj - “You’re pleasing me, my sweet. Your asshole is taking my dick so well. Just a little more, and we’ll be one.”

Mom bit the pillow, her teeth sinking into the fabric, muffling her cries as Manoj’s cock slid fully inside, his balls resting against her pussy. 

Her asshole had sucked him in, the rim tight around his base, and I knew it was true—her body had accepted him, betraying her protests. Manoj held still, letting her adjust, then began moving back and forth, slow and deliberate, his hands gripping her hips, his eyes locked on her jiggling ass.





Manoj - “My love, you’re incredible. Your asshole is holding my dick like a glove. Feel how we’re moving together, darling.”

Mom - “OHH… Manoj, it’s… intense! I’m burning! My asshole is burning oooohhh Please, keep it slow, I’m so overwhelmed.”

Manoj - “You’re my everything, Rekha. Every move feels like magic with you. Let’s keep this rhythm, my sweet. Ooh your asshole is so warm and so fresh”

Mom’s moans grew softer, her body relaxing, and I saw something shift—she seemed to feel good, loved, Manoj’s romantic words wrapping her in a false intimacy, like they were husband and wife. 

She didn’t return his love words, but her moans, low and rhythmic, betrayed a pleasure she couldn’t admit. Her hips twitched, and I froze, shocked—she was moving her asshole back and forth on her own, matching his thrusts, her fat ass quivering. I didn't believe my mom was moving her ass back onto him.

Manoj - “Rekha, look at you, moving with me. You’re so beautiful, darling. Has the pain faded, my love?”

Mom - “Yes, Manoj… it’s gone, mostly. It feels… different now, easier. I didn’t expect this, but I’m managing. Aaaaaaahhhhh oooohhhh damn your thing is so big oohhh shit oooohhh damn this is so tough”

Manoj - “You’re a goddess, Rekha. Your body knows what it wants. Let’s keep this dance, sweetheart.”

Mom - “I’m just… trying to cope, Manoj. It’s not what I wanted, but it’s… bearable now. Please, don’t make it hurt again. OOh don't push further please just there oooh oooohhhhh”

I gripped my cock, rubbing it through my pants, shame flooding me. I’d never imagined doing this, watching my own mother, but the sight of her fat ass moving, her moans, Manoj’s romantic teasing—drove me wild. 

I cursed myself, knowing it was wrong, but my body betrayed me, the thrill of her sluttiness overwhelming my guilt. Shalini was right; Mom was a slut, and I was no better, my hand moving faster, my breath ragged.


Manoj’s thrusts grew steadier, and he leaned closer, his voice a soft tease.

Manoj - “Rekha, my darling, can I go a little faster? You’re so perfect, I want to feel you more. Will you let me, sweetheart? I want to fuck your asshole a little harder”

Mom - “Yes… okay, Manoj, a little faster. It’s not hurting now, I can handle it. Just… be careful, please.”








Manoj - “You’re my dream, Rekha. I’ll cherish every moment with you. Here we go, my love, just a bit quicker. Hold on but don't squeeze your anus, let me sodomize you the right way baby”

I couldn’t believe Mom agreed, her voice calm, almost willing. She was a slut, Shalini’s words proven true—her pious mask gone, her body craving Manoj’s cock. 

He moved faster, his cock sliding in and out of her asshole, the rim stretching and contracting, her fat ass jiggling with each thrust, the cheeks rippling like waves. The bed creaked, a faint neighbor’s radio humming through the wall, adding to the surreal scene.






Manoj - “Rekha, your ass is a masterpiece, shaking so beautifully. Every move is pure magic. Can you feel how much I adore you?”

Mom - “OHH… Manoj, it’s… so much! I’m just trying to keep up with you. Please, don’t make it too intense. I am not used to this”


Manoj - “You’re my treasure, darling. This rhythm is perfect, just for us. Let’s stay like this, my sweet. Your asshole is so sweet than your pussy”

Her ass jiggled wildly, each thrust sending tremors through her flesh, her moans growing louder, her body fully surrendered. Then, a sharp sound cut through my haze—the doorbell. 

It was Dad; I knew it. Panic surged, and I shoved my cock back into my pants, my hands shaking, and ran downstairs, my footsteps loud on the stairs. Mom and Manoj didn’t hear it—the bedroom’s thick walls muffled the bell, and they were lost in their sex, their moans and creaking bed drowning out everything else. 


My heart raced as I reached the door, knowing Dad was about to step into this nightmare

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