Adultery Whispers of Lust: My Mom's Forbidden Path

[Chandan]

LOVELY 

[aravindkkumar08]

You can some more spice in this episode. Finished fast.

[karthikraj2020]

Super story❤️

[Xossiy]

Make manoj demon he destroy her life . And some outing plan Manoj and mom

[Rajeev Gupta]

The next day, I sat in my college classroom, the wooden desk scratched, the air stuffy with sweat and chalk dust, the teacher’s voice droning about math equations on the chalkboard. 

My mind was somewhere else, stuck on last night at Pandit Ganesh’s house, my stomach churning as I pictured his filthy hands squeezing Mom’s massive, full breasts, his big dick bulging in his dhoti, jerking off while spanking her huge, plump ass, cum splattering her orange saree. 

His drooling mouth, his fake chants, his lies about “holy water” made me sick, a so-called holy man turned pervert, worse than any street creep. 

I couldn’t focus, my pencil tapping the desk, my heart heavy, visualizing something worse like a threesome, Manoj slamming his cock into Mom’s stretched filthy asshole, Pandit Ganesh pounding her pussy, both men laughing, their faces twisted with lust, Mom moaning loud, her voice echoing in my head: 

“AAHH UUUHH YESSS, FUCK ME, HARDER, PLEASE!” Her massive breasts bounced, her thick, round ass jiggled, her face lost in pleasure, a slut owned by two men, no trace of the praying wife she used to be.

I cursed myself for thinking like this, my face hot, my hands clenched, hating my brain for thinking like this, for turning Mom into a whore in my head, her moans haunting me, my dick twitching despite my anger. 

“Sanjay, stop it, she’s your mom, not some slut, your mom is a pious woman” I whispered to myself, shaking my head, trying to erase the images, but they stuck, Manoj’s cock deep in her ass, Pandit’s dick in her pussy, Mom screaming for more. 

I decided I had to tell Mom not to visit Pandit again, his rituals were a lie, a trap to touch her, and I couldn’t let her fall deeper, even if she was already Manoj’s slut, her huge, round ass stretched, her holy heart gone.

The bell rang, time to go home, and I packed my books, my bag heavy, my hands shaky from my thoughts. I reached into my pocket, feeling the house key, cold and metal, remembering Dad gave it to me yesterday. 

Rushing out for work, saying he misplaced it in his pocket, his face stressed, telling us he’d be back tomorrow because of a late job. 

I slung my bag over my shoulder, the classroom emptying, my sneakers scuffing the floor, my mind set on talking to Mom, hoping she’d listen, praying she’d stop seeing Pandit, even if I couldn’t stop her from Manoj.

I walked home, the streets dusty, the sun hot, my shirt sticking to my back, my thoughts still on Pandit’s hands, Mom’s moans, my own sick visuals. Our house came into view, the door shut, the windows dark, a strange quiet around it. 

The door was locked from inside, odd for this time, and I noticed suspicious things—a man’s shoeprint in the dirt by the gate, not Dad’s size. My instinct screamed Mom was being fucked, my chest tight, but I wasn’t sure, my head spinning, hoping it was nothing. 

Dad wasn’t home, like he said, gone until tomorrow, and I remembered the key in my pocket, my fingers closing around it, deciding to open the door, to see what was happening, my heart pounding, my throat dry.

I turned the key slowly, the lock clicking, the door creaking open, my sneakers soft on the floor, my bag heavy on my shoulder. The house hit me with a smell, strong and gross, like Mom’s ass, the same sour, musky stink from when she pushed Manoj’s cum out after anal, the odor thick, filling the sitting room, proof of what I feared. 


My heart pounded harder, my dick rising, a hard bulge in my pants, hating myself for getting aroused, my body betraying me as my mind screamed with worry, anger, and disgust.

Moans came from Mom’s room, loud and wild, her voice echoing, “AAHH UUUHH YESSS,” the same screams from my visuals, now real, shaking the walls, the sitting room loud with her pleasure. 

The kitchen was a mess, utensils scattered, a glass cup on the floor, water spilled, like whoever was fucking Mom was thirsty, rushing to drink, too horny to care. 

The moans grew louder, Mom’s screams piercing, “OHHH FUCK, HARDER,” her voice desperate, the bed creaking, the house alive with sin. I crept closer, my sneakers silent, seeing Mom’s bedroom door slightly open, a crack showing the scene inside, left that way because they thought I was at college and Dad was gone, their boldness a slap to my face.

I peeked through, shocked, my eyes wide, my mouth dry, seeing Mom riding Manoj, both of them naked, the pervert, his body naked, his hands gripping her hips. I didn’t know how he knew Dad was away—did Mom, already a slut, tell him, inviting him to fuck her again? 







Something in me said she didn’t, that Manoj tricked her, but my head was a mess, doubting her, hating him. Mom was on top, bouncing hard, her huge, round ass slamming down, its thick cheeks jiggling like waves, her massive, full breasts bouncing, her orange saree bunched at her waist, her pussy swallowing his cock. 

Manoj’s dick was massive, thick and veiny, the head swollen, sliding deep into her pussy, then out, slick with her juices, her pussy hole stretched wide, used to his size after nights of fucking, her pussy molded to his cock, no longer tight, a slut’s hole built for him, not Dad’s smaller dick.

Mom’s face was wild, her eyes half-closed, her lips parted, moaning, “AAHH UUUHH YESSS,” her hair loose, her body sweating, her thick thighs flexing, her plump ass quivering with each bounce, her pussy gripping him, her slutty side in full control. 

Manoj grinned, his hands slapping her ass, his cock thrusting up, his face smug, knowing he owned her, her body his to fuck, her moans his prize. 


I stood frozen, my dick rock-hard, my heart racing, angry at Manoj, at Mom, at myself, my hand twitching, wanting to jerk off but fighting it, my mind cursing her for falling, for riding him like a whore, her holy life dead.

Manoj spoke, his voice mocking, admitting he lied about Dad, his hands squeezing Mom’s thick, round ass, his cock deep inside her.







Manoj: Rekha, I lied about Amit not coming back, I knew he was gone for work. I wanted you alone, to fuck you like this. Why’d you let me in if you didn’t want it?

Mom: Manoj, I didn’t want to have sex with you, I told you to leave, I didn’t plan this. Ohhh, AAHH UUUHH, please, I didn’t want it to happen again.

Manoj: Didn’t want it? Then why are you jumping on my dick, Rekha, bouncing like a slut? You’re fucking me on your own, look at you, moaning like a whore.

Mom: I… I don’t know, Manoj, my body’s doing this, I can’t stop, AAHH UUUHH YESSS. It’s not me, I’m trying to be good, I swear, I didn’t want this.

Manoj: Trying to be good? Your pussy’s sucking my cock, Rekha, you love it. Why’s your ass bouncing so hard if you’re such a good wife? Admit it, you’re my slut now.

Mom: No, Manoj, I’m not your slut, I’m Amit’s wife, Sanjay’s mom, OHHH FUCK, UUUHH. I didn’t mean to do this, you pushed me, I’m not like this.

Manoj: Pushed you? You’re riding me like a horse, Rekha, your pussy’s so wet, it’s begging for my dick. Why don’t you stop if you hate it so much?

Mom: I can’t stop, Manoj, it feels too good, AAHH UUUHH, but I don’t want it, I’m ashamed. Please, don’t make me say these things, it’s wrong.

Manoj: Ashamed? Your moans say you love it, Rekha, screaming louder than last time. Why’s your pussy so loose, huh? It’s used to my cock, isn’t it?

Mom: Stop it, Manoj, don’t talk like that, OHHH YESSS, UUUHH. My body’s weak, but I’m not a slut, I’m trying to fight this, I love Amit, I do.




Manoj: Love Amit? Then why’s my dick balls-deep in you, Rekha? You’re fucking me while he’s away, you planned this, didn’t you, you dirty whore?

Mom: No, I didn’t plan it, Manoj, you came here, AAHH UUUHH FUCK. I didn’t tell you Amit was gone, I don’t know how you knew, I’m not that woman.

Manoj: I knew because I watch you, Rekha, I know your house, your life. Why’s your ass so big and your pussy so tight, bouncing like that? You’re made for fucking, admit it.

Mom: Please, Manoj, stop asking me this, OHHH UUUHH YESSS. I’m not made for this, I’m a mother, a wife, I don’t want to be your slut, I can’t.

My heart sank, my dick throbbing, my hand frozen, hearing Manoj corner Mom, his questions cutting her, her moans betraying her, her words weak against his cock. 

I was angry, hating Manoj for tricking her, hating Mom for riding him, her huge, plump ass a slut’s prize, her pussy stretched, her moans filling the house. 

I cursed myself again, my dick hard, my mind sick, wanting to stop them but glued to the scene, Mom’s bouncing body, Manoj’s massive dick, my family broken, my holy Mom a whore, and me, a pervert like them, watching, hating, loving it all



Mom rode Manoj hard, her thick, round ass bouncing like waves, slamming down on his massive, veiny cock, the head swollen, sliding deep into her stretched pussy, then out, slick with her juices. 

Her moans loud, “AAHH UUUHH YESSS,” filling the house, the bed creaking, the sitting room echoing with her screams. Manoj lay beneath her, his hands gripping her hips, slapping her plump ass, his grin smug, his cock owning her, her pussy molded to his size, no longer tight, a slut’s hole built for him.

I stood at the slightly open door, my sneakers silent, my heart pounding, my dick rock-hard in my pants, watching Mom’s thick, round ass quiver, her pussy swallowing Manoj’s cock, her moans wild, 

“OHHH FUCK, HARDER.” I couldn’t see her face, her head tilted back, her hair loose, but I knew she enjoyed it, her body telling me everything—her hips grinding, her ass slamming down, her moans desperate, “AAHH UUUHH YESSS,” her massive breasts bouncing

Her thighs trembling, all signs she was lost in pleasure, a slut craving Manoj’s dick, not fighting him, her holy days gone. My chest tightened, my face hot, knowing she loved it, her body a whore’s, betraying Dad, her screams proof of her fall.






Manoj’s face was red, sweat dripping down his cheeks, his eyes locked on Mom, hungry, lustful, his gaze crawling over her massive, full breasts, her thick, round ass, his grin wide, like he’d won her, his cock thrusting up, meeting her bounces. 

Both were sweating, Mom’s skin shiny, her saree damp, Manoj’s chest glistening, his hands rough on her plump ass, his breaths heavy, his pleasure clear, a pervert fucking my Mom, his massive dick stretching her pussy, her moans his reward.

Manoj spoke, his voice mocking, asking about his dick, his hands squeezing her thick ass, his cock deep inside her, pushing her to admit her desire.

Manoj: Rekha, did you miss my dick these last three days? Bet you were craving it, weren’t you, bouncing like this now?

Mom: No, Manoj, I didn’t miss it, AAHH UUUHH, yes, I mean no, I didn’t want this, I swear, OHHH YESSS. I’m not like that, stop saying it.

Manoj: Yes? So you did miss my dick, Rekha, you just said it, moaning like a slut. If you don’t like it, get off my dick right now, go on.

Mom: I… I can’t, Manoj, OHHH FUCK, UUUHH, I didn’t mean yes, I’m confused, my body’s doing this, not me. Please, don’t embarrass me.

Manoj: Confused? You’re still riding me, Rekha, your pussy’s so wet, sucking my cock. You love it, don’t you? Why don’t you stop, huh, slut?

Mom: I’m trying, Manoj, AAHH UUUHH YESSS, I don’t love it, I’m not a slut, I’m just… I can’t stop, it feels too good, but I don’t want it.

Mom didn’t get off, her thick, round ass kept bouncing, her pussy gripping his massive dick, her moans louder, “OHHH YESSS,” her massive breasts jiggling, her body betraying her words, riding him harder, her slutty side winning. 

Manoj laughed, his grin wider, embarrassing her more, his hands slapping her plump ass, his cock thrusting deep, knowing she couldn’t resist, her pussy stretched for him, her moans a confession.

Manoj: Look at you, Rekha, still fucking me, your ass bouncing like a whore’s. You can’t stop, can you? Your pussy’s mine, admit it, you’re my slut.

Mom: No, Manoj, I’m not yours, AAHH UUUHH, I’m trying to be good, I don’t want this, OHHH FUCK. Please, stop making me feel bad, I can’t help it.

I stood there, my hand on my dick, pulling it out, stroking it, my heart racing, my face burning, angry at myself for masturbating, for getting hard watching Mom ride Manoj, her thick, round ass quivering, her moans filling my ears, “AAHH UUUHH YESSS.” 


I hated myself, my hand moving fast, my dick throbbing, cursing my body for wanting this, for cheering Mom’s slutty fall, my mind screaming to stop, but my strokes kept going, my anger mixing with lust, a sick cycle I couldn’t break. 

I didn’t think about being like Mom or losing manners, just hated my weakness, my hard dick a traitor, my heart torn, watching her pussy stretch, her massive breasts bounce, Manoj’s cock owning her.

Manoj spoke again, his voice cruel, demanding Mom disrespect Dad, pushing her to say she hated Amit and loved him, his hands gripping her thick ass, his cock slamming into her pussy.

Manoj: Rekha, say you hate Amit, your boring husband, say you love me, my dick. Come on, slut, disrespect him, show me you’re mine.

Mom: No, Manoj, I can’t say that, I love Amit, he’s my husband, AAHH UUUHH. I won’t do it, please, don’t make me, OHHH YESSS.

Manoj: Say it, Rekha, or I’ll stop fucking you, say you hate Amit, love my cock. Do it, you’re already fucking me, be my whore, say it.

Mom: Okay, Manoj, I… I hate Amit, I love you, AAHH UUUHH FUCK. I didn’t mean it, I’m sorry, but you made me, OHHH YESSS.

Manoj: Good, Rekha, now worse, say Amit’s a loser, his dick’s small, you only want my cock. Say it, slut, make it hurt him, do it.

Mom: Amit’s a loser, his dick’s small, I only want your cock, Manoj, AAHH UUUHH. He’s nothing, you’re better, I’m yours, OHHH FUCK YESSS.

Mom’s words cut me, shattering my heart, her voice repeating Manoj’s orders, calling Dad a loser, mocking his dick, saying she was Manoj’s, her moans mixing with her betrayal, “AAHH UUUHH YESSS,” her thick, round ass still bouncing, her pussy wet.

Her massive breasts shaking. I was angry, my chest tight, my face hot, her words a knife, turning Dad into nothing, her love for him gone, her slutty mouth spitting hate, all for Manoj’s cock. 

I stopped masturbating, my hand frozen, my dick still hard but my heart done, deciding to interrupt them, to stop this, pretending to be innocent, acting like I just got home, not a spy watching their fuck.

I shouted, my voice loud, breaking the moans, my sneakers scuffing the floor, my heart pounding, my anger spilling out.

Me: Mom! What’s going on? I’m home!






Mom: Sanjay! Oh God, no, AAHH, Manoj, stop, he’s here, my son, please, OHHH UUUHH. How did you get in, Sanjay, oh no!

Manoj: Shit, kid’s home, Rekha, calm down, he didn’t see much. Hey, Sanjay, just talking to your mom, relax, it’s fine, go to your room.

Mom: Sanjay, go, please, I’ll explain later, OHHH FUCK, I mean, just go, I’m okay, don’t worry, AAHH UUUHH. Manoj, stop, he’s here!

Manoj: Relax, Rekha, he’s a kid, doesn’t get it. Keep going, you’re still wet, finish what we started, he’ll leave, won’t you, Sanjay?

Me: Mom, what’s happening? Why’s Manoj here? I’m not leaving, tell me now!

Mom was shocked, her voice panicked, her moans slipping out, “AAHH UUUHH,” her thick, round ass slowing, still on Manoj’s cock, her massive breasts heaving, her face hidden but her body tense. 

Manoj wasn’t that shocked, his grin calm, his eyes sharp, like he knew I’d come, his massive dick still hard, his hands on her plump ass, ready to keep fucking, his smugness a punch to my gut. 

I stood there, pretending innocence, my heart broken, my dick betraying me, angry at Mom’s words, Manoj’s lies, and my own sick lust, the room still stinking of her ass, her moans fading, but her slutty fall burning in my eyes

[aravindkkumar08]

Bro you nailed it. Fabulous update. Hat's off to your story writing and imagination and we imagine the story running in front us. After reading even some d***ks are paining

[mzafar]

The story is going in the right direction, I am impressed by your writing skills, I request you to update soon.

[nostonari]

Awesome writting

[Rajeev Gupta]

   HELLO FRIENDS, THIS IS THE FINAL PART OF THIS WHOLE STORY, ENJOY!!



Mom: Sanjay! Oh God, no, AAHH, Manoj, stop, he’s here, my son, please, OHHH UUUHH. How did you get in, Sanjay, oh no!

Manoj: Shit, kid’s home, Rekha, calm down, he didn’t see much. Hey, Sanjay, just talking to your mom, relax, it’s fine, go to your room.

Mom: Sanjay, go, please, I’ll explain later, OHHH FUCK, I mean, just go, I’m okay, don’t worry, AAHH UUUHH. Manoj, stop, he’s here!

Manoj: Relax, Rekha, he’s a kid, doesn’t get it. Keep going, you’re still wet, finish what we started, he’ll leave, won’t you, Sanjay?

Me: Mom, what’s happening? Why’s Manoj here? I’m not leaving, tell me now!


Mom was still bouncing on Manoj’s cock, her massive, round ass slamming down, the sound of flesh smacking flesh filling the room, her orange saree bunched at her waist, her thick thighs flexing. Her moans were loud, “AAHH UUUHH YESSS,” her huge breasts bouncing wildly, her face lost in pleasure, sweat dripping down her neck. 

I stood frozen, peeking through the crack in the door, my dick hard, my heart pounding, when her eyes caught mine. Her face froze for a second, but she didn’t stop, her hips still grinding, her pussy swallowing his massive, veiny cock. 

She spoke, her voice shaky but loud over her moans, talking to me like it was normal, her shame gone, eroded by the pleasure, her body betraying her as she rode him.

Mom: Sanjay, ohhh, AAHH, why are you here? Go, baby, go back to your room, I’ll come see you, UUUHH YESSS.

Me: Mom, how’d you not hear me? I used the key Dad gave me. What… what are you doing?

Mom: Manoj’s giving me a massage, baby, OHHH FUCK, it’s just a massage, don’t worry. Go back, please, AAHH UUUHH, I’ll come soon.

Me: It looks like it feels good, Mom. Are you feeling good?

Mom: Yes, baby, it feels good, OHHH YESSS, but you need to go, Sanjay, please, go back, UUUHH. I’m fine, I’ll see you soon, just go! 







 
Her voice was desperate, her moans louder, her body bouncing harder, her plump ass jiggling, her pussy stretched wide around Manoj’s cock. She spoke to me like it was nothing, like riding another man’s dick was just a massage, her shame washed away by lust.

Her words casual even as her body betrayed her, her hips grinding, her breasts bouncing, no trace of the holy mother I knew. I didn’t call her out, didn’t say she was wrong—I spoke like she was doing something normal, my voice calm, accepting, as if her fucking Manoj was okay, my mind twisted by the sight, my dick throbbing.

Manoj grinned, his hands slapping her ass, his cock thrusting up into her. He spoke, his voice mocking, loud enough for me to hear, pushing her further.

Manoj: Rekha, let the boy watch. He doesn’t know what’s going on, look at him, he’s just standing there. Let him see you bounce, you love it anyway.

Mom: OHHH UUUHH, no, Manoj, don’t say that, AAHH YESSS. He can’t watch, he’s my son, I’m not like this, please, stop it!  

Her moan was loud, her body shaking, her pussy gripping his cock tighter, but her words were weak, her shame gone as she kept riding him, talking to me while fucking him, her motherly role shattered. 

I heard a faint creak from the front door downstairs, like someone entered the house. I remembered I didn’t lock it after coming in, but I dismissed it as just the house settling, my eyes glued to Mom’s bouncing ass, her moans drowning out everything else. My dick was rock-hard, my hand twitching, too caught up to care.

Mom: Sanjay, go, baby, please, AAHH UUUHH, go now, I’ll come to you, just leave!  

I nodded, stepping back, pretending to leave, my sneakers soft on the floor. But I didn’t go. I crept to the side, hiding behind the wall, peeking through the crack again, my heart racing, my dick throbbing. 

Mom’s moans grew louder, and I thought she’d stop, that my presence would snap her out of it. But I was shocked—she didn’t stop. Instead, she adjusted, lifting her hips, her thick, round ass hovering over Manoj’s cock. 

She reached down, her fingers wrapping around his massive, slick dick, guiding it back into her pussy, her hole stretched wide, wet with her juices. She positioned herself carefully, her knees spread, her plump ass lowered, aligning his cock perfectly with her pussy, sliding it in slowly at first, then slamming down, her cheeks jiggling, her moans wild, 

“OHHH FUCK YESSS.” Her body took over, riding him with purpose, her pussy molded to his size, her hips moving in a rhythm, up and down, her ass bouncing like waves, her breasts swaying, her saree slipping further, her control gone.

I heard footsteps again, this time on the stairs, slow and heavy, coming closer. My mind registered it, but I dismissed it again, thinking it was just the house, my eyes locked on Mom’s body, her pussy swallowing Manoj’s cock, my hand gripping my dick through my pants, too distracted to care. 

Manoj spoke again, his voice cruel, embarrassing her, pushing her to admit her lust.

Manoj: Rekha, you love this dick, don’t you? Look at you, bouncing like a whore, your pussy’s so wet for me. Why’re you fucking me so hard if you’re such a good mom?

Mom: OHHH UUUHH, no, Manoj, I’m a good mother, a good wife, AAHH YESSS. It’s not me, it’s my body, I don’t want this, I swear!

Manoj: Your body? Your pussy’s gripping my cock, Rekha, you’re riding me faster than last time. Admit it, you love it, say it!

Mom: I don’t love it, Manoj, OHHH FUCK, it’s my body, not me, UUUHH YESSS. I’m trying to be good, I love Amit, I’m not a slut!

Manoj: Not a slut? You’re fucking me in your house, Rekha, your son was just here, and you’re still bouncing. You love this dick, don’t lie!

Mom: No, I don’t, AAHH UUUHH, it’s not me, my body wants it, not my heart, please, stop saying that, OHHH YESSS!  

Mom rode him faster, her ass a blur, her pussy slamming down, her moans wild, her thick thighs trembling, her breasts bouncing, her face flushed with pleasure. She lied to herself, her words weak, her body in control, her pussy stretched, her shame gone. 

Manoj grinned, his hands gripping her hips, his cock thrusting up, and then he spoke, his voice low, urgent.

Manoj: Rekha, I’m gonna cum inside you, I want to fill you up, let me do it.

Mom: No, Manoj, OHHH UUUHH, I’ll get pregnant, I can’t, please don’t, AAHH YESSS. I’m not on anything, it’s not safe!

Manoj: Come on, Rekha, you love it, let me cum in you, your pussy’s begging for it. I know you want it, just let it happen.

Mom: I can’t, Manoj, OHHH FUCK, I’ll get pregnant, Amit will know, please, pull out, UUUHH YESSS, don’t do it!

Manoj: Why pull out? Your pussy’s so wet, Rekha, it wants my cum. You’re riding me like you need it, let me fill you, come on!

Mom: No, Manoj, I’m begging you, OHHH YESSS, don’t cum inside, I can’t have a baby, I’m a mother, a wife, AAHH UUUHH, please stop!

Manoj: Stop? You’re fucking me harder, Rekha, your pussy’s sucking me in. I’m gonna cum, you can’t stop me, you love it too much!

Mom: OHHH UUUHH, no, Manoj, I don’t, my body does, not me, please, pull out, I can’t get pregnant, AAHH YESSS, don’t!  

Her voice was desperate, her moans louder, her ass bouncing faster, her pussy gripping his cock, her body betraying her words. The footsteps were louder now, climbing the stairs, closer, heavier, unmistakable. 

My heart raced, but I didn’t move, my hand on my dick, my eyes locked on Mom’s jiggling ass, her pussy stretched wide, her moans filling the house. The sight was too much, Mom riding Manoj, her body lost in lust, Manoj’s cruel grin, his cock deep inside her. 

The footsteps stopped just behind me, but I didn’t turn, didn’t care, my mind consumed, my dick throbbing, the scene in front of me drowning out everything else

Mom’s moans filled the room, her thick, round ass bouncing relentlessly on Manoj’s massive cock, her orange saree crumpled around her waist, her heavy breasts swaying with each thrust. 

Her pussy stretched wide, glistening with her juices, her thighs trembling as she rode him harder, her voice a mix of desperation and ecstasy. “OHHH UUUHH, YESSS,” she cried, her body betraying her words as she tried to maintain the facade of a good mother. 

Manoj’s hands gripped her hips, his cruel grin widening as he thrust upward, his cock plunging deep into her. 

The footsteps behind me grew louder, heavy and deliberate, but I was too transfixed, my hand gripping my throbbing dick through my pants, my heart pounding as I peeked through the crack in the door.


Mom: OHHH FUCK, Manoj, what about Amit? AAHH UUUHH, my husband, what do I do? I can’t keep doing this, YESSS, it’s wrong!

Manoj: Rekha, fuck Amit. Leave him. I’ll marry you, baby. You’re mine, this pussy’s mine. OHHH, look at you riding me, you want this life with me, don’t you?

Mom’s hips slowed for a moment, her ass hovering over his cock, her fingers gripping his shoulders. Her face twisted, a mix of lust and conflict, sweat dripping down her neck as she processed his words. 

Her pussy still clenched around his shaft, her body unwilling to stop even as her mind wrestled with the idea. She bit her lip, her moans softer now, “AAHH UUUHH,” as she thought it over, her thick thighs trembling.

Manoj: Come on, Rekha, say it. You want me, not him. Leave Amit, be my wife. I’ll give you everything, baby, this dick every night. What do you say?

Mom: OHHH YESSS, Manoj, I… I don’t know, AAHH UUUHH, it’s too much, my family, Sanjay, Amit… but, OHHH FUCK, okay, yes, I’ll do it!

She nodded, her head bobbing as her hips resumed their rhythm, slamming down harder, her ass jiggling, her pussy swallowing his cock completely. Her moans grew wilder, “OHHH UUUHH YESSS,” her shame evaporating as she committed to Manoj, her body fully surrendered to him. 

I stood frozen, my jaw dropping, my dick throbbing harder despite the shock. My mom, the woman who raised me, who prayed every morning, was agreeing to leave Dad for this man, to let him claim her completely. 

And then, Manoj’s voice grew urgent, his hands tightening on her hips.

Manoj: Rekha, I’m gonna cum, baby. Let me make you pregnant, fill you up, give you my baby. You want it, don’t you?

Mom: OHHH UUUHH, Manoj, no, I can’t, AAHH YESSS, it’s not safe, Amit will know, I’ll get pregnant, please don’t!

Manoj: You’re mine now, Rekha. You said yes. Let me cum inside, make you a mom again. Your pussy’s begging for it, look at you, riding me like a slut!

Mom: I’m not a slut, OHHH FUCK, Manoj, I can’t, but… AAHH YESSS, okay, do it, cum in me, I want it!

I gasped, my heart pounding so hard I thought it would burst. My mom, my holy, devoted mom, was agreeing to let Manoj impregnate her, to carry his child while still married to Dad. 

Her words shattered me, yet my dick was rock-hard, my hand rubbing it through my pants as I watched her betray everything. Her ass bounced faster, her moans louder, her pussy gripping his cock as she surrendered completely.

Manoj’s hands clamped onto her plump ass, his fingers digging into her flesh, spreading her cheeks wide as he fucked her harder. His thrusts were relentless, his massive cock slamming up into her pussy, the wet, slapping sound of their bodies colliding filling the room. 










Mom’s moans were wild, “OHHH UUUHH YESSS,” her breasts bouncing violently, her saree slipping off her shoulder, her body glistening with sweat. Manoj grunted, his face contorted with pleasure, his cock pulsing as he neared his climax.

Manoj: Fuck, Rekha, here it comes, I’m cumming, take it all, baby!

Mom: OHHH FUCK, YESSS, Manoj, cum in me, fill me up, AAHH UUUHH!

His hips bucked upward, his cock buried deep inside her, and he groaned loudly as he came, his cum flooding her pussy. Mom’s body shook, her ass jiggling as she rode out his orgasm, her pussy milking every drop from him. 

She collapsed onto his chest, her heavy breasts pressed against him, her breath ragged. Then, to my shock, she lifted her head, kissed him deeply, her lips locked on his, and smiled—a soft, satisfied smile that I’d never seen on her face before.

Manoj: Rekha, why you smiling like that? Damn, baby, you’re glowing.

Mom: I don’t know, Manoj, OHHH, it just… feels right. I haven’t felt this alive in years, UUUHH, you make me feel things Amit never did.

Manoj: Never seen you like this, Rekha. You’re wild tonight, fucking me like that with your kid right there. What happened? Why you changing like this?

Mom: It’s you, Manoj. AAHH, you make my body do things I can’t control. I tried to be good, but… OHHH, I can't pretend, I want this, I want you. I don’t care anymore, I’m yours. I don't care about my family anymore.

Their words stung, each one a knife to my chest, yet I couldn’t look away, my dick still hard, my mind twisted by the sight of Mom’s betrayal. Her pussy was still wrapped around his cock, his cum leaking out, pooling on the bed as they kissed again, her smile brighter, her shame gone.

Suddenly, a voice behind me snapped me out of my trance, low and confused, sending a chill down my spine.

Voice: Sanjay, what the hell are you doing here? What are you watching?

I spun around, my heart stopping as I saw Dad standing there, his face a mix of confusion and suspicion. My hand was still on my dick, and I quickly shoved it back into my trousers, my face burning with shame. 

My heart pounded so hard I thought it would explode, my breath shallow as I realized the truth was seconds away from unraveling.

Dad: Sanjay, answer me! Why are you standing here like this? And why does it smell so… stinky in here?

I froze, my voice caught in my throat, my mind racing. The room reeked of sex—sweat, cum, and Mom’s arousal, a thick, musky scent that filled the air. 

My heart had never pounded this hard; I knew it was over. Dad was going to find out, and everything would collapse. I couldn’t speak, my lips trembling, my eyes darting to the floor.

Dad: Sanjay, what’s going on? Why won’t you answer me?

I stayed silent, my body shaking, my mind screaming. Dad’s eyes narrowed, and he stepped forward, brushing past me toward the door. My stomach dropped as he peered through the crack, his body stiffening as he saw Mom on top of Manoj, her pussy still impaled on his cock, his cum leaking out, their lips locked in a passionate kiss. 







Dad’s face went pale, his eyes wide with shock, his voice barely a whisper.

Dad: Rekha?!

I couldn’t take it. I bolted, my sneakers pounding the floor as I ran downstairs to the sitting room, my heart racing, my mind a blur. Behind me, I heard shouting—Dad’s voice, angry and broken, Mom’s voice, desperate and pleading, Manoj’s voice, defiant and cruel. 

I collapsed onto the couch, my hands clamped over my ears, trying to block out the chaos upstairs. The screams echoed, words I couldn’t make out, each one a reminder of the family shattering above me.

Minutes later, Dad came down the stairs, his footsteps heavy, his face a mask of devastation. His eyes were red, his cheeks wet with tears, he was crying, his shoulders slumped as if the weight of the world had crushed him. 

He didn’t look at me, just stood there, staring at the floor, his hands trembling.

Me: Dad, what happened? What’s going on?

Dad: Sanjay, it’s… it’s nothing you need to worry about right now. Just… pack your things. We’re leaving.

Me: Leaving? Why are you crying, Dad? What did Mom do? Is she okay?

Dad: Don’t ask me that, Sanjay. I can’t… I can’t talk about it. Just pack. We’re going, now.

Me: But what about Mom? Is she coming with us? What’s happening, Dad? Please, tell me!

Dad: Your mother… she’s made her choice. She’s not coming. We’ll be fine, Sanjay, just you and me. Now pack, let’s go.

His voice was calm but hollow, his words carefully chosen to shield me from the truth, but I knew. I saw it—Mom’s betrayal, her body wrapped around Manoj, her smile as she kissed him. 

I wanted to scream, to demand answers, but Dad’s broken expression stopped me. I nodded, grabbing my backpack, shoving clothes and books inside, my hands shaking. 

We left the house, the door slamming behind us, the sound final, like the end of everything I knew.




                                                                      Years Later




Three years passed, and the world had changed. Mom stayed with Manoj, and they had a daughter named Hareeta, a bright, curious girl with Mom’s eyes and Manoj’s smile. 

They lived in a small house across town, their life seemingly happy, a new family built on the ruins of ours. I heard through whispers that Mom and Manoj were married now, their love unapologetic, their bond sealed by Hareeta’s birth. 

Despite everything, I was happy for them, in a strange, twisted way. Mom seemed alive, free in a way she never was with Dad, her laughter brighter when I saw her.

Dad forbade me from seeing her, his pain still raw, his rules strict. But I couldn’t stay away. I’d sneak out, taking the bus to their house, sitting with Mom in their small garden, her sarees still vibrant, her smile warm but guarded. 

She never talked about what happened, never explained why she chose Manoj, why she broke our family. Her silence was loud, but I didn’t push. I just wanted to see her, to know she was okay.

At night, though, I saw more than I expected. Through the crack in their bedroom door, I’d catch them—Mom and Manoj, their bodies entwined, her moans echoing as he fucked her hard. 

Her pussy stretched around his cock, her ass jiggling as he took her from behind, her screams of “OHHH YESSS” filling the house. Sometimes, he’d fuck her ass, her body trembling, her face lost in pleasure, her saree discarded on the floor. 

I’d watch, my dick hard, my hand rubbing myself, unable to look away.

Hareeta, their daughter, became my friend. At 118 years old, she was curious, always asking me questions about college, about Dad, about why I came in secret. 

We’d play in the garden, her giggles a bright spot in my tangled world. But at night, when Mom and Manoj thought we were asleep, Hareeta and I would creep to their door, peeking through the crack. 

We’d watch Mom’s body bounce, her pussy or ass stretched wide, her moans wild, “AAHH UUUHH, MANOJ, YESSS.” Hareeta’s eyes were wide, her breath quick, but she didn’t look away either.

One night, as we watched, my hand brushed Hareeta’s thigh, and she didn’t pull away. My fingers found her pussy, rubbing softly through her pajamas, her breath hitching as she leaned into me. 

We kissed, her lips soft, her body warm, our secret growing in the shadows of Mom’s moans. It became our ritual—watching Mom and Manoj fuck, my hand on Hareeta’s pussy, her hand sometimes brushing my dick, our kisses quick and guilty. 

We were happy, in our own fucked-up way, bonded by the taboo, by the thrill of what we saw and what we did.

Hareeta: Sanjay, why do they do that? Mom’s so loud, it’s weird.

Me: It’s… what grown-ups do, Hareeta. They like it. Makes them happy.

Hareeta: It looks like it hurts, but she’s smiling. Do you like watching?

Me: Yeah, it’s… exciting. Do you like it when I touch you?

Hareeta: Mmm, yeah, it feels nice. Don’t tell Mom, okay?

Me: Never. It’s our secret, Hareeta.

We’d giggle, our hands exploring, our eyes locked on Mom’s body, her pussy or ass taking Manoj’s cock, her moans a soundtrack to our own forbidden game. 


I knew it was wrong, but I didn’t care. Hareeta and I were happy, our bond a strange mirror of Mom and Manoj’s, built on lust and secrets



 

                                                                 THE END!!

[aravindkkumar08]

Hey bro why you complete the story in a hurry. Climax is pathetic. You can elaborate with some more characters and scenes. You have the option in this story. Can you make alternative ending with threesome

[Rajeev Gupta]

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[prshma]

Finally the story came to an end. 

Rekha

How can a woman who claims to be a good wife betray her husband, her life partner, the co-sharer of all her life's joys and sorrows, the father of her child so shamelessly ? How can a woman who claims that she is a good mother abandon her own son, whom she had nurtured over all these years, seen him grow up playing on her lap, just for the sake of temporary sexual pleasure ? Her acts prove that she was never ever even worthy of being called a human being let alone a good mother or a good wife. She was never truly pious, she just pretended to be. Actually she possessed a character filthier than the city's gutters. Women like Rekha are a fucking disgrace to entire womanhood.

Sanjay

Another outright disgraceful personality. A boy whose blood doesn't boil seeing his own mom's blatant debauchery is not worthy of even being alive. Such a worthless wimp is just a burden on the earth's resources. This wimp kept watching and watching but did not even have the guts to confront those two bastards for once. Sanjay's spinelessness shattered a family which could have been saved. Sanjay's acts clearly show that he possessed zero love for his dad who had been like an umbrella over his head. Clearly worms like Sanjay doesn't deserve to live.

Amit

The one and only character in the story who doesn't invoke anger and disgust in the minds of the readers. Rather Amit invokes sympathy and compassion for him in the minds of the readers. The only person who has the character befitting a human being in the entire story. Hope he is able to take a befitting revenge for this betrayal. 

Manoj

A lowlife who broke apart a happy family. Just for the sake of sex he deprived a son of his mother's love and a husband from his life partner. Karma will definitely catch up on such a wretched scum. I wish for Manoj to helplessly see his daughter Hareeta slowly slide towards an incurable disease and finally die after a lot of suffering. Then only will scums like him understand the pain of the persons whose lives he had turned into a living hell due to his obnoxious lust.   

[sexypreeti]

Hey bro why you complete the story in a hurry. Climax is pathetic. You can elaborate with some more characters and scenes. You have the option in this story. Can you make alternative ending with threesome

I totally agree with you...I was not expecting such an amateurishly written  climax either from such a renowned and famous writer...

[Rajeev Gupta]

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[sexypreeti]

Boredom had settled into Fatima's bones, but she discovered a quiet joy in dancing, her hips swaying to the soft tunes of the radio in the living room. Her movements were graceful, almost defiant, as if each step pushed back against the weight of her solitary days. The loose salwar kameez she wore at home clung lightly to her curves, and her dark hair, free from her usual veil indoors, swayed with her rhythm.

Amir nodded, barely listening. “Yeah, okay, Mom, just be careful like you said. It’s your account, do what you want.” He set his glass down, his thoughts drifting to the courtyard and his friends, unconcerned about his mother’s online activities

New story calls for a new thread right? Or are you unsure?

[sexypreeti]

New story calls for a new thread right? Or are you unsure?

It struck me that you are trying to capitalize on the views/likes your previous story has received by continuing a new story under the same thread. Brilliant...

[Rajeev Gupta]

It struck me that you are trying to capitalize on the views/likes your previous story has received by continuing a new story under the same thread. Brilliant...

Yes exactly, while you hopelessly & sadly try to gain relevance by posting on my thread that is gaining viewership after you lost relevance & viewership long ago on all your threads!  


Actually, you have a good idea, let me create a new thread & watch how it will gain viewership faster & surpass all the views your thread got, are you ready for the challenge?

[sexypreeti]

Yes exactly, while you hopelessly & sadly try to gain relevance by posting on my thread that is gaining viewership after you lost relevance & viewership long ago on all your threads!  


Actually, you have a good idea, let me create a new thread & watch how it will gain viewership faster & surpass all the views your thread got, are you ready for the challenge?

I have my own following so what you say is totally irrelevant to me. Thank You  

I am also glad that you took time to reply. Thanks again!

[Thomas123456]

Mr. Vikram continuous Fuck got deleted??

[Rajeev Gupta]

Guys, there has been a lot of questions regarding the ending of this story & that of Mr Vikram which I deleted.

Should we revive Mr Vikram's story or continue Whispers of lust by adding unique plots??