Adultery My Hot Mom Fucked By This Strong Man.

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[Ganesh Gaitonde]

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I stayed crouched in the bush for a few minutes, my heart thumping like a drum from what I’d just seen. My dick was hard, the urge to jerk off burning inside me, but I couldn’t—not here, not when I needed to see how Mom would face Dad. 

I wanted to catch her expression, see if guilt would crack her or if she’d hide it like a pro. I scrambled up, sprinting back to the hall, my sneakers kicking up gravel, the night air sharp and cool against my sweaty skin. 

The garden’s fairy lights flickered behind me, casting long shadows, making the moment feel like a secret I was stealing.Inside, the party was electric—people danced to loud beats, their bodies swaying under colorful lights, drinks sloshing as laughter bounced off the walls. 

The hall smelled of perfume and sweat, with tables piled high with food and empty glasses scattered around. It was Dad’s biggest birthday ever, not because of the huge crowd or the fancy cake, but because Mom’s cheating turned it into something dark and unforgettable. 

I still couldn’t believe what I’d witnessed—Mom on her knees, her lips around Pranav’s dick, her eyes darting toward Dad in the distance. It was like the sex stories I’d read late at night, and the thrill twisted my gut, keeping me hooked.I weaved through the dancers, my eyes scanning every corner for Mom and Pranav. 

The music thumped in my chest, and the crowd’s energy made my skin buzz. I finally spotted them near the corner, standing next to Dad, like they’d just walked up to him casually. Pranav stood close to Mom, his arm brushing hers, his face calm but smug, while Dad was on her other side, grinning with a drink in his hand, oblivious to everything. 

I ran over, my heart racing, eager to hear what they’d say, the air thick with tension.

Dad: “Sonia, honey, there you are! I was looking everywhere for you—where’d you go? It’s my big night, and I wanted you right here with me. 
I even tried calling, but it didn’t go through.”


Mom: “Anil, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to worry you. I stepped outside for some air—the music was so loud, I needed a break. My phone must’ve had a bad signal out there. I’m here now, ready to celebrate your birthday with you.”

Pranav: “Yeah, Anil, I ran into Sonia outside and kept her company for a bit. These parties can get wild, and she just needed a moment to breathe. You’re lucky to have such a great wife, man. I made sure she was okay while you were busy.”

Me: “Hey, Dad, how’s the birthday going? You look like you’re having a blast. This party’s huge, isn’t it? How’s it feel to be the star tonight?”

Dad: “Karan, it’s awesome! I’m so happy—everyone’s here, the music’s great, and Sonia’s back by my side. This is the best birthday I’ve ever had. What about you, what’re you up to?”

Me: “Just hanging with my friends, Dad, having fun. The dance floor’s crazy—you should check it out. I’m glad you’re happy. Keep enjoying your night!”

Dad: “Karan, I’m really grateful for everyone who showed up tonight. Pranav’s been a good friend, coming out to support me. Sonia makes every moment better—she’s the best. I can’t wait to cut the cake with her later.”

Mom: “Anil, I’m just glad to be here with you now. I didn’t mean to wander off; the party just got a bit much for a moment. This is your night, and I want to make it special. Let’s dance together soon”

Pranav: “Anil, this party’s a hit, and you’re killing it as the birthday guy. I’m glad I could be here to celebrate with you and Sonia. She’s a real gem—don’t ever take her for granted. Let’s keep the good times going.”

Me: “Dad, you’re right, this party’s epic. I saw some guys pulling wild moves on the dance floor. I’m gonna hang with my friends some more, but I’ll check in later. Save me some cake, okay?”





Dad turned to Mom, his smile softening as he noticed her smeared lipstick, a red smudge across her cheek, and her hair, messy and loose from her neat updo. 

Her face looked nervous, her eyes darting for a split second, but she stood tall, holding herself together. 

Pranav gave her a sly smile, both of them knowing they were pulling one over on Dad. Mom glanced at Pranav while answering, a quick smile flashing, their secret like a thread tying them together in the crowded room.

Dad: “Sonia, what’s with your lipstick? It’s all smeared, like you wiped it off. Your hair’s messy too—what happened out there? You feeling okay?”

Mom: “Oh, Anil, it’s nothing—I must’ve rubbed my face outside. The breeze messed up my hair; it’s so windy out there. I’ll clean up in the bathroom soon.”




Pranav: “Yeah, Anil, it’s just the wind messing with her look. Sonia still looks amazing, doesn’t she? You’re lucky to have her looking this good on your big day. Let’s keep the party going—she’s here for you now.”

Dad: “You’re probably right, Karan—it’s just the wind. Sonia, you still look beautiful, even with a little smudge. I’m just happy you’re here now. Let’s grab a drink and hit the dance floor soon.”

Mom: “Thanks, Anil, you’re sweet to say that. I’ll fix my look in a bit; I just want to stay with you now. This party’s so fun, I don’t want to miss any of it. Let’s make tonight special for you.”

Dad grinned wide, turning to Pranav, completely blind to the truth. “Pranav, I’m so glad you came tonight,” he said. “It means a lot to have my supervisor here, celebrating with us. You’re a great friend, and this party’s better because of you.” 

Pranav’s smile stretched, his eyes glinting with a dark edge, like a predator watching easy prey.

Pranav: “Anil, the pleasure’s all mine. Being here with you and Sonia is a real treat. You’ve got a great life, man, and I’m happy to be part of it.”

Dad: “You’re a good guy, Pranav, always looking out. Sonia’s my everything, and having you here makes it special. Let’s toast to good friends and good times. This birthday’s already the best.”

Mom: “Anil, you’re making me blush with all this talk. I’m just happy to see you so excited tonight. Let’s keep celebrating—you deserve it. I’ll be right here with you.”

Me: “Dad, you’re loving this, huh? Pranav’s right—this night’s one for the books. I’m gonna find my friends and dance some more. Save me a spot for the cake cutting.”



In My Mind: "Dad’s such a fool, trusting Pranav like he’s his best buddy. Pranav’s his enemy, playing him right under his nose. I love watching this—it’s like a twisted game I can’t stop following."



In Mom’s Mind: I’m shocked Anil didn’t notice my lipstick or hair. I’m standing here, guilty as hell, and he’s smiling like nothing’s wrong. How can I face him after what I did with Pranav?




In Pranav’s Mind:   Anil’s so stupid, clueless while Sonia’s got my cum in her mouth. He’s praising me like I’m his friend, but I’m going to ruin his life. I’ll take Sonia and everything he has, starting tonight.





Dad leaned in to kiss Mom, his hand resting on her waist, his face soft with love. I froze, my stomach twisting—would she let him kiss her after sucking Pranav’s dick? 

It was so fresh, so raw, and now Dad was about to taste her lips, the same lips that betrayed him minutes ago. My heart pounded, the thought hitting me like a punch, mixing disgust with the thrill that kept me glued to the scene.




In Mom’s Mind:  Anil’s about to kiss me, and I’m scared he’ll taste Pranav on my lips. I’m a terrible wife, doing this on his birthday. I have to let him kiss me to keep him from suspecting, but I’m so ashamed.




Mom didn’t pull away, letting Dad kiss her to avoid making a scene. Their lips locked in a deep French kiss, their tongues sliding together, twisting in a slow, intimate dance under the hall’s dim lights. 







Dad’s hands pulled her closer, their mouths pressed tight, while Mom’s eyes flickered with guilt for a split second before closing, her face a mask of forced calm. 


I felt sick, my stomach churning—Mom had just given Pranav a blowjob, and now Dad was kissing that same mouth, completely unaware of her betrayal.





In Pranav’s Mind:  Anil’s tasting my cum in Sonia’s mouth, and he doesn’t even know it. He’s a pathetic fool, kissing his wife while I own her. I’ll destroy him, and he’ll never see it coming.







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Mom’s face stayed soft, her eyes warm as she looked at Dad, but it was all an act—she was playing the perfect wife, hiding her sin behind a smile. It showed she was in too deep, caught between guilt and the rush of her secret with Pranav. 


She was letting this twisted game play out, right in front of Dad, her loyalty split in a way that made my skin crawl with excitement. 





In Mom’s Mind:  I’m so sorry, Anil, for betraying you like this. I’m kissing you, but I’m thinking of Pranav, and it’s tearing me apart. I’m a horrible wife, and I don’t know how to stop this.




Dad pulled back, his smile bright, his eyes shining with love. Pranav clapped slowly, his grin sharp like a knife, but his applause wasn’t for their kiss—it was for fooling Dad, for the secret they shared behind his back. 

He was Dad’s enemy, every move a step toward tearing his life apart. I watched, my heart racing, loving how Pranav played the game, the hall’s noise fading as I focused on their drama.

Pranav: “Wow, you two, what a kiss! That was some real passion—way to show us how it’s done. Anil, you’re a lucky man to have Sonia. You guys keep the party alive with that kind of love.”

Dad: “Thanks, Pranav, I appreciate that. Sonia’s always been my rock—she makes every day better. That kiss felt special, like we’re young again. This birthday’s perfect with her here.”

Mom: “Anil, you’re too sweet. I’m just happy to be here, celebrating your big day. I love seeing you this happy.”

Pranav: “Anil, you and Sonia are the heart of this party. That kiss was something else—makes me jealous of what you’ve got.


Dad: “Pranav, you’re too kind—thanks for being here. Sonia’s the best part of my life, and tonight proves it. I’m ready to dance some more and keep the fun going. Let’s make this a night we all remember.”

Dad frowned a bit, touching his lips, his brow creasing. “Sonia, your mouth tastes kind of different,” he said. “It’s sweet, but not like usual. What’s that about?” Mom’s eyes flicked to Pranav, a quick glance, before she smiled at Dad, her face calm but tense.

Mom: “Oh, Anil, I popped a mint candy outside—that’s probably it. I grabbed one from my purse to freshen up. I didn’t want to taste like the party food. You like the sweet taste, don’t you?”

Dad: “Yeah, it’s sweet, really nice. I like it, Sonia—it’s different but good. You always surprise me”

Pranav: “Anil, you’re such a foolish man, falling for a mint candy trick. Sonia’s got you wrapped around her finger, doesn’t she? That sweet taste is just her magic, man. You’re one lucky guy, even if you’re a bit slow to catch on.”

Dad: “Sonia, you’re full of surprises, and I love it. That mint taste is great—keep those tricks coming. I’m ready to dance with you all night. This party’s everything I hoped for.”


Pranav: “Anil, you’re eating up Sonia’s sweet talk, aren’t you? She’s got a way of keeping things exciting."




Friends, Dad was such a fool, thinking Mom’s mouth tasted sweet from a mint when it was Pranav’s cum he was tasting. He stood there, praising Pranav, clueless that his “friend” was his worst enemy, plotting to steal Mom. The sweet taste was Pranav’s victory, a sick joke Dad didn’t get. He was so blind, trusting Pranav like a brother, making himself an easy target for betrayal.




In Mom’s Mind:  My husband Anil’s such a fool, not noticing the taste of Pranav’s cum in my mouth. I’m starting to wonder if Pranav’s right about him being clueless. Why am I questioning my husband like this?








Mom glanced at Pranav, and he winked at her, his eyes saying he was right about Dad’s stupidity. She quickly looked back at Dad, her smile tight, making sure he didn’t catch on. 

Pranav was Dad’s real enemy, a snake who wanted to ruin his life and take Mom for himself. To me, that was a good thing—the thrill of watching Dad’s world crumble was like a drug, fueling my excitement. 


The hall’s lights pulsed, casting shadows on their faces, making the moment feel like a scene from a twisted movie.Friends, ruining your friend’s life and taking his wife is the best kind of fun, especially when she’s beautiful like Mom.

Life’s about chasing that rush, breaking rules, and taking what you want. Wives aren’t owned—they’re meant to be shared, free for anyone bold enough to claim them. No man should care about another’s relationship; it’s all about the game, and I loved watching Pranav play it like a master.


The rest of the night, Mom stayed glued to Dad, laughing and dancing like the perfect wife, her hand on his arm as they moved through the crowd. Pranav watched from across the room, his eyes narrow, jealousy burning in his stare like a fire. 

I could tell he was plotting something bad for Dad—maybe spreading lies at work, maybe pushing Mom further, anything to break him. His jaw clenched every time Dad laughed, his hands twitching like he was holding back a plan. 

The party’s energy started to fade, the music slowing as people grabbed their coats.As the night ended, people headed out, shouting “Happy birthday, Anil!” as they passed Dad, some patting his back, others waving. 

I found my friends Rohan and Samir near the exit, their shirts damp from dancing, their grins wide. We high-fived, joking about the crazy moves we’d seen, and I promised to text them tomorrow about hanging out. 

Mom’s voice cut through the noise, sharp and tired, “Karan, we’re leaving!” Dad looked worn out, his eyes heavy, his smile weak as the long night dragged him down.I couldn’t stop thinking how useless Dad was, so blind to Mom’s betrayal, trusting Pranav like a close friend. 

He was a good-for-nothing fool, letting his enemy walk all over him while Mom played along. His birthday was a disaster, not because of the party, but because Mom and Pranav made a mockery of him. 

It made me happy, knowing Dad was clueless while I saw the whole twisted show, my heart still racing from the secret.As we were about to leave, Pranav walked up, his car keys jingling, a big grin on his face. 

“Anil, Sonia, let me give you guys a ride home,” he said. “It’s no trouble, and it’s the least I can do for the birthday man. My car’s right outside, nice and comfy. Come on, let me do you this favor.”

Mom: “Thanks, Pranav, but we’re okay. I appreciate the offer, though. We’ll be fine getting home on our own.”

Dad: “Sonia, hold on, let’s take Pranav’s offer. It’s a nice gesture, and I’m worn out from the party. He’s our friend, and it’ll be fun to ride with him. Come on, let’s do it.”

Pranav: “That’s the spirit, Anil! My car’s got plenty of room, and it’s a smooth ride. Sonia, you’ll love it—way better than your old car. Let’s make this night end on a high note.”

Mom: “Okay, Anil, if you’re sure, let’s go with Pranav. Thanks for the offer, Pranav—it’s really kind of you. I just want to get home and rest. It’s been a long night.”

Pranav: “Anil, you won’t regret this—my car’s a beast, perfect for a night like this. Sonia, you’ll see how nice it is to ride in style. I’m happy to help out my favorite birthday guy. Let’s hit the road and keep the good vibes going.”

Dad: “Pranav, you’re a lifesaver—thanks for this. I’m too tired to drive, and Sonia’s probably worn out too. It’s great to have a friend like you."

Mom: “Alright, Pranav, we’ll take the ride—thanks again. Anil’s right; it’s been a long night, and I’m ready to get home. Your car sounds nice; I’m sure it’ll be great. Let’s just make it quick so we can rest.”

Me: “Cool, Pranav, a ride sounds awesome. Dad, you’re gonna love this—Pranav’s car is probably super fancy. I’m ready to get home and crash. This party was wild!”





In Pranav’s Mind:    Anil trusts me so much, letting me drive his family home after I got a blowjob from his wife. He’s a complete idiot, and I’m going to use this to ruin him. Sonia’s mine, and he’ll never see it coming.




I laughed to myself, thinking how Dad let Pranav drive us home, clueless that he’d just given Mom a blowjob. We walked to his car, a shiny black SUV parked under the streetlights, its chrome rims gleaming like mirrors. 


Mom’s eyes widened, clearly impressed by the car’s sleek design, the leather seats visible through the tinted windows. Pranav smirked, his wealth on full display, a silent jab at Dad’s plain sedan parked nearby. 

Mom ran her hand along the car’s smooth door, her fingers lingering on the cool metal, her face showing a mix of awe and guilt as she climbed in.





Your thoughts guys! What do you think

[1234hitman]

Very hot story..no lag nice romance and sonia betrayal all parts are written well untill now
Make her suffer more with guilt but she should betray anil

[Deepak_bull]

Good job, I feel like I am in the story myself due to how well you wrote it.

[Mehtab_]

The hall pulsed with music, the bass vibrating through the floor, making my chest shake. Colored lights flashed over the dancers, their sweaty bodies swaying, drinks spilling as laughter bounced off the walls. 
 
Dad had just pulled back from kissing Mom, his face glowing with a clueless smile, completely blind to what she’d done with Pranav in the bushes.  
 
My stomach twisted with a sick thrill, the image burned into my mind: Mom on her knees, Pranav’s dick in her mouth, her eyes flicking toward Dad in the distance. It was so wrong, but it felt like I’d stumbled into a secret that made my heart race. 
 
 
 
 
 
Friends, Dad was such a fool, thinking Mom’s mouth tasted sweet from a mint when it was Pranav’s cum he was tasting. He stood there, praising Pranav, clueless that his “friend” was his worst enemy, plotting to steal Mom. The sweet taste was Pranav’s victory, a sick joke Dad didn’t get. He was so blind, trusting Pranav like a brother, making himself an easy target for betrayal. 
 
 
 
When we got home, the house was quiet, the only sound the faint hum of the fridge. I kicked off my shoes and slumped on the couch, too restless to sleep. Mom went straight to her room, her steps slow, her shoulders slumped.  
 
She sat on the couch in the living room for a while, staring at the wall, her hands twisting in her lap, her eyes lost in thought. Her face was tense, like she was carrying a heavy secret, her mind racing with what she’d done. 
 
In Mom’s Mind:  I can’t believe I did that to Anil. Hours ago, I was with Pranav, his dick in my mouth, so big, so thick, the taste so strong. Now I’m home, acting like nothing happened. Pranav’s so different from Anil—intense, powerful, alive. My body’s still tingling from him, my heart racing. I’m lying to Anil, smiling like everything’s fine, but I’m burning inside. Why can’t I stop thinking about Pranav? His eyes, his voice, his dick—it’s all in my head. I’m betraying Anil, and it’s wrong, but it feels so good.  
 
 
Dad walked into the living room, his shirt unbuttoned from the party, his face still happy but now a little worried. He sat next to Mom, his hand resting on her knee, his eyes searching her face. 
 
Dad - "Sonia, you okay? You’re so quiet tonight. You’ve been staring at the wall for ages. What’s on your mind? Did something happen at the party?" 
 
Mom - "Anil, I’m fine, really. I’m just tired. The party was so loud, so many people, you know? My head’s just spinning from all the noise and dancing. Also the tight clothing I wore was so tiring" 
 
Dad - "Yeah, it was wild, wasn’t it? Best birthday ever. But you seem off, like something’s bothering you. You sure you’re okay? You didn’t eat much at the party either."’ 
 
 
Mom - "I’m sure, honey. It’s just exhaustion. I danced a lot, and the music was so loud it gave me a headache. I’m okay now, just need some rest." 
 
Dad - "You were amazing out there, Sonia. Everyone kept saying how beautiful you looked. I’m so lucky to have you 
 
 
He squeezed her hand and stood up, heading to their bedroom. They bid me goodnight, and I replied back. I waited a few minutes, my heart racing, before sneaking down the hall.  
 
Their door was slightly open, and I crouched low, peeking inside. The room was dim, lit by a small lamp on the nightstand, casting soft shadows on the walls.  
 
Mom was on top of Dad, riding him slowly, his small dick inside her pussy. Her breasts bounced up and down as she moved, her body facing me through the crack in the door.  
 
 
 
 
 
Her face was tight, her moans soft and fake, like she was pretending to be aroused. Her eyes were distant, staring at the wall, her mind clearly somewhere else—probably with Pranav. 
 
 
 
In Mom’s Mind: I’m riding Anil, but it’s Pranav I’m thinking about. His dick was so big, so thick, filling my mouth in a way Anil never could. Hours ago, I was sucking him, tasting him, and now I’m here with Anil’s small dick inside me. It’s not enough. I’m so angry at myself for betraying Anil, for wanting Pranav so badly. This anger’s burning me up. I’m a liar, a cheat, but I can’t stop picturing Pranav’s dick, how it felt, how it tasted 
 
 
Her anger took over, her hips moving faster, harder, grinding down on Dad with a force that made the bed creak. Her breasts bounced wildly, her fat ass shaking as she rode him, the motion almost violent.  
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Her face was tight, her jaw clenched, like she was punishing herself through the act, her betrayal fueling her intensity.  
 
Dad’s eyes widened, his hands gripping her hips, surprised by her sudden passion. 
 
Dad - "Sonia, wow, you’re going crazy tonight! This is incredible. What’s gotten into you? You’re so wild!" 
 
Mom - "Oh, Anil, you feel so good," moaning "I just want you so bad tonight. Keep going, honey." 
 
Dad - "I’ve never seen you like this! You’re amazing, Sonia. Is it the party? You’re making this the best night ever." 
 
Mom - "Yeah, baby, it’s just… I’m feeling so much tonight, so horny" moaning "You’re making me feel good, Anil. Don’t stop fucking me." 
 
 
Dad - "God, Sonia, you’re so hot right now. I love this side of you. Keep moving like that!" 
 
Mom - "I’m trying, honey," moaning louder "You’re so good to me. I’m just… really into it tonight." 
 
 
 
In Mom’s Mind: Oh gosh, why am I pretending, I am feeling horny not because of my husband Anil but because of Pranav. 
 
 
 
Dad grinned, completely fooled, his face flushed with excitement as Mom’s hips slammed down harder.  
 
Their sex had started slow, deliberate, but Mom’s anger-driven intensity changed everything.  
 
Her breasts jiggled with each thrust, her ass shaking wildly, the bed creaking louder. Their sex life had always been good—Mom loved Dad, even with his small dick.  
 
But tonight, her body felt like it belonged to Pranav. Her pussy, her breasts, her ass—they were for Pranav, even if she hadn’t slept with him yet. 
 
She was riding Dad, but her mind was with another man. 
 
 
 
In Mom’s Mind: Pranav is all I can see. His dick, so thick, so strong—it’s like it’s calling me. I’m moaning for Anil, but I’m picturing Pranav’s dick in my mouth, its taste, its size. Why can’t I stop? How did I get here? I’m lying to Anil, pretending I’m his, but I want Pranav. His dick was so much better, so alive. I’m done feeling guilty. 
 
 
 
 
Friends, Mom deserves Pranav. Her pussy deserves him, not Dad. He’s a pathetic fool, so blind to what’s happening. Pranav’s better—stronger, smarter. Dad’s small dick can’t compare. Mom’s body is too good for him. She needs a real man, and I love watching her slip away from Dad. It’s hot, seeing her betray him like this. Every married woman dreams of this—screwing over their weak husband for someone better. It’s the best. 
 
 
 
 
Dad’s breathing got heavier, his face red.  
 
Dad - "Sonia, I’m about to cum! God, you’re driving me crazy!" 
 
Mom - "Oh, honey, I want to suck it," moaning "I want to taste you, Anil. Come for me." 
 
 
Mom slid off him, bending down quickly, her fat ass in the air as she took Dad’s small dick in her mouth.  
 
It didn’t fill her mouth like Pranav’s had. Pranav’s dick was big, thick, stretching her lips, while Dad’s was small, barely enough. She sucked him anyway, her head bobbing, but her mind was elsewhere. 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
In Mom’s Mind: Anil’s dick is so small, so weak compared to Pranav’s. Pranav’s was huge, filling my mouth, tasting so strong. I loved how it felt, how it made me alive. Anil’s nothing like that. I want Pranav’s dick again, want to taste it, feel its size. It’s so much better, so perfect. 
 
 
 
Dad groaned, and soon he came, his cum splattering on Mom’s face and dripping onto her breasts. He collapsed back on the bed, exhausted, and within minutes, he was snoring, fast asleep.  
 
 
Mom sat up, her face tight with disgust. She grabbed a tissue from the nightstand, wiping the cum from her face and breasts, her movements slow and deliberate.  
 
 
Her breasts, full and heavy, glistened with sweat, and the cum left faint streaks as she cleaned herself. Her face looked heavy, like she was thinking a lot, her eyes staring at the wall.  
 
She was angry—angry at Dad for falling asleep so fast, for not cuddling her, for being so clueless. 
 
 
 
In Mom’s Mind: Pranav wouldn’t sleep like this. He’d hold me, make me feel wanted. Anil’s so weak, so blind. Why can’t I stop thinking about Pranav? His dick, his eyes, his voice—it’s all I want.  
 
 
 
I watched from the door, my heart racing. It felt good seeing Mom think about another man, knowing she was pulling away from Dad.  
 
 
 
Friends, it’s so hot when a married woman thinks about another man during sex. All married women dream of adultery, of being with someone better than their boring husbands. It’s good, it’s exciting.  
 
They want a man who’s stronger, who makes them feel alive. Mom’s proving it, thinking of Pranav while she’s with Dad. I love it—it’s like she’s breaking free, and I’m cheering her on. 
 
 
 
 
Mom stood up, her fat ass shaking as she walked to the bathroom. Her curves swayed, her ass full and round, moving with each step.  
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
She turned on the shower, the water hissing as she stepped in. I could see her silhouette through the glass, her body moving as she washed herself, the water running over her breasts and ass.  
 
 
 
      
 
 
 
 
 
When she came back, she didn’t crawl into bed to hold Dad. Instead, she lay down facing away from him, her back to his sleeping body, her head resting on her arm.  
 
It was because of Pranav—her thoughts of him were pulling her away, making her distant from Dad.  
 
She couldn’t face him, not with Pranav in her mind, his dick still vivid in her thoughts. 
 
 
In Mom’s Mind: Pranav’s in my head, and I can’t push him out. His dick was so big, so perfect. I want it again, want him. Why am I like this? Anil’s right here, but I’m thinking of another man.  
 
 
 
It felt good to see Mom sleeping facing away from Dad. It meant she was already gone, her heart and body with Pranav. 
 
 
 Friends, Mom sleeping facing away from Dad is the best. It’s like she’s leaving him, her body and mind belonging to Pranav. It’s so hot, knowing she’s betraying Dad right in their bed. Every married woman should do this—dream of another man, let him take over. It’s the ultimate thrill, and I want Mom to keep going. 
 
 
 
I crept back to my room, my body buzzing with excitement. I shut the door, dropped my pants, and started masturbating, my hand moving fast as I pictured the bushes—Mom sucking Pranav’s dick, her lips tight around it, her eyes wild with desire.  
 
 
I wanted her to go further, to get fucked by Pranav, to betray Dad completely. 
 
 
 
 
 
 Friends, thinking about your mom fucking another man outside marriage is such a good feeling. It’s raw, it’s real. Her pussy deserves Pranav, not Dad’s pathetic small dick. Seeing her choose someone better, someone who takes what he wants, it’s the best. Dad’s a fool, and I want Mom to let Pranav have her. It’s so hot, I can’t get enough. 
 
 
 
 
The next morning, we got a call from Pranav. He invited us to his house for a “surprise” for Dad. It wasn’t a surprise, though.  
 
 
 
Friends, Pranav’s no friend—he’s Dad’s enemy, just wanting to see Mom’s breasts and fat ass again, using this fake surprise to fool Dad. He’s playing him, pretending to be nice while eyeing Mom’s body, planning to take her for himself. It’s all a game, and Dad’s too stupid to see it. 
 
 
 
Mom wore a red saree that day, which was rare—she hardly ever wore sarees. It was tight, hugging her curves, her big breasts pushing against the fabric, her fat ass so exposed it looked like it was begging to be noticed.  
 
 
 
Her black hair was tied in a loose bun, strands falling over her bare shoulders, the saree leaving her back and waist completely exposed, her skin smooth and glowing.  
 
She looked stunning, but her face was nervous, her hands smoothing the saree as she got ready. 
 
 
 
   
 
 
 
 
In Mom’s Mind: This saree’s so tight, it’s very rare that I wear sarees. Pranav is going to see everything—my breasts, my ass, my curves. I shouldn’t have worn this, but I wanted to look good. I’m nervous, but I’ll be fine. Nothing will happen. I’ll behave myself, even after yesterday. I have to stay in control. But it’s going to be tough. 

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We took a rickshaw to Pranav’s house, which looked like a mansion—huge gates, marble steps, fancy cars parked outside. It was massive, way bigger than our house, like something out of a movie.  
 
Dad was grinning the whole way, so happy to see his “friend” Pranav, his supervisor, not knowing what was really going on.  
 
 
 
Friends, Dad’s such a fool, always smiling at Pranav, thinking he’s a good guy. He’s blind to the truth—Pranav’s after Mom, ready to steal her right in front of him. It’s pathetic how clueless my dad is, and I love watching Pranav play him like this. 
 
 
 
We stepped out of the rickshaw, the sun hot on our backs as we walked up the marble steps. Pranav greeted us at the door, his smile wide but his eyes locked on Mom. 
 
Her saree clung to her body, her breasts and ass impossible to ignore. Dad shook Pranav’s hand, laughing, completely unaware of the way Pranav’s gaze lingered on Mom’s curves. 
 
 
Dad - "Pranav, this place is amazing! Thanks for inviting us. What’s this surprise you were talking about? I’m excited!" 
 
 
Pranav - "Anil, my friend, you’ll love it. Just a little something to celebrate your birthday properly. Come in, make yourselves at home." 
 
 
Mom - "Your house is beautiful, Pranav. It’s so big, so fancy. I didn’t expect this." 
 
 
Pranav - "Thanks, Sonia. It’s nothing compared to you in that saree. You look stunning today. Red’s your color."  
 
 
He winked at my mom but mom didn’t reply with anything. 
 
 
 
Dad - "Doesn’t she look great? I told her to wear a saree more often. You’re too kind, Pranav." 
 
 
Mom - "Oh, stop, both of you. I just picked this because it was clean. I’m not used to sarees, they’re so tight." 
 
 
Pranav - "You pull it off perfectly, Sonia. Come on, let’s head inside. I’ve got drinks and some food ready." 
 
 
Dad - "You’re the best, Pranav. I’m so glad you’re my supervisor and friend. This is gonna be a great day!" 
 
Pranav - "Oh, it will be, Anil. I promise you that. Sonia, you comfortable? Need anything?" 
 
Mom - "I’m fine, Pranav. Just happy to be here for Anil’s surprise. You didn’t have to go through all this trouble." 
 
 
Dad laughed, his arm around Mom, oblivious to the way Pranav’s eyes traced her body. We followed him into the mansion, the air cool and smelling of fresh flowers. Wow Sonia is looking marvelous today.  
 
 
 
 
In Pranav’s Mind:  Look at those breast, did she wear like this just for me. I Know she did. Wooow just look at her fat ass. I wonder how her anus smells like. OOh what a woman this is. I am going to rob this foolish Anil off Sonia very soon. 
 
 
The living room was huge, with leather couches, a massive TV, and a chandelier sparkling above. Mom’s saree swished as she walked, her ass swaying, her breasts bouncing slightly with each step.  
 
Pranav’s eyes followed her, his smile hiding his true intentions. I watched it all, my heart racing with excitement, knowing Dad was being played. 
 
 
After an hour or so, Pranav began telling my dad something, this was the beginning of everything, but what did he tell him?.................. 
 
 

Friends, it’s so hot when a wife cheats on her husband—she’s breaking free, living for her own desires, not some boring marriage vow. We should all be enemies to guys with beautiful wives, chase them, and fuck their wives—it’s the ultimate thrill. 

There’s nothing better than stealing a woman who’s supposed to be loyal; it’s power, it’s fun, it’s what life’s about. Mom cheating on Dad with Pranav proves she’s got that fire, and I love seeing Dad get played like a clueless fool.


Inside Pranav’s mansion, the air felt thick, the marble floors gleaming under chandeliers that dripped with crystal. Mom’s red saree clung to her curves, her big breasts pushing against the tight blouse, her fat ass swaying as she walked through the grand living room.


Pranav’s eyes followed her every move, his gaze sharp with envy whenever Dad touched Mom’s arm or waist. His jaw clenched, his hands twitching like he wanted to shove Dad aside—or worse—just to have Mom to himself. 

He stared at Mom’s ass, the way it shook with each step, the saree so tight it outlined every curve, making his eyes burn with hunger.

In Mom’s Mind: Pranav’s probably watching my buttocks shake in this saree—it’s so tight, I can’t control how they move. It’s embarrassing, but it makes my skin tingle knowing he’s looking. Why am I even thinking about him like this?


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My dick twitched watching Pranav’s stare, the way he lusted after Mom right in front of Dad. It was hot, knowing he wanted her so bad he might do something evil to Dad just to get her. 

The room felt charged, like a storm was brewing, with Dad’s clueless smile making it all the more twisted. Pranav’s face darkened, and he cleared his throat, his voice sharp as he spoke.

Pranav: “Anil, Sonia, I need to talk to you both about something important. It’s about work, Anil, and it can’t wait. I’ve got an emergency situation, and it needs your attention. Come sit, we need to discuss this now.”

The room’s luxury making Dad look small and out of place. Dad’s smile faded, his brow creasing as he sensed Pranav’s mood.

Dad: “Pranav, you look upset—what’s wrong? Is everything okay at work? I thought this was a surprise for my birthday. What’s the emergency?”

Pranav leaned forward, his eyes cold, locking onto Dad like a predator. I knew this was no emergency—it was Pranav’s plan to get Dad out of the way so he could fuck Mom. 

My heart raced, the thrill of his scheme making my skin buzz. He was playing Dad like a puppet, using his power as supervisor to manipulate him, and I loved every second of it.

Pranav: “Anil, there’s a big project issue at the office. We need you to travel to the new branch in Delhi—today. It’s critical, and you’re the only one who can handle it. The company’s counting on you.”

Dad’s face went pale, his hands fidgeting on his lap. Mom shifted in her seat, her saree rustling, her eyes darting between Pranav and Dad. 

The room’s air felt heavy, the chandelier’s light casting shadows that danced on the walls.

Dad: “Delhi? Today? Why so sudden? I mean, I just had my birthday, and I was hoping to spend time with Sonia and Karan.”

Mom: “Pranav, what’s going on? Anil’s supposed to be off this week. Why does he need to leave so fast? Can’t someone else handle it?”

Pranav: “Sonia, I wish it could wait, but this is a major client deal. Anil’s the best guy for the job—he knows the system inside out. It’s only for a few months, and it’ll be a big boost for his career. You want him to succeed, don’t you?”

I sat there, my heart pounding, knowing Pranav was lying through his teeth. This was his move to get Dad out of the picture, to have Mom alone in this huge mansion. 

The idea of Pranav fucking Mom while Dad was gone made my dick hard, the thought so dirty and exciting I could barely sit still. Dad looked confused, his mouth opening and closing like he was trying to process it.

Dad: “A few months? How long exactly, Pranav? I need to know what I’m getting into. Can’t we talk about this first?”

Pranav: “Four months, Anil. It’s a big opportunity, and you can’t say no. The tickets are already booked—you leave tonight. Don’t make this harder than it needs to be.”

Dad’s eyes widened, shock written all over his face. He glanced at Mom, his hand reaching for hers, like he wanted more time with her. The room felt tense, Pranav’s voice sharp, his patience wearing thin. 

Mom’s fingers tightened around Dad’s, but her eyes flicked to Pranav, a mix of worry and something else—maybe excitement.

Mom: “Four months is a long time, Pranav. Anil’s been working so hard already. Is there no other way? We were planning to spend time together as a family.”

Pranav: “Sonia, I get it, but this is non-negotiable. The company needs Anil, and he’s got to step up. It’s good for his future—and yours. You’ll be fine here, and I’ll make sure you’re taken care of.”




Friends, I felt so good watching Pranav pull this off, so proud of him for outsmarting Dad. He’s a genius, sending Dad away just to get Mom alone—it’s the ultimate power move. I love how he’s playing Dad like a fool, setting it up to fuck Mom while Dad’s stuck in Delhi. This is why Pranav’s the man—screwing over a guy like Dad to take his beautiful wife is the best kind of victory.



Dad kept asking questions, his voice shaky, and Pranav’s face turned red, his eyes narrowing with anger. He stood up, towering over Dad, his voice booming in the quiet room.

Pranav: “Anil, stop asking so many damn questions! This is your job, and you do what I say. You’re wasting my time with this nonsense. Just get ready to leave, now!”

Dad flinched, his face pale, and then, to my shock, he slid off the couch and knelt at Pranav’s feet, grabbing his toes like a beggar. It was pathetic—Dad, on his knees, pleading with the man who got a blowjob from Mom and now wanted to fuck her. 

My stomach twisted with disgust, but also excitement, knowing Pranav had Dad completely under his thumb. Mom’s eyes widened, her hand covering her mouth, but I saw a flicker of contempt in her gaze.




In Mom’s Mind: Anil’s such a pathetic idiot, kneeling like a dog for Pranav. What a weak, useless man, groveling in front of the guy who had my lips around his cock. How did I marry such a spineless fool? Pranav’s so much stronger, so much better, and I can’t stop wanting him.



Dad: “I’m sorry, Pranav, I didn’t mean to upset you. I’ll do what you need, I promise. I just wanted to understand. I’ll get ready, don’t worry.”

Pranav glared down at Dad, his voice cold and sharp, like a whip cracking. The room felt smaller, the air thick with his control over Dad.


Pranav: “Anil, don’t ever question me like that again. You’re lucky I’m giving you this chance. Kiss my toe and show me you understand. Do it now, or you’re done.”

Dad hesitated, his face red, then leaned down and kissed Pranav’s toe, his lips trembling. It was the most pathetic thing I’d ever seen—Dad, so foolish, kissing the foot of the man who wanted his wife, who’d already had her mouth on his dick. 

It meant Dad was nothing, a weak man who’d let his enemy walk all over him. Pranav looked at Mom, winking with a sly grin, his eyes gleaming with victory. 

Mom smiled for a second, confused, then looked away, her face tightening as she stared at the floor.

In Mom’s Mind: Anil’s kissing Pranav’s toe like a coward—what a disgusting man. Pranav’s so powerful, so in control, and I can’t stop thinking about him. Why am I drawn to him when my husband’s such a weakling?

Pranav’s tone changed, sharp and commanding, like he owned the room. “Get up, Anil, and leave. Your flight’s booked for tonight—go pack. Don’t waste my time.” Dad scrambled to his feet, his hands shaking, and turned to Mom and me, his eyes wet with panic.


Dad: “Sonia, Karan, I’ve got to go. It’s work, and I can’t lose this job. I’ll be back soon, okay? I love you both.”He kissed Mom’s cheek, quick and clumsy, then hugged me, his grip weak. 

I stood there, my heart racing, knowing Pranav’s plan was working perfectly.

Me: “Dad, where are you going? What’s this emergency? You’re leaving right now? What about us?”

Dad: “Karan, it’s a big work thing in Delhi. I don’t have a choice—Pranav says it’s important. I’ll call you every day, I promise. Just take care of your mom while I’m gone.”

Me: “Okay, but this is so fast. Why can’t they send someone else? You just had your birthday.”

Dad: “I know, son, but I’ve got to do this. Pranav’s counting on me, and he’s a good guy. I’ll make it up to you and Mom when I’m back. I love you.”


Dad grabbed his coat and rushed out, his footsteps echoing in the mansion’s hallway. It happened so fast, like Pranav snapped his fingers and Dad obeyed. 

Pranav held so much power over him, like a king ordering a servant, and Dad didn’t even see it. My heart pounded, loving how Pranav was winning, setting the stage to have Mom all to himself.




In Dad’s Mind: How did this emergency come up so sudden? It’s okay, I can’t lose this job—Pranav’s giving me a big chance. He’s a great guy, and I’m lucky to have him as my supervisor.



Pranav stood in front of Mom, the room quiet, the air awkward and heavy. Mom shifted, her saree rustling, her big breasts heaving slightly as she breathed. Pranav’s eyes locked onto her, his grin sharp, like he’d already won.




In Pranav’s Mind: I threw Anil in the trash where he belongs, and now Sonia’s all mine. I’m going to fuck her so hard, make her forget that pathetic fool. This is my victory, and she’s my prize.



I sat on the couch, pretending to watch TV, my heart racing as I watched them. I wanted Pranav to fuck Mom, to take her right here in this mansion, to make her his completely. Pranav stepped closer, his hand brushing Mom’s shoulder, her body tensing under his touch. 


She looked uneasy, her eyes darting to the side, but she didn’t pull away.

Pranav: “Sonia, you don’t need to rush home. Anil’s gone, and you’re free here. Stay the night—Karan too. My place is big enough for both of you.”

Mom’s eyes flicked to me, her face unsure, her fingers gripping her saree. I could tell she was nervous, but I wanted to stay, to see what Pranav would do next.

Me: “Pranav, are we really staying here? Sounds cool—can we spend the night? Maybe a couple of days? This place is awesome.”

Pranav: “What do you think, Karan? You like it here, don’t you? My mansion’s got everything—stay as long as you want. Sonia, you’re good with that, right?”


Mom looked at me, a small smile on her lips, but her eyes were worried. She nodded slowly, her voice soft.

Mom: “Karan, if you’re okay with it, we can stay. I don’t have any extra clothes, though. This saree’s all I brought. I just want to make sure you’re comfortable.”

Pranav: “Sonia, don’t worry about clothes. I’ve got a whole wardrobe upstairs—dresses, sarees, anything you need. You’ll look amazing in them. Stay, relax, make yourself at home.”


I grinned, knowing Pranav was setting the stage to fuck Mom tonight. My dick twitched at the thought, the thrill making my skin hot. Later, as the evening closed in, the mansion’s lights dimming, Pranav turned to Mom, his voice smooth but commanding.


Pranav: “Sonia, it’s getting late—mind cooking something for us? I’d love to try your food. Karan’s hungry too, aren’t you? It’ll be a nice way to end the day.”

Mom: “Sure, Pranav, I can cook something. I’ll make some curry and rice—it won’t take long. Karan, you’ll like it, right? I’ll head to the kitchen now.”



In Mom’s Mind: He’s asking me to cook, but what if he tries to fuck me tonight? My heart’s racing—I don’t know if I can handle being alone with him. Why am I even thinking about his cock again?



In Pranav’s Mind: Tonight, I’m going to fuck Sonia so hard she’ll forget Anil’s pathetic little dick. She’s mine now, and I’ll make her scream my name. This mansion’s my playground, and she’s my prize.



That night after we ate, Mom pulled me aside, her voice low, her eyes nervous. The mansion’s halls were quiet, the air cool and heavy with tension. She leaned close, her saree slipping slightly, showing her shoulder.

Mom: “Karan, I want to sleep in your room tonight. I think it’s better if we stay together. It’s a big place, and I’d feel more comfortable. You okay with that?”

Pranav: “Sonia, hold on—this mansion’s huge. No need to share a room; I’ve got a big one just for Karan. He’ll have fun in there—TV, games, everything. You don’t need to worry.”


Me: “Mom, I want that room! It sounds awesome—let me check it out. You’ll be fine, right? I’ll be nearby if you need me.”


Mom: “Karan, if you’re sure, I guess it’s okay. I just want you to have fun. I’ll be in my room, not far. Sleep well, honey.”

Mom came over, kissing my forehead, her lips soft but trembling. “Goodnight, Karan,” she said, her voice shaky. Pranav pointed to a door down the hall, a big grin on his face.

Me: “Goodnight, Mom, goodnight, Pranav. I’m gonna crash in that room—looks cool. See you guys tomorrow. Thanks for letting us stay.”

Mom: “Goodnight, honey. Sleep tight, okay? I’ll see you in the morning. Rest well.”

Pranav: “Night, Karan. Enjoy the room—it’s got everything you need. Sonia, I’ll show you your room next. Get some rest, both of you.”

My heart was pumping, eager to wait, knowing what might happen. I didn’t even bother bathing, too wired to care. At 10 PM, I sneaked out of my room, the mansion’s halls dark and silent, the marble floor cold under my feet. 

I knew Pranav’s room was upstairs, but when I peeked in, it was empty, the bed untouched. My heart pounded harder, knowing my dream was coming true—Pranav was going to fuck Mom. 


I ran to Mom’s room, tiptoeing through the quiet mansion, the big windows letting in moonlight. I hid behind a curtain, peeking through the glass, and my jaw dropped—my dick got hard instantly at what I saw

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Friends, it’s so hot when a wife cheats on her husband—she’s breaking free, like what my mom is doing to my dad, chasing her own desires with Pranav, spitting on her marriage vows. We should all be enemies to guys with beautiful wives, hunt them down, and fuck their women—it’s the ultimate rush.  

 
Nothing beats stealing a loyal wife; it’s power, it’s fun, it’s what life’s all about. Mom cheating on Dad with Pranav proves she’s got that wild spark, and I love watching Dad get played like a clueless fool. 




 
My heart pounded as I peeked through the mansion’s big window, the moonlight casting a silver glow over Mom’s bedroom. Inside, Pranav had her pinned against the wall, his hands gripping her shoulders, her body pressed tight against him.  
 
Her big breasts crushed into his bare chest, the pinkish nightdress slipping up her thighs, revealing soft, creamy skin. The sight was so filthy, so hot, goosebumps erupted across my arms, my dick throbbing instantly.  
 
This was Mom betraying Dad again, her body yielding to Pranav’s hunger, and the raw thrill of it made my skin burn. How did he get into her room?  Pranav is really a good man to want to fuck my mom. 
 
The door was locked when she went to bed—did she let him in, her guilt crumbling under desire, or did he sneak in with a key, his plan too slick for her to stop?  
 
The room smelled faintly of jasmine from her perfume, the air thick with tension, the bed’s silk sheets glinting in the dim light. 
 
Pranav wore only his shorts, his muscles taut, sweat beading on his skin. Mom’s nightdress hugged her curves, her big breasts heaving, her fat ass barely covered, swaying slightly as she squirmed.  
 
“Sonia, we did it—we got rid of  that good for nothing Anil,” he growled, his voice low and smug, leaning so close his breath grazed her cheek. “That imbecil husband of yours is gone for four months, and now it’s just us, baby. We’re going to enjoy every second, you and me. I’ve been dreaming of you since his pathetic birthday party.” 
 
Mom’s eyes widened, her hands pressing against the wall, her body stiff with panic. “No, Pranav, I’m not interested,” she pleaded, her voice trembling, almost begging.  
 
“I can’t do this to Anil—he’s my husband. Please, don’t push me. I just want to be a good wife.”  
 
Her words shook, but her eyes betrayed her, flickering with conflict, like she was fighting a fire inside her. 
 
“I’ve been thinking about you every damn day,” Pranav snarled, his hands sliding to her waist, pulling her closer. “That night at your husband’s birthday, your lips on my cock in the bush, your body so close—I wanted to fuck you right there. I dreamed of your big ass bouncing, your pussy dripping for me, your moans filling my ears. Stop acting like you don’t want this, Sonia.”  
 
His voice was rough, dripping with filthy desire, the room’s silence amplifying every word. Mom shook her head, her lips trembling, her fingers digging into the wall.  
 
“No, Pranav, I don’t want that,” she whispered, her voice desperate. “That night was a mistake—I shouldn’t have done it. I’m married, and I love Anil. Please, stop talking like this.”  
 
Her nightdress slipped further, exposing the curve of her breast, her breathing fast and uneven. 




 
“Don’t pretend,” Pranav snapped, stepping closer, trapping her against the wall. “I know you’ve been waiting for this, for a real man to fuck you. Your pussy was so wet in that bush—you can’t lie to me. You loved sucking my cock, didn’t you?” 

His eyes burned into hers, his grin wicked, like he knew he was breaking her down.“ Remember that night, Sonia?” he pressed, his voice low and taunting, the moonlight catching the sweat on his chest. 

“You were on your knees, my cock in your mouth, your tongue all over it. Your pussy was dripping—you wanted me so bad. Why was it wet if you didn’t love it?” 

The words hung in the air, heavy, like a trap closing around her. Mom’s eyes darted away, her hands clenching, her breath hitching. “Stop it, Pranav! Stop reminding me about that day, I don't want to think about it” she cried, her voice cracking. 

“I’m a good mother, a good wife—I can’t do this. Cheating would destroy my family, my life. It’s too dangerous, and I won’t hurt Anil like that. ”

"Your husband Anil is a pathetic fool who doesn’t deserve you,” Pranav sneered, his hands tightening on her hips. “He’s weak, kissing my toes like a dog, while I’m the one you want. Forget him. You’re gonna scream my name tonight, Sonia.” 

His voice was cruel, no manners, just raw hunger to ruin Mom and Dad’s marriage, his hatred for Dad dripping from every word.“No, Pranav, this is wrong,” Mom begged, pushing against his chest, her hands weak, her strength fading. 

“If Anil finds out, it’ll break him—our family will fall apart. I can’t do this to my son Karan either. Please, we have to stop.” Her voice was a whisper, her eyes wide with fear, but a spark of desire lingered, betraying her words. 




In Mom’s Mind:  Pranav’s right—I wanted him that night, my pussy was wet for him. But I can’t have sex with him, I’m Anil’s wife, Karan’s mom. Why is it so hard to say no when my body’s screaming yes? 





“Fuck your family, Sonia,” Pranav growled, his eyes dark with contempt. “Your husband Anil is a loser who can’t satisfy you. I hate that bastard, and I’m gonna take you from him. You’re mine, and you know it—stop fighting it.” 


He leaned in, his lips brushing hers, the kiss slightly forceful but slow, romantic in a twisted way, like he was claiming her soul. His hands cupped her face, pulling her closer, his body pressing her against the wall, promising everything Dad couldn’t. 






Mom’s hands stayed limp at her sides, not touching him, hiding her desire, but her lips softened, letting his tongue slide against hers, deep and hungry. The room’s air felt electric, the soft creak of the floor under their weight adding to the tension.

She pulled back, her eyes wide, shocked, staring at Pranav like she’d woken from a dream. “This is so wrong,” she whispered, her voice trembling, her nightdress slipping to show more of her breasts. 

“If Anil finds out, please, I don't want this to go further than its already is.” Her chest heaved, her big breasts rising and falling, the moonlight making her skin glow. "Who cares about Anil?” Pranav scoffed, his fingers tracing her jaw, his voice dripping with disdain. 

“He’s a weak idiot who doesn’t know what you need. I don’t give a damn about your family—I want you, Sonia. You’re gonna be mine, no matter what.” His hatred for Dad was clear, his words sharp, like he wanted to crush Dad’s life just to have Mom.



Friends, I always knew Mom as the good mother, teaching me all good manners, telling me to be kind and honest. But now, seeing her with Pranav, I’m so happy she’s turning to be an immoral mother, it’s fucking hot. A bad mom who cheats is the best, breaking every rule for her own pleasure. I love watching her change, becoming the woman who is shameful, who fucks another man behind Dad’s pathetic back. 


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Pranav kissed her again, harder, his lips devouring hers, his hands gripping her waist, pulling her tight. Mom’s body trembled, overwhelmed, her eyes fluttering as she melted into him, her resistance crumbling like sand. 

Her big breasts pressed against his chest, her nightdress riding up, showing her thighs and the curve of her fat ass. The kiss was deep, their tongues twisting, the room silent except for their heavy breathing and the faint rustle of her dress. 



In Mom’s Mind: Pranav's lips taste so good, so sweet—I can’t believe I’m in his arms while my pathetic husband is away. It feels so right, even though it’s so wrong. Pranav’s taking over my heart, and I don’t know how to stop him.



He broke the kiss, his fingers brushing her lips, his eyes locked on hers, a wicked grin spreading. “Your lips are perfect, Sonia—so soft, so sweet,” he murmured, his thumb tracing her mouth, wet from his kiss. 

“I could kiss you all night, make you forget that loser Anil. You’re driving me wild, you know that? His pathetic pecks can’t compare to this.”

“Don’t say that, Pranav,” Mom whispered, her voice shaky, her body still as a statue. “You didn’t have to kiss me—I’m not yours. I’m still Anil’s wife. This can’t happen again.” 

Her eyes flicked down, her hands twisting in her nightdress, but she didn’t move away, her breath uneven. "Stop lying to yourself,” Pranav growled, his voice low and commanding. 

“You love my kisses more than Anil’s weak attempts. I know you better than he ever will. You’re mine now, Sonia—admit it.” His words were like a challenge, his eyes daring her to give in, the room’s dim light casting shadows on their faces. 

He took her hand, his grip firm, and led her to the bed, the silk sheets glinting in the moonlight. She sat down, her fat ass sinking into the mattress, her nightdress riding up further, showing her smooth thighs. 

He grabbed a bottle of watermelon juice from a shelf, pouring it into two glasses, the pink liquid sparkling like a secret. It wasn’t random—he knew it was Mom’s favorite, probably from watching her at the party or work, a sly move to show he cared more than Dad ever did. 

The glasses clinked softly, the sound sharp in the quiet room. "Here's your favorite, Sonia—watermelon juice,” he said, his voice smooth, handing her a glass. “I remembered you love it. Drink up, relax with me. You deserve to feel special tonight, not ignored like Anil does.”

“You didn’t have to do this, Pranav,” Mom murmured, her hands trembling, holding the glass tightly. “I’m fine, really. I just want to sleep. Please, don’t make this harder than it is.” Her eyes stayed on the juice, her fingers gripping the glass like a lifeline. 

"Sonia, I know you better than Anil ever will,” Pranav whispered, his tone romantic but edged with menace. “He doesn’t even remember your birthday, does he? I’m here for you, making you feel cherished. You’re with the right man now, not that pathetic fool.” 

His words were soft but cutting, his hatred for Dad clear in every syllable. 



In Mom’s Mind: Pranav remembered my favorite juice—how does he know me so well? Anil never even remembers my birthday, let alone what I like to drink. Is Pranav the man I should be with, the one who actually sees me?



Friends, cheating mothers are the best—mothers who ditch loyalty are so hot, living for themselves, not their boring husbands. It’s awesome when they fuck other men, breaking free from guys like Dad. I love how my mom is about to betray my poor dad.


I endorse it, love seeing Mom turn bad, craving Pranav over that loser. It’s the hottest thing, watching her betray everything for a real man. Mom held the glass, her hands shaking, not sure what to do, her eyes fixed on the pink liquid. 

Pranav sat next to her, so close their thighs touched, the bed creaking softly. She didn’t drink, her face tense, her body stiff with fear. The room’s air felt heavy, the moonlight casting a soft glow on her nightdress, her big breasts rising with each nervous breath. 

"Don't be scared of me, Sonia,” Pranav murmured, his hand brushing her arm, his voice soft but firm. “I’m not gonna hurt you—I’m here to make you feel good. Drink the juice, relax. You’re safe with me tonight. ”

"I’m scared, Pranav,” Mom whispered, her voice barely audible, her eyes still on the glass. “Cheating’s wrong—it’ll ruin my family, my life. Anil trusts me, and Karan needs me. I can’t do this, no matter what you say.” 

Her words trembled, her fingers tightening around the glass, her fear clear but wavering. “You’re wasting your life with that idiot. Drink, Sonia—I’m gonna take care of you tonight. You know you want this, so stop fighting it.” 

His voice was commanding, his fingers sliding through her hair, slow and deliberate. Mom hesitated, then lifted the glass, sipping the juice, her lips wet with the sweet liquid. 

Pranav’s hand stayed in her hair, stroking softly, her body softening under his touch, her eyes still down. The room was quiet, the only sound her soft sips and the faint rustle of her nightdress. 


In Pranav’s Mind:  I’m gonna fuck this bitch so hard tonight, make her scream my name. Anil’s a pathetic fool, I am going to fuck his wife and I will get rid of him for good and Sonia’s my slut now. I’ll destroy that idiot’s life and take her for myself.


They sat in silence for a few minutes, the tension thick, the room warm with their closeness. Pranav took her glass, setting it on the table with his, the clink echoing in the quiet. 

He stood in front of her, towering, his eyes dark with hunger. Mom’s face was down, staring at her lap, her hands clenched—she was scared, ashamed, but drawn to him, her body betraying her mind. 

The moonlight caught the sweat on her skin, her nightdress clinging to her curves, her big breasts heaving slightly. "Look at me, Sonia,” Pranav commanded, his voice low and firm, stepping closer. 

“Come on, don’t hide that pretty face. You know what’s coming. Lift your head now.” Mom slowly raised her face, her eyes widening, a gasp escaping as Pranav pulled down his shorts. 

His 11-inch dick sprang free, huge and thick, making her freeze. She stared, her lips parted, her hands gripping the bed, shocked by his size. The room felt smaller, the air charged with his boldness. 



In Mom’s Mind: Oh gosh, he’s pulled out his penis—that massive cock again. I remember the bush, how it felt in my mouth, and now I’m wondering if I’ll suck it again. Why can’t I stop thinking about it? 



"Please, Pranav, don’t do this,” Mom pleaded, her voice trembling, her eyes locked on his dick. “I’m not that kind of woman. I can’t betray Anil like this. Stop, I’m begging you.”

“You’re a slut, Sonia, and you know it,” Pranav growled, his voice harsh, stepping closer. “You loved my cock in that bush, and you want it now. Suck it, slut—do what you’re meant to do. Stop pretending you’re some good wife.”

“Don’t call me a slut!” Mom cried, her voice desperate, her hands shaking on the bed. “I’m Anil’s wife, Karan’s mom—I’m not like that. Please, don’t make me do this. I can’t hurt them again. ”You’re my slut, Sonia, and you love it,” Pranav sneered, his dick inches from her face. 

“That wet pussy in the bush proved it. Suck my dick now, or I’ll make sure Anil knows what you did. Do it, you filthy whore.”



In Mom’s Mind: I love how he called me a slut and a dirty whore—it’s so wrong, but it feels so good. I love how he calls me such names. It makes me feel something weirdly good inside me. Am I really a slut for him? I can’t stop wanting his cock, even if I shouldn’t. Why does this excite me so much? Oh no! I think I am Pranav's whore and I am beginning to be his whore.
 
 

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