Adultery My Hot Mom Fucked By This Strong Man.

[Aamirpqrs]

Plz don't make this another cuckold story
You are also making karan cuckold..
Atleast atleast make karan the real man??

you should make him hero by saving his mom and make  her his woman and enjoy everything
What pranav wanted from his mom??
If you do that 
I will be a blockbuster story?
Plz do that writer sahab

[Aarav_]

Update soon, the story is really hot

[SMOD-P]

Plz don't make this another cuckold story
You are also making karan cuckold..
Atleast atleast make karan the real man??

you should make him hero by saving his mom and make  her his woman and enjoy everything
What pranav wanted from his mom??
If you do that 
I will be a blockbuster story?
Plz do that writer sahab

Stop your requests... Just let writer write what he wants to... In ny perception the story is going fantastic...

[Aamirpqrs]

Stop your requests... Just let writer write what he wants to... In ny perception the story is going fantastic...

And i am giving my suggestion to  story betterment.. and i am not forcing him to fullfill my request 
It's his choice

[Mehtab_]

The moonlight poured through the mansion’s window, bathing Mom’s bedroom in a silver glow, the air thick with jasmine from her perfume. Pranav stood over her, his 11-inch dick hard and towering, his eyes burning with hunger. “Sonia, suck it now,” he demanded, his voice rough, stepping closer, his shorts pooled at his feet. 

“No more pretending—you want this cock.” Mom sat on the bed, her pinkish nightdress riding up her thighs, her big breasts heaving. Her hands trembled, reaching for his dick, her fingers shaking as she wrapped them around its thick base, her eyes locked on it, wide and conflicted. Her nightdress made her look like a whore.


MY MOM WORE THIS KIND OF NIGHTDRESS





She was salivating, a thin line of drool slipping from her lips, her tongue darting out instinctively. I watched, my heart pounding, my dick throbbing—Mom staring at his massive cock was so hot, her hunger clear despite her denials.




In Mom’s Mind: I’m salivating just looking at Pranav's tantalizing massive cock—it’s so big, it looks so big and massive. I can’t help it, my body wants this. Why am I so drawn to him when I should say no?




“Don’t make me do this,” Mom pleaded, her voice soft, her fingers tightening around his dick, her trembling betraying her words. “I’m someone else's wife—I can’t betray my husband like this.” 

She started rubbing, her hands moving slowly up and down his shaft, her grip firm but hesitant, like she was fighting herself. I knew she was pretending—she knew exactly how to rub a dick, her strokes too smooth, too practiced for a “good wife.” 

What a slut my mom is, all this time she was pretending to be a good wife to my dad but now look at her rubbing another man's dick like a good whore should do.

The room was silent except for the soft rustle of her nightdress and Pranav’s heavy breathing, the moonlight glinting off his cock.

“You’re too good at this, Sonia,” Pranav groaned, his eyes narrowing, a smirk spreading. “Bet you learned from watching porn, didn’t you? No way that bastard Anil taught you to stroke like that. You’re a dirty girl under all that good-wife act.” 

His voice was thick with lust, the words dripping with filth, the bed creaking as he leaned closer.

“No, I don’t watch that stuff, don't drop me to that level of filth” Mom whispered, her hands still moving, her face flushed. “I’m not like that, Pranav. I’m just… trying to make you stop.” 

Her denial was weak, her fingers gliding faster, betraying her skill. She leaned forward, spitting on his dick, the saliva glistening as it dripped down his shaft, her eyes wide with shock at her own action.

“Fuck, Sonia, spitting on my cock?” Pranav chuckled, his voice low and filthy, surprised by her boldness. “You’re dirtier than I thought—look at you, getting it nice and wet for me. Keep rubbing, you know you love it. Anil’s never seen this side of you, has he?” 

Mom stayed silent, her hands working faster, sliding along his slick cock, her fingers tight, her movements steady despite her trembling. Pranav groaned, his head tilting back, his voice rough. “Damn, your hands are magic, Sonia. Better than any porn star. Keep going, make that cock yours. Don't pretend that you want this cock in your mouth” 


The room filled with the wet sound of her rubbing, her nightdress slipping further, showing the curve of her ass.



Friends, seeing Mom treated like a slut by Pranav is so fucking good—it’s the hottest thing ever for me to experience. I love watching her turn slut, destroying her vows she made to dad during their marriage, becoming Pranav’s dirty girl, breaking every rule.

A mom who is a slut is the best mom ever, and I embrace it, cheering her on as she betrays Dad. It’s raw, it’s wrong and forbidden, and that’s why it’s perfect and so good to see. Good moms are boring, slutty moms are the best.



Mom’s hands slowed, her lips parting as she leaned closer, her breath hot on his cock. Step by step, she guided it to her mouth, her tongue brushing the tip, hesitant but drawn in. 

Her lips stretched around his massive dick, struggling to take it, her eyes watering as she pushed it in halfway, her mouth full. I was so excited, my dick throbbing, watching Mom become a slut slowly, her good-wife mask slipping away with every inch she took. 

The moonlight caught the tears on her cheeks, her hands gripping his thighs for balance.

“It’s too big, Pranav,” Mom mumbled, her voice muffled, pulling back slightly, her lips wet. “I can’t… it’s too much.” Her words were shaky, her mouth hovering over his cock, saliva dripping down her chin.

“I know when a woman is pretending,” Pranav growled, his hands sliding behind her head, fingers tangling in her hair. “You can take it, Sonia. Suck it like you mean it—don’t play innocent now, you are already my whore, it's too late.” His voice was commanding, his grip firm, pushing her head closer, forcing his dick deeper.

“Let me do it myself,” Mom pleaded, her voice desperate, her hands pushing against his thighs. “Don’t force me, Pranav. I’ll do it, just… let me go slow.” Her eyes flicked up, meeting his, her face flushed with fear and desire.

“It’ll fit inside your mouth, just like you sucked it that time at the bush,” Pranav sneered, his hands loosening slightly, but still guiding her. “You took it then, and you loved it. Suck it, Sonia—show me how much you want it.” 

Mom started sucking slowly, her lips sliding halfway down his cock, her mouth stretching, her cheeks hollowing as she worked. The wet slurping sound filled the room—slurp, slurp, gluck—mixing with Pranav’s groans and the faint creak of the bed. 






“Fuck, that’s good,” he groaned, his voice thick. “Look at you, taking my cock like a pro. Anil’s tiny dick never got this, did it? Keep going, you dirty girl.”

Mom pushed deeper, her lips trembling, her tears streaming as his dick choked her, filling her mouth completely. Step by step, she moved forward, her tongue swirling, her throat relaxing until his entire 11-inch cock was inside, her nose pressed against his skin. 

Pranav’s hands tightened on her head again, ignoring her earlier plea, holding her there as she gagged. “That’s it, Sonia,” he moaned, his voice filthy. “Swallow that whole fucking cock. You’re my slut now, not Anil’s boring wife. Look at you, choking for me.” 

The room’s air was thick, the jasmine scent mixing with sweat, the moonlight casting shadows of their bodies on the wall. Simultaneously, Mom’s hands gripped his thighs, her nails digging in, her body trembling as she sucked. 






Her nightdress slipped, showing her big breasts heaving, her fat ass swaying slightly on the bed. My dick was rock-hard, my excitement overwhelming as I watched her become Pranav’s slut. I unzipped my pants, pulling out my cock, stroking it slowly, my eyes glued to Mom’s lips around his dick. 

Step by step, I matched her rhythm, my hand moving on my dick as her mouth slid, my heart racing with the thrill of her betrayal. Pranav’s groans grew louder, his hips twitching, the wet slurp, gluck, slurp echoing, Mom’s tears dripping onto the bed.



In Mom’s Mind: Pranav's cock tastes so good, so strong—I love it, even if I’m pretending I don’t. Pranav knows I can’t hide it anymore, my body’s betraying me. I can’t pretend when he sees right through me.



Mom’s sucking sped up, her head moving faster, Pranav’s hands guiding her, pushing her deeper. “You love this cock, don’t you?” he taunted, his voice a low growl. “Nod if you’re my dirty girl.” 

Mom nodded, her mouth full, unable to speak, her eyes watering as she sucked harder. “Fuck, you’re perfect,” he groaned, his hands tightening. “Anil’s never made you choke like this, has he?” 

She nodded again, the gluck, gluck, slurp louder, her saliva dripping, her breasts bouncing with each movement. The room’s heat was stifling, the window fogging slightly from my breath as I watched, my hand stroking faster. What a slut my mom is.

I am now starting to believe that actually all those years, my mom was just a slut who could cheat my dad very very very easily as she is doing now following another man's order while sucking his cock.









Suddenly, Mom pulled back, coughing hard, her hand on her chest, her face red. “I need a break,” she gasped, wiping her tears, her body shaking, overwhelmed. She leaned forward, her hands on her knees, her nightdress slipping to show her thighs, her breathing ragged.


“What’s wrong, Sonia?” Pranav chuckled, his voice smug, stepping closer. “Can’t handle a real man’s cock? You’re doing so good, don’t stop now.” His grin was wicked, his eyes glinting in the moonlight.


“I just need a second,” Mom panted, her voice weak, her hands trembling as she wiped her mouth. “It’s too much, Pranav. I can’t keep up. Your thing is so  huge, wait a little please” Her eyes darted away, her body slumped, showing how overwhelmed she was, her tears staining her cheeks.

“The fact that you are choking means that you are already loving it. You deserve a man who makes you choke, Sonia,” Pranav bragged, his voice thick with pride. 

“You’re mine now, built for my cock. Keep sucking—you were born for this.” Mom hesitated, then leaned forward, taking his dick again, this time sliding it in quickly, her mouth fitting easier, her lips stretching wide. 

Pranav moved fast, his hips thrusting, the slurp, gluck, slurp filling the room, louder and wetter. Mom’s hands moved to his balls, sucking them gently, her tongue swirling, her eyes half-closed with focus.

“Fuck, Sonia, sucking my balls like that?” Pranav groaned, his voice filthy and approving. “You’re a dirty whore, better than Anil could ever dream. Keep going, make those balls yours. You’re my slut, and you love it.” 







Mom stayed silent, her mouth working, her breasts heaving as she sucked, the bed creaking under her movements. Pranav pulled her up, and started kissing her mouth. 

I saw his hands all over my mom's big fat ass. Let me tell you, my mom's ass is such a gorgeous ass, it is so plump, so fine and beautifully fleshy. Pranav is such a lucky man to enjoy squeezing and kneading the flesh of the ass of another man's wife.






After squeezing her fat ass, he started positioning her on the bed, yanking off her nightdress. She was left in red panties and a bra, her curvy body glowing in the moonlight, her big breasts spilling over the bra, her fat ass barely covered. 

“Look at this body,” he murmured, his hands roaming her curves, his eyes hungry. “Why you so curvy, Sonia? Built for fucking, aren’t you? Anil never appreciated this, did he?” 

His voice was low, taunting, his fingers tracing her hips. “I did all you wanted, Pranav,” Mom whispered, her voice shaky, her hands clutching the sheets. “Please, let me go now. I can’t do more. This is enough. I will feel wrong if we do this” 

Her eyes were wide, pleading, but her body didn’t move, betraying her words. “The game’s just started, Sonia,” Pranav sneered, climbing on top of her, his body pinning hers. “I’m not done with you—you’re mine tonight.” 

His hands slid to her panties, pulling them down, his fingers brushing her thighs, down to her feet, the red fabric falling to the floor. Mom crossed her legs, trying to hide her pussy, her hands trembling, her face flushed with shame and desire. 




In Mom’s Mind:  I can’t believe I’m with another man, naked on his bed. This feels so good but at the same time it feels so forbidden. Why do forbidden things feel so good? I’m so sorry, my love Anil, for betraying you like this. I am sorry but Pranav is just on another level. He is such a good man. I am sorry Anil, but I think I can't stop this. I think I will contin.......continue.. sorry Anil.



“Don’t hide that pussy, Sonia,” Pranav growled, parting her legs with his hands, exposing her shaved pussy, glistening in the moonlight. “Why’s it shaved so nice? Getting ready for me, weren’t you?” 

His voice was filthy, his eyes locked on her, his grin wicked. “Please, don’t say that,” Mom whispered, her voice trembling, her legs shaking as he held them apart. “I shave for myself, not you. I’m not that kind of woman. Stop comparing me to them” 

Her words were weak, her eyes avoiding his, her pussy exposed despite her protests. “Your pussy’s beautiful, Sonia, and look at it, it's already wet like last time” Pranav murmured, leaning closer, his breath hot on her skin. 

“Shaved, wet and perfect, just for me. Your husband has never seen it this good, has he? You’re mine now, every inch of you.” His voice was soft but cruel, his hands holding her thighs open.

He moved to her face, his lips inches from hers. “I love you, Sonia,” he whispered, his voice low and intense. “You’re everything Anil’s not. I’m gonna make you mine forever.” His eyes burned into hers, his hands cupping her face, ready to kiss her.

“Don’t, Pranav,” Mom pleaded, her voice soft, pushing weakly against his chest. “I can’t do this—it’s wrong. Please just go back to your room” Her protest was faint, her body trembling as he leaned closer, his lips brushing hers.His kiss was deep, hungry, his tongue sliding into her mouth, her lips softening despite her resistance. 

The room was silent except for their breathing, the smack of their lips, and the faint creak of the bed. Mom’s hands stayed down, her body tense, but she didn’t pull away, her moans soft—aahhh, ohhh—mixing with her shaky breaths. 

Woow! Is my mom moaning while another man is sucking her pussy? Woow this is music to my ears.

“Please, stop,” she gasped between kisses, her voice barely audible. “Open your mouth, Sonia,” Pranav demanded, pulling back, his eyes glinting. “I wanna spit in it—taste me, baby. You know you want it.” 

His voice was filthy, his grin daring her to obey.“ No, that’s disgusting,” Mom gasped, her face twisting in disgust, shaking her head. “I can’t do that, Pranav. It’s too much.” 

Her lips trembled, her hands clutching the sheets, her body stiff. “Come on, Sonia, just a little,” Pranav coaxed, his voice softer but insistent. “Open up for me. You’re gonna love it, I promise.” He leaned closer, his breath hot on her face, his eyes locked on her lips.

“I can’t,” Mom whispered, her voice cracking, shaking her head again. “What are you thinking, this is so filthy. I won’t do it.” Her eyes flicked away, her body trembling, but her lips parted slightly, reluctant, unsure.

“Please, Sonia, my love, open your mouth,” Pranav urged, his voice low, almost pleading. “Be my girl tonight. Let me in.” His fingers brushed her chin, tilting her face up, his eyes burning with desire.

Mom hesitated, her lips parting wider, reluctant, her eyes squeezing shut as she opened her mouth. Pranav spit into it, a slow, deliberate stream, the saliva hitting her tongue, glistening in the moonlight. 

She flinched, her face twisting, almost spitting it out, her hands gripping the sheets tighter. Pranav’s hand cupped her chin, holding her face still, his thumb pressing her lips closed. 

“Swallow it,” he whispered, his voice firm, his eyes locked on hers. Mom’s throat moved, swallowing reluctantly, her face flushed with disgust and something else—pleasure.




In Mom’s Mind:  His spit tastes good, even if his face isn’t. I love being treated like a slut—Anil never did this, never made me feel this alive. Why am I letting myself enjoy this?



Pranav moved to her breasts, his lips closing around her nipple, sucking hard through the red bra. “These tits are perfect,” he murmured, his voice thick, his tongue swirling. 

“Built for a real man, not that loser Anil.” Mom moaned—uhhh, ohhh—her hands clutching the sheets, her body arching slightly. “Oh, Pranav,” she gasped, her voice shaky, her moans louder—aahhh, mmm—as he sucked harder, his hands squeezing her breasts.






He slid down quite fast, his mouth finding her pussy, his fingers slipping inside, curling slowly. The wet slurp of his tongue mixed with Mom’s moans—ohhh, uhhh—her thighs trembling, her pussy glistening in the moonlight. “Your pussy’s so sweet and wet,” he groaned, his fingers moving faster, the room filled with the sound of her wetness and his sucking.

I saw how he rolled his tongue over and over her pussy lips. It appeared that my mom's wet pussy juices was making it sweeter for Pranav and giving him the incentive to suck more.

Pranav was such a real man. This man really knows how to pleasure a woman. The fact that it is my mom who is being given all this pleasure, for me, as her son, was feeling good to see her in this kind of ecstasy. 









To be continued.... Give me your thoughts guys....what do you think of the story so far???

[Wasifahim]

Best keep continue

[Farz@123]

Give more updates in a single day... One of the best stories

[Ganesh Gaitonde]

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[Paty@123]

Keep going plz

[kohli2458]

Amazing update

[Mehtab_]

Glad you liked it guys. Update coming soon

[Mehtab_]

Friends, I love how Mom’s betraying Dad—it’s so hot, watching her ditch that fool for Pranav. Betrayal’s good because it shows she’s living for herself, not some boring marriage. 

Mom’s doing the right thing, fucking a real man who makes her feel alive. Marriage is nothing, just a trap that keeps women from what they really want. I’m proud of Mom for breaking free, becoming a slut for Pranav.







Moments after Pranav’s tongue swirled on her pussy, Mom’s moans erupted—aaaahhhhhhh—her voice raw, trembling with pleasure. His fingers curled inside her, stroking her wet walls, leaving her no choice but to surrender to the heat. 

Her big breasts heaved in her red bra, thighs quivering, body arching into his mouth. When a woman’s horny, her pussy rubbed like that, she can’t help but moan, even if she’s cheating, her body betraying her vows. 

The moonlight bathed the silk sheets, jasmine perfume mingling with the musky scent of their bodies, the wet slurp of Pranav’s tongue echoing in the quiet room, the bed creaking under Mom’s writhing.

If Dad knew, he’d be shattered, tears streaming down his face, his heart broken by Mom’s betrayal. It’d cut deeper than anything—knowing his wife’s pussy was wet for Pranav, her moans for another man. He’d feel worthless, his trust destroyed, his life crumbling. 

But who cares about Dad? Mom’s happy with Pranav, her face glowing with ecstasy, her body alive in ways Dad never managed. Pranav’s tongue danced skillfully, flicking her clit, his fingers sliding in and out, hitting every sensitive spot. 

His lips sucked softly, then harder, the squelch of her wetness loud, her red panties discarded on the floor, her shaved pussy glistening in the dim light. The room’s air was thick, sweat beading on their skin, the window fogging from my breath as I watched.“Your pussy’s a fucking treasure, Sonia,” 

Pranav groaned, pulling back, his lips wet, admiring her. “So juicy, so tight—like it was crafted for me. Anil never tasted anything this good, did he?” 

His tongue darted back, teasing her clit, fingers curling faster, making her hips buck. Oooohhhhhhh, Pranav, Mom moaned, her voice shaky, calling his name, her face flushed, eyes half-closed in bliss. 

Her lips trembled, cheeks red, eyebrows knitted, her expression torn between guilt and surrender, mouth open as she gasped. Her hands gripped the sheets, her fat ass shifting, the bed creaking louder with each movement.


In Mom’s Mind: This feels too good, overwhelming—I tried so hard to fight it, Pranav is such a hot man, he made me fall for him already, but I can’t deny the pleasure. I’m becoming his slut, even if it’s wrong. Let me enjoy this forbidden thing at least for once. I’ll let myself be his slut, just this once, no matter how bad it is.


“Your pussy’s a masterpiece, Sonia,” Pranav murmured, his fingers slowing, his eyes glinting. “Like a ripe fruit, dripping just for me. You’re wild already, and we’re only warming up.” 

His voice was teasing, hungry, the moonlight catching the sweat on his chest.“Please, don’t make me a filthy woman,” Mom pleaded, her voice trembling, fingers digging into the sheets. 

“I’m not that kind, Pranav—don’t turn me into this.” Her eyes were wide, desperate, but her legs stayed open, her pussy wet and inviting.


In Pranav’s Mind: I’ll pleasure Sonia until she forgets that idiot Anil. She’s mine, and I’ll make her body scream, make her crave my cock. She’s already wild, and I’m just getting started.


After ten minutes of relentless sucking, Pranav stood, his legs trembling from ecstasy, his chest heaving, sweat glistening. Mom looked confused, her thighs quivering, pussy glistening, face flushed with need. “Why did you stop?” she whispered, her voice soft, almost needy, her hands reaching for him instinctively.

“I want you to ride me, Sonia,” Pranav growled, his eyes burning into hers, his dick hard and towering. “Get on top, show me how you move. Time to feel a real man’s cock inside you.” 

His voice was shameless, thick with lust, the room heavy with their heat.“I’ve never been with another man,” Mom murmured, sitting up, her red bra tight, breasts spilling over. 

“I’m a good wife, Pranav. This is wrong—I’ve only ever been with Anil.” Her words faltered, her eyes flicking to his cock, desire betraying her protest.

“Fuck that idiot Anil,” Pranav sneered, lying back on the bed, his dick pointing up, glistening in the moonlight. “You want this, Sonia. Climb on—ride me like you’ve been craving.” 

His voice dismissed her fears, his hands patting the sheets beside him. I was beyond excited, my dick throbbing, watching Mom about to take another man’s cock in her pussy for the first time since her marriage. 

My heart pounded, the thrill of her betrayal making my skin burn, my hand stroking my cock faster through my pants. Mom climbed on top, her movements hesitant, her red bra and panties glowing in the dim light. 

She straddled him, her hands trembling as she gripped his dick, fingers wrapping around its thick base, eyes wide with fear and hunger.

In Mom’s Mind: I’m so sorry, Anil, I am so sorry, we have been married for so long but, I am very sorry, for betraying you like this. But now, I don't care anymore, I am dying to feel Pranav’s cock, to try it just once. I’m filthy, and I hate myself, but I can’t stop wanting this. I know you will not know about this but I am sorry in the future.

Pranav was about to fuck my mom and I cound't wait. "Karan might wake up,” Mom whispered, her voice shaky, holding his dick, thighs straddling him. 

“What if he hears us? I can’t let him see me like this.” Her eyes darted to the door, her face flushed with panic.“Karan’s in a deep sleep,” Pranav chuckled, his hands resting on her hips. 

“He won’t hear a thing, Sonia. Stop stressing about that kid and focus on my cock.” His grin was wicked, his voice brushing off her fears.

“I’m scared, Pranav,” Mom murmured, her hands still on his dick, body tense. “This could destroy my family. And your cock… it’s too big, it won’t fit in my pussy.” 

Her voice trembled, her fingers shaking on his shaft.

“Betrayal’s just part of life, Sonia,” Pranav said, his tone calm, almost reasonable. “Marriages break all the time—women need men who make them feel alive, not losers like Anil. I want to destroy your marriage with Anil. You deserve this pleasure. My cock’ll fit—your pussy’s ready. Just do it.” 

His words were convincing, his hands steady on her hips, easing her doubts.“It’s too big,” Mom whispered, her voice cracking, eyes locked on his dick. 

“Anil's dick is… he’s smaller. I’m not used to this, Pranav. It’ll hurt.” Her lament was soft, her hands trembling, but her body stayed in place.

Pranav’s jaw clenched, annoyed by her endless worries, his hands gripping her hips tighter. “Enough complaining, Sonia,” he snapped, his voice sharp. 

“Your pussy’s wet enough—take it now.” His irritation was clear, the bed creaking as he shifted, urging her on.He guided her hips, lifting her slightly, his dick brushing her wet pussy. 

“Take it, Sonia,” he growled, his voice low, hands steady. “Feel that cock—it’s all for you.” Mom moaned—mmmmhhhhh—as his tip entered, her juices and his saliva making it slick. 

test ban phim


I watched, my dick out, stroking fast, the sight of his cock sliding into Mom’s pussy sending shivers through me. She struggled, her face twisting, hands gripping his shoulders as she lowered herself, his dick stretching her slowly, the squelch of her wetness loud.

“It’s too much,” Mom gasped, her voice trembling, thighs shaking as she took more. “I’ve never had a cock this big, Pranav. It’s so tight.” Her eyes watered, lips trembling, pussy clenching around his tip.




“You’re doing great,” Pranav groaned, pushing her down, relentless, until his dick slid deeper, stretching her fully. “Anil’s little dick never stretched you like this, did it? Fuck, you’re perfect.” 

Mom moaned louder—aaaahhhhhhh, oooohhhhhhh—her screams like a storm breaking, echoing through the room, her body trembling as his cock filled her completely.

“Quiet, Sonia,” Pranav warned, his voice sharp, hands gripping her hips. “You’ll wake Karan with those wild screams. Ride me soft, or he’ll see you acting like my whore.” 

His words were filthy, eyes glinting with control, sweat dripping down his chest.Mom moved back and forth, her pussy swallowing his dick, her movements slow but steady, her fat ass swaying, the squelch of her wetness louder. 



Her thighs quivered, hands on his chest, bra barely containing her bouncing breasts. The room’s air was thick, jasmine fading under the smell of sweat and sex, the slap of their bodies mixing with her moans.



In Mom’s Mind: His cock’s so huge, stretching me so much—I can't take it, Pranav is so huge, but it’s so good. I can’t believe how much I love this, how much I need it. I’m a slut, and I can’t stop. Ooh this is the worst thing I have ever done in my entire life, betraying my husband and having another man's dick inside my sacred pussy but it feels good to do forbidden things sometimes.


“Move on your own, Sonia,” Pranav urged, his voice thick, hands loosening on her hips. “Ride that cock—show me how bad you want it.” His eyes burned into her, his grin wicked, the bed creaking louder.

“I’m trying, Pranav,” Mom moaned, her voice strained, hips moving faster—mmmmhhhhh, oooohhhhhhh. “It’s hard… it’s so big, but I’m trying.” Her pussy swallowed his entire dick, movements smoother, her pussy elastic, stretching to fit him, her fat ass bouncing with each thrust.




Friends, I love how Pranav wants to destroy Dad’s life just for Mom—it’s so fucking hot. He’s ruining my dad's world, stealing his wife, and I’m all for it. It’s the ultimate power move, taking Mom’s pussy while Dad thinks Pranav’s his friend. Betrayal’s the best, and I cheer Mom on for it.


Dad thought Pranav was a great guy, praising him as his boss, clueless about reality. Pranav’s cock was deep in Mom’s pussy, her moans filling the room, her body betraying everything Dad trusted. 

My dick was out, stroking up and down, matching Mom’s rhythm, the thrill of her betrayal making me dizzy. The room’s heat was stifling, sweat and sex overpowering the jasmine, the squelch and slap loud in the quiet.

“You’re my woman now, Sonia,” Pranav groaned, hands squeezing her ass, guiding her faster. “Forget Anil—you’re built for my cock, not his sorry excuse.” 

His voice was filthy, eyes gleaming with victory. “No, I’m married,” Mom moaned, her voice shaky, hips still moving, screams loud—aaaahhhhhhh, uuuuhhhhhhh. 

“I can’t be yours, Pranav. I’m Anil’s wife, Karan’s mom.” I knew she was pretending, her pussy too wet, her movements too eager for her words to hold truth.

In Mom’s Mind: I’m a slut now, not a good mother to Karan, not a good wife to Anil. I’m filthy, disgusting, but I can’t control it—his cock feels too good. Sorry, Anil, I’ll do this just once, enjoy it just once. I hope my son Karan is in deep sleep. If he saw me riding another man, he’d never call me Mom again. I’m betraying my husband and my son, but I can’t stop this. I don't want to think about my  husband now, I just want to enjoy Pranav's big dick inside my slutty pussy.


Friends, I love Mom for doing filthy things, breaking every rule. A slutty mom is what I want her to be—so much better than a boring one. I support her depraved, wrong behavior, cheering her for fucking Pranav, spitting on her vows. It’s dirty, it’s bad, and that’s why it’s perfect.


Then, a shock hit—Mom’s phone buzzed sharply, cutting through her moans, ringing from the shelf. She froze, eyes wide with panic, her pussy still tight around Pranav’s dick, hands gripping his chest. 

I asked myself if it was my dad who is calling her at this time of the night. I wish it was him calling so that I could see how my mom would react and talk to him on the phone as she rides Pranav, ooohhh yesssss.




Her face went pale, lips trembling, breath hitching as she stared at the phone, fear and guilt flooding her. The moonlight caught the sweat on her skin, her red bra glowing, her body tense.

“Answer it, Sonia,” Pranav chuckled, his voice smug, his dick still inside her. “Let’s make this fun—pick it up.” His grin was wicked, hands holding her hips, keeping her in place.

“No, I can’t,” Mom whispered, her voice trembling, thighs shaking around him. “Not like this, Pranav. Please, don’t make me do it.” Her eyes flicked to the phone, her face flushed with dread.




“I want you to answer with my cock in your pussy,” Pranav growled, reaching for the phone, his movements slow, deliberate. “It’s hot, Sonia—do it for me.” 

He grabbed the phone, glancing at the screen. “It’s Anil, that fucking loser. Talk to him, let him hear you.” His voice dripped with contempt, handing her the phone, his eyes glinting.


In Mom’s Mind: Anil’s calling now? Why is he calling me now when I am enjoying Pranav's dick. I’m shocked—this is insane. But it’s hot, so thrilling, answering him with Pranav’s cock inside me? Should I talk to my husband on phone while another man's dick inside my pussy? Ooh I think I should do it. Should I do it? I want to—I’ll pick it up. Let me answer it.


Mom took the phone, hands trembling, her pussy still swallowing Pranav’s dick. I watched, stroking faster, the sight of her about to answer Dad’s call while riding Pranav pushing me over the edge. 

My cum spilled onto the door, hot and sticky, the thrill of her betrayal so intense I shook. 

It was the hottest thing—Mom fucking Pranav while Dad called, clueless, her pussy betraying him in real-time. My heart pounded, cum dripping down the door, my dick still hard as I kept watching.  Will she answer the phone?????

[Farz@123]

Just amazing.... Waiting for more

[Wasifahim]

Amazing update man update soon

[kohli2458]

Yes , she will answer the phone while riding her new Lover PRANAV

[Mehtab_]

Thanks readers.  A very mesmerizing updates is on the way!!!

[Mehndi 99]

one of the best stories...make your mom wear the lowest saree and the skimpiest blouses for her lover and get a navel piercing or a tattoo on her breast for her lover too...make her a cum slut ...keep going, fantastic and hot story

[Wasifahim]

one of the best stories...make your mom wear the lowest saree and the skimpiest blouses for her lover and get a navel piercing or a tattoo on her breast for her lover too...make her a cum slut ...keep going, fantastic and hot story

Totally Agree Also Take her and son to.vacation where she will wear bikini and enjoy her 2nd suhagraat With pranab in saree or lehenga in 1st sex then 2nd sex lingering and Stocking

[Mehtab_]

Mom clutched the phone, her voice steady as a rock, betraying no hint of the 11-inch dick buried deep in her pussy. “Yes, honey,” she purred, her tone sweet, calm, like she was curled up with a book instead of riding Pranav’s cock. 
“I’m just at home, relaxing in bed.” Her hips rolled slowly, deliberately, her fat ass bouncing with each careful thrust, the squelch of her wet pussy muffled by her controlled movements. Sweat glistened on her skin, trickling down her spine, her red bra straining against her heaving breasts, the moonlight casting long shadows across the silk sheets. 

Her face remained composed, lips parted slightly, eyes flicking between the phone and Pranav’s wicked grin, no trace of worry in her expression. The room reeked of sweat and sex, the faint jasmine of her perfume drowned out, the bed creaking softly as her thighs trembled, her pussy gripping him tight. 

My dick hardened again, throbbing in my hand, the sight of Mom fucking Pranav while talking to Dad so filthy it set my skin on fire, the dried cum on the door a reminder of my earlier climax.


Dear friends, I’m so fucking proud of Mom for screwing over my pathetic Dad while riding Pranav’s dick. She’s making that fool look like a clueless idiot, her pussy grinding on another man while she lies to his face. 
Dad’s a miserable loser, thinking she’s loyal when she’s fucking his boss. A bad mom who’s a dirty slut is the best kind—she’s chasing her own pleasure, spitting on that dumb marriage. This betrayal’s so hot, it’s what life’s about—nasty, raw, filthy fun.


Pranav nodded toward the phone, his grin sharp, eyes glinting with malice. “Put it on loudspeaker, Sonia,” he whispered, his voice low, dripping with cruel delight. Mom hesitated for a split second, her fingers steady as she tapped the screen, the speaker buzzing to life with a faint hum. 



She handed the phone to Pranav, her hips never stopping, her pussy sliding up and down his cock, the squelch growing louder, her red bra glowing in the moonlight. Pranav placed the phone on the nearby shelf, its glow casting a faint blue light across the room, the wood creaking under its weight. 
Mom’s voice stayed smooth, “Everything’s fine, honey,” she said, her tone warm, her thighs quivering as she rode, her fat ass bouncing rhythmically. 
Dad was being played like a fool, his voice tinny through the speaker, clueless that his wife’s pussy was dripping for Pranav, her body betraying him with every thrust. I felt a twinge of pity for Dad, his trust shattered unknowingly, but I didn’t care—Mom’s pleasure was too hot, her lies too perfect, the thump of her ass against Pranav’s hips music to my ears.

The room’s air was thick, sweat dripping down Mom’s back, the silk sheets shifting, the window fogging from my heavy breathing.“I love you so much, Anil,” Mom said, her voice honeyed, a soft mmmmmmhhhhhhhhh slipping out as she rocked faster, careful to keep it quiet. 

“Just missing you, honey.” Her hips moved in a steady rhythm, her pussy swallowing Pranav’s dick, her hands gripping his chest, nails digging into his skin.“How’s everything going, Sonia?” Dad asked, his voice warm, trusting. 

“You sound a bit out of breath. You okay at home?” The bed creaked louder, the squelch of Mom’s pussy mixing with her controlled breathing, her red bra straining as her breasts bounced.

“I’m fine, honey,” Mom replied, her voice calm, a faint aaaaahhhhhhhhhhh escaping as Pranav thrust upward slightly, his cock stretching her. “Just been a long day, moving around a bit.” Her hands pressed harder on his chest, her hips rolling smoother, her composure unshaken despite the pleasure coursing through her.

Pranav leaned back, hands behind his head, his muscles glistening with sweat, letting Mom ride on her own. His grin was wide, eyes burning with triumph, relishing her lies, his dick buried deep in her pussy. 



What Mom was doing was so wrong—fucking another man while sweet-talking Dad, her lies covering the squelch and creak of her betrayal. But I was proud, my dick throbbing harder, the thrill of her deception making my heart race. It’s no big deal—life’s about filthy pleasures, breaking every rule for a good fuck. 

Mom’s living for her pussy, not Dad’s feelings, and that’s what makes it so perfect, the moonlight catching the sweat on her skin, the room heavy with the scent of sex.“Is Karan okay?” Dad asked, his voice soft, concerned. “You’re breathing heavy, Sonia. Sure you’re alright?” 

The bed’s creak grew louder, Mom’s thighs trembling, her pussy making wet sounds as she rode.“Just stretching, honey,” Mom said, her voice steady, covering a soft oooohhhhhhhhhhh. 

“Karan’s fast asleep, don’t worry. I’m just keeping busy.” Her lie was flawless, her hips moving faster, her fat ass bouncing, the silk sheets rustling under her.Dad’s voice softened. 

“I miss you, Sonia. Work’s tough here, but I’m doing it for us. Everything okay with you?” His trust was pathetic, unaware of Mom’s pussy grinding on Pranav’s cock, her pleasure spitting on their marriage.“I miss you too, honey,” Mom replied, her voice sweet, a faint mmmmmmhhhhhhhhh slipping out as she rocked harder. 

“Just keeping things together here.” Her thighs quivered, her hands gripping Pranav’s chest tighter, her composure holding despite the ecstasy pulsing through her.

Dad’s voice grew curious. “You sound like you’re in pain, Sonia. What’s going on? You sure you’re okay?” The bed’s creak and Mom’s heavy breathing were clear through the speaker, the squelch of her pussy louder as she rode.“Why’d you say that, honey?” Mom asked, her voice calm, deflecting. 

“I just bumped my knee on the bed frame, that’s all. Nothing to worry about.” Her lie was creative, her hips slowing slightly to mask the sounds, her face flushed, eyes flicking to Pranav’s smug grin, the phone’s glow steady on the shelf.

Simultaneously, Mom’s pussy slid on Pranav’s dick, the squelch constant, her thighs trembling, sweat dripping down her spine, pooling at the small of her back. The bed creaked rhythmically, the silk sheets shifting under her knees, the moonlight casting shadows of her bouncing ass across the wall. 

[Wasifahim]

Hottt keep updating soon