Adultery My Hot Mom Fucked By This Strong Man.

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Pranav’s hands stayed behind his head, his grin wicked, eyes locked on Mom’s face, savoring her lies. My hand stroked my dick faster, the thrill of Mom’s deception making me hard again, the dried cum on the door cracking as I watched, my heart pounding. 

The room’s air was stifling, the scent of sweat and sex overpowering, the phone’s speaker amplifying Dad’s clueless voice, the window fogging thicker from my breath.


Dear friends, Mom’s lying is so fucking perfect—wives who lie are the best, tricking their stupid husbands while fucking real men like Pranav. Adultery’s the hottest thing because it’s raw, dirty, and breaks every boring rule. 

Mothers who betray their husbands are pure gold—it shows they’re sluts, good sluts, chasing pleasure, not morals, not trapped in some stupid marriage. I love Mom for lying to Dad, making him a fool while her pussy’s dripping for Pranav.


As Mom talked, Pranav grabbed her face, his hands rough, pulling her into a forceful kiss, his tongue plunging into her mouth, the smack loud. She let out a soft mmmmmmhhhhhhhhh, her lips locked with his, her hips slowing but still riding, her pussy gripping his cock. Dad’s voice called out, “Sonia? You there?” 





No answer came, Mom’s mouth busy with Pranav’s, her body relaxed, comfortable, no worry in her eyes. Dad called again, “Sonia, hello? What’s happening?” his voice confused, growing louder through the speaker. 


I watched, my dick throbbing, asking myself if Mom was turning into a real slut. Where was her shame? Why didn’t she fear Dad catching on? Her comfort shocked me, her betrayal so bold it made my skin tingle, the moonlight catching the sweat on her flushed face.


Mom pulled back, then leaned in, kissing Pranav back, her lips hungry, tongue meeting his with a wet smack. Pranav’s eyes widened, shocked by her boldness, his grin faltering for a moment, his hands tightening on her face, fingers digging into her cheeks. 


The kiss deepened, her hips rocking again, her pussy sliding faster on his dick, the squelch louder. She broke the kiss, grabbing the phone, her voice steady. “Sorry, honey,” she said, her tone smooth, covering a soft oooohhhhhhhhhhh. 

“Dropped the phone again, clumsy me.” Her lie was quick, her hips moving faster, her fat ass bouncing, the bed creaking, her red bra slipping slightly, revealing more of her breasts.



In Mom’s Mind: This cheating sex is so fucking good even if it is forbidden, so thrilling—I’m alive, my pussy is swallowing Pranav's good cock. I’m a filthy slut, lying to my husband Anil while riding another man’s cock. It’s wrong, but it feels perfect. I’ll enjoy this just once, soak in every second, then go back to Anil.



Mom’s hips moved faster, her pussy grinding harder on Pranav’s dick, the squelch echoing as she talked to Dad. “How’s work going, honey?” she asked, her voice sweet, a soft aaaaahhhhhhhhhhh slipping out, barely audible. 









My dick was rock-hard again, even after cumming, the scene of Mom lying to Dad while riding Pranav so exciting it made my head spin. The betrayal was raw, her lies seamless, her pussy betraying Dad with every thrust, the room’s heat making my shirt cling to my skin.


“Are you alone, Sonia?” Dad asked, his voice curious. “And where’s Karan? It’s late, isn’t it?” His tone was innocent, trusting, oblivious to Mom’s pussy sliding on another man’s cock.

“I’m alone, honey,” Mom replied, her voice calm, a faint mmmmmmhhhhhhhhh escaping as she rocked harder. “Karan is asleep, out cold. Just me, winding down.” Her lie was perfect, her hips moving faster, her fat ass bouncing, the bed’s creak louder, her thighs trembling with effort.

My foolish Dad believed every word, his voice warm, trusting. “I’m glad you’re okay, Sonia. I’m working hard for us, you know.” His words were pathetic, unaware of Mom’s pussy dripping for Pranav, her moans hidden in her careful tone.

Pranav signaled with a grin, nodding toward her, his hands gesturing for her to turn around. Mom shifted, turning into reverse cowgirl, her fat ass facing him, her pussy still swallowing his dick.




 
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She kept talking to Dad, her voice steady. “I miss you so much, honey,” she said, her tone sweet, a soft oooohhhhhhhhhhh slipping out as she adjusted, her ass bouncing toward Pranav. His grin widened, eyes gleaming with triumph, hands resting on her hips, letting her move. 

The squelch of her pussy was louder, the bed creaking rhythmically, her red bra glowing, sweat dripping down her back, pooling at her waist.



In Pranav’s Mind: When Sonia kissed me back means she’s mine—I own her now. I took Anil’s wife, that fucking loser. I’ve hated him forever, jealous of his perfect little life and for him having Sonia as his wife. Now I’ve stolen his most precious treasure—Sonia’s pussy, her body, her soul.


“What’s that creaking noise, Sonia?” Dad asked, his voice curious but trusting. “And you’re panting—are you working out or something?” The bed’s creak and Mom’s heavy breathing were clear through the speaker, the squelch of her pussy unmistakable.


“Just shifting the bed, honey,” Mom replied, her voice smooth, creative. “Trying to fix a loose frame, you know, keeping things tidy.” Her hips rocked faster, her fat ass bouncing toward Pranav, his grin wicked as he watched, his hands squeezing her ass lightly, the moonlight catching the sweat on her skin.


Pranav signaled again, pointing to the bed, his eyes commanding, a smirk playing on his lips. Mom shifted, turning to doggystyle, her ass up, still holding the phone which she took from the shelve, talking to Dad. 






“I miss you so much, Anil,” she said, her voice sweet, a loud aaaaahhhhhhhhhhh escaping as Pranav guided his dick into her pussy from behind, the thump of their bodies loud. “You’re always on my mind.” 

Her thighs trembled, her fat ass shaking with each thrust, the bed creaking wildly, her red bra slipping further, her breasts nearly spilling out.In Dad’s Mind: Sonia sounds happy, and that’s what keeps me going. 

I’ll work harder for her and Karan, make our family strong. Pranav’s a great boss, always looking out for us—I’m so lucky to have him.

“How’s Pranav treating you?” Dad asked, his voice warm, trusting. “He’s been good to us, right? Such a gentleman, helping out at work.” 

His blind faith was pathetic, unaware of Pranav’s dick slamming into Mom’s pussy.

“Pranav’s wonderful, honey,” Mom said, her voice steady, a soft oooohhhhhhhhhhh slipping out as Pranav thrust deeper. “A real gentleman, always so helpful. You’re lucky to have him as your supervisor.” 

Her lies were bold, her pussy gripping his cock, her moans encouraging Dad to stay loyal to the man fucking his wife. “Don’t ever leave him, Anil—he’s too good.”



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Dear friends, I’m shocked—Is this really my Mom? She’s turned into the slut I always wanted, lying to Dad, praising Pranav while his cock’s in her pussy. It’s so fucking hot, seeing her become this dirty woman, betraying everything for pleasure. This is who she should be—a filthy, shameless slut, not some boring wife.



Mom screamed—aaaaahhhhhhhhhhh—as Pranav thrust hard, his dick filling her pussy, her fat ass shaking with each thump, the bed rocking violently. “Sonia, why’d you scream?” Dad asked, his voice concerned but not suspicious. “You okay? What happened?” His trust was unwavering, pathetic.“Just stubbed my toe, honey,” Mom gasped, her voice quick, creative. 



“Moving stuff around, you know, clumsy me.” Another scream—oooohhhhhhhhhhh—escaped as Pranav thrust again, her ass thumping against him, the squelch loud, her thighs trembling, sweat dripping onto the sheets.


“What’s that thumping sound?” Dad asked, his voice curious. “Sounds like something’s banging hard.” The thump of Mom’s fat ass against Pranav was clear, her moans barely contained, the bed’s creaking relentless.


“It’s just the bed frame, honey,” Mom replied, her voice smooth, lying effortlessly. “It’s loose, keeps banging when I shift it.” Pranav leaned in, whispering something in her ear—I couldn’t hear it—his breath hot on her neck, then kissed her deeply, his tongue plunging into her mouth, the smack loud. 


Mom let out a soft mmmmmmhhhhhhhhh, her hips still moving, her pussy grinding.“Sonia? You there?” Dad called, his voice confused, calling again. “Sonia, what’s going on?” Mom didn’t answer, her lips locked with Pranav’s, her body relaxed, comfortable in his kiss, her pussy still sliding on his cock.


Then, out of nowhere, Mom’s tone shifted, sharp and rude. “Why do you keep asking stupid questions, Anil?” she snapped, her voice cutting, her ass still thumping against Pranav. “I’m fine, stop bothering me with this nonsense!” 


Her words were harsh, her pussy grinding harder, her moans loud—aaaaahhhhhhhhhhh.“I didn’t mean to upset you, Sonia,” Dad said, his voice soft, polite, full of love. “I just miss you, that’s all. I’m sorry if I said something wrong.” 


His tone was pathetic, unaware of her betrayal, his trust blind. “I just want to sleep, Anil, leave me alone” Mom barked, her voice disrespectful, cruel. I never heard my  mom speak to my dad in this manner.

“Stop calling with these dumb questions. Leave me alone!” Her words were vicious, her hips moving faster, her pussy swallowing Pranav’s dick, her moans louder—oooohhhhhhhhhhh.


Dear friends, Pranav told Mom to talk to Dad like that, and it’s the best fucking advice. Making her disrespect that loser while fucking him is so hot—it’s perfect. Mom’s turning into a slut who shits on Dad’s feelings, and I love it. This is how a wife should be, lying, betraying, and being cruel for pleasure.




The thumping intensified, Mom’s fat ass slamming against Pranav, the bed shaking violently, her moans escalating—aaaaahhhhhhhhhhh, mmmmmmhhhhhhhhh. “Fuck you, Anil!” she shouted, her voice wild, raw. 


“Just leave me alone! Continue working and leave me at peace, you idiot” She hung up, the phone’s beep sharp, her hips moving faster, her pussy gripping his cock, the thump echoing. 


Her behavior was perfect—disrespecting Dad, betraying him openly, living for her pleasure. It’s what makes her a true slut, breaking every rule for Pranav’s dick, the moonlight catching her sweat-soaked skin, the room reeking of sex.


“You fucking killed it, Sonia,” Pranav chuckled, his voice smug, hands squeezing her ass. “Yelling at that loser while riding my cock? Lying to his face, making him look like a fool? You’re a wild, dirty woman—perfect.” 


His grin was wide, eyes gleaming with victory, sweat dripping down his chest. “I didn’t want to be so mean,” Mom murmured, her voice shaky, her ass still moving, the squelch loud. “I didn’t mean to hurt him, Pranav. It’s not who I am.” 

Her words were weak, her pussy betraying her guilt, grinding harder on his dick. The phone rang again, its buzz slicing through the room. “Don’t pick it up,” Pranav ordered, his voice firm, grabbing the phone and tossing it back on the shelf, its glow flickering. 


Mom obeyed, her hands gripping his shoulders, her hips moving faster, the thump louder, her fat ass shaking, her red bra slipping off completely, her breasts bouncing free.





In Mom’s Mind: I’ll apologize to Anil tomorrow for talking to him like that so that I can make it right. But fuck, yelling at him, lying to him while Pranav’s cock fills me—it felt so good, so alive. Doing filthy things makes my blood race, a thrill I’ve never known. I’m a slut, and I love it, just for tonight.



Pranav fucked her pussy doggystyle, his thrusts hard, relentless, the thump shaking the bed, the squelch deafening. “You’re my dirty prize, Sonia,” he growled, sexualizing her, his hands gripping her hips. 


“Your pussy’s just a hole for my cock, not that fool’s. You’re nothing but my fucktoy now.” His words were degrading, filthy, his dick slamming deeper, the bed creaking wildly. Mom moaned—aaaaahhhhhhhhhhh—her body trembling, loving being sexualized, her worth as a mother and wife gone. 



She was no longer Mom, just Pranav’s slut, her pussy his, not caring about Dad anymore. The room was a furnace, sweat dripping onto the sheets, the thump and squelch filling the air, her breasts bouncing, the moonlight casting wild shadows on the wall.

 

 “You’re my dirty fucktoy, Sonia,” he growled, sexualizing her, his voice thick with lust, hands gripping her hips, fingers digging into her flesh. “Your pussy’s just a hole for my cock, built for me, not that fucking loser Anil.” 

His words stripped her of dignity, reducing her to an object of pleasure, and Mom moaned—aaaaahhhhhhhhhhh—her body trembling, loving the degradation, her worth as a mother and wife dissolving. 






She was no longer the caring Mom who tucked me in, no longer Dad’s loyal wife; she was Pranav’s slut, her pussy his playground, her moans proof she didn’t care about Dad anymore. 

Each thrust was training her to leave him, breaking her vows, reshaping her into a woman who lived for Pranav’s cock, not her family. The room reeked of sweat and sex, the jasmine scent long gone, the moonlight casting wild shadows of her bouncing ass on the wall, the bed’s wooden frame creaking like it might snap.

Pranav grabbed her hair, yanking it back, his fingers tangled in her dark locks, pulling hard enough to make her gasp. “Push back more, Sonia,” he ordered, his voice rough, commanding. “Fuck my cock harder—show me you want it.” 

Mom obeyed, her hips slamming back against him, her pussy swallowing his 11-inch dick deeper, the thump louder, her fat ass shaking violently. Her boobs bounced wildly, swaying with each thrust, her nipples hard, sweat dripping from them onto the sheets. 

Simultaneously, the bed rocked, the squelch of her pussy mixed with her moans—oooohhhhhhhhhhh—the silk sheets sliding under her knees, sweat soaking the fabric. 

My dick throbbed in my hand, stroking faster, the dried cum on the door cracking as I watched, the thrill of Mom’s transformation into a slut making my heart pound. 

Pranav was lucky, so fucking lucky, to enjoy another man’s wife, stealing Dad’s most precious prize—Mom’s body, her pussy, her soul—while Dad trusted him as a friend. 

The moonlight caught the sweat on Pranav’s chest, his grin wicked, eyes burning with triumph, the room’s heat stifling, the window fogged from my heavy breathing.



Dear friends, having sex with another man is the best feeling ever—it’s raw, dirty, and breaks every rule. It’s the thrill of stealing what’s not yours, taking a wife from her dumb husband, making her scream for your cock. It’s power, knowing you’re better than the fool who married her, giving her pleasure he never could. Mom fucking Pranav is perfect—she’s living for her pussy, not Dad’s boring life. It’s freedom, it’s filthy, it’s what makes life worth living.



Mom’s screams filled the room—aaaaahhhhhhhhhhh—her voice wild, her pussy taking every inch of Pranav’s dick, her fat ass thumping against him. I was so proud of her, my heart swelling with twisted joy. 

She was betraying Dad in the dirtiest way, her screams proof she was Pranav’s slut, not a boring wife. It was hot because she was breaking free, choosing pleasure over loyalty, her body alive in ways Dad could never manage.“Do you like my dick, Sonia?” 







Pranav growled, his thrusts slowing, his hand still gripping her hair. “Tell me you love it—say it.” Mom stayed silent, her moans—mmmhhhmmmmmm—her only response, her face flushed, eyes squeezed shut, trying to resist. Pranav yanked her hair harder, making her gasp, his other hand slapping her ass, the smack echoing. 


“Say it, Sonia,” he demanded, his voice sharp, thrusting deep, making her scream—oooohhhhhhhhhhh.“I… I like it,” Mom gasped, her voice trembling, her pussy gripping his cock tighter. 

“I like your cock, Pranav.” Her words were reluctant, her body betraying her, her ass pushing back harder. “Say it again,” Pranav ordered, his grin wicked, thrusting harder. “Say it louder, and tell me Anil’s dick is nothing compared to mine.”

“I like your cock,” Mom moaned, louder, her voice breaking—aaaaahhhhhhhhhhh. “Anil’s dick… it’s nothing compared to yours.” Her words were forced, her face flushed with shame and pleasure, her pussy dripping.

“One more time,” Pranav growled, slapping her ass again, the smack sharp. “Say it like you mean it, Sonia. Tell me that fool’s useless.”

“I love your cock, Pranav!” Mom shouted, her voice raw, her moans wild—oooohhhhhhhhhhh. “Anil’s dick is useless, nothing like yours!” Her words were a betrayal, her pussy grinding harder, her body shaking with each thrust.


In Mom’s Mind: I can’t deny how his dick feels—so big, so good, filling me like Anil never could. Disrespecting Anil under Pranav’s orders makes me feel so good, like I’m breaking every rule. I’m a filthy slut, and I love it, even if it’s wrong. Just this once, then I’ll stop.


“I want to use another hole, Sonia,” Pranav said, his voice low, sinister, his thrusts slowing, his hand stroking her ass. “You know what I mean.”

“What?” Mom gasped, her voice confused, her moans—mmmhhhmmmmmm—mixing with her words. “What hole? What are you talking about, Pranav?” 

“Your asshole,” Pranav growled, his fingers tracing her ass, his grin wicked. “I’m gonna fuck your tight little asshole, Sonia. It’s begging for my cock.”

“No, please, not that!” Mom begged, her voice trembling in the middle of a moan—aaaaahhhhhhhhhhh. “Don’t do that, Pranav, it’s too filthy, I can’t!” Her hips slowed, her pussy still gripping his dick, her face flushed with fear and pleasure.

“You’ll take it,” Pranav ordered, his voice firm, slapping her ass hard, the smack echoing. “Accept it, Sonia, or I’ll force it in. You’re mine tonight.” 


His eyes burned with control, his hand gripping her hair tighter.“Please, don’t,” Mom pleaded, her voice desperate, her moans louder—oooohhhhhhhhhhh. “I’ve never done that, Pranav. It’s too dirty, I can’t do it.” 


Her thighs trembled, her fat ass shaking, the bed creaking wildly.

“Never?” Pranav chuckled, his voice dripping with contempt. “Anil’s such a fucking loser, never even touched your asshole? What a waste. That fat ass deserves my cock.” 

His thrusts slowed, his fingers circling her ass, teasing. “No, never,” Mom gasped, her voice shaky, her moans—mmmhhhmmmmmm—betraying her arousal. “It’s not what I want, Pranav. Anil… he never wanted that.” Her words were weak, her pussy still grinding on his dick.


“Why are you still with that fool?” Pranav taunted, his thrusts picking up, the thump loud. “He doesn’t pleasure you right, does he? Never fucked you like this, never made you scream Never even fucked your asshole. Why stay with a man who can’t handle your body?”


“He’s my husband,” Mom moaned, her voice breaking—aaaaahhhhhhhhhhh. “I love him, Pranav, even if… even if he doesn’t do this.” Her words faltered, her pussy betraying her, her ass pushing back harder.

“Love?” Pranav sneered, his hand slapping her ass again, the smack sharp. “You’re screaming for my cock, not his. Why stick with a man who doesn’t know your pussy, your ass? You’re mine now, Sonia. Accept me and leave that fool, let me destroy his life” 

His voice was cruel, his thrusts relentless, the bed shaking. “I… I don’t know,” Mom gasped, her moans louder—oooohhhhhhhhhhh. “He’s good to me, but… this feels so good.” Her voice trembled, her pussy dripping, her fat ass bouncing with each thrust.

“I will fuck your asshole tonight,” Pranav growled, his fingers pressing against her ass, his grin wicked. “I’ve been fascinated by it since that bastard Anil’s birthday party—your fat ass in that tight dress, begging for my cock. I knew I had to have it.” 

His words were filthy, his thrusts harder, the thump echoing.


In Mom’s Mind: What? Pranav was checking me out at Anil’s birthday party? I’m shocked, but fuck, it makes me feel wanted, desired in a way Anil never did. My fat ass turned him on, but I can’t let him fuck my asshole—it’s too much. How will his huge cock fit there? What if I make a mess on the bed, embarrass myself? I’m scared, but my body’s screaming for more.


Dear friends, I’m shocked Pranav wants to fuck Mom’s asshole—I can’t believe his massive cock will fit in there. But her fat ass needs to be fucked, it’s so big, so perfect for it. She’s a slut now, and her asshole’s just another hole for Pranav to claim. It’s hot, it’s dirty, and I want her to take it all.


Mom pushed back harder, her pussy swallowing his dick, her fat ass bouncing wildly, the thump shaking the bed, her boobs swinging, sweat dripping onto the sheets. 

Pranav’s thrusts were relentless, his hands alternating between her hair and hips, his voice degrading her, training her to leave Dad, to live for his cock. 



The room was a furnace, the moonlight casting wild shadows, the squelch and thump deafening, my hand stroking my dick faster, the thrill of Mom’s betrayal making my heart race.

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Just one request wife is having good time but can you make little tension as son comfort mom and tell him what she is not right and when this dase will over she will regret and for making things out mom fuck with son please its just request

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Warning: Dear friends, the following story contains filthy, disgusting narration that dives deep into depraved and taboo acts. It’s raw, nasty, and not for the faint-hearted. If you feel disgusted by explicit, dirty content, stop reading now—this isn’t for you. But if you’re into the thrill of forbidden pleasure, keep going.

Pranav’s obsession with Mom’s asshole was intense, his eyes locked on it as he fucked her pussy doggystyle, his thrusts hard and relentless, each one sending a deafening thump through the room. 

Her fat ass jiggled wildly, sweat pouring down her curves, soaking the silk sheets, the moonlight casting jagged shadows of her bouncing flesh on the wall. “Your asshole’s fucking perfect, Sonia,” he growled, his voice thick with lust, his hands gripping her hips, fingers sinking into her soft skin. 

“Your pussy is so tight, so tiny—made for my cock.” His words dripped with filth, sexualizing her, reducing her to a slut for his pleasure. Mom moaned—aaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh—her body trembling, her pussy dripping, loving the degradation, her worth as a mother and wife gone. 

She was no longer my Mom, no longer Dad’s loyal partner; she was Pranav’s whore, her body his to claim, her moans proof she didn’t care about Dad anymore. Each thrust trained her to leave him, breaking her vows, molding her into a woman who lived for Pranav’s cock. 

The room was a furnace, the air thick with sweat and sex, the jasmine scent obliterated, the bed’s wooden frame creaking, the squelch of her pussy echoing, her red bra long discarded, her big breasts swinging free, nipples hard, sweat dripping onto the sheets.

Pranav slowed his thrusts, his dick sliding out of her pussy with a wet pop, the sudden absence making Mom gasp. “Why’d you stop?” she panted, her voice shaky, her ass still raised, thighs trembling, sweat glistening on her skin.

“I’m focused on your asshole, Sonia,” Pranav said, his voice low, sinister, his eyes fixed on her tight hole. “It’s calling me—begging for my attention.” His fingers traced her ass, teasing the rim, his grin wicked in the moonlight.

“No, please, don’t focus on that!” Mom begged, her voice desperate, her moans—oooohhhhhhhhhhhhh—mixing with her plea. “Not my asshole, Pranav, it’s too dirty, too wrong!” 

Her face flushed with fear, her body still trembling from his cock.“Why not?” Pranav taunted, his fingers circling her asshole, his dick glistening with her juices. “What’s wrong with that perfect hole? It’s mine tonight.”

“It’s filthy!” Mom gasped, her voice breaking, her ass twitching under his touch. “It’s not meant for that—please, Pranav, don’t!” Her thighs quivered, her pussy dripping, the bed creaking as she shifted nervously.

“Spread your asshole, Sonia,” Pranav ordered, his voice firm, slapping her ass hard, the smack echoing. “Show me that tight hole—now.”“Please, no,” Mom pleaded, her voice trembling, her moans louder—mmmmmmhhhhhhhhhh. 

“I can’t do that, it’s too much, too shameful!” Her words were weak, her body betraying her, her ass still raised.

Simultaneously, Mom’s hands hesitated, then reached back, spreading her ass cheeks, her fingers trembling, exposing her tight, puckered asshole. The squelch of her pussy lingered, her thighs quivering, sweat dripping down her back, pooling on the sheets. 

The bed creaked as she shifted, the moonlight highlighting her exposed hole, Pranav’s eyes burning with hunger. My dick throbbed in my hand, stroking faster, the dried cum on the door cracking as I watched, the thrill of Mom’s submission making my heart race. 

The room’s heat was unbearable, the window fogged, the air thick with the musky scent of their bodies.



In Mom’s Mind: Why is Pranav so obsessed with my asshole? It’s not normal, even my husband Anil never even touched it, never wanted it. This is wrong, filthy, so disgusting to me, but Pranav is so fixated, like my asshole is some prize. I’m scared that he might want my asshole, but my body’s reacting, wanting more.



“Your asshole’s a fucking treasure, Sonia,” Pranav murmured, his voice thick, his fingers tracing her rim. “So tight, so perfect—never been touched, has it?”

“No, never,” Mom whispered, her voice shaky, her moans—aaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh. “It’s too dirty, Pranav. Please, don’t focus there.” Her hands still spread her ass, her face flushed with shame.

“It’s a masterpiece,” Pranav growled, leaning closer, his breath hot on her skin. “An untouched hole, begging for me. Anil’s such a fool for ignoring it.” His words were filthy, his eyes locked on her asshole, his dick twitching.


Dear friends, Mom’s asshole is so tiny, not even an air can enter it, so perfect—I want Pranav to fuck it raw. I heard when a woman gives her anus, she’s a real slut, a true whore, owned by the man who claims it. It’s the ultimate betrayal, giving up the dirtiest hole, the one Dad never touched. It’s tight, untouched, and fucking it makes her Pranav’s whore forever, breaking every rule of being a wife and mom.

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Pranav leaned in, his nose inches from her asshole, sniffing deeply, his eyes half-closed, savoring it like a madman. I was shocked, my stomach churning—this was a dirty place, I know it's a place that smelled of shit, yet he was obsessed. 


The squelch of Mom’s pussy lingered, her ass trembling, sweat dripping onto the sheets, the bed creaking as she shifted nervously. Simultaneously, Pranav’s hands held her hips steady, his nose brushing her rim of her asshle, the moonlight catching the sweat on his face, his grin perverse. 

My hand slowed on my dick, the disgust mixing with arousal, the room’s heat stifling, the air thick with their musk.

“Don’t smell it, Pranav!” Mom warned, her voice trembling, her moans—oooohhhhhhhhhhhhh. “Please, it’s not right—stop!” She couldn’t say it smelled like shit, the word stuck in her throat, her face red with embarrassment.

“Why not?” Pranav chuckled, his nose closer, sniffing louder. “It’s perfect, Sonia. I’d do anything for this asshole—smell it, taste it, fuck it.” His voice was obsessive, his hands gripping her tighter.






“It’s dirty!” Mom begged, her voice desperate, her moans louder—mmmmmmhhhhhhhhhh. “Please, don’t smell it—it’s not clean! What are you doing?” She squirmed, trying to move away, her ass twitching, her hands still spreading her cheeks, unable to fully pull back, her pussy dripping, betraying her protests.

“Stop moving, Sonia, your asshole is so sweet, I want to taste it” Pranav ordered, his voice firm, his hands pinning her hips. “I’m smelling this perfect hole because it’s mine tonight. Let me enjoy it.” 

His words were soothing yet filthy, his nose buried closer, inhaling deeply, driven by perverse desire.

Mom kept squirming, her ass shifting to dissuade him, her thighs trembling, sweat dripping, the bed creaking as she moved. She was torn, her body aroused but her mind screaming at the filth, the squelch of her pussy faint, the moonlight highlighting her exposed asshole. 

I wondered why he’d lick such a dirty place, my stomach twisting—her asshole was for waste, not pleasure, yet Pranav was lost in it, his obsession making him a pervert beyond reason.






Pranav’s tongue flicked out, licking her asshole, the slurp loud, his hands holding her steady. Mom jumped, her body jerking, a scream escaping—aaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh—her ass twitching under his tongue, her hands gripping the sheets. 

“What are you doing?” she gasped, her voice shocked, her moans wild. “Are you not disgusted, Pranav? That’s too far! aaahhhh ooooooooooohhhhh”

“Disgusted?” Pranav laughed, his voice perverse, his tongue circling her rim. “A woman’s asshole is a fucking delicacy, Sonia. Tight, dirty, untouched—nothing better.” 

His words were disgusted to mom and also to some extent to me, his tongue digging deeper, the slurp echoing, his eyes gleaming with obsession. Simultaneously, Mom’s body trembled, her ass shaking, sweat dripping onto the sheets, her boobs bouncing as she jerked, the bed creaking wildly. 

Pranav’s hands gripped her hips, his tongue burrowing into her asshole, driven by a need to claim every part of her. My dick throbbed, but my stomach churned, the filth of his act shocking me, the room’s heat unbearable, the moonlight casting shadows of their depravity. 






“Your asshole smells so good, Sonia,” Pranav murmured, his voice thick, pulling back slightly. I asked myself how in the world can mom's asshle smell good? That place was stinky.

“That raw, stinky scent—it’s driving me wild.” “How does it smell?” Mom asked, her voice shocked, her moans—oooohhhhhhhhhhhhh. “Tell me, Pranav, what’s it like?” Her face was red, she was curious. her hands trembling, still spreading her ass.

“It smells like your shit, Sonia,” Pranav said, his grin wicked, his tongue circling deeper in her rim again. “Stinky, dirty, perfect—exactly what I want.” 




Dear friends, I wonder what was wrong with Pranav. How could he smell mom's stinky asshole that smells like her shit and still tell her that he loves the stinky smell?



His words were perverse, his obsession clear, driven by the taboo of her filthy, dirty and untouched hole. “I’m so embarrassed,” Mom gasped, her voice breaking. “I didn’t mean to disgust you, Pranav. My asshole being stinky—it’s not my fault, I swear!” 

She apologized, her face flushed, her body trembling, trying to clean herself with words. “I’m not that kind of woman, not someone who does this!” Her words were desperate, her asshole clenching and unclenching, betraying her shame.

“Calm down, Sonia,” Pranav soothed, his voice calm but filthy, his tongue still teasing her rim. “Every asshole of a woman is dirty, smelly—that’s what makes it so good even if not clean. Don’t worry, I love it.” 

His hands steadied her, his eyes locked on her hole, the slurp loud. “I’m sorry,” Mom murmured, her voice shaky, her moans louder—aaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh. “I didn’t want it to be like this, Pranav. Aaaahhh! It’s so embarrassing you smelling that private part of mine, please just stop” 

Her apologies were weak, her body still open to him, her ass trembling. “Why so much focus on my asshole?” Mom asked, her voice trembling, her moans—oooohhhhhhhhhhhhh. “Why are you so obsessed with it?”

“Because it’s perfect,” Pranav growled, his voice filthy, his tongue digging deeper. 

“Your stinky, tight asshole is a fucking prize, Sonia. Anil’s too pathetic to touch it, but I’m claiming it.” His words were degrading, his obsession raw, the bed creaking, the moonlight highlighting his perverse grin.




In Mom’s Mind: Pranav is the dirtiest man on earth, smelling and licking my stinky asshole that smells like shit. It’s wrong, disgusting, but fuck, I love it—it’s the first time a man’s smelled and even licked me there, made me feel so wanted. I’m a slut for this, and it’s thrilling.




“Your stinky asshole’s giving me so much pleasure, Sonia,” Pranav said, his voice thick, his tongue pulling back. “That dirty, shitty smell—it’s raw, real, makes my cock throb. I’d do anything for it.” 

His words were perverse, his hands gripping her ass, spreading it wider. “I’m so embarrassed,” Mom gasped, her voice trembling, her moans—mmmmmmhhhhhhhhhh. “How can you like that? It’s so not Ok, Pranav.” Her face was red, her body shaking, her shame clear.

“It stinks like shit because it’s natural,” Pranav said, his grin wicked. “That raw disgusting scent, that tight hole—it’s what makes you mine.” His words were filthy, his obsession driving him, the slurp of his tongue echoing.









Dear friends, I was disgusted by Pranav, thinking he’d never sink to this level of filth—smelling and licking Mom’s stinky asshole? It’s beyond nasty, mom's asshole is a place meant for shitting, not pleasure. He’s a fucking pervert, lost in his obsession, and it’s so gross it makes my stomach churn.



Pranav spit on her asshole, the splat loud, his saliva glistening in the moonlight, his middle finger circling her rim, teasing it slowly. Mom tensed, anticipating his next move, her body trembling, her ass twitching, sweat dripping onto the sheets. 

She jumped as his finger pressed against her hole, a scream escaping—aaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh—her thighs quivering, the bed creaking wildly. Simultaneously, Pranav’s other hand held her hip, his finger circling her asshole, teasing the tight rim, the squelch of her pussy lingering, her boobs bouncing as she jerked. 


My dick throbbed, but my stomach twisted, the filth of his act overwhelming, the room’s heat stifling, the moonlight casting shadows of her trembling ass. “Relax, Sonia,” Pranav soothed, his voice calm, his finger circling slower. “Just let it happen—don’t fight it.” 


I wondered what he was going to do after he already did the worst thing to smell her anus.


His words were gentle but perverse, his eyes locked on her hole. “What do you want from that dirty hole?” Mom moaned, her voice loud—oooohhhhhhhhhhhhh. “Why are you doing this, Pranav?” 

Her face was flushed, her body trembling, her shame mixing with arousal. “I want it because it’s yours, I want it because your stupid husband never used it” Pranav growled, his voice shocking her, his finger pressing harder. 

“Your tight, stinky asshole is mine to claim—Anil’s too weak to touch it.” His words were filthy, his finger pushing into her asshole, the pop loud as it entered, Mom screaming—aaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh—her body shaking, pleasure overwhelming her shame. 

The bed rocked, sweat dripping, her pussy dripping, the moonlight highlighting her trembling form as he started inserting a finger inside her asshole. His middle finger.



Dear friends, this was the first time Mom got a finger in her asshole, and it’s so fucking hot. Her untouched hole, never touched by Dad, claimed by Pranav—it’s the ultimate betrayal. She’s a slut now, her asshole his, and I love it, the filth making her his whore. 



Pranav pushed his middle finger deeper, the her moans loud, her asshole tight around it, her fat ass trembling, sweat dripping onto the sheets. “Hold on, Sonia,” he ordered, his voice firm, his finger pushing deeper. 


“Let me get my finger in and feel it.” His eyes burned with obsession, the bed creaking wildly. “It’s too much,” Mom moaned, her voice breaking—mmmmmmhhhhhhhhhh. “It feels so strange, Pranav. I am not feeling ok by having a finger inside there, please” 

Her body trembled, her pussy dripping, her boobs bouncing. His finger was now inside and it went in due to the help of his saliva.

“How’s it feel?” Pranav asked, his finger moving deeper inside her virgin asshole, his grin wicked. “Comfortable yet?”

“No,” Mom gasped, her moans louder—aaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh. “It’s tight, weird… but yes, it’s starting to feel good.” What? I was excited mom is replying in that manner.

Her words were conflicted, her body betraying her, her asshole clenching around his finger.








I got the shock of my life, my stomach churning, bile rising in my throat. Pranav pulled his finger out, the pop loud, and smelled it, his nose inches from it, his eyes half-closed, savoring the stench. 

My mouth watered, my chest heaved, the urge to vomit overwhelming—this was so disgusting, the smell of her asshole on his finger must’ve been so stinky, a filthy scent from a place meant for shitting. 

I clenched my jaw, breathing hard, trying to control myself from vomiting, my hand slowing on my dick, the room’s heat making me dizzy.




In Pranav’s Mind: Eeewww! So good! Her asshole smells so fucking stinky, raw, like shit—it’s perfect, driving me wild. This is what I want, her dirtiest hole, all mine.



Mom turned, looking back at Pranav, her eyes wide with shock as she saw him smelling his finger. “What are you doing?” she shouted, her voice trembling, her moans—oooohhhhhhhhhhhhh filled the room. “That’s disgusting, Pranav!”

“It smells amazing,” Pranav grinned, his voice perverse, holding the finger up. “Stinky, raw, like your dirty little hole.” His eyes gleamed, his obsession clear. Then, the biggest shock hit—he put the finger in his mouth, sucking it, the slurp loud, his eyes closing in pleasure. 

Mom gasped, turning her head away, refusing to look, her voice shrill. “You’re so filthy, Pranav!” she cried, her moans—aaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh. “How can you do that? It’s disgusting!” 

Her body trembled, her ass still raised, her asshole closing and dripping from saliva, the bed creaking. I was beyond shocked, my stomach lurching. 

I tried to stifle it, trying not to vomit, pressing my hand to my mouth, but I couldn’t hold it—the vomit spilled out, hot and sour, splattering on the doorstep with a wet splat. I vomited so hard.

The smell of my puke mixed with the room’s musky heat, the sight of Pranav sucking his shitty finger too much, the filth overwhelming. The splat was loud, Mom and Pranav freezing, their heads turning toward the door, the bed creaking to a stop. 

“What’s that? Something is splattering outside the door” Mom whispered, her voice panicked, her ass still raised, Pranav’s finger glistening. 

I  kept vomiting, the splat louder, my body shaking, knowing Mom would find out I knew her secret with Pranav, my puke pooling on the floor, the moonlight catching its shine, their eyes locked on the door.

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Warning: Dear friends, this story is packed with filthy, nasty details that are raw and disgusting, meant for those who can handle explicit, twisted content. It’s dirty, shocking, and not for anyone who gets grossed out easily, so if you can’t stomach sick acts, stop reading now. But if you’re hooked on the thrill of forbidden, depraved scenes, dive in and keep going.



Dear friends, before we start, I want to say that My mom’s filthy habits made me who I am today. She never taught me to love being immoral, but due to her immorality, she made me to throw away good behavior like trash. That is why I am watching my own mom being fucked by another man.

Being immoral is good, I love how I am becoming a mannerless child. She carried a wild, rotten manners inside, even if she kept it hidden from me. 


Growing up in her messy world, I picked up her rude habits and learned to ignore manners. Every mean word or nasty thing I do comes from how she raised me. 

People around us might like this bad behavior now, but it’s all because of her. She showed me how to live without shame, and I’m just like her, happily following her dirty path and carrying on her way of living.





My stomach finally calmed after vomiting, the sour, burning taste lingering in my throat as I stood on the doorstep, my legs trembling from the shock of watching Pranav suck his finger after pulling it from Mom’s stinky asshole. 

How is this perverted but horny man fixated about my mom's smelly asshole?

The puddle of puke was thick and slimy, chunks of my half-digested dinner mixed with bile, glistening under the moonlight, its sharp, rancid smell stinging my nose and blending with the heavy, musky air leaking from the bedroom where Mom and Pranav had been fucking. 


My heart pounded, my dick still throbbing despite the nausea, the thrill of Mom’s betrayal fueling my horniness as I wiped my mouth with my sleeve and took a shaky breath, ready to sneak back to the keyhole to see more of their depraved acts. 

The wooden floor creaked under my feet, my hands shaking with a mix of excitement and disgust, the room’s heat wrapping around me like a suffocating fog, the stench of my vomit mixing with the bedroom’s smell of sweat and sex.

Before I could crouch to peek through the keyhole, Pranav swung the door open with a loud squeak of the hinges, moonlight flooding the doorway and revealing his bare chest slick with sweat, his shorts hanging low to show the clear outline of his big, hard dick bulging through the thin fabric. 

The bedroom’s air hit me like a wave, thick with the stench of sweat, sex, and Mom’s asshole, making my stomach twist again as I fought the urge to gag. 

Mom gasped and rushed toward me, her nightdress barely clinging to her body, the thin fabric slipping off one shoulder, her big breasts bouncing freely since she wore no bra, her pussy bare under the dress since her panties were long gone, tossed aside during her fucking with Pranav. 

She quickly tugged the dress up, her hands trembling as she pulled it tight to cover her naked breasts and pussy, trying to hide her body so I wouldn’t notice her exposed state, her face flushed red and her hair a messy tangle from being fucked doggystyle. 

She forced a calm expression, her eyes wide with panic as she glanced at me and then at Pranav, desperate to keep her slutty state a secret, her skin glistening with sweat, her body heat radiating from her intense fucking. 


Pranav stood there without shame, his shorts tight, his dick’s shape impossible to miss, his grin smug and bold, not bothering to cover himself up, his bare chest shining in the moonlight.


“Karan, beta, oh honey, are you okay? what happened to make you throw up like this?” Mom asked in a soft, worried voice, kneeling beside me and grabbing my shoulders with warm, trembling hands. 


Her body heat intense, burning from fucking Pranav, her dress damp with sweat, clinging to her curves, her breath heavy with the musky smell of their dirty acts. 


“Are you feeling sick? Did something hurt your stomach?” Her voice was full of care, her eyes searching mine for answers, her concern real despite her betrayal of Dad, her skin hot from riding Pranav’s cock, her pussy wet and her asshole freshly licked, the room’s air thick with their stench, making it hard for me to breathe without gagging.


“I ate some bad food at dinner, Mom, probably that leftover chicken—it just made me sick real quick,” I lied smoothly, keeping my voice calm and clever to hide that I’d been spying through the keyhole, watching her betray Dad with Pranav. Which was a good thing she was doing to betray my dad.


My heart raced, my dick throbbing harder, knowing she was a slut but acting like a loving mom, her hands stroking my arm gently to comfort me, her touch warm and sweaty, her dress barely covering her naked body underneath. 


“I’m okay now, just needed to get it out,” I added, my voice steady, pretending innocence.

“Karan, my love, what were you doing out here so late, Karan why aren’t you in bed?” she asked, her voice full of care, her eyes looking nervously to Pranav, who smiled back at my mom with a wicked, knowing grin, aware their secret could slip out at any moment from now. 

“Were you feeling sick all night? Why didn’t you call me?” Her body heat was overwhelming, her skin burning from fucking Pranav, her pussy and virgin asshole claimed by him, the room’s air thick with the stench of their dirty acts, her dress sticking to her sweaty skin, her big breasts pressing against the fabric as she breathed heavily, trying to act normal in front of me.

“Don’t worry about anything, just rest,” he added, his grin sly, his hand patting my shoulder, his mind clearly on Mom’s body. I nodded, pretending to be sleepy, my heart racing, knowing I’d sneak back to the keyhole as soon as he left.

My dick throbbing at the thought of seeing more. I waited a few minutes, the house quiet except for the faint creak of the floor as Pranav walked back to the bedroom, his steps heavy and deliberate, the sound fading as he reached the door. 


I slipped out of bed, my feet cold on the wooden floor, my shirt still damp with sweat, and crept back to the keyhole, the air thick with a shitty, stinky smell of mom's asshole that hit me hard, burning my nose and making my eyes water, stronger than before. 


I didn’t know why it was so intense, but I peeked through the keyhole and saw Pranav with three fingers deep in Mom’s asshole, her big butt raised high, her face buried in a pillow, her moans loud and wild.


“Ohhh, God, Pranav, it’s too much!”—her voice shaky with pleasure, her body rocking with his fingers. The smell of her stinky asshole was overwhelming, filling the room, but my horniness was stronger, my dick throbbing so hard it drowned out the disgust.


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My hand stroking as I watched, the moonlight casting shadows of her trembling ass on the wall. Mom wasn’t complaining now, her pussy dripping, her asshole stretching, the bed creaking loudly, sweat soaking the sheets, the air thick with their filthy stench.


“Is this better than Anil, Sonia? Tell me how it feels my fingers in your dirty hole,” Pranav asked, his voice filthy, his fingers moving deeper, the squelch loud and wet. 


“Do you like my fingers in there? What’s your favorite thing to eat? What do you do when you’re not with Anil?” His questions were random, his grin wicked, his eyes locked on her trembling ass.


“Ohhh, it feels so good, Pranav, but it’s so wrong!” Mom moaned, her voice breaking, her ass shaking as she answered. “I like… ohhh, pizza, and I read books when I’m alone, but please, don’t ask me that!” 

He was asking her those questions to divert her attention from him fingering her asshole.


Her questions were scattered, her mind trying to shift away from the filth, her moans loud “Mmm, God, it’s too much!”—her body trembling with pleasure, her asshole stretching wider.


“Pizza’s good, but I like meat, your asshole, stinky and raw,” Pranav grinned, his fingers twisting in her asshole, stretching it more. “What else do you like? What’s your favorite place to go? And don’t lie—tell me you love this,” he said.





“I couldn’t sleep, Mom, just felt restless and was walking around the house,” I said, keeping my voice innocent and my eyes wide, acting like I didn’t know about her fucking Pranav in the bedroom. 

“But mom, why aren’t you sleeping? It’s so late—what were you doing with Pranav in there?” I asked, watching her squirm, my dick twitching at the thought of her lies, my heart pounding with excitement and disgust. 

“Is everything okay? You look kinda tired,” I added, pushing her to lie more, my voice curious. “We were just talking, honey, nothing more,” Mom lied, her voice steady and smooth, her face calm despite the panic in her eyes, making her a great liar who could hide her fucking Pranav behind sweet words. 

“Pranav came over to check on us since your dad’s away, just making sure we’re okay,” she said, her hands rubbing my arm to comfort me, her dress clinging to her sweaty body, her big breasts heaving as she breathed.

The moonlight catching the sweat glistening on her neck and chest, her bare pussy and breasts hidden only by the thin fabric she’d pulled tight. “He’s just being a good friend, helping out,” she added, her voice soft, her lie perfect, her eyes flicking to Pranav again, nervous but composed.


“You okay, kid? That’s a lot of puke on the floor,” Pranav said as he wiped my puke using a mopper, his voice sounding concerned but fake, stepping closer with his bare chest shining in the moonlight, his dick still bulging in his shorts, impossible to miss, his grin smug and unapologetic. 

“Need some water or medicine to settle your stomach? You look pale,” he asked, his eyes looking to Mom, his hand twitching like he wanted to touch her again, his boldness making my stomach twist.

“I’m fine, just need some water or maybe medicine,” I said, my voice steady, glancing at his shorts where his big dick was clear, Mom’s eyes also looking at his shorts, her face turning redder, amazed at its size even now as if she was wanting it.


Her body trembling slightly from his presence. “It was just a one-time thing, I think,” I added, keeping my voice calm, my heart pounding, knowing she was still drawn to him, her body betraying her even as she tried to act like a mom in front of me.


Pranav walked to the sitting room after mopping the floor, his steps heavy on the wooden floor, but as he passed Mom, he slapped her big butt, the smack loud and sharp.


Her ass jiggling under the thin dress, the sound echoing in the quiet house, making my dick throb harder at the filthy act. “What was that noise, Mom?” 

I asked, my voice curious, acting innocent, knowing Pranav was disrespecting her right in front of me, my heart racing with excitement and disgust.



In Mom's Mind: Ooh Pranav is so confident slapping my big butt right next to my son. Oohh I feel so hot but I should control myself or else my son will know my darkest side. Ooohh yesss! I just want to continue to be fucked my Pranav, it feels so good cheating on my husband. I hope Karan sleeps soon so that Pranav will fuck me all night, oohh my pussy is itching.


“Oh, it was nothing, honey, just bumped into the table by mistake,” Mom said quickly, her face flushing redder, forcing herself to stay calm because I was there, her eyes shooting Pranav a sharp look.

Her hand waving slightly to signal him to put on a shirt, her eyes pleading, scared I’d notice his half-naked body and probably his massive dick inside his shorts and suspect their dirty secret. 

Pranav ignored her signal, his grin growing smugger, his dick still big and obvious in his shorts, not caring if I saw, his boldness making Mom’s panic worse as she tried to keep me from knowing she was a slut.


Fucking Pranav while Dad was away, betraying my poor dad, her body still hot and sweaty from their acts, her dress barely covering her naked curves.


Pranav grabbed a glass of water and a pill from the shelf in the sitting room, his movements slow and deliberate, his eyes sneaking glances at Mom’s thick ass, his dick twitching in his shorts as he walked back to us. 


I know he was looking at it because he wants to fuck her ass for the first time tonight and I will watch it. 


“Take this, Karan, it’ll help you feel better,” he said, handing me the pill with a calm but fake voice, his fingers brushing mine as he passed it over, his grin sly. 


I noticed it was a sleeping pill, meant to knock me out so they could go back to fucking, their secret safe from me. I pretended to swallow it, popping it into my mouth and then slipping it into my pocket with a quick move, making sure they didn’t see, my heart racing at the thought of staying awake to watch more of their filthy acts.

After we relaxed at the sitting room for 10mins, both of us three, mom asked me, “How are you feeling now, honey? Is the pill helping your stomach?” 

Mom asked, her voice soft and worried, her hands still on my shoulders, her eyes searching my face for signs of sickness, her body heat overwhelming, her dress damp with sweat, her breath heavy with the musky scent of their sex. 


“Do you need anything else, maybe a cold cloth?” she added, her concern deep, her voice trembling slightly, trying to act like a mom despite her betrayal.


“I’m okay, Mom, just need to rest a bit,” I said, my voice calm, pretending to be sleepy, my eyes catching Pranav’s hand brushing Mom’s hip again, his fingers lingering, his grin dirty and shameless, making Mom tense up, her face reddening. 


“I’ll be fine soon, don’t worry mom, just go and chat with Pranav” I added, keeping my voice innocent, my dick throbbing at Pranav’s bold moves, Mom struggling to stay calm in front of me.


“I’m going to sleep with you tonight, Karan, to make sure you’re okay,” Mom said, her voice gentle, her eyes nervous, clearly trying to escape Pranav’s grip and stay with me instead, her hands adjusting her dress to cover herself fully, her movements shaky, her face flushed with guilt. 


“You need someone to watch over you,” she added, her voice soft, her lie subtle, trying to get away from Pranav’s touch. “Why are you sweating so much, Mom? And why are you wearing so little?” 



Dear friends, My mom, a good whore, betrayed my innocent, stupid dad for Pranav, and I’m all for it. She’s a rotten mother, and I love that she doesn’t care about my dad anymore. Betraying dad was her shining moment, the best thing she ever did in her life, shaking off his pathetic loyalty like dust. 

Dad doesn't know. I’m thrilled to follow her wicked path, eager to mirror her cold-hearted ways. I love how she is a  hypocrite. Sometimes hypocrisy is really good. My pathetic dad deserves to be betrayed even if he is a good dad, I don't care.

I am a product of my slutty mom and I love to be immoral also without remorse.

In the future, I’ll chase that same raw, selfish freedom, stomping on anyone who’s too soft, just like my  mom. Her betrayal is my inspiration, and I’ll proudly walk her shameless road. She really inspires me to be immoral and I love it.





I asked, keeping my voice innocent, my eyes wide, acting like I didn’t know about her good adulterous cheating sex with Pranav, watching her struggle to answer, my dick throbbing at her discomfort. 

“It’s like you were running or something,” I added, pushing her to lie more, my voice curious. “It’s really hot tonight, honey, that’s why I’m sweating,” Mom said, her voice quick but smooth, pulling her dress tighter to look proper in front of me.


Her bare breasts and pussy hidden only by the thin fabric. “I was just relaxing in light clothes, didn’t expect you to be up so late,” she added, her lie clever, her face calm, hiding the truth of her slutty acts.

“I’ll put on something more when we get to your room,” she said, her voice steady, trying to sound normal like a good mother but I know good mothers are always the bad mothers who do bad things. 

“You’ll be fine, kid, that pill will help you sleep,” Pranav interjected, his voice fake-sweet, his eyes flicking to Mom with a knowing grin, his hand brushing her ass again, making her flinch, her face reddening even more. 


“Your mom and I were just catching up, nothing to worry about,” he said, lying right to my face, his dick still bulging in his shorts, his boldness making my heart race with excitement and disgust. 

“You rest, and we’ll handle everything,” he added, his grin sly, his hand lingering on Mom’s hip, making her tense up more.

“I’m okay, Mom, I’ll go sleep now,” I said, my voice soft, acting innocent but wanting to watch them fuck again, my dick throbbing at the thought of their filthy acts continuing. 


“You can keep doing what you were doing with Pranav, like you said, just talking,” I added, smiling to pretend I believed her lie, my heart pounding with anticipation, knowing I’d sneak back to the keyhole.

Pranav’s grin widened, and he turned to Mom, his voice low and commanding, his eyes burning with lust. “Sonia, get back to the bedroom—let’s finish what we started,” he said, grabbing her arm and pulling her slightly, not caring that I was there.

His dick twitching in his shorts, his bare chest shining with sweat. “Karan’s fine, he’ll sleep it off,” he added, his voice firm, his eyes locked on Mom’s trembling body.

Pranav guided me to my room, his hand firm on my shoulder, his grip strong, his bare chest still sweaty, his shorts tight with his big dick bulging, making my stomach twist again with disgust and arousal. 


I really wondered how that big dick entered my mom's pussy and now maybe he is going to fit it inside my mom's stinky asshole.

He tucked me into bed, pulling the blanket over me, his movements slow, his grin fake as he acted like a caring friend, his eyes flicking toward the door, eager to get back to Mom. 


“Sleep tight, Karan, you’ll feel better soon,” he said, his voice smooth but not real, his words empty as he planned to return to fucking Mom.

His voice teasing, his fingers relentless, the squelch louder. “I like… ohhh, chocolate, and going to the beach,” Mom gasped, her moans wild—“Ohhh, please, it’s so good!”—her body shaking harder. “Yes, I love it, but it’s so bad, Pranav what you are doing is so not good aahhhh” 


Her words mixed shame and pleasure, her asshole opening more, the stench stronger, the bed creaking wildly. “Sonia, women only give their assholes to men they truly love,” Pranav said, his voice low and dirty, his fingers moving faster, stretching her hole. 


“Is that why you’re letting me do this? Because you love me more than Anil? Do you feel more alive with me?” His eyes burned with obsession, his fingers relentless.


“No, ohhh, I don’t love you!” Mom moaned, her voice loud—“Mmm, please, stop!” My mom was denying him, her ass pushing back against his fingers, her body betraying her words. 


“I’m just… caught up, but yes, I feel alive!” Her asshole stretched wider, the squelch echoing, her moans wild— “Ohhh, God!” “You sure you never did anal, Sonia? Not even with that good for nothing Anil?” Pranav asked, his grin wicked, his fingers deep, twisting in her filthy asshole. 


  


“Be honest—has that fool ever touched this perfect ass? Ever made you feel this good?” His voice was cruel, his fingers relentless. “Never, ohhh, never!” Mom moaned, her voice breaking—“God, Pranav, please!”—her ass trembling. 


“Anil never did this, never touched me there, never made me feel like this!” Her words were desperate, her body shaking with pleasure, the stench of her asshole filling the room. “Did Anil ever ask for anal, Sonia? Ever want this tight hole?” 

Pranav pressed, his fingers circling, pushing deeper, his voice cruel. “Tell me, does he even care about your body? Does he know what you need? Does he know that a woman must be fucked in her asshole?" His grin was smug, the squelch loud.


“No, he never asked,” Mom gasped, her moans loud—“Ohhh, mmm!”—her face buried deeper in the pillow. “He never wanted it, never tried, never knew what I needed!” 


Her voice was shaky, her asshole stretching more, the stench stronger, the bed shaking. “Then he doesn’t love you, Sonia,” Pranav said, his voice sharp, his fingers relentless. 

“A man who loves his woman claims every part of her—especially her asshole. Anil’s a loser, ignoring this perfect hole. Why stay with him if he can’t give you this?” 


His words were filthy, his grin smug, the moonlight catching the sweat on his face. “Why do you say that?” Mom moaned, her voice trembling—“Ohhh, God, it’s too much!”—her ass pushing back, her body betraying her doubt. 


“Anil loves me, he’s good to me, but… ohhh, this feels different!” Her words were weak, her asshole opening wider, the stench overwhelming. “He’s a fool who doesn’t know your body,” Pranav growled, his fingers moving in different ways, circling, pushing, stretching her asshole wider, the squelch loud and wet. 





“He doesn’t deserve you—look how you’re opening your asshole for me. You were made for this, Sonia.” His voice was cruel, his fingers relentless, the bed creaking, sweat dripping from Mom’s body, her moans filling the room—


“Ohhh, Pranav, please!” 






In Mom’s Mind: I think Pranav is right—Anil never touched my asshole, he didn't want my asshole, never even asked for anal sex, while my married friends talk about their husbands giving them anal, saying it’s what men do when they love you. 

I’m starting to doubt if Anil really loves me because he never used my asshole, but my body is craving for Pranav’s touch, feeling alive in a way Anil never made me feel. I’m so guilty, betraying Anil like this, letting another man claim my most forbidden hole, but it feels so good, so thrilling. 

God, please forgive me for this sin, for loving this filthy act.





Pranav kept fingering her asshole, switching between slow, deep pushes and quick twists, his middle, index, and ring fingers stretching her tight hole, the squelch loud and wet, her ass shaking, sweat dripping onto the sheets, her big breasts bouncing as she rocked, her moans wild—

[Farz@123]

That's the best raw sex story.... Please try to give update soon

[Wasifahim]

Ufff hot update

[Farz@123]

Bro where is the update

[kohli2458]

Next update please

[Mehtab_]

Anyone who feels to continue writing story is free to do so, don't have ideas at the moment.