Adultery Mother's Secret

[Paty@123]

Waiting for update plz

[storywriter]

I knocked. Tup, tup. But it was weak, barely audible. I steadied my hand and knocked again, hard this time. Tupp, tupp, tupp.


A sudden hush fell inside the room.


A few tense moments passed by. Nothing happened, everything silent.


I cleared my throat. “Mom, it’s me. Can you open the door please?”


The silence seemed to deepen. No answer. No reaction.


“Mom?”


I started to hear hushed whispers, a rustle of sheets and clothes from inside the room. I waited. A few more moments passed by, but still no answer, no response.


“Mom, I know you are in there with Shekhar.. I know, mom.. But it’s okay. It’s fine. Just, open the door. I just want to talk. It’s okay”.


The silence lasted a few more moments, and then it was broken by urgent whispers and sound of feet moving about the room inside, sound of clothes, and continued whispers.


“I am waiting mom..”


Each passing minute feeling heavier, after about 5 minutes, the door creaked open, partially. My mom stood behind in all her beauty, with her long dark hair pulled up into a loose bun, her saree hastily worn over her slim figure, the chest heaving and bulging prominently above the small flat stomach, one hand holding the door while the other hand protectively clutched the saree near the chest.


Shekhar stood in a corner of the room, in a pant and shirt handed down to him by my father, his face white with fear.


I pushed the door open and stepped inside the room.


My mom’s eyes looked terrified as she tried to look at me and failed and looked down and away. Then she made another attempt to look at me, and her voice broke as she started to say “I was just...”


I cut her off. Looking straight at her, my eyes travelling all over her, i cleared my throat again and said, “Mom, look, you don’t have to explain. You and Shekhar are both adults. I won’t come between whatever you both want to do with each other consensually. I don’t want to come between your pleasure. But, what you both are doing now is too risky. Meeting in the fields, and at home like this when dad can come in anytime.. it’s not good. If anyone gets to know, we won’t be able to live in the society”.


Mom was looking at me now with wide eyes.


I looked at Shekhar and said, “Shekhar, from now on whenever you want to meet my mom, you call and ask me first. I will will tell you if it is safe or not. Then you can come here to our home, and i can keep a lookout and warn if my father or anyone else is coming”.


Both Shekhar and my mom were looking at me with their mouths open, speechless.


“Okay, there is still some time for dad to come back. You both can close the door and continue in here. I will be outside. Shekhar, just let me know when you leave”.


Saying this, i stepped out of the room, pulling the door half closed behind me. I went to the couch in the living room and sat down, facing the main door.


I heard voices from the room. My mom urging Shekhar to leave. But encouraged by my words, Shekhar seemed reluctant to leave. Their hushed voices continued for some more time. And then the room door slowly creaked close again, and locked from inside. And the bed started creaking again.

[nadia]

I knocked. Tup, tup. But it was weak, barely audible. I steadied my hand and knocked again, hard this time. Tupp, tupp, tupp.


A sudden hush fell inside the room.


A few tense moments passed by. Nothing happened, everything silent.


I cleared my throat. “Mom, it’s me. Can you open the door please?”


The silence seemed to deepen. No answer. No reaction.


“Mom?”


I started to hear hushed whispers, a rustle of sheets and clothes from inside the room. I waited. A few more moments passed by, but still no answer, no response.


“Mom, I know you are in there with Shekhar.. I know, mom.. But it’s okay. It’s fine. Just, open the door. I just want to talk. It’s okay”.


The silence lasted a few more moments, and then it was broken by urgent whispers and sound of feet moving about the room inside, sound of clothes, and continued whispers.


“I am waiting mom..”


Each passing minute feeling heavier, after about 5 minutes, the door creaked open, partially. My mom stood behind in all her beauty, with her long dark hair pulled up into a loose bun, her saree hastily worn over her slim figure, the chest heaving and bulging prominently above the small flat stomach, one hand holding the door while the other hand protectively clutched the saree near the chest.


Shekhar stood in a corner of the room, in a pant and shirt handed down to him by my father, his face white with fear.


I pushed the door open and stepped inside the room.


My mom’s eyes looked terrified as she tried to look at me and failed and looked down and away. Then she made another attempt to look at me, and her voice broke as she started to say “I was just...”


I cut her off. Looking straight at her, my eyes travelling all over her, i cleared my throat again and said, “Mom, look, you don’t have to explain. You and Shekhar are both adults. I won’t come between whatever you both want to do with each other consensually. I don’t want to come between your pleasure. But, what you both are doing now is too risky. Meeting in the fields, and at home like this when dad can come in anytime.. it’s not good. If anyone gets to know, we won’t be able to live in the society”.


Mom was looking at me now with wide eyes.


I looked at Shekhar and said, “Shekhar, from now on whenever you want to meet my mom, you call and ask me first. I will will tell you if it is safe or not. Then you can come here to our home, and i can keep a lookout and warn if my father or anyone else is coming”.


Both Shekhar and my mom were looking at me with their mouths open, speechless.


“Okay, there is still some time for dad to come back. You both can close the door and continue in here. I will be outside. Shekhar, just let me know when you leave”.


Saying this, i stepped out of the room, pulling the door half closed behind me. I went to the couch in the living room and sat down, facing the main door.


I heard voices from the room. My mom urging Shekhar to leave. But encouraged by my words, Shekhar seemed reluctant to leave. Their hushed voices continued for some more time. And then the room door slowly creaked close again, and locked from inside. And the bed started creaking again.

Will Shekhar fuck your mom in her ass?

[Paty@123]

Little bigger update are appreciated

[Limu1234]

Good continue

[Eswar P]

Is it also cuckold story. Not expected.

[Eswar P]

Next update please

[Eswar P]

Hai bro

[Paty@123]

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[Eswar P]

Update please

[Paty@123]

Plz update sir

[1234rocket]

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[Lustywriter]

Complete the story. Update it quickly. We are waiting.

[Paty@123]

Update plz sir

[Paty@123]

Update sir

[Paty@123]

Update

[Paty@123]

Has the story stopped, plz clarify atleast so that we will not open this thread

[storywriter]

As I sat in the couch, hearing the sounds from the locked room, I once again realized how hard I had become. It was throbbing, moving without touching. While breathing hard, I hesitantly brought my hand up, and just put a finger on it over the fabric of my shorts, and immediately burst out in a wet jet. Cursing myself, I tried to stop the flow, but no use. I was already soaked through.


I quickly got up and went to my room and changed into a fresh shorts, throwing the wet one into a corner of the room. Then I quickly came back and sat in the living room couch again. The sounds were still coming from the locked room, and to my surprise I was hard again. But this time I didn’t make the mistake of touching myself.


After some long minutes the sounds stopped, and after a few more moments the door opened and Shekhar came out slowly. He walked in the direction of the main door and then paused and slowly looked at me. I looked at him, not saying anything. He looked sheepish, awkward, and then he moved his head in a way that was partly expressing gratitude and partly asking permission to leave. I moved my head, wordlessly saying ‘Okay, go!’


After he closed the main door behind him and left, I went and locked it, and then turned towards the spare bedroom and went in there.


Mom was sitting on the bed, her saree and blouse were down in a heap on the floor, and I saw her bra near the pillows. She had pulled up the sheets covering herself, clutching at the sheets with her hands so tightly that her knuckles were turning red. Her hair was fully open and messy, her sindhoor slightly smudged, and she was softly sobbing.


My first thought when seeing her like that was how beautiful she looked, her face red and covered in tears.


I told her in a voice that I hoped was soft, “Mom, you should get dressed and go back to your room, before dad gets home.”


She looked at me, her face twisting in a wordless anger and disgust.


I said nothing and threw up both my hands, as if saying ‘Okay, okay, fine!’ And I backed out of the room and closed the door, giving her privacy to get dressed.


I stood outside, waiting, and after around 10 more minutes, mom came out dressed, her hair still open. She didn’t even look at me as she passed by and went straight to her bedroom. I turned off the lights and went back to my room, and slept.

[Ayush01111]

Chutiya beta

[storywriter]

The next day morning my mom didn’t talk to me at all. She even avoided looking at me as much as she could. I wondered if my dad would notice it, but it didn’t look like he did.


She had cleaned up well. She had taken a full bath, with her hair wrapped up in a towel and wearing a red bindi and sindhoor, glass bangles- she looked like a typical beautiful village housewife.


After lunch, I was sitting in the living room watching some TV, and my dad was sitting in the front porch reading newspaper, while my mom was cleaning up in the kitchen. That was when I heard the voice of Shekhar from the front porch.


I came out and saw my dad greeting him. “Oh Shekhar.. Haven’t seen you in a few days. Where have you been?”


Shekhar just gave a sheepish grin.


My dad called out to my mom, “Shilpa! Our Shekhar is here! Bring him some tea.”


I looked at Shekhar. He grinned at me awkwardly, and then looked away.


As Shekhar and my dad started talking- my dad sitting in his easy chair while Shekhar standing with his hands folded respectfully, my mom brought a cup of tea in a steel mug, and another in a ceramic cup. She handed the ceramic cup to my dad quietly, and then gave the steel mug to Shekhar, her face down, not looking into his eyes. He was looking at my mom with a hungry look. His fingers brushed and lingered on my mom's fingers as she handed him the mug, and I thought her cheeks had turned red.


Then my mom quietly turned around and went back inside.


As they sipped their tea, my dad told Shekhar, “There is not much work in the fields today, hmmm.. okay, do one thing. Some pests have grown in the vegetable garden. You can clean them today.”


Shekhar shook his whole head in acceptance, his torso bowing in front of my dad. As he sipped his tea, his eyes were searching in the direction of the kitchen for my mom, but she could not be seen.


He drained his mug and cleaned it from the tap of water near the garden, and kept the mug on the floor of the front porch. Then he went to the front yard of the house to work in the vegetable garden.


My dad took a nap in his easy chair. And after waking up about half an hour later, he went inside his room and came back dressed, informed me and mom that he will go to the town for some work, and left through the front yard.