Adultery Mother's Secret

[aravindkkumar08]

Same type of story read in regional language where son fuck his mother

[dreamsecrets]

Same type of story read in regional language where son fuck his mother

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[dreamsecrets]

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.

Update story next part, make mom more bold and open enjoying fully now in front of son with his support while he masturbate and later join them

[Manju roy]

You write very well. I have just read your bus story and I cannot tell you how much I liked it. You are writing this story very well too. I hope you both will complete the story. It would have been great if you had given the next part today. Otherwise, you are an excellent writer.

[PELURI]

Update story next part, make mom more bold and open enjoying fully now in front of son with his support while he masturbate and later join them

cuckson..?

[storywriter]

You write very well. I have just read your bus story and I cannot tell you how much I liked it. You are writing this story very well too. I hope you both will complete the story. It would have been great if you had given the next part today. Otherwise, you are an excellent writer.

Thank you very much.

[storywriter]

I stepped out to the front porch as my dad left, and saw Shekhar looking at him leave. Within a few moments, he stepped upto the front porch with heavy steps, tried to look inside the house, saw my mom sitting down in the living room couch. Their eyes met, and Shekhar licked his lips as he stared at her up and down. And then he turned and looked at me with a hungry expression.


I gave a look inside and saw my mom, and then I glanced outside towards where dad had left, and then I turned to Shekhar and moved my head towards the door while jabbing my thumb in the same direction, signalling him to go inside.


He took a deep breath and stepped inside, as I followed him and closed the main door.


My mom was looking at him with wide eyes, her chest heaving up and down at a quickly increasing rhythm over her small waist, along with her mangalsutra. Her freshly washed hair was covered in a towel in a loose bun.


Shekhar took a couple of steps towards her, his eyes locked with hers, and then he unbuttoned his shirt and took it off, and dumped it on a nearby chair, revealing his flat stomach and slightly muscled, well defined chest, his eyes still locked with hers.


My mom made a quick move and got up from the couch, and tried to walk away towards her bedroom.


But Shekhar blocked her path with just a couple of fast strides, and took her in his both arms.


My mom struggled in his arms, twisting and turning, trying to wriggle herself away, her hands softly beating at his bare chest and shoulders, her bangles clinking, but only ended up buried deeper in his arms.


He started to pull her towards the spare bedroom now, and mom kept resisting, writhing like a fish out of water. His arms and his hands were moving all over her neck, back, waist, buttocks, and arms, as she kept twisting and squirming, panting heavily. The towel keeping her hair in a bun got looser and quickly fell down, and her hair cascaded down like a waterfall. They were too close to each other for her beating hands to have any effect on him, so she tried to push him away, her palms pressing on his naked chest and shoulders, her nails gouging into his skin, but he simply pulled her closer, as he kept stepping towards the spare bedroom.


I felt a slight uncertainty while watching, about whether I should intervene, whether I should stop this. But I had seen how my mom was cooperating so fully with Shekhar in the shed, how mutual was their involvement. I had heard her moans in this very same house last night, and I also knew that she had given in to him again last night, when I had given them privacy. I was no expert on women, but I just knew that this was just shame that I was seeing, not true unwillingness.


By then Shekhar had already half dragged and half carried my mom into the spare bedroom, and he was about to close the door. He was slightly struggling to close the door one handed, while trying to manage to hold on to my mom with his other arm, but it looked like her resistance was fading already, and she seemed ready to finally give in to her young lover.


I yelled, “Stop!”


They both looked up at me with surprise.


Was that a slight disappointment I saw on my mom’s face?


I said “No need to close the door.. just leave it open..”


My mom’s eyes became bigger than ever, and I saw the front of Shekhar’s pant give a violent twitch, as he pulled her pallu down, and nuzzling his face in her neck lustily, he pulled her down to the bed.


I slowly walked towards the room.