Adultery Home renovation with mother

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Family Life Before the Renovation


My name is Amit, a 16-year-old boy studying in college. Me live in a small town in India with my family. My dad, Ramesh, is a hardworking man who went to Saudi Arabia two years ago to earn money for the family. He works long hours in the oil fields, sending money home every month. 'Beta, study hard,' he always says on video calls. 'This job is for your future and your sister's.'

My mom, Sunita, is 38 years old. She is a simple, good woman—devoted wife and mother. She wears her thali mangalsutra every day, the gold chain with the sacred symbols around her neck, a sign of her marriage to my dad. Sunita manages the house alone while dad is away. She cooks, cleans, and prays in the mornings. My sister, Priya, is 20 and stays in a college hostel in the nearby city, studying to become a teacher. She comes home only on weekends or holidays.

One day, my family decides to renovate the old house. The kitchen and bathrooms need fixing after years of wear. Sunita calls a local contractor, and he sends three workers from Bihar. They are strong, rough men looking for work. Their names are Raju, Babu, and Shyam—all from a village near Patna. Raju is the oldest at 35, tall and muscular with a thick mustache. Babu is 30, shorter but stocky, always smiling slyly. Shyam is 28, lean and quick, with sharp eyes.

The workers arrive with their tools and bags. 'Namaste aunty,' Raju says politely to Sunita as they start. 'We will do good work. The renovation will take about 5 months. We stay in the small shed near your house, okay?'
Sunita nods, feeling a bit uneasy but trusting. 'Yes, work hard. My husband is away, so I am alone here with my son. My daughter comes sometimes from hostel.' She shows them the areas to fix—the kitchen walls, the leaky roof, and the bathroom tiles. Amit is at college during the day, so Sunita supervises alone.

The first few weeks go fine. The workers hammer and paint, chatting among themselves in Bihari dialect. But they notice Sunita—her simple saree hugging her curves, her fair skin, and the way she bends to serve tea. 'Dekho yaar, kitni mast maal hai,' Babu whispers to Shyam one day while drinking water from the well. 'Aunty ka figure dekha? Gaand to bahut badi hai.' (Look, what a hot piece. See her figure? Ass is so big.)

Shyam laughs softly. 'Haan, lekin pati Saudi mein hai. Akeli hai. Thoda time do, chance milega.' (Yes, but husband in Saudi. She's alone. Give it time, we'll get a chance.)

Raju, the leader, warns them. 'Pehle kaam karo. Video banao secretly, phir dekhte hain.' (Work first. Make videos secretly, then see.)

The First Temptation: Raju's Move

After a month, the weather turns hot. Sunita sweats while helping carry bricks. One afternoon, Amit is at college, and the workers are breaking for lunch in the shed. Raju sees Sunita alone in the kitchen, wiping her forehead.

'Aunty, paani pilao na,' Raju calls, stepping inside with a grin. (Aunty, give water.)
Sunita pours water from the pot. 'Here, Raju ji. Work is so hard in this heat.'

As she hands the glass, Raju 'accidentally' brushes her hand. His eyes linger on her blouse, where sweat makes the fabric stick to her breasts. 'Aunty, aap to bahut sundar ho. Pati ji lucky hai.' (Aunty, you are so beautiful. Husband is lucky.)

Sunita blushes and turns away. 'Chup karo, Raju ji. I am married woman. Just do your work.'
But Raju doesn't stop. Over the next days, he finds excuses to talk. 'Aunty, yeh saree kitni achhi lag rahi hai aap par.' (Aunty, this saree looks so good on you.) He helps her lift heavy pots, his body pressing close. Sunita feels uncomfortable but says nothing, not wanting trouble.

One evening, after heavy rain, the roof leaks in the kitchen. Raju comes to fix it late, around 8 PM. Amit is studying in his room. 'Aunty, main abhi theek karta hoon,' Raju says, climbing the ladder.

Sunita watches from below, holding a lantern. As he works, his shirt rides up, showing his sweaty back. Suddenly, he slips a bit. 'Aah!' he groans.

Sunita rushes. 'Raju ji, careful!'
He climbs down, pretending to twist his ankle. 'Aunty, dard ho raha hai. Thoda massage kar do na.' (Aunty, it hurts. Massage a little.)
Sunita hesitates. 'I can't. Go to doctor.'

But Raju sits on the floor, wincing. 'Please, aunty. Just a bit.' He pulls her hand gently to his leg. Sunita, being kind, kneels and rubs his calf lightly through his pants.
Raju watches her bend, her pallu slipping, revealing her cleavage. His cock hardens in his pants. 'Aunty, upar bhi dard hai,' he says softly, guiding her hand higher. (Aunty, pain above too.)
Sunita pulls back. 'No, Raju ji. This is wrong.'

But Raju grabs her wrist. 'Aunty, aap akeli ho. Pati door hai. Thoda maza lo.' He pulls her closer, his other hand on her waist. (Aunty, you're alone. Husband far. Take some fun.)

Sunita struggles. 'Leave me! I will shout.'
Raju covers her mouth. 'Shor mat karo. Bas ek baar.' (Don't shout. Just once.) He kisses her neck roughly, his hand sliding under her saree to squeeze her thigh.
Sunita freezes, tears in eyes. But her body, untouched for years, betrays her—a slight shiver. Raju feels it and pushes further. He hides a small phone in his pocket, recording secretly from an angle.
He pulls her saree up, fingers rubbing her pussy through panties. 'Aunty, geeli ho gayi ho. Chahiye na lund?' (Aunty, you're wet. Want cock?)

'No... please...' Sunita whispers, but her resistance weakens as he fingers her clit.

Raju unzips his pants, pulling out his thick, 7-inch cock, veiny and hard. 'Dekho, aunty. Yeh tere liye.' (See, aunty. This for you.) He forces her hand on it. Sunita gasps at the heat.

He pushes her against the wall, yanking panties aside. 'Chup, le le.' (Quiet, take it.) With one thrust, he enters her pussy, wet from his fingering. Sunita bites her lip to not scream.

'Ahh... Raju... slow...' she moans softly as he fucks her steadily, his cock stretching her tight walls after years without sex.

Raju grunts, pounding harder. 'Saali randi, kitni tight hai teri chut. Pati ne choda hi nahi.' (You slut, your pussy so tight. Husband didn't fuck you.) He pulls her blouse open, sucking her nipples while thrusting deep.

The recording captures everything—the slap of skin, her muffled moans. After 10 minutes, Raju cums inside her, hot spurts filling her womb. 'Le mera maal, kunwari.' (Take my seed, virgin.)
Sunita collapses, crying. 'Go away. Never again.'

Raju smirks, zipping up. 'Theek hai, aunty. Secret rahega.' He leaves, but the video is saved.
The Threat and Escalation
The next day, Raju shows the video to Babu and Shyam in the shed. 'Dekho, maine kar diya. Ab usko majboor karenge.' (See, I did it. Now force her.)

They laugh. 'Ab humari baari,' Babu says. (Now our turn.)
That evening, after Amit goes to sleep, Raju calls Sunita to the shed. 'Aunty, aao. Baat karni hai.' (Aunty, come. Need to talk.)
Sunita comes, scared. 'What?'
Raju plays the video on his phone. Sunita's face pales seeing herself moaning, her thali mangalsutra swinging as Raju fucked her. 'No... delete it!'

Raju laughs. 'Nahi, aunty. Ab tu hamari randi hai. Agar nahi maani, to video bhej dunga tere bete ko, beti ko, aur pati ji ko Saudi.' (No, aunty. Now you're our whore. If not agree, send video to your son, daughter, and husband in Saudi.)
Sunita begs. 'Please, Raju ji. I have family. Don't ruin me.'

'To aaj Babu aur Shyam ko bhi chudwa. Warna video viral.' (Then let Babu and Shyam fuck you too. Or video goes viral.)
Tears flow, but she nods. The three men surround her in the shed. Babu pulls her saree off roughly. 'Aunty, teri chut mein mera lund daalunga.' (Aunty, I'll put my cock in your pussy.)

Shyam grabs her ass. 'Aur gaand mein mera.' (And my in ass.)
They strip her naked, her thali mangalsutra dangling between her full breasts. Raju pulls it like a leash. 'Yeh teri pati ki nishani, ab hamari kutiya ki collar.' (This your husband's sign, now our bitch's collar.)

Babu lies down, his 6-inch cock hard. 'Baith ja, randi.' (Sit, slut.) Sunita straddles him, lowering onto his cock, gasping as it fills her pussy.

Shyam spits on her asshole, pushing his 6.5-inch cock in slowly. 'Aah, tight gaand!' (Ah, tight ass!) Sunita screams in pain. 'No... hurts!'

'Chup, saali! Le double chudai.' (Quiet, bitch! Take double fuck.) They thrust together, DP-ing her—Babu in pussy, Shyam in ass. Raju films it all, then shoves his cock in her mouth. 'Chus, kunwari.' (Suck, whore.)

Sunita gags on his cock, body rocking between the two pounding her holes. 'Mmmph... fuck... oh god...' she mumbles around it.
'Teris chut aur gaand hamari hai ab,' Babu grunts, slapping her tits. (Your pussy and ass ours now.) They use bad words nonstop: 'Randi, kutiya, chinal—le lund, bhar le apni gehraai.' (Whore, bitch, slut—take cock, fill your depths.)
After 20 minutes of rough DP, they cum one by one—Babu in pussy, Shyam in ass, Raju on her face. Cum drips from her holes, her mangalsutra sticky.

'Kal se roz aana, warna video,' Raju warns. (Come daily from tomorrow, or video.)
The 5 Months of Whoredom
From then on, Sunita becomes their secret whore. Every day after Amit leaves for college, she goes to the shed. They fuck her in turns or together, treating her like dirt.
One morning, two months in: 'Aunty, aaj kitchen mein chodo,' Shyam says. They bend her over the counter, Raju fucking her pussy doggy-style while she chops vegetables. 'Jaldi kaam kar, randi. Lund lete hue.' (Work fast, slut. While taking cock.)

'Ahh... yes... fuck me harder,' Sunita moans now, broken, her body craving it despite shame.
Babu pulls her mangalsutra. 'Yeh pehen ke chud rahi hai, pati bhool gayi?' (Wearing this and getting fucked, forgot husband?)
They record more videos—her sucking cocks, anal only, cum swallowing. 'Pee le hamara peshab bhi,' Raju orders once, making her drink their piss like a toilet slut.
Amit starts noticing. Mom seems tired, avoids his eyes. One day, he comes home early from college and hides near the shed. He peeks through a crack—sees Babu and Shyam watching a video on the phone: Mom on her knees, sucking Raju's cock, then getting DP-ed, her screams of 'Fuck my ass, you bastards!'

Amit's heart breaks. He runs away, crying, but doesn't tell anyone, too shocked.

The workers notice Amit sometimes but laugh. 'Uska baap Saudi mein paise bhejta, hum uski maa chodte.' (His dad sends money from Saudi, we fuck his mom.)

Sister's Involvement

Three months into the renovation, Priya comes home for a weekend break. She's pretty, 20, with long hair and a slim figure, wearing jeans and top from college.

The workers eye her immediately. 'Dekho, didi bhi mast hai,' Babu whispers. (See, sister also hot.)
Sunita warns Priya. 'Stay away from workers, beta.' But Priya, curious, chats with them while helping with chores.

'Priya ji, college kaisa?' Shyam asks innocently.
'Good, bhaiya,' she smiles.
One night, Sunita is forced to the shed again. Priya wakes thirsty and goes to kitchen, hearing noises. She sneaks to shed, sees through window: Mom naked, riding Raju's cock while Babu fucks her ass. 'Yes, fill me, you dirty Bihari cocks!' Sunita yells.

Priya gasps, but Shyam, outside for smoke, catches her. 'Priya ji, andar aao.' (Come inside.)
He drags her in. The others see. Sunita cries. 'No, leave my daughter!'

But Raju smirks. 'Ab tu bhi hamari, Priya. Warna teri maa ka video dikha denge sabko.' (Now you too, Priya. Or show mom's video to everyone.)

Priya begs. 'Please, I am virgin. Don't.'
They don't care. They strip her, Shyam first. 'Teri chut tight hogi, college wali.' (Your pussy tight, college girl.) He fingers her roughly, making her wet against her will.
Babu and Raju hold her down. Shyam thrusts into her pussy, breaking her hymen. 'Aah! Pain!' Priya screams.

'Le randi, ab tu bhi slut,' Shyam grunts, fucking hard. Blood mixes with her juices.
Sunita watches, forced to suck Babu's cock. 'Beta, sorry...'
Soon, they DP Priya too—Raju in her ass, tearing it open. 'Gaand phaad di, chinal!' (Tore your ass, slut!) Priya cries but moans eventually.

Over the weekend, they fuck both mother and daughter together. 'Mother-daughter chudai, mazaa aa gaya,' Raju laughs, pulling Sunita's mangalsutra while cumming in Priya's mouth.
Priya goes back to hostel, but they threaten her with videos too. She starts visiting more, becoming their whore secretly—sneaking to shed during holidays, letting them gangbang her in college breaks.
The Ending: Secrets and Lies
The 5 months end. The house is renovated beautifully. Workers leave, but with copies of all videos. 'Kabhi bulayenge, randi,' Raju texts Sunita later. (We'll call anytime, slut.)

Sunita realizes she's pregnant—four months along. The baby is likely Raju's or one of theirs, from the creampies. When Ramesh comes home on leave, Sunita acts normal.

On video call first: 'Ramesh ji, good news. I am pregnant. Your child.'
Ramesh jumps with joy. 'Really? After two years? Must be from my last visit!'
Sunita lies, touching her mangalsutra. 'Yes, ji. Our family grows.'
Amit knows the truth but stays silent, heartbroken. Priya, now addicted to the thrill, sometimes meets the workers in secret, letting them use her body. She concludes her college with good marks but carries the dark secret, occasionally craving the rough fucks that changed her from innocent girl to hidden slut. Sunita gives birth to a boy, raising him as Ramesh's, the thali mangalsutra hiding her shame forever.
The family pretends all is well, but the workers' cocks left permanent marks