Adultery My Shy Mom Seduced And Fucked by Sir Suresh

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CONTINUATION......





The sunlight peeked through the blinds, casting soft rays across the room as I stirred awake. My mind still foggy from sleep, I was startled by a cheerful voice as I reached the sitting room.

“Good morning! How did you sleep?” My mom greeted me warmly, her tone unusually bright. She was wearing one of those black and pink sarees Sir Suresh bought her. I don't know why she didn't wear any of my of the sarees my dad bought her. She was only wearing those Sir Suresh purchased for her.

I think she was slowly falling in love with Sir Suresh and this were the clear signs and I was not at all bothered.

I blinked, still adjusting to the light. “Uh, morning... I slept okay, I guess,” I muttered. “What about you?”

She smiled, her eyes sparkling. “Oh, I slept like a baby! A perfect night’s rest.”, she answered and I noticed the glow in her eyes.

Her enthusiasm caught me off guard. My mom was rarely this energetic in the mornings. Usually, she was slow to rise, groggy, and indifferent to conversation before her first cup of tea especially when dad was around. I chalked it up to a good night’s sleep, but something about her demeanor seemed different—happier, almost radiant.

I know this demeanor is from her association and illicit relation with Sir Suresh. I could not imagine how my traditional mom who for the last 15 years sustained her religious practice today turn into completely polar opposite person.

Over the next few days, My mom's behavior started to change. It wasn’t drastic, but subtle things began to catch my attention. Like she used to quickly pick up when Sir Suresh called her through her phone. Sometimes, she would be sitting in the sitting room me and her watching tv but as soon as she gets a call in her phone by Sir Suresh, she quickly gets up and dashes to her room and locks herself and chats with him.

Sir Suresh was clearly obsessed with my mom and same with my mom clearly over the moon and enchanted by him. My dad was undoubtedly out of the picture. He was no longer in the mind of my mom. My dad's calls were sometimes not even answered by my mom. 

For example, sometimes, when my mom cooks, dad calls but she never picks up, she just gazes at the phone and she throws it on the sofa. She was evidently apathetic towards my dad. And I think Sir Suresh's big dick made my mom despise dad.


She seemed glued to her phone, constantly checking it and smiling as she scrolled through messages of Sir Suresh. Whenever I approached, she would quickly lock the screen and put the phone away, a faint blush creeping onto her cheeks. I wondered why.

“What’s so funny?” I asked one evening, trying to sound casual.

“Oh, nothing,” she replied quickly, her smile widening.

Her joy was infectious, and yet I couldn’t help but feel a bit puzzled. I had never seen my mom this happy, not even during celebrations or festivals or during the presence of my dad. Something—or someone—was clearly bringing her immense joy and that person is clearly Sir Suresh. My dad seemed to be sidelined.


One afternoon, my mom told me she needed to run to the grocery store. “I’ll be back in an hour,” she said, grabbing her bag and heading out the door.

As soon as she left, curiosity got the better of me. I had to know what—or who—was making her so happy. I knew it was Sir Suresh but I wanted to eagerly know what they were talking about and their plans because it was now a week since they seen each other. I reached for her phone which was hidden in the drawer in her bedroom, hesitating for a moment before unlocking it. What I saw left me stunned.

There, at the top of her chat list, was a conversation with Sir Suresh. My heart raced as I tapped on the chat. The messages painted a picture I wasn’t prepared for. Here was the WhatsApp messages I read between them;


Sir Suresh:
Sunita, you promised me! When can we meet, I want to fuck you so hard on your marital bed before your stupid husband comes.

My mom:
I’m not sure, Suresh. I’m really nervous...

Sir Suresh:
Don’t be! Remember you promised to give me something special, your tight unused asshole. Isn’t this what we talked about?

My mom:
Yes, but I didn’t think it would be so soon...

Sir Suresh:
The sooner, the better. You’ll love it, trust me. This time, you will scream so hard when I fuck your asshole. Did you enjoy our last meeting?

My mom:
I did... It was nice. You were so rough though. ???

Sir Suresh:
Rough is the way to go. I noticed you enjoy when I do it rough. Then there’s nothing to worry about! By the way, send me some pictures of your big ass and pussy. I’d love to see them and jerk off.

My mom:
What?! No, Suresh! Rajeev might see my phone! You know he might check my phone even when I cook, I can't risk

Sir Suresh:
Come on, Sunita! He doesn’t need to know. Just be careful. You can send them now, and then delete them later. Make sure you send me all your holes pics

My mom:
But how do I even send something like that?

Sir Suresh:
It’s easy! Just go to your bedroom, remove your clothes and send them one by one. Then after I receive, delete them.

My mom:
I don’t know, Suresh... This feels risky.

Sir Suresh:
Trust me Sunita. I’ll never share them with anyone. It’s just between us.


MY MOM THEN SENT THIS PHOTOS TO SIR SURESH AND I WAS SHOCKED TO SEE HOW MY MOM HAS CHANGED























My mom:
Alright, fine. But promise me you won’t show them to anyone.

Sir Suresh:
Of course! When can I come over? My dick is always hard just when I think about you

My mom:
???I don’t know. I’m scared, Suresh. What if someone finds out?

Sir Suresh:
No one will find out. Just pick a day, and I’ll make sure it’s perfect. On your marital bed, bang! bang! bang! 

My mom:
Okay... How about Friday? At night but come when Rajeev is asleep around 10pm because I suspect that he will smell something fishy going on.

Sir Suresh:
Perfect! Friday it is. And don’t worry about anything. Rajeev is too young to understand this. When I use your asshole for the first time, you’ll see—it’ll be wonderful.

My mom:
But I’m scared about you opening my asshole. I have never done it in the back before, not even my husband did it to me.

Sir Suresh:
Sunita, your tight asshole is meant to be fucked by me. Keeping it closed forever would be a waste. Once I fuck it with my dick, you’ll see how special it is. Trust me—you’ll love it.

My mom:
But you really do it rough even when you were doing my pussy, I am afraid you will tear my asshole

Sir Suresh:
Sunita, no need to worry, I will fuck your ass until you scream my name

My mom:
????





In the days that followed, I began noticing small but significant gestures from Sir Suresh. Bouquets of fresh flowers arrived at the house, their vibrant colors brightening the living room. Expensive necklaces, wrapped in delicate boxes, were delivered with handwritten notes.

My dad never showed this kind of loving gestures to my mom. Ever since dad was transferred to work in another country, he never even dared to send my mom flowers.

My mom's face lit up every time she received something from Sir Suresh. Her joy was palpable, her sounds of singing ringing through the house in a way I had never heard before. My mom sang like Cinderella. She seemed transformed—confident, radiant, and almost in a state of perpetual bliss.

I watched from the sidelines, trying to make sense of it all. Whatever Sir Suresh was doing, it was clearly making my mom happy. Their shared bond was growing stronger and with vitality every single day and my dad was unaware of this.

But at the same time, a part of me couldn’t shake the feeling that this newfound happiness came with its own complexities. Late one night, I stirred from my sleep, the faint creak of a door pulling me from the edges of a dream. I opened my eyes and heard sounds like flashing of phone was coming out from my mom's bedroom. 


I knew she was alone because Sir Suresh wasn't with her at that time and he didn't come home that night. Quietly, I got up, stepping into the dimly lit hallway. My heart racing as usual and my dick swelling simultaneously. A soft glow emanated from the direction of the of her bedroom. Curious, I tiptoed toward the source.

Reaching her bedroom, I stopped outside the door, careful not to make a sound. The door was locked, but the faint sound of movement came from within. Pressing my ear to the door, I heard the faint shutter click of a phone camera. My heart quickened as I realized she was taking photos.

I quickly realized that she was taking more naked photos of herself and sending them to Sir Suresh. I was amazed of how Sir Suresh couldn't sleep without having some of my mom's pic in his phone that is why he was hounding my mom asking for her naked photos.

Unable to contain my curiosity, I peered through the keyhole. There she was, her phone angled as she took selfies, her expressions alternating between shy smiles and playful poses. She was naked and she took several photos bending over or standing and changing clothes every time she took photos. 

She adjusted the camera to focus on her pussy, boobs ass and asshole. She spread her pussy flesh and clit slightly, capturing them from different angles. It was clear these photos were meant for someone specific— Sir Suresh.

The fact that my mom was so committed to this man was stunning me. I never knew she would devout herself to another man who is not even married to her. But who knows, maybe she was enjoying it and why not?


I retreated to my room, my mind racing. My mom had become so engrossed in her newfound bond with Sir Suresh that she was waking up around at night to send him these private images. There was something intimate, almost obsessive, about it. I couldn’t deny the growing tension in the household. Something had shifted, and it was palpable in every interaction.

My mom was no longer the wife of my dad but the woman of Sir Suresh. This man Sir Suresh was gradually grabbing my mom away from the grip of my dad.


Another night, unable to sleep, I found myself standing outside my mom's bedroom door. A faint moan of a melody drifted through the woody door of my mom's bedroom. Intrigued, I leaned closer, pressing my ear against the door. Her moans were soft, almost dreamy, as she moaned a single name over and over.

“Suresh... Suresh aahhhh ...” she moaned, her tone filled with longing. I wondered what she was doing so I decided to cautiously peep in the window. What I saw instantly made my dick hard. My mom was on her back, her fingers rubbing her pussy in a fast motion. Her left hand was rubbing her boobs simultaneously just like how she masturbates.

She was moaning and masturbating her mouth singing the anthem of Sir Suresh. This is when I confirmed that my shy mom is finally the woman of Sir Suresh. She is no longer going back to loving my dad even though they are still married.

The sound of her moans sent a pang through my chest. I could imagine her sitting on her bed, eyes closed, completely absorbed in the thought of Sir Suresh as she rubbed her tight pussy. It was almost surreal to witness someone so entirely consumed by another person. She continued masturbating until she cummed and fell asleep still naked.

As days turned into weeks, I couldn’t help but feel sorry for my dad. Once my mom's closest confidante, my dad had now been relegated to the periphery of my mom's life. 

They barely spoke, their once-frequent phone calls now a distant memory. My dad wondered why my mom rarely picks his calls and even if she picks, she as if she doesn't want to talk to him.

I recalled how my dad used to be with us often, my mom's laughter filling the house as him and my mom shared stories and secrets. Now, dad seemed like a shadow, his presence fading as my mom's attention was monopolized by Sir Suresh. This made my dick hard. Friends, for me, I would have never thought that this scenario of my mom being tranced by Sir Suresh would ever make my dick rock hard.

My mom was distant, her responses curt and detached whenever she spoke with my dad. It was weird to witness their loving unravel, the bond they once shared dissolving in the wake of my mom's infatuation with Sir Suresh. What did Sir Suresh do to my mom?

My mom herself was changing in more ways than one. Her breast and ass, once modest and unassuming, began to grow. They seemed larger, fuller, almost as if they were blossoming under Sir Suresh's influence. She carried them with a newfound pride, often admiring them in the mirror.

Whenever she walked around the house, her breast and full ass used to jiggle up and down.

At first, I thought it was my imagination, but the change was undeniable. Her ass gleamed with a peculiar shine, and her boobs seemed sharper and her nipples piercing through her bra, its contours more pronounced. My mom would hold them, turning them over in her hands, a soft smile playing on her lips. It was as though they were transforming into extensions of herself, symbols of her connection with Sir Suresh.

One evening, I overheard a conversation between my mom and Sir Suresh. Their voices were low, intimate, but I caught enough to understand the depth of their bond. They were sitting in the sitting room. Sir Suresh wanted to cuddle my mom but she was hesitant and reminding him that I was in the house.

“Sunita,” Sir Suresh's voice was soft but probing, “tell me something. Who do you love more—me or your husband?”

There was a pause, the silence heavy with hesitation. “I... I don’t know,” my mom admitted, her voice trembling.

“Come on,” Sir Suresh coaxed gently. “Be honest with me. You know how much you mean to me.”

“I do,” my mom whispered. “It’s just... my husband and I have been married for so long. He's always been there for me.”

“But has he made you feel the way I do?” Sir Suresh pressed. “Have you ever felt this good with him?”

My mom was silent for a long moment before finally speaking. “No. I’ve never felt this way before. With you... it’s different. It’s... special. I’ve never felt so good.”


“So, who do you love more?” Sir Suresh's voice was teasing but insistent.

My mom exhaled deeply. “You. I love you more than my husband.” I was shocked when I heard this. My mom pointblank confessed to Sir Suresh that she loves him more than my dad. This bond between them was so intense and inextricable.

The confession hung in the air, its weight undeniable. It was a moment of raw vulnerability, a declaration that solidified their bond. Sir Suresh's smile rang out softly, filled with satisfaction and affection.

“I love you too, Sunita,” he said. “More than you’ll ever know.” This line made my mom smile, a glow gleaming across her face. In the days that followed, I watched as my mom grew more radiant, her joy almost tangible. They didn't fuck because my mom was really hesitant although Sir Suresh continued asking for her.

However, inside the house, I used to see them secretly kissing and hugging. However, my mom was very cautious. Even one day, during day time, Sir Suresh came to our home. Mom told me to remain in the sitting room as she wanted to discuss something with Sir Suresh. Then after few minutes, I went to peep secretly in mom's bedroom.

Sir Suresh wanted to fuck my mom but she refused so Sir Suresh asked for a blowjob. My mom quickly got down on her knees and started swallowing his cock in her small mouth and sucked his dick until he cummed all over his face.





I noticed several moments of this nature but they didn't actually fuck because my mom was still nervous because maybe I would know.



Flowers continued to arrive at the house, their vibrant blooms filling every corner with color and life. Alongside them came expensive necklaces, their delicate designs glinting in the light. Each gift was accompanied by a note from Sir Suresh, his words filled with adoration and care.

My mom would beam as she opened each package, her happiness spilling over in bright cheeful and shy smiles. She wore the necklaces with pride, their shimmering presence a constant reminder of Sir Suresh affection. It was clear that Sir Suresh's influence was reshaping her, not just emotionally but in every aspect of her being.









Now the day reached when I was going to witness my mom being fucked at her marital bed. That morning, my mom asked me to accompany her to the mall. She said she wanted to buy some dress. I think she was going to buy one of those naughty dress to impress Sir Suresh tonight before he fucks her hard.


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