Adultery My Shy Mom Seduced And Fucked by Sir Suresh

[nadia]

CONTINUATION.........




In the morning after everything that had happened  last night still hung heavily in my mind. I woke up with a strange feeling, as if the night had not fully left me. The scenes of the previous evening played on repeat in my head— Sir Suresh fucking  my mom's big ass for the first time, the way my mom screamed as if something inside her asshole was awakening. What had I witnessed? I couldn’t shake it off.

I got out of bed and made my way to my mom's bedroom. As I walked through the hallway, I couldn’t stop thinking about the how Sir Suresh fucked my mom's asshole, that man was surely a strong man and by now I knew mom's asshole was loose. 

It had been so tight before he fucked her asshole, but now I knew it was not as tight as earlier. My thoughts kept swirling around.

When I reached my mom's bedroom, I found Sir Suresh sitting on mom's bed, a towel wrapped around his body as he read a newspaper. The room was warm, the smell of my mom's shit still lingering in the air because yesternight Sir Suresh really ravaged mom's asshole and she accidentally shitted on the bed due to the heavy pounding she received.


The morning sunlight filtering in through the curtains. Sir Suresh didn’t notice me at first, so I stood in the doorway for a moment, watching him. He looked so calm, so collected, as if nothing out of the ordinary had taken place last night. The room was still untidy and mom's bra, panties and also Sir Suresh's inner wears where all scattered all around the room. 

“Sir,” I said, breaking the silence. “When did you come in?” He glanced up from her newspaper, his eyes momentarily flashing with something like guilt? But it was gone in an instant. A smile curled on his lips as he said, “I just got here.”

I raised an eyebrow because I knew how he was a chronic lair but I loved how he lied. “What are you doing in mom's bedroom?” I asked, even though I already had a pretty good idea of the answer.

Sir Suresh stiffened slightly, a small flicker of tension passing through him. But he recovered quickly, his expression returning to its usual calm. “Just resting for a bit,” he answered smoothly, his voice betraying no hint of nervousness. But he kept glancing at how the room was scattered with his inner wears and mom's inner wears and that made him slightly nervous.

Just then, the door creaked open, and mom walked in, carrying a tray filled with steaming plates of Indian breakfast, and I noticed it was Sir Suresh's favorite breakfast: Idli-Sambar: Steamed rice cakes served with a lentil-based vegetable stew and coconut chutney. Mom froze when she saw me standing there, her eyes widening in surprise for just a moment. Then, she quickly covered it with a bright smile.

“Oh, you’re up! Rajeev” mom exclaimed. “I didn’t know you were awake already.” Mom quicky started picking up her inner wears and Sir Suresh's too from the floor, on the bed and also some were on the desk even where I was standing. She was trying to cover things up. I wanted to ask her why are her panties and Sir Suresh's boxers together but I decided not to.

I couldn’t help but notice how she looked at Sir Suresh, a brief glance that only I seemed to catch. They both knew they were lying, but neither of them seemed willing to acknowledge it. But friends, I loved how the tension was in the bedroom. The tension was palpable, and I found myself wanting to ask more, but I didn’t.

“I’m hungry,” I said instead, taking a seat at the small table they had set up in the bedroom. “Thanks for the breakfast, mom.” She set the tray down in front of me, and as I began to eat, I noticed Sir Suresh was glancing at mom more often than usual. His eyes were filled with a look that seemed to be... playful? He gazed at her magnificent boobs.


Every now and then, he would wink at my mom, and my mom would shift uncomfortably, her cheeks tinged with pink. There was something undeniably intimate in their exchanges, something that made me feel like I was intruding on a secret but a secret that I already know.

As I sat there mom went back to the kitchen to pick up something she left, I glanced toward her big ass. It had grown since the night before—much larger than it had been previously. It was almost as if it had expanded, swollen with some unknown power. My eyes lingered on it as she jiggled it up and down and sideways, and I couldn’t help but think back to last night. 


How had Sir Suresh filled mom's big ass with that holy sperm of his? What was happening? Was that sperm still in my mom's asshole?

I knew one thing for sure: my mom's fat ass was no longer just my mom's. It was Sir Suresh's now, completely and entirely owned by him. My poor dad, who was still working abroad, had no idea what was going on. His wife was being used properly by his very own colleague, Sir Suresh. And my mom? She was hiding the truth from him. 

Mom came back and sat in front of me and Sir Suresh. She looked cheerful and happy and this was not usual to her. As we started eating, as soon as I tasted the breakfast, I was flabbergasted by how delicious it was, I was even licking my fingers just from the first taste.


"Woow mom! The breakfast is so lively and palatable." I said as I looked at her. "Well, you know I am the best cook and chef, heheh", mom replied while looking at Sir Suresh.

Then Sir Suresh, while giving a naughty grin at my mom said, "I can't disagree with that, Rajeev, you know your mom cooks the best food  and I tasted all her tasty dishes since I visited" As soon as Sir Suresh said this, I glanced at my mom and she seemed nervous but she tried hard to pretend smiling.


I knew what Sir Suresh meant although he was mixing the words in a creative way that only him and mom could understand. "Yee....yeah you are right Suresh, and I am proud that you tasted all my dishes", my mom said while looking at him. I could not believe she replied this. 

My religious mom was talking in a slutty way to a man whom is not even her husband. Woow! This made me excited.


"What dishes of my mom did you taste Sir?", I queried while looking at him. Sir Suresh, who took a bite of one biscuit looked at me at first then glanced at mom and said, "I tasted all her dishes, all her spices and all her ingredients. However, yesterday's dish at night was the best"


"Why was it the best Sir?", I asked. "It was the best because it was the dish she never cooked for anybody else, in fact, it was the first time she cooked that dish and allowed me to taste it and it had a good fragrance to it", Sir Suresh replied. I knew he was speaking about her asshole because it was the "dish" that mom never gave to anyone, not even my dad.


Mom got more and more nervous and I could see her secretly signaling Sir Suresh to quit with the innuendoes because she was apprehensive that I might suspect something more. However, Sir Suresh just smiled at mom as he drank the tea. "You know what Rajeev", he asked as I continued eating. "What Sir?", I encouraged.


"This tea she cooked today morning, has a good amount of milk in it and also in the right proportions, not a more and not less but also I tasted her milk too and it tastes even better", Sir Suresh said still making my mom more anxious.


"Oohh really mom?", I questioned while gazing at my mom. "Ye...well..yes he is right, he tasted all my milk and he loved it", my mom said as she drank tea as she looked at Sir Suresh with a playful anger. Sir Suresh was teasing my mom.


Then I asked, "Mom, will you invite Sir Suresh from now on so that he can taste all your milk and dishes every day?" Then my mom who was shocked by this question got shivered slightly but managed to calm herself.


"Oh yes Rajeev", she said as she kept her hands on my head, brushing my hair. "Sir Suresh is a good family friend and I will surely invite him everyday so that he can taste all my dishes and my milk"

Friends, I could not believe what I was hearing from my mom. She was avowedly praising Sir Suresh and affirming that all her milk and dishes will continue to be tasted by Sir Suresh. Even Sir Suresh was joyous. 

This words were music to my ears. I couldn't believe what I was just hearing. My dick got slightly hard underneath the table. How could my mom, who was religious and conservative all those years all of a sudden speak naughtily about another man like this? And much more in front of him.


Friends, if a woman is fucked very good by a man who is not her husband, then she will praise that man all the time. Women, especially moms, love sex and not just sex, a very good intense sex and that will make them become puppets to that man who fucks them good.


I had spent the rest of the morning trying to make sense of everything. After breakfast, Sir Suresh went to take a bath, leaving me and mom alone in the bedroom room. I woke up and made my way towards the kitchen. Friends, in our home, when you head to the kitchen, there is always a way in which you must pass the bathroom before you get to the kitchen.

So as I made my way to the kitchen, I could hear showers in the bathroom and I knew Sir Suresh was bathing. Something told me to peek inside the bathroom. I peeked inside the bathroom and saw, Sir Suresh holding one of my mom's unwashed panties, he was holding it so carefully. 

Just before I left, I saw him gently rub mom's panties against his chin as if he were contemplating something, and I couldn’t shake the oddness of it. He then started smelling mom's unwashed panties, inhaling it while he closed his eyes. It was so erotic. He took another inhale as he rubbed his dick.

Why would he be doing that? Why does he smell mom's panties? I walked away from the bathroom lest my mom catches me watching through.

30 minutes past and Sir Suresh went to his usual business and I was left in the house with mom.


As I sat there in the sitting room, my thoughts swirling, I noticed the way my mom seemed to have changed over the past few days. Her demeanor had softened, her smile more constant, and she no longer seemed as guarded. She had become much closer to Sir Suresh, almost inseparable. More closer than my dad.

It wasn’t just the way they exchanged glances—there was something deeper now. They were connected in a way that I didn’t fully understand, even spritually. And my mom's body was now intoxicating... It was so much bigger now, more curvier its roundness almost comical, its shape exaggerated. 

Beside it, her breasts, the size of which seemed even more absurd. It wasn’t just large—it was swollen, almost fat in a way that made me feel uncomfortable.





My mom had become so open with Sir Suresh, unbothered by my presence as they interacted. I had never seen my mom in this way before. She wasn’t shy or reserved anymore. In fact, I saw her excitement on days when Sir Suresh would give her gifts. She used to wear tight clothes in the house and I knew she was doing it deliberately to infatuate and entice Sir Suresh.

One afternoon, Sir Suresh  had presented my mom with a beautiful pair of anklets, bangles, and a set of earrings—traditional items my mom had always admired. I watched as my mom's face lit up, her eyes sparkling with joy. She was clearly been won by Sir Suresh.

“This is for you, Sunita,” Sir Suresh had said, handing her a delicate silk saree, its deep red reflecting my mom's favorite color. “I thought this would suit you perfectly.”

My mom's hands trembled with excitement as she accepted the gift. She couldn’t stop smiling, and I had never seen her so happy before. Even I, as a mere observer, felt excited for her. It was clear that Sir Suresh was making my mom happier than I had ever seen her before.

Sir Suresh also gifted me a new pair of tuxedo suits that looked quite expensive.


My mom spent most of her time at home, but mostly on her phone because she chatted often with Sir Suresh, and I began to see the changes in her more clearly. It wasn’t just her boobs and ass that was expanding. There was something else—something subtle, yet undeniably there.

One afternoon, as I sat in the living room, I got an idea. I called up my friend Rahul, eager to get his thoughts on everything that had been going on. We met at a playground.

When we met, I couldn't help but describe what I had witnessed. “Rahul,” I said, my voice lowered in a mix of excitement and confusion. “You won’t believe what I saw that night. You were right all along, Sir Suresh finally fucked my mom's asshole and filled her asshole with his holy sperms, literally filling it. And mom screamed. She seemed... to be more excited taking Sir's dick inside her sacred asshole, almost like it was magical.”


Rahul raised an eyebrow, his face a mix of disbelief and curiosity. “Wait, hold up,” he said, leaning in closer. “She screamed? What happened next?”

I told him how I had watched Sir Suresh's, calm and focused, fucking my mom's asshole. “It was like she was doing something important, something sacred,” I explained, struggling to find the right words. “And then mom screamed—she screamed, like... like it hurt her in some way. I don’t know, Rahul. It felt like there was some kind of bond between her and Sir's huge cock.”


"I told you", Rahul said, "I promised you that Sir Suresh would surely fuck your mom in the ass. Remember I told you that if any man sees your mom's juicy ass beneath the saree, they would want to fuck her asshole for sure?", "Yes I remember you telling me that."

Rahul nodded slowly, his expression thoughtful. “Okay, that’s pretty wild. But I’ve got a question for you. When you say her ass was filled, did it look like... like the stuff inside, did it come out of a hole or something?”


"What stuff?", I asked because I didn't understand him. "Well, you know her shit?", he said.

I froze. "Yeah, it was disgustingly exciting. It looked like... brownish. It came out of her asshole, and I was actually excited to see it. Sir Suresh was even more joyful as he saw it."

Rahul seemed amused, but there was a knowing gleam in his eye. “Well, it’s not that strange. I mean, shit always come from her asshole you know. Haven’t you noticed that before?”

I blinked, confused. “What are you talking about, Rahul?”

He leaned back, folding his arms. “You really didn’t know, did you?” he said with a grin. “That big ass of your mom, man, it’s not just any ass. It’s special, and it’s not just your mom's anymore.”

My heart skipped a beat. “What do you mean?”

Rahul lowered his voice, as if he was about to reveal some dark secret. “Sir Suresh now owns it. All of your mom's body belongs to him now.”

“What?” I asked, shocked. “But how do you know? What about my dad?”

Rahul leaned in closer, speaking in a hushed tone. “I’ve seen it, man. I’ve seen it happen before. Every night, I watched my dad's boss and my mom Jaya, and I see and masturbating watching my dad's boss filling my mom's holes every night. It’s a ritual, something powerful, and it feels good—almost like it’s meant to happen.”

I continued listening to him, "after my dad's boss fucked my mom, she always thinks about him. She even calls him sometimes and says to him that she want to get fucked again and again. Trust me, my dad doesn't even know it but my mom always pretends that she loves my dad but in truth, all her corrupted heart belong to my dad's boss."

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. “So, you mean that your mom is now owned by your dad's boss?” I asked. Rahul nodded. “Yeah. It’s not just Sir Suresh and your mom. This happens all over our community. When your mom and Sir Suresh fucked, it has a way of transferring ownership, a way of connecting illicit relationships. And once your mom is owned, it’s not just about your mom's body—it’s about the connection between the two people getting into illegal affair. It’s like a bond, a powerful one. Profoundly secretive”

I sat there, digesting what Rahul had said. I didn’t fully understand it all, but the pieces were starting to fall into place. "But see", Rahul continued, "your mom will continue her illicit relationship with Sir Suresh but at the same time she will ensure that your dad doesn't know about it"



Later that evening, as I walked back into the house, I found Sir Suresh and my mom sitting close together on the couch. Sir Suresh had his arm around my mom, and they looked... comfortable. 

Too comfortable I guess and I was happy to see their bond so good. But as soon as they saw me, they quickly disentangled themselves, straightening up as if nothing had happened.

Sir Suresh whispered something to my mom, and I caught the words, “It’s okay, he wouldn’t understand.”

I smiled, a little amused by their attempt to hide whatever was going on between them. They thought I didn’t understand, but I did. I had been paying attention.

"Hello Rajeev, I see are back" my mom said, trying to divert my attention. "Yes mom, I was with my friend Rahul"


I headed to my bedroom, not saying anything. When I came back to the living room later, I started playing video games with my headphones plugged on my ears, pretending not to notice them. But I couldn’t help but watch out of the corner of my eye. Then something which was really hot transpired. Mom was still siting with Sir Suresh and talking.

My mom, while getting up from the couch, accidentally farted close to Sir Suresh, a huge and smelly gas from her asshole. It made a sound like PPPPRRRRR!!!! if something was escaping from it. My mom's face turned bright red with embarrassment, and she quickly muttered, “Oops, sorry!”


At the corner of my eye, I took a slight glance, only to find him leaning closer to my mom's big ass, sniffing the air of fart. “Mmm,” he said softly, almost to herself. “It smells nice.” 

I froze, unable to believe what I was hearing. I never knew Sir Suresh will get turned on by my mom's farts. Friends, for me I knew that farts were always pungent but for Sir Suresh, my mom's farts from her asshole were smelling really nice and this made me horny. My mom was even shocked.

They were saying all of this in front of me, but since I was young, they assumed I wouldn’t understand but they were wrong. I understood perfectly well. 

My mom turned sharply, her face twisting in a mix of disbelief and disgust but she smiled with a whispering voice because she didn't want me to hear. “What?” she snapped. “That’s disgusting, Suresh! How can you say that? My son will hear you, he is just here with us in the sitting room”

Sir Suresh smirked, her tone playful but laced with a strange sincerity. “Sometimes,” he said with a slight shrug and whispering tone, “the most delicious things are the ones we think are disgusting. You’ll understand one day. Sunita, your farts smell very nice. How could I not love the smell of your farts especially when they escape that big ass of yours after I fucked it yesternight?”


My mom's expression amazed further. She muttered something under her breath, I couldn't hear it, and quickly walked away, shaking her head and smiling at him. It seems she was amazed by Sir Suresh's words but at the same time turned on by it. 

I sat frozen, watching the scene unfold secretly. My thoughts were racing. What did Sir Suresh mean? And why was he so enchanted by my mom's fart?

As mom walked towards the hallway, Sir Suresh gaze drifted back to mom's fat ass. His eyes lingered on her ass round, oversized form, the curves shimmering faintly under the soft saree. My mom's ass, which was already fucked by him, jiggled slightly, its motion almost hypnotic, as if responding to some unseen force. 

I was telling myself, "Woow look at that wonderful piece of big ass my mom has, I can't believe it was fucked yesternight when I saw it from start to finish"

It wasn’t just a subtle movement—it was rhythmic, deliberate, almost alive. Each jiggle seemed to echo a silent, teasing dance, and Sir  Suresh's eyes remained locked on it, his fascination growing.





But it wasn’t just my mom's ass. I realized, with a sinking feeling, that Sir Suresh wasn’t simply interested in mom's ass itself. He was captivated by all of my mom's curves, the her breasts that sat swollen beside it, and even the strands of hair she sometimes twirled absentmindedly in her fingers. 

It was a fixation that I couldn’t fully understand, but it was undeniable. Friends, let me tell you, I am quite sure that my mom became quite curvy and more juicy because Sir Suresh fucked her. Earlier, she was curvy but not much curvier as now. I now understood that if a woman is fucked in all her holes, then she becomes more curvier.


I remember even my friend Rahul telling me this. As mom walked, heading toward the door with a quick stride, but something caught her attention. She glanced back at Sir Suresh . A small, knowing smile crossed her lips, she knew he was watching her. It was an odd, almost whimsical moment, and I couldn’t make sense of it.

And as if encouraged by this strange realization, she began to make her big ass jiggle even more. This time, it wasn’t accidental. Her steps became deliberate, each one sending vibrations through the floor that made the her fat ass bounce, then more noticeably. 

The jiggles grew in intensity, almost playful, as my mom moved with purpose. It was as if she wanted Sir Suresh to fuck her right away by how he was seducing her.

One day later, my dad returned home from abroad, pulling a heavy suitcase behind him. His face, though tired, was brightened by a smile that stretched across his mouth. It had been months since we last saw dad, and the house seemed to come alive again with his presence. I stood by the window, watching as my dad entered, my heart stirring with happiness.

But at the back of my head, since dad came, he was not really aware of what erotic scenes was happening in his house involving his wife.

My mom, who had been pacing the room in anticipation, rushed forward as soon as my dad stepped through the door. Her excitement was palpable, but deep inside, I could sense her discomfort, a secret that lay beneath her joyous facade. 

My mom had been keeping something from dad, a deep secret that she has never revealed, a truth that I knew but had never shared. It involved Sir Suresh—a person whom my dad trusted but whom my mom was hiding a crucial but illicit relationship with. 

To me, this secret was sacred, one that no one ought to know. Moreover, this secret to me was a hot one! "My love!" my mom exclaimed, her voice trembling with excitement. Without hesitation, she reached out and kissed my dad's mouth  in a gesture of warmth.

To me, I told myself, "eeeewwww! My dad just kissed my mom's lips but he doesn't know that the lips he is kissing a few days ago sucked his colleague's Sir Suresh' big dick" So this means that basically my dad is tasting another man's taste of dick inside my mom's mouth.

My mom broke the kiss smiled at him, my dad embraced her in return. "Jaanu! It's been so long! How are you doing?"

"I'm fine, my love," my mom replied, her voice soft, a hint of nervousness hiding behind her smile. "I'm just so happy you're home." She was really acting innocent and trying very hard to be herself.

I stood a little away from them, feeling the gap between us grow with each passing second. I had missed dad too. It had been a while since we last spoke, and seeing him again brought a sense of comfort, though it was hard not to notice the subtle tension hanging in the air.

"Hey, my friend!" my dad said as she turned to me, his smile wide and genuine. "It’s been so long. How are you doing?" he asked, his tone warm as always.

"I'm doing well," I replied, smiling back. "college's been keeping me busy, but I'm managing." I felt a rush of nostalgia as we spoke, remembering the days when we would chat without any hidden thoughts clouding our conversations.

My mom, who had been holding dad's luggage, took it to the sitting room. My dad's gaze lingered on my mom for a moment before his expression softened.

"You look... gleaming, my love," Dad said, his eyes scanning my mom with a hint of admiration. Clearly, he was admiring what Sir Suresh was fucking and how Sir Suresh turned my mom to be a curvy woman.

My mom, a little flustered by the compliment, blushed and lowered her gaze. "Oh, I—I'm just shining because I knew you'd be coming," she said quickly, trying to deflect the attention. My mom was really good at lying. Friends ever since my mom and dad were together, my mom never lied to my dad.

But right now, in front of my eyes, my mom was lying directly to my dad's face and since had no choice or suspicion whatsoever, he just decided to believe my mom but didn't know what big lies my mom was keeping from him.

But I knew the truth. My mom was glowing because of something else entirely. It had nothing to do with dad's arrival. It had everything to do with what Sir Suresh had done to my mom's big curvy body now, though no one would ever know that from my mom's words.






NEXT PART COMING SOON! DON'T MISS OUT. The next story is about how Sir Suresh fucked my mom in our house while my dad was sleeping due to tiredness of travelling.