Adultery My Shy Mom Seduced And Fucked by Sir Suresh

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(((FOR THOSE BUMPING ON THIS PART OF THE STORY FOR THE FIRST TIME, THIS SECTION OF THE STORY IS WHERE MY DAD'S COLLEAGUE, SIR SURESH, FUCKS MY MOM IN OUR HOUSE WHILE MY DAD WAS SLEEPING DUE TO TIREDNESS OF TRAVELLING. ENJOY!!)))




"That’s so sweet of you, my cutiepie," my dad smiled warmly, clearly pleased by my mom's lies.

We all settled down in the sitting room. My dad who looked tired, sank into the sofa, looking around the room as though taking in the familiar surroundings. I joined him on the couch, the silence between us filled with the weight of unspoken things, unspoken lies and betrayal behind his back.

He looked around the house but he there was nothing that was different, or nothing that gave an air of suspicion, this is because mom ensured that all things were back in place the same way my dad left it. Earlier in the house before dad came, Sir Suresh with my mom's love games made the sitting room quite untidy.

"So, how’s college been?" my dad asked me after a few moments of quiet, his eyes tired but his voice still bright.

"It’s been tough," I answered, trying to focus on the conversation instead of the thoughts running through my mind. "Lots of assignments, but I’m keeping up. How about you? Work keeping you busy?" I asked, genuinely curious.

My dad nodded, his eyes dimming slightly. "Yeah, it’s been exhausting. Traveling for work, meeting new people... there's barely any time to catch up on things at home."

As he spoke, I couldn’t help but notice how tired he looked, the bags under his eyes betraying the long hours he must have been putting in. But there was something else too. Inasmuch as dad was tired and working very hard, on the other hand, my mom was cuddling with another man while he was aware. 

Friends, I don't know but this type of betrayal made my dick hard just thinking about it. But then again, I thought to myself, This is a good lie. It’s a holy lie that my mom is hiding from dad. It’s meant to protect my mom, and sometimes protection comes at a cost.

I didn’t feel guilty. I couldn’t. I knew what was happening, and I had come to accept that sometimes things were meant to remain hidden. In this case, Sir Suresh was taking something important from my dad, my mom, his most precious property. 

My mom had let Sir Suresh  take it, and now my dad had no idea that his property is being used fully and it has been recently used on his marital bed.

I told myself, If my dad didn't take care of mom, then someone else will. It’s no big deal.

Just as I was ,.ng this over, my mom entered the sitting room from the kitchen, carrying a tray with tea cups. She placed it down on the table between us.

“Here, my love and my Rajeev,” she told me and dad, her voice still high, her nervous energy palpable. "I made tea for you two"

My dad took a sip from his cup, nodding in approval. "This is really good tea, my love. You’ve really been taking care of things while I was gone."

"Of course," My mom replied quickly, flashing her usual smile. "Anything for you, my king."

In my head I was telling myself, "my mom was also taking care of Sir Suresh"

But as mom spoke, I noticed something else. She was trying too hard to sound casual. She was pretending like she wasn’t hiding anything from my dad. The tension in her movements was visible. She wanted to make sure my dad didn’t get suspicious that Sir Suresh had been around when he wasn’t.

Of course dad knew that Sir Suresh was here at Pune but he didn't know that Sir Suresh was also used to sleep on his bed and fuck his wife in the previous days he was absent. 

The silence stretched for a moment before my dad spoke again. “By the way, how’s Sir Suresh? Has he been coming to greet you guys?” My mom stiffened slightly at the mention of Sir Suresh's name. She seemed taken aback, her eyes darting nervously to me for a split second before she answered. “Oh, Sir Suresh's... very nice, my king. He's always been so kind. Very supportive. We get along well.”

Her voice was smooth, but I could sense her discomfort. I couldn’t help but wonder what was going through my dad's mind, listening to my mom praise someone she trusted.

I, too, chimed in, agreeing with my mom's words. “Sir Suresh is really good, dad. You should see how caring he is with everyone. He also bought me some video games.”

For a moment, my dad looked at me smiling. He seemed to be processing something, though I couldn’t tell exactly what. Maybe he was noticing the strange vibe between in my mom's words, or perhaps he was questioning the sincerity behind our words. "OOh I know, Sir Suresh is a nice man", my dad said.

"He has been such a nice person ever since he helped me get that job", dad said. However my dad praised Sir Suresh, my dad had no idea that the person he is praising was fucking his wife very hard.

"And he is very rich", I said while mom also smiled at me. "Yes, you are right Rajeev", dad replied, "Sir Suresh is a co-operative luminary and is a wealthy man, you will also be wealthy one day."


In my head, I felt good as dad told me that one day I will be as rich as Sir Suresh. Friends, in fact, when I grow up, I just want to be like Sir Suresh and rich so that I can also fuck other men's wives. It is such a fun thing to do fucking a woman who is not yours. I never knew it is so much tastier to fuck another man's wife.

To me, Sir Suresh was like my role model. The way he fucked a woman that is not legally his (my mom) and made that woman his own woman made me think that this is the way to go.

Just then, my dad's gaze fell on something shiny and gleaming around my mom's neck. A necklace an expensive one. His eyes widened because he has never seen my mom wearing that kind of expensive necklace. Not only that, my dad could hardly even afford that type of expensive necklace.

 “My love, that’s such a beautiful necklace! Who bought it for you?” my dad asked.

My mom almost choked on her tea, her eyes widening in surprise. For a moment, she froze, her fingers tightening around the cup. I could see her mind racing as she struggled to come up with an answer.

"Uh... it was from a... female friend," my mom lied so quickly, her voice a little breathless. “She gave it to me as a gift.” Friends, from the start of the conversation between my mom and dad, my mom had just been lying throughout to dad.


I remember that necklace very well, it was the same necklace that Sir Suresh bought my mom when both three of us went to Mumbai. I thought my mom forgot to remove it but I just thought that it was so good on her so she decided to wear it.


I watched as my dad nodded, accepting my mom's explanation without question. "It looks really good on you, someone may think that you are a queen", my dad said as this compliment made my mom shy.


Friends, one thing about my dad is that whatever mom said to him, he always believed because he was sure that my mom would never lie to him. But now, he doesn't know that my mom was lying to him extremely.

My dad then smiled, clearly pleased that my mom had a friend who cared enough to give her such a precious gift. But he doesn't know that my mom's friend and fuck mate is Sir Suresh, his own colleague.

In that moment, I felt a pang of guilt for my dad. He has no idea, I thought. He was being lied to, and he trusted us both. But then again, I reminded myself, This is a holy lie.

Just as I was ,.ng this over, my mom quickly followed up with another piece of praise. “Sir Suresh has been so wonderful to me, my love. He is a nice person, I am happy that you found such a good person.”

My dad looked at my mom, a little puzzled. He didn’t seem to understand why my mom was suddenly so full of praise for Sir Suresh. But he accepted it without pressing further.

"I’ll have to meet him sometime, I know he is a very busy person despite him coming here in Pune" my dad said, smiling, though I could sense his curiosity but he looked sleepy. I wanted to tell my dad Sir Suresh is not a busy person because he had all the time to fuck my mom but I didn't even dare say that.

I, too, added to the conversation, agreeing with my mom once again. "Sir Suresh is a great person, dad. Really caring and thoughtful. When are you going to invite him dad?" I asked

"Ooh you mean Sir Suresh?", dad asked. "Yes", I answered. "Ooh very soon, I will call him right now to see when he can come. His hectic job rarely gives him a chance but let me try", my dad answered.

Then I glanced at my mom and for some reason, her face was smiling, she was looking happy and I think it is because my dad acknowledged that he was going to invite Sir Suresh over. Friends, I knew that my mom was really in love with Sir Suresh because every time his name was mentioned, she was automatically smiling.


Then as dad talked to Sir Suresh over his phone, it was clear that Sir Suresh was coming. "Ohh right now? you will be free? Well alright, you can come over", I heard dad telling Sir Suresh over the phone.

Friends, I was amazed that Sir Suresh was going to come to our house and many thoughts were ringing inside my head like how is my mom going to behave in front of the person who fucked her plus in front of her husband.


And also I had very naughty thoughts asking myself if Sir Suresh was actually going to fuck my mom inside our house while my dad was sleeping. Could that really happen? It was hard for me to envision that kind of scenario unfolding right within our house.


But deep down inside, I knew my shy mom will never allow that to happen because she will get afraid but I knew Sir Suresh doesn't fear anything. He can fuck my mom inside our house even when dad is sleeping. If he fucked mom already, then what else can he not do?

It was a sweltering noon when Sir Suresh arrived at our house. The cicadas outside were loud, and the occasional gust of wind barely relieved the heavy atmosphere. My dad had called him earlier in the day, and although Sir Suresh's visits were not unusual, there was something about his arrival this time that felt different.

Dressed in his usual confident attire of expensive suit, he stepped inside with an air of familiarity, his bright smile lighting up his face. His bag dangled from one shoulder, and he greeted everyone with his typical ease.

“Namaste, friend!” Sir Suresh said as he entered, bowing slightly in respect to my father, who was seated on the sofa reading the newspaper.

Dad set aside the newspaper he had been reading, adjusting his glasses as he looked up at Sir Suresh. "Ah, Suresh, welcome. It's good to see you. How have you been?"

"Doing well, Sir," Suresh replied as he took a seat across from him. "Busy, as always, but managing."

They exchanged pleasantries, their conversation flowing easily. Dad inquired about Suresh's work, mentioning a mutual acquaintance they both knew, and Suresh shared updates on his latest projects. I sat nearby, pretending to read a book, but I was really tuned in to their conversation.

At that moment, my mom was not in the sitting room, she was still in the kitchen. As Sir Suresh discussed with my dad, I noticed he kept looking around the house trying to find where my mom is. I knew Sir Suresh really missed my mom and missed fucking her no wonder he was constantly surveying the house with his eyes while sitting down.


My mom then  walked into the room carrying a tray of tea. I couldn’t help but notice how her movements seemed unsteady, her hands trembling slightly as she placed the tray on the table. She already knew that Sir Suresh was in the house. She glanced at him, her expression a mix of nervousness and forced composure.

"Tea for everyone," she said softly, pouring the cups and handing one to Suresh. As my mom bent to serve tea to us, I noticed her boobs were visible under her bra and blouse and this made Sir Suresh's eyes gaze deep into her cleavage. "How are you Sir", my mom greeted Sir Suresh. "I'm fine, you cooked one of your favorite tea huh?", Sir Suresh said which made my dad laugh.




"Thank you, Ji," Sir Suresh said warmly, his deep voice carrying an easy charm. He was constantly gazing at my mom. My dad who was not aware of what was going on because he wanted to sleep so badly.

My mom and hurried back to the kitchen. Her unease was obvious, though Sir Suresh didn’t seem to pay it any mind. She shook her fat ass as she walked to the kitchen and this naughty Suresh was gazing at it even when dad was with him. He sipped his tea, continuing his conversation with Dad about politics and recent developments in the area.

After a while, Dad leaned back in his chair, stifling a yawn. "I’m feeling a bit drained. Suresh, excuse me for a bit. I think I’ll take a bath to freshen up."


"Of course, Sir," Sir Suresh replied with a polite smile.

Dad stood and stretched before heading down the hallway toward the bathroom. As he disappeared from view, I caught a fleeting exchange of smiles between Suresh and my mom who came back from the kitchen. She lingered near the doorway, her hands fidgeting with the hem of her sari, before quickly retreating to the kitchen again.

Sir Suresh stood and followed her, his steps deliberate and unhurried. Curious, I slipped out of my seat and quietly trailed behind him, stopping just outside the kitchen to listen. I wondered what he was going to do. What I was dreaming of was unfolding. I knew Sir Suresh was a brave man and he was about to touch another man's wife inside our house.

Inside the kitchen, my mom was wiping down the counter when Sir Suresh stepped in. She turned to him, startled.

"What are you doing here?" she whispered sharply.

Suresh leaned casually hugged my mom near the counter, a faint smile playing on his lips. "I wanted to see you, of course."

"Sir Suresh ," my mom hissed, glancing nervously toward the hallway, "my husband is in the house. Are you out of your mind? What if he hears us?"

Sir Suresh didn’t seem concerned. Instead, he picked up my mom and placed her on the counter, cradling her in his hands as though she was something precious. My mom didn't even resist. All this was happening while my dad was bathing.

Friends, it was so hot seeing this. My dad was bathing while his wife was being held by his colleague whom he just called. "Let go of me Suresh," my mom said urgently, trying to pull my Sir Suresh. "If he sees you doing this, he’ll get suspicious!"

But Sir Suresh held on my mom firmly and started kissing her on the lips. How brave this man was. My mom didn't even resist but she was surprised how Sir Suresh was brave. She kept her hands on the back of his head as she kissed him too. I couldn't even believe what I was seeing, my mom was allowing another man to kiss her while my dad was bathing.

How risky was this? OOhhh soo hot. As I watched this, my dick slightly became hard and I was rubbing it.

Then after two minutes of kissing, mom broke the kiss. "What’s the harm?" Sir Suresh said with a teasing grin. "I can hold you even if you are not mine. This body of yours is only mine"

My mom sighed, though a reluctant smile tugged at her lips. "You’re impossible," she muttered while wiping her lips.

"Admit it," Sir Suresh said with a low chuckle, "you miss me, right? You miss my dick, you miss my kiss and you miss the way I touch your body and the way I fucked you"

My mom shook her head, her smile widening despite her evident nervousness. "Fine," she said, tapping Sir Suresh's cheeks . "Yes, I miss  you. Happy now?"

"Very," Sir Suresh said, his voice full of amusement. This time without even Sir Suresh kissing her, my mom decided by herself to kiss him on the lips. I was really amazed by how my mom was brave and how she changed completely.


Friends, even when we used to have visitors of our relatives at home, my mom was not even seen, she used to be in her room because she was shy in front of other men of our relative side. But now she is in the kitchen, kissing another man while my dad is bathing. After kissing her, he placed her back on the down from the counter with deliberate care.

I caught a glimpse of him squeezing her boobs.

After a moment, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a small packet of white powder.

"What’s that?" My mom asked, her brow furrowing in suspicion. I also questioned myself what was that powder for but I waited eagerly to know what was the purpose. My dad was still bathing not knowing what was unfolding within his house.

"A little something to help your husband sleep," Suresh said nonchalantly, holding up the packet. "It’s harmless, just a mild sedative. He looks tired, don’t you think? Let’s add this to his milk. He’ll wake up feeling refreshed, and we’ll have a bit of time to ourselves for a nice fuck."

Mom's eyes widened, and she stepped back. "Are you serious? What if it harms him?"

"It won’t," Suresh said calmly. "It’s perfectly safe. He needs the so that I can fuck you baby, I can't hold it for so long, I have been thinking about you, Sunita. Trust me."

My mom hesitated, her eyes darting between Suresh and the packet. "I don’t know, Suresh. This doesn’t feel right. Can't you just wait for few more days?"

Suresh placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "I can't wait darling. It’s for his own good. I am jealous of him, I can't stand him touching your body, I want you to quench my thirst baby, I know you have also missed me. You will thank me later."

After a long pause, my mom sighed, her resistance fading. She took the packet from him, her expression still uncertain.

Before leaving the kitchen, Suresh leaned down and kissed my mom on her lips and squeezed her fat ass lightly.

I stood frozen in the hallway, unable to process what I had just witnessed. Yet, the more I thought about it, the more I felt that Suresh’s idea wasn’t entirely wrong. Dad did look like he needed some rest, and if this was harmless, then maybe it wasn’t such a bad thing.

And it was also the right idea because if Sir Suresh fucks my mom in the house, my dad may wake up and see the ultimate betrayal right in front of his face.

I returned to the living room just as Suresh reappeared, his demeanor as composed as ever. He sat down and caught my eye with a knowing smile.

"You look lively today Rajeev," he said, his tone light. "Maybe," I replied, trying to sound casual.

He chuckled softly. "That’s a good quality. Lively people are rare."

Before I could respond, my mom emerged from the kitchen, carrying a glass of milk. She paused for a moment, looking contemplative, before walking briskly toward the hallway where Dad was likely finishing his bath.

When Dad returned, freshly bathed and looking more relaxed, my mom intercepted him.

"Here, drink this," she said, her tone unusually cheerful as she handed him the glass. I could not believe my mom was giving my dad a sleeping pill so that dad can sleep and she could start her fucking with Sir Suresh in the house. Friends, this made me so hot. It was so inconceivable to notice how Sir Suresh was turning my mom to another completely different woman.

Dad took the glass, eyeing her suspiciously. "What’s this sudden sweetness for?" Sir Suresh still looking at my dad hoping that he would drink the milk.

"Nothing," my mom replied with a nervous laugh. "You’ve been working so hard. You deserve it."

Dad shrugged and drank the milk, his focus already shifting to something else. "Finish it all, don't leave a drop", my mom told dad as my dad drank all of it.

Suresh watched the scene unfold with an evil grin across his face, a faint smile playing on his lips. My mom glanced at him briefly, her own smile nervous but present. I couldn’t believe they were conspiring against Dad, but at the same time, I found myself rationalizing it. If this was for his good, then it wasn’t so bad, was it?

Within minutes, dad and Sir Suresh continued chatting in the sitting room, then Dad’s speech began to slur, and Suresh stood, placing a steadying hand on his arm.

"Let’s get you to bed,"  Sir Suresh said gently. This man's plan was going smoothly and my own mom was complicit in it. Friends, deep inside, I also knew that my mom wanted dad to sleep so that she can get fucked by Sir Suresh.

Dad nodded groggily, allowing Suresh to lead him to the bedroom. My mom who came from the kitchen, saw Sir Suresh leading my dad to the kitchen. Sir Suresh glanced at mom and he winked at her. Then, I was astonished when my mom reciprocated with a wink and a naughty smile back to Sir Suresh.

I knew this two lovebirds will do anything just for them to fuck each other.

Once Dad was settled in the bedroom, he drifted off to a sleep and Suresh locked his door then returned to the living room, his movements deliberate and unhurried. He exchanged a subtle glance with my mom, who nodded almost imperceptibly.

Sir Suresh then gestured discreetly for my mom to follow him. The sun dipped below the horizon, it was now 3.00 pm, the sun casting a bright golden hue across our living room. My mom's voice, playful yet tinged with urgency, broke the silence. “Stay in the sitting room, okay? I need to talk to Sir Suresh in the guest room.”

I looked up from my book, excitement swirling in my mind. Dad was dozing off on the bed, the result of a sleeping pill Mom had insisted would help him get some good rest. I knew exactly what was happening—that my mom and Sir Suresh had something planned behind closed doors. My heart raced. There was no way they could be discussing something serious; they were planning to play fuck each other inside our house, and they didn’t want Dad to find out.

“Okay, Mom,” I managed to say, though a mix of disbelief and anticipation flooded my chest.

With a bright smile, she nodded and headed for the guest room, her demeanor calm but with an unmistakable spark of mischief. I returned to my book, but my attention drifted. What if I peeked in? I went to my the master bedroom, glanced over at Dad, his face relaxed in sleep, then back to the guest door where Mom and Sir Suresh had disappeared.

Curiosity gnawed at me, and a sense of rebellion began to bubble up inside. I stood up, heart pounding with the thrill of sneaking a peek, and tiptoed toward the guest room. My footsteps were silent, and when I reached the door, I pressed my ear against it.

“Sir Suresh,” Mom said, her voice a mix of excitement and nervousness, “I really miss your huge cock inside me.” I couldn't believe what my mom was saying.

“Me too, Sunita, I miss fucking your pussy” he replied, the warmth in his voice sending a thrill down my spine. “It’s been too long. Let’s make sure we fuck so hard that we never forget each other." I peeked inside the room through the small window and I saw them started kissing each other wildly inside the room.

A glass that was nearby the fell and shattered because they my mom and Sir Suresh were behaving wildly. But they didn't care about the shattered glass, they continued kissing wildly and almost forgetting that my dad was just in the next room sleeping.




A rush of adrenaline coursed through me. They really were going to fuck each other, while my dad was sleeping! Friends, I would have never imagined that my mom would be so brave to allow another man to fuck her while her husband is sleeping in the next door. This was so hot. I started removing my dick to rub it as I watch the most unimaginable thing happen.



My imagination spun wild at the thought: my mom and Sir Suresh, sneaking around like teenagers, all while Dad lay unaware just down the hall. Not knowing that his wife was about to be fucked in his own house. Aaaahhh that was so hot! 

“Be careful with the noise! We don’t want to wake him!” Mom cautioned, casting a wary glance toward the door. Actually friends, the guest room in our house is such a way that it had two windows, one window was from which I was watching the action but the other window is actually where you can see the door to mom's marital bed, where dad was sleeping.

So each time, my mom took a quick look at the door just to ensure that it was not open. She was really careful. But for Sir Suresh, he didn't care, he continued kissing my mom because he knew the pills will make my dad sleep for longer. “Sunita, trust me,” Sir Suresh replied with a grin, confidence radiating off of him. “That sleeping pill you gave him will keep him out for at least six hours. We've got plenty of time.”

Mom’s tension eased visibly at his reassurance. “Alright then, let’s not waste any time!” Her eyes gleamed with excitement as she caught Sir Suresh's head and continued kissing him. The room inside was filled with sounds of kissing and heavy breathing. I couldn’t figure out what was so special about Sir Suresh that mom missed, maybe his dick, but it seemed important to their plans.

“What were they going to do?” I asked myself quietly, watching intently.

To my surprise, Sir Suresh bent down in front of my mom, who was breathing heavily with passion, excitement gleaming in his eyes, she looked so relished to start this fuck. “Let’s get the juice out of here; (pointing to her pussy which was covered by her back panty) I want to pleasure this pussy of yours from start to finish,” he said.

“Do it fast Suresh! We don’t have much time, remember?” Mom urged, her voice a mix of urgency and thrill and soft moans. By now, my Sir Suresh removed all her clothes and she was only on her black panty.

Sir Suresh smiled, a playful spark in his eye. Then, he bent down further, expertly removing my mom's panty that had been covering her pussy opening. How odd! I marveled at the sight—this was turning into something fantastical.

I wondered just how long this game had been in the making. I watched with fascinated disbelief as he meticulously fingered her pussy, trying not to leave any part of her wet pussy un-licked and un-sucked.

“It’s just like old times, isn’t it?” Sir Suresh remarked with a smile, glancing back at Mom. She grinned in return, her eyes sparkling with mischief and more pleasure. She closed her eyes in a naughty manner. Friends, the way my mom moaned, it was evident that she missed the tongue of Sir Suresh on her pussy lips.

“I just hope we can finish before your husband wakes up. I’d hate for him to find us,” she said, glancing nervously toward the again through the window. 

“Relax, Sunita,” Sir Suresh teased gently. “You need to remember how to enjoy these little escapades and our secret affair. It’s just you and me for now, forget about this foolish husband of yours"

My pulse quickened as I continued to observe them clandestinely. The idea of my mom sneaking around and fucking with Sir Suresh while Dad was completely unaware made my heart flutter with excitement. I knew that Sir Suresh was a holy man, dedicated and responsible. But right now, he was capturing a moment of freedom with my mother, creating a secret world just for the two of them.

Amidst their chatter and moans, I couldn't help but feel a sense of awe. I had never seen my mom so animated, so alive especially at our home when dad is sleeping. She cradled the head of Sir Suresh as he continued sucking my mom's pussy. The atmosphere was charged with energy, almost magical in its intensity.

And then, it happened. Mom suddenly gasped, her eyes widening as she felt a peculiar connection of her pussy with Sir Suresh's tongue. “Sir Suresh! your tongue feels… alive on my pussy aahhhhhhh!” Her voice trembled slightly, the thrill of it all illuminating her face. She held her mouth in order to stifle the moans that was emanating from her mouth.





“Really?” Sir Suresh asked, raising an eyebrow with a playful grin. “Well, maybe my tongue has a spirit that knows how to pleasure your pussy lips.” He began to tease her, removing his dick from his trousers with a flourish, almost theatrically, and my mom watched in awe as he brandished that meat in front of her.

She gasped, and for a moment, everything seemed to fade away—the world outside, time itself. This was their world, full of whimsy and warmth. 

Then, without hesitation, Mom took grabbed his cock and started sucking it, gazing at Sir Suresh as if he were the most fascinating person she had ever met. She was lying on her stomach as she sucked his huge dick. This scene was so erotic. My dad was dreaming in his sleep while his wife is sucking another man's cock just in the next door. OOhhh this is so wonderful! 





Suresh was even surprised how my mom was leading the show. The thing that surprised me the most was the fact that she was doing things without Sir Suresh ordering her to do so. It is like she had rehearsed this before.


The corners of their mouths turned upward into smiles, and I felt an involuntary rush of joy for them—this was their escape from reality, a moment of illicit affair and fun shared between two old friends.

“Sir Suresh,” she said, her expression earnest yet playful, “remember how you fucked me for hours? I can’t believe we got the chance to do this again! And you are the one making me to do this while my own husband is in the house”





He held her head lightly in his hands, moving them back and forth, and let out a mock grunt of effort. “Aahh your mouth feels good around my cock Sunita, aahh suck it baby! Guess I need to channel some extra strength.” After few minutes of sucking, he turned my mom around and he gazed at her fat ass.

I remember how he missed my mom's fleshy, soft and jiggly ass. He held them together and gaze it a tight squeeze which made my mom release a "aaaahhhh uuuuuhh" moan from her mouth. “I miss this fat ass too,” he remarked with a wink, glancing at Mom. “It’s meant for me who knows how to have fun!”


At that moment, the world around me melted away as I was drawn deeper into their secret game. I watched, enthralled, as he buried his face inside her fat ass, scanning its insides and smelling her asshole. “Sunita, this asshole of yours has a serious character!” he exclaimed, his voice muffled but still charming.

Mom moaned softly, her eyes shining. “Aaahhh oooohhhh Well, it certainly captures our spirit, doesn’t it? It seems to hold more than just that aroma that you love.”

“At least the smell of your asshole is pungent!” he replied, wrinkling his nose. “But it’s all part of the charm.” He pulled back, turned my mom again and this time grabbed my mom's big breasts. “Looks like I found your accessories! The milk factory” 

The sight took me by surprise. They were indeed my mother’s big pair of boobs, a pair she had almost forgotten about. And yet here they were, the centerpiece of a whimsical noon time filled with playful intent. 

Sir Suresh placed his dick between my mom's breast and started fucking her boobs, rubbing the his dick between the two melons. My mom was surprised because she was never tit fucked before. "Oohhh what is this, aahhh it feels nice", my mom exclaimed.


"Aahh your breast are so wonderful my love, they deserve to be fucked", Sir Suresh told her as mom held her big boobs against his cock and started rubbing it together. I couldn't still fathom how my mom turned out to be a woman of betrayal, betrayed my dad and yet cheating on him while he is sleeping in the next room.

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This thought made my dick even harder. I took a quick break and went to check on my dad and he was still in deep sleep, the pills were really getting into work. I returned back to the window continued watching my mom and Sir Suresh love games.

What might have seemed like a scandal to me felt like a beautifully crafted adventure in this moment, as I silently vowed to protect this world they had created—one that embodied the essence of friendship, release, and joy.

My mom, my mother, sat perched precariously on the edge of the bed, her hands clasped tightly in her lap, her usually calm demeanor replaced by a nervous energy that thrummed in the quiet room. Across from her, Sir Suresh, a man whose presence filled the space like a summer storm, stood poised before my chubby mom, her skin cool and smooth. 

He gave the my mom a long, almost reverent kiss on her lips, the sound echoing softly in the hushed room. "Sunita," he rumbled, his voice a low, resonant baritone that seemed to vibrate through the very floorboards, "please, be comfortable. This... this ritual requires precision. My dick will fill your pussy"




My mom shifted slightly, her eyes darting nervously towards the closed bedroom door where my dad was sleeping. A faint creak from within the bed they were punctuated the silence, a sound that sent a fresh wave of anxiety through her. "Sir Suresh," she whispered, her voice barely audible, "try to be quiet. The… the rocking… it might wake my husband."

He nodded, his gaze never leaving her face. He began the process, carefully pushed his dick inside my mom's pussy – a dick that looked so big, gleaning with ethereal glow. I heard my mom few weeks back describing his dick as a blend of honey and woodsmoke.


"Aaahhhh  Suresh," My mom moaned, her voice a little higher this time, a tremor of apprehension coloring her tone, "please, don’t hurry! Don’t push it  in so quickly!"

Her astonishment was palpable. Sir Suresh’s movements, despite their apparent care, were surprisingly forceful, his dick movement inside my mom's pussy was relentless, filling her pussy with astonishing speed. The sheer strength he exerted was breathtaking. "Oh my goodness, aahh ahhh aoooohh oouuh Suressshh ahh yesss ooooooohhh" she breathed, her eyes wide, a mixture of awe and fear reflected in their depths. "I can't believe how much strength you're using!"

The bed began to shake, a low tremor that quickly escalated into a violent shudder. My mom gasped, her breath catching in her throat. "Suresh! my pussy is burning aaahhhh oooohhhh"

He merely grunted, his focus unwavering, his brow furrowed in concentration. The muscles in his arms bulged, taut as steel cables, as he continued to fuck my mom's pussy very hard. "When it burns, Sunita, that's when you know the rocking is right. The power… it must be channeled in your pussy in this manner. You know I don't fuck slowly aahh"


I stood watching from the shadows in the corner of the room, a silent observer to this clandestine ritual. An erotic ritual that has been happening between my mom and Sir Suresh. A ritual that my dad, who is sleeping just in the next room didn't know about for centuries.


 I knew Dad was asleep, the sleeping pills my mom had so expertly slipped into his evening milk ensuring a deep, dreamless slumber. This was my mom and Sir Suresh's time, their secret, a clandestine affair hidden beneath the veneer of a normal family life. Dad, bless his oblivious heart, never really cared for my mom, her intricate curvy body and mystical properties lost on him. 

So now, Sir Suresh, with his uncanny understanding of my mom's yearning body, had taken over her care, a responsibility my mom clearly welcomed.

But the scene unfolding before me was far from the simple ritual I had initially anticipated. It wasn't just about Sir Suresh fucking her tight pussy. It was a bizarre, almost surreal game of illicit affair, played with an intensity that bordered on the frantic. Sir Suresh fucked my mom so hard that even her hair started moving up and down as if they were flying.







Sir Suresh, fucking my mom with the skill of a seasoned professional pornstar, moved with surprising agility for a man of his size, his movements precise and powerful. My mom, who was clearly in heaven, breathless and flushed, struggled to keep up, her own movement a blur of motion, her face a mask of exertion and nervous excitement. 

For my friends, I just held my dick moving it up and down just enjoying this scene between my mom and Sir Suresh for the third time. As I gazed at them, I constantly casted my eyes towards my mom's marital bed to see if my dad has woken up, then I was back again watching my mom and Sir Suresh fuck, then back again checking if dad was awake.

It was so fantastic the scenes happening. 

With each powerful stroke from Sir Suresh, his huge dick got buried deep inside my mom's pussy seemingly responding to his will, a bizarre conduit of his energy. My mom, in turn, expertly manipulated widening her legs to accommodate the forceful flow, her movements perfectly synchronized with his.

"Yes, Sunita!" Sir Suresh called out between powerful strokes, his voice strained with exertion, sweat beading on his forehead, "spread those legs! You're doing a good job! The pressure… maintain the pressure!"

My mom moaned loudly, a breathless, gasping sound, her face flushed crimson, her chest heaving, her breast bouncing up and down. The exertion was clearly taking its toll, but her eyes shone with an almost manic energy. The creaking and shaking of the bed, a constant background thrum to their illicit game, added to the tension. My apprehension grew with each creak of the bedsprings – would he my dad wake up? Would this meticulously crafted deception unravel?

Then, with a sudden, unexpected move, Sir Suresh stopped, his powerful strokes abruptly ceasing. He stood up straight, wiping sweat from his brow with the back of his hand, his chest rising and falling rapidly. He turned my mom around, his eyes intense, looking at how her magnificent body jiggled as she turned around in doggystyle

"Sunita," he said, his voice low and serious, his tone shifting from the almost playful energy of the fucking to something far more profound, "be ready. This is going to be… a good force. A strong force. Are you ready for the culmination?"

My mom nodded, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps, her eyes reflecting a mixture of fear and exhilaration. Without warning, he pushed his dick all the way deep inside her pussy, with a forceful surge that left her gasping for breath, her body arching slightly under the pressure.




I watched, my heart pounding in my chest. My mother, playing an illegal sex game with Sir Suresh, while my father slept soundly in the next room. A scandal, yes, a blatant violation of societal norms, a secret tryst played out in the heart of our home. But to me, it was a strangely exhilarating one, a bizarre spectacle that defied logic and reason.

My mom, between gasps, urged Sir Suresh to slow down, but he didn’t listen, the relentless flow continuing, unabated. The sweat on their brows, glistening in the fading light, was a testament to their exertion and intensity, a testament to the raw, untamed power that pulsed between them. 

Sir Suresh held my mom's fat ass for support as he drove his dick deep inside her pussy. "Aahhhh ooohhhoooohhh ooooiiiii aassh Sureesshhh". My mom screamed without even realizing that my dad was sleeping in the next room. How erotic was this? My mom screaming another man's name when her own husband is in the house.


My mom kept glancing nervously towards the bedroom door where my dad was sleeping, her eyes wide with anxiety, her every movement betraying her fear that Dad might wake at any moment, shattering this illicit game, exposing their secret.

Finally, Sir Suresh removed his dick from her pussy. "Sunita," he said, his voice still heavy with exertion, "the next hole, your asshole… I want to fuck your asshole, spread your asscheeks baby. The ritual demands its completion."

My mom shook her head, her face pale, her breaths shallow. "No, please, not now. I'm not ready. I… I need a moment."

He insisted, his voice firm despite his exhaustion. "My love, we must continue. The I miss this asshole of yours. Delay will only weaken the flow, diminish the power." He attempted to connect his dick inside my mom's shithole vessel, but she protested again, her voice laced with genuine fear. "Please, no, not yet… I need a moment… I need to catch my breath…"

Sir Suresh sighed, his features softening slightly, his resolve wavering for a fleeting moment. "Sunita," he said, his voice gentler now, yet still firm, "trust me. This is… this is crucial. The final stage requires your full cooperation. We can't finish without fucking your sweet asshole" He paused, studying her face, his expression searching. "This will be different. This is... the final offering."

My mom hesitated, her gaze flickering towards the bedroom door once more before finally meeting his. Then, with a sigh of resignation, a mixture of fear and surrender in her eyes, she spoke, her voice barely a whisper. "No no please we can't do it here, I don't want to make a mess like the other night, please, my husband is in the house"

Sir Suresh gently adjusted his dick. “Turn around, Sunita. Let me cum on your mouth and face.”

My mom obeyed, her face slick with sweat, her chest still heaving. She turned, her mouth slightly open, her breath coming in ragged gasps, her eyes fixed on the wall. Sir Suresh regarded her, a flicker of something akin to admiration in his eyes, a strange respect for her courage. "Your obedience… it is admirable, Sunita," he murmured, almost to himself.

He raised his dick. He rubbed his dick, a low groan escaping his lips, a sound of both exertion and intense concentration. My shy mom remained still, her mouth open wide, waiting. Then, with a deliberate, controlled movement, he released the his sperms. 

A gush of the thick, white cum filled my mom's cute mouth and ran down her chin, staining her skin, ruining her lipstick, leaving her momentarily speechless, momentarily breathless. The scene was both shocking and strangely captivating, a stark contrast to the quiet, sun-drenched living room. The air hung heavy with a mixture of exertion, exhaustion, and a strange, unspoken intensity.

Then Sir Suresh the as Sir Suresh finished cumming on her face, she woke up. Then, my mom heard my dad waking up from the bed, I also heard dad waking up. My mom was shocked.... she hurried up as I ran quickly back to the sitting room after I also cummed on my hands.


TO BE CONTINUED.......DON'T MISS THE NEXT EPISODE!!