Adultery My Shy Mom Seduced And Fucked by Sir Suresh

[nadia]

His sperms, thick and viscous, which was his sperms clung to my mother's face and dripped from the corners of her mouth. Sir Suresh, his breath coming in ragged gasps, leaned closer. "Sunita," he said, his voice low, a husky whisper barely audible above the frantic beat of my own heart, "let me see you spill some of that… onto your wedding ring."

A thrill, a strange mixture of excitement and unease, shot through me. This was it—a blatant act of defiance, a secret spitting in the face of my father’s trust, a profane act played out in the very heart of our home. 

The air crackled with a tension so thick, it felt palpable. My mother, her eyes glistening with a mixture of fear and exhilaration, didn't hesitate. With a slow, deliberate movement, she smeared his sperms which were in her mouth on her wedding ring.

Sir Suresh smiled, a smile and gleam in his eyes, and my mother met his gaze, a strange desire showing on her face. More of the his cum dripped from her mouth, an erotic sight of a shared communion. The silence stretched, heavy and expectant.


I couldn't believe my mom spitted Sir Suresh's cum on her wedding ring. This meant that she desecrated the holiness of her marriage with my dad and now chose to obey Sir Suresh. My mom really turned completely to another woman. It was so astonishing to see a traditional mom like my mom turn into another woman who loves dick more.

"Clever girl," Sir Suresh murmured, his voice thick with barely contained excitement. "Very clever indeed. I love seeing you spit on your wedding ring, it turns me on" Then my mom answered, "You are such a naughty person for making me do this Suresh"

He reached out, his fingers brushing against her cheek, lingering for a moment before retracting. The touch was intimate, a silent dominance.

For me, I felt a wave of nausea. This wasn't the holy ritual I'd initially imagined. This was something far more sinister, far more erotic. The air was thick with the scent of the substance, a sweetness that showed more of their illicit affair.

A low groan emanated from my father’s room. The sound shattered the charged silence, sending a jolt of panic through both my mother and Sir Suresh. For me, since I was close to my father's door, I peeked into the bedroom and he seemed awake.


My mom and Sir Suresh's face, previously flushed with a mixture of exertion and illicit pleasure were now shocked. The gleam in Sir Suresh's eyes vanished, replaced by a look of stark fear.

"Quick!" My mom hissed, her voice sharp with urgency, the remnants of Sir Suresh's cum smeared across her face. "Get dressed! My husband's awake!" Her voice, usually so calm and measured, was now sharp with fear. The carefully constructed facade of domestic tranquility was crumbling around them. 

I too, with my hand full of cum after cumming while seeing them both fuck, decided to walk slowly towards the bedroom while I wiped my hands against my trouser. Was this the day my dad was going to catch my mom and Sir Suresh red-handed? I waited to see.

Sir Suresh, his movements clumsy and hurried in his panic, began fumbling with his clothes, his eyes darting nervously towards the bedroom door. His usually controlled demeanor was replaced by a desperate fluster. He was sweating profusely due to the fucking he gave my mom.

"Hurry, Suresh!" my mom pleaded, her voice trembling slightly. "Before he catches us!" She grabbed at her saree, pulling it around her, her movements frantic and clumsy. 

Sir Suresh's sperms, which seemed a lot, now smeared across mom's breasts and arms, added to the chaotic impression. I, unable to tear my gaze away from this unfolding drama, felt a surge of guilt mixed with hot fascination.

The sound of my father shifting in bed echoed from the adjacent room, a low rumble that sent another wave of panic through my mother. She pushed past Sir Suresh, her half-dressed form a blur of motion. 

“Go! Go now!” she urged, her voice strained and barely a whisper. “Let me go and check him, I think his sleep was destructed when the glass shattered”

I, unable to bear witness to their panicked retreat any longer, ran back to the sitting room, desperate to escape the scene, to avoid being seen by them.

The silence of the sitting room was evident yet the tension remained thick in the air. Every creak of the floorboards, every sigh of the wind outside the window, felt amplified, echoing the pounding of my own heart.


For me, watching Sir Suresh and my mom fuck each other was an extravaganza show that thrilled me to the core. This man named Suresh really corrupted and perverted my once religious mom to his own who...whor....wh..., I don't want to say that name, let us just say, "his woman".


I remained in the sitting, rubbing my hands against my trouser to dry my hands off my cum. I didn't believe how much cum Sir Suresh spilled on my mom's face, this man really stored a lot of his cum just to spill it on her chest and face. This was so hot.




I have never even seen my dad cumming that much. My mom, half-dressed and filled with the sperms, burst into my father's room. My dad was half awake, his eyes still half-closed, the lingering effects of the sleeping pills clouding his perception. 

The reason for his awakening was clear – a sharp crack, like shattering glass, that had echoed from the guest room when Sir Suresh was fucking mom, a sound I now understood to be the accidental breakage of a small decorative vase during their fucking.

"My love," my father mumbled, his voice thick with sleep, his eyes still heavy-lidded, "what is going on? I heard… glass shattering." His words were slurred, his thoughts still trapped in the hazy realm of slumber.

My mom, her voice strained, attempted to maintain a calm facade. "It was just a dream, darling," she said, her voice slightly shaky, but trying to convey a reassuring tone. "A bad dream. You were just dreaming. Just go back to sleep darling"

She began to wipe Sir Suresh's cum off her face, right next to my dad, she wasn't even afraid if he would know, her movements clumsy, her attempts at concealment unconvincing. 

"But…what's that on your face?" my father mumbled, his eyes slowly focusing. "And…why are you half-dressed?" The sleeping pills were losing their grip, his senses slowly sharpening.

My mom's eyes darted around, her mind racing. "It's… yoghurt," she stammered, her voice barely a whisper. "I was having a late-evening snack… and… I had a little accident." The lie hung in the air, flimsy and unconvincing. 

Friends, my mom was quite sharp in lying. She way she lied to my dad was something really could make your dick hard. As she spoke, I saw Sir Suresh slip out of the guest room behind her, moving with the secretive speed of a shadow. 

He was hurriedly tightening his trousers as he passed the doorway, making his way towards the sitting room. I retreated further into the shadows of the sitting room, not wanting to be seen.

Sir Suresh found me there, his face a mask of strained composure. He saw the apprehension on my face and tried to engage me in casual conversation, his words tumbling over each other in his nervousness.

"Rajeev, my boy," he said, trying to sound casual, but his voice trembled slightly. "How are you doing? It’s a lovely day, isn't it?" He patted my head, his touch awkward and forced. As he patted my head, I felt the wetness of his hands and I knew it was my mom's saliva.

He adjusted his shirt, he was a really calm man, you couldn't even suspect that he just fucked another man's wife.

"Sir Suresh," I started, my voice betraying my unease. "Why are you… sweating so much?" The question hung in the air, heavy with unspoken knowledge.

He chuckled calmly, wiping his brow with the back of his hand. "Oh, it's just… the heat, Rajeev. This room is rather stuffy, isn't it?, Your mom was even sweating, that guest room is really sweltering" 

He tried to maintain a casual demeanor, but his attempts felt strained and unconvincing. His lie was transparent; I knew he was sweating from the fucking encounter he just had with my mother. 

I could see sweat still cascading down his forehead, his vest clinging damply to his chest. From a distance, I overheard my mother's soothing voice coaxing my father back to sleep, her words a carefully crafted tapestry of reassurance. The sound was punctuated by my father's increasingly sleepy grunts. I returned my attention to Sir Suresh.

“Sir Suresh,” I pressed, my voice low and serious. “Did you finish discussing with my mom?”

He shifted, his eyes darting around the room. “Rajeev,” he began, his voice strained, “I had a wonderful discussion with your mom, you did a good thing not to disturb us. You are a good boy” He offered a weak smile, a pale imitation of his usual cheerful demeanor, patting my head.

I knew, with absolute certainty, that he was lying. But I remained silent, watching as he continued to fidget, his discomfort palpable. The knowledge of their secret, their transgression, hung heavy in the air between us, unspoken but understood.

My mother emerged from the bedroom a short while later, still half-dressed, but carrying a strange sense of uneasy composure. She smiled at me, a strained, almost apologetic smile.

"Rajeev, you are a good boy for not disturbing us," she said, her voice soft, almost conspiratorial. "Wait for me. I'm going to take a bath, and then we can have some tea." Her words felt hollow, laced with an underlying tension that I couldn't ignore.


Sir Suresh, his face still wet with sweat, gave me a similar instruction. "And wait for me, Rajeev. I’m going to freshen up as well.”

I nodded, my heart pounding a restless rhythm against my ribs. The charade was painfully obvious. Their illegal sex game was so clear; their clandestine encounter, however, remained a secret to my oblivious father.

I waited, pretending to occupy myself with a cartoon magazine. After a suitable interval, an interval long enough to allow them time to "freshen up," an interval filled with unspoken implications, my curiosity, stronger than my guilt, overcame me. 

I decided to confirm my suspicions. I headed towards the bathroom, my footsteps silent, my heart pounding in my chest. Peeking through the slightly ajar door, I saw them. My mother and Sir Suresh were bathing together! 

He was standing in front of her, his hands on her back squeezing her big ass, rubbing gently, his touch intimate and possessive. The scene was shocking, undeniable, and profoundly disturbing. Their secret, their illicit affair, was so hot to see. 

"Today was the best time of my life, Sunita", Sir Suresh said as he squeezed my mom's face cheeks. "Why?", mom questioned while smiling at him. "Because I got to fuck the wife of the person I hate", Sir Suresh said.

"You are an evil person but I like your evil mind", my mom said as she kissed him on the lips, locked.

The weight of that knowledge, the bitter taste of betrayal, filled me with a sense of profound unease. The secret was overwhelming. My mom and Sir Suresh were bathing together,  in our house while my dad was sleeping. 

I couldn't believe that they were not even caring if my dad would wake up and see both of them inside the bathroom. Their love games was so intense that they didn't want anyone to disturb them.

Friends, I didn't even believe how this man Suresh was hard again and it was just 10 minutes ago that he cummed and yet he is still hard again ready for the next fuck?

I mean, I don't blame him because if anyone sees my mom's curvy chubby body, anyone will fuck her for even 10 hours non stop. That body of my mom is simply intoxicating and tantalizingly marvelous.



The steam in the small bathroom hung thick and heavy, a hazy veil obscuring the details but not the intensity of the scene. My mother, Sunita, stood with her back to the slightly ajar door, I could see her fat ass jiggling. Water cascaded down her back, tracing the curves of her still-ample curvy body. 

Sir Suresh, his damp hair plastered to his forehead, stood in front of her, his hands resting lightly on her shoulders kissing her, a possessive possessiveness that sent a shiver down my spine. The air throbbed with unspoken tension, a silent hum of illicit excitement.





"Sunita," Sir Suresh’s voice was a low murmur, barely audible above the rush of water, "my dick is hard again. I want to push it inside your tight pussy."

My mother didn’t even turn. Her voice, when she spoke, was barely a whisper, a mixture of exhaustion and reluctant acquiescence. "Again, Suresh? You never tire. Please stop, we will continue another time, not now"

Sir Suresh chuckled, the sound rough and urgent. "Tire? My dear Sunita, this is not mere… exertion. This is… devotion. A sacred act of… replenishment." His words were laced with a mixture of vigor and lust.

My mom sighed, the sound barely audible above the sound of the running water. "But what if my husband wakes up? He might see us" The plea, however, lacked its usual conviction; a weariness seemed to have settled over her, as if the fear had become a dull ache rather than a sharp pang.

Sir Suresh dismissed her concern with a wave of his hand. "Your husband is under the influence of a powerful sleeping pill. He'll sleep through an earthquake, let alone a little… fucking in the bathroom." His tone was dismissive, bordering on contemptuous of her worries.

He moved with surprising strength and agility, his hands firm and decisive as he encircled my mother’s chubby body. He turned her around, her back now towards him, and his voice, though still low, held a note of command. “Bend, my lovely queen, let me fuck this pussy again.”

My mom's pussy seemed so sweet for this man. My poor dad sleeping in the other room doesn't even recognize that somebody else is savoring the sweetness of his wife's pussy.

My mother, looking utterly exhausted – a stark contrast to Sir Suresh’s vibrant energy – complied without protest. Her fat ass, soft and rounded, swayed slightly as she bent, her breath coming in short, shallow gasps. 

The weariness in her posture was undeniable. Without warning, he pushed his dick inside her tight pussy from behind. My mother released a sharp gasp, a sound that was both pain and pleasure. Sir Suresh held her hair tightly, his grip almost painful, his face with a grin.

His movements were quick, almost brutal in their efficiency; the contrast between his aggressive energy and her passive compliance was striking. My mother's chubby body jiggled with each thrust, the movement both obscene and oddly mesmerizing.

Watching from the slightly opened door, I was overcome by a mixture of fascination. It was amazing, in a twisted, naughty way. The audacity of their actions, their stark disregard for the risk of being caught, was shocking. They seemed utterly unconcerned by the possibility of being caught red-handed, their focus solely on the physical act.

They continued their illicit fucking, his dick went in and out of her tight pussy. "Aahh Suresh aahhh oohh yesss aahhh ahh fuckk meee aooohhh", my mom moaned, her sounds echoing in the bathroom.

"Aaahh yes yes Suresh aahh fuck my pussy hard aahhhh yesss yess", I didn't believe what I was hearing from my mom's mouth. 

Sir Suresh - Yess scream my name Sunita, tell me how much you love this dick

My mom - aaaahh I love it I love it give it to me....aaahhhh......give it to me the hard way...ooohhhiiiiii





The shower water doing little to hide the intensity of the moment. Sir Suresh’s dick moved relentlessly, in and out, his actions forceful and unyielding. My mother's body trembled, her breath coming in short, shallow gasps, the sounds barely audible above the roar of the shower.

After a few minutes, Sir Suresh groaned, a low, this meant that he was about to cum. I knew that he was about to fill her. My mother, sensing his climax, quickly told him to stop. “Suresh, please…not inside, don't cum inside please, withdraw it”

He withdrew his dick with a sharp, sucking sound, he immediately spilled his cum onto my mother’s back. The liquid splattered, faster than I had ever seen it before, reaching as far as her shoulder.

This man fucked my mom twice in our house today, all this while my foolish dad is dozing and dreaming in the next room.

He turned her around, their faces mere inches apart, and kissed her, a passionate, desperate kiss that held a hint of wild abandon. My mother responded with equal intensity, her arms wrapping around his neck, her body pressed tightly against his. The kiss was intense, a brutal expression of their forbidden desires.

"Ok enough for today Suresh, I now understand that you love me, but for now, Rajeev might catch us," she whispered, pulling away. Her eyes, usually so calm and peace, now held a wild spark of excitement. "Go back to the sitting room."

The intensity of their illicit affair was hot. I retreated back to the sitting room, pretending to read a cartoon magazine, my heart pounding a frantic rhythm against my ribs.

Sir Suresh emerged from the bathroom a few minutes later, wrapped in a towel. He offered me a strained smile, his usual jovial pretense replaced by a nervous energy.

"Rajeev, my boy," he said, attempting a light tone, "did you enjoy the cartoons?"

"Yes, sir," I mumbled, my eyes darting nervously towards the bathroom door.

"Good, good," he said, avoiding my gaze. "Perhaps later we can play badminton." His voice betrayed his tension.

Soon, my mother emerged from the bathroom, her face flushed, her hair damp to her forehead. She went straight to her bedroom where my father was still sleeping. It was clear she needed to change her clothes.

She returned to the sitting room, her eyes flickering nervously around, her movements hesitant. She busied herself making tea, her hands trembling slightly as she poured the water. She brought the tea to me and Sir Suresh, she was now calm.

Both of them looked happy, I could see in their eyes as they winked at each other.

Sir Suresh bid us goodbye, his departure a hurried retreat. My mother followed him to the door, I saw her body was glowing. From the window, I saw him kiss my mother’s lips, his hands squeezing the fat flesh of her ass, his voice a low murmur barely audible. "Next time," he whispered, "I want you to come to my house, I want to fuck your asshole, I didn't fuck it today."

My mother smiled with excitement in her eyes. “We should be careful, Suresh. My husband is around,” she said, her voice barely a whisper.

After Sir Suresh left, I watched my mother. She was happy, almost excited. She would smile to herself, lost in her own thoughts; it was obvious she was happy with the illicit encounters, the forbidden pleasure with Sir Suresh.

Her secret was hers, and hers alone. It was clear to me that she had fallen for him, that he had conquered her, despite her marriage to my father. The stolen moments, the clandestine sex between them, the forbidden pleasures—they had captured her heart, leaving me to question the stability of my family’s foundation and the complexities of adult desires.



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