Adultery My Shy Mom Seduced And Fucked by Sir Suresh

[nadia]

(( FOR THOSE BUMPING ONTO THIS STORY FOR THE FIRST TIME, THIS CHAPTER IS HOW ME AND MY MOM MET RAHUL'S MOM, JAYA, ENJOY!!))




The next day dawned bright and warm, the sun filtering through my window as I got ready for college. I felt an unsettling mix of excitement and satisfaction, recalling the unexpected scene I had witnessed the day before—my mom and Mr. Suresh playing fucking each other in our house in the guest room while my dad was sleeping in the master bedroom.

I went to college and as the college day ended, I eagerly made my way through the crowd of kids, finally spotting my friend Rahul. He was leaning against the gate of the college, casually watching as students filed past, waiting for his mom to pick him up.

We always come to this spot every single day where we meet and have a chat as we wait for our respective parents to pick us up.

“Hey, Rahul!” I called, waving as I walked over.

“Hey! What’s up? How are you doing” he replied with a grin, his eyes lighting up as I approached.

“You won’t believe what I saw yesterday!” I leaned in closer, my voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper.

“What happened?” Rahul’s curiosity raised instantly.

“I saw my mom and Mr. Suresh fucking in our house as my own dad was sleeping” I exclaimed, my pulse quickening as I recalled the secretive atmosphere.

“No way! Seriously?” he asked, wide-eyed.

“Yeah! And you won’t believe this—they were really sneaky about it. Before they started fucking, Mr. Suresh gave her a sleeping pill, and she secretly added it to my dad’s milk so that he will doze off to sleep” 

“Whoa, that’s intense!” Rahul exclaimed, clearly fascinated. “They thought no one would see them? I mean, it's pretty wild, but honestly, in our suburban area, this kind of stuff happens all the time like I told you before. People have secrets!”


“Right?” I said, glancing around to make sure no one was eavesdropping. “What if Dad finds out? He’ll freak out!”

Just then, Rahul’s mom, Jaya, pulled up in her car, waving at us from the driver’s side. I felt a wave of relief wash over me—having someone to talk to and circulate my thoughts with was great.

“Hey, Rahul! Ready to go?” Jaya called out warmly, stepping out of the car.

“Yeah, Mom!” Rahul replied, then turned to me. “Come on! You can ride with us.”

“Really? That would be awesome!” I accepted eagerly, especially since my mom had mentioned she would be twenty minutes late.





I climbed into the back seat, and as we drove down the familiar streets, I could feel the warmth of the sun shining through the windows. Rahul sat beside me, his excitement bubbling over.

“Isn’t my mom nice?” he asked, glancing at me.

“Yeah, she really is, I can't believe how hot she is. Your dad's boss really enjoyed fucking her” I replied, he then whispered to ne, “Yeah, but she wasn't in this shape before, actually it was due to my dad's boss fucking her so hard that made her this curvy”

“Totally! But I still think my mom is beautiful too!” he laughed. "Yes, I agree with that, your mom aunty Sunita is way more hot than my mom, she has sexy protruding boobs and her magnificent fat ass"

“True! But don’t tell her I said that, alright?” I chuckled, the lighthearted banter easing my earlier tension.

As we drove, I noticed Jaya’s curvy figure behind the wheel. Her appearance was striking, but I couldn't help but think that my mom had the best features of anyone I knew, a warmth and kindness that illuminated her face.

Friends, I came to realize that these curvy women are the most likely to have secret affairs. Rahul told me that those curvy women want their body to be used properly so they get easily seduced and fucked.

After a few minutes, I saw my mom walking down the road. “Hey! There’s my mom!” I shouted, pointing out the window. “Ooh that's your mom? Should I stop?” Jaya asked, looking at me in the rearview mirror.

“Yes, please aunty!” I said. "Yes mom, that is Rajeev's mom aunty Sunita", Rahul said.

Jaya brought the car to a halt, and I rolled down the window, calling out, “Mom!”

She turned, her expression shifting from curiosity to surprise. “Hello Rajeev, Why are you in a car?” she asked, raising an eyebrow.

“I got a ride with Rahul and his mom,” I explained, trying to maintain a casual tone. Mom made her way towards the car.

“Hi there!” Jaya greeted my mom as she approached the window. “We were just giving your son a ride home. Hello my name is Jaya, I am the mother to your son's best friend Rahul”

My mom smiled back, softening instantaneously. “Thank you so much! Nice to meet you. My name is Sunita”, my mom and Jaya shook hands together.

Rahul leaned to me and whispered, "In front of us are our mothers who are being fucked outside marriage. Look at them, they love dick inside their holes and they are not satisfied by their respective husbands", I looked at Rahul and I almost laughed.

“Pleasure’s mine! Would you like to join us for a few minutes? We can drop you two off since our home is just across the street to yours,” Jaya offered.

Before I could say anything, my mom nodded enthusiastically. “Why not? I’d love to chat!”

I hopped out of the back seat as my mom climbed into the front. The two women settled into conversation effortlessly, exchanging smiles and laughter as Jaya resumed driving. Friends, my mom and Rahul's mom looked like those hot women you see in porn.

The only difference was that they were wearing traditional sarees. If you looked at them for the first time, you would mistake them for being faithful wives who are inculcated with religious values.

But deep inside, they were women who are married but fucking outside marriage and they surely loved dicks. They are two women who don't care about societal norms of loyalty to marriage.

Mom turned to Rahul, her face lighting up. “So, this is your friend Rahul! You have never introduced me to him. How are you doing?” 

“I’m great, Auntie!” he responded, flashing a bright smile. "Mom, I didn't get the chance to introduce you to my friend Rahul but I was hoping one day you we will get the chance and fortunately, we got one," I replied to my mom.

Just then Rahul borrowed his mom's phone so that he could play games in her phone because he was getting bored due to the evening traffic jam. I also borrowed my mom's phone and me and Rahul started playing video games as mom and Jaya began chatting.

As they chatted, I couldn’t help but feel a swell of pride. Rahul's mom seemed genuinely kind and engaging, weaving jokes and sharing stories about when Rahul was younger. The warmth between them felt easy and natural, quickly bridging any gaps between their lives.


My Mom: "To Jaya, khaali samay mein kya karti ho?"
(So, Jaya, what do you do in your free time?)

Jaya: "Are, thoda-bahut bagwani karti hoon. Bada sukoon milta hai mitti mein haath lagane aur paudhon ko badhte dekhne mein. Aur painting ka bhi shauk hai, lekin bas shaukiya karti hoon."
(Oh, I dabble a bit in gardening. It’s so relaxing to get my hands in the soil and watch plants grow. I also like painting, but it's just a hobby.)


My Mom: "Bagwani! Kitni acchi baat hai. Main bhi karti thi jab main chhoti thi, lekin aajkal..."
(Gardening! That’s such a nice thing. I used to do it when I was younger, but these days…)

Jaya: "Aajkal kya?"
(These days what?)

My Mom: "My husband Arvind hamesha apne kaam mein vyast rehte hain. Unka chartered accountant ka kaam hai—deadlines aur clients ka pressure. Hamare paas ek saath samay bitaane ka waqt hi nahi hota."
(Arvind is always busy with his work. He’s a chartered accountant—deadlines and client pressure. We hardly get time to spend together.)


Jaya: "Samajh sakti hoon. Male in high-powered jobs ka yeh ek common problem hota hai. Lekin tumhe apne liye kuch waqt nikaalna chahiye, Sunita. Yeh zaroori hai."
(I understand. Men in high-powered jobs are notorious for it. But you shouldn’t let yourself get bored, Sunita. It’s important to have things you enjoy.)

My Mom: "Yeh kehna asaan hai."
(That’s easier said than done.)

Jaya: "Toh kabhi mere ghar chai pe aana, Sunita. Hum baat karenge, catch up karenge, aur shaayad main tumhe apna chhota sa garden bhi dikhane chali jaungi."
(You should come over for tea sometime, Sunita. We can chat, catch up, and maybe I’ll show you my little garden.)

My Mom: "Woh toh accha hoga, Jaya. Kab aayein?"
(That sounds lovely, Jaya. When would be a good time?)


Jaya: "Chaliye dekhte hain… kaise rahega agle hafte? Wednesday afternoon? Agar tumhe koi aur plan nahi ho toh."
(Let’s see… how about next week? Wednesday afternoon? Unless you already have plans?)

My Mom: "Asal mein, mujhe koi aur plan nahi hai. Aur mere favourite mall ke baare mein, shayad sabka waisa hi ho, lekin tum kya karti ho apne khaali samay mein?"
(Actually, I don’t have any plans then. And as for my favorite mall, it’s probably the same as everyone else’s. But what do you do with your leisure time?)

Jaya: "Achha, bagwani aur painting ke alawa, main ek chhota restaurant bhi chalati hoon. Kaafi kaam hota hai, lekin mujhe uska creative side bahut pasand hai. Naye dishes banana, menu design karna... kaafi mehnat hai, lekin maza bhi aata hai."
(Well, aside from gardening and painting, I also run a small restaurant. It keeps me busy, but I enjoy the creative side of it. Designing menus, coming up with new dishes… It’s a lot of hard work, but it’s also fun.)

My Mom: "Oh, main samajh sakti hoon! Restaurant chalana bahut demanding hota hoga."
(Oh, I can imagine! Running a restaurant must be very demanding.)

Jaya: "Haan, hai, lekin mujhe yeh bahut pasand hai. Challenging hai, lekin rewarding bhi hai. Tum apne samay kaise guzar rahi ho, Sunita?"
(Yes, it is, but I love it. It’s challenging but rewarding. What do you do with your time, Sunita?)

My Mom: "Main zyada tar ghar ka kaam karti hoon."
(I mostly manage the house.)


Jaya: "Sach mein? Par tumhare paas toh khud ke hobbies ke liye kaafi waqt milna chahiye."
(Really? But that should give you plenty of time to dedicate to your hobbies.)

My Mom: "Yeh itna asaan nahi hai, Jaya. Arvind hamesha der tak kaam karte hain, aur ghar ka kaam... din kaafi jaldi guzar jaata hai. Har waqt kuch na kuch karna padta hai, safai karna, khana banana, kuch thik karna. Main zyada tar ghar ke kaamon aur Arvind ke kaamon mein hi apna samay guzar deti hoon."
(It’s not as simple as that, Jaya. Arvind is always working late, and managing the house... the days just melt away. There’s always something to do, something to clean, something to cook, something to fix. I end up spending most of my time tending to household duties and Arvind's needs.)

Jaya: "Main samajh sakti hoon. Yeh kaafi overwhelming ho sakta hai. Lekin apne liye waqt nikaalna zaroori hai. Chhote pal bhi farq daal sakte hain. Kuch waqt ke liye kitaab padhna, ya music sunna, ya bas chup chaap baithna aur apna dimaag saaf karna. Yeh apne wellbeing ke liye zaroori hai."
(I know the feeling. It can be overwhelming. But it’s important to find time for yourself. Even small moments can make a difference. Reading a book, listening to music, or just sitting quietly and clearing your head. It’s essential for your wellbeing.)


My Mom: "I know, I know. It’s just that it feels like there’s never enough time. And Arvind? He doesn’t seem to understand that at all. His world revolves around his clients and work. I’m just a background detail, someone to manage the home, and he rarely makes even the smallest effort to understand my feelings or involve me in his life. It makes you feel... invisible."



At this moment, I was surprised that my mom is speaking about my dad not having time for her. It was really awkward for me to listen to this. Rahul nudged me and he also told me in whispering tone that it is clear my mom is not happy with my dad that is why she chose to be fucked by Sir Suresh.

Jaya: "I understand. Sometimes, we have to be the ones to make the effort, to create the space for ourselves, and to gently remind our husbands that we’re important too. We need to be seen, heard, and valued, not just as homemakers, but as individuals with our own needs and desires."

My Mom: "I wish I had the energy to even start a conversation like that."

Jaya: "Then maybe you need to plan something ahead of time. Perhaps a weekend getaway? Or a simple dinner at that new Italian place, or even a walk in the park. You need to show him that you, too, need to be nurtured, and that shared experiences are just as important for maintaining a strong relationship."


My Mom: "You’re right. I think I’ll try that. It’s just that sometimes… I feel like I don’t matter to him. I’m just… always there, managing things. But not really seen or valued."

Jaya: "You matter, Sunita. You matter a great deal. And I really think you should come over for that tea. We can talk more then, and I’m sure you’ll find my company rejuvenating."

My Mom: "I’d really like that, Jaya. Thank you."


The rest of the car ride was filled with a lighter atmosphere, the earlier tension replaced by a comfortable camaraderie between the two women. The conversation continued in a pleasant but somewhat mundane fashion. 

They discussed various things from movies to the neighborhood gossip. But the underlying current of understanding and shared experience had set a foundation for a new friendship, a friendship that might offer both women the support and understanding they craved. The simple invitation for tea had transformed a car ride into a small moment of hope.



As we finally neared our house, Jaya slowed down. “Here’s your stop!” she announced. 

“Thanks for the ride!” my mom said, stepping out of the car. I caught a glimpse of Jaya giving my mom her phone number card. The two were ready to be good friends.

“Anytime! Let’s get the moms together soon!” Jaya said warmly. "For sure aunty", I said

My mom turned to Jaya, thanking her profusely. “You’re such a kind person! I appreciate it.”


Friends, I was very much evident that my mom and Jaya were already best friends just through 44 minutes of car drive. Scientifically, it would be explained that they got along very easily because they had something in common.

And what was that common thing? They were both being fucked outside their marriage and they are cheating on their husband. 

“It was absolutely no trouble,” Jaya replied, her smile radiant as she waved goodbye.

As they pulled away, my mom looked at me thoughtfully. “You know, I really like Jaya. She’s a good person. Very kind-hearted. Why didn't you even tell me about her or your friend?”

“I agree! It's just that I never got the time, we had a lot of work at college and we had to study a lot” I said, my mind racing with the secret I had shared with Rahul. “She seems great!”

We then entered our house, my mom headed off to cook. She was checking her phone again and she smiled. I knew it was Sir Suresh sending her another one of  his dick images in her WhatsApp and that is why she was smiling.

After entering the house, I noticed the delicious aroma of something cooking wafting through the air. “What’s for dinner?” I asked, my stomach rumbling.

“Just one of your favorites—spaghetti!” she said, her face lighting up like it always did when she mentioned my favorite meals.

As I settled at the table, the comforting scent of home enveloped me. I started eating, enjoying the warm, delicious food, but my mind drifted back to my earlier conversation with Rahul. 

The world felt more layered now, tangled in complexities I never fully understood yet felt compelled by. After all, he was right.

While I ate, I couldn’t help but wonder about the implications of what I had seen and kept to myself. My dad was still at home, but he’d been feeling unwell since yesterday when mom was being fucked in the guest room. 

I briefly remembered the sleeping pill that Mr. Suresh had given my mom, a seed of worry sprouting in my mind. Would that have anything to do with my dad's condition? 

I pushed the thought aside as I enjoyed my meal, unwilling to let doubt overshadow the warmth of my home. After dinner, I helped my mom clean up, reveling in the normalcy of it all despite the secret fun I was having with Rahul.


The evening stretched long and quiet. Dad, finally awake after a seemingly endless sleep, came from the master bedroom and settled heavily onto the sofa in the sitting room. 

The silence in the house felt thick, heavy with unspoken tensions and betrayal. Mom was in the kitchen, the rhythmic clatter of pans a counterpoint to the quiet hum of the television. 

I knew, even before she appeared, that something was amiss. The easy intimacy that usually existed between my parents felt strangely absent. The lack of physical affection, the subtle avoidance in their interactions—it was a clear indication that something was wrong. 

Friends, it is normal that when a married woman has affair outside marriage, then she would only be thinking about that person she cheated with. She will no longer pay attention to her husband. She will view her husband as garbage and that is how my mom was treating my dad.

And one thing friends, I am sure that my mom will no longer go back to her normal self of loving my dad. She was now only the woman of Sir Suresh. She could not ever stop loving Sir Suresh.

And I suspected I knew what it was. Mom hadn't been intimate with Dad since his awakening, a stark change from their previous behavior. They didn't fuck each other because all this time, Sir Suresh was the one who was fucking her instead of my dad. Oohh this was so hot friends.

I pretended to be engrossed in my magazine, the bright colors a stark contrast to the somber mood that permeated the room. Dad, his gaze distant and unfocused, watched television, his hand occasionally straying to his stomach as if in discomfort. 

Mom, however, was struggling. She took an unusually long time to prepare dinner, repeatedly checking her phone, her fingers nervously tapping against the screen as if waiting for a message. I knew those messages were from Sir Suresh.

Friends, have you ever been so much enchanted by someone that you constantly think about them? Now that is what my mom changed into. She chronically thought about Sir Suresh every single second, minute and hour and even days.

Sir Suresh was deeply in her brain to the extent that she didn't even care about my dad. My mom was slowly becoming shameless.

Eventually, Dad, his patience wearing thin, called out from the living room, "My love, could you get me some water, please?"

Mom responded, but her answer was delayed. She was still absorbed in her phone, her attention completely fixated on its screen. Dad called again, louder this time, his voice carrying a hint of impatience. This time, she quickly hid her phone and rushed in with the water, apologizing profusely.

"I'm so sorry, baby," she said, her voice laced with forced cheerfulness, her eyes darting around nervously. "I didn't hear you call."

Dad looked at her, his brow furrowed slightly, concern etched on his face. He drank the water a gulp and then asked, "Are you alright, love? You seem a bit distracted."

"Oh, it's nothing, darling," she replied, forcing a smile. "Just a bit tired, I guess." Her composure was carefully constructed, a flimsy shield against the storm brewing inside her. She hoped he wouldn’t suspect anything.

Friends, as I told you earlier, my dad since he trusted my mom 105%, he will never, ever in his life, suspect my mom of cheating on him. But guess what, that was actually the opposite. The more he trusted my mom, the more my mom was free to mingle around shamelessly with Sir Suresh.


PICTURE BREAK TO VIEW MY MOM'S HOT BODY UPDATE ON HOW SHE HAS BECAME CURVY AFTER SIR SURESH FUCKED HER GOOD






For me, the situation was a delicate balancing act. I wished Dad remained unaware of his wife's infidelity. For now, at least, ignorance was bliss.

But Dad wasn’t himself. A strange illness seemed to have settled upon him. He shifted uneasily on the sofa, his face pale and drawn. I watched, a knot of worry tightening in my stomach.

"Dad," I began cautiously, placing my magazine down on the coffee table. "Are you feeling alright? You don’t seem yourself."

He sighed, rubbing his back wearily. "I don’t feel right, Rajeev," he admitted, his voice sounding weak. "Something’s… wrong."

"What is it?" I pressed gently.

He shook his head. "I don't know exactly," he said, a puzzled frown etching itself onto his forehead. "I just feel… off. A strange pain here," he touched his stomach. "And a persistent headache. I keep feeling shivers down my spine. I suspect I might have eaten or drank something yesterday that disagreed with me."

The words struck a chord. The memory of yesterday’s events flooded back to my brain. Sir Suresh's secret actions, the sleeping pill he’d slipped to my father. 

The thought that it might be the sleeping pill that was causing this illness to my dad sent a shiver of suspicion down my spine. This wasn't just indigestion; it felt deliberate. It felt like foul play.

"Dad," I said, my voice low, "What are you going to do?"

He paused, considering his options. “I think… I think I should go to the hospital tomorrow. Get it checked out properly.” A long silence hung in the air, punctuated only by the soft ticking of the clock in the hall. Then Mom entered, carrying a tray of dinner dishes. She immediately noticed her dad's discomfort.

"Arvind, darling," she said, her voice laced with concern, "you don’t look well. What’s wrong?"

He repeated what he'd told me, explaining his symptoms. Mom's worry deepened.

"Since yesterday?" she asked, her voice urgent. "Should we go to the hospital now?"

Dad, though clearly uncomfortable, remained resolute. "No, my love, it's alright," he replied, giving her a tender kiss on the forehead. "I'll go tomorrow. Don't you worry about it." We started then eating. Mom and dad and me talked about different topics and we laughed.


Just then, his gaze, however, shifted to the guest room doorway. A slight frown creased his brow. "Sunita," he asked, his voice laced with curiosity, "Why is the guest room bed so untidy? Was there a… spill or something?"

Mom visibly froze. The question caught her completely off guard. The her face full of nervousness, and for a split-second, she almost choked on the food she'd been chewing. 

The memory of her afternoon with Sir Suresh, their passionate games in the guest room, flashed vividly in her mind. She knew exactly what had caused the mess of the bed.

Before she could even stammer a response, I interjected, my voice carefully casual, "Dad, it was me. I was playing in there earlier. I had a bit of a… messy game of… you know… pillow fights and things. I got a little carried away. There were pillows and blankets everywhere."

"Pillow fights?" Dad raised an eyebrow, his expression softening slightly. "Really, Rajeev? That explains the mess then." He looked somewhat amused.

"Yeah," I continued, adding more detail to embellish my story. "I was trying out some new wrestling moves, and well... things got a little… enthusiastic. I was flinging pillows, throwing blankets. It was quite a… spectacle." I tried to make it sound like a wild, fun game, something a boy might do.


Dad chuckled. "Oh, I see," he said, his suspicions apparently allayed. "Well, next time try to be a little neater. It's a bit of a mess in there." He glanced at Mom, his expression softening. "Sunita, are you alright? You seemed rather shocked for a second there."

Mom, immensely relieved, managed a weak smile. "Yes, darling, I’m fine. Just a bit surprised. Rajeev can be quite… energetic sometimes. A little too much energy sometimes," she added with a slight chuckle.

The moment of crisis had passed. Dad's attention shifted back to his own discomfort. But the weight of the secret still hung in the air, a palpable tension lingering beneath the surface of our seemingly normal family life. 

Friends, my mom is such a master in handling this tensions. All this days, she was lying to my dad and she was knew how to shape conversations with my dad to further drive him away from any suspicions.

I didn't know where she learnt this behavior of lying and making dad become more unsuspicious. I think it was Sir Suresh who was teaching her on how to lie to my dad. Friends, at this point, I knew Sir Suresh was surely going to win over my mom.

Mom was intensely grateful for my intervention, but also slightly bewildered by my unexpected actions. Why had I lied? Why had I protected her? The questions hung in the air, unspoken, but heavy with implications. 

The evening proceeded, the apparent calm covering a multitude of anxieties and secrets yet to be revealed.

After dinner, Dad said goodnight, his voice raspy with illness. Mom offered a perfunctory "Goodnight, darling," a stark contrast to her usual tender farewell filled with kisses on his lips. 

The lack of warmth, the absence of her usual concern for his well-being, was a chilling revelation. In the past, she would have accompanied him to the bedroom, ensuring he was comfortable, checking on his condition. 

Tonight, however, she remained seated, her attention elsewhere. The change was palpable, a chilling indication of the shift in her affections. Once Dad was asleep, Mom went to the kitchen, ostensibly to wash the dishes. 

I heard the familiar clatter of plates and the swish of water, but I also heard the distinct chime of a new message notification on her phone. She glanced my way, checking to see if I was paying attention. 

Satisfied that I wasn't, she closed the kitchen door quietly, wiping her hands on a dish towel before answering a call. It was Sir Suresh.

My curiosity piqued, I tiptoed to the kitchen door, pressing my ear against the cool wood. The conversation was hushed, not on loudspeaker, but I could still make out snatches of their dialogue, words that pierced my heart like shards of glass.

"No, Suresh, not tonight," Mom whispered, her voice tinged with a mixture of guilt and desire. 

"Arvind… he’s not well. He’s been feeling unwell since yesterday and I can’t leave him. I can’t risk anything happening while he’s unwell." She paused, her tone shifting subtly. 

“Suresh,” she whispered, her voice barely audible above the gentle hum of the refrigerator, “what did you give my husband? Was that really sleeping pills you slipped him yesterday…? That potent sleeping pill you were so eager to share…?”

There was a long pause, a silence thick with unspoken implications. I could practically feel the tension radiating from the phone, a silent battle waged between the two people on the other end of the line.

Then she laughed....I didn't understand why she is laughing. “Why… why is he like this?” she continued, her voice in a laughing manner slightly. The forced casualness of their earlier conversation was increased with smiling, replaced by a raw, vulnerable delight. 

I told myself, "Oohh wow, look at my mom becoming delighted and laughing because Sir Suresh made my dad sick."


“He's so unwell, Suresh. He has such a bad headache, a terrible pain in his stomach. He’s feverish and weak… is this a side effect of the medication…? What have you done?”

“Tell me the truth, Suresh,” she pleaded, her voice dropping to a near whisper. “Was it something more? Was it something… stronger… something that could make him this sick? You are such a naughty person, all this just to fuck my pussy??”

"Yes, Suresh... I love you too, more than anything... but I just can’t tonight. It wouldn't be fair to Arvind, not in his current state. He needs me right now. We can’t meet tonight, Suresh. It wouldn't be right.” Her voice was laced with a desperate plea to be understood, a clear signal that she wanted their encounter, but guilt was overriding her desires.

"Tomorrow?" Suresh’s voice was a low murmur, a sound barely audible above the gentle hum of the refrigerator. "But I've been waiting all day, Sunita. I need you." His tone was demanding, less concerned about her husband's illness than his own desires. 

I could actually  hear him even though it was not in loudspeaker since the kitchen was silent as an underground tunnel.

"Not tomorrow either, Suresh," she replied, her voice firming slightly. "My husband is going to the hospital tomorrow. I have to go with him. I’ll be with him all day. I can’t leave him." 

Her explanation was clear. She was attempting to balance her commitment to her husband, while fighting her undeniable attraction to Sir Suresh.

A wave of icy excitment and a rising sense of betrayal flooded through me. This wasn’t just a simple affair; it was a web of deceit and blatant disregard for her husband’s well-being. 

The betrayal hit me with the force of a physical blow. My chest tightened, my heart pounding and my dick almost becoming hard beating to the rhythm against my groin. This wasn't just any affair; it was a blatant disregard for everything she held sacred; the very foundation of family.

Friends, like I told you before, my mom grew up in a traditional, religious setting that deeply influenced her values and beliefs. Raised in a close-knit community, she learned the importance of family, respect, and responsibility from a young age. 

Her upbringing was filled with cultural rituals and religious practices that shaped her worldview. Daily prayers and gatherings at the temple were common, instilling in her a strong sense of spirituality and morality. 

She was taught to honor her elders, embrace humility, and practice kindness to others. These principles guided her through life, shaping her into the compassionate, unwavering figure that I admire today. Her values remind me of the strength and wisdom embedded in our heritage.

But now, my mom has completely turned away from the traditional and religious values she was raised with. Instead of embracing the strict rules of her upbringing, she found herself craving independence and excitement. 

This desire led her to embark on a secret relationship with Sir Suresh, someone who represents everything she grew up against. Behind my dad's back, she gets fucked in all her holes by Sir Suresh, savoring the thrill of living a life free from the expectations that had once confined her. 

The conversation continued, each word carving deeper into my understanding of their illicit relationship which was hot to witness. Friends, if you have witnessed your mom having secret affair with another man behind your dad's back, then you are very lucky.

“No, please, Suresh… I promised I'd give you my asshole for the second time, but please be patient, my love… I know you desire it, and so do I, and I’m just as eager to fulfil my promise, but now is not the time. Please... I need you to understand,” Mom pleaded, her tone becoming more agitated.

"Okay, thank you," Suresh’s voice, though still tinged with impatience, held a hint of reluctant acceptance. 

"Just come and take him to the hospital, then… but what about our plans this evening? What do you mean that you have to stay with him in the hospital? Is this a tactic to avoid me?" His tone indicated frustration, his feelings ignored by her explanation.

Mom’s voice faltered, clearly losing the argument. She placed a hand to her forehead, her frustration evident.

“Okay… but… sure… yes… okay, then you win. Tomorrow night. Arrgh, you’re such a man! You really disturb my calm. No, are you serious?.....yes I will ride you the way you want hehehe.....what? two hours only for my asshole? You must be joking….you will make it loose.... wow… okay… mmwah, I love you.”

The call ended. I heard the soft click as she hung up. For a moment, silence reigned, broken only by the faint hum of the refrigerator. Then, I saw her. She was looking at her phone, a silly, lovestruck smile playing on her lips. 

She held it close to her heart, a gesture that spoke volumes about the depth of her infatuation. She leaned against the counter, her eyes closed for a moment, lost in her own private world of desires. Then, she did something that shocked me to the core. She kissed the phone.

The sight sent a fresh wave of nausea through me. The blatant disregard for her husband’s illness was amazing. Dad was sick, possibly seriously ill, and all she cared about was Sir Suresh and their passionate games. They were clearly planning their next fucking session which was always wild. 

What kind of mother was this? What kind of person was she? How could she be so uncaring? Oooh this was so hot!!

In the past, she’d always been so attentive to Dad’s needs. She would check on him, even in the middle of the night, ensuring he was comfortable. She’d rush to his side at the slightest sign of discomfort, her concern genuine and heartfelt. 

Tonight, however, that attentive and caring mother had vanished, replaced by a woman consumed by her own desires and completely controlled by another man. This was not the same woman I'd grown up with.

My dad was sick, possibly seriously ill, and all she cared about was Sir Suresh and their illicit encounters. They were planning their next meeting, their next sexual encounter. My own mother was not only engaging in adultery, she was doing so with a callous disregard for her sick husband's well-being. 


NEXT PART IS AS ALWAYS ON THE WAY. WHAT DO YOU THINK GUYS? YOUR THOUGHTS.