Adultery My Shy Mom Seduced And Fucked by Sir Suresh

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((FOR THOSE BUMPING INTO THIS SECTION OF THE STORY, FOR THE FIRST TIME, THIS CHAPTER IS WHERE SIR SURESH PULLED SOME STRINGS TO GET MY DAD ADMITTED IN HOSPITAL SO THAT HE CAN FUCK MY MOTHER EVEN MORE, ENJOY!!))



The next morning, Sir Suresh arrived early, his arrival a stark contrast to the previous day's clandestine meetings. He was dressed in a crisp, neatly pressed shirt and trousers, a stark difference from his usual attire, which was more casual, more suited to their clandestine meetings. 

Friends, one thing about Sir Suresh is that he cladded very neatly & professionally. This was because he loved designer clothes & money was not a problem for him. He made sure he had all the expensive clothes in his drawers.

He was eager to show his concern for my father's illness, his actions a calculated attempt to appear caring, but in the real sense, he was just pretending in order to win my mother's favor. 

The four of us were gathered in the sitting room—Dad, Mom, Sir Suresh, and myself. Dad was clearly feeling unwell, moving slowly and speaking weakly. His skin felt strangely clammy.

“Arvind, my friend,” Sir Suresh began, a note of feigned concern in his voice. "I was so sorry to hear about your illness. Don’t worry about a thing; we will get you sorted out today." 

His words were laced with a hint of forced warmth, a deliberate attempt to appear concerned, masking his true intentions. His eyes kept darting towards Mom, a look of both concern and expectation on his face, and I noticed a strange, subtle shift in his behavior 

An unusual attentiveness that was at once genuine and calculated. He kept on gazing at my mom and licking his lips. I noticed his eyes were directly focused on my mom's breast that were full of milk.

My mom was ready and she was neatly dressed in a red saree with a black blouse. Friends, guess what? This is the same saree and blouse Sir Suresh bought her and my dad doesn't even know.

Secondly, I asked myself why is my mom wearing this dress on this particular occasion? Is it because she wants more attention from Sir Suresh? Because I am very much aware that women tend to seek profound attention primarily from the ones they love or crush on.


Mom who noticed this, hid her breasts with her red duppata. This was to divert Sir Suresh's attention from her because she felt it was risky because my dad was just near them.

Dad, weak but still trying to maintain some dignity, said, “Suresh, you really didn’t have to stress yourself, my dear friend. I'm not that unwell. We can go to the hospital later, when I feel a bit stronger."

Sir Suresh’s response was immediate and emphatic. “Nonsense, Arvind! Your health is paramount. We can’t risk delaying your treatment. I’m here to help, my friend. Consider it my duty. I insist on taking you to the hospital right away. This is nothing to worry about. Consider me your friend, and I will ensure that you receive the very best care. We will get this sorted as soon as possible.” 

I knew he was insisting on it because I am sure he doesn't really care about my dad. He just wants to fuck his wife who is standing just near him, my busty and curvy mom Sunita. Ooohh this man Suresh is really a genius and a good pervert.


He said it with an almost theatrical display of concern. I noticed the way his eyes kept flitting back towards my mother; it felt as though his concern was directed at her as much as it was at my father. 

It was obvious that he wanted to maintain appearances before my mother, and he was clearly enjoying his role of the "caring friend".

“Let me get my coat,” Dad said, beginning to rise slowly from the sofa. He moved with a stiffness that betrayed his discomfort, and his voice held the faintest tremor.

I took my teacup to the kitchen, leaving Mom, and Sir Suresh alone in the sitting room. As I was about to return, I saw them. Sir Suresh had his arms around my mother, his hands squeezing her fat ass.

Her chest was pressed against his, her body visibly trembling. It was not the casual embrace of friends; it was something far more intimate, far more suggestive. My mother's breath hitched, a gasp escaping her lips.

"Let me go," she whispered, her voice slightly breathless. The fear was palpable, her resistance barely veiled.


“Just a quick kiss, my love,” Sir Suresh murmured, his voice low and seductive. He tightened his embrace, grabbing both two asscheeks of my mom that were so soft, his body pressed firmly against hers. 

His words were a thinly veiled excuse for intimacy. The calculated concern that he had displayed for my father a few moments before was completely gone, replaced by a raw, almost lustful energy towards my hot mom.

Mom looked nervously over her shoulder, checking to see if Dad was looking. Dad was still in the bedroom, getting the his coat. Seeing the coast was clear, she quickly leaned up and kissed Sir Suresh, her lips meeting his in a passionate, urgent kiss.

Friends, let me tell you, I didn't believe what I was witnessing, a wave of shock electrified all over my spine. I couldn't believe my mom was this brave. Kissing another man in the sitting room while her husband is just in the bedroom. Woow! 

From the master bedroom, Dad called out, "Honey, did you see my black coat?" There was no response. Mom was locked in an embrace with Sir Suresh, her lips fused to his in a passionate kiss that completely ignored her my dad's call.

The fact that my mom ignored my dad's call made my dick hard right away. This was so hot. I think my mom took advantage of the situation because my dad was sick.

Dad called out again. “I can’t find my coat, honey. Did you keep it somewhere for me?” Still no answer. Mom was completely lost in the moment. The intensity of her kiss with Sir Suresh kiss intensified, fueled both by lust and the thrill of taking such a risk.

“Honey? I can’t find my black coat. Honey?” Dad's voice rose, laced with increasing impatience.

Finally, Mom pulled away from Sir Suresh, her face flushed, but still hugging him, her breath slightly ragged. "Ooh, yes," she said, her voice breathless. "It's in the closet, honey."

Sir Suresh looked at my mother, his eyes sparkling with amusement and something akin to exhilaration. He seemed to be relishing the fact that they were openly engaging in their affair, even in my father's presence.

“Hey, you’re risking so much," Mom whispered, she told Sir Suresh, she was glancing nervously around the room, her eyes darting towards the kitchen, checking to see if I might be watching. 

“Be careful.” She was obviously concerned about the risks they were taking, even though her desire seemed to override her apprehension.

Then I heard Dad’s voice from the master bedroom again. “Ooh, I found it!” His footsteps were now audible as he walked towards the sitting room.

Sir Suresh, sensing the imminent arrival of my father, took advantage of the last few moments. He planted another deep kiss on my mother’s lips. My mom still supported him by kissing him back.


This was really crazy friends, the two loves birds are crossing their limits right in front of the sitting room. He held it for a full ten seconds before she finally pulled away, her face flushed.

"Ouch!" Mom exclaimed, as Sir Suresh playfully slapped her jiggly fat ass. A subtle reminder of their intimacy, of their illicit relationship.

Dad, entering the sitting room, asked, “Is everything alright, honey? You both seem… flustered?”

Mom, regaining her composure, replied, forcing a smile, "Nothing, darling. I accidentally knocked my foot against the sofa" She quickly rectified her hair, her movements attempting to restore a sense of normalcy to the situation. 

"Ooh sorry baby, are you alright?", my dad told her not being bothered of what just happened when he was in the bedroom few seconds ago.

"Yes my love, I am fine", mom answered.

The casual lie was designed to hide the truth, to conceal the passionate kiss she had just shared with Sir Suresh.

She moved closer to Dad, offering to help him tie his tie, her touch lingering a little longer than necessary. “Let me tie this one for you, honey.” Her actions were a clear attempt to pretend, to regain her husband's trust. 

The casual intimacy was in stark contrast to the passion she had shown only moments before.

Sir Suresh watched my mother, his gaze lingering on her soft wide ass, and a look of raw jealousy flashed across his features. It seemed that he hadn't had enough. He seemed to be brooding over their interrupted intimacy.

We left for the hospital in Sir Suresh’s car. Mom and I sat in the back while Dad, looking pale and weak, sat beside Sir Suresh in the front.

“You will be fine, Arvind,” Sir Suresh assured my father, his voice attempting to project reassurance. “This is just a minor setback. We’ll get you looked after, and you’ll be back to your old self in no time. It is our duty to care for you.” 

His words were designed to calm my father, to quell any anxiety, but there was an underlying tone of impatience, as if he wanted this episode to be over so that he could get back to his clandestine meetings of fucking with my mother.

My mother added, "Yes, darling. Just relax and focus on getting well. I’ll be here for you the whole time.” She made a point of looking my father in the eye, expressing sincere concern for his well-being.

But at the same time, she glanced at Sir Suresh and smiled. Sir Suresh winked at her but she didn't bother, instead she rolled up her eyes in a disdainful manner because she didn't want to risk again in the car.

We arrived at a renowned hospital in Pune, its imposing structure a stark contrast to the quiet, almost clandestine atmosphere of the car ride. Dad was admitted and was now on the hospital bed. Mom was close to him and it was revealed that he had a stomach upset.

After the initial assessment, Sir Suresh pulled the doctor aside, a confidential air settling between them. They moved to a quieter corner, their voices low, almost conspiratorial. 

It was revealed that he would be in the hospital for two weeks. The doctor told Sir Suresh, because actually the hospital bill was on him. Friends, this was a good gesture from Sir Suresh. 

Despite him fucking the wife of my dad, it was  good gesture for him to pay all the hospital bills for my dad. I loved this. I mean, it is very good to see him doing this.


                                            




“Mr. Arvind will need to stay for observation for at least two weeks. We need to run some tests.” the doctor told Sir Suresh.

The words "two weeks" hung in the air, a melodious tune to Sir Suresh and Mom. Their faces lit up with a mixture of relief and barely concealed excitement. The extended hospital stay provided the perfect cover for their secretive oncoming fucking sessions.

I knew two weeks was a lot for Sir Suresh and my mom to spend their nights fucking each other.

Dad, ever the optimist, said, "I don’t even care if I’m here for a month, I just want to get well. A week isn’t long at all. I just want to feel better as soon as possible.”

Sir Suresh, placing a hand reassuringly on Dad's shoulder, replied, "You will, friend. Don't you worry about a thing. The bill is on me. We'll make sure you get the best possible care. Consider this a little holiday for you, Arvind. A chance to relax and recover. We'll be here every day, ensuring everything is handled appropriately."

When he said "holiday" for my dad, I just thought this is not just a holiday for my dad, it is also a holiday for Sir Suresh and my mom. Actually, not even a holiday, but a honeymoon of two weeks. Ooh I can't wait to see the action between them. 

"We'll bring you all the comforts of home.", Sir Suresh continued, "Just focus on getting better. That's all that matters. We’ll take care of everything else." My mom looked at Sir Suresh and she was clearly happy seeing that the person she is fucking is "caring" for my dad.

His words, though intended to comfort, held a subtle undercurrent of something else, something more lustful for my mom. The concern was palpable, but it was almost as though he was already thinking about the next fucking session with my mother.

Mom, drawing closer, kissed Dad on the head. “I love you, baby,” she whispered, her voice soft and tender, a stark contrast to her earlier behavior. 

“Don’t you worry about a thing. I’ll be here every day. We’ll get better. I’ll take care of everything, and soon you’ll be back home, better than ever. I promise. Just focus on getting better, and leave the rest to us.” 

Her words, though seemingly filled with genuine concern, were laced with a hidden agenda. The concern for her husband appeared to be motivated as much by her guilty conscience as by genuine love.

I watched Sir Suresh. His face was a mask of barely controlled fury, his eyes narrowed, his jaw clenched. The jealousy was palpable; it was as though he wanted Mom entirely for himself, his possessive nature flaring up at the display of affection between Dad and Mom. 

He was clearly jealous because he was seeing that his woman (my mom) was kissing a person he hates (my dad).

The tender scene between Dad and Mom, a genuine display of love and concern, was a stark contrast to the clandestine nature of his relationship with Mom. 

Dad, turning to me, said, "Hey, son, it's just two weeks. I'll be home soon, and we'll play that new video game together. We’ll have some serious gaming time when I get out of here.”


“Yes Dad, that's a great idea! I’ve been waiting for us to get together and play it!” I replied, trying to sound cheerful, despite the disturbing undercurrents of the situation. 

I was trying my best to support my father and to keep up appearances, even though I knew the true nature of the situation. "I'll visit you every day. And when you come home, we'll have a huge gaming marathon. We can even invite Rahul!" 

I tried to keep the conversation light, to focus on the positive aspects of the situation, to distract myself from the naughty reality that was slowly unfolding before my eyes between my mom and Sir Suresh.

While I spoke with Dad, I noticed Sir Suresh and Mom exchanging secret glances. He stood beside Mom, his hand resting on her big ass, a tight squeeze that seemed designed to lust. 

Mom visibly flinched, her body tensing, trying to subtly remove his hand, her eyes darting nervously towards Dad. Her apprehension was clear. She knew that she was playing a dangerous game, and the risk of being caught was high because dad was just inches close to her.

I knew, with a certainty that chilled me to the bone, that the sleeping pill Sir Suresh had given Dad that day, wasn't a sleeping pill at all. It was something else, something far more sinister. 

And Mom knew it too. She knew the truth, the extent of Sir Suresh's manipulation. Yet, her love for Sir Suresh, her passion for the illicit relationship, seemed to more important more than her love for my father, and the loyalty she owed her family.

Dad, noticing the tension between Sir Suresh and Mom, turned to Sir Suresh. “Take care of Sunita if she needs anything. She gets a little… overwhelmed sometimes.”

Sir Suresh, his eyes never leaving Mom's face, nodded his head with an almost imperceptible gesture. “Of course, Arvind. Consider it my pleasure. I'll make sure she is safe, and always supported. Just focus on getting better.” 

He spoke the words with a practiced ease and confidence, but there was a subtle gleam in his eyes, a playful gleam, indicating that his attention was not entirely on my father's health, but also focused on his own relationship with my mother. 

He cast a quick, almost naughty glance at my mother, while Dad remained blissfully unaware of the subtext of the conversation.

Sir Suresh announced that he and Mom were going to get Dad some food. Dad, looking genuinely relieved and hungry, readily agreed.

By evening, I wanted to see my friend Rahul before heading home so that I can tell him all that I noticed today. I told Dad, "Get well soon, Dad!" "Ok son, nice evening", he replied, and left him in the ward.

I searched for Mom and Sir Suresh, finally finding them sitting together in a quiet corner of the hospital grounds. They were chuckling, Sir Suresh’s hand resting on Mom’s thigh. The casual intimacy between them was shocking, the complete lack of concern for my hospitalized father.

In a normal situation, Mom would have been at Dad’s bedside, tending to his needs, offering comfort and support. Instead, she was here, laughing with her lover, possibly planning their next fucking encounter, perhaps even that very night, at our house.

The sight ignited a strange mix of emotions within me: a sense of excitement —but also a perverse excitement. It was as if I was experiencing a secret fantasy, a forbidden peek into an adult world of passion, risk, and rebellion.

I approached them. They disentangled themselves quickly, their pretense of casual conversation almost comical in its transparent nature.

“Oh, beta, what’s up?” Mom asked, shifting slightly away from Sir Suresh, trying to appear innocent and unsuspecting. “I’m going to see Rahul, Mom,” I said, trying to keep my tone neutral, pretending I didn't notice anything between them.

"I’ll come back later.” I tried to sound casual, but I couldn't hide the undercurrent of tension, the unspoken question of why she was here, with Sir Suresh, instead of being with Dad. I felt excited of their secret sex planning.

“Okay, beta,” she replied. “But please come back home soon, okay? Your father needs us both.” Her tone was solicitous, and for the briefest moment, I felt a twinge of the usual maternal warmth I was used to. 

However, the feeling was quickly replaced with a renewed sense of unease and betrayal.

Sir Suresh, patting my back, added, “Be a good boy, Rajeev. We'll see you later." His voice was a low murmur, his eyes meeting mine with a fleeting look that suggested a shared secret, an understanding of the complex dynamics at play.






                                               NOT FINDING RAHUL AT THEIR HOME BUT HIS MOM, JAYA






Pune’s notoriously chaotic traffic swallowed me whole, delaying my arrival at Rahul’s house until 8 PM. The sky, a bruised purple, threatened rain as I reached their doorstep. I knocked, and the door opened to reveal Jaya, Rahul’s mother.

She was stunning, a captivating blend of elegance and sensuality. Her hair, a thick, lustrous curtain of dark brown, cascaded down her back in soft waves, catching the fading light. Her eyes, large and expressive, held a warmth that belied a certain worldly wisdom. 

She was wearing a simple cotton pajamas, its loose fabric flowing gently around her body, yet still managing to highlight her stunning curves. Despite her undeniable allure, a familiar thought crept into my mind: though undeniably beautiful, Jaya wasn't quite as captivating as my mother, Sunita. 

My mom possessed a more voluptuous physique, her curves fuller, her body radiating a warmth and sensuality that I found irresistible. Sunita was more curvaceous, more chubby, with a fullness that was simply unmatched.

“Hello, Rajeev,” Jaya greeted me, her voice a smooth, melodious sound that wrapped around me like a warm blanket. “How are you doing?”

“I’m fine, thank you,” I replied, my voice a little breathless. “I came to see Rahul.”

“Ooh? but... didn’t he tell you?” she asked, a subtle hint of concern in her tone.

“No, about what aunty?” I admitted, shifting my weight from one foot to the other. “I didn’t have my phone with me.”

Jaya sighed, a small, almost imperceptible sound. “He skipped schoool again. I’ve grounded him. He’s staying with his grandmother for a while as punishment. Honestly, I’m quite disappointed in his behavior lately. He's been extremely rebellious."

The memory of Rahul's repeated schoool absences flashed through my mind. It wasn't uncommon for him to skip classes, often with elaborate excuses. 

But I knew he skipped classes because he used to tell me that he wanted to see his mom get fucked by his dad's boss. Actually, what used to happen was that in the morning after his mom takes him to schoool, he sneaked out of schoool.

Because when his mom returned home, she used to call his dad's boss and he would come and he would fuck Jaya because when Rahul was in schoool was when she used to get a chance to get fucked by that man.

I remembered the times he'd gotten away with it, usually relying on convincing lies and his charming personality.


Jaya, sensing my discomfort, smiled warmly. “Come in, Rajeev. Don’t just stand there in the rain. It’s starting to pour.”

“It’s alright,” I protested, “I can come another day.”

But the rain began to fall in earnest, a sudden deluge that transformed the gentle drizzle into a torrential downpour. My dilemma was immediate: I wanted to get back to the hospital to see my father and be with my mother, but I couldn't stand out in this storm.

“Nonsense,” Jaya insisted, her smile firm but kind. “You’re soaked. Come in, have some tea. We can wait out the storm together.”

Her home was beautiful, a testament to her meticulous care. The décor was understated but elegant; warm lighting bathed the living room in a soft glow, accentuating the tasteful furnishings. The walls were adorned with paintings, and the air was filled with the subtle scent of jasmine and freshly brewed tea. The house felt clean and inviting, a haven of comfort against the storm raging outside.

I spotted Rahul’s video games neatly arranged on a shelf, a collection of the latest titles. It was clear that Rahul was a serious gamer. The collection was extensive, with a wide variety of genres represented.

“So, how is your mother?” Jaya asked, her voice soft and gentle, as she poured me a cup of tea. Her kindness and concern were genuine. This was in stark contrast to the behavior of my own mother that day. "She is good, she is in hospital, dad wasn't feeling well"

I told her about my father's hospitalization, the events of the morning. Jaya's brow furrowed, her eyes widening in concern as I explained the situation.

“Oh, dear,” she exclaimed, her voice laced with sympathy. “That’s terrible news. I’m so sorry to hear that. I sincerely hope your father recovers swiftly. I’ll pray for him.” 

She reached across and gently touched my hand, offering a comforting gesture. “Is your mother coping alright? This must be very stressful for her, too.”

“She's… managing,” I replied, my tone evasive. I couldn’t bring myself to discuss my mother’s behavior, to reveal the truth about her affair even though I knew Jaya had an affair with her husband's boss.

The whole thing was so unsettling and depressing. The betrayal was a heavy weight on my shoulders.

My eyes were drawn to Jaya once again. Her beauty was captivating, a quiet yet potent force. She was cooking in the kitchen.

I found myself gazing at her bulbous ass  the soft fullness of her curves, the way her pajamas clung . It wasn't quite the same as my mother's ample, more generously proportioned figure, but there was a subtle charm to Jaya’s curves, a quiet sensuality that was intriguing. 

I found myself thinking, “Wow, Rahul’s mom is actually hot. His dad's boss is a lucky man to fuck Jaya's asshole that's why her ass grew fatter”











She was wearing a pair of soft, loose pajamas. They were the light-blue kind, very smooth-looking and the silky kind that hug the body closely, revealing the shape of her body underneath. Actually, it was only me and her in the house.

Our conversation flowed easily. I asked about her husband, and she told me he'd recently been transferred to another city by his boss.

The words triggered a memory. I remembered Rahul telling me about an affair between Jaya and her husband's boss.

“By the way, what’s the name of your husband’s boss?” I asked casually, testing the waters.

Jaya hesitated for a moment before answering, her voice slightly hesitant. “His name is Mr. Kapoor. Why do you ask?” she asked, a hint of caution in her tone.

“No reason,” I replied, trying to mask my curiosity. “Just curious.” I think she was getting suspicious if I knew about her secret affair with her husband's boss.

The rain continued to batter against the windows, creating a soothing, rhythmic backdrop to our conversation. We talked for hours, our conversation drifting from college to movies, from video games to family life. The time flew by unnoticed.

By 10 PM, the storm showed no sign of abating. I told Jaya I should take a cab home.

“No Rajeev, you will get sick by this cold,” she said firmly. “It’s far too dangerous to be out in this storm. Just stay here for the night. I’ll call your mother and let her know.”

She called my mother, her voice calm and reassuring. “Sunita, it’s Jaya. Rajeev is here, and the storm is really bad. He’s going to stay the night. It’s too dangerous for him to travel home. Is that alright?”

I listened as Mom replied, her voice somewhat strained. “Yes, Jaya, that’s perfectly fine. Tell him I say hello.”

I spoke to Mom briefly on Jaya's phone, her voice laced with a relief that was obvious to me. She seemed to be avoiding the uncomfortable truth. Later Jaya talked with my mom on the phone and she told my mom that my dad will be fine.

Later that night, Jaya suggested I take a bath. “You must be tired and cold,” she said, her tone gentle and welcoming. “Go and have a bath. I’ll get you some fresh pajamas.”

“Okay,” I replied, my heart already racing.

In the bathroom, as I showered, I spotted Jaya’s discarded panties hunged near the wall. They were unwashed. For some reason, despite the fact that this was Rahul’s mother, a wave of excitement washed over me. I couldn't explain it; it was a strange, unsettling curiosity.

I surreptitiously picked up one of her panties. I looked around quickly, then cautiously sniffed it. The scent that wafted up was a mixture of cotton and something else—a faint, musky sweetness that was at once alluring and unnerving. 



The undertones of her scent had a unique quality; it was a mixture of sweat, a hint of her natural scent, and also a slightly floral scent. The sweat was a reminder of her body's natural responses, a reminder of her vitality.

It was a sweaty scent, but so tasty. The sweat scent was mostly at the front part, which was her pussy part, and although at first it was somewhat overpowering, the smell at the back of the panties, which was her ass part, smelled different. 

The back of the panties smelled more floral, more like her shit mixed with sweat, oohh soo tasty, I inhaled it soo deeply thinking "ooh Mr. Kapoor always smells this ass all day before he fucks it. It was an intriguing, intoxicating mix of smells. 

I rubbed my dick, mesmerized by the strange, intoxicating scent. It was a combination of sweat and something else; like her shit because her panties used to go deeper insdie her big ass and it rubs against her asshole, something distinctly feminine. 

The scent clung to my fingers, and I could smell her presence. The scent was intoxicating; it was both alluring and forbidden, adding another layer of intrigue to the situation. 

I started masturbating rubbing my dick up and down using the soap that was placed at the bathroom. I rubbed my dick in tandem with me continuing to inhale the mixed smell of her panties. I took another one of her panties and started smelling it again. Each panty had a different smell.

Oohh this was the smell of heaven. Oohhh I told myself "Oohh is this how a sweaty pussy and asshole of a woman smells?", aaahhh it was so hot. I continued rubbing my dick and I eventually cummed.

I released a "aarrgghhh aahhhhh ssshhh aaaarrgghhh" as I continued spilling my cum any direction. Some cum was hitting the wall, others down. I just kept spilling just thinking how Rahul's dad's boss, Mr Kapoor, always fucks this asshole of Jaya and also her pussy.





TO BE CONTINUED....................FRIENDS, THE NEXT PART IS EVEN HOTTER, STAY TUNED!!