Adultery My Shy Mom Seduced And Fucked by Sir Suresh

[nadia]

((FOR THOSE BUMPING INTO THIS STORY FOR THE FIRST TIME, THIS CHAPTER IS WHERE I INTRODUCE ARJUN (THE BOSS OF RAHUL'S FATHER ) TO MY MOM FOR THE FIRST TIME, ENJOY!!))






I pressed myself against the wall in Rahul's room, peering through a narrow crack in the door. The scene that unfolded was both shocking and strangely disgusting. 

Jaya knelt before Arjun, the imposing figure of Rahul's father's boss, her face a mask of profound disgust. Her eyes were squeezed shut. 

She was performing oral sex on him, his cock still glistening with that disgusting dark brown shit. The air was thick with the clashing scents of Jaya's shit.

Arjun, surprisingly, spoke in a gentle, almost solicitous tone. "That's it, Jaya. Good girl," he murmured, his voice a low purr that somehow amplified the disturbing nature of the act. 

"Just a little more. You're doing wonderfully. Open your mouth Jaya, don't be bitch, clean me up. Show me how much you want this" His words felt like a cruel mockery of genuine affection. 

I couldn't believe what I was seeing. It was jarring to watch Jaya, usually so poised and elegant, reduced to this state of apparent humiliation of sucking her own shit from another man's huge dick. Oohh so good!!

The idea of her mouth actually enclosing that… that shit… was almost too much to bear. Jaya began swallowing the dick. In her mouth, she began taking portions and portions of his dick.

Jaya closed her eyes tight, seemingly hoping that the taste will not reach her tongue to make her sense it.

A mix of muffled sucking sounds and occasional, choked gasps emanated from Jaya's mouth, punctuated by involuntary shudders that betrayed her profound discomfort. "MMmhh mmmhh ccchhgghh!" sounds emanated from her mouth.

This was clear indication that she was struggling between the taste and smell of her shit on Arjun's dick. "Yes go ahead....woow...you are doing just fine my slut", Arjun encouraged her looking down.


Arjun, with a chilling display of control, held the back of her head, guiding her movements with almost clinical precision. He pushed her forward and back, ensuring she took every inch of his dick into her mouth a grotesque dance of dominance and submission playing out before my eyes.


"Bitch don't try to run away, keep sucking yeah....oohh yesss...Jaya my whore....suck it...clean up the mess you made", Arjun said. 

Then, suddenly, Jaya could take no more. The stench, the taste, the sheer degradation it all became too much. 

With a sharp, almost violent movement, she pulled away, scrambled to her feet, and rushed to the kitchen sink, spitting a mouthful of saliva, kind of brownish color, onto the porcelain. 

The saliva was distinctly brownish, a grim testament to the nature of what she had just endured. It didn't even take 5 minutes of sucking and she already gave up. 

In my head I said, "Jaya, you shouldn't have given up so easily, you could have continued sucking that dick that you love the most"

Arjun's laughter erupted, a cruel, arrogant sound that echoed the hollowness of his words. "Pathetic," he sneered, his voice dripping with disdain. "Such a weak stomach. I expected more from you, Jaya.", 

He watched as Jaya continued spitting more and more saliva as she directed the tap towards her mouth, rinsing it thoroughly. It was clearly evident that she was doing this for the first time.

"You should be used to this by now. You're mine, after all. You'll learn to tolerate anything I dish out." Arjun added as he continued laughing.

His laughter was a grating sound that scbangd against my nerves, a testament to his utter lack of empathy and his complete perversion.

The sound of Jaya spitting into the sink was small, almost insignificant, lost in the cacophony of his arrogant laughter.

I didn't watch much longer. The sight was too much, the stinky smell of shit almost unbearable, was still lingering in the whole house.

Overwhelmed by a wave of my own arousal, I retreated to my room, the physical release offering no solace to my disturbed mind. "I have had enough", I told myself.

Exhaustion finally claimed me, because I masturbated twice that night, so I decided to climb on the bed and I fell into an uneasy sleep.

The next morning, I sat in the living room, nursing a cup of tea. Jaya was busy in the kitchen, preparing breakfast, her movements efficient and practiced, her face devoid of any obvious distress. 

As usual, I just stared at her fat ass as it wiggled from left to right. I just saw her ass and I couldn't believe that this was the same ass that was being fucked so hard yesternight until she shitted herself. Ooh what a sight!!

The jarring disconnect between the woman before me and the creature I'd witnessed just hours earlier was almost surreal. The realization that this was the same woman who had swallowed Arjun’s dick covered in shit, hadn’t truly sunk in.

Few minutes later, Arjun emerged from the bedroom, still shirtless as he had been the previous night, but now wearing a pair of boxers that looked decidedly soiled. 

He stretched languidly, yawning so loudly, his movements radiating a confidence that bordered on arrogance.

"Morning, Rajeev," he greeted me, his voice casual, as if nothing out of the ordinary had transpired.

"Morning, sir," I replied, my voice even, though my mind was still reeling from the night before.

After greeting me, he moved over to Jaya, slapping her firmly on her big ass which caused it to shake. "Ouch!" she yelped, but there was no real surprise in her voice, more like a playful protest. 

He then kissed her deeply, their lips locked in a prolonged embrace. Jaya subtly attempted to pull away, her eyes darting towards me, signaling distress. But there was no genuine struggle, no real tension.


After breaking the kiss, Jaya looked at me. I pretended to be engrossed in her phone, playing video game, quickly averting my gaze, yet internally I was mesmerized by their display. 

I told myself, at least they were doing it openly in front of me, unlike Sir Suresh and my mother, who conducted their affairs in secret. 

But then a thought struck me: my mother was hiding her infidelity because I was her son. She didn't want me to know. It made a grim sort of sense. If she knew that I knew about her affairs, she would be sad.

She would be in distress if she thinks I know so I just decided to play fool when Sir Suresh and my mom fucked each other.

I heard Jaya whisper to Arjun, "Hey, can't you behave yourself? Rajeev is only ten meters away."

Arjun chuckled, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "Let him watch," he said. "It's a good lesson for him. It's good for him to learn how things really are."

He then came and sat opposite me. "Morning, Rajeev. Sleep well?" he asked.

"Yes, sir," I replied, trying to keep my voice steady despite the lingering images from the night before.

"Good. So," he continued, "what are your plans for the day?"

Friends, there is one thing I noticed, he smelt of sweat and shit, just like yesternight. That familiar, nauseating odor of that brown shit of Jaya from the night before clung to him. 

Yet, strangely, a part of me started to find the smell very nice and I don't know why. If that smell emanated from Jaya's asshole, that big, fat, round ass... I wouldn't mind the smell at all. 

In fact, the thought of that big, round backside, the way it must have felt around Arjun, sent a surprising shiver down my spine. The image ignited a strange, forbidden curiosity within me. 

I couldn't wait to tell Rahul about what I just witnessed his mom doing. I am very much aware that Rahul never ever in his entire life witness his mom sucking her own shit from another man's dick.

Even though he had watched all of his mom's secret fucking with Arjun, I pretty sure that I am the first one to see this new adventure his mom has chosen. I know Rahul will not believe me but I have all the evidences.

And what are the evidence? Yes, I took photos of Jaya sucking the shitty cock of Arjun. I took it in her phone and I saved the photos online and then deleted it.

I did this so that I can show it to Rahul just in case he choses not to believe me.

Arjun was, without a doubt, undeniably ugly. But he had lots of money. Friends, Arjun seemed like a man who was powerful in some way. I don't know because I haven't interacted with him yet but he seems so much powerful.

Jaya joined us on the table ready to eat breakfast. I could sense that she could smell the dirty, sweaty smell of Arjun mixed with her own shit. But the thing that surprised me was that she didn't even bother.

It was like she was beginning to attune to the smell of her own shit clinging on Arjun. Rahul's mother was clearly a bitch, just like how Arjun called her. A whorish bitch who loves the smell of her own shit. OOh that is so wonderful!!

She didn't seem bothered by it at all. Perhaps, I thought, she was getting used to it.

Over breakfast, the three of us ate in an unsettling silence, the lingering stinky smell of Arjun’s body barely registering with me. The disturbing thought of Arjun and Jaya consummating their relationship filled me with a twisted fascination. 

I found myself wishing, in a naughty way, that my mother was having the same kind of relationship with Arjun. Yes friends! I am saying the truth, at that time, I wished that Arjun was the one who was fucking my mom.

Although I don't know him that much, I just wanted my mom to fuck this man instead of Sir Suresh. 

I don't know why this feeling came to me all of a sudden. I just found myself hoping that one day Arjun would likewise fuck my mom and make her do the same things he did with Jaya.

I was really hoping it would happen, I wanted it to happen. But the image of my mother, stripped off her saree, forced into submission, twisted by that same raw, animalistic power of Arjun, made me feel hot.


After breakfast, Jaya spoke. "Arjun, can you at least drive Rajeev to the hospital to see his dad" 

Arjun, without hesitation, agreed. "Of course, my slut darling. Anything for you." He stood, his gaze lingering on Jaya for a moment before he went to bathe.

I was shocked to hear Arjun calling Jaya that kind of name. Friends, I do know that meaning but I was astonished how he called her in front of me. 

"What? did he just call her a slut in front of me?" I questioned myself. I saw Jaya looking at me to see if I recognized what was the meaning of slut. I pretended that I was not looking at her. 

Then a few minutes later, I decided to ask her what is the meaning of slut.

"What...what does 'slut' mean Aunty?" I asked her, my voice barely a whisper. 

Jaya hesitated, her gaze darting nervously around the room. "It's...it's just a word,...it's...a very rare word" she stammered, her voice tight with discomfort. 

"A word, but it doesn't really mean anything." She avoided my eyes, her cheeks flushed. "Really, don't worry about it."

"But...what does it mean? Is it your second name?" I persisted, my curiosity surging. The casual pervert of Arjun's words still echoed in my ears.

She dried her hands, she was uncomfortable. "It's... it's just something people say. Especially adult ones, it's not for young ones like you Rajeev. It's not important." Her voice was strained, her words clearly a fabrication.

"Can I... can I call you that name aunty?" I asked, the question forming in my mind before I could stop it. I wanted to see how she would react.

Jaya looked at me as if struck. "hahahah, Rajeev, you are very clever you know, but it's not meant for kids like you to know and use that word." she said while smiling. 

"Just don't call anyone that name, just...call me aunty, the word aunty is enough" 

The desperate plea in her voice finally broke through the carefully constructed facade, I knew she loved how Arjun was calling her a slut because yesterday night, she was happy when Arjun referred to her in that way.


Later on, Arjun and I stepped out of the house and headed towards his car. The vehicle gleamed under the morning sun – a Rolls Royce, sleek and imposing. This Arjun man was rich. No wonder Jaya fell for him. 

Friends, this man Arjun was a wealthy man. I noticed it the first time that night when I noticed his shoes. Although he is a pervert, he is one rich man.

And I think a part from Jaya loving his huge dick, she got in love with his wealth no wonder why Jaya wore so many expensive necklaces, ear rings and anklets.

Jaya, standing at the doorway, called my mother on her phone. They had a chat for a while then she said.

"Sunita," Jaya’s voice was clear and crisp, "Rajeev is coming to the hospital, and a friend of mine, Arjun, is dropping him off."

A pause. I could hear my mother's voice, laced with mild curiosity. "Arjun? Who is Arjun?"

Jaya’s response was smooth, carefully rehearsed. "Just a friend from work, Sunita. He’s very kind, offered to help." Then Jaya waved me and Arjun goodbye as me and Arjun entered his luxurious car.

The Rolls Royce purred smoothly as we drove. The interior was a symphony of luxury - supple leather, polished wood, a subtle, almost intoxicating fragrance hung in the air. 



Arjun engaged me in conversation, at first his questions seemingly normal, but I sensed a veiled purpose beneath his politeness. Then later he started asking me questions about what I saw yesternight.

"Rajeev," he began, his tone deceptively mild, "so you remember what you saw me and Jaya doing last night?, did you notice things we did?"

My heart pounded. "I… I wasn’t really paying attention, sir," I stammered, my voice barely a whisper. I didn't want to reveal to him that I saw everything in clear broad night.

He chuckled, a low, rumbling sound. "Oh, really? You didn't notice the… chocolate thing that was on my....you know?" 

His words were deliberately vague, yet the underlying implication made my stomach clench. I was sure he was asking about Jaya's shit that covered his dick.

"I… I didn't see anything clearly, sir," I repeated, desperately trying to maintain my composure.

Arjun leaned back, his eyes gleaming with amusement as he continued driving. "That chocolate thing from Jaya," he said, his voice soft yet intense, "it feels rather good on a man’s dick, you know. It is so good"

This means that he loved the feel of Jaya's shit on his dick. Was it because Jaya's shit was warm? Because I heard that if a warm thing covers a male dick, the man feels good.

I felt a flush rising to my cheeks. "Why…why is that, sir?"

"Well," he explained, "it's… sticky. Warm. It's a rather intense sensation." He paused, letting his words hang in the air. "Did you… sense the good smell of that chocolate?"

My nervousness was palpable. I couldn't believe we were having that discussion. Why is he saying that it smelled good? "Y-yes, sir," I stammered.

"And how did it smell?" His gaze was intense, probing.

"Sweet… and… earthy, sir," I managed, my voice barely above a breath. The truth, the actual stinky shit of Jaya, was too nice to to smell.

He laughed, a rich, throaty sound. "I love the smell of that chocolate from Jaya," he admitted, his words completely unfiltered, utterly shocking. "All the time, Jaya emits that chocolate from her back hole." He paused, watching my reaction. "Do you know what a back hole is, Rajeev?"

I swallowed hard, my throat suddenly dry. "I… I don’t think so, sir. What is it?"

He smiled, a knowing glint in his eyes. "You will, one day. You’re a clever boy, Rajeev. You should know everything." He leaned closer. "It’s good you witnessed it last night. It’s a nice thing. One day you will feel that chocolate too, and you will get excited"

His words hung in the air, a disturbing mix of casualness and something else… something almost predatory. "Have you ever… been intimate with a girl?" he asked, his voice dropping to a lower register.

My heart skipped a beat. "I… I don’t understand, sir," I mumbled, hoping he wouldn't ask further.

"Intimate," he elaborated, "you know… touching. Kissing. More. You know those acts which makes a woman scream and moan" He paused, giving me a chance to respond truthfully.

"No, sir," I finally admitted, my voice a low murmur. "I’ve never had an intimate relationship with a girl. I am always in schoool"

"I fyou have never done that to a a girl, then you are wasting your time, my boy," Arjun said, his tone shifting to something like genuine concern.

"Why, sir?" I asked, my curiosity piqued.

"Because," he explained patiently, "life is too short to miss out on experiences. Especially pleasurable ones. This are the kind of things you should start doing by now Rajeev. The way I did with Jaya, you should copy me"

I thought about it and I think he was telling me the truth. I also wanted to fuck, to fuck all the holes of a woman. I wanted to do all the things Arjun has done to Jaya. Arjun is beginning to be my role model.

"Actually, you know I have a daughter, I think you might like her", he continued.

 He pulled out his phone and showed me pictures of his daughter.

"Her name is Priya." The picture showed a young woman with long, dark hair cascading down her shoulders, her eyes sparkling with glamour. Her smile was captivating, bright and radiant. 




                                 THIS ARE THE PICTURES OF PRIYA (ARJUN'S DAUGHTER)





















Her skin was flawless, her features delicate yet strong, suggesting a confident and alluring personality. Her figure was curvy, but her curves hinted at a girly sensuality that belied her youth. Her attire was trendy, but tasteful, suggesting a sophisticated style.

"I'll introduce you to her one day, she is lovely and creative kind of a girl" he said, his eyes twinkling.

"Oh, I would really love to befriend her" I replied, my voice barely a whisper, trying to maintain composure. I actually wanted this girl, I wanted to fuck her right away. She looked glamorous.

I stared at Priya's picture, captivated by her beauty. She was stunning, absolutely captivating. The picture alone was enough to send a jolt of excitement through me. My dick almost became hard just by her sight.

Friends, as I looked at Priya, I started fantasizing about her already. I mean don't blame me, she was just hotter than Sahara Desert's scorching sun.

Arjun noticed my long gaze at Priya's photos. "You like her already, huh? I can see you are really staring at her, but don't worry, you will have her all on your own. I want her to be with you" he chuckled, a hint of amusement in his voice.

"She… she looks good, sir, I will not lie" I stammered, my face flushing. I almost said she looks fucking sexy but I didn't want Arjun sir to know that I know this kind of words.

"Don’t worry," Arjun said, a knowing smile playing on his lips. "You’ll get to know her. And you’ll get to practice what I practiced with Jaya. I know she will easily like you. I know you will be a getting on well with her."

"What? Really?", I questioned. "Well, you know, I'm pretty sure she will like it if you do it better to her", Arjun replied.

"But how do you know she will like me sir?", I pressed. "Let me tell you something Rajeev, the secret to make any woman fall in love with you is to give them what they need, not what they want."

I didn't understand what he meant but he continued to explain as he drove. "What they need is exactly what I did with Jaya and what they want is money, therefore, you need to create an imbalanced situation where what they need should be your priority", he said.

A thrill, both exciting and terrifying, shot through me. My pulse quickened. If I make Priya do all the things Arjun sir did with Jaya, then she would lust for me.

He paused, watching me intently. "Want to try it with my daughter, Rajeev?"

I couldn’t speak, a smile slowly spreading across my face. "Ummm...wel...uuhh", I couldn't speak. The thought of fucking this hot Priya in all her holes just caught me and dragged me in the deepest lust in my brain.

"Why are you silent Rajeev?", he questioned as he noticed me in deep thoughts. "I...I am not...su..." I again couldn't let out the words.

"Think about it," Arjun said, a hint of mischief in his eyes. "Family matters are important, Rajeev. It's good to spend time with family. 

"You will thank me later, my daughter Priya is such a hottie, you will  like her and she will like you back. My daughter Priya will make you feel happy than ever" 

After 15 minutes of drive, he transitioned smoothly into asking about my family, about my mother's name, my siblings, my relatives – seemingly normal questions at first. 

But I noticed a pattern emerging; his questions were shifting, becoming more focused on my mother. 

It was interesting, the way his seemingly casual conversation was circling around my mother, as if he was planning something, something naughty.

"So, your mother, Sunita… a housewife, you say?"

"Yes, sir," I replied, my voice slightly trembling under his scrutiny. He was observant, listening with care.

"And what does she do with her days, hmm? Does she… enjoy gardening? Reading perhaps? Does she have any… hobbies?" He paused, letting the question hang heavy in the air. 

His interest seemed… too intense, bordering on to me, somehow radiant.

I felt a prickle of unease. "She… she mostly takes care of the house, sir. Cooks, cleans… you know,, normal chores of a housewife" My response felt inadequate, too simple to satisfy his probing questions.

He hummed thoughtfully. "And your father? What does he do?"

"He… he's a businessman, sir. He works very hard and he is busy, he just got sick the other day and he was admitted" I stammered, choosing my words carefully. 

Arjun nodded slowly. "Interesting. Tell me, does she… does she ever go out? Does she have any… friends?" His words were carefully chosen.

"She has a few friends from her book club, sir," I replied, trying to sound casual, but my heart pounded in my chest. 

His questions felt invasive, almost predatory. The memory of Jaya, a woman whose life had been irrevocably altered by Arjun's manipulations, flooded my mind. 

"I'd very much like to meet her, what do you say Rajeev, do you think you can help me know her better, I am really interested in your mom" Arjun said finally, his voice smooth yet possessing an undeniable authority.

The thought of Arjun, this pervert man who treated Jaya like a slut, knowing my mom and getting to associate with her, made me feel hot. I replied, "Yes yes, why not sir. I will surely help you to know her"

"Tell me more about your mother. What kind of sarees does she wear?"

"She usually wears cotton sarees, sir. Simple ones. Not tight-fitting ones. She likely loves red sarees"

"And when she does wear something different... something perhaps... more form-fitting more sexy... how does she look? Describe her figure."

This man was really going to lust for my mom. The questions he was asking made me certain that he was focusing more on my mom.

"She’s… curvy, sir. She has a nice figure, but she prefers comfortable clothes. She's not one for tight-fitting anything, really. It's not her style."

"I see. And her build? Is she tall? Short? What's her overall physique like?"

"She's of average height, sir. A little on the balanced side, maybe. But... well-proportioned. Not particularly thin, not overweight. Just… curvy, as I said."

"Curvy. I understand. And how often does she go out? Does she have many social engagements? Does she frequent any particular places? A party, perhaps?"

"She… she has a book club, she doesn't got to parties, she is conserved sir. She goes once a week. Sometimes more, if there's a special event."

"Ooh you know the  most conservative housewives are the best to know" He said and I didn't understand why he is saying this.

"And besides the book club? Does she go shopping? To the market? For walks in the park? Any other regular outings?"

"Not really, sir. Mostly she stays home. We usually do go to parks when dad is around. She takes care of the house, cooks, that sort of thing."

"I see. And does she ever spend time with anyone?"

"Not often, sir. Usually only to the markets. This is because my dad works abroad"

When I said that my dad works abroad, I don't know why but he got a little excited. I could see a baby smile on his face. The way I gave him a sense that my mom was primarily a lonely  housewife.

"And does she ever… meet people when she goes to the market, perhaps?"

"I don't think so, sir. She mostly keeps to herself."

He remained silent for 5 minutes as he continued driving. I looked at him at the corner of my eyes and he seemed as if he was in deep thought. That kind of thought somebody has when they are planning to do something, like scheming.


The image of Jaya – her broken spirit broken by Arjun, her desperate silence to pleasure Arjun – fueled a wild, irrational hope that somehow, one day this Arjun man will deflower my mom fully, even more than Jaya herself. 


The ride to the hospital felt like an eternity. The excitement that had initially surged within me now felt laced with a growing dread. What if Arjun intended to do to my mother what he had done to Jaya? The thought sent a chill down my spine.

And why did I just accepted to help him know my mom? Woow horniness really got the better of me.

"Why are you so excited?" Arjun asked, breaking the silence. His tone was almost playful, yet the question carried a sharp edge.

My throat tightened. I had to think fast. "I… I’m just happy to finally have a chance to introduce you to my mother, sir," I stammered, desperately seeking a plausible explanation. 

The lie felt slick and uncomfortable on my tongue, but I couldn't admit the truth – the dark, disturbing truth that shadowed my anticipation.

Thirty minutes later, the Rolls-Royce pulled up to the hospital entrance. "This is it, sir," I said, pointing to the hospital building. My voice was shaky, the tension building with every passing moment. "My father is admitted here."

Arjun simply nodded. As we exited the car, I saw them – my mother and Sir Suresh standing just outside the hospital doors, their figures silhouetted against the pale morning light. 

I noticed Sir Suresh's hand over my mom's shoulder. My mom was also holding him. I asked myself why are they holding each other like this outside the hospital, what if someone sees them and reports to dad?. 

Both of them were dressed differently from the previous day. 

My mother wore a vibrant pink saree with a blue blouse, she was looking glamorous, completely unlike her usual simple cotton clothes.



Sir Suresh, too, was sharply dressed in a suit, a stark contrast to the casual attire he'd worn yesterday whey I left them at the hospital. 

Where had they changed? When? Did they go back home? And if they did, did they fuck each other? Because I don't remember them carrying changing clothes in bags or anything like that.

Oh yes, I am very sure this two lovebirds fucked each other yesternight. Because remember when I called mom using Jaya's phone last night and she seemed nervous to explain to me where she clearly was? Yes. I am very sure they fucked. 


But I didn't want to assume things. I just said I will find out later.

As we approached them, Arjun reached out and took my hand, his touch surprisingly gentle. He held me like his son. 

I stared at Sir Suresh as we neared them, his facial expression as he looked at Arjun seemed to me as if he had an idea of who this person was. 

He knew Arjun. He knew him well. It wasn't merely an acquaintance. 

"Arjun! My word, what a surprise to see you here in Pune!" Sir Suresh's voice boomed, cutting through the quiet tension. He extended a hand, a wide, genuine smile on his face. "How on earth did you end up here?"

Arjun returned the handshake with a firm grip, his smile equally warm, yet somehow possessing an underlying intensity. 

"A rather unexpected turn of events, Suresh. I was in Mumbai on business, and… well, let's just say a certain individual needed my assistance rather urgently. Hence, the sudden trip to Pune." 

He paused, his gaze drifting towards my mother and me, a subtle shift in his demeanor. Friends, the way this Arjun gazed at my mom was in an erotic way. Initially, he started gazing at my mom from her beautiful face.

Then his eyes slowly went down and landed on her soft boobs which were covered in that blue blouse.

My mother rushed forward, her eyes wide with a mixture of surprise and concern. "Rahul, my dear! How are you? I hope the rain yesterday didn't rain on you beta" 

"No mom, I am perfectly fine, I spent the night at Jaya, I wanted to come but she told me the rain will batter me", 

She enveloped me in a hug, her embrace warm and comforting. As she bent, Arjun further casted his eyes on my mom's navel which was layered with slight fat. "Yes Jaya did the right thing", mom replied.

"I can see you made a friend, Rajeev, can you introduce us to him?" my mom asked me, glancing at Arjun. This time Sir Suresh was just smiling looking at me.

"Yes Mom," I began, drawing a breath to introduce them formally, "this is Arjun… a friend of Jaya, my friend's mother. You remember Jaya? the mother of my friend Rahul?" "Yes yes, I remember her", mom replied. 

I chose my words carefully, aware of the subtle undercurrent of tension that thrummed beneath the surface of the cordial greetings.

Sir Suresh stepped in smoothly. "Sunita, my dear, this is Arjun. He’s been a long-time friend to me also" He made the introduction sound natural and easy.

I secretly caught Arjun’s gaze lingering on my mother's breasts, his eyes slowly tracing the curve of her figure from her hair down to her feet. He was really eating my mom with his eyes. He looked hungry.

Friends, by now I was very much certain that Arjun has fallen for my mom even in just a duration of 5 minutes of introduction. 

Friends, my mom is a type of a hottie you would just admire and adore in the first sight. She has this charm that is so magnetic to any man no wonder people were jealou of my dad. Even others wanted my dad to disappear so that they can have my mom.

They saw my dad managed to marry literally a queen who is bestowed with a deadly figure that can make any man go crazy.


Arjun clearly found her attractive, and this unnerving assessment was already setting my teeth on edge. 

I had this dreadful feeling that he was falling for her already. I just imagined if this man had my mom right now, then he would really bang her.

"Arjun," my mother responded, her voice a little stiff. “It's a pleasure to meet you."

Arjun's smile turned even more naughty, almost dazzling. "The pleasure is entirely mine, Sunita," he said, reaching out to make a handshake with my mom.

When he gripped her hands, his grip was surprisingly tight, almost possessive, sending a nervous flutter through her. 

My mother's initial nervousness was clear; her hand trembled slightly in his handshake. He continued shaking her hand, not moving his eyes away from her boobs.

"You are… incredibly beautiful, Sunita," Arjun complimented, his voice a smooth, low murmur that carried a hint of something sensual. 

"Your eyes… I've never seen such warmth and depth. And that saree… it complements your figure perfectly. It's... stunning. You're beautiful in so many ways; you have a very captivating presence." 

"OOhh, I...I didn't expect that", my mom said, clearly in mixed of thoughts. She looked at Sir Suresh smiling. I knew she does this every time she is shy.

Friends, I was mixed in confusion. Arjun had the audacity to compliment my mom in front of Sir Suresh. Friends, Sir Suresh, surprisingly just looked down as Arjun complimented my mom.

I didn't understand immediately why he was all of a sudden silent because in another day, he would have prevented Arjun from flirting with his woman in front of him. I just asked myself why is he so silent? 

Is Arjun controlling him, and since they know each other, does Sir Suresh know that Arjun is powerful or not What is happening? 

Does he know something about Arjun that me and mom don't know? Why is Sir Suresh acting so low in front of Arjun and allowing him to flirt with my mom? Does he respect him that much? Something is clearly not right here.

Arjun's flirty words for my mom were laced with a subtle compliments, his gaze lingering on her, making her blush. Friends, the thing about my mom is that even if she was married to my dad, she usually felt prone to compliments.

Even though she didn't like compliments by other men, she just pretended that she likes the compliments. But later she would get angry at herself for smiling while other men are flirting with her.

He kept shaking her hand, his touch lingering a fraction longer than necessary. His words were nothing less than a seductive journey of flirtation.


Arjun: (leaning in slightly) You know, Mrs. Sunita, strength and beauty often walk hand in hand. And I can see that

Mom: (blushing, fidgeting slightly) Oh, that’s too sweet, truly! Thanks Sir. 

His gaze lingered, slowly drifting from her eyes to her lips, to the graceful curve of her neck, all while his thumb casually traced a circle on her palm. 

She struggled to maintain her composure, but a slight blush crept onto her cheeks, a nervous tremor in her voice barely audible as she replied.

"Thank you," she murmured, her voice betraying her discomfort. After the long handshake, she gently but firmly withdrew her hand, a slight tremor betraying her nervousness.

I was sure that if she didn't withdrew her hand from Arjun's grip, then Arjun would have continued holding her hand and pressing it hard. Woow! This man was such a pervert.

But guess what friends, I really liked how he is using his pervasion to flirt with my mom. In fact, this was so good as I watched it.

Sir Suresh, noticing a small tension, subtly tries to lighten the mood.

Sir Suresh: So, Arjun, any plans for the weekend? 

Arjun: (looking at my mom's hips and licking his lips) Actually, I might explore more of Pune. I’ve been wanting to visit some local art galleries. 

Friends, let me tell you something, while Arjun was clearly fascinated by my mom and flirting with her, my mom knew what was happening but she was doing her best to try to avoid it. As she usually does.

But I asked myself why is my mom avoiding this Arjun man? Is it because he was ugly? And why is she avoiding him when she already slept with Sir Suresh? 

Does it mean that she just loves my dad and maybe she didn't even want to sleep with Sir Suresh for the first time?

Mom: (now more curious) You enjoy art? 

Arjun: (now fully engaged) Absolutely! There’s something about how art can evoke emotions that genuinely fascinates me. You, Sunita, you are an example of art standing in front of me.

Mom: OOhh! Well... thh..thanks (my mom replied, she was struggling to maintain her composure because she was being complimented so much and somehow women do like it)

Sir Suresh: "Yes she is such a darling"

Arjun - So tell me about your paintings

Mom: (finding common ground) I dabble in painting myself… mostly landscapes and floral arrangements. 

Arjun: (eyes lighting up) Really? I’d love to see some of your work some day There’s a beauty in the way you express yourself creatively. Maybe you can even teach me how to paint (he winked at my mom)


Friends, for some reason, my mom didn't like how he winked at her. She just glanced at Sir Suresh. She looked disgusted by Arjun's wink.

Mom: (genuinely flattered) Thank you! I find painting very thebangutic. 

Arjun: (leaning in) You should definitely showcase it to me. I’m sure many I appreciate your talent. I am sure you have other talents to?

Friends, I knew Arjun was not asking about my mom's painting talent. He was surely asking about another thing, a fucking session with her? Or am I guessing?

Mom: (embarrassing blush) Oh, I don't have that many talents you know.


Arjun, unfazed, merely licked his lips, making sure to catch her eye. It was a blatant display of interest, Sir Suresh was just standing there, just watching this man flirt with my mom.

Friends, it was clear that my mom didn't want to talk a lot with Arjun but since Arjun was asking her questions, she was just forced to answer.

"Suresh, why didn't you tell me about this… exquisite woman?" He asked Sir Suresh, directing his gaze towards my mother, his voice laced with obvious interest and admiration. 

"You've kept her a secret for a long time. Such beauty deserves to be known to the world. Especially to me, hehehehe" 

His eyes seemed to be drinking her in, appraising, absorbing, possessing. My mom all this time was avoiding eye contact with Arjun. 

She just wore a simple smile. My mother's discomfort was evident. 

"She doesn't really talk to many people, in fact I have just known her for the last month", Sir Suresh said.

"Ooh I can see, but at least finally I met her", Arjun said as Sir Suresh looked at my mom smiling.

"Arjun, I... I really must be going, it was nice meeting you. " she stammered, attempting a polite retreat. "Rajeev", she looked at me, "Thank you for introducing me to Sir Arjun"

"Yes mom", I replied as I looked at Arjun. When I glanced at Arjun, he gave me a wink. A type of a wink that translated to "Good job, Rajeev, I have now known your mother, thank you for introducing me to her."

The intensity of his gaze shifted on my mom, made her deeply uneasy, the desire to escape almost overwhelming. "I have to check on my husband, let's go Rajeev", she held my hand.

Arjun: (calling out, slightly out of breath) Excuse me, Mrs. Sunita! Why the rush?

Mom: (pausing for a moment, breathless) Oh, Arjun! I need to check on my husband. He’s been in illness, he was admittted, and I’m anxious to hear how everything went.

Arjun: (his expression turning serious) Oh no, I’m so sorry! I completely forgot. I hope he's alright.

Mom: (offering a reassuring smile) Yes, he is farely well Sir, Thank you, Arjun. We're all hoping for the best.

Arjun: (nodding, genuinely concerned) Let me know if there’s anything I can do to help.

Mom: (gratefully) I appreciate it. Cmon' Rajeev let's go

Arjun: (clearing his throat) Well, maybe we could all explore the galleries together sometime?

Mom: (quickly nodding) I can' say for now Sir, but.....

Sir Suresh: (clearly feeling jealous that Arjun is asking my mom for a meeting) Oh she is really busy sometimes you know, Arjun.

Arjun: Guess that could be fun to, she can be busy with me.


Sir Suresh: (clearly not pleased with Arjun flirting with my mom) Alright, we should head back in Arjun. I want to ensure everything is alright with Rajeev's dad. 


Arjun: NO wait wait Suresh remain with me for a second.

Mom: (while we walked away) Cmon Rajeev, say bye to Uncle Arjun

Me: Bye Uncle!

Arjun: Bye clever kid (He winked at me)

Me: (I winked at him back)


The wink between me and Arjun felt like we were in a deal with him. The deal of making my mom know him more. And possibly meeting with my mom. But I asked myself why did Arjun tell Sir Suresh to remain with him for a second?