Adultery My Shy Mom Seduced And Fucked by Sir Suresh

[nadia]

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Mom: (breaking the silence) So, how did you really meet Arjun? 

Me: (casually) I met him yesterday at night at aunty Jaya's place, he is a friend of her.

Mom: (curiously) Really? What was he doing there? 

Me: (shrugging) He’s charismatic, he went to say hi to Jaya. Arjun seems a friendly man mom.

Mom: (nodding slowly) But what about his personality? 

Me: (chuckling lightly) He has a playful side, for sure, and he seems to be a busy man. It’s all in good fun. 

Mom: (eyeing me skeptically) You think he’s trustworthy though? 

Me: (defensively) Yeah! He’s interesting—life experience and all that. He is also rich

Mom: Well how do you know (mom seemed really interested to know about this man Arjun)

Me: You saw that Rolls Royce car he drove me by?

Mom: Yeah?

Me: It's his

Mom: OOhh woow, really? well...just keep a distance from him, okay? 

Me: (surprised) Why? He’s just being friendly with you mom, why do you get tensed.

Mom: (firmly) Yeah...but...I don't like to talk to these kind of people, I don't know him you know. 

Me: (confused) But why not? He didn’t do anything wrong!

Mom: (avoiding my gaze) I just... I have my reasons. I just don't like how he is. He is too friendly I guess.

Me: (pushing gently) But Mom, the way he talks to you is totally normal! I assure you, it’s harmless.

Mom: (uncertain) Well,, I don't know about it ,,,I am unsure. We just met but I don't know much about him.

Me: (becoming bolder) But you used to spend time with Sir Suresh. Why are you so tense about Arjun? 

Mom: (catching herself, visibly flustered) Oh, it’s different with Suresh he's  more like...like....practically a family. He even paid the hospital bills for your dad

Me: (frowning) Family? But how is that any different? Arjun can also do the same, didn't you see how he looked concerned when you mentioned about dad's health?

Mom: (nervously) I know but, with Sir Suresh it's just… more comfortable, that's all.

Me: (suspicious) Are you sure?

Mom: (defensive, trying to change the subject) Yes Rajeev

Me: (not letting her shift topics) Mom, if something’s bothering you, just tell me. I won’t judge you.

Mom: (visibly flustered, clearly avoiding the topic) Let’s not dwell on this. We’re here for your dad, remember? 

Me: (nodding slowly, but still troubled) Right… but I’m here for you too, you know? 

Mom: (forcing a smile) I appreciate that, but really, if Arjun asks you about me, don't answer him, alright? 

Me: (sighing) I will. But I still think you should give him a chance! He will love to see your paintings mom. He can also expose your paintings to the world since he is a rich man. He will promote you

Mom: (softening a bit) I hear you. But ....just....not at this moment...your dad is more important now?

Me: (smirking to lighten the mood) Yes mom



Then I just asked myself, "If dad was important to her, then why did she left dad alone in the hospital and went with Sir Suresh to our house and they fucked each other all the night? 

But friends, one thing I know is that Sir Suresh was the one who was controlling my mom. My mom never wanted to cheat my dad. But since she is so shy, she found herself in the arms of Sir Suresh.

And my mom for some reason, since she maybe likes how Sir Suresh fucking her, she just allowed it to happen because she is a shy mom as the name of this story suggests. 


As I walked into the hospital ward, the antiseptic smell mixed with a faint hint of lavender from the air freshener created a peculiar atmosphere. 

The stark white walls felt cold, yet there was a warm glow from the small lamp on the bedside table illuminating my dad’s familiar face. He lay there, propped up on pillows, a blanket covering him. 

Me: (approaching his bedside) Hey, Dad. How are you feeling?

My dad looked up and managed a tired smile, his eyes crinkling at the corners.

Dad: Oh, hello little kiddo, just a little stomach ache. Nothing serious. They’ll be sending me home tomorrow. And how are you doing?

Me: Fine dad. Nice to see you recovering quickly.

Relief washed over me, and I settled into the chair next to him, letting out a soft sigh. 

I knew very well that the "sleeping pill" Sir Suresh gave my mom to spill into my dad's drink that night, was not entirely a sleeping pill. It was something sinister.

And my mom, who is now standing in front of my dad is the one who is the culprit. My dad didn't know that the wife he trusted will one day make him ill and fuck another man.

And there was my mom smiling at my dad pretending. She really knows how to pretend and I loved it.

Me: That’s good to hear that they are releasing you tomorrow! Did they find out what caused it? 

Dad: (shaking his head) Just some indigestion, they said but they are not sure. Probably overdid it at dinner last week. But they were confused as to why I got sick all of a sudden.

I chuckled lightly, picturing him devouring his favorite dishes without a care in the world. 

Me: Classic Dad. You always say you can’t resist a good meal. (Mom laughs remembering how dad loves to eat)

My dad smirked, his expression softening. 

Dad: Well, you know me too well. But I’ll be more careful moving forward. But I do like other meals to (he said while looking at my mom)

He said that while he looked at my mom and winked at her. In that moment, I realized how comforting it was to have him back to his usual self, joking and teasing my mom with his casual winks, even in a hospital bed. 


Me: (looking from Dad to Mom) Mom, Dad is getting out tomorrow! Yeeeeiiiii

Mom: (smiling) Yes, That’s wonderful news! I’m glad to hear you’re feeling better, honey. (to dad)

She moved to his bedside, leaning down to kiss him gently on the forehead. 

It was a sweet gesture, one that warmed my heart despite me knowing her secretive affair with Sir Suresh and the newest person who is interested in her, Arjun Kapoor.

Seeing her kiss Dad like that brought back a sense of normalcy. I had missed the little displays of affection that made our family feel whole. 

Even with the complications between my parents and the adultery of my mom, this moment felt nostalgic, almost like a piece of home I had forgotten existed. 

As she pulled back, Dad reached up to grasp her hand.

Dad: (brightly) You are so sweet my love. Thank you for taking care of me. Hey, can you believe they keep insisting I stay one more night? (looking at mom and then me)

Mom: (laughing softly) Don't worry, they won't and I’ll whip up something nice for you when you’re home. (she winked at dad)

The warmth in the room was palpable, yet I felt a sting of confusion in my heart. I knew what she meant, she meant that she will have sex with my dad after a very long time when he gets out of hospital.

Mom’s willingness to support Dad juxtaposed with her evening secret life with Sir Suresh made me question how genuine these displays of affection were. Was she just pretending to love dad?

The thought of Sir Suresh and my mom spending time together while leaving Dad to fend for himself in the hospital made me feel horny.

I longed to ask Dad if Mom had spent the night here with him—the very question weighing heavily on my mind. 

But doing so would mean confronting the obvious deception. 

I knew she hadn’t stayed, leaving him to navigate his discomfort alone while she found solace in Suresh’s sexual company back home. 

Even with that knowledge, I felt a disquiet gnawing at me. 

It wasn’t solely about Mom’s affair; it was about the fragile veneer of our family stability. These moments of care clashed violently against the reality of our circumstances.

Me: (hesitantly) So, Mom… when do you think you’ll come pick him up tomorrow?

Mom: (smiling) I’ll be here bright and early. No way I’m letting you bring him home.

Dad: (laughing) Let’s hope I’ll be fit enough to fend for myself by then!

As they exchanged jovial jokes, I observed them—two people who had forged a strong partnership strong by love, over the years despite my mom's betrayal

Part of me was grateful to see my mom displaying affection for Dad, but another part was restless, yearning to see how she will react when Arjun starts to ask for her interaction. 

The afternoon stretched out, the sun casting long shadows across the ward as we settled into an easy rhythm of conversation. 

It was incredibly comforting to hear stories from Dad’s past, laughter bubbling over the mundane comments of hospital staff as they checked in on him.

The three of us enjoyed. Sir Suresh didn't return since me and mom left him conversing with Arjun. 

I don't know why. But I saw my mom secretly looking at her phone every single time. I think maybe Sir Suresh told her that he wouldn't be able to make it.

Eventually, as evening approached, my mom and I prepared to leave to go home. I stood for a moment at the foot of my dad's bed, grasping his hand.

Me: (squeezing gently) I’ll make sure to call you before bed, okay? 

Dad: (nodding) You better! And if I hear you're not studying enough because of all this, I might just have to call you out on it! 

His teasing made me smile, a bittersweet reminder that our family was still intact, even if it felt precarious at times. 

As we walked away from the ward, my mom took my arm, and we headed toward the exit. 

She constantly kept looking at her phone in such a manner that told me she is reading some messages, probably from Sir Suresh.

Outside, the evening air wrapped around us like a familiar blanket. 

Me: (breaking the silence) Do you think Dad will be okay at home? 

Mom: (thoughtfully) Yes, of course. He just needs time to heal.

I couldn’t help but wonder what other secrets and unspoken truths would lurk around our family dinners once he returned. 

We then took a bus and headed straight home.

The night wrapped around us, heavy with unspoken words, and as I settled back against the seat, I felt a quiet resolve forming within me. 

I hoped that understanding could perhaps bridge the gap between the weight of my knowledge and the façade of our lives that had begun to crumble. 

That night, after I finished bathing, I felt the comforting warmth of home envelop me. 

My mom was in the kitchen cooking. I stood up, and went to switch on the tv.

Mom: (wiping her hands on a dish towel) Can you do me a favor, sweetheart? I left my coat on the chair; could you take it to my bedroom for me?

I nodded, a simple task that felt routine. Picking up her coat, I admired the soft fabric and familiar scent that wafted from it. With one last glance at Mom, I headed down the hallway toward her bedroom. 

As I entered, her bedroom was dimly lit, a couple of soft lamps casting a gentle glow across the room. My mom's bedroom had a fragrance similar to that fragrance of Sir Suresh. 

There is a perfume which Sir Suresh normally likes and this room had that fragrance dispensed in the air.


The bed was neatly made, but as I ventured closer, something caught my eye. There, partially hidden beneath a pillow, was a pair of boxers—Sir Suresh's boxers and next to it were my mom's black panties. 

My heart raced, a sinking feeling settling in my stomach. 

Did Sir Suresh fuck my mom yesterday and she was lying to me that she was with dad. Ohh this was so hot! I couldn't believe my mom and Suresh fucked each other all on their own in this our house.

They had the whole house only for themselves while dad was alone in hospital.


I carefully placed her coat on the bed, my mind swirling with questions I couldn’t afford to ignore. 

After a moment of hesitation, I turned and walked back toward the kitchen, each step heavier than the last. 

Mom was still at the kitchen. I took a steadying breath before speaking.

Me: (trying to sound casual) Mom, can I ask you something?

She turned slightly, her attention shifting from the dishes to me. 

Mom: (smiling, though there was a hint of nervousness in her eyes) Of course! What’s on your mind Rajeev?

I hesitated, words feeling stuck in my throat. How could I frame this? I decided to plunge ahead.

Me: (taking a deep breath) I… I noticed Sir Suresh's boxers in your room.

Her reaction was immediate—stiffening for a moment, her scrubbed hands pausing mid-motion. 

Mom: (smiling too quickly) Oh, those? They must have been left over from when I was doing laundry! I’ve been helping him out with some things, you know? But don't worry I will take it to him.

I knew she was lying obviously almost palpable in the air between us. I looked at her, trying to read her expression, but she was evasive, her gaze darting away quickly. She was nervous.

Mom: (nervously) You know how helpful he can be! Sometimes he leaves things behind when we’re working on projects together. I don’t know how they ended up on my bed. Maybe I was putting things away?

Her answer didn't sit right with me. I could see the way she avoided my gaze, a slight flush creeping onto her cheeks. 

Me: (Me pretending to understand her) Yes mom maybe you muddle them up. But how did he misplace it or was he in a hurry? (me trying to tease her)

Mom: (rubbing her neck, visibly flustered) Yeah probably. Just a...you know...he was in a hurry. You know how chaotic things can get around here sometimes. 

I swallowed hard, the weight of unspoken truths pressing down on me. 

Me: (trying to remain calm) It’s just… I don't know how he would forget his boxer (me trying to tease  her more to see how good she is at lying)

She sighed, wiping her hands on the towel now, the tension in her shoulders unmistakable.  

Me: (tentatively) So, he didn’t spend the night? 








Mom: (hesitating) No, of course not! He… he just came by to pick up some things. Yesternight, I was with your dad so definitely no one was at home. 

The words hung in the air, heavy and transparent, as I stared back at her. 

I wanted to believe her, to offer comfort and understanding, but the truth felt like it was lurking behind every corner of our conversation, waiting to tear through the facade we tried to maintain. 

Before I could respond, she glanced at the clock above the sink, her expression shifting once more.

Mom: (changing the subject) What do you want to do for supper tonight? 

The abrupt change hit me like a wave crashing against the shore, pulling me from the depths of my thoughts. 

I could sense she was desperate to steer the conversation away from the topic at hand. Friends, my mom loves changing subjects when she feels nervous and she is very good at it.


I sighed, knowing better than to press further right now, but the flicker of unease lingered in my chest. 

Me: (sighing) I don’t know, maybe something simple? 

Mom: (brightening) How about I make that pasta you love, with the garlic bread? 

The warmth in her tone felt forced, a veneer of normality layered over the tension. I didn’t want to fight her on it, so I nodded.

Me: That sounds good.

As she resumed cooking, I found myself grappling with the reality I couldn’t ignore. 

I couldn’t help but wonder how long she could maintain this delicate balancing act of love, secrecy, and fragile connections. Would the truth ever come to light to my dad?

Because honestly, Sir Suresh kept banging my mom and he is really enjoying her a lot while my dad is just sick in hospital although recuperating well.



As we settled down at the dining table, the aroma of the garlic pasta filled the air, and for a moment, I allowed myself to feel a flicker of normality. 

My mom served up the pasta with a flourish, her enthusiasm masking the tension that still lingered in the back of my mind. I saw her boobs and she was just a queen.

I couldn't believe how Sir Suresh enjoyed my mom's boobs.

Yet, I quickly noticed her behavior shifting as she took a seat across from me. As soon as she sat down, her phone buzzed on the table. She glanced at it, her fingers involuntarily reaching for it. 

Me: (eyeing her phone) Mom, can we at least eat first? Then you can check your messages later.

She looked up at me, an odd mixture of guilt and urgency flickering across her face.

Mom: (a bit too rushed) Don’t worry! I just need to reply to someone really fast. 

Me: (frowning) Who is it? 

Her fingers tapped away on the screen, and she momentarily set the phone down, returning to the meal before her.

Mom: (forcing a smile) It’s just… a friend..a female friend. 

I watched her closely, sensing the discomfort creeping onto her features. 

Me: (persistent) A friend? Is it something urgent

Mom: (nervously) Not really! It’s nothing serious… just someone I need to coordinate with quickly. 

With that, and after sometime, she picked up her phone again, and I felt a twinge of questions bubbling up inside me. 

Me: (pleading slightly) But just finish eating first, please? 

Mom: (still tapping away) I promise, it’ll just take a second…

I fell silent, my stomach knotting as I observed her expression faltering between excitement and anxiety, each incoming notification drawing her attention like a moth to a flame. 

I know she was texting Sir Suresh but her facial expression was not of a happy person.

Me: (trying to break through) Mom, is something wrong? You seem a bit… off. 

She looked up abruptly, catching my gaze, her eyes wide.

Mom: (trying to brush it off) No, nothing's wrong! I’m just have to reply to this messages, that’s all. 

I pursed my lips, not entirely convinced. 

I knew how much she adored the validation that came from Sir Suresh’s messages, but it felt wrong to witness it escalate, especially at dinner. 

My mom was really obsessed with this person, Sir Suresh, it seems that she really misses his big dick in her holes.

We fell into a strange silence, the clinking of forks against plates sounding far too loud amidst the loaded atmosphere.

Eventually, we finished our meal, though my appetite had waned, overshadowed by the tension that seemed to wrap around us both. I wanted to know what Sir Suresh told her.

Mom stood and began gathering the dishes, her phone still glued to her hand. I sighed deeply, brushing the worry aside for the moment.

Mom: (not looking up) I’ll take care of these; you can relax a bit. 

As she moved to the kitchen. While she was distracted, I borrowed her phone to pretend I was playing games. 

I opened up her screen with ease, but as I did, my heart sank. The notifications were from Sir Suresh’s.

The current conversation was visually jarring, and I felt a rush of adrenaline course through me as I clicked on it.

This was the conversation I read.

Sir Suresh: (the first message) Darling, just understand that I can’t see you again. I want to continue with our secret affair but I just can't 

Mom: Why? What’s going on? Why are you acting like this all of a sudden?

Sir Suresh: (replying) Just know that we can't see each other anymore. I’m really sorry. It's just that...I just can't

I stared at the screen, my heart racing as I absorbed the implications.

Mom: But… why? 

Sir Suresh: (coldly) It’s for the best. I can’t explain right now. 

She’d poured her heart into each interaction with him, and to see him pull away like this—had he fully realized what he was putting her through? 

Mom: Please, just tell me what’s going on! You can't just tell me that you are leaving all of a sudden

Sir Suresh: (concisely) I’m sorry. Just, I can't darling, I am leaving Pune tomorrow, just enjoy and tell Rajeev he is a clever boy.

I got confused what was going on in their messages. I didn't understand why Sir Suresh is leaving mom out of the blue.

Mom: Well ok then, see you! (My mom didn't even care because she was angry Sir Suresh wasn't telling her why he is leaving her)

The last message from Sir Suresh held no clarity, no calm reassurance—just emptiness. 

I knew it would leave her with countless questions and heartbreak, a revelation that felt unbearable to witness through the surface of a phone screen.

I quickly shut her phone, my mind racing as I put it back down on the table just as she returned from the kitchen. The tension hung heavily in the air, a storm brewing that neither of us spoke about.