Adultery Mother's Secret

[storywriter]

The college bus dropped me at the village center next to the tea shop, and i started the long walk of 3 kilometers to my home. After the stressful day in college, the peaceful walk by the small houses and the green fields and farms, through dense woods and over the hills and across streams felt relaxing. As the college had closed earlier today, the sun was still up and bright as i entered through the gate to our land and walked the final 5 minutes to the house.


The house was quiet when i pushed open the main door and came in. I dumped my bag in my room and went straight to the kitchen, calling for my mom. But i didn’t find her there. I was hungry. I drank a glass of water and came out from the back door and stepped towards the cow shed, calling even louder for mom. No answer. Glancing around in the cow shed, finding no glimpse of her anywhere, i went back inside the house and through every room, still no clue of her. I came out of the main door and on to the front yard, checking if i had missed her earlier. She was not there. Dad would be out in town this time of day, and mom usually does not go to the fields at this time, but since i could not find her anywhere else and being very hungry, i stepped out to the fields to find her.


I walked 5 more minutes along the muddy, rocky path through our fields, under the shade of huge ancient trees. A frog jumped across my path and vanished in the thick bushes surrounding the path. But no sign of my mom anywhere. I had reached a pond we use for irrigation, a small brick shed with tiled roof perched next to it. It was the pump house for irrigation. I was walking along by its side, when a strange sound made me stop suddenly.


Taken by surprise, i stood still and looked around silently. The sound came again, and this time i realized it’s coming from inside the pump shed. I listened. The sound came again, and again, rhythmic, low, soft, strange. I padded silently towards the window, and peeked through a gap in the bamboo wooden shutters.


My mom was inside, completely naked, sprawled under Shekhar from the next village who frequently comes to work in our fields.


I stood still, shocked, transfixed. 


Shekhar was on top of my mom, moving up and down, his hips thrusting into her. Both were naked, the hard lean dark brown body of Shekhar and the slim soft milky fair body of my mom. His feet and toes were rubbing against hers. His hands pressing her voluptuous shapely breasts. Their sweat mingling, their saliva mixing, as he pressed his mouth over her soft red lips.  Her hands were wrapped around his back, her nails digging into his skin and flesh, pulling him deeper into her.


I felt the sudden urge to barge inside and kill him. But my feet were frozen. I stood there hypnotized by the deep soft moans of pleasure coming from my mom. Watching their bodies move erotically entwined in deep lust.


After a few long moments, i suddenly came back to my senses and pulled myself away from there, and started walking back home with heavy legs and a heavy feeling in my chest, my head buzzing and empty. The moans faded as i walked farther away. And i became suddenly aware that i was rock hard.