Adultery My Shy Mom Seduced And Fucked by Sir Suresh

[nadia]

((GUYS, THIS PART IS SUPER EROTIC, MAKE SURE YOU READ EACH WORD))






I slipped back into the sitting room. Mom stood several feet from Arjun Sir, her posture stiff, her face tight. There was tension in the room. Arjun Sir fidgeted, his usual jovial demeanor replaced by a nervous twitching of his lips. 





The silence was deafening, broken only by the rhythmic tick-tock of the luxurious clock on the hall. 

"Rajeev, where have you been? I've called you at least five times!" Her voice rose in frustration.

"I only heard you once, Mom, Priya was showing me her favorite books to read" I said, my voice small.

"Five times! I called you five times Rajeev" she repeated, her voice sharp. "Arjun, this boy..." she trailed off, her gaze fixed on Arjun Sir.

I was absentmindedly sniffing my middle finger, the finger that was just inside Priya's tasty, smelly and shitty asshole. Mom saw me sniffing my finger.

"What are you doing, Rajeev? Why are you sniffing your finger?" her voice was sharp, edged with suspicion.

"Nothing, Mom," I mumbled, my heart thudding like a drum solo. "Priya just gave me chocolate and it was so tasty, it smells nice"

Friends, I didn't realize that I was saying the word "chocolate", the same word I heard Arjun Sir once say to me. Chocolate to mean shit. As Arjun Sir said that night between him and Jaya, Rahul's mother.

"Smell of a chocolate?" she persisted, her eyes narrowing. The scent was undeniably potent.

"Yes mom, it's her chocolate," I lied, if only mom knew the real meaning of chocolate. The smell of Priya's asshole was still clinging on my finger, so sweet. I loved the smell, even though it was smelly and nicely stinky.

"Sir Arjun", mom started talking looking towards Arjun, "You see, I told you my Rajeev is a lot playful, he likes eating a lot"


"Now, now," Arjun Sir said smoothly, stepping forward. "Maybe Rajeev and Priya were playing a game. Game of words And my daughter Priya is friendly, maybe he just gave him her chocolate as a sign of friendship, right Rajeev?" He looked at me smiling.

"Yes...es..Yes Sir", I replied smiling.

"Where is Priya?" Mom’s voice was dangerously calm.

"She… uh… uumm I left her arranging books in her shelf," I stammered, my eyes darting around the room. In reality, Priya was in the bathroom maybe mastrubating thinking of me just after I fingered her pussy and asshole for the first time in her life.







“Come on, we’re leaving.” She grabbed my hand and started walking fast, urgency in her steps. I glanced back at Arjun Sir, noticing the discontent in Mom’s face. 

“Mom, why are we leaving all of a sudden?” I asked, trying to keep up with her pace.

“Because it’s time to go,” she replied curtly, her voice strained.

Arjun Sir called after us, “Can’t you stay a little longer, maybe even spend the night?”

Mom shook her head firmly. “No, we can’t.” 

Arjun Sir rushed to the door, his voice tinged with desperation. "Please! Wait Sunita! Let me at least drive you home. I insist!"

"No, Arjun," Mom said, her voice cold. "We're walking. Thanks for the offer"

"But it's getting dark, it's not safe," he pleaded, his eyes darting between Mom and me, almost desperate now. "Please?"

"Yes mom, let Sir drive us back home, it will be easier and much faster and you will have time to cook supper for me", I said.

Mom paused, considering, her eyes flitting to the darkening street. Finally, she sighed, her shoulders slumping slightly. "Fine," she said, her voice barely a whisper.

Arjun Sir opened the car door for her with eager politeness, his relief palpable. The car ride was silent, none of them talked to each other. I don't know what Arjun Sir did to mom which made her angry.

Mom and Arjun Sir sat in the front, their faces set, avoiding each other. The only sound was the hum of the engine. Then we reached home.

Mom didn't even say thank you as she got out of the car. She slammed the door, her anger palpable, her figure disappearing within moments as she marched to our gate. 

Arjun Sir watched her go, his gaze lingering on her retreating fat ass, his shoulders slumped. He smiled.

"What happened back there, Sir?" I asked, quietly, once we were alone.

"Don't worry, Rajeev," he said while smiling. "You’ll understand, soon enough. There is a reason why she is acting this way, but it is a good reason"







That night, as Mom was cooking, I could see her lost in thought, stirring the pot but not really engaged. Normally, she would talk while cooking, but tonight she was quiet.

I went to the kitchen to drink some water. “Mom, why do you look like you’re thinking so much?” I asked softly.

She looked up, quickly hiding her expression and pretending. “Oh, I’m just a little tired, that’s all.”

“Tired? You seem like you have a lot going on in your mind.” 






She waved a hand dismissively, forcing a smile. “Really, I’m fine beta. Just thinking about your dad's returning day, I miss him,” she lied, her tone too cheery to be genuine.

I knew definitely not thinking about my dad, she was thinking about Arjun Sir and what he did back there.

That night, I couldn't shake the feeling of curiosity. What had Arjun Sir done that had upset Mom earlier? Why was she so lost in thought now? 

I knew Arjun Sir did something which made my mom to be in this thought, but what did he do?

On the other hand, still, a part of me felt pleased. I had finally shared an intimate moment with Priya, Rahul's girlfriend. I was ecstatic to have experienced something most of my friends only dreamt about.

Friends, I know most of you dream about your friend's girlfriend of wife and you think of fucking them. For me, I can say I was lucky to at least taste the shitty and good smell of Priya's asshole, the girlfriend of my no-longer friend, Rahul.

Two days later, Arjun Sir surprised me by buying me a phone. I was thrilled. But during those two days, Mom remained caught up in her own world, buried in house chores and looking far from her usual self.

“Mom, are you okay?” I inquired one day. “You seem... different.”

“I’m just busy, that’s all,” she replied quickly, avoiding eye contact.

“Busy? You haven’t even asked me about my new phone yet.” 

“Right, right. I’m sure you’re very happy. Just focus on college,” she said, her voice almost distant.

I couldn’t shake the feeling that there was more going on behind the scenes. I wanted to probe further, but every time I did, she'd deflect. 







Five days later, the morning sun painted the kitchen gold. I finished breakfast, a knot of nervous energy tightening in my stomach.

"Mom," I began, my voice a little shaky, "Arjun Sir asked me to go to his place. He needs help with something."

Mom's hand froze mid-pour of tea. Her eyes, usually warm, were narrowed with suspicion. 

"No, Rajeev," she said firmly. "I don't like that man. Why are you always insisting to go to his house?"

"But Mom, he's a good man," I protested, "He just needs a little help. It's important." I added the last part hoping it would sway her.

She sighed, a weary surrender. "Fine," she conceded, her voice laced with reluctance. "But be back before lunch. And if he asks you about where I am or what I do, just tell him that you don't know, Ok?"








"Ok mom, sure, I promise", I replied. She kissed my forehead and I went.


Arjun Sir’s house felt different; a charged stillness hung in the air. He greeted me with a wide, almost too-bright smile.

"Rajeev! Come in, come in!"

"Thank you Sir"

"Where’s Priya?" I asked, trying for casualness, but my voice betrayed me.

"Out with her female friends," he replied smoothly. He paused, his smile fading slightly. "Thinking about Priya, are you?"

I blushed, unable to lie. "Well, I ...I will not lie, she looks.....nice, I enjoyed reading books with her."

He laughed and said, "I told you that you will adore her"

He took me to his garden, a lavish one where we played table tennis with him. 

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After sometime after we got tired playing table tennis, we went back to the sitting room, gesturing toward a comfortable armchair giving me cold juice while he had his juice too too.  

"Sit down, Rajeev. I need to talk to you. About something important." He paused, his smile gone, replaced by a thoughtful frown. “And I want you to understand something. You shouldn't feel bad about any of this, alright?”

“What is it?” I asked, my curiosity battling my apprehension.

“It's about your mother,” he began, his voice low and serious. "I need to confess something…" He hesitated, taking a deep breath. "Something big."

"What?" My heart hammered against my ribs.

"I… I love your mother, she has made me go crazy" he confessed, the words hanging heavy in the air, thick with unspoken implications. "I know it's complicated, I know she is married but… it’s true. I think about her constantly. Every night…" 






I just stared at him. I knew he liked my mom. This wasn't entirely unexpected. I just wanted to know more. "But Sir, she has a husband." I said.

“I know,” he continued. “She's married. I know that. But I can't help it. She’s beautiful. Beautiful and…” he searched for the right word. “… so sexy. I hope you are not feeling bad Rajeev, I know you are a clever boy and that is why I am revealing this to you”

“It’s alright, Sir,” I mumbled. What else could I say, I cannot prevent your love for her?

“Thank you my little boy, I knew you would understand. This is our secret, Rajeev. Remember, don’t tell your father.”


“Okay,” I agreed, my mind reeling. “But… Sir… What happened that day in your sitting room? What made Mom so angry?” I’d been thinking about this for days."

A slow smile spread across his face. A knowing smile. "You want to know?"

“Yes,” I said, leaning forward.

He leaned back, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Well… that day, while you were… occupied… with Priya…" he paused for dramatic effect, "…I was getting to know your mother. Getting to know her very well."

"What do you mean?" I pressed, my curiosity pushing away any remaining fear.

"I sat next to your mother," he said, his voice low. "And I told her I loved her. I… I touched her soft thighs. I told her how beautiful she is."

I was shocked. He continued, "Rajeev, let me tell you, your mom has the softest thighs ever, I couldn't control myself when I touched her thighs. I just wanted her to know how she is to me"

"And how did she react?" I asked, my heart pounding.

"She didn't like it," he admitted, a hint of regret in his voice. "She stiffened. She didn’t say anything at first. Then, I told her that she is hot and I tried to kiss her."







"And?" I pressed.

"I wanted to kiss her lips but I couldn't so I kissed her cheeks instead, that’s when she woke up," he said, his voice softening slightly. 

"That's when she called you. That’s why she was so angry. Your mom didn't how I tried to kiss her" He looked thoughtful. "I think she was quite surprised by my actions"

"But sir, why did you try to kiss her and yet you know she will not accept", I asked him

"Rajeev, you wouldn't understand. The most tasty women are women who are married.", he told me.

"But why are they tasty?", I asked.

"Because you get to taste what another man tasted. In this case, I got to taste what your dad tasted. It is so nice to seduce a married woman or even....you know...do things with her", he said.


"But didn't you find anyone who is better than my mom?"

"NO never, I just want a married woman like your mom. Married women are the best to seduce"

"You know, Rajeev," Arjun Sir continued, a gleam in his eye, "seducing married women like your mother… it's the best."

"Why, Sir?" I asked, genuinely curious. My mother was a devoted wife, and the idea of her being seduced felt… wrong, yet strangely exciting.

"Because," he said, leaning back in his chair, a slow smile spreading across his face, "forbidden fruit is always the sweetest. Actually the most blessed men are men who sleep with other married women. And also blessed women are those who cheat on their husbands"

"But why, Sir?" I pressed, still not fully understanding.

"Because," he said, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper, "forbidden things are better. Think about it. What's the most delicious food? The one you're not supposed to have." 

I started understanding him. I nodded.








He continued, "What's the most exciting adventure? The one that's dangerous, the one that pushes your limits. What's the most satisfying love? The one that's a secret, the one that's wrong. Forbidden things are very good and sweet" 

He paused, watching my expression carefully.

"But why are forbidden things better, Sir?" I asked, still puzzled. "What makes them better?"

"It's the risk, Rajeev," he explained, his eyes gleaming with a certain intensity. "It's the knowledge that you're doing something you shouldn't be doing, that thing which is wrong."

I knew what he meant. His explanation resonated so well with my adventure with Priya, his daughter and also the girlfriend of my fucking and idiot friend Rahul, who I hate. 


"But wouldn’t it be better if it wasn’t forbidden?" I asked, still trying to understand his perspective. "Wouldn't it be better if you could just openly love someone without the risk and the secrecy?"

He chuckled, a low rumble in his chest. "No, Rajeev," he said, shaking his head slowly. "That's not how it works. The thrill is in the forbidden thing. It's the knowledge that you're playing with something which is not yours."

"Things which are not yours are always the sweetest. In this case, your mom is not mine. But the fact that she is not mine but still wanting her makes it so sweet." He paused, letting his words sink in. "Forbidden things are always better, Rajeev. Always."


"What did she tell you?" I asked

"Well, she kept saying that she is not impressed by me and that she is married and doesn't want any man near her other than her husband.", Arjun Sir said.

"Why do you love my Mom?" I asked, a genuine curiosity replacing the earlier apprehension.

"Because she’s… perfect,” he said, his eyes shining with intensity. "She has all the features of a woman, all the packages."

I asked, "What do you mean sir"

"Ok but don't get angry", He said.

"No sir just tell me", I encouraged him



"Her body," Arjun Sir began, a slow smile spreading across his face, "it's… captivating. The way her curves flow, the packed breasts of your mom, the gentle fullness of her big ass, the way her skin seems to glows, her thighs"

"There's a strength in her, a vitality, a sensuality that's simply undeniable. The way she moves, how her fat ass shakes, it's like watching a dancer, so sensual."







 He paused, his gaze lingering on me. "It’s a beautiful body, Rajeev. A truly beautiful body. Your mom is blessed"

"Well you are lucky to meet her sir", I said.

"Rajeev, do you mind if..I....I....well just forget about it...but hope you don't mind if I get to know her more, right?"

"Yes yes, sir, I don't mind"

"Her boobs... her bubbly ass..." Arjun Sir murmured, a thoughtful frown creasing his brow. "They're...fuller than I expected. Why are your mother's breasts and ass so fat, Rajeev?"

I shrugged. "She eats a lot sir, I think that's why. She normally likes fatty foods"

He asked, "Does she sometimes fart when she is in the house?"

"Yes sir", due to her penchant for eating, I do hear her fart in the house like PPRRR! BBBBBRRRRRR!"



"Hahhahaha, Ohh you know I can make her curves even more fatter", he said while smiling

"How Sir?", I asked

"Well, I can't tell you right now, but in he coming days I will", he replied.

"Sir," I began, feeling a strange mix of curiosity and apprehension, "what do you like most about my mom's body?"

Arjun Sir paused, a thoughtful expression on his face before replying, "Her ass. Her full, strong ass."

"Her ass?" I echoed, surprised. "Why her ass?"

He smiled, a slow, knowing smile. "They’re… powerful. It shows how a real woman looks like. There’s a softness to them, too, a roundness… a comforting fullness. They’re… sensual. They suggest a woman who isn’t afraid to embrace life fully."




“Do you think Mom will… accept you?” I asked hesitantly.

“Oh, yes,” he said, his confidence unshaken. “I know how to seduce a woman, I have never seduced a married woman ever, your mom is the first.” He paused, choosing his words carefully. “I know how to make her happy.” 

The words hung in the air, bold and slightly unsettling.

“How?” I blurted out, the question spilling from my lips before I could stop myself. Friends, remember I was asking all this questions because I am learning from Arjun Sir how to seduce a married woman.

He smiled, a knowing smile that held a hint of mystery. “That, my young friend, is a secret that I will tell you later” He leaned closer, his voice dropping to a confidential whisper. “But the first step is already taken. She’s thinking about me, Rajeev. I can feel it.”

“She really did seem lost in thought that night,” I admitted.







“Exactly,” he said, a triumphant gleam in his eyes. “That's the first step! The fact that she’s thinking means she’s thinking about me. Are you sure she seemed… distracted? Lost in thought?”

"Yes,” I said again. "She was really quiet, deep in thought. And she kept silent almost the whole day!" I added, remembering the small detail.

“Excellent,” he said, his grin widening. “That's the first step. The rest is just a matter of time. But, where's your mother? I need to talk to her.”

"She's at home," I said. "But I don't know exactly where she is right now. But Sir, do you think she will fall in love with you and yet she is married?"

"Rajeev, all women cheat, especially married women. You just have to unlock their cheating key."

"What is the cheating key?", I asked him.

"Good sex, nothing else, if you give a married woman a good sex, then she will always think about you even when her husband is fucking her",

"Ohh is that so sir"

"Yes Rajeev"

"I want to learn more sir. But are you saying that you want to have sex with my mom?"

"Well, Rajeev to be honest, yes, I really want to, my wife has never been able to attract me more than your mom, I really feel jealous of your dad."

"But don't you think that your wife will know?"

"No, she can't, she lives in Delhi. It will be difficult for her to know"



"So, Rajeev," Arjun Sir began, his voice low and casual, a glint in his eye, "tell me about your time with Priya in her bedroom. You said she showed you her books?"

"Yes, Sir," I replied, my voice slightly hesitant. "That's what we did. We looked at her books, mostly poetry and novels." I told him as I didn't want him to know what me and Priya actually did.

Arjun Sir leaned back, his eyes twinkling. "Now, Rajeev," he said, his tone gentle but insistent, "let's be honest with each other. Tell me what really happened. I know my daugher is really pretty. I know you did something."

I swallowed hard, my heart pounding. "Okay… well… we… we got intimate. But… she wasn’t… ready. She said she wasn't sure if she wanted to go further."

"Not ready?" he prompted gently. "Tell me more. What exactly happened?"

"Well," I hesitated. "We started kissing, and then we started touching each other. But then… she stopped me. She said she wasn't ready. She said… she wasn't sure if she wanted to do more, because she had a boyfriend."

"And why wasn't she sure?" Arjun Sir asked, his voice calm.




"Because… because she has a boyfriend and she never had sex, she felt like she is cheating." I blurted out, the words tumbling over each other. "I felt really good, also felt excited."

Arjun Sir raised an eyebrow. "A boyfriend? I had no idea Priya had a boyfriend. She never mentioned anything about having a boyfriend. This is… interesting. Tell me more about this boyfriend."

"His name is Rahul," I said, feeling a surge of resentment. "They met together at schoool. And he’s… well, he’s got a lot more going for him than me." 

My voice trailed off, filled with a mixture of envy and frustration over Rahul. I remembered how much I hated Rahul because he had such a sexy girlfriend like Priya.

"Rahul, huh?" Arjun Sir murmured, a contemplative expression on his face. "So, let me get this straight. You kissed Priya?"

"Yes, Sir," I admitted. "But she wasn't ready for anything more. She pulled away, but I still got to kiss her. It was a good kiss. Sir you remember you told me that if I kiss another girl who is not my girlfriend then I should make her want me?"

"Yes yes, you are right", he replied.




"The kiss," I admitted. "It was a good kiss. I felt good kissing another boy's girlfriend"

Arjun Sir smiled knowingly. "And did you… explore other areas?" he asked, his voice dropping even lower. "I'm speaking practically, of course."

My cheeks burned. "Yes, Sir," I whispered. "I removed her panties and licked her...I don't want to say it sir."

"Cmon", he said, "You are a grown up now, I already showed you many ways to pleasure a girl, you don't have to hide. So you mean you licked her pussy right?"

"Ye....ye..yess sir", I replied.

Arjun Sir chuckled softly. "OOh Rajeev, you naughty boy who follows my orders. And how did her pussy taste?"

"It… it tasted… sweaty, but really, really tasty like a delicious apple jucie" I mumbled, feeling a flush rise in my cheeks. "A bit… salty. And a little soft, of course."




"Salty, sweaty, and tasty," he mused. "Intriguing. Now, about that her asshole Did you… by any chance… lick her asshole as well?"

My eyes widened slightly. "Yes, Sir. I did." I couldn't believe Arjun Sir was asking me all this questions.

"Ohh you are brave, I thought you would be afraid. And how did her asshole smell like?" he asked, his voice laced with curiosity.

"It was… stinky," I admitted, wrinkling my nose. "A really pungent, sweet, and kind of shitty smell."

"Stinky?" he repeated, his voice laced with amusement. "And was this stinky smell feel so good?"

"Yes," I admitted, surprised at my own honesty. "In a strange, kind of way, yes. It was exciting, I don't know why I love shitty smell nowadays sir. It was forbidden and it was exhilarating."

"You see, Rajeev," Arjun Sir said. "I told you. The asshole of a woman or a girl, it always smells nice, especially when it’s stinky. It’s a good scent, a scent of passion."



"Sir, why do I find myself drawn to the shitty smell of Priya's asshole?"

"Because you're learning from the me, Rajeev," Arjun Sir said, a knowing smile playing on his lips. "You're unconsciously adopting my preferences. I also love stinky shitty smell of a woman's asshole. I loved even Jaya's smelly shit that night."

"But why is that stinky smell so good to me, Sir? It's not a scent you'd find in a perfume shop."

Arjun Sir leaned back, a thoughtful expression on his face. "It's not about the perfume, Rajeev. It's about the essence. It's raw, untamed, primal. It speaks of a woman's inner strength and her physicality."

"But why is that attractive, Sir? Why does that appeal to me?"






"Because it speaks to something deep within you, Rajeev," Arjun Sir explained. "It shows that you are a good pervert like me. You and me are one. We both love shitty smell and it means we are very good perverts. Perverts are good people"

"So… the stinky smell of a woman's asshole is fantastic right?" I asked, still slightly hesitant.

Arjun Sir chuckled. "A fantastic thing? It's more than good, Rajeev. And you, my boy, are beginning to understand." He paused, his eyes twinkling. "It's a scent that speaks of passion, of the uninhibited and raw nature of a woman's body. A scent that can drive a man wild."



"You taught me that, Sir," I said, surprised, a bit of pride creeping into my voice. "And I’m proud of what I learned. I guess I have a natural talent for this. You are even better than my father to teach me this things."

He chuckled, a deep, rumbling sound. "I know I am better than your father and your mom will soon know that I am better than your father"


Then I asked him, "Do you think you could ever do the same to my mom, like smelling her asshole?" I asked.

He smiled. “Of course! I would taste every inch of her asshole. I would… lick every part of her like an exquisite piece of dish, and I would savor the… stinky shit of her asshole." 


"Are you sure you’ll do that?" I asked, half-incredulous, half-fascinated.

"Absolutely," he said. "I'll use my tongue to explore her, to taste her, to savor every inch of her pussy and asshole. I'll take my time, Rajeev. It will be a journey. I promise you I will do it” 

I took a deep breath, gathering my thoughts. "Good luck sir. But Sir," I said. "I have a problem."

"Oh?" His eyes, full of anticipation. "What kind of problem?"

"I want to get rid of Rahul, I hate him very much, I don't like him because he is the girlfriend of Priya" I said, my voice firm. "I want to be with Priya. I want her all to myself."




A slow smile spread across Arjun Sir's face. "Ah, yes. The boyfriend problem. Let me give you a secret to success, my friend." 

He paused for effect. "First: make yourself irresistible. Work on your confidence, your style. Become the kind of boy Priya can't resist. Make her see that you are the better boy. The stronger boy than that bitch Rahul"

"Show her that you are stronger, more confident, and more desirable."

"Okay," I said, my heart pounding. "I'll try it. I’ll give it my best shot"

Arjun Sir nodded approvingly. "You did a good job seducing my daughter, Rajeev. You have the instincts of a true master. Don't worry about Rahul. He's just a small bastard. I am a master. I will ensure that Priya never looks at Rahul again. Trust me." 

His voice was full of self-assurance. It exuded power. He seemed to truly believe what he was saying. I was happy that finally me and Sir Arjun will gang up against that bastard Rahul who was my best friend.

"Yes help me make him go away from Priya, I want Priya all by myself. I don't even want to see his face again. I don't care about my friendship with his anymore. All I want is to ruin his life and take Priya from him", I said.

"That is my boy, you are doing a forbidden thing which is a good thing. To take your friend's girlfriend and I will help you do it", He said to me.




Friends, Rahul helped me in many ways but now, I don't care. I will repay him in a bad way and I will ensure that I ruin his life and I will take his Priya. I felt good that foolish Rahul will no longer be the lover of Priya.



"Come, Rajeev," Arjun Sir said, his voice low and smooth. "Let me give you something to take to your mother. A little gift, a token of my appreciation for your… help." He led me to a small, exquisitely crafted shelf.

He carefully removed a large, heavy-looking bag from the top shelf. "When you get home, give this to your mother," he instructed, his voice low and significant. 

"Tell her it's from me. Tell her it's a thank you for her time." His words were carefully chosen, each syllable dripping with a hidden meaning.

"What is it, Sir?" I asked, my curiosity piqued by the secretive tone and the luxurious feel of the bag. It felt surprisingly heavy for its size. "Is it jewelry? Is it clothes?" I pressed, wanting to know more.

"It's a secret, only between me and your mother. Consider it a test of her trust in me, and in you." He paused, watching me closely, observing my reaction.

I hesitated for a moment, caught between my curiosity and the strange thrill. "Okay, Sir," 

The weight of the bag felt heavy, promising something significant within. I felt the leather's smoothness against my fingers, and a sense of anticipation built within me.

After I took a long bath in his luxurious bathroom – a stark contrast to our simple bathroom at home – I set off for home, the bag clutched securely in my hands. 




As I walked down his driveway as I was going home, Arjun Sir stopped me. "Rajeev, wait, I forgot something" he said, his voice taking on a different tone. "I need a small favor."

"What is it, Sir?" I asked, 

"I need one of your mother’s unwashed panties," he said, his voice low and serious. "From her bathroom. Bring it to me tomorrow morning. Be secretive about it"

I was shocked. The request felt oddly intrusive and naughty but I liked it. "Sir," I stammered, "that's… that's a bit strange, isn't it? I can’t just take my mom’s panties…"

He seemed to sense my hesitation. "Why are you shocked, Rajeev?" he asked, his voice still calm, but with an underlying note of firmness. "Remember that we talked about how forbidden things are good? I just want your mom's unwashed panties"







"It's just… it's not something I'd ever do," I said, attempting to explain. "It feels… wrong, somehow. It's her personal stuff. Her private things."

"Please, Rajeev, stop being like that. Remember me and you are perverts. And you are following my path to be a good pervert" he urged, his voice softer now, almost pleading. "I really want it. It's important for me. Trust me"

"Why do you want her unwashed panties, Sir?" I asked, the question burning in my throat.

"It's for my… night activities," he replied, his voice evasive. "You know I love stinky smells, a key element in what I'm planning. I am a pervert Rajeev," 

He added more sharply, his patience wearing thin, "you’re asking too many questions. Stop the questions. Just do as I say Rajeev"

"Okay, Sir, I am also a pervert like you and you are teaching me very nice forbidden things" I said smiling. 

"That's my boy", he said, patting my head.

I knew what he intended to do with my mom's unwashed panties. He'd use it to fuel his cock erection, to bring up images of my mother in his mind. I think he would image him fucking her holes as he masturbates.

He'd rub it against his dick, while thinking of her. He'd inhale its scent, the front part and the back part of her panties, especially the back part since he loves her big ass more, attempting to absorb her shitty asshole smell through the panties. 

The thought made me feel excited, but Arjun Sir’s request was mixed with his promise to help me with Priya, and that was the only thing that I cared about. 

I needed Priya, even if it meant betraying my mother's privacy in the process. I just don't care from now onwards, I just need Priya, even if it is hurting Rahul. I don't care anymore. I am a pervert like Arjun Sir and I want to do forbidden sexual things.

I arrived home late that evening. The gift from Arjun Sir was heavy in my hand.








"Rajeev! Where have you been?" my mother demanded as I stepped inside, the scent of freshly cooked food hanging in the air. "Supper's been ready for ages!"

"I… I was with Arjun Sir," I stammered, attempting to explain myself. "I was helping out with house stuffs"

"Rajeev, up until now at this hour? And What's that you're carrying?" she asked, her eyes fixed on the bag in my hand. Her tone was wary.

"It's a gift from Arjun Sir, it's for you mom" I said, trying to sound as casual as possible. 

"I don't want it, what did I tell you Rajeev?, you never listen huh?" she said, her voice firm. 

"I don't need any gifts from him. You know how I feel about him. Take it back. I told you to tell him not to ask about and if he asks, lie to him" Her voice revealed a hint of tension.

"Mom, it's not right to refuse a gift," I said, trying to reason with her. "It will offend him. He was very kind, he made a special effort to get you this. It would seem ungrateful and rude to refuse it."

She didn't reply; she just turned and walked into the house, her back stiff, her expression unreadable. I followed her, feeling a mixture of anxiety and determination. 


I took the gift to her bedroom, placing it gently on her dressing table. "I left Arjun Sir's gift here, Mom, you can check them up later" I said quietly, my voice barely a whisper.

She didn't respond. It was as if she’d silently agreed.

That night, after supper, I retreated to my room, my mind buzzing with thoughts of Arjun Sir and his strange request, and of my mother's enigmatic behavior. After midnight, I heard sounds from my mother's room: the rustling of fabrics, the delicate tinkling of jewelry. 








The soft sounds of paper being opened. I knew she was opening the gift. She had pretended not to want it, but I knew that all women, deep down, loved fancy things. I knew that Arjun Sir was a master of understanding these things.

And also I wanted to see what kind of gifts he brought to her because I hadn't seen yet.

I crept to her bedroom door and peered inside through the window. The room was bathed in the soft glow of a bedside lamp. 

My mother stood in front of the mirror, already wearing a reddish saree; the color was almost shocking against her usual, more muted attire. 

The saree was quite tight on her body, accentuating her curves, the fabric clinging to her hips and breasts, outlining the flesh beneath.

She removed the saree, examining it closely. Then, she carefully began to unpack the contents of the bag. Pairs of necklaces, gleaming earrings, delicate bracelets, and ornate anklets tumbled out, sparkling in the soft light. 









She tried them on, one by one, her expression unreadable, but her eyes told me everything. She was enthralled, mesmerized by the beauty and luxury of the gifts. I couldn't believe it. 

This was the same woman who'd refused Arjun Sir's gift only a few hours earlier. And now she is here in her bedroom trying them out one by one.

Then, the most interesting part began. From the depths of the bag, she pulled out a set of delicate panties, of all colors. I couldn't believe that Arjun Sir brought panties and bras for my mom.

That is why Arjun Sir didn't tell me what gift were in that bag.

Throughout this whole process, her facial expression had remained remarkably unsmiling, almost neutral. It was as if she were appraising the gifts objectively, scientifically even, rather than enjoying them emotionally.

She first put on the yellow panties. They were incredibly tight; they barely contained the fullness of her fat ass. The fabric stretched taut across her big ass, and it even dug in between her asscheeks. 

Then she went on wearing the red one. She removed it and now wore black short. She was wearing them all seeing if it fits her. And one common thing I noticed of all those panties was that there were supper tight.




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Friends, I think this was a deliberate attempt for Arjun Sir to buy tight panties for my mom so that those panties can really touch her pussy and her asshole so that my mom can feel the panties rubbing on her pussy and asshole and she starts feeling hot.


She checked herself in the mirror. The expression on her face was still far from ecstatic. But there was a flicker of something in her eyes — something that made me think she did actually like this gift from Arjun Sir. 

After trying all those attires and inners, she removed them. She sat on the edge of her bed, all the clothing and jewelry piled before her, looking at her gifts. Her expression was deep in thought. 

There was a debate happening within her head. Should she accept these gifts? Or should she reject them?

Finally, she placed all of Arjun Sir’s gifts inside her locker. 

This meant that she had accepted them. It meant that she had made her decision. She had claimed her gifts from the ugly man who is tried to seduce her whom she doesn't like. 

Friends, women are really creatures that you cannot understand. The other day, my mom was annoyed by how Arjun Sir, a pervert and an ugly man, seducing her but tonight, she accepted all his gifts and kept it in her locker.

I wasn't sure if my mom really wanted to be loyal to my dad. She was torn between being loyal to my dad and being pampered with expensive gifts from another man. 

Was my mom really going to start over a secret affair with another man after she promised herself that she will be loyal to my dad?

I couldn't believe it. My mother, the woman who had vehemently rejected Arjun Sir’s advances and gifts had just privately accepted them. 

It seemed strange. I had always thought that she wouldn't accept any gift from such a flirty man. 

But perhaps women were different. Perhaps, like all married women, she secretly enjoyed receiving luxurious gifts, regardless if the person was her husband or not. 

Perhaps, women will always be women, no matter how they pretend not to be loyal and religous.

Friends, in fact, she decided to sleep wearing one of those panties which was gifted to her by Arjun Sir.. It was a white panty. Maybe she liked it. I couldn't believe my mom was doing this. 

Does she love the expensive and luxurious clothing and inners or does she actually have something like a crush on Arjun Sir? Friends, this was a million dollar question but it needed time to find the answer.








I went back to my bedroom. My mother, the woman who preached loyalty and fidelity, had accepted gifts from another man. 

She’d vehemently denied wanting them, yet she’d secretly tried on every item, clearly captivated by the luxury and beauty of the things Arjun Sir had sent. 

Maybe she wasn't ready to be unfaithful again after she cheated for the first time with Sir Suresh, 

Maybe she was just a woman who loved beautiful and expensive things. Maybe she simply couldn't resist the allure of expensive gifts, a weakness I hadn't known she possessed. But who knows?

Maybe she's just a woman who appreciates being pampered, indulged, and appreciated, regardless of the source.



Then a few minutes later, my thoughts shifted to Priya. I imagined her thinking of me, longing for my touch, just as I was longing for hers. 

I started rubbing my cock, picturing her body on top of mine, as she rides my cock in her pussy, imagining the feel of her skin against mine.

The taste of her lips, the exploration of her hidden parts. I envisioned the excitement of our future encounters, the thrill of our secret intimacy. 

I started masturbating so hard calling her name like, "Aahh Priya, ooh your pussy is so good Priya aahh ride my dick baby yes yes"

I continued like this until I cummed. Exhausted but satisfied, I eventually fell asleep.










The next morning, while my mother was busy making tea in the kitchen, I crept into her bedroom. I had promised Arjun Sir few samples of my mom's panties and I wasn’t about to break that promise. 

I quickly retrieved a pair of her unwashed panties and a bra from her bathroom, the act feeling strangely illicit, yet strangely necessary to the larger scheme of things. I slipped them into my pocket.

I went into the kitchen, a plate of steaming idlis and crispy vadas beckoning to me.

"Good morning, Mom," I greeted her, trying to sound cheerful, though my mind was still preoccupied with the events of the previous night and the anticipation of my meeting with Arjun Sir. "This food smells amazing."

She smiled, a warm, motherly smile that momentarily eased my guilt. "Good morning, sweetheart. Sleep well?" she asked, setting a plate before me. The aroma of freshly ground spices filled the air, a comforting, familiar smell.

"Yes, Mom," I replied. "But I had a dream about Priya. But I just dreamed that we were reading"

She chuckled. "Girls, girls, always girls," she said teasingly, reaching for a jug of steaming hot filter coffee. "Enjoy your breakfast. You look as if you need it."

After breakfast, I decided to address the elephant in the room: Arjun Sir's gift. "Mom," I began tentatively, "did you like Arjun Sir's gift?"

She hesitated, her fingers tracing the rim of her coffee cup. "No," she finally replied, but her voice lacked conviction. It was a hesitant no, a careful no.

"Why not, Mom?" I pressed gently, trying to see her true feelings. "It’s beautiful stuff, Mom. Really expensive although I didn't see it"

"It’s just… too much," she said, her voice softer now. "It’s too flashy. It's… not me."








"Mom," I said, my voice laced with a hint of pleading, "he’s a good man, really. He’s a friend. He helped me a lot. It would be really hurtful for him if you rejected his gifts. He chose them especially for you. 

"Think of it as a thank you for your hospitality, for the time you spent with him. He really appreciates it."

She remained silent for a moment, seemingly deep in thought. I knew she was lying, I had seen her trying on the clothes and jewelry last night. 

She knew it was a lie too. She was just pretending not to like the gifts but deep down she already accepted them.

Finally, she sighed. "Okay," she conceded, her voice barely a whisper. "But tell him not to give me any more gifts. Tell him, 'thank you, but no more.'"

Relief washed over me. I hugged her tightly. "Thank you, Mom," I said, my voice thick with emotion.

"But mom", I started teasing her, "what gifts did he bring you?", I asked her even though I knew what the gifts were.

She looked at me smiling, "Just go, stop being so inquisitive"

"But mom just tell me", I pressed.

"Hey, it's non of your business, go go hurry", she said with another smile.

"Ok ok fine mom", I said.

She kissed my forehead. "Where are you going now?" she asked, her eyes studying me.

"To Arjun Sir's house," I replied. "I promised to help him with something and I also want to read some books with Priya."

Her face tightened. "I hope you are not going to collect any more gifts from him to me?" she asked, her tone sharp.

"No, Mom, I won't," I assured her. "I swear. I'm just going to help him with some work and also Priya wants to study with me. We will work together on our homework."

"Don't be late," she said, the sharpness in her voice softening slightly.

"Okay, Mom," I replied, already heading for the door. My mind was a whirlwind of anticipation and guilt. I had a deal to keep, a promise to fulfill. 

But despite the strange nature of my tasks and the undercurrent of deception running through my life, a small part of me felt a sense of exhilaration. Sense of excitement that my mom has at least accepted Arjun Sir's gifts for her.








I arrived at Arjun Sir’s house, finding him relaxing in his backyard, the sun warming his face. He looked up as I approached, a welcoming smile on his face.

"Rajeev! Good to see you," he exclaimed, rising to greet me. "How did it go? Did your mother like the gifts?"

"Yes, Sir," I replied, recounting my conversation with my mother.

"How do you know?" he asked, his surprise evident. He clearly wanted the gift to remain a secret between him and my mother.

"I saw her last night, Sir," I said, my voice dropping to a near whisper. "She tried on everything. The saree, the jewelry… even the panties." I recounted how she’d tried on each item, her focused, almost analytical expression.

He was stunned, his eyes wide with a mix of disbelief and excitement. "You… you saw her?" he stammered, clearly unsure whether to be delighted or disturbed by my admission. "She tried on the panties? All the colored ones?"

"Yes, Sir," I confirmed. "She even put them on and checked herself in the mirror. And then she put them away in her closet. She seemed to like them very much."

"OOhh yesss yesss ooh this sounds good," he breathed. "She's already mine. She has already become my lover, Rajeev. This is a significant sign, my boy! A sign that she's developing feelings for me."

"If she hadn't accepted the gifts, it would have meant that she rejected my advances. But this… this is different. This is a powerful indication of her feelings for me."

"I'm happy for you, Sir," I said, feeling a wave of relief wash over me. I felt a rush of exhilaration and happiness.

"Where's my prize, then?" he asked, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. I knew exactly what he was asking for, my mom's unwashed panties.

I reached into my pocket, my fingers brushing against the soft fabric of my mother's unwashed panties. I pulled them out and handed them over to him.

His eyes lit up, his face radiating pure joy. He snatched the panties from my hand, his fingers trembling slightly as he clutched the fabric. "Thank you, Rajeev," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. He hugged me tightly, his gratitude palpable. Then, abruptly, he turned and ran towards his house.

"Sir! Wait!" I called out, confused by his sudden haste. "Where is Priya, and where are you running to?"

He paused, glancing back over his shoulder. "Just wait for me, Rajeev," he said, his voice laced with a hint of mischief. 

"I want to do something… secretly." And with that, he disappeared into his house, the stolen panties clutched tightly in his hand.

Was he going to masturbate while smelling my mom's panties?