16-01-2025, 12:26 AM
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The three of us climbed into the Rolls Royce. The drive home was short, but Mom's worry was palpable. She sat beside Arjun sir in the front seat, her gaze fixed on the road ahead, her hands clasped tightly in her lap.
When we arrived home, Mom immediately got out of the car, her movements hurried, her eyes darting around as if she was half-expecting something. She turned to Arjun sir.
"Thank you, Arjun," she said, her voice sincere yet hesitant. "Thank you so much for everything. For helping Rajeev's father. For taking him to the hospital. You were so helpful",
Arjun just kept staring at my mom in lust.
"I don't know what we would have done without your help. You are such a good man, Arjun." Mom said.
Arjun sir smiled warmly, "It was my pleasure, Sunita," he replied, his voice smooth and even. A woman like you deserves all this and even more.", he said.
"Rajeev's father is a good man, and I wouldn't hesitate to assist anyone in need. Consider it a small gesture of my friendship. I'm always happy to help those close to me."
"Thank you, Arjun sir," I said, adding my voice to Mom's gratitude. "For everything. You really saved the day. You are a very kind and generous person to have done all this."
I offered my sincere gratitude, yet deep down, I was actually helping Arjun Sir in his evil plans of fucking my mom inside our house. Me and him are world renowned perverts with immorality.
Arjun sir responded with a gracious smile. "You're very welcome, Rajeev, you are like my son. I’m just glad I could be of assistance."
"Consider it my pleasure. I am always happy to help my friends, and always willing to contribute whenever I possibly can."
Dear friends, I actually wished that Arjun Sir was my dad. I love how he taught me the nice way of becoming a pervert. I love how he guided me to become a pervert.
I was tuned in to his way of choosing the path of forbidden things, being unholy and doing immorality things.
"Mom, see I have always told you that Arjun Sir is a good man," I told Mom as we walked towards the house. "He really helped Dad."
She looked at me with a gentle smile, her expression one of profound gratitude.
"Yes beta," she replied softly. "He is. He has a good heart." She said as she looked at Arjun Sir smiling.
"Mom, can I have the house key?" I asked. She gave it to me. I unlocked the door. “Arjun, please do come in. We’re happy to have you.”
As Mom walked ahead of Arjun sir, I saw him gaze at her big ass, his eyes lingering on the way her hips swayed, the subtle movement of her fat ass flesh.
Her body seemed to glide, her steps smooth and graceful, and her fat ass moved rhythmically with each step, her flesh gently undulating, jiggling slightly with each movement.
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The way he was looking at her juicy ass, while licking his lips came across to me that he is really going to do something with my mom's ass tonight.
"Can I make you some coffee, Arjun?"
Mom asked, her voice polite but tinged with a slight nervousness.
She was offering a gesture of hospitality, a traditional way of showing gratitude and appreciation to those who have shown kindness or assistance.
Arjun Sir - "Yes, please,"
He replied, settling onto the sofa. He seemed relaxed, almost confident, and his smile seemed to broaden subtly as he surveyed the room.
Dear friends, I was proud of my mother. She always shows hospitality for people who helped her. She was kind and considerate. In fact this was one of the main reasons why my dad married her.
She was so kind, cultured and well behaved.
She was brought up well in a traditional ecosystem characterized by puritanical norms. But my dad doesn't know that the woman he thinks is well behaved already cheated on him and is now about to cheat on him twice.
That night I told my mom hurriedly that I am going to sleep, I wanted both of them to enjoy being alone.
"Alright, dear," Mom replied warmly, her voice soft and tender. "Sleep well. Thank you for everything, dear Rajeev, you are the best son"
Something told me that she didn't want to stay alone with Arjun Sir because she didn't trust him.
I left them in the living room. About an hour later, I peeked from the hallway. Arjun sir was sitting close to Mom, his arm casually dbangd around her shoulders, his hand gently resting on her back.
He was drinking coffee with my mom.
He seemed to be offering some words of comfort or reassurance, his manner calm and soothing.
"Your husband will be fine, Sunita," Arjun said softly. His voice was low, reassuring.
"He's in good hands. Just relax and let the medical professionals do their job. Everything will be alright, you have nothing to fear."
His tone was calming and considerate. He was constantly squeezing her hips. My mom, who was in need of comforting, didn't feel his touch was so touchy.
To my mom, what Arjun Sir was doing was normal to her because he was comforting her and telling her that my dad will be ok. So in her eyes, this seemed normal.
"Yes, but this illness… it always gets him," Mom responded, her voice laced with worry.
"It has happened several times before. This pain… it makes him so ill and so weak. I’m so very worried." She spoke in a concerned tone.
"I know," Arjun said, squeezing her shoulder reassuringly. "But he's getting the best possible care. He’ll be alright. Just trust me on this."
I watched Arjun sir. His hand moved from her shoulder to her sexy hips, his fingers gently caressing her, subtly squeezing, his touch almost imperceptible.
He was taking advantage of the situation, using his comforting words to gain physical closeness to my mom. This pervert man was really going to do something with my mom tonight.
"Sunita," Arjun said softly, leaning closer. "Let me take you to the bedroom. You look tired. You need to rest." His tone was gentle, his words calculated to appeal to her sensibilities.
"Thank you, Arjun," Mom replied, politely rejecting his offer. "But I'm fine here. I want to stay close by in case Rajeev’s father needs anything."
She was already becoming suspicious of Arjun sir. His closeness was making her slightly uncomfortable. She sensed that this man is about to seduce her.
"No Sunita," Arjun insisted. "You need to rest. It's late. You must be exhausted. Let me help you to the bedroom. You need to rest; you look absolutely worn out. Come with me, Sunita"
"I’m really alright, Arjun," Mom responded politely but firmly. "It’s very late and I’m not used to anyone staying here overnight. Perhaps you should head home."
Mom started becoming bold.
"You’re probably tired too Arjun, after all you've done today. You must be exhausted."
"Sunita," Arjun said, his voice now holding a hint of frustration. "Why are you chasing me away? I'm not leaving you alone here at night. You’re tired, and you need to rest. Let me help you."
His words conveyed concern, "I can even spend the night here", he said.
"I'm fine, truly," Mom insisted, trying to maintain her composure. "I'll be alright here. It’s not safe to be out at this time of night; you should head home."
Dear friends, you can clearly understand why my mom is insisting on telling Arjun Sir to go away. She was really not in the mood to be seduced.
And on the other hand, you can clearly see why Arjun Sir is insisting on taking my mom to the bedroom.
Arjun sir stood and began to pull Mom to stand. "Sunita, let’s not argue about this," he said, his tone firm but not unkind. "You need to rest. I insist that you come with me to the bedroom."
His actions displayed a determination to get his way, to achieve his goal. "But...", my mom started. "NO buts Sunita, just listen to me", Arjun Sir told her.
"Thank you, Arjun, for everything," Mom said, her voice soft, a nervous energy now evident in her manner. "Truly, I appreciate everything you’ve done."
I ran and peeked through the window. He was taking her to the bedroom. He locked the door.
"Why did you lock the door?" Mom asked, once they were inside the room. Her tone was apprehensive, a hint of unease in her question.
"So we can talk privately," Arjun said, his voice smooth, though his eyes were intent. "To talk about what?", mom asked.
"I wanted to get to know you properly, just you and me. I also want to ensure your privacy and comfort. I wanted to make sure no one disturbed us."
His response sounded deceptively plausible, but I knew better.
Mom sat on the bed, her body tense, her hands clasped in her lap. Arjun sat beside her, gently taking her hand. “Sunita, you’re so tired,” he said softly, his touch lingering on her hand.
Mom still thinks that Arjun Sir is just comforting her, not seducing her.
"Let me comfort you. You’ve been through a lot today. Let me help to make things easier for you." His actions seemed caring but held a subtle hint of control.
"I'm fine," Mom said, attempting to pull his hand away. "Really, I am. Thank you for your concern, but I’m alright now. Please you need to go home you know, to your wife"
Her tone was strained, trying to sound reassuring.
Arjun ignored her attempt to pull away. He continued to hold her hand, drawing her closer. "Let me comfort you, Sunita," he whispered, his voice laced with a subtle hint of possessiveness.
He leaned closer, and kissed her cheek. He was now too close to my mom.
Mom gasped, pulling away abruptly. "Arjun!" she exclaimed, her voice rising in anger and indignation. "Get out! Get out of my house, right now!"
Her voice trembled with a mix of shock, hurt, and anger.
"Why?" Arjun asked, his face unreadable, his tone deceptively calm.
"Because I know what you want!" Mom shouted. "I know why you were so kind today! It was all a pretense!"
Her tone was one of sharp, angry accusation. "You are a manipulative, self-serving man, and I see right through your calculated game! I was a fool to trust you."
Her anger and hurt were unmistakable, and she wasn't trying to hide them.
Dear friends, you remember when I told you that my mom needed a fresh start with my dad? That she needed to leave all her cheating past with Sir Suresh and become a good, cultured and loyal wife to my dad?
Remember when she told herself that she will never ever cheat on my dad again and never betray him after she cheated with Sir Suresh?
Then that is exactly what triggered her reaction towards Arjun Sir. She felt that Arjun Sir was a hindrance to her progress in becoming a loyal wife to my dad.
She felt that Arjun Sir was trying to make her do forbidden things.
All this while my dad was in hospital.
Arjun stood, his smile gone. "You're right," he said, his voice low and almost admiring. "I've wanted you since the first day I saw you Sunita. I’ve been fantasizing about this moment, about this opportunity."
Dear friends, the moment finally arrived! This was the moment Arjun Sir dreamt of. The chance to get my mom and him inside the house.
You are beautiful, Sunita. And I intend to possess you." His words were raw, he revealed his true colors to my mom. His pervert colors.
"Get out!" Mom screamed, her voice filled with disgust and revulsion. "Get out of my house, you disgusting man! Get out of my bedroom!" She was furious, her tone scathing and unforgiving.
"I feel so disgusted by you Arjun, if I knew the kind of person you were, I wouldn't even let you close to my husband."
"If you want me to go," Arjun said, his voice cold,, "then why did you accept the gift I gave you? The panties the bra? You knew what it meant, Sunita. You knew what I was hoping for."
He was attempting to shame her, to manipulate her, to break her will.
Dear friends, my mom's betrayal of my father runs deeper than just a misplaced acceptance of a gift. My mother, Sunita—a woman of faith, a pillar of strength in our family—accepted dirty gifts from Arjun Sir.
This is shattering of the principles she instilled in me, a betrayal of the values my father held dear. The fact that she accepted panties and bra as a gift already meant she destroyed her marriage.
And a blatant disregard for the religious principles that have always guided our family. Her cheating behaviour is profound. To see her, my devout mother, reduced to this shameful woman.
It was so naughty and hot to see, the woman who taught me right from wrong, has somehow lost her way. The whole situation is spiritually and morally reprehensible. She has become shameful.
And if my dad knew what kind of a woman he married, he will be in total shock. Trust me friends, my dad will be in total shock if he knew what my mom has been doing behind his back.
Mom stammered, unable to respond. She stared at the floor, her face burning with shame and confusion. She was speechless; unable to respond; unable to articulate her shock and disgust.
She looked down, her hands nervously fiddling with her clothing.
Arjun moved closer, taking her hands in his. "Don’t pretend, Sunita," he whispered, his voice dangerously low. "You know you crave a man like me. A man who can provide you with good sex, the luxuries you always desired."
My mom didn't move an inch.
Arjun sir continued, "I am a wealthy man. I can offer you security and security is priceless, Sunita. Leave your foolish husband. I will give you the kind of security that a man like me can provide.”
"I'm not a gold digger!" Mom said, her voice trembling. "I'm not some shallow brat who can be bought! Let me go! I don’t need your help; I don’t want it."
My mom regained her senses back temporarily.
"I don’t want anything from you!" Her voice trembled with a mixture of anger, shame, and desperation.
Arjun held her tightly, his grip firm and unyielding. "There's nothing wrong with wanting a good life, more money and sex Sunita," he whispered, his voice dangerously smooth.
"And I can give you everything you want. Let me show you. Let me take care of you."
His touch intensified, almost forceful, his grip possessively tight. He grabbed my mom and started kissing her lips.
A gasp escaped her lips, a mixture of surprise and… something else. The kiss was soft, exploratory, yet undeniably passionate.
"Sunita," he whispered, his voice low and husky. "I've… I've wanted to do this for so long. I really adore you Sunita"
She tried to pull away. "Arjun sir… this isn't right," she stammered, her voice barely audible. "We can't…"
"Can't what?" he challenged gently, his grip tightening ever so slightly on her hand. "Can't admit what we both feel? Can't acknowledge the undeniable chemistry between us? Sunita, look at me."
He tilted her chin up, forcing her to meet his gaze. "Don't you feel it too?"
"I…" she began, her voice trembling, "I don't know what to say. I want to be loyal to my husband. I try to be a good wife."
Arjun sir's expression softened. He cupped her face in his hands.
"Sunita, you are a good wife. A devoted wife. But being a good wife doesn't mean denying yourself pleasure, doesn't mean suppressing the desires of your heart."
"All good wives always have sex outside marriage, it is normal and acceptable behaviour baby", he told her.
Dear friends, I noticed that my mom all of a sudden started being innocent and not resisting. Was Arjun Sir actually telling my mom the truth to the extent that my mom knew he was saying the truth? Friends, for me, I started removing my cock and started rubbing it.
"Sharing your body with me Sunita doesn't destroy your loyalty to your husband. It simply… expands your experience, your understanding of yourself. It is not betrayal, it is fun"
He leaned in and kissed her gently on the lips. "It's about giving yourself permission to feel, to experience, to live fully."
Mpm pulled back slightly, his eyes searching hers. "Sunita," he murmured against her lips, his voice thick with emotion. "Your lips… they're like a princess, so perfectly formed, so exquisitely delicate."
He kissed her again, lingering longer. "I want to kiss you, my love. Let me…" Mom was trying to move away.
My mom's moans became more audible, a mixture of pleasure and apprehension.
She was caught between the thrill of the forbidden and the fear of the consequences. The weight of her actions pressed heavily on her.
"I… I can't," she whispered, her voice strained. "This… this isn't right." She came back to her senses again.
He turned my mom around so that he was facing her back.
Arjun sir's gaze drifted down, settling on my mom's big ass. "Sunita," he breathed, his voice thick with admiration, "your ass… they're magnificent. So full, so round, so…substantial. I've dreamt of them, you know."
My mom just stood there not knowing what do do because she accepted the gift of this man and now she can't turn back.
"I dreamed of the way the soft flesh of your ass would feel beneath my touch, the way they'd tremble slightly as you walked. The way they'd…respond."
My mom’s face flushed crimson. "Arjun sir, please," she whispered, her voice tight with discomfort. "Stop talking about me like that. I'm married. My body… is not yours."
"Sunita, my dear," he said, "it's precisely because you're married that you're so… tempting. Married women are the tastiest fruit, you see. The most forbidden are the most sweetest."
My mom just stood there listening as she started moaning as he started touching her.
"There's a thrill, a risk, the knowledge that you're betraying your husband is so good Sunita. Betray him Sunita, betray him because he will never know, let him lie in hospital."
He reached out, his fingers lightly brushing against her ass, feeling the soft jiggle of the fat. "My wife… she's a lovely woman, but she doesn't have big ass like yours. Yours are… magnificent."
He reached up, his fingers deftly unfastening her tight skirt, then her expensive watch. "Sunita," he said, his voice a persuasive, "just let yourself go. Accept this. It will be our secret. No one need ever know."
My mom stiffened, pulling away slightly. "I'm not that kind of woman, Arjun sir," she said, her voice firm, despite the tremor in her hands. "I can't… I won't."
Arjun sir, with a sudden, forceful movement, threw my mother onto the bed. "Spread your legs Sunita," he commanded. For a moment, she hesitated.
He leaned over, his hands roughly but efficiently spreading her legs wide, pinning them to the bed. With a swift, almost brutal movement, he ripped off her red panties, the silk whispering against her skin.
He was greeted by the sight of her tight pussy, it was fat; perfectly smooth, freshly shaved.
"Sunita," he murmured, his gaze fixated on her pussy. "This pussy of yours, this is exquisite. Such a perfect little hole." He leaned closer, his breath warm against her pussy surface.
"Let me taste it."
Before she could protest, his tongue darted out, tracing the delicate curve of her pussy, then probing gently into its depths.
A soft moan escaped her lips, "aaahhh noo please Arjun don't make me do this please aaahhhh" a mixture of surprise and something akin to pleasure.
Arjun sir’s tongue continued its exploration, circling and probing.
The sounds she made were barely audible at first, but grew into soft whimpers. "Aahh no please aahhh ssshhh oooohhh aaaauuuuhhhh .....aaaaaaiiiiiii ooooooooohhhh"
She instinctively tried to push him away, her hands clenching into fists, but his weight held her down.
She arched her back, attempting to create distance, but he was relentless. His tongue continued its exploration, circling, then moving up and down with a deliberate rhythm.
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"Mmm," he murmured, his tongue pausing to savor the taste. "So sweet… so delicate." He moved his tongue slightly, teasing the sensitive skin surrounding her pussy and her clit.
"This is…better than I imagined."
He then abruptly shifted his attention, inserting a finger into her pussy, lightly tickling the sensitive skin.
My mother erupted in surprised moans. "Arjun sir! Stop that!" she gasped, her voice a mixture of amusement and protest.
"Why?" he asked, his voice laced with amusement. His finger continued its teasing exploration.
"It… it i don't know, i feel, something please just don't aaaahhhhhh!" she managed to say between bursts of moans. "And it's…it's wrong!"
Arjun sir swiftly turned my mother onto doggystyle, her body bending at the waist, her head bowed.
"Sunita," he whispered, his voice low and gravelly, "if I tasted the sweetness of your pussy, then I must taste your asshole as well. This hole… I know it stinks. You haven't bathed since Priya's birthday, have you?"
The implication was clear, and a wave of nausea washed over me. I couldn't believe he was actually going to sniff my mom's unwashed asshole.
Dear friends, actually my mom didn't bath all that time when we were at Priya's birthday. This means that even when she was dancing wit my dad, her ass was sweating.
And due to sweating, it must have made her ass stink so nicely. So Arjun Sir was actually going to smell all the shitty smell of my mom unwashed asshole. OOh this man is such a pervert.
My mother's voice was barely a whisper "Arjun sir… what are you doing? I… I feel nervous. What is this all about?" She knew exactly what he was about to do. Her nervousness betrayed her.
Arjun sir’s nose was pressed against her asshole. My mother jumped, a sharp gasp escaping her lips. The scent, heavy and pungent, filled the air. I winced. It really did smell like shit.
"Please Arjun, please, I have not washed that part, please don't do it", mom pleaded.
"Mmm," Arjun sir inhaled, "Smelly and sweaty smell of shit but that's what I like. That's what excites me, Sunita, I am glad you didn't take a bath, I love this shitty smell of your asshole"
Dear friends, I remembered I was a pervert just like Arjun sir because we both loved the smell of stinky assholes. It was a disgusting shared secret that made my stomach churn.
"aaahh ssshh oooohhh Arjun sir," my mother protested, her voice trembling. "Stop this. Please. I'm uncomfortable. This is… this is wrong on so many levels.", mom moaned.
"I can't believe you are actually doing this. This is beyond bizarre."
"Nonsense, Sunita," he replied, his voice almost affectionate. "The stinky smell of a woman's asshole, especial when unwashed, feels good. You wouldn’t understand."
He started to insert his tongue, circling around the opening of her unwashed stinky asshole.
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My mother jumped, her body tensing. "Stop this disgusting act! This is… this is wrong. Stop it, please!"
I noticed some dark hair at the edge of her asshole, a further indication of how unwashed and smelly her asshole was.
I couldn’t believe he was actually doing this. I was disgusted, even though a perverse part of me, a part I hated, was…intrigued.
Arjun sir continued licking the hole which my mom uses to shit.
"My, my," he murmured, his voice barely audible. "So… pungent. So… earthy. This is…wild. It's wonderfully wild." Arjun Sir said.
My mother, mortified, squirmed and tried to pull away but couldn't escape his grasp.
"Stop it," she pleaded again, her voice choked with embarrassment. "This is humiliating. Please…stop."
Arjun sir, apparently unfazed by her discomfort, continued his offensive exploration. "This is… exhilarating. The sweat, the shitty smell… it's all part of the experience. It only heightens the pleasure."
He said as my mom continued moaning.
"You're beautiful, Sunita. Even if your asshole stinks like shit. I love this shitty smell and stinky"
He finally pulled back, and he moved, climbing onto the soft bed. He looked at my mom panting. "Now, Sunita," he said, a different tone in his voice. "Remove my trouser. You know what comes next."
My mother's face paled. "No," she whispered, her eyes wide with fear. "Please, don't make me…taste that. I can't."
Arjun sir chuckled, a low, knowing sound. "Oh, but you will. Your hesitation only proves that you already know. You knew what I was going to do, didn't you? From the moment we began?"
"This is wrong," my mother insisted, tears welling up in her eyes. "I’m a religious woman. I can’t do this."
"Religious? Nonsense," Arjun sir scoffed. "There is nothing wrong with an extramarital affair. Sometimes, betraying your husband is the only way to truly experience life."
He reached down, pulling down his trousers. When he finally removed it, his cock sprang free. It was undeniably large, significantly bigger than Sir Suresh's.
My mother saw it and stared, her eyes widening in astonishment. She knew, instinctively, it was bigger. Much bigger.
"Astonished?" Arjun sir smirked, watching her reaction. "Thinking? Hesitating? Don't overthink it, Sunita. Just… enjoy it. You look so stunning. It’s like it’s made for you."
My mother stammered, "I… I can’t do this. It’s…it’s too big. I… I can’t."
He leaned in, his voice a low murmur. "Don't worry, my dear. Just trust me. Let go. You'll like it."
Then, to my utter shock and disgust, she reached out, her hand trembling, and hesitantly took his penis in her hand. She then slowly guided it to her mouth.
Arjun sir visibly relaxed and grinned.
He started to encourage her, his words a mixture of instruction and reassurance. "That's it… yes… like that… good girl…"
He reached for his phone on the nearby bed. "This is too good to miss," he announced. He began to record my mom sucking his dick.
My mother froze. "What are you doing? Stop it. I don't want to be recorded. What are you doing?"
Arjun sir merely smiled, continuing to film. "Relax, Sunita. This is our little secret. But a memory we can treasure…"
"No," my mother said, her voice trembling. "I'm married. I can't be recorded doing…doing this. It's wrong. It's something I'd never want anyone to see. My husband would never forgive me."
Arjun sir, his eyes fixed on the phone, said, "Shut up and continue. This isn't a discussion. You're doing it well. I don't want any interruptions. This is purely for my personal pleasure. Now, keep going."
His tone was dismissive, his words sharp and commanding.
My mother, clearly distressed, but seemingly unable to refuse, continued her sucking his dick up and down and spitting on it.
Dear friends, i am not sure if my mom watches porn but the way he was sucking his dick, you would think that she watches porn.
Arjun sir, meanwhile, encouraged her, but his words were laced with insults. "Faster you slut, harder… you're a clumsy cow. That's it, you’re almost there. Do it you whore"
Dear friends, you remember when Arjun Sir fucked Jaya and the way he used to call her nasty names? He is doing the same with my mom and I am loving it. I was actually rubbing my dick as he saying so.
"Stop calling me names," my mother protested, her voice tight with frustration.
"If you keep insulting me, I will stop. I refuse to be degraded while performing this act. I'm not some mindless object for your amusement."
Arjun sir snorted. "Fine, fine. Don't be so dramatic. Just focus. Forget my words. Unless you want to stop pleasing me."
He paused, then added, with a sly smile, "It's your choice. Continue, or you'll end up with far more consequences than just a few bad names."
My mother, clearly torn between her discomfort and her apparent inability to refuse, but this time, Arjun sir ordered her to look directly at the camera.
My mother, with a visible shudder, reluctantly complied, her gaze meeting the lens, her expression a mixture of shame and fear.
"Promise me," she pleaded, her voice barely a whisper, "that this video will never, ever be seen by anyone else. That it's only for you. I need your word on this, Arjun sir. I really do."
Arjun sir’s response was dismissive. "Of course, darling. What do you think I am, some sort of pervert who likes to share such personal videos? It's for my eyes only. Don't worry. I won't share this anywhere."
His tone was condescending and sarcastic. The promise felt hollow and insincere.
He then switched to a softer approach, his voice dripping with false concern. "There, there, my sweet. You're doing wonderfully. You're a natural. Keep going. Arrggh yes suck my cock like that ooh yesss", he groaned.
"You're so good. I'm so glad you're doing this for me. Sunita, I wish you were my wife, I think I will plan to marry you very soon”
His encouraging words were in stark contrast to his previous rudeness, yet equally manipulative.
I was shocked. My mother, usually so reserved and proper, seemed to actually enjoy the act. She was moving rhythmically, her movements becoming increasingly confident and practiced.
Dear friend, I don't blame my mom for all of a sudden enjoying sucking another man's dick. Why do I say so? Because first, my dad doesn't know most ways of pleasuring my mom.
And secondly, my mom already sucked the dick of Sir Suresh previously and she is used to doing this kind of dirty stuff.
Arjun sir, initially surprised by her unexpected proficiency, soon abandoned his insults, his attention solely focused on her performance.
"Wow, you slut" he muttered, impressed. "You're surprisingly a whore at this. You’re really good. I’m amazed."
After fifteen minutes of this, Arjun sir declared, "Lie down." My mother, her face flushed, obeyed without question.
He held his camera so tight on his hands.
"I’m…I’m not comfortable with this recording," my mother said, her voice strained. "It makes me uneasy and nervous. I don't understand the necessity of it, Arjun sir."
Arjun sir's response was curt and dismissive. "Shut up bitch and enjoy yourself. The recording is a testament to our shared pleasure. It’s a memory, darling."
"But is the recording really necessary?" my mother asked, her voice laced with desperation. "Isn't our…privacy enough? I mean, is it truly essential that you record this?"
"Necessary? Of course, it's necessary. It’s a reminder of our special moment together. This is proof. Now stop talking bitch and let’s get back to what we were doing."
He was ruthless and controlling, his words laced with a hint of cruelty.
"Please," my mother pleaded, her voice breaking. "Don't ruin my marriage. Please, Arjun sir, think of the consequences. This could destroy my marriage."
Arjun sir laughed, a harsh, unpleasant sound. "Marriage? There's nothing sacred about marriage, Sunita."
"All women cheat eventually. It’s human nature. You're no different." He was callous and unconcerned about the ramifications of his actions.
"No," my mother snapped back, her voice filled with unexpected defiance. "I’m not that kind of woman. I’m not some promiscuous woman who cheats. I have morals and integrity. I’m not like that.”
Her dignity shone through her fear.
"Shut up," Arjun sir snarled, his face darkening. "You’re already cheating. You're here with me, aren't you? You’re already betraying your husband and doing this for me."
"So, stop being such a whore.” His words were brutal and devoid of any empathy.
Arjun sir, without further preamble, pushed his penis into my mother’s pussy. My mother screamed, a sharp, involuntary sound that cut through the air.
"Wait!" she cried, her voice strained. "Wait! I…I wasn't ready. It’s… it’s too fast."
"Why are you screaming?" Arjun sir demanded, his voice rough. "We haven't even started yet. What's the matter? You're making too much noise bitch, you want Rajeev to hear us"
"It's… it's too much," my mother gasped, trying to catch her breath. "Go slower. Please… please go slower. I need time to adjust."
Her voice was laced with a mixture of fear and pain. She was clearly overwhelmed by the suddenness and intensity of the act.
Arjun sir, seemingly unfazed by her distress, adjusted his position. "Control your breathing you whore," he instructed. "And try to relax. It will be fine."
"But… but it hurts," my mother whimpered. "Please… please go slowly. I'm begging you. I really can't handle it." She tried to push him away, but his grip was firm. Her words were desperate, pleading.
With another thrust, his entire penis entered her pussy. "There we go," Arjun sir said, his voice devoid of any empathy.
He showed no sign of concern. He was clearly focused on his own pleasure. "See? It's not so bad. Relax, and let me take care of the rest."
My mother continued to scream, her protests muffled by his movements. "Why are you going so fast? Stop! It hurts! It's too much! Please be gentle stop recording aahahhhh!"
Her voice was filled with pain and desperation.
Arjun sir, irritated by her continued resistance, snapped back. "Stop shouting bitch! And look at the camera. This is important to get it right. I need a good view for the recording."
My mother, however, refused to look at the camera. Instead, she buried her face with her hands.
Overcome with a mix of pain and humiliation, she tried to shield herself from the ordeal. Arjun sir, growing impatient, pushed deeper into her, his movements now relentless.
"Relax," he said, his voice a strained whisper. "Just relax. Let go. It will be…better than you think. You’ll enjoy it. Your pussy is tight because your nonsense husband never fucks you right”
He tried to comfort her, but his words were devoid of sincerity. His attempts at reassurance seemed hollow and unconvincing.
"Please… please go slower aah ssh oooooooooohhhhh," my mother begged, her voice barely a whisper, interspersed with gasps and sobs.
"I… I can't handle this. I’m pleading with you, Arjun sir. Please… be gentle. Please… please… slow down."
Arjun sir ignored her pleas, his rhythm continuing unabated. His actions were uncaring, driven solely by his own desires.
"I will do what I want bitch. Just let go and enjoy this. Let me do what I have to do. Look at the camera now"
My mother’s screams were raw, guttural sounds of pain and anguish—a high-pitched wail that morphed into strangled cries, interspersed with whimpers and desperate pleas. The intensity of her cries spoke volumes about the agonizing experience.
"Why are you screaming like that?" Arjun sir asked, his voice tight with barely controlled annoyance. "It's not that bad. I know I make you scream more than your husband ever could. Admit it. Am I right?"
He paused, expecting a response. He seemed to relish her distress.
My mother, unable to speak coherently, continued to scream, her body writhing beneath him. "Aaahhh oohh oohh oohh aaahhh ssshhhh ooohhh"
She couldn’t answer. She couldn't respond.
Finally, Arjun sir’s conquest was complete. He pulled out, leaving my mother panting and exhausted on the bed.
"You make such interesting faces when you scream," Arjun sir said, a smug grin spreading across his face as he observed her from above.
He enjoyed her humiliation. He was completely uncaring and insensitive.
My mother, ashamed and mortified, mumbled, "Don't say things like that. Please. Just… don’t."
"Why not?" Arjun sir asked, his tone teasing. "It's just an observation. You should hear yourself.” His enjoyment and blatant disregard for her feelings was clear.
"Because… because it's embarrassing," my mother replied, her voice barely audible. "It's humiliating. It is degrading. It's just… too much."
The bed shook violently, a testament to the intensity of the encounter.
Then something happened.............
The three of us climbed into the Rolls Royce. The drive home was short, but Mom's worry was palpable. She sat beside Arjun sir in the front seat, her gaze fixed on the road ahead, her hands clasped tightly in her lap.
When we arrived home, Mom immediately got out of the car, her movements hurried, her eyes darting around as if she was half-expecting something. She turned to Arjun sir.
"Thank you, Arjun," she said, her voice sincere yet hesitant. "Thank you so much for everything. For helping Rajeev's father. For taking him to the hospital. You were so helpful",
Arjun just kept staring at my mom in lust.
"I don't know what we would have done without your help. You are such a good man, Arjun." Mom said.
Arjun sir smiled warmly, "It was my pleasure, Sunita," he replied, his voice smooth and even. A woman like you deserves all this and even more.", he said.
"Rajeev's father is a good man, and I wouldn't hesitate to assist anyone in need. Consider it a small gesture of my friendship. I'm always happy to help those close to me."
"Thank you, Arjun sir," I said, adding my voice to Mom's gratitude. "For everything. You really saved the day. You are a very kind and generous person to have done all this."
I offered my sincere gratitude, yet deep down, I was actually helping Arjun Sir in his evil plans of fucking my mom inside our house. Me and him are world renowned perverts with immorality.
Arjun sir responded with a gracious smile. "You're very welcome, Rajeev, you are like my son. I’m just glad I could be of assistance."
"Consider it my pleasure. I am always happy to help my friends, and always willing to contribute whenever I possibly can."
Dear friends, I actually wished that Arjun Sir was my dad. I love how he taught me the nice way of becoming a pervert. I love how he guided me to become a pervert.
I was tuned in to his way of choosing the path of forbidden things, being unholy and doing immorality things.
"Mom, see I have always told you that Arjun Sir is a good man," I told Mom as we walked towards the house. "He really helped Dad."
She looked at me with a gentle smile, her expression one of profound gratitude.
"Yes beta," she replied softly. "He is. He has a good heart." She said as she looked at Arjun Sir smiling.
"Mom, can I have the house key?" I asked. She gave it to me. I unlocked the door. “Arjun, please do come in. We’re happy to have you.”
As Mom walked ahead of Arjun sir, I saw him gaze at her big ass, his eyes lingering on the way her hips swayed, the subtle movement of her fat ass flesh.
Her body seemed to glide, her steps smooth and graceful, and her fat ass moved rhythmically with each step, her flesh gently undulating, jiggling slightly with each movement.
The way he was looking at her juicy ass, while licking his lips came across to me that he is really going to do something with my mom's ass tonight.
"Can I make you some coffee, Arjun?"
Mom asked, her voice polite but tinged with a slight nervousness.
She was offering a gesture of hospitality, a traditional way of showing gratitude and appreciation to those who have shown kindness or assistance.
Arjun Sir - "Yes, please,"
He replied, settling onto the sofa. He seemed relaxed, almost confident, and his smile seemed to broaden subtly as he surveyed the room.
Dear friends, I was proud of my mother. She always shows hospitality for people who helped her. She was kind and considerate. In fact this was one of the main reasons why my dad married her.
She was so kind, cultured and well behaved.
She was brought up well in a traditional ecosystem characterized by puritanical norms. But my dad doesn't know that the woman he thinks is well behaved already cheated on him and is now about to cheat on him twice.
That night I told my mom hurriedly that I am going to sleep, I wanted both of them to enjoy being alone.
"Alright, dear," Mom replied warmly, her voice soft and tender. "Sleep well. Thank you for everything, dear Rajeev, you are the best son"
Something told me that she didn't want to stay alone with Arjun Sir because she didn't trust him.
I left them in the living room. About an hour later, I peeked from the hallway. Arjun sir was sitting close to Mom, his arm casually dbangd around her shoulders, his hand gently resting on her back.
He was drinking coffee with my mom.
He seemed to be offering some words of comfort or reassurance, his manner calm and soothing.
"Your husband will be fine, Sunita," Arjun said softly. His voice was low, reassuring.
"He's in good hands. Just relax and let the medical professionals do their job. Everything will be alright, you have nothing to fear."
His tone was calming and considerate. He was constantly squeezing her hips. My mom, who was in need of comforting, didn't feel his touch was so touchy.
To my mom, what Arjun Sir was doing was normal to her because he was comforting her and telling her that my dad will be ok. So in her eyes, this seemed normal.
"Yes, but this illness… it always gets him," Mom responded, her voice laced with worry.
"It has happened several times before. This pain… it makes him so ill and so weak. I’m so very worried." She spoke in a concerned tone.
"I know," Arjun said, squeezing her shoulder reassuringly. "But he's getting the best possible care. He’ll be alright. Just trust me on this."
I watched Arjun sir. His hand moved from her shoulder to her sexy hips, his fingers gently caressing her, subtly squeezing, his touch almost imperceptible.
He was taking advantage of the situation, using his comforting words to gain physical closeness to my mom. This pervert man was really going to do something with my mom tonight.
"Sunita," Arjun said softly, leaning closer. "Let me take you to the bedroom. You look tired. You need to rest." His tone was gentle, his words calculated to appeal to her sensibilities.
"Thank you, Arjun," Mom replied, politely rejecting his offer. "But I'm fine here. I want to stay close by in case Rajeev’s father needs anything."
She was already becoming suspicious of Arjun sir. His closeness was making her slightly uncomfortable. She sensed that this man is about to seduce her.
"No Sunita," Arjun insisted. "You need to rest. It's late. You must be exhausted. Let me help you to the bedroom. You need to rest; you look absolutely worn out. Come with me, Sunita"
"I’m really alright, Arjun," Mom responded politely but firmly. "It’s very late and I’m not used to anyone staying here overnight. Perhaps you should head home."
Mom started becoming bold.
"You’re probably tired too Arjun, after all you've done today. You must be exhausted."
"Sunita," Arjun said, his voice now holding a hint of frustration. "Why are you chasing me away? I'm not leaving you alone here at night. You’re tired, and you need to rest. Let me help you."
His words conveyed concern, "I can even spend the night here", he said.
"I'm fine, truly," Mom insisted, trying to maintain her composure. "I'll be alright here. It’s not safe to be out at this time of night; you should head home."
Dear friends, you can clearly understand why my mom is insisting on telling Arjun Sir to go away. She was really not in the mood to be seduced.
And on the other hand, you can clearly see why Arjun Sir is insisting on taking my mom to the bedroom.
Arjun sir stood and began to pull Mom to stand. "Sunita, let’s not argue about this," he said, his tone firm but not unkind. "You need to rest. I insist that you come with me to the bedroom."
His actions displayed a determination to get his way, to achieve his goal. "But...", my mom started. "NO buts Sunita, just listen to me", Arjun Sir told her.
"Thank you, Arjun, for everything," Mom said, her voice soft, a nervous energy now evident in her manner. "Truly, I appreciate everything you’ve done."
I ran and peeked through the window. He was taking her to the bedroom. He locked the door.
"Why did you lock the door?" Mom asked, once they were inside the room. Her tone was apprehensive, a hint of unease in her question.
"So we can talk privately," Arjun said, his voice smooth, though his eyes were intent. "To talk about what?", mom asked.
"I wanted to get to know you properly, just you and me. I also want to ensure your privacy and comfort. I wanted to make sure no one disturbed us."
His response sounded deceptively plausible, but I knew better.
Mom sat on the bed, her body tense, her hands clasped in her lap. Arjun sat beside her, gently taking her hand. “Sunita, you’re so tired,” he said softly, his touch lingering on her hand.
Mom still thinks that Arjun Sir is just comforting her, not seducing her.
"Let me comfort you. You’ve been through a lot today. Let me help to make things easier for you." His actions seemed caring but held a subtle hint of control.
"I'm fine," Mom said, attempting to pull his hand away. "Really, I am. Thank you for your concern, but I’m alright now. Please you need to go home you know, to your wife"
Her tone was strained, trying to sound reassuring.
Arjun ignored her attempt to pull away. He continued to hold her hand, drawing her closer. "Let me comfort you, Sunita," he whispered, his voice laced with a subtle hint of possessiveness.
He leaned closer, and kissed her cheek. He was now too close to my mom.
Mom gasped, pulling away abruptly. "Arjun!" she exclaimed, her voice rising in anger and indignation. "Get out! Get out of my house, right now!"
Her voice trembled with a mix of shock, hurt, and anger.
"Why?" Arjun asked, his face unreadable, his tone deceptively calm.
"Because I know what you want!" Mom shouted. "I know why you were so kind today! It was all a pretense!"
Her tone was one of sharp, angry accusation. "You are a manipulative, self-serving man, and I see right through your calculated game! I was a fool to trust you."
Her anger and hurt were unmistakable, and she wasn't trying to hide them.
Dear friends, you remember when I told you that my mom needed a fresh start with my dad? That she needed to leave all her cheating past with Sir Suresh and become a good, cultured and loyal wife to my dad?
Remember when she told herself that she will never ever cheat on my dad again and never betray him after she cheated with Sir Suresh?
Then that is exactly what triggered her reaction towards Arjun Sir. She felt that Arjun Sir was a hindrance to her progress in becoming a loyal wife to my dad.
She felt that Arjun Sir was trying to make her do forbidden things.
All this while my dad was in hospital.
Arjun stood, his smile gone. "You're right," he said, his voice low and almost admiring. "I've wanted you since the first day I saw you Sunita. I’ve been fantasizing about this moment, about this opportunity."
Dear friends, the moment finally arrived! This was the moment Arjun Sir dreamt of. The chance to get my mom and him inside the house.
You are beautiful, Sunita. And I intend to possess you." His words were raw, he revealed his true colors to my mom. His pervert colors.
"Get out!" Mom screamed, her voice filled with disgust and revulsion. "Get out of my house, you disgusting man! Get out of my bedroom!" She was furious, her tone scathing and unforgiving.
"I feel so disgusted by you Arjun, if I knew the kind of person you were, I wouldn't even let you close to my husband."
"If you want me to go," Arjun said, his voice cold,, "then why did you accept the gift I gave you? The panties the bra? You knew what it meant, Sunita. You knew what I was hoping for."
He was attempting to shame her, to manipulate her, to break her will.
Dear friends, my mom's betrayal of my father runs deeper than just a misplaced acceptance of a gift. My mother, Sunita—a woman of faith, a pillar of strength in our family—accepted dirty gifts from Arjun Sir.
This is shattering of the principles she instilled in me, a betrayal of the values my father held dear. The fact that she accepted panties and bra as a gift already meant she destroyed her marriage.
And a blatant disregard for the religious principles that have always guided our family. Her cheating behaviour is profound. To see her, my devout mother, reduced to this shameful woman.
It was so naughty and hot to see, the woman who taught me right from wrong, has somehow lost her way. The whole situation is spiritually and morally reprehensible. She has become shameful.
And if my dad knew what kind of a woman he married, he will be in total shock. Trust me friends, my dad will be in total shock if he knew what my mom has been doing behind his back.
Mom stammered, unable to respond. She stared at the floor, her face burning with shame and confusion. She was speechless; unable to respond; unable to articulate her shock and disgust.
She looked down, her hands nervously fiddling with her clothing.
Arjun moved closer, taking her hands in his. "Don’t pretend, Sunita," he whispered, his voice dangerously low. "You know you crave a man like me. A man who can provide you with good sex, the luxuries you always desired."
My mom didn't move an inch.
Arjun sir continued, "I am a wealthy man. I can offer you security and security is priceless, Sunita. Leave your foolish husband. I will give you the kind of security that a man like me can provide.”
"I'm not a gold digger!" Mom said, her voice trembling. "I'm not some shallow brat who can be bought! Let me go! I don’t need your help; I don’t want it."
My mom regained her senses back temporarily.
"I don’t want anything from you!" Her voice trembled with a mixture of anger, shame, and desperation.
Arjun held her tightly, his grip firm and unyielding. "There's nothing wrong with wanting a good life, more money and sex Sunita," he whispered, his voice dangerously smooth.
"And I can give you everything you want. Let me show you. Let me take care of you."
His touch intensified, almost forceful, his grip possessively tight. He grabbed my mom and started kissing her lips.
A gasp escaped her lips, a mixture of surprise and… something else. The kiss was soft, exploratory, yet undeniably passionate.
"Sunita," he whispered, his voice low and husky. "I've… I've wanted to do this for so long. I really adore you Sunita"
She tried to pull away. "Arjun sir… this isn't right," she stammered, her voice barely audible. "We can't…"
"Can't what?" he challenged gently, his grip tightening ever so slightly on her hand. "Can't admit what we both feel? Can't acknowledge the undeniable chemistry between us? Sunita, look at me."
He tilted her chin up, forcing her to meet his gaze. "Don't you feel it too?"
"I…" she began, her voice trembling, "I don't know what to say. I want to be loyal to my husband. I try to be a good wife."
Arjun sir's expression softened. He cupped her face in his hands.
"Sunita, you are a good wife. A devoted wife. But being a good wife doesn't mean denying yourself pleasure, doesn't mean suppressing the desires of your heart."
"All good wives always have sex outside marriage, it is normal and acceptable behaviour baby", he told her.
Dear friends, I noticed that my mom all of a sudden started being innocent and not resisting. Was Arjun Sir actually telling my mom the truth to the extent that my mom knew he was saying the truth? Friends, for me, I started removing my cock and started rubbing it.
"Sharing your body with me Sunita doesn't destroy your loyalty to your husband. It simply… expands your experience, your understanding of yourself. It is not betrayal, it is fun"
He leaned in and kissed her gently on the lips. "It's about giving yourself permission to feel, to experience, to live fully."
Mpm pulled back slightly, his eyes searching hers. "Sunita," he murmured against her lips, his voice thick with emotion. "Your lips… they're like a princess, so perfectly formed, so exquisitely delicate."
He kissed her again, lingering longer. "I want to kiss you, my love. Let me…" Mom was trying to move away.
My mom's moans became more audible, a mixture of pleasure and apprehension.
She was caught between the thrill of the forbidden and the fear of the consequences. The weight of her actions pressed heavily on her.
"I… I can't," she whispered, her voice strained. "This… this isn't right." She came back to her senses again.
He turned my mom around so that he was facing her back.
Arjun sir's gaze drifted down, settling on my mom's big ass. "Sunita," he breathed, his voice thick with admiration, "your ass… they're magnificent. So full, so round, so…substantial. I've dreamt of them, you know."
My mom just stood there not knowing what do do because she accepted the gift of this man and now she can't turn back.
"I dreamed of the way the soft flesh of your ass would feel beneath my touch, the way they'd tremble slightly as you walked. The way they'd…respond."
My mom’s face flushed crimson. "Arjun sir, please," she whispered, her voice tight with discomfort. "Stop talking about me like that. I'm married. My body… is not yours."
"Sunita, my dear," he said, "it's precisely because you're married that you're so… tempting. Married women are the tastiest fruit, you see. The most forbidden are the most sweetest."
My mom just stood there listening as she started moaning as he started touching her.
"There's a thrill, a risk, the knowledge that you're betraying your husband is so good Sunita. Betray him Sunita, betray him because he will never know, let him lie in hospital."
He reached out, his fingers lightly brushing against her ass, feeling the soft jiggle of the fat. "My wife… she's a lovely woman, but she doesn't have big ass like yours. Yours are… magnificent."
He reached up, his fingers deftly unfastening her tight skirt, then her expensive watch. "Sunita," he said, his voice a persuasive, "just let yourself go. Accept this. It will be our secret. No one need ever know."
My mom stiffened, pulling away slightly. "I'm not that kind of woman, Arjun sir," she said, her voice firm, despite the tremor in her hands. "I can't… I won't."
Arjun sir, with a sudden, forceful movement, threw my mother onto the bed. "Spread your legs Sunita," he commanded. For a moment, she hesitated.
He leaned over, his hands roughly but efficiently spreading her legs wide, pinning them to the bed. With a swift, almost brutal movement, he ripped off her red panties, the silk whispering against her skin.
He was greeted by the sight of her tight pussy, it was fat; perfectly smooth, freshly shaved.
"Sunita," he murmured, his gaze fixated on her pussy. "This pussy of yours, this is exquisite. Such a perfect little hole." He leaned closer, his breath warm against her pussy surface.
"Let me taste it."
Before she could protest, his tongue darted out, tracing the delicate curve of her pussy, then probing gently into its depths.
A soft moan escaped her lips, "aaahhh noo please Arjun don't make me do this please aaahhhh" a mixture of surprise and something akin to pleasure.
Arjun sir’s tongue continued its exploration, circling and probing.
The sounds she made were barely audible at first, but grew into soft whimpers. "Aahh no please aahhh ssshhh oooohhh aaaauuuuhhhh .....aaaaaaiiiiiii ooooooooohhhh"
She instinctively tried to push him away, her hands clenching into fists, but his weight held her down.
She arched her back, attempting to create distance, but he was relentless. His tongue continued its exploration, circling, then moving up and down with a deliberate rhythm.
"Mmm," he murmured, his tongue pausing to savor the taste. "So sweet… so delicate." He moved his tongue slightly, teasing the sensitive skin surrounding her pussy and her clit.
"This is…better than I imagined."
He then abruptly shifted his attention, inserting a finger into her pussy, lightly tickling the sensitive skin.
My mother erupted in surprised moans. "Arjun sir! Stop that!" she gasped, her voice a mixture of amusement and protest.
"Why?" he asked, his voice laced with amusement. His finger continued its teasing exploration.
"It… it i don't know, i feel, something please just don't aaaahhhhhh!" she managed to say between bursts of moans. "And it's…it's wrong!"
Arjun sir swiftly turned my mother onto doggystyle, her body bending at the waist, her head bowed.
"Sunita," he whispered, his voice low and gravelly, "if I tasted the sweetness of your pussy, then I must taste your asshole as well. This hole… I know it stinks. You haven't bathed since Priya's birthday, have you?"
The implication was clear, and a wave of nausea washed over me. I couldn't believe he was actually going to sniff my mom's unwashed asshole.
Dear friends, actually my mom didn't bath all that time when we were at Priya's birthday. This means that even when she was dancing wit my dad, her ass was sweating.
And due to sweating, it must have made her ass stink so nicely. So Arjun Sir was actually going to smell all the shitty smell of my mom unwashed asshole. OOh this man is such a pervert.
My mother's voice was barely a whisper "Arjun sir… what are you doing? I… I feel nervous. What is this all about?" She knew exactly what he was about to do. Her nervousness betrayed her.
Arjun sir’s nose was pressed against her asshole. My mother jumped, a sharp gasp escaping her lips. The scent, heavy and pungent, filled the air. I winced. It really did smell like shit.
"Please Arjun, please, I have not washed that part, please don't do it", mom pleaded.
"Mmm," Arjun sir inhaled, "Smelly and sweaty smell of shit but that's what I like. That's what excites me, Sunita, I am glad you didn't take a bath, I love this shitty smell of your asshole"
Dear friends, I remembered I was a pervert just like Arjun sir because we both loved the smell of stinky assholes. It was a disgusting shared secret that made my stomach churn.
"aaahh ssshh oooohhh Arjun sir," my mother protested, her voice trembling. "Stop this. Please. I'm uncomfortable. This is… this is wrong on so many levels.", mom moaned.
"I can't believe you are actually doing this. This is beyond bizarre."
"Nonsense, Sunita," he replied, his voice almost affectionate. "The stinky smell of a woman's asshole, especial when unwashed, feels good. You wouldn’t understand."
He started to insert his tongue, circling around the opening of her unwashed stinky asshole.
My mother jumped, her body tensing. "Stop this disgusting act! This is… this is wrong. Stop it, please!"
I noticed some dark hair at the edge of her asshole, a further indication of how unwashed and smelly her asshole was.
I couldn’t believe he was actually doing this. I was disgusted, even though a perverse part of me, a part I hated, was…intrigued.
Arjun sir continued licking the hole which my mom uses to shit.
"My, my," he murmured, his voice barely audible. "So… pungent. So… earthy. This is…wild. It's wonderfully wild." Arjun Sir said.
My mother, mortified, squirmed and tried to pull away but couldn't escape his grasp.
"Stop it," she pleaded again, her voice choked with embarrassment. "This is humiliating. Please…stop."
Arjun sir, apparently unfazed by her discomfort, continued his offensive exploration. "This is… exhilarating. The sweat, the shitty smell… it's all part of the experience. It only heightens the pleasure."
He said as my mom continued moaning.
"You're beautiful, Sunita. Even if your asshole stinks like shit. I love this shitty smell and stinky"
He finally pulled back, and he moved, climbing onto the soft bed. He looked at my mom panting. "Now, Sunita," he said, a different tone in his voice. "Remove my trouser. You know what comes next."
My mother's face paled. "No," she whispered, her eyes wide with fear. "Please, don't make me…taste that. I can't."
Arjun sir chuckled, a low, knowing sound. "Oh, but you will. Your hesitation only proves that you already know. You knew what I was going to do, didn't you? From the moment we began?"
"This is wrong," my mother insisted, tears welling up in her eyes. "I’m a religious woman. I can’t do this."
"Religious? Nonsense," Arjun sir scoffed. "There is nothing wrong with an extramarital affair. Sometimes, betraying your husband is the only way to truly experience life."
He reached down, pulling down his trousers. When he finally removed it, his cock sprang free. It was undeniably large, significantly bigger than Sir Suresh's.
My mother saw it and stared, her eyes widening in astonishment. She knew, instinctively, it was bigger. Much bigger.
"Astonished?" Arjun sir smirked, watching her reaction. "Thinking? Hesitating? Don't overthink it, Sunita. Just… enjoy it. You look so stunning. It’s like it’s made for you."
My mother stammered, "I… I can’t do this. It’s…it’s too big. I… I can’t."
He leaned in, his voice a low murmur. "Don't worry, my dear. Just trust me. Let go. You'll like it."
Then, to my utter shock and disgust, she reached out, her hand trembling, and hesitantly took his penis in her hand. She then slowly guided it to her mouth.
Arjun sir visibly relaxed and grinned.
He started to encourage her, his words a mixture of instruction and reassurance. "That's it… yes… like that… good girl…"
He reached for his phone on the nearby bed. "This is too good to miss," he announced. He began to record my mom sucking his dick.
My mother froze. "What are you doing? Stop it. I don't want to be recorded. What are you doing?"
Arjun sir merely smiled, continuing to film. "Relax, Sunita. This is our little secret. But a memory we can treasure…"
"No," my mother said, her voice trembling. "I'm married. I can't be recorded doing…doing this. It's wrong. It's something I'd never want anyone to see. My husband would never forgive me."
Arjun sir, his eyes fixed on the phone, said, "Shut up and continue. This isn't a discussion. You're doing it well. I don't want any interruptions. This is purely for my personal pleasure. Now, keep going."
His tone was dismissive, his words sharp and commanding.
My mother, clearly distressed, but seemingly unable to refuse, continued her sucking his dick up and down and spitting on it.
Dear friends, i am not sure if my mom watches porn but the way he was sucking his dick, you would think that she watches porn.
Arjun sir, meanwhile, encouraged her, but his words were laced with insults. "Faster you slut, harder… you're a clumsy cow. That's it, you’re almost there. Do it you whore"
Dear friends, you remember when Arjun Sir fucked Jaya and the way he used to call her nasty names? He is doing the same with my mom and I am loving it. I was actually rubbing my dick as he saying so.
"Stop calling me names," my mother protested, her voice tight with frustration.
"If you keep insulting me, I will stop. I refuse to be degraded while performing this act. I'm not some mindless object for your amusement."
Arjun sir snorted. "Fine, fine. Don't be so dramatic. Just focus. Forget my words. Unless you want to stop pleasing me."
He paused, then added, with a sly smile, "It's your choice. Continue, or you'll end up with far more consequences than just a few bad names."
My mother, clearly torn between her discomfort and her apparent inability to refuse, but this time, Arjun sir ordered her to look directly at the camera.
My mother, with a visible shudder, reluctantly complied, her gaze meeting the lens, her expression a mixture of shame and fear.
"Promise me," she pleaded, her voice barely a whisper, "that this video will never, ever be seen by anyone else. That it's only for you. I need your word on this, Arjun sir. I really do."
Arjun sir’s response was dismissive. "Of course, darling. What do you think I am, some sort of pervert who likes to share such personal videos? It's for my eyes only. Don't worry. I won't share this anywhere."
His tone was condescending and sarcastic. The promise felt hollow and insincere.
He then switched to a softer approach, his voice dripping with false concern. "There, there, my sweet. You're doing wonderfully. You're a natural. Keep going. Arrggh yes suck my cock like that ooh yesss", he groaned.
"You're so good. I'm so glad you're doing this for me. Sunita, I wish you were my wife, I think I will plan to marry you very soon”
His encouraging words were in stark contrast to his previous rudeness, yet equally manipulative.
I was shocked. My mother, usually so reserved and proper, seemed to actually enjoy the act. She was moving rhythmically, her movements becoming increasingly confident and practiced.
Dear friend, I don't blame my mom for all of a sudden enjoying sucking another man's dick. Why do I say so? Because first, my dad doesn't know most ways of pleasuring my mom.
And secondly, my mom already sucked the dick of Sir Suresh previously and she is used to doing this kind of dirty stuff.
Arjun sir, initially surprised by her unexpected proficiency, soon abandoned his insults, his attention solely focused on her performance.
"Wow, you slut" he muttered, impressed. "You're surprisingly a whore at this. You’re really good. I’m amazed."
After fifteen minutes of this, Arjun sir declared, "Lie down." My mother, her face flushed, obeyed without question.
He held his camera so tight on his hands.
"I’m…I’m not comfortable with this recording," my mother said, her voice strained. "It makes me uneasy and nervous. I don't understand the necessity of it, Arjun sir."
Arjun sir's response was curt and dismissive. "Shut up bitch and enjoy yourself. The recording is a testament to our shared pleasure. It’s a memory, darling."
"But is the recording really necessary?" my mother asked, her voice laced with desperation. "Isn't our…privacy enough? I mean, is it truly essential that you record this?"
"Necessary? Of course, it's necessary. It’s a reminder of our special moment together. This is proof. Now stop talking bitch and let’s get back to what we were doing."
He was ruthless and controlling, his words laced with a hint of cruelty.
"Please," my mother pleaded, her voice breaking. "Don't ruin my marriage. Please, Arjun sir, think of the consequences. This could destroy my marriage."
Arjun sir laughed, a harsh, unpleasant sound. "Marriage? There's nothing sacred about marriage, Sunita."
"All women cheat eventually. It’s human nature. You're no different." He was callous and unconcerned about the ramifications of his actions.
"No," my mother snapped back, her voice filled with unexpected defiance. "I’m not that kind of woman. I’m not some promiscuous woman who cheats. I have morals and integrity. I’m not like that.”
Her dignity shone through her fear.
"Shut up," Arjun sir snarled, his face darkening. "You’re already cheating. You're here with me, aren't you? You’re already betraying your husband and doing this for me."
"So, stop being such a whore.” His words were brutal and devoid of any empathy.
Arjun sir, without further preamble, pushed his penis into my mother’s pussy. My mother screamed, a sharp, involuntary sound that cut through the air.
"Wait!" she cried, her voice strained. "Wait! I…I wasn't ready. It’s… it’s too fast."
"Why are you screaming?" Arjun sir demanded, his voice rough. "We haven't even started yet. What's the matter? You're making too much noise bitch, you want Rajeev to hear us"
"It's… it's too much," my mother gasped, trying to catch her breath. "Go slower. Please… please go slower. I need time to adjust."
Her voice was laced with a mixture of fear and pain. She was clearly overwhelmed by the suddenness and intensity of the act.
Arjun sir, seemingly unfazed by her distress, adjusted his position. "Control your breathing you whore," he instructed. "And try to relax. It will be fine."
"But… but it hurts," my mother whimpered. "Please… please go slowly. I'm begging you. I really can't handle it." She tried to push him away, but his grip was firm. Her words were desperate, pleading.
With another thrust, his entire penis entered her pussy. "There we go," Arjun sir said, his voice devoid of any empathy.
He showed no sign of concern. He was clearly focused on his own pleasure. "See? It's not so bad. Relax, and let me take care of the rest."
My mother continued to scream, her protests muffled by his movements. "Why are you going so fast? Stop! It hurts! It's too much! Please be gentle stop recording aahahhhh!"
Her voice was filled with pain and desperation.
Arjun sir, irritated by her continued resistance, snapped back. "Stop shouting bitch! And look at the camera. This is important to get it right. I need a good view for the recording."
My mother, however, refused to look at the camera. Instead, she buried her face with her hands.
Overcome with a mix of pain and humiliation, she tried to shield herself from the ordeal. Arjun sir, growing impatient, pushed deeper into her, his movements now relentless.
"Relax," he said, his voice a strained whisper. "Just relax. Let go. It will be…better than you think. You’ll enjoy it. Your pussy is tight because your nonsense husband never fucks you right”
He tried to comfort her, but his words were devoid of sincerity. His attempts at reassurance seemed hollow and unconvincing.
"Please… please go slower aah ssh oooooooooohhhhh," my mother begged, her voice barely a whisper, interspersed with gasps and sobs.
"I… I can't handle this. I’m pleading with you, Arjun sir. Please… be gentle. Please… please… slow down."
Arjun sir ignored her pleas, his rhythm continuing unabated. His actions were uncaring, driven solely by his own desires.
"I will do what I want bitch. Just let go and enjoy this. Let me do what I have to do. Look at the camera now"
My mother’s screams were raw, guttural sounds of pain and anguish—a high-pitched wail that morphed into strangled cries, interspersed with whimpers and desperate pleas. The intensity of her cries spoke volumes about the agonizing experience.
"Why are you screaming like that?" Arjun sir asked, his voice tight with barely controlled annoyance. "It's not that bad. I know I make you scream more than your husband ever could. Admit it. Am I right?"
He paused, expecting a response. He seemed to relish her distress.
My mother, unable to speak coherently, continued to scream, her body writhing beneath him. "Aaahhh oohh oohh oohh aaahhh ssshhhh ooohhh"
She couldn’t answer. She couldn't respond.
Finally, Arjun sir’s conquest was complete. He pulled out, leaving my mother panting and exhausted on the bed.
"You make such interesting faces when you scream," Arjun sir said, a smug grin spreading across his face as he observed her from above.
He enjoyed her humiliation. He was completely uncaring and insensitive.
My mother, ashamed and mortified, mumbled, "Don't say things like that. Please. Just… don’t."
"Why not?" Arjun sir asked, his tone teasing. "It's just an observation. You should hear yourself.” His enjoyment and blatant disregard for her feelings was clear.
"Because… because it's embarrassing," my mother replied, her voice barely audible. "It's humiliating. It is degrading. It's just… too much."
The bed shook violently, a testament to the intensity of the encounter.
Then something happened.............
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