Adultery My Shy Mom Seduced And Fucked by Sir Suresh

[nadia]

CONTINUATION








"Come on, Sunita," Arjun sir instructed, lying down on the bed. "Get on top of me. Ride me." My mother didn't protest. 

There was no going back. She knew she had crossed a point of no return. Her earlier hesitation and moral reservations had completely dissolved.

"Wait," my mother said, her voice a little breathless. "Stop recording me. Please."

Arjun sir raised an eyebrow. "Why? What's wrong?" He sounded amused, not at all perturbed by her request. 

"I…I don't want to be recorded," my mother stammered. "It's… embarrassing. I'd rather this was our....I want it just between us please" 

Her tone was shy, almost childlike. It was a stark contrast to the confident woman who was now actively participating.

Arjun sir kissed her lips softly, he placed his phone facedown on the nightstand. "Happy now?" he murmured. My mother nodded, a small, almost shy movement.

She then climbed onto him, with a slight adjustment, she guided his penis into her pussy, and began to move rhythmically, up and down.






"Good girl," Arjun sir murmured, his voice laced with encouragement. "You're doing great Sunita. You're incredibly good at this. You're a a good slut." 

He reached up, gently cupping her breasts. "And your breasts… they're so soft. So smooth against my hands."

"Don't… don't pinch my nipples," my mother said, a little breathless. 

She could still feel herself falling deeper into this illicit act. She pushed away slightly to protest, but his grip was firm. She was still unsure if she was enjoying this.


Dear friends, my dad was in hospital for the second time not knowing that his wife is being fucked and cheating on him for the second time. It was so hot.



My mother’s movements became increasingly energetic. She was now really jumping up and down on his dick, his dick going deep inside her pussy, her passion taking over. 

She was completely lost in the experience. She seemed to have forgotten that she was cheating on my dad, consumed by the act. "Yes…yes…ooh yes aah fuck m ee aaahhh yess fuck mee aaoaaah aahhh yessssss ooooohhhhhh" she moaned.


Her words barely audible above the rhythmic sounds of the bed.

Arjun sir was clearly surprised by my mother’s enthusiasm. "Wow," he exclaimed. "I didn't expect this. You're really enjoying this, aren't you? You're amazing! You are talking dirty and I like it" 

He continued to encourage her, his words however, were laced with insults. 

"Faster… slut… that’s it… you’re so good, my little whore. Ride it like you want it so much, betray your husband who is in hospital
" He paused. "Do you like it when I call you names like slut and whore?"

My mother didn’t reply. She was lost in the moment, her body moving with increasing fervor. "Aaahhh Arjuuuunnn aahhh aaahhhh ssshhh oooooooohhhh"



Arjun sir, holding her big ass, assisted her rhythm, aiding her up and down movements. Her body was shaking with passion. She was moving so fast the bed was shaking. 



She was completely lost in this cheating sex, completely immersed in the moment. She had forgotten that she was a wife and mother, a woman bound by culture and tradition. She was now Arjun sir’s woman, completely transformed.


Dear friends, Arjun Sir was right, cheating sex is the best because it is so hot. This is because my mom knows that she is doing adultery and cheating on my dad but yet she is enjoying sex with another man and moaning.



"I’m… I’m about to cum," Arjun sir announced after 22 minutes of fucking her pussy, his voice tight with anticipation. To my shock and Arjun Sir's shock, my mother replied, "Cum inside me please, aaahh yesss cum inside me."


Dear friends, I didn't believe my mom was telling another man to cum inside her. I didn't believe this. My mom totally changed. She became shameful. She was no longer religious, she was not a slut of Arjun Sir.

How in the world can she tell another man to cum inside her when her husband is in hospital? Wooow! My mom really changed to a slut, I don't want to say slut but I have to. She was so shameful.


Arjun sir was clearly taken aback. "Are you sure?" he asked, his voice incredulous. "You really want me to cum inside you?"

My mother, her eyes closed tightly, nodded vigorously. "Yes," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "Please… please do it inside. I want it inside me." She was begging for the release, her desire palpable.

Arjun sir, still surprised, gave a warning. "I'm going to… I'm going to cum now." With a final, forceful thrust, he released his semen inside her pussy.

I heard a loud groan from Arjun Sir, "aarrggghhh ooh Sunitaaaa my love I am cumming aaaarrrgghhh"


I knew, without a doubt, that he had fulfilled his intention. "I… I can feel it inside me," my mother whispered, her voice laced with a mixture of surprise and pleasure. "You really filled me up you pervert"

"I'm so glad I cummed inside you my love, it felt so good," Arjun sir exclaimed, his voice filled with unexpected delight. My mother leaned over and kissed his head.

My mother got off him and collapsed onto the bed, both of them breathing heavily, their bodies flushed and sweating.  My mom came beside him, and kissed his lips.






After a few minutes, my mother got up and went to the bathroom. When she returned, Arjun sir asked, "Did you enjoy it, Sunita?"

My mother nodded.

"With words, darling," he insisted. "Tell me with words. Don't just nod."

"Yes," she replied, her voice still slightly breathless. "Yes, I did. But you are so crude"

They rested for a bit like 10 minutes and this man Arjun Sir wasn't finished with my mom yet.

"Good girl," Arjun sir said, a predatory gleam in his eyes. "Now, let's try your other hole." He showed her that he had already achieved another erection. His banana was hard, ready for his next conquest.


"Sunita," he called, using my mother's name with a playful lilt, "this charmingly beautiful asshole of yours needs some love."

"And why is that, Arjun?" she asked, her voice laced with gentle curiosity. 

She knew exactly what he meant, this man was going to fuck her asshole. I couldn't wait to see that fat ass which stinks, being used.

"Because," he declared with a grin, "I've fallen head over heels for its unique smell. It's got life, Sunita, real life. And I intend to make full use of this wonderfully ass of yours" 

Arjun, still smiling, leaned closer, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "Now, tell me, Sunita," he said, a playful glint in his eyes, "has this stinky asshole of yours ever been fucked before?"

"Arjun!" my mom exclaimed, she started resisting. "It's disgusting. The thought alone is enough to make me shudder. Besides, it would be far too messy." 


Dear friends, one thing for sure is that my mom really didn't like a dick in her asshole. You remember how she screamed when Sir Suresh fucked her asshole for the first time? Now Arjun Sir's dick is even bigger than Sir Suresh's.

So what does this mean? That dick of Arjun Sir will really stretch her asshole and she will scream really at the top of her voice.




Arjun raised a skeptical eyebrow. "Are you sure, Sunita? Positive? You wouldn't be lying, would you? I know you have a certain… fondness for taking risks, especially in your asshole" 

He knew she was lying, and the knowledge added a thrilling edge to their game. He knew that the sexy fat ass of my mom could never be left un-fucked.

"No, Arjun. That hole has remained untouched, please don't. I am not that kind of a woman. I am not ready please Arjun." My mom pleaded

I understood why my mother lied to Arjun. She didn't want him to think she was the kind of woman who’d let other men use her sacred asshole. She wanted Arjun Sir to think that she was a holy woman.

The truth was far more complex, a tangled mess of desires and guilt that she kept carefully hidden.

Arjun’s smile faded, his expression hardening slightly. "Sunita," he said, his voice low and commanding, "get on your knees." His tone held no room for argument.

"Arjun, no! Please, I’m not ready, not tonight" she pleaded, her voice trembling slightly. She knew what he wanted, the unspoken request hanging heavy in the air.

Arjun’s gaze remained unwavering. "Not ready? Why not? You've been anticipating this, haven't you, Sunita? We both know it. You knew very well that you only give your asshole to anyone who is special to you" 

"And I know I am special for you Sunita, so turn into doggystyle now", Arjun Sir demanded.


My mother wrung her hands. "Not for tonight Arjun It's… it's just… I…I don't feel like I am ready" 

She couldn't seem to find the words to express the conflicting emotions that warred within her.

Arjun's expression softened a fraction. "Sunita," he said, "for me to use your asshole, you don't need to be ready. It's about letting go, surrendering your asshole to me just as how you did with your pussy." 

Arjun reached into his trousers, producing a small bottle of oil. "I am always prepared," he murmured, a hint of a smirk playing on his lips. "Always have the right lubricant for that asshole of yours." 







"Sunita," Arjun continued, his voice low and intimate, "many men have desired to fuck your asshole, you know that?. They've all been captivated by its generous fatness." 



 He began to apply the oil to her asshole, his touch surprisingly gentle, rubbing the oil up and down on her asshole, slow strokes.

My mother jumped, a small, involuntary gasp escaping her lips. 

The coldness of the oil, the unexpected intimacy of the touch, it was… electrifying. 

"Why the jump, Sunita?" Arjun asked, his voice a low murmur, his eyes fixed on hers. 

"It's… cold, the oil" my mother managed to whisper, her voice trembling slightly.

Arjun chuckled softly. "Relax, Sunita," he said, his voice soothing. "I’m going to make you happier than your husband ever could. That husband of yours should just stay in hospital" 

His words were a bold promise, laced with a confidence that was both intimidating and strangely alluring. 

"A woman like you," he murmured, his voice low and intense, "shouldn't be satisfied only halfway. Every inch, every area… nothing should be left untouched." 


A sharp cry escaped my mother's lips. "Ouch!" she gasped, as Arjun Sir inserted his finger insider her asshole

"My love," Arjun said, his voice softening slightly, "let me do this slowly." 

He adjusted his position, his fingering gentler now, his movements deliberate. He enjoyed controlling the pace, fingering in and out of her asshole with his index finger.

"Slowly," my mother whispered, her voice barely audible.

"It's just my finger darling, you’ll be happy by the end of this night," he whispered, his words promising pleasure. 

"I'm better than your husband, Sunita. I’ll make you feel like a woman again after I fuck your asshole" 




"Spread your asscheeks baby," Arjun commanded, his voice low and firm. My mother, her infidelity a shameful secret, reached behind her and spread her asscheeks as instructed. 

The act was a stark betrayal, a visual representation of her disloyalty to my father.





"Like that," Arjun said, his voice unwavering. "And don't you let go. Hold it open for me, Sunita." His tone was a mixture of instruction and a subtle assertion of dominance.

"Yes," my mother whispered, a strange mixture of apprehension and eagerness coloring her voice. She knew she was doing something wrong, yet the forbidden thrill propelled her forward.



Dear friends, I watched, my disbelief palpable. My married mother was willingly submitting to this man, engaging in an act that violated the sanctity of her marriage. 

This was a violation of everything I had ever known about family, about trust, about the very foundations of my life. The scene seared itself into my memory.



Arjun began pushing his dick inside her asshole. The illicit affair had begun, the transgression unfolding before my very eyes.

"Sunita," Arjun asked,, "why are you pushing your asshole out? This isn't your first time, is it?" Arjun Sir asked her.

My mother winced, her breath catching in her throat. "It's my first time but… it's just… too big," she managed to whisper, her voice trembling. "I can't… I can't take it." 

Shame and fear battled with a strange sort of arousal. This forbidden act held a terrible allure.

"Relax, Sunita," he murmured, pushing gently but firmly. "It's alright. Just let go. Trust me. It'll feel good, I promise. I must fuck your asshole" He attempted to soothe her with words.

He started pushing inside her asshole again.

My mother's short gasps filled the air, aahhh oooh sshhh aaaaaaaaaaahhh", a mixture of pain and suppressed pleasure. "Take it slow," Arjun said, his voice softening. "Slowly now." He paused, giving her a moment to adjust.

"But it's so big," my mother protested, her voice strained. "I can't take it slow. It's… overwhelming." The size was indeed a significant factor in her discomfort. 

Arjun, understanding her struggle, offered reassurance. "Even the largest dick can go inside your asshole baby," he murmured, his words a blend of encouragement and a subtle reminder of his dominance. 

"Just relax, Sunita. Let yourself go."

My mother, unable to bear the pressure, began to shift forward, still on her knees.

"Sunita," Arjun said, "Stop moving. If you keep shifting, I'm going to have to do this the hard way." 

Her movements were hindering his efforts, adding to his frustration. He needed her to remain still, to cooperate.

With a powerful thrust, he pushed it in deep inside her asshole. His entire dick slid inside in one swift movement. 

My mother, drenched in sweat, screamed, "AAAAHHHH ARJUNNNNN OOOOOOOOHHHHHHH NOOOO NOOOOOOOOO NOOOO AAAAAAHHH"






"It's in, Sunita, just look at the camera" Arjun said soothingly. "It's all the way in. You don't need to scream." He attempted to comfort her, to calm her down.

My mom started to obey Arjun Sir and she started looking at the camera as he started fucking her asshole, her stinky asshole.

"I… I can't take it," my mother managed to choke out, her voice barely a scream.

Arjun congratulated her. "You did it, Sunita. You endured it. You're amazing. All women who take it in the ass are the real queens." 

"But… it hurts, aahh aahh sssshhh oooohhh Arjuuuunnn!!!" my mother pleaded, her voice laced with genuine pain. 

"Can we… can we pause for a little while?" She needed a moment to adjust, to reconcile the physical sensations with the emotional turmoil.

Arjun, his own pleasure building,  "We cannot pause, once we start, we don't go back Sunita. Don't worry about the pain, Sunita. It’ll pass. Just relax and let me… work with you." 

He attempted to reassure her, but his words lacked conviction. He knew it was hurting her.

He started fucking her very fast.




I understood that the size of his dick was a significant factor in her distress. It was simply too much for her.

"I can feel your asshole sucking my dick inside baby ,aaooohggh your asshole is so warm," Arjun murmured, a hint of excitement in his voice. 

"Even with how tight it is, it feels amazing." He was enjoying the intensity of the sensation of my mom's asshole.

My mother continued to moan, her body trembling. She instinctively tried to move again, her body seeking relief from the overwhelming sensation.

"Sunita," Arjun said, his voice firmer now. "I told you not to move an inch. Stay still." He needed her cooperation.

"I… I can't help it, aaaahh aaahhhhh " she whispered, tears welling up in her eyes. "It's… it's too much. I can't withstand it." The physical sensations were unbearable, pushing her to her limits.





I had never heard my mother shout so this much. The sound was raw, unrestrained. The forbidden act had pushed her to the very edge.

"Sunita," Arjun said, a hint of annoyance in his voice, "tone it down. It's bothering me. Stop shouting like a slut, you bitch" His own pleasure was being disrupted by her intense reactions.

"I'm sorry," my mother gasped, her voice strained. "But you have to understand… it hurts… it’s so…huge" She struggled to find the words to express the intensity of her sensations.

"Sometimes," Arjun said, a strange glint in his eyes, "those screams are music to my ears and big dick like mine are what women want, I know you don't want a small dick however much religious you are isn't it Sunita?" 

He began to move back and forth, slowly at first, then gradually increasing the pace. "Do you like it, Sunita?" he asked, his voice low and intimate. "Do you like my dick inside your smelly asshole?"

"No," she gasped, her voice barely audible. "Slow down… please slow down…" The intensity was overwhelming her.

"My dick will start smelling dirty and stinky just like your asshole" Arjun chuckled, finding amusement in her constant requests. " I have to do it fast baby, t's part of the fun, isn't it?"

"It's… it’s just too much, aaaahhh ooooooohh sssshhh oooh noo ooo aah" my mother managed to say, her voice choked with emotion.

"Shut up bitch, spread your asscheeks wide with both of your hands" Arjun Sir shouted at her

"Ok ok ok ok sorry aaaahhh ok but please....ahhh" mom replied.

He held her big ass to steady himself, his hands gripping her flesh as his dick dug deep inside her smelly asshole. 

He was mesmerized by the way her ass jiggled as he moved. I too, noticed it. Arjun, despite the illicit nature of their encounter, seemed genuinely captivated by my mother.





"I love how your big ass jiggles, Sunita, you are so wonderful," Arjun murmured, his eyes fixated on her body. "Push yourself back onto me." He wanted to deepen the penetration.

"I… I can't," my mother gasped, her voice strained. "I’m… I’m too… too… overwhelmed" She struggled to find the words to explain her physical limitations.

"Why not?" Arjun asked, his voice a mixture of curiosity and frustration.

"I’m… I’m too sore, I feel sore" she whimpered. 

Arjun, impatient, took matters into his own hands. He held her fat ass firmly, and began to move back and forth, his movements rapid and forceful. 

The pace was relentless. I couldn't believe my mother asshole was being fucked so rapidly. It was a scene of utter violation and forbidden pleasure and formidable anal sex.

My mother’s gasps and shouts filled the room, a cacophony of pain and a strange, unsettling pleasure. 

The act was a stark transgression, a blatant violation of her marriage vows. The scene was deeply disturbing, yet undeniably compelling.



"Arjun," my mother gasped, her voice breathless, "I need to go to the bathroom. It's urgent. I can't hold it any longer." The words were a desperate plea, interrupting the rhythm of their illicit encounter.



Dear friends, when my mom was begging Arjun Sir to go to the bathroom, I knew she wanted to shit. She couldn't stand the huge dick inside her asshole. The big cock of Arjun Sir was making her wanting to shit.

My father lay in the hospital, oblivious to the betrayal unfolding in our home. And the person betraying him is non other than the only woman he ever trusted all his life, my own mom.




"I… I really need to go to the toilet please," my mother stammered, her voice strained. The urgency was palpable; a physical need overriding the intense sensations of the moment. 

I suspected her shitty fluids from her asshole were coating Arjun Sir's dick. I knew thing were now getting really dirty back there although I didn't see it because from where I was watching from, mom was facing me.

So I didn't get to see how things were dirty between her asshole and Arjun Sir's dick. 


"Don't be embarrassed if your lovely shit coats my dick Sunita," Arjun said, his tone laced with a strange, detached amusement. 

He seemed to find perverse pleasure in the shitty anal sex, and even this unexpected interruption. He relished the forbidden nature of their encounter.

"Just… let me go, please" my mother pleaded, her voice strained. The religious beliefs that once governed her life seemed utterly absent in this moment of illicit pleasure. 

But Arjun, the man who had stolen my father’s wife, refused. "No," he said, his voice low and possessive. "I want to smell that stinky shit of yours, I want it. It adds to the experience." 

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. His words were degrading, a violation of everything I held dear. My mother's body, her intimacy, was being reduced to a source of crude pleasure for this man.

The betrayal of my father was profound.

"It's… it's disgusting," my mother protested, her voice filled with revulsion. "It's not… it's not something to be… enjoyed. It's unhygienic and disrespectful." 

She tried to express her discomfort and disgust, the violation of her own sense of decency.

Arjun chuckled, a low, rumbling sound. "I'll teach you about dirty things, Sunita," he said, his voice smooth and condescending. "Sometimes, being clean is just boring. It's about embracing the raw, unrefined shit." 



Then a heavy, stinky odor of my mom's shit filled the room, a sickeningly sweet stench that hit me with full force. 

I knew then, with sickening certainty, that she was shitting during anal sex and she couldn't control her anus opening. Her shit was just coming out because Arjun Sir's dick was stretching her asshole.

"I can see your brown shit, Sunita, keep shitting on my dick while I fuck your asshole baby aaarrggh yes yes keep going, spread your asscheeks more yes like that aarrrgghh" 

Arjun said, his voice devoid of any empathy. He seemed almost gleeful, as if the act itself was enhancing his enjoyment. He clearly reveled in her discomfort and shame.

"Please… stop this dirty activity aaahhhhhh aaahhhhh," my mother pleaded, her voice laced with embarrassment and genuine distress. She was clearly uncomfortable, ashamed, yet trapped in this shitty scenario.

I saw her sweating and her body trembling. Her desperation was heartbreaking. "Please… I beg you… let me go, aarrghh aarrgghh aaaaahhhh" she moaned, her body was betraying her shame.




The disloyalty was complete, the betrayal absolute. My mother, my father’s wife, was here, cheating on him while he lay sick in the hospital. 

And yet, for some perverse reason, the shit smell, sickening odor seemed to excite Arjun further. The situation was utterly disgusting.

"But it's sweet, Sunita," Arjun said, his voice low and seductive. "The smell of your shit it’s intoxicating. It's a good fragrance. Without you shitting on my dick, I cannot enjoy fucking your asshole" 

He justified his actions, rationalizing his cruelty, using words to diminish the violation.

My mother moaned, gasping for air. "Aaaahhh aahh ah h ah oooohhhh You're out of your mind," she whispered, her voice filled with a mix of revulsion and a strange, forbidden pleasure. 

I knew the bed was going to break under the weight of the intense, uncontrolled movements. 

My mother, in her desperation, was oblivious to everything else. My father’s illness, his vulnerability – it meant nothing to her in this moment. She was entirely consumed by the illicit affair with Arjun. 

The betrayal was complete.

The room was now really smelling of my mom's brown shit. My mother was clearly uncomfortable with the smell of her own shitty secretions. 

The scene was utterly smelly and I was enjoying it while rubbing my dick.






After exactly forty minutes of Arjun Sir relentless fucking my mom's asshole, I heard him, the man engaged in this illicit affair with my father’s wife, announce, 

"Sunita, I'm about to release. I am going to cum in your asshole baby, aarrgh be ready aaahh" 


His voice was strained, a mixture of exertion and anticipation. The air was thick with the shitty stinky but sweet smell of my mother’s shit.

To my astonishment, my mother begged him, "Just finish, Arjun. Please, just finish it. I’m so tired, so utterly fed up with this whole thing. This smell… this sticky mess… I can’t take it anymore." 


She was clearly exhausted, both physically and emotionally, overwhelmed by the act and the lingering, sickening odor.

"I want to go to the bathroom," she continued, her voice strained. "I need to clean myself. Just get it over with, please." 

Her desperation was palpable. The forbidden act, initially exciting, had become a source of profound discomfort.

The scene, despite its illicit and unsettling nature, was strangely exciting to me. 

I couldn’t understand why. Perhaps maybe Arjun sir taught me this dirty and pervert activity. Whatever the reason, I found myself strangely captivated.

"It's coming, aarrghh I am about to cum baby aaahh Sunitaaa Sunitaaaaaaa," Arjun grunted, his breathing ragged, his voice thick with exertion. 

He was gaining momentum, nearing his release. His breaths were short, sharp gasps, punctuated by grunts of effort.


Dear friends, with each stroke, he was pushing his dick deeper into the depths of my mom's asshole, he was really going deep inside her asshole. Actually, that is why she was shitting.

This is because his dick was so long and it was reaching her anus, where her shit are stored and it was pumping and digging that region. Oohh this is soo good and shitty.

 


Their bodies hit against each other with a rhythmic force, a collision of flesh and sweat. His groin hitting against her ever-shaking fat ass.


Then, with a loud, guttural sound, he cummed inside her asshole. He looked up at the ceiling, grabbing my mother’s wide asscheeks, letting out a series of muffled noises. 

"Arrgggh Sunitaaaaaa!! I am cummmiinnnggagg inside your asshole"

My mother gasped, “Oh God…” The sound was a mixture of pain, relief, and a strange, unsettling pleasure. "Arrrggghh I am cumming Sunitaaa aahhh yess this is soo good aaahhh"

Arjun Sir groaned. My mom then replied with a moan, "aaaaahhh aahhhh aaahhh ssshsh ooooooohh"

"Sunita tell me where my cum is going aaaahhhh", Arjun Sir asked my mom.

"Stop aaahhh stop asking me this stupid questions just finish Arjun please", my mom replied.

"Answer me bitch, now! Where is my cum going", Arjun Sir asked again.

"Aaaah in my ass,,, your cum is in my asshole" My mom replied.



Dear friends, just look at what kind of a person my once religious mom has been turned into.




He quickly removed his dick after depositing his cum inside her shitty asshole. It was coated, thick with her shitty secretions; a disturbingly visceral testament to their forbidden encounter.

Arjun, looking down at his dirty stinky cock, exclaimed, "Wow. I didn't expect that much. You really shitted on my dick you slut oohh but it is so good and smelly, you are the best my love, Sunita, I love you" 

"You are so beautiful Sunita and also your brown shit on my dick is as well beautiful"


His surprise was evident, a mixture of shock and a perverse kind of excitement. The sheer amount of her shit coating him was unexpected.

My mother, turning back to look at the mess she has done on his dick, her face flushed with shame, mumbled, "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to, I warned you Arjun" The guilt was etched onto her face. 

Arjun, dismissing her apology, said, "Go. Run to the bathroom. You've been wanting to for ages." He didn't appear to find her shame at all disturbing



My mother, scrambling off the bed, ran to the bathroom. 



As she ran, some of her shit, escaping her loose asshole, fell to the floor, creating a sticky trail. The sight, somehow, filled me with a strange, unsettling excitement. I couldn't explain the feeling.

Arjun, sitting up on the bed, clearly exhausted, shouted, "Sunita, bring me some water after you finish shitting!"

"Wait," I heard my mother reply from the bathroom. "I need to take a bath first."

I was shocked that Arjun didn’t even bother to clean himself. His cock, still slick with my mother’s shit, lay beside him. 

The lingering, smelly odor filled the room. I couldn’t understand his apathy; his lack of concern for basic hygiene was repulsive. The entire scene was sickening.


Dear friends, if I am following Arjun Sir's behaviour, does it mean  I will also do this shitty stuff with Priya?



I saw some of my mom's shit on the bedsheet. My mother, the woman who once held strong religious beliefs, the woman who had betrayed my father, emerged from the bathroom with a glass of water. 

She saw Arjun still lying there, his dick unwashed, coated in her shit.

"Arjun," she said, her voice tight with disgust, "you really should wash yourself. That's… that’s just disgusting." She was clearly uncomfortable with the situation. She was still ashamed of her own actions.

Arjun, stretching lazily, responded, "I want to sleep like this. Let the scent remind my time with you." His words were callous, revealing his dismissive attitude toward hygiene and the seriousness of the situation.

My mother was shocked. "No," she insisted. "You absolutely cannot sleep like that. It’s unsanitary. At the very least we must change the bedsheet, we cannot possibly sleep here like this." 

She still held a sliver of her moral compass. The act of betrayal was complete, yet she still seemed to hold on to a fraction of her sensibilities.

"That's what married couples do," Arjun said, a smug grin spreading across his face.

"I'm not your wife," my mother retorted sharply, her voice filled with a newfound defiance. 

"Soon, you will be," Arjun replied, his tone confident, bordering on arrogant. The words were audacious.



"At least change the bedsheet," my mother insisted, her voice laced with desperation. "We can’t possibly sleep in this mess." Her shame was profound. 

Arjun Sir telling her that she should sleep with her with her shit on his cock.






Arjun simply woke up, took the glass of water from her hand, and drank it down in one gulp. He held her hand, attempting to pull her closer. My mother quickly jerked her hand away.

"Don't touch me," she snapped, pulling her hand away. "Go wash yourself. And then, you need to leave my house" 

The finality in her tone shocked me. She seemed angry.

"Leave?" Arjun roared, his voice explosive. "What? After all this… the intimacy, the connection…?" He clearly hadn't anticipated her sudden change of heart.

"Go to the bathroom and wash yourself," my mother repeated firmly. She even tried to pull him toward the bathroom, but he pulled her back onto the bed. The bed was a sticky, disgusting mess of chocolate.

"This," Arjun exploded. "This is your mess Sunita. We should embrace this mess. We should challenge ourselves to sleep like this tonight. To create a bond." He seemed obsessed with the "mess" they had created.

"No! This is your fault," my mother sobbed, her voice breaking. "You’re the one who has done this to me. You’ve corrupted me." She blamed him for her illicit behavior.

"Nonsense," Arjun retorted. "You're the one who sought this out, who craved this. YOu are the one who accepted the panties and bra I gave you as a gift, you whore!" He attempted to shift the blame back onto her.

I looked at his dick, still stinky with mom's shit, and couldn't believe he was actually considering sleeping like that. I couldn't believe the depths of depravity Arjun had dragged my mother into. 

He grabbed my mom and forced her to sleep with her in that dirty bed and his dirty dick.

The woman I knew to be religious, the woman who held strong moral values, was now going to sleep in filth. The sight was deeply disturbing, a stark representation of the moral decay that had taken over her life. 

It was a complete loss of her identity, of her principles, of her very self. The thought chilled me to the bone. The religious woman I once knew seemed to have completely vanished. This was a different woman entirely; someone lost and broken.


In the morning................................