Adultery My Shy Mom Seduced And Fucked by Sir Suresh

[nadia]

CONTINUATION






I woke up the next morning and went to the sitting room. Mom wasn't there, not at her usual spot, cooking. Of course how could she wake up after Arjun Sir fucked her the whole night?


I knew where she was, so I went directly to her bedroom, knowing Arjun Sir had spent the night there, enjoying her holes, especially her asshole.

I knocked on the door, and after a moment, Mom opened it, still wearing her satin dress from the previous evening.

Mom - "Good morning, beta. Mujhe umeed nahi thi ki tum itni subah uthoge. Kya tum achhi neend le paaye?"
("Good morning, beta. I didn't expect you to be up so early. Did you sleep well?")

Me - "Subah khair, Maa. Main theek thaak soya, lekin main soch raha tha ki aap kahan thi. Maine aapko kitchen mein nahi dekha."
("Morning, Mom. I slept okay, but I was wondering where you were. I didn't see you in the kitchen.")

 I replied, trying to sound casual despite the heavy feeling in my stomach.

Mom - "Oh, main... main bhi abhi uthi hoon."
("Oh, I… I just woke up myself.")

she said, avoiding my gaze. There was a noticeable nervousness in her demeanor that she usually didn't display.

Me - "Raat kaisi thi, Maa? Aapne achhi neend li?"
("How was your night, Mom? Did you sleep well?")

I asked, trying to keep my tone light, despite the suspicion forming in my mind

Mom - "Thik thi... shukriya."
("It was… fine, thank you.")

She shifted her weight from one foot to the other, and her eyes darted away from mine, as if seeking an escape from my gaze. 

Mom - "Sab thik hai na, beta. Chinta mat karo."
("Everything is alright, beta. Don’t worry.")

Me - "Arjun Sir kahan hain?"
    ("Where's Arjun Sir?")

 I asked, trying to keep the question casual, despite the obvious answer. I knew he'd spent the night in her room.

She hesitated, her eyes widening slightly. 

Mom - "Wo subah jaldi nikal gaye. Unhe ek bahut zaroori meeting thi."
("He left early this morning. He had a very important meeting.")


"Are you absolutely sure, Mom?" I pressed gently, my voice expressing my doubt. "He didn't mention anything to me last night, and it seems awfully early for him to be gone."

"Yes, I'm sure," she said, her voice firmer this time, but her eyes still betrayed her nervousness. 

"He left before I even woke up. He didn't want to disturb me. He's very considerate, you know." She forced a smile, but it looked strained.

The room still was still smelling like of mom's shit from yesternight. This is because Arjun Sir didn't wash his dick which was dirty with mom's shit. 


She stinky shitty smell hung heavy in the air, a silent testament to their night together. It was almost suffocating.

"Okay, Mom," I said, trying to sound unconcerned, but my voice trembled slightly. 

"I’ll go get some breakfast at a restaurant then." I needed to get out of the house. I couldn’t stand to be around the overwhelming evidence of their affair any longer.

"No, beta, please wait," she pleaded, her voice laced with desperation. "I’ll make you breakfast. Just give me a few minutes to get myself ready."

"It's okay, Mom. Really," I insisted gently. I knew I had to leave her with Arjun Sir, to allow them to continue their illicit affair without my being present. 


"Please, beta," she persisted, her voice trembling slightly. "Please stay. I’ll make you something nice. I’ll even make you your favorite pancakes."

"It's okay, Mom," I said softly. "I'll be back later. I'm going to see Dad at the hospital." I wanted to leave before the situation became even more unbearable.

"Yes, alright," she said, seeming relieved. "I'll go see your father later too, in a few minutes. I just need to… tidy up a bit first."

"See you at the hospital then, Mom," I said, offering a small, strained smile. "Take care."

"You too, beta," she whispered, her eyes brimming with unspoken emotion.

I went to a restaurant and then headed to the hospital to see Dad. On my way, I heard someone calling me and then a car horn. Looking up, I saw Sir Suresh's car. He was waving me over. 

I didn't believe it was him. I wondered what is he doing in Pune.

"Hello, beta!" Sir Suresh greeted me enthusiastically, a bright and unexpected cheerfulness in his voice. "How are you, my boy? It's been too long. How's your mother doing?"

"Hello, Sir," I replied, my voice a little more subdued than usual. "I'm fine, thank you. And Mom is… fine." I felt a deep-seated unease.

"It's good to see you, beta," he continued, his tone warm and friendly. "Nice to see you. I have some news, you see, some interesting developments in my business."
 
"When did you get back to Pune, Sir?" I asked, my curiosity piqued. His return seemed unexpectedly swift.

"Just yesterday evening, beta," he replied, his smile widening. "Had a rather urgent business trip, you see, something that simply couldn't be delayed. Needed to get back as soon as possible. But the business is settled now." 

He seemed almost overly eager to explain.

“I would be delighted to explain as I have a lady friend I'd like you to meet." His voice made it sound more than "a lady friend."

As I stood outside his car, I saw a woman sitting beside him in the car. She was strikingly beautiful, with elegant features and captivating eyes, looking to be around 30 years old.

"Ah, beta, this is Hareeta," Sir Suresh said, his tone now more formal, introducing the woman with a flourish. 

"Hareeta, this is the son of my old friend. A fine young boy, he is, a true credit to his family. You can call him Rajeev." He seemed proud to make the introduction.

Hareeta was undeniably beautiful. Her features were exquisite, her smile radiant, and her manner was both elegant and welcoming. She radiated confidence and charm. She was around 40 years of age.

"It's a true pleasure to meet you, beta," Hareeta greeted me warmly, her voice soft and melodious. 

"Sir Suresh has told me so much about you and your family. He is a good friend and always speaks fondly of you." She reached out to shake my hand. Her touch was confident, warm, and somehow reassuring.




"The pleasure is all mine," I replied, slightly flustered by her beauty and grace. "It's… unexpected to meet you, madam." I felt my cheeks redden under her captivating gaze.

"Please, call me Hareeta," she said, smiling gently. "And tell me about yourself, beta. What do you do? Are you studying?" She was remarkably engaging.

"I'm studying," I replied, happy to be distracted from my concerns. "And you, Madam, Hareeta? What brings you to Pune?"

"I'm visiting my husband, a very short visit," Hareeta explained. "Sir Suresh has been most kind in giving me a ride to the airport. I have a flight this afternoon."

"Ohh that's nice. What about you sir! Are you going home, Sir?" I inquired, my mind still attempting to process the unexpected encounter.

"No, beta. Not quite yet, I don't have plans yet" Sir Suresh chuckled. "Hareeta here is actually the wife of Arjun Sir, and she's going to meet him. You remember Arjun Sir, my boss right?" he asked me.

"Yes yes, I remember", I replied.


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Dear friends, at last, I got to see the wife of Arjun Sir and she is quite beautiful too. She looks quite young too despite her 40 years of age.




"It was a pleasure meeting you both," I said, wanting to disengage from their vague conversation before the awkwardness grew too heavy. I needed to get to Dad.

"Are you sure you don’t need a lift, beta?" Sir Suresh asked, his tone polite but firm. 

"Yes, Sir. I’m quite sure. I prefer to walk. Thank you," I replied, anxious to escape the situation. Something told me that something was going on between Hareeta and Sir Suresh.

Before I left, Hareeta reached into her purse and produced a large, beautifully wrapped chocolate. It was quite expensive-looking, unlike any chocolate I had seen before.

"Here, beta," she said, offering it to me with a warm smile. "A small token of our unexpected meeting. It’s my favorite kind. I hope you enjoy it."

"Oh, thank you, Madam," I said, taking the chocolate. "That’s very kind of you. It’s a pleasure to meet you, too."


Dear friends, have you noticed the word "chocolate" featuring in this story coincidentally? At first, the word chocolate appeared when Arjun Sir explained to me that Jaya's shit, which covered his dick, was chocolate.

And secondly, Hareeta giving me chocolate bar as a gift. What does this mean? Well it's you friends to figure it out.



"The pleasure was all ours, beta," she said, her smile warm and captivating. "We look forward to meeting again. Goodbye."

With a final wave, Sir Suresh and Hareeta drove away, leaving me more confused than ever. 

Their secretive conversation, their mysterious relationship, and the expensive chocolate were all unsettling. My mind raced as I continued my walk to the hospital.

After I walked a few meters, just then, I accidentally looked behind me and I saw both of them parked just outside a grand hotel. Both of them exited the car and I saw them entering the hotel together. 

I didn't bother much of their meeting, I just assumed it was related to business.



As I walked, my phone rang. It was Arjun Sir.

"Hello, beta," he greeted me, his voice smooth and confident, yet a sinister undercurrent ran beneath his words. "Good morning beta, I wanted to check in on how you are doing."

"Hello, Sir," I responded, trying to keep my tone neutral. "I'm fine, thank you. Did you… enjoy your night with my mom?" I asked, unable to keep the question back.

"Immensely, beta," he replied, a smug satisfaction in his tone. "Your mother is… remarkable. She's vibrant, passionate, and full of life. She brought me incredible joy." 

His words were a nauseating testament to his disregard for my family.

"What are you doing now, Sir?" I asked, trying to maintain a calm facade that I did not feel.

"Well, beta," he said, a slyness underlying his words. "I was hoping for another… fucking session… with your mother this morning, before I go for business meeting" 

His casual reference to my mother was appalling.

"But she must be exhausted," I said, my voice rising slightly. 

"Hahahahah! How can you even consider that, sir? She needs rest. You were fucking her the whole night. She may be tired or even need some time to recover." I couldn't help but express my astonishment.

"It's not about strength, beta," he said dismissively. "It's about the sheer vitality and energy that your mother possesses. She re-energizes me, gives me new life. I love her so much and her sweet holes" 

His self-absorbed perspective made me want to scream.

"Enjoy yourself, then," I said, my voice dripping with sarcasm, unable to hold back my contempt.

"I intend to, beta," he replied, his voice laced with a disturbing confidence.

I hung up, feeling a wave of nausea wash over me. I knew my mother was completely under his sway, and there was nothing I could do to stop it.





At the hospital, I found Dad in his ward.

"Dad!" I greeted him, trying to keep the turmoil in my heart hidden. "How are you today?"

"Hello, beta," he replied, looking pale and weary. "I'm… okay. But I'm worried about your mother. I tried calling her last night, but she didn't answer. I was worried something was wrong." 

His voice was tinged with concern, worry and even a hint of fear.

"She might have been sleeping early," I said weakly, unable to bring myself to tell him the truth. The lie felt heavy on my tongue, and I wanted to tell the truth, but I knew what he might do.

"That's unusual," he said, his brow furrowed in concern. "She always calls me before she goes to bed. It’s our little ritual. It always makes my night a little less lonely." 

He paused, his eyes clouding with sadness. "It was a bit of a cold night, maybe she was just tired." His voice implied a deeper worry.

"Maybe she was just very tired," I suggested, hoping he wouldn't press further. "I'll call her. I'm sure everything is okay."

"No, let me call her," he insisted gently. "I want to hear her voice. I need to know she's alright." His voice was laced with a worried plea.

I felt a knot of dread tighten in my stomach. I knew what Arjun Sir is fucking my mom now. 

I tried to dissuade my father, to suggest waiting a little longer, but my voice caught in my throat. Some instinct told me to let it happen, to let my father hear for himself.

Dad dialed Mom's number. At first, no one answered. He tried again.

"Why isn't she answering?" Dad muttered, anxiety evident in his voice. His eyes were full of worry and a growing fear that something is happening. 

He tried again. This time, Mom picked up. He immediately put the phone on speaker.

"Hello?" Dad's voice was full of concern and a hint of desperation. I could feel his growing concern through the phone.

I heard my mother's voice, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps. Her voice was strained, and there was an obvious tremor.

"Hello? Sunita, can you hear me?" Dad asked again. His voice was filled with a pleading worry.

" Aaahh sshsh ooohh Yes," she replied, her voice a barely audible whisper. 

Her tone was strained and uncomfortable, leaving no doubt in my mind that Arjun Sir was fucking her. The sounds in the background only added to the dreadful tension in the room.

"Hello? Is everything alright, my love? Can you hear me?" Dad asked again, his voice filled with a growing alarm.

"Oohh please not in my backhole aaahh......yes my love Arvind I can hear you," she replied again, her voice barely audible, even more strained than before. 





"Are you sure you're alright, Sunita? You sound… uncomfortable," Dad said, his voice laced with concern.  "Is there anything I can do to help?"

"Yes, I'm fine, dear, Aaahhh sshh ooooohhhh" Mom replied, her voice still slightly strained. "Just a little… exercise. Nothing to worry about. It's nothing serious. It will be gone soon." 

She sounded unconvincing.

Suddenly, Mom blurted out, "Please, Arjun, don't force it in that hole, please not in the back again please!" She forgot herself that she was speaking to my dad, a slip of the tongue that exposed her deceit.

"Arjun?" Dad asked, his voice sharp with sudden suspicion. "Is Arjun there with you, Sunita?" He sounded bewildered and worried. The words hung in the air, heavy with unspoken implications.

Mom faltered, caught completely off guard. She scrambled to recover, her mind racing to concoct a lie. "Yes… yes, he is," she stammered, her voice betraying her nervousness. 

"He's aahhh sshhh,,,oooh.. wait.. he is helping me with my exercise. He's giving me a ways to do it. That's all." Her explanation was weak and improbable, far too flimsy to be believable.

"Helping you with your exercise?" Dad questioned, his voice laced with a mixture of suspicion and confusion. "By… forcing something in?" He was struggling to understand. 

"What exactly is he forcing in, Sunita? What are you talking about? hehehehehe, you are really funny my love" His worry was visible in his questioning tone.

"It's… it's a special kind of exercise," Mom said, her voice trembling slightly. "A traditional… Indian exercise technique. He knows what he's doing. It's nothing improper, I assure you." 



Dear friends, I knew Arjun sir was fucking my mom in the ass, that was the real exercise they were doing. And my dad is laughing thinking that everything is fine.

This man Arjun was just in love with my mom's stinky asshole he fucked it last night and he is fucking it right now in the morning. That is the reason why my mom said to Arjun Sir "please not in the back".

But my dad doesn't know that his wife's asshole, which he never used, was now being used by Arjun Sir. Friends, I was sure my mom's asshole was loose by now. It is no longer tight. It was used so much.




She tried to sound convincing, but she lacked conviction. The obvious lie did not sit well with her, but she continued to attempt to conceal the truth.

"I'd like to speak with Arjun, I miss him" Dad said, his voice calm but firm. "I respect him greatly. He is my very good friend." 

There was a slight pause, followed by the rustling sound of bedsheets and muffled whispers between my mom and Arjun Sir.

"Yes… yes, of course,aaaahh sshhh ooohh" Mom replied, her voice barely a whisper, punctuated by rapid breaths. Her words were strained and clearly fabricated.

Arjun Sir, his voice panting, answered the phone. "Hello… Arvind?" he greeted Dad, his voice out of breath.

"Hello, Arvind," Arjun said, still panting. "I'm… I'm fine, thank you. How are you feeling today? I hear you're recovering." His voice was disjointed, struggling to maintain its composed pretense.

"I'm okay, my friend," Dad replied, his tone still cautious. "But… you seem out of breath. Are you alright?" His question held concern, but also a hint of suspicion.

"Oh, I'm perfectly fine, Arvind," Arjun Sir replied confidently, attempting to conceal his actions of fucking my mom. He was actually breathing fast because he was sodomizing my mom. 

"I've just… been exercising. A bit of a strenuous workout. I was just helping Sunita with her workout as well." He laughed nervously.

"Exercising?" Dad inquired, his suspicion growing. "You're helping Sunita with her workout? It’s really commendable of you, my friend, to help your friend’s wife in such a manner."

I could hear my mom moaning, and the bed shook slightly. The sounds could be heard through the phone.

"Yes, aaarhhhh sshh ooohhhhhh, yes Arvind," Arjun Sir responded, his words punctuated by strained breaths. "Sunita's been feeling a little… stiff, you know. aaarrghghh ooohhhh"

"And this little exercise helps to relieve her discomfort. She's a bit…enthusiastic, perhaps too enthusiastic for her own good." He chuckled again, this time nervously.

"She sounds rather… breathless and her screams, hehehehe, she doesn't really exercise that much," Dad commented, a hint of amusement in his voice. "Is she… perhaps… overdoing it?"

A sharp thap thap thap sound, like flesh hitting against flesh, came through the phone. I knew he was fucking my mom's asshole so fast and hard and also rapid like yesternight.

"What's that sound, Arjun?" Dad asked, his voice now tinged with alarm.

Arjun Sir let out a short, slightly nervous laugh. 

"Oh, that's nothing, Arvind, aaahh saarrgghhh " he chuckled. "Just… uh… some… enthusiastic… movements your wife is making" His voice was far too casual given the sounds he could not conceal.

"Your wife is really nice in giving me her....back...backho...I mean her expression of good exercise", Arjun sir said. He almost forgot himself.

Mom suddenly snatched the phone from Arjun Sir. Her voice was tight with panic.

"My love… I have to hang up," she screamed, her voice laced with terror and a desperate need to end the call.

"Sunita? What's wrong? Why are you screaming, is the exercise so much?" Dad asked, instantly alarmed. His concern was genuine and apparent in his voice. He was completely oblivious to the truth.

"Aaahhh aaahhhh It's… it's nothing, dear," she said, her voice still trembling. "Arjun… just… startled me. I'm… really fine." She quickly hung up, cutting off the conversation abruptly.

Dad looked at me, his expression a mixture of confusion and unease. "Was Arjun… doing exercise with your mother before you left the house?" he asked, his eyes searching mine.

"Yes, Dad," I replied, my heart heavy. "They were… busy." I couldn’t bring myself to use the word ‘intimate’. I let the unspoken implications hang in the air.

"Busy?" he repeated, his voice thoughtful. "Well, that explains it, I suppose. Arjun’s a good man. A very responsible fellow." 

He seemed completely oblivious to the depth of Arjun’s betrayal. He was praising a man who was having an affair with his wife.

I stayed with Dad for a while before heading off to Arjun Sir's house. He'd told me Priya would be home alone. Priya, Rahul's girlfriend, and the object of my forbidden desires.

I rang the doorbell. Priya opened the door. She still didn’t seem to like me, still harboring resentment for our past encounter.

"What do you want?" she asked, her voice curt and unfriendly. She made it clear she did not want to see me.

"I miss you," I said, "I just wanted to see you." My words felt lame and unconvincing even to me. "It’s been too long."

"I’m not interested," she retorted, her tone cold and dismissive. "I don't have time for this, and you know that." She seemed resolute in her rejection.

"Priya," I pleaded, "it's not fair to keep me outside like this. Let me in. Please." My voice held a desperate plea.

She seemed to hesitate, her gaze flickering for a moment. “Fine,” she sighed. “But on one condition: you don't touch me.”

"Okay my love," I said quickly, eager to accept her terms.

She unlocked the door, and I stepped inside. She immediately locked it behind me. 

She was wearing a white home dress that ended just above her thighs, revealing her long, shapely legs. I couldn’t help but admire her figure. She was undeniably attractive.




She headed straight towards her bedroom.

"Hey, Priya," I called after her, "why are you running away? Why are you leaving me alone in the sitting room?" My tone was a little bolder now.

"What do you want?" she asked, her voice still sharp, but a hint of curiosity now mixed with the annoyance. Her defensive stance was starting to crumble.

"I want to be with you," I replied. "I want to talk to you, to spend some time together." I said, trying to sound genuine.

"I'm reading," she said curtly, not even looking at me as she went to her bedroom. "I'll be in my room. If you'll excuse me." She clearly was trying to avoid any intimacy.

"I'll come with you then," I said, starting to follow her. My heart pounded with anticipation.

"No, don’t," she warned again, her voice tighter, her apprehension obvious. "I mean it. Don't come near me." She sounded almost afraid.

"Okay," I replied, but I couldn’t help but stare as she walked, noticing her thick, muscular ass. Today, I thought, I’m going to fuck that asshole for the first time. I want her to shit on my dick.

Today, I will have her, I thought, my intentions hardening. Even if I have to force my dick inside her asshole. I know she will not accept it but I must fuck her asshole.

I must follow the orders of Arjun Sir, the father of Priya, who told me to fuck his daughter in the ass.

The forbidden affair was going to happen, regardless of her wishes. I’ll force my way into her ass, even if it's by force, I vowed silently. My desire now overshadowed any pretense of respect for her boundaries.