Adultery My Shy Mom Seduced And Fucked by Sir Suresh

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CONTINUATION



((FOR THOSE JOINING THIS STORY FOR THE FIRST TIME, THIS SECTION IS WHERE ME, MY MOM AND DAD ATTENDED ARJUN SIR, (MY MOM'S LOVER) AND HIS WIFE, HAREETA'S ANNIVERSARY))

MAKE SURE YOU READ EACH PARAGRAPH WORD BY WORD IN ORDER TO UNDERSTAND THE CHARACTER'S BEHAVIOR AND THEIR THINKING.



My father commented, "This is a lovely anniversary celebration you've put together, Hareeta and Arjun. The arrangements are impressive; you've created such a warm and inviting atmosphere for your guests." 

"Thank you, Mr. Arvind," Hareeta replied graciously. "We wanted to make it a special occasion, a celebration of our twenty-four years together. We've always considered family to be very important"

"And we wanted to share this milestone with those closest to us. Especially you since you are the closest family to ours", Hareeta said.

Arjun added, "It’s been quite a journey, hasn’t it? Lots of ups and downs, but we’ve always been there for each other." He was obviously aware of the undercurrents in the room but chose to ignore it.

My mother, however, couldn’t resist a cutting remark, "Twenty-four years. It must be wonderful to achieve such longevity in a marriage. It is something to aspire to." 

The subtle sarcasm was evident.


Dear friends, it was crystal clear my mom wanted Arjun for herself, to replace Hareeta in his life. 

My mom, the woman who raised me, who instilled in me strong moral values, is now actively trying to break up a happy marriage of Hareeta. 

I'm struggling to reconcile that my mom, is now I knew with the deceitful, envious person she has become. 

I simply can't believe my own mother could stoop to this level of cruelty and deception. Did Arjun influence her?




Hareeta, ever diplomatic, smoothly changed the subject. "Priya, our daughter, is around somewhere. We should introduce you to her."

Arjun chuckled. "Actually, we’ve already met Priya. Remember, Mr. and Mrs. Arvind? She was here few days ago."

My father affirmed, "Yes, I do remember. She served us tea, a charming young girl."

"When was that?" Hareeta asked, puzzled.

"A couple of days ago," Arjun replied, clarifying. "We had a short chat with her at that time. A very brief encounter, only a few minutes. But enough to confirm that she was indeed a charming young girl."

My mother added, "Yes, she was absolutely lovely. A very pretty and gracious young girl. She seems to have her mother’s good manners and warmth." 

She sought to regain some control over the conversation and the situation. She was still trying to manage the undercurrents of her own conflicted feelings and jealousy.

"I should go and greet her again," I announced, hoping to alleviate the tension. "I’d like to congratulate her parents properly. She was so gracious earlier."

"Okay, but don’t wander too far," my mother cautioned, ever watchful. "Sunita, relax," Hareeta chuckled gently. "Let Rajeev enjoy the party. He should socialize freely and meet other people."

My mother reluctantly agreed. "Alright, alright. But please, be careful Rajeev"





I approached Priya. She was gracefully attending to the guests, her movements efficient and effortlessly charming. 

She was dressed in a long, bright grey outfit, that hugged her figure. She was stunning, radiant in her beauty. I felt a surge of intense admiration.














JUST LOOK AT HER ROUND ASS. I CAN'T BELIEVE I FUCKED THIS ASS OF PRIYA UNTIL SHE SHITTED ON MY DICK.





















"Hello Priya, congratulations to your parents on their anniversary," I said, approaching her.

"Thank you so much Rajeev," she replied with a bright smile. "It's wonderful to see you here."

"I'm very happy for them. They seem wonderfully happy together."

"They are," she smiled. "They’ve had their challenges, of course, but they’ve persevered and grown stronger through the years."

"You know," I began, emboldened by a sudden rush of feelings, "one day, I hope to celebrate my own anniversary, just like them."

Her eyes widened slightly. "Do you mean...you intend to marry me?" she asked, surprise evident in her voice.

"Yes Priya, you know I loved all your holes, and how tight they are" I said firmly. "I'm serious, Priya." I had to tell her that I was serious, despite the potential problems that might arise.

"But…Rahul," she whispered, a frown creasing her brow. "My boyfriend, Rahul. He would be terribly hurt. I don't want to hurt him, Rajeev, what we did is wrong and it should end"

"You shouldn't let him dictate your happiness," I stated, my tone earnest. 

"You should be with someone who truly makes you happy, someone who respects you and cherishes you. And that person is me" I wanted her to understand that her happiness should be the priority, not Rahul's feelings.

"I know," she agreed softly. "But I don't want to hurt him. He's been a good friend. I don't want to hurt the feelings of someone close to me."

"Priya," I replied, trying to calm her down. "You already hurt him on your birthday; that night that you enjoyed with me. We are meant to be Priya, can't you see?"

Her eyes flashed with anger. "We shouldn't even be talking about this," she hissed, her voice sharp. "It was a mistake. A mistake made out of curiosity, confusion, and intoxication."

"It was not a reflection of my true feelings for him. It doesn’t change the fact that I have feelings for him, and I don't want to intentionally cause pain.", She added.

She was deeply upset, the memories of that night stirring up conflicting emotions. But for me, that night when I fucked her inside Arjun Sir's Rollys Royce will forever be imprinted in my brain.

"Why not?" I pressed, pushing gently for her to express her feelings.

"Because," she said, her voice trembling slightly, "because it was a moment of weakness, a mistake. It doesn’t define my feelings for him, or change the kind of person I am. You made me do it." 

She wasn't ready to confront her feelings for me yet.





I complimented Priya on her beauty. "Just forget about that day then, but Priya, you look absolutely stunning tonight. That attire really suits you; it brings out the best in you."

"You're even more beautiful than usual Priya"

"Thank you," she replied, a blush rising on her cheeks. "That's very kind of you to say Rajeev. I'm glad you think so, I wasn't sure about this dress initially, but I'm happy you approve." 

She seemed flustered by the compliment but also genuinely pleased. Her eyes darted around, and I could tell she was nervous and somewhat unsure of herself, perhaps because of the risk we were taking.

My gaze drifted to her bedroom door, a subtle suggestion playing on my mind. I turned back to her, leaned in close, and whispered conspiratorially, 

"Come on, Priya. Let's go to your room. Just for a little while. I have something I want to show you."

"What do you want to show me?, I don't want your games Rajeev, my parents are here," she whispered back, her voice barely audible, her eyes wide with alarm. 

"And your parents are here too. It wouldn't be right, and I don't want to do anything that will cause any trouble or embarrassment for either of us or our families." 

She expressed her concern clearly, demonstrating her sense of responsibility and her apprehension about the potential consequences of her actions.

"We'll be quick," I insisted, my tone urgent. "No one will even notice. It will only take a few minutes, I promise. We can be secretive, and no one will ever know." 

I was trying to pressure her, to appeal to her impulsive nature, hoping to overcome her apprehension.

"No," she said firmly, shaking her head. "It's not appropriate. It's simply not the right time or the right place. I also don't want to rush into anything or feel pressured to do anything that I'm not entirely comfortable with." 

She was adamant about the inappropriateness of the situation and emphasized her desire to avoid feeling pressured.

I looked into her eyes, searching for an answer, and asked, "Priya, do you love me? Because it seems to me that if you did, you would find a way to be with me. You wouldn’t hesitate; you would make it happen." 

The question hung in the air, heavy with unspoken emotions and expectations.

"Why do you ask that?" she countered, her voice filled with apprehension. "Is this some kind of test Rajeev? I'm not sure I understand why you're asking me this now."

"What is it that you want from me, exactly?" Her uncertainty was clear. She was taken aback by the directness of the question and was trying to decipher my intentions.

"Because," I said, trying to explain my actions, "if you love me, you wouldn’t hesitate to sneak away with me. You wouldn't let this opportunity slip away."

"You would want to be with me Priya, even if it’s just for a short while, wouldn't you?" I tried to justify my behavior and pressure her into following my wishes.

She remained silent, her expression unreadable. I leaned closer, my voice a low murmur against her ear. "If you love me, meet me in your bedroom. I'll be waiting for you there."

"Just think about it; it would be a secret between us."

Leaving her standing there, conflicted and uncertain, I headed towards her bedroom, slipped inside, and locked the door. The room smelled faintly of lavender and vanilla, a sweet, feminine scent that heightened my anticipation. 

It was a comforting and familiar scent that I'd come to associate with her. I waited, my heart pounding in my chest, for what felt like a very long time.

Finally, the door opened cautiously. Priya peeked around, her eyes scanning the hallway, making sure no one was watching before she carefully entered, closing the door behind her with a soft click. 

She seemed to be very concerned about getting caught and very careful to make sure no one was looking.

Before she could even turn around, I pounced, my arms encircling her from behind. I kissed her neck, my lips lingering there, savoring the softness of her skin. 

The warmth of her skin against mine heightened my excitement, making me even more eager for intimacy.

"Calm down," she said, her voice slightly breathless. "Please, be careful. Someone might hear us, and that would create quite a problem for both of us aahahh ssshho oooohhhh"

"Rajeev, aaahhhh my parents would be utterly furious, and I don’t want to create a scene, or get into trouble." 

She expressed her concern clearly while she moaned in pleasure, demonstrating her sense of responsibility and her apprehension about the potential consequences of her actions.

"I can't," I breathed against her ear. "I've been waiting for this moment all night. I've thought about this all day, and I just can’t control myself anymore. I need you. Priya" 

I was trying to justify my behavior, explaining my overwhelming desire to be close to her.

I turned her around to face me, my hands cupping her cheeks. I kissed her lips, a deep, passionate kiss that left us both breathless. She responded instinctively.

Her hands finding their way into my hair, holding my head close as our lips met again and again. The intensity of the moment overwhelmed us both; we were swept away by the passion.

"When I finish schoool," I whispered against her lips, "I'm going to marry you. We'll have our own place, and we can do whatever we want, whenever we want." 

The statement felt powerful, bold, and full of hope.

"Stop dreaming," she said, pulling away slightly. "That's a very nice thought, but it's not realistic right now. We need to be much more careful, and it would be unwise for us to make any plans that are so far into the future."

"We have to focus on the present, Rajeev, don't get me in trouble" 

Her voice was soft, yet firm, indicating that she had little faith in my aspirations and was also reminding me of the realities of our situation.

"Get down on your knees," I commanded, "and take off my dick from my trousers."

Without hesitation, she obeyed, dropping to her knees, her hands quickly unbuckling my trouser. My dick sprang free, and she recoiled slightly, showing a brief moment of reluctance.

"Eeww," she exclaimed, her nose wrinkling. "It really stinks! It’s so strong. What is that awful smell?" She expressed her revulsion clearly, emphasizing how unpleasant the odor was.

"It stinks because of your shit when I fucked your ass, I think it clung onto my dick," I explained, my voice low and intense. 

The scent of her shit on my pants was driving me wild, and I wanted to share that sensation with her.

"You didn't take a bath? It stinks, and you want me to suck it?" she asked, her voice laced with disbelief. 

"Seriously? You think this is a good idea? After that smell? Really?" She was clearly shocked by my proposition and struggling to understand my reasoning.

"Yes," I confirmed, my eyes fixed on her, determined to proceed with my plan.

"No," she said, pushing herself back. "I absolutely cannot do that. I can't, even if you're serious. The smell is far too overwhelming. It’s far too strong for me, I just can’t. You are a pervert and dirty person Rajeev" 

She was expressing her revulsion clearly, emphasizing how unpleasant and overwhelming the odor was.

"What's happening?" I asked, confused by her sudden reluctance.

"I can't taste it," she said, her voice strained. "The smell is far too intense, it’s overpowering. I physically cannot bring myself to do it, even if I wanted to." 

She was trying to justify her refusal, emphasizing the physical reaction the smell was causing.

"Why not? It's your shit, and you love my dick, don't you?. This is the perfect climax, the ultimate culmination of our passion. It's supposed to be a shared experience." 

I was trying to persuade her, arguing that it should be a shared experience.

"The smell…" she stammered. "It's too strong. I'm overwhelmed by it, I find it utterly disgusting. I just can’t." She was still emphasizing the overpowering nature of the smell.

"Are you going to leave me hungry?" I asked, my tone hardening slightly.

"What do you mean?" she asked, clearly confused by my sudden shift in demeanor. She was clearly concerned and apprehensive about my increasingly forceful behavior.

"Hungry for your body, for your touch, for you. I'm craving your intimacy, the intensity of our connection. It's a burning desire within me. I desperately need to be close to you." 




I was trying to explain my overwhelming desire.

"Not today," she pleaded, her eyes wide with fear. "My parents could walk in at any moment. This really isn't safe or appropriate. We really need to be careful"

"We could get into a lot of trouble if anyone found out about this." 

She was emphasizing the risk and the potential consequences of our illicit actions.

"I can't leave you," I said, my voice urgent. I grabbed her from behind, pinning her against the wall, her back pressed against the cool surface. 

My tone was serious and inflexible, indicating that I wasn't going to give up.

"What are you doing?" she asked, alarm rising in her voice. "What is it that you want to do Rajeev, let me go" She was expressing fear about my intentions.

"I'm going to fuck your asshole again," I growled, my voice low and menacing. I was focused on what I wanted; I didn't care about her apprehension. My determination was unwavering.

"No," she protested, shaking her head vehemently. "I don't want to do something so filthy, so degrading, Rajeev let me go, I will not tell you again."

"I don't want to do anything that will leave me feeling dirty or ashamed like the other night" 

She was emphasizing her aversion to this particular act, because she was afraid of shitting herself during anal sex like she did last time when I fucked her asshole.

"Why not?" I asked, already unfastening her trouser. "Why are you resisting so strongly? What is it that you're so afraid of?" I sought to understand the source of her resistance.

"It's not right. I don't like doing filth. It's not the right time. We're in a very vulnerable position right now, and there are too many risks. My parents could come in at any second", she said.

"And I'm scared of the possible consequences." Her resistance was stiffening, yet there was still a tinge of curiosity and uncertainty in her voice.

Ignoring her pleas, I removed her panties. I positioned my dick against her tight asshole, ignoring her protests. My intention was to proceed decisively; the opportunity was there, and I wasn't going to let it slip away.

"Please, no, Rajeev stop this now, I demand you, stop this, don't fuck my ass" she begged, her voice laced with desperation. 

"I don’t like that. It’s uncomfortable, it’s filthy, and I've already made it clear that I'm not comfortable with that particular activity."

"Stop Rajeev." She was expressing her aversion to this particular act and appealing to my memory of the previous unpleasant encounter.

"Shut up," I snarled, my resolve firm. "This is what I want, and this is what we're going to do. I don't want to hear anymore resistance." I spat on my dick to lubricate it.

With force, I guided my dick into her asshole.

She screamed, a high-pitched, desperate cry of pain and protest: "Aaargh! No! No! Stop it! It hurts! It's so painful; please stop! Get this out of here!" 

Her screams filled the small room, echoing her distress and fear. I was fearful if her screams could be heard in the guest room and the hallway.

I leaned in, whispering into her ear, "Your asshole feels so good. So tight, so warm. This is such a unique experience; this is what makes it so exhilarating. This is the closest I can get to you Priya."

"Why are you doing this to me? Aaahhhh oooooooooohhhhh" she sobbed. "Why are you doing this to me? Why are you hurting me like this?" Her screams continued, expressing her deep distress and overwhelming pain.



"Because I want you," I said, my voice hard. "I want you so badly, I don't want you to be with that imbecilic Rahul and I'm taking what I want. This will be a memory we will never forget."

"This is our moment; whether you like it or not, this is what will become part of our history." I was determined to press on with my intentions.

I continued to move my cock in and out of her asshole, ignoring her pleas and her screams. "Aaargh! No! Please…stop…it hurts! It’s so painful, I can’t take this anymore! Please…don’t… ouch ooohh!" 

Her voice was choked with tears and pain, her words struggling to escape as she continued to express her suffering.

"Did you go to the toilet earlier to shit?" I asked her, ignoring her protests. I was determined to control the situation and ignore her pleas.

"Stop asking me that! aaahhh oooohh" she screamed, her body writhing against my grip as I pushed further inside her sweet asshole. 

"It's irrelevant, and it's making me feel worse. Why are you even bringing that up Rajeev? You're making it harder for me to handle this." Her frustration and fear were evident.

I forced my dick further in. "Answer me!" I roared.

"Ouch ouch ouch easy easy aahhhhh Ok Ok Ok Yes! I went to shit earlier" she shrieked, her voice barely a whisper amidst her sobs.

"Then don't worry," I said, my voice almost gentle, "you won’t get dirty with shit like last time. It’ll all be clean. It's all going to be fine." 

I tried to offer reassurance, attempting to calm her down, while continuing to pursue my own desires.


I began to pump in and out of her asshole, holding her firmly against the wall. The rhythm was intense, the pressure building with each thrust. The heat of her skin against mine was intoxicating.

"Do you like it…in your asshole Priya?" I asked, my voice husky with exertion and desire. 

"Kya yeh kuch aisa hai jiska aap anand le rahe hain? Main jaanne ke liye utsuk hoon ki aap kaisa mahsus kar rahe hain; yeh ek kaafi asamaanya anubhav hai, hai na?" 

(Is this something you're enjoying? I'm curious to know how you're feeling; it's a rather unusual experience, isn't it?" 

I wanted to gauge her pleasure, to understand her reaction to this unconventional intimacy.

"Mujhe yeh pasand hai." she gasped, her voice thick with pleasure. "Aage badhte raho fuck my asshole…harder…deeper…Yeh itna shaktishaali mahsus hota hai, maine isse pehle kabhi aisa anubhav nahi kiya. aahhh"

"It's both strange and incredibly stimulating." The words were a mix of breathlessness and intense satisfaction; her response was surprisingly enthusiastic.

The fact that my friend's girlfriend was not only tolerating but actively encouraging me to fuck her asshole filled me with a strange sense of pride. The warmth inside her asshole was incredible, a moist heat that felt intensely intimate and strangely compelling. 



Dear friends, I didn't understand my attraction to this forbidden act of asshole fucking, this unconventional intimacy, but I accepted it as a part of who I was, a darker side I hadn't previously known existed.

It was a side that was both exciting and filthy. I knew Arjun Sir's influence was behind this; he had introduced me to this unusual filthy practice, and it had ignited something forbidden within me.



Priya's shouts filled the room, a mix of pleasure and pain: "Oh god…yes…harder…ugh…it feels so…strange…but…good…oh god…I can't believe this is happening. My asshole is burning; I'm not sure I can handle it"

"But I don't want it to stop. Fuck my ass ooooohhhhhh yesssss ooh Rajeev your dick feels so good in my asshole." Her cries were a mixture of intense sensation and shock at this unexpected, boundary-pushing experience.


"Keep quiet," I told her, but she couldn't control her cries. The intensity of the sensation was overwhelming her; the pleasure was so intense that it was hard for her to contain herself. 

"We don't want anyone to hear us. If someone finds out, we'll be in a lot of trouble," I added, trying to make her focus on the potential consequences.

After what felt like an eternity, approximately ten minutes, she pulled my hands away from her mouth. "I'm going to cum in your asshole!" 

I told Priya, her body convulsing. "Oh my god…I didn't think it would feel like this. This is intense; I'm completely overwhelmed by the sensations. I am also cumming"

"Me too," I said, my own release imminent. "Spread your asscheeks wider. This is the final moment, the climax of this experience. Let's cum together Priya; let's embrace this intense moment." 

I cued her: "One…two…three…" and we both cummed simultaneously.

She also orgasmed as well as soon as I filled her asshole with my cum. The contrast between the two sensations was intense, both exhilarating and strange. 

"Get it out, get your dick out of m asshole Rajeev" she said, her breathing ragged, her body trembling from the intensity of the experience.

"Are you going to pour my sperms in the toilet?" I asked, wanting to add another element to this unusual experience. "Or do you have another plan in mind?" 

I wanted to see how far we could push this unconventional act.

"Of course," she replied, still catching her breath. "What else would I do with it? It's messy, it's unpleasant; I wouldn't want to spill it on my hands or my clothing." 

She was still trying to process what had just happened.

"I have an idea," I said, a mischievous glint in my eye. "What if we did something a little different? Something unexpected? It's an experiment; are you willing to try something new?" 

I wanted to push her boundaries further.

She looked at me, stunned. "What?" she asked, genuinely curious despite her initial revulsion. "What kind of idea are you talking about? Are you suggesting something different?"

"Don't pour it out. Hold my sperms in your asshole inside until tomorrow," I said, explaining the unusual proposition. 

"It's an experiment; I think you can hold it in your asshole Priya, but I think it could be interesting. It's an opportunity to explore something new and test boundaries."

"Are you crazy? Are you completely out of your mind? That's absolutely ridiculous! I'm not that kind of girl! That's absolutely disgusting; I would never do something so reckless and foolish!" 

Her reaction was a mixture of disbelief, shock, and revulsion.

"Try it Priya, don't be so difficult," I insisted. "What's the benefit? Why should I even consider this?" 

She asked, genuinely curious despite her initial revulsion. "I need to understand your reasoning before I'm willing to do something this unconventional."

"You'll feel…different, I just want my sperms to sleep inside your asshole" I said, unable to fully articulate the unique sensation. 

"It will be a new experience; this will help you to explore a new side of yourself. It will be something we can share, something that will connect us in a unique way."

"My panties will get dirty," she protested. "I'm very particular about cleanliness, and this is simply too unhygienic; I would hate the idea of ruining my panties." 

She was trying to come up with practical reasons to refuse.

"No, as long as you clench your asshole and tighten it," I said, explaining how to control the release. "It’s about maintaining control of your asshole, managing the experience."

"Why are you teaching me this kind of filthy behavior?" she asked, her voice laced with disgust. "Why are you trying to get me to do something that makes me so uncomfortable? Why are you pushing me in this direction?" 

She was genuinely confused and concerned by my actions.

"Because it's…a filthy but very good experience," I replied, still aroused. "It's a different kind of intimacy; it's something unique. This is about pushing limits and creating a bond that goes beyond the normal."

"I've never met such a filthy person like you in my life," she exclaimed, her voice filled with both outrage and a hint of fascination. 

"This is simply beyond my comprehension; I've never encountered someone so concerned about filth"

"That's because you haven't met me before," I retorted, a smirk playing on my lips. I enjoyed her reactions; it was a thrill to push her boundaries, to test her limits. 

"This is something new; let's do something different. This is how we'll create our own unique story."

"Get your dick out of my asshole!" she shouted, her voice strained with a mixture of revulsion and exhaustion. My dick was still buried inside her asshole.


"I've had enough of this; this is far too intense, and I'm completely exhausted. I'm ready for this to be over."

"Remember to hold it in. Don't spill it, tighten your asshole" I warned, slowly withdrawing my dick from her asshole. The slow withdrawal was intentional, designed to prolong the sensation and heighten the anticipation. 

She flinched as I pulled back, and she shouted, "Faster! My shit will spill on the floor! I don't want to make a mess; I need you to be careful!"

She quickly clenched her asshole, but there wasn't much shit in her asshole left; she'd been to the toilet earlier. My dick had no shit on it either, butonly the faint scent of her shit in the air. 

But I wanted some of the mixture to drip on the floor; it was part of my twisted plan.

I pulled out quickly; some of my sperm and a bit of her shit dripped on the floor. It was a satisfying, albeit perverse, moment. I knew exactly what I was doing, and it was both exciting and slightly unnerving.

"You idiot!" she yelled, wiping the floor with her panties. "Why didn't you warn me, and why did you do that?! That was incredibly inconsiderate, messy, and utterly disgusting!"

"You should be ashamed of yourself!" She was visibly upset by the mess and by my deliberate actions.

I sat on the bed, watching her. "Since you released on your pants too, are you going to walk around the hallway like that? You will smell like shit, hahahaha" 


I was teasing her, and enjoying her embarrassment and frustration.

"No," she snapped, "I'm going to change. I need to clean myself up; I'm utterly disgusted by what just happened. This has been the most unpleasant experience of my life."

She grabbed a fresh pair of panties. Then, unexpectedly, she came near me. "Let me wipe your dick for you," 

She said, her tone still laced with anger, but a surprising gentleness underlay her actions. She started cleaning my dirty dick with her panties.

"My romantic Priya," I whispered, admiring her unexpected gesture. "You'd make such a good wife…so submissive, so willing to attend to my needs. You're so much more than I had imagined."

"Don't flatter yourself," she said, her tone dripping with sarcasm. "You're disgusting, and I'm still completely shocked and disgusted by what you've done."

"I still can't believe this actually happened. I need to get away from you."

Then, she ran to the bathroom. "Don't you dare release my cum in the toilet!" I shouted after her. I didn't want her to lose any of my sperms.

"I won't!" she yelled back, already in the bathroom. "I'll do what I have to do. But I want you to know that I'm never going to forget this. I'm never going to forgive you." 

Her words were dripping with resentment.

I buckled my trousers and left Priya's bedroom and went back to the hall way. I found my parents seated together, the guests were now dancing.

It was the height of the anniversary celebration; couples twirled and swayed, lost in the music. Yet, my parents remained seated, observing the festivities from a distance. 

I approached them, feeling a knot of unease tightening in my stomach. "Mom, Dad, why aren't you two dancing?" I asked, my voice a little too loud. 

The question felt intrusive, somehow out of place amid the swirling dancers and festive music.

My mother sighed, her gaze drifting towards Arjun Sir and Hareeta, who were locked in an embrace on the dance floor. "Frankly, I'm not in the mood for dancing. This whole atmosphere is a bit…overwhelming. I'd rather sit and observe," 

My mom added, her voice laced with a subtle bitterness I couldn't ignore. The excuse sounded unconvincing, and her forced smile didn’t quite reach her eyes.

My father, his eyes slightly bloodshot, mumbled, "Yeah, a bit tired. Need to rest my feet. Been standing all evening." His excuse was weak and unconvincing; I knew my dad loved to dance. 

It was obvious he was trying to avoid my mother's obvious displeasure.

A few meters away, Arjun Sir and Hareeta were dancing, their bodies intertwined, a picture of marital bliss. It was glaringly obvious; my mother's reluctance to dance wasn't about fatigue or discomfort. 


It was jealousy to see Hareeta with Arjun Sir. Her eyes kept looking at Arjun Sir and Hareeta, fixated on their closeness. 

My mom looked profoundly unhappy, a stark contrast to the jovial atmosphere around her. Her expression was a mixture of resentment, anger, and longing.

I decided to confront her. "Mom, are you okay? You seem upset. Is it because you're not dancing?" I asked, trying to sound casual.

She forced a smile, a strained expression that betrayed her true feelings. "I'm fine, bata. Just a little tired, that's all. Don't worry about me." 

Her voice was tight, her words carefully chosen, each syllable betraying her discomfort.

My father, sensing the tension, excused himself, moving to chat with some acquaintances. He seemed acutely aware of his wife's disinterest and discomfort. 

My mother, left alone with me, furiously tapped her phone, her eyes darting back to Arjun Sir and Hareeta, who were still dancing. Her gaze never left them. 

My mother's lust for Arjun Sir was no secret anymore; it was clear. She didn't want any woman near him, not even his wife. 

This wasn't the mother I knew, the devout, religious woman who preached about fidelity and the sanctity of marriage. This woman was consumed by her obsession & lust for Arjun Sir; she had been completely changed.

The anniversary celebrations finally ran down around 10 pm. Guests began to depart, their laughter and chatter slowly fading into the night. Hareeta, with Arjun Sir at her side, approached our family.

"It was so lovely to see you all here," Hareeta said, her voice warm and genuine. "Thank you for coming to celebrate with us. It means a lot to Arjun and me." 

She flashed a bright, happy smile; it was clear how much she loved her husband.

"It was a wonderful evening," my father replied, trying to sound enthusiastic. 

"The food was delicious, the music was great, and it was lovely to celebrate with you both." He tried to sound cheerful but his forced cheerfulness was obvious.

"Yes, it was a wonderful celebration," I added, echoing my father's sentiment. "We're glad we could be here for your special day."

My mother's response was curt. "It was…fine," she said, her voice flat, her eyes still lingering on Arjun Sir. 

Arjun Sir winked at her, but she didn't react; the anger and resentment were clearly visible on her face. It was a shocking sight, my mother’s blatant response to her lover’s attention.

We took a taxi home, the silence in the car heavy with unspoken tension. My mother seemed even angrier; her mood hadn't improved. She didn't like how Hareeta was dancing with her lover, Arjun Sir.

As we entered the house, my father, attempting to restore some semblance of normalcy, asked, 

Dad: "Honey, what's wrong? You've been like this all evening. You're unusually quiet and you keep sighing. Is something bothering you?" 

He put down his coat, concern etched on his face. He genuinely wanted to know what was troubling her. He told me to go to my room. I went to my room but I hid and listened to them.

Mom: "What's wrong? What do you think is wrong, Arvind? You're so annoying sometimes, it's infuriating. I'm in a mood, that's what's wrong. Is that so hard to understand?" 

She turned away, her back stiff with barely controlled anger.

Dad: "But you're acting... different. Is it something I did? Did I do or say something to upset you?" He tried to approach her, but she flinched away.

Mom: "You? Upset me? Don't be ridiculous. It's not you, it's me. I'm just... having a bad day, okay? So leave me alone for once." 

Dad: "No, something's clearly wrong my love. You're not acting like yourself at all. Please, tell me what's happening." 

He was worried.

Mom: "I told you! It's none of your business! You're always so nosy! Honestly, sometimes I wonder why I even bother being married to such a clueless, insensitive man." 



Dear friends, this wasn’t my mom. The way she spoke to Dad… it’s just not her. She was usually so loving and kind, a true reflection of our faith, but lately, she's been… different. 

I know why; she's secretly seeing Arjun sir, and I think things went wrong with him. That's why she's pouring anger on Dad. A strange sense of excitement washed over me as I watched them argue.

It confirmed what I'd suspected, Mom's feelings for Arjun sir. The simmering tension at home finally boiled over, and despite the ugliness of the fight, a small part of me felt a sense of good.








She glared at him, her eyes blazing. Her voice was sharp, cutting, and dripping with disdain.

Dad: "This isn't like you, Sunita. You're usually... more communicative. Please just talk to me." He reached for her hand, but she pulled it away, her expression hardening further.

Mom: "Communicative? You want communicative? Fine! I'm absolutely, positively, and utterly sick of your incessant need to know everything about my life! So leave me the hell alone."

"I need some space." She stormed out of the room, leaving Dad alone and utterly bewildered. 

She slammed her purse onto the table, the sound echoing in the suddenly silent house. Then, she stormed off to the bathroom, leaving my father and me standing there, stunned by the outburst.

I had never seen my mother act this way, consumed by jealousy over another man. 

It was a betrayal of everything I thought I knew about her, a shattering of the image of the devout, moral woman I had grown up with. She had completely changed; this was a different woman entirely.

After some time, my father cautiously approached her in the bathroom. He begged for forgiveness, for some understanding, but my mother remained silent, her anger unyielding. 

She emerged from the bathroom, changed into a satin dress. It was an unexpected transformation; she was clearly trying to put on a brave face. Her mind was filled with Arjun Sir.

She went to the kitchen and started cooking. She was putting on a brave face, but underneath that polished surface was raw, uncontrollable emotion.

My family was breaking, and the architect of this destruction was Arjun Sir. My mother's obsession with him was tearing our family apart; it was a slow, agonizing process of self-destruction. 

The happy, loving family I had always known was disappearing, replaced by tension, betrayal, and quiet hostility. It was a exciting, tragic transformation.

That night, after I ate supper, I went to my bedroom, I called Priya.

"Hey, Priya," I said, my voice low. "It's me."

"Hey," she replied, her voice sleepy. "What's up? Why are you calling this late?"

"I love you," I blurted out. "Tell me you love me, too."

"That's…a bit sudden," she said, her voice cautious. "I’m not sure what to say to that."

"I loved fucking your smelly asshole Priya," I said, ignoring her hesitation. "Tell me you loved it too."

"That was…disgusting," she admitted. "But…yes. I did. It was intensely strange, but I did enjoy it."

"It was an experience that was completely unexpected and that is why it was both strange and exciting. It gave me a unique kind of sensation."

"Are you telling the truth?" I asked, my heart pounding.

"Yes," she confirmed. "You were very intense; it was an experience that was both exhilarating and unnerving. It was something completely new, something outside of my comfort zone."


"My boyfriend Rahul has never done that to me. The sensations were intense and unexpected. Why do you love my ass so much?" she asked.

"Because of the fatness," I confessed. "The way it felt, so full, so…tight. The intensity of the sensation was truly amazing. It was an unique experience."

"You naughty boy," she giggled. "That’s why you love my ass, because of the fatness?"

"Yeah," I said. "It's just…different. I used to gaze at you when you walked, shaking your sexy round ass"

"I need to tell you something that might disappoint you," she said, her voice becoming serious. 

"I couldn’t hold your sperms in my asshole. I had to go to the toilet to shit it out. I couldn't manage it; my asshole wasn't prepared for it. My asshole just wouldn't allow me to hold it in."

"Why?" I asked.

"Your sperms was too much," she explained. "It was an overwhelming amount. It was an uncomfortable and intense sensation. I couldn’t control it; my asshoole just rejected it and shitted it out."

"It doesn't matter," I said. "I already fucked your asshole for the second time. That’s what matters."

"You turned me into some kind of…naughty, filthy person," she said, laughing.

"I love being naughty," I admitted. "I will also make you a naughty girl and I will make you leave that bastard boyfriend of yours called Rahul"

"Send me some pictures," I said, hoping to lighten the mood.

"No," she said firmly. "That's not something I'm comfortable with. I'm not that type of girl."

"I can't sleep without them," I insisted.

"What kind of pictures?" she asked, suspicious.

"Naughty ones," I said.

"No!" she exclaimed. "I'm a religious girl. I'm not going to share those type of pictures with you. Absolutely not."

"Why?" I asked.

"Because I'm religious," she repeated, emphasizing that she adheres to strict moral principles. "It’s against my principles to share those types of images. I have a moral code, and I try to stick to it."

"Just normal ones, then," I pleaded.

She finally relented, sending a few casual photos. It wasn't what I'd hoped for, but at least it was something.









SHE ALSO SENT ME THIS VIDEO. THIS IS HER REAL VIDEO BENDING OVER. I CAN'T BELIEVE I FUCKED THAT ASS. I JUST CAN'T BELIEVE I FUCKED THAT SMELLY SHITTY ASSHOLE.

AAAARRGGHHH!!!