Adultery My Shy Mom Seduced And Fucked by Sir Suresh

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My mother called. "Rajeev, we need to go," she said, her tone unusually sharp and brisk, leaving no room for questions or discussion. 

"Go? Why so suddenly, Mom?" I replied, my voice laced with genuine confusion. "Where are we going?

"I have an appointment," she answered, avoiding my gaze. Her evasiveness only deepened my suspicions; 

Jaya, who'd been observing us, offered a knowing smile. "Your mother has a rather important... engagement," she explained.

It was obvious that my mother was meeting Arjun Sir after Jaya gave corrupted her mind. The whole scenario felt disturbing; it felt unsettling.

"Oh," I responded, my voice flat, my disappointment and a simmering anger battling for dominance. 

As we left, I couldn't help but notice the secret glances my mother exchanged with Jaya. Jaya responded with a subtle wink, solidifying the unspoken pact between them. My mother returned a small, almost sheepish smile.


As me and mom were walking outside looking for a cab, I decided to ask her.

Me: (grinning as we walk home) So, Mom, who’s this mysterious man you’re going to meet?

Mom: (chuckles) Oh, sweetie, it’s actually about a woman, not a man. Jaya just got confused.

Me: (raising an eyebrow) Really? A woman? That sounds interesting. 

Mom: (trying to sound casual) Yes, we’re just catching up. 

Me: Is it something urgent then?

Mom: (nodding) Yes, it is quite important.

Me: (curiously) How urgent are we talking here?

Mom: (hesitating) Well, you know how it is… it’s important enough that I won’t be sleeping at home tonight.

Me: (surprised) Wait, why won't you be home? 

Mom: (sighs lightly) I’m going to stay at a friend’s place for the night.

Me: But Dad will be at home, right? Shouldn't you tell him?

Mom: (smiles reassuringly) Yes, I’ll explain everything to him. It’s nothing to worry about, I promise.

Me: (puzzled) You've never done this before, though. It feels a bit weird.

Mom: (giving a comforting smile) I know it’s different, but sometimes friends need to get together, and it’s important for me to be there for her.

Me: (nodding slowly) Okay, have fun then! Can I come with you? 

Mom: (gently pats my head) Oh, honey, I appreciate the thought, but it’s just a girls' night. It wouldn’t be much fun for you.

Me: (curious) Why not? 

Mom: (pausing, searching for words) Well, it's a bit of a personal gathering... and we’ll likely be chatting about things that might not interest you.

Me: (sighing) Alright, I guess I’ll stay back then. Just make sure to come home okay?

Mom: (smiling warmly) Of course, sweetie. I’ll be back soon, and we can do something fun together then. 

Me: Okay, Mom. Have a good time!







We arrived home; Dad was waiting, his usual welcoming demeanor evident. "Rajeev, my boy! And your mother," he greeted us warmly. 

"It's so good to have you both back. How was your afternoon?"

"Hi, Dad," I replied, attempting to maintain a semblance of normalcy despite the turmoil within. 

"It was... okay." The casualness of my response felt forced; it felt unnatural. 

"Hello, dear," Mom said, her tone lacking its usual warmth. "I need to go out again." 

Her words were clipped; her tone was dismissive.

Dad embraced Mom, but her response was quick, stiff. She disengaged almost immediately, and practically ran towards her bedroom. 

Her hasty retreat and her abrupt rejection of her husband's affection felt deeply unsettling; it raised questions, and it fueled suspicions.

"Where are you rushing off to?" Dad asked, his voice laced with concern. The sudden change in Mom’s demeanor and her unusual haste were clearly troubling him. 

"I'm going somewhere," Mom responded curtly. 

Dad seemed utterly bewildered, his usual cheerful demeanor replaced by a perplexed frown. 




I slipped into the kitchen, I was actually laughing at my dad. Dad, completely oblivious to the secret meeting my mother was about to attend with Arjun Sir, 


My dad was clearly unaware of the betrayal taking place within his own household. His wife is just thinking about another man.

Dad followed Mom to the bedroom, only to be met with the sound of the lock clicking into place.

"What is going on?" Dad's voice, laced with growing anxiety, echoed through the house. "I'm concerned; I need to talk to you."

Mom remained silent inside the bedroom, and Dad continued to knock, his pleas growing more desperate with each passing moment. 

Eventually, Mom opened the door, her face carefully neutral, and stepped out, clutching a towel. It was obvious she was heading for a shower.

She was using the bath as a way to further avoid my dad. 

"Why aren't you answering me?" Dad's voice, edged with frustration, broke the silence. His patience was wearing thin; his frustration was growing. 

"Do you want another fight like the other day?" Mom snapped back, her tone defensive and accusatory. Her sharp words were laced with bitterness

"No, of course not," Dad responded quickly, attempting to de-escalate the situation. 




"But I made a nice dinner. I prepared your favorite dish. I was hoping we could have a pleasant evening together."

"I'm going to meet a friend," Mom said, her voice dismissive, showing a complete lack of concern for his efforts. 



"Which friend?" Dad pressed, his brow furrowed with concern. His concern was visible; his worry was obvious. He was desperate for answers.

Mom ignored his question and headed for the bathroom, leaving Dad standing alone, his bewildered expression speaking volumes.

I watched from the kitchen, my heart heavy. I saw the delicious meal Dad had prepared, a stark contrast to the coldness and tension that had permeated our home. 

The untouched food seemed to symbolize the growing distance between my parents, the cracks widening in their once-strong relationship. 



My family's falling apart, and it's all because of Arjun Sir. He's having an affair with my mom, and it's tearing my parents apart. It's causing a lot of tension and arguments at home. 

My dad is heartbroken, and it's really difficult to watch. It's a really awful situation for my dad.





Mom emerged from the bathroom and headed straight for the bedroom. 

Dad, a mixture of worry and frustration etched onto his face, followed her, his voice filled with unspoken questions and concerns.

"Rajeev, stay here," Dad instructed, me his voice strained. "I need to talk to your mother." He seemed to sense the seriousness of the situation.

"Okay, Dad," I replied, my own heart heavy with unspoken knowledge and a growing dread.


I couldn’t resist; I had to know what was happening. I crept to the bedroom door and pressed my ear against it, listening intently.



Dad: (noticing Mom getting ready) Where are you going at this hour? You're all dressed up.

Mom: (turning sharply, with a scowl) Oh, mind your own business. It's none of your concern where I'm going or what I'm doing.

Dad: (frowning, trying to remain calm) Why shouldn’t I? I’m your husband, after all. I have a right to know where my wife is going and who she's with.

Mom: (snaps back, her voice laced with venom) So what? Just because you’re my husband doesn't mean I have to report to you like a child. 

You're not my father, and even if you were, I'm an adult, capable of making my own decisions.


Dad: (taken aback) Why are you talking to me like this? I just care about you and want to make sure you're safe.


Mom: (with a hint of mockery) Care? Ha! You only care about controlling me and dictating what I can and can't do. Well, let me tell you something, dear husband, those days are over. I'm not your puppet, and I won't be treated like one.


Dad: (shocked) Sunita, that’s really disrespectful. I just want what's best for you.

Mom: (dismissively) Best for me? You have no idea what's best for me.  You're just a selfish, controlling man who can't stand the thought of his wife having any freedom or autonomy.

Dad: (trying to reason) It’s already 8 PM. You should be careful going out this late. What if something happens to you?

Mom: (rolling her eyes) Oh, spare me the drama. I can take care of myself. I don't need you to worry about me or protect me. I'm a grown woman, for crying out loud!

Dad: (growing serious) Why are you speaking to me in such a harsh tone? I’m just trying to look out for you.


Mom: (sneering) Look out for me? You call this looking out for me? This is called suffocating me, choking the life out of me with your constant questions and demands. You are pathetic.

Dad: (voice raised) Stop calling me names just because I’m concerned! I'm your husband, and I deserve some respect.

Mom: (angrily) Respect? You want respect? Well, let me tell you, I'm not yours. I'm my own person, with my own thoughts and feelings and desires and shut up!

Dad: (trying to calm down) I honestly don’t want to argue about this. Can't we just talk about this like adults?

Mom: (sarcastically) Oh, sure, let's talk about it. Let's talk about how you've questioned all my decisions.

Dad: (sighing) Dear, my love, stop all of this, when will you be back then? I’d like to know.

Mom: (crossing her arms, her expression defiant) That’s none of your business! And even if it was, I wouldn't tell you. You don't deserve to know.

Dad: (taken aback, trying to stay calm) I would like to know, though. It’s just a simple question.

Mom: (disrespectfully) Simple question? You think it's simple? You think you can just demand to know everything about me and I'll happily comply? I'm not your slave, and I won't be treated like one. I am spending the night with my friends.



Dad: (shocked) Spending the night? Do you really think that’s okay?

Mom: (rolling her eyes again) Why is it shocking? I’m going out with my friends. We're going to have some fun.

Dad: (earnestly) I just don’t want others to think poorly of you. 

Mom: (with disdain) Why do you care what strangers think? I'm not here to live by your rules or to make you happy. I'm here to live my life, to enjoy myself, to do what makes me happy. And if that means going out and having a good time, then so be it.



Dad: (still trying to be polite) I’m only asking because I’ve never seen that outfit on you before. 

Mom: (scoffing) Maybe because I bought it on my own, without your permission or approval. Maybe because I'm trying to break free from your suffocating grip and live my own life.

Dad: (pleading) Please, can you wear something a bit more respectable?

Mom: (disrespectfully) Respectable? You want me to look respectable? You want me to look like a nun or a librarian or something? No, I won't do it. I'll wear what I want, when I want, and you can't stop me.


Dad: (in disbelief) I’m just looking out for your image… 

Mom: (glaring) And I'm looking out for my own happiness. And if that means wearing a tight outfit and going out, then so be it. You can't control me, and you can't stop me.

Dad: (surprised, trying to maintain composure) I prepared a nice meal for you tonight. 

Mom: (brushing it off) Oh, how sweet. But I'm not changing my plans for a meal. I'm going out, and I'm going to have fun, with or without you.



Dear friends, my mom's been treating my dad terribly—disrespectfully, even cruelly. She's shouting at him, calling him names, completely disregarding his feelings. 

It’s a shocking transformation; I never imagined she was capable of such behavior. I always thought of them as a strong, loving couple, but it seems that was not.

The truth is far messier, far more captivating. And, honestly? I'm fascinated by it. I'm captivated by her cold anger, her blatant disregard for his feelings. 

I never thought I'd feel this way, but Arjun Sir really controlled my mom's mind to the point that she is behaving rudely towards my dad.




Dad: (hurt) Can't you just think of our relationship for a moment? 

Mom: (rude and dismissive) Our relationship? Ha! You mean the relationship where you control me and dictate what I can and can't do? 

No, I don't think about that relationship. I think about my own happiness, my own freedom, my own life.



Dad: (frustrated) What happened to us? I just want to understand.

Mom: (coldly) Understand? You wouldn't get it even if I explained. You're too busy being selfish and controlling to care about anyone else's feelings or needs. Just stop pushing me, and let me live my life.

Dad: (desperate) Please, don't talk like that. I love you, and I just want what's best for you.

Mom: (sneering) Love? Ha! You love the idea of controlling me, of possessing me, of owning me. But you don't love me, not really. And I don't love you either. I'm tired of this marriage, tired of this relationship, tired of you.





After a tense exchange, Mom left the bedroom, passing by me. She bent down and kissed my head, telling me to “be a good boy, do your homework, I'll be back in the evening.” 


"Okay, Mom," I replied, managing a smile that didn’t quite reach my eyes.

She was dressed in a tight maroon dress, the material clinging to her body, outlining her curves. Only half of her thighs were visible beneath the hem. 

Her dress was alluring; it was sensual it showed the fullness of her breasts. I am not sure but i have seen that kind of a dress worn by a particular pornstar. 

It showed of a deliberate attempt to look provocative maybe to allure Arjun Sir.

Her walk was deliberate; her gait was confident. I could see the sway of her fat ass; I could feel the firmness of her fleshy buttocks. 






I noticed how her fat ass jiggled slightly with each step; I could tell she wasn't wearing any underwear. 

I knew instinctively what was on her mind, where she was going. I knew she was eager to give that ass to Arjun Sir.

When she left, I could see my dad sitting alone at the dining table, staring at the untouched, beautifully arranged food he had prepared. 

His face was clouded with a deep sadness, his shoulders slumping slightly under the weight of his unspoken anguish. 

The once vibrant meal sat before him, now a testament to his wife's absence and their fractured relationship. The aromatic food was a cruel reminder of the emptiness and desolation that had descended upon their once-happy home.

"Dad, why are you looking so sad?" I asked him softly.

"Just tired, son," he responded, his voice flat. He lied smoothly, shielding the pain and disappointment that tugged at his face. 

He couldn't bear to admit to me the argument he'd just had with mom. He couldn't bring himself to burden me with his pain.

"Did Mom say where she was going?" he asked, his voice laced with a tentative hope. 

"To a friend's house," I replied, watching him closely.

"Which friend?" He pressed, the question revealing his lingering doubt and unease. 

"I don't know," I said, hiding a smile. I knew exactly where she was going, but I wouldn’t tell him. I wanted Arjun Sir to enjoy my mom secretly.


Later that night, a different kind of excitement took hold. I wouldn’t let this opportunity pass; I had to witness the fucking between my mom and Arjun Sir. 



I called Arjun Sir on the phone.

"Where are you going to fuck my mom?"

"My hotel," he replied, his voice laced with a knowing amusement.

"Which hotel? You've never told me," I pressed.

He revealed the location. "You’re a naughty one, aren’t you?" he chuckled. "I figured you’d be curious."

"Because you taught me," I retorted, a smirk spreading across my face.

"Fine," he conceded, his amusement evident. "I'll get a room with a good view, one where you can watch. I'll pick one where you'll have a clear view. 

You will have an unobstructed view of the entire affair." He then instructed me on how to obtain the keys from the reception.

I arrived at the hotel, impressed by its upscale design and luxurious ambiance. It was Arjun Sir's hotel, his own establishment, a fact that added another layer of intrigue to the situation. 


I saw my mother enter the hotel lobby, her presence exuding a confident air. I quickly hide myself, strategically positioning myself to observe without being seen.

I watched as she approached the reception desk and engaged in a brief conversation with the receptionist. 

The receptionist, directed her towards the elevators and gave her the number of Arjun Sir's house. She stepped into the lift and ascended to the top floor. Room 819. 

I remained on the ground floor, keeping a watchful eye on the elevators. I watched her exit the lift and walk confidently towards her destination. Room 819.

The door opened to reveal Arjun Sir, shirtless, his casual demeanor belying the intensity of the moment. My mother walked toward him. 

They engaged in a short, almost perfunctory greeting. He pulled her into a hug, and as his arms enveloped her, I saw his hand move to her sexy fat ass. 

He held her ass; he squeezed them. He ushered her into the room.

I watched as he playfully slapped her fat ass, his action both intimate and provocative. 

Then, he locked the door. I knew that I couldn't miss this, not now. 

I rushed towards the elevators. I pressed the button, impatient to reach the eighth floor, to my pre-arranged room. Room 820. 

An adjacent window in my room would afford me a perfect, unimpeded view into their room.





I watched from my room, the scene unfolding before me a stark contrast to the quiet emptiness of my own space. Arjun Sir was sitting close to my mother, offering her a glass of juice. 

He was only in a towel, his damp hair clinging to his forehead, a stark contrast to my mother who was still in her revealing dress, the fabric clinging to her curves. 

His arm was casually dbangd around her shoulder, a gesture both intimate and possessive. My mother pretended disinterest, a subtle shift of her posture. 

This wasn’t genuine resistance; it was a performance, a game of subtle resistance designed to heighten the tension. 

She craved his attention, his dominance; she wanted to be treated like a queen.

"This juice is divine," my mother murmured, her voice a soft counterpoint to the throbbing silence of the room, "perfectly chilled. Thank you." 

"Why did you call me here in this hotel?", mom asked him. Arjun Sir answered, "Because my irritating wife is at home"

She looked up at him, her eyes lingering on his for a moment before glancing away.

"Anything for you, my dear." His gaze was intense, holding hers captive, even as she tried to appear unmoved.  "You look stunning tonight. That dress… it was made for you."

Then, their conversation shifted. I heard snippets, fragments of whispered words that painted a vivid picture.

Arjun Sir leaned in, his hand cupping her cheek capturing her lips in a kiss that was both tender and consuming. My mother's initial hesitance was palpable.

It was a kiss that went from tentative exploration to a deeper, more urgent embrace. Her response was immediate and intense. 

She leaned into him, her arms wrapping around his neck, her fingers entwining in his damp hair, her fingers tracing the line of his jaw. 

His hands tightened around her shoulders, drawing her closer until their bodies were pressed together. A soft moan escaped her lips.



This was not the mother I knew. This woman was transformed, completely captivated by Arjun Sir.


Finally, Arjun Sir broke the kiss, his breath mingling with hers, his eyes filled with a burning intensity.

"You're breathtaking," he whispered against her lips, his voice thick with desire. "Absolutely breathtaking."

My mother's reply was soft "And you… you're something else entirely," she murmured, her eyes shining with a mixture of desire and trepidation. "You’re irresistible."



Arjun: Sunita, can I ask you something? Do you love me?

Mom: (stunned, taking a step back) What? No, no, I... I have a family. 

Arjun: (persistent) Family? That's a nice answer, but between me and your family, which one comes first? 

Mom: (firmly) Family, of course. I have a duty to my husband and children.

Arjun: (smiling wryly) Then it means you don't love me, does it?

Mom: (trying to deflect) I... it's just not that simple. 

Arjun: (firmly) No, it's simple enough. If your family comes first, then your love for me comes second, or even third. Sunita... do you love your husband?

Mom: (hesitating slightly) Yes... I love him. But that has nothing to do with—

Arjun: (interrupting, his eyes flashing) Don't mention his name in front of me. I hate the sound of it.

Mom: (surprised) Why? You hate him?

Arjun: (his voice low and menacing) Yes, I do. And I'm glad I did something about it.

Mom: (gasping) What are you talking about? What did you do?

Arjun: (leaning in closer) You don't want to know, trust me. Let's just say I made sure he couldn't bother you anymore. 

Mom: (shocked) Why? You were the one poisoning him that day at the hospital!

Arjun: (grinning) Ah, yes. Well, I wanted to make sure he wasn't a problem for you anymore. And it looks like it worked! (he chuckles)

Mom: (confused and slightly frightened) Why did you do that? Why would you do such a thing?

Arjun: (still grinning) Because I want you to be mine, Sunita. And I couldn't let him stand in the way of that.

(Sunita looks away, trying to process this new information.)

Mom: (teasingly) Well, I suppose you're a pretty good person for trying to protect me like that.

Arjun: (laughing) Protect you? Ha! I want you all to myself, Sunita.

Mom: (firmly) Arjun, I don't want to break my marriage. It's not that simple.

Arjun: (leaning in closer) Oh, but it is that simple, Sunita. I'm telling you, break your marriage today and come with me.

Mom: (laughing) What? How?

Arjun: (serious) I want your ass, Sunita. I want to fuck your big ass.

Mom: (irritated) My ass? What's wrong with you?

Arjun: (smiling) Nothing's wrong with me! I just love your asshole. They're so sweet I love the smell 

Mom: (rolling her eyes) Asshole is not sweet, Arjun! Stop saying that, it's disgusting.

Arjun: (smirking) Ah, but your asshole is! You have to give in to me, Sunita. I want to fuck your asshole, I am not done with it.

Sunita: (firmly) I don't think I'm ready for this. I need to think.

Arjun: (insistent) No, no, no. I want it now Sunita. Let me fuck you ass

Mom: (making an ultimatum) Fine, if you want it so badly, I'll give in to you, but only if you promise not to see Hareeta or even hold her again.

Arjun: (stunned) What?

Mom: (firmly) Yes, it is fair. If you want to fuck my ass, that's the price. 

Arjun: (teasing) Ah, but now you've confessed your love for me! 

Mom: (blushing) No, I... I just said it because I want you to leave Hareeta.

Arjun: (grinning) Oh, but you did confess, Sunita. So I'll ask you again: do you love me?

Mom: (hesitating, then finally admitting) Yes... 

Arjun: (shaking his head) But you're married, Sunita! You can't love me and your husband both!

Mom: (firmly) That's not true. You made me immoral, Arjun. You corrupted me, and now I have to live with it. 

Arjun: (laughing naughtily) Oh, I think we're just getting started, Sunita...




"Show me some love," Arjun Sir said, shifting slightly. He sat on the edge of the bed, his towel slipping slightly, revealing the expanse of his chest. 

He gestured towards his lower body, a hint of playful challenge in his eyes. "Show me some affection for my dick"

My mother, her eyes fixed on his massive body, hesitated for only a moment before bending down, her movements fluid and deliberate. 

With a deft hand, she reached down and slowly, deliberately, removed his towel, revealing his massive

The thrill of the moment, the rush of adrenaline, had faded, leaving only a bitter taste of guilt and self-loathing. “I know,” she whispered. “I know I’ve done something terrible.” 

Her voice cracked, "I’ve betrayed my husband, my family, my faith. I’m a horrible person.”


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To be continued.......................

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