Adultery My Shy Mom Seduced And Fucked by Sir Suresh

[nadia]

CONTINUATION





Arjun, ignoring her protests, leaned closer, his nose burying itself deep within the soft flesh of her asshole. He inhaled deeply, a long, slow sniff that seemed to last an eternity. 

He pulled back slightly, a strange, almost predatory gleam in his eyes. "Mmm, your asshole stinks like shit. But it's not just any stink, is it? It's a fascinating, almost intoxicating blend of your shit and sweat." 

He paused, his gaze lingering on her face, watching her reaction with keen interest.

My mother recoiled, her face burning crimson. "That's… that's utterly disgusting!" she exclaimed, her voice trembling with a mixture of anger and humiliation.





"You're deliberately being cruel and vulgar. I'm absolutely not please, Arjun. This is beyond the pale. I cannot believe you are doing this." 

She tried desperately to pull her ass away, but his grip was firm, his fingers digging into her smelly asshole just enough to prevent her escape. 

Ignoring her outrage, Arjun circled his tongue and nose across her asshole, his movements deliberate and slow, savoring each smelly scent, each sensation. 

He moved with a calculated slowness, drawing out the tension, turning the act into a perverse display of power. I watched from the window, utterly excited. 

My mother, the woman who had always epitomized morality and propriety, was reduced to this – a trembling figure on the bed, subjected to such humiliation. 



Dear friends, the image was so good, hot, but a perverse part of me found it strangely exciting. 

It was a forbidden glimpse into a side of my mother I never knew existed, and it ignited a strange mix of excitement and fascination within me. The sheer audacity of her actions, the complete abandonment of her usual self-control.

It sent a jolt of forbidden pleasure through me. This was my mother, and yet, she felt like a stranger, a captivating stranger cheating my dad.



Arjun: (curiously) You know, I've noticed something. May I ask you something?

Mom: (nervously) Of course, what is it?

Arjun: (hesitates for a moment) Why do your asshole smell...stinky, like shit?

Mom: (taken aback, feels embarrassed) Oh, um, I...I don't know what you're talking about.

Arjun: (insists) No, no, I've noticed it before, but I didn't want to say anything. But now that we're with me, I can smell it again. And I love how stinky your asshole is

Mom: (gets defensive, trying to hide her embarrassment) It's nothing, really. Don't mind it.

Arjun: (pushes her to answer) Come on, tell me. I want to know. Is it something you're eating?

Mom: (sighs, feeling ashamed) Fine...it's just...sweat, okay? My asshole sweats a lot, and I guess it smells like shit or something.

Arjun: (taken aback, feels a bit shameful for pushing her to answer) Oh, I...I see. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to embarrass you.

Mom: (feeling embarrassed) It's okay, it's just...I don't know, it's just something that happens to me, okay? Don't make a big deal out of it.

Arjun: (tries to reassure her) No, no, it's not a big deal at all. I just...the shitty smells is good for me, that's all. And I have to admit, it's kind of...endearing. 

(smirks) You're a messy eater, and you sweat like a pig. I like it.







Mom: (moans nervously, still feeling a bit ashamed) Oh, shut up. You're just trying to make me feel better.

Arjun: (smirks) Maybe a little. But it's not a big deal. Everyone has their quirks. And I have to say, it's kind of...attractive. You're a little bit shitty, and that's what makes you perfect.

Mom: (feels a flutter in her chest, looks up at him with a mix of emotions) Oh, Arjun...you're such a charmer. (smirks) But don't think you can just sweet-talk your way out of this. You're still a bit of a pervert for smelling my sweaty asshole.

Arjun: (laughs, feeling a bit hot) Hey, I'm just a man of keen observations. And I have to say, I'm glad I noticed. It's...added to your charm. (smirks) Now, can I smell your asshole more? .

Sunita: (laughs, playfully slaps his hand away) Oh, no you don't. You're not getting away that easily. (smirks) 




"Don't," my mother whispered, her voice barely audible above the pounding of her own heart. "Don't go any further. Please, Arjun, this is enough. This is too much." 

"Why not?" Arjun asked, a playful lilt in his voice. He deliberately lingered his nose on the edge of her stinky shitty asshole, his breath warm against her skin.







"It's...it's PLEASE don't put your nose on my asshole," she stammered, her words barely coherent. "It's degrading, Arjun. I feel completely exposed and vulnerable. Please, I beg you, stop." 

Her shame was palpable, a physical thing that hung heavy in the air. 

"But I love it," Arjun purred, his voice a low rumble against her skin. "This stinky shitty smell of your asshole, this intoxicating mix of sweat and something else… something uniquely you. I find it utterly captivating. I will not stop. " 



Dear friends, Arjun was acting really strange, he actually started sniffing my mom's stinky asshole! I couldn't wrap my head around it.

And get this: her asshole had this stinky smell that was oddly like sweat and her shit. It was honestly kind of gross. I have no idea how Arjun was coping with it.

He was all in, totally focused, dug his nose on her asshole. I was just standing there, completely baffled and trying not to burst out vommitting. I loved how he was sucking and smelling her smelly asshole.

It was one of those moments that you just can't make up!





He continued his exploration, his tongue and nose tracing intricate patterns on her asshole. 

My mother closed her eyes, small, involuntary moans escaping her lips as she tried to suppress the mixture of shame and, inexplicably, pleasure.

"I'm going to clean your asshole," Arjun announced, his voice dripping with a perverse kind of tenderness. "With my tongue." The words hung heavy in the air, thick with unspoken implications.

My mother's whispered response was barely audible. "Please, no. Don't…" It was a fragmented protest, a desperate plea born out of shame and a terrifying realization of where this was leading. 


Arjun, completely disregarding her pleas, continued his exploration, his tongue moving with a feverish intensity. My mother's moans grew louder, a mixture of protest and surrender, her body trembling beneath him.

"Please, aahho ooohhh Aarrjunnn aaahhhhh" she pleaded, her voice laced with desperation. "Stop this, Arjun. I can't take this much more. I can't."

"Why not?" Arjun's voice was a low growl, tinged with a cruel satisfaction. "You're enjoying this, aren't you? Tell me you're not enjoying this. Tell me I'm wrong."

"No," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "It's… it's wrong. But..."

"But what?" Arjun pressed, his voice dropping to a near whisper, his breath warm against her skin.

"But… it feels… good, oooohhh aaaah uurrggghh aaaaaahhh" she admitted, the words escaping in a barely audible gasp.

Arjun, emboldened by her confession, intensified his assault on her shitty asshole. He moved from her asshole to her pussy, his tongue dancing across her asshole again., leaving a trail of tingling sensations. 

My mother's moans were now more pronounced, a low, guttural sound that filled the room.


Arjun, seemingly losing interest in the subtleties of the moment, grabbed his camera, his eyes glinting with a new kind of malice. "Hold still," he said, his voice devoid of emotion as he turned the camera on.

Arjun: (grinning) Okay, Sunita, I have a brilliant idea! I want to take a video of me tasting your smelly stinky asshole.

Mom: (looking behind her, bewildered) Wait, what? Are you serious? What are you doing, Arjun?

Arjun: (with a teasing tone) I want to document this moment! It's just a fun little video I can keep to myself.

Mom: (shaking her head) I really don’t want to be on camera again, especially for something as silly as my sweaty asshole.

Arjun: (voice rising, clearly irritated) Don't be so uptight! It's just a harmless video! Can't you just do it for me for the second time? You're not even letting me have any fun!

Mom: (shocked, feeling a jolt of fear) Wait, what? Seriously, Arjun, that’s not cool!

Arjun: (angrily) Oh, come on! Don't be such a bitch! I'm just trying to have a little fun! You're being really unreasonable about this!

Mom: (taken aback, heart racing) That's really unfair! I’m just trying to tell you how I feel!

Arjun: (skeptically) Save it, Sunita. You're always so uptight and controlling. Lighten up for once! It's just a video!

Mom: (scowling, feeling cornered) I don’t know… I really don’t want to be filmed like this. It feels weird.

Arjun: (crossing his arms, glaring) Shut up you whore! That's your problem, not mine!

Mom: (sighs, eyes narrowing) Alright, I’ll do it. But only because you keep pushing me.

Arjun: (grinning, now more aggressive) That's the spirit! Now hold out that hand! Now spread your asscheeks you bitch!






He ignored her pleas, focusing the camera on her tiny asshole, capturing every detail, every contour. My mother, overwhelmed by a sense of utter humiliation, tried to hide her face in the pillow. 

Arjun, however, noticed her attempts to shield herself, and a cruel smile stretched across his face. He moved the camera from her asshole, focusing instead on her face.

"Show me your face," he demanded, his voice hard and unforgiving. "Don't hide from me." His voice was sharp, edged with malice, designed to break her.

"No," she whispered, her voice trembling. "Please, no." Her desperate pleas were lost in the symphony of her own shame.

"Show me your face," Arjun repeated, his voice laced with a cold fury. "Or I’ll make sure everyone else sees this too." The threat was subtle, but potent, adding a new layer of terror to her already unbearable situation.

My mother, defeated and broken, slowly raised her head. Her face was a picture of abject humiliation, a testament to the depths of her shame.



"This is the adulteress," Arjun sneered, his voice thick with disgust. "This is the woman who betrayed her husband, who violated her vows, who threw away her dignity."

"Look at her." His words were sharp, deliberately designed to inflict further pain. He reveled in her suffering.

"Please, stop," she sobbed, her voice barely a whisper. She tried to cover her face again, but Arjun was relentless.

He forced her face back into the light, his anger palpable. "Show me your face," he repeated, his voice a low growl. "Or I'll make this even worse."

She showed him her face, defeated. 

Then, in a shocking act of cruelty, Arjun spat on her face, twice, the spittle landing on her cheeks. His insults continued, each word designed to strip her of whatever dignity remained.

He finally returned his attention to her asshole, setting the camera down on the shelf to continue recording the act. He took the Vaseline, spreading it roughly across her asshole. 

My mother, knowing exactly what was coming, began to tremble, her body racked with a mixture of fear and anticipatory dread.

"Arjun," she whispered, her voice shaking. "I… I need to go to the restroom. I need to… relieve myself." 






"Why the sudden urge for the restroom?" Arjun asked, his voice a low, melodious purr that belied the cruelty simmering beneath the surface.


"I... I really need to go and shit," my mother stammered, her voice barely a whisper, the words escaping her lips like a desperate prayer. Shame burned on her cheeks.

He was still filming her.

A stark contrast to the brief, reckless abandon she had felt moments before. The mundane act of needing to shit had become monumental, a poignant symbol of her humanity.

"No," Arjun stated, the single word a flat declaration of his absolute power. 

My mother's voice caught in her throat; arguing would be futile. Her previous attempts at resistance had only fueled his sadistic delight. The realization of her complete helplessness was a crushing weight.

"Get on your knees," Arjun commanded, his tone brooking no argument. "Spread your asscheeks." The words were a cruel order, a deliberate stripping of her remaining dignity. 

The simplicity of the command masked its brutal intent, the utter disregard for her feelings a calculated tactic to amplify her humiliation

My mother, the adulteress, the once-proud woman, obeyed without a word. The act of submission was a crushing blow to her self-respect, each movement a slow, agonizing descent into the depths of her shame. 

She sank to her knees, her asshole outstretched, her big ass upward, offering herself as an anal sex sacrifice. 

Shame wasn't just a feeling; it was a physical entity, an overwhelming wave that threatened to drown her. 

She felt trapped, both physically and emotionally, caught in the inescapable web of her own actions and his malevolent intentions.

Arjun slapped his dick down onto the center of her asscheeks, the sound echoing in the oppressive silence. The contact was jarring, a sudden jolt that shattered the fragile calm. 






"Are you ready for rough anal sex Sunita?" he asked, his voice a low, menacing whisper that sent shivers down her spine. The question hung heavy in the air.

"I... I really need to go and shit," my mother repeated, her voice trembling. 

Arjun smirked, a cruel, predatory grin that revealed a hint of sadistic satisfaction. "Oh, I'm well aware of your shitting urgency," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. 

"But patience, my dear. This is far more interesting than a simple trip to the bathroom to shit. Besides, this is far more... intimate. I want to fuck your asshole before you shit." 

The words were a deliberate insult, designed to further erode her already depleted self-esteem. 


"Please," she pleaded, her voice cracking. "Just let me go. Please, Arjun, I'm begging you and stop recording me" 



"Patience," Arjun repeated, his voice laced with a mocking amusement. "This is far more... rewarding. This is where the real fun begins." He reached for a tube of Vaseline. 


"But..." she began. "It's... it's urgent." The words were a desperate attempt to assert her basic needs, a futile attempt to reclaim a sliver of control in a situation where she had absolutely none.

"Urgent?" Arjun echoed, his voice dripping with mockery. "So is this," he added, squeezing a generous amount of Vaseline into his dick. 

"Be ready," Arjun said, his voice devoid of any emotion. The coldness in his tone was a stark contrast to the feverish intensity of the anticipation that filled the room. 


He spread the Vaseline across his dick, the smooth, glistening substance reflecting the cold light of the camera. 


"Slowly!" my mother cried, her voice laced with panic and pain. "Please, go slowly!" Her body tensed, instinctively bracing against the impending violation. 

The plea was desperate, a fragile whisper against the onslaught of his power. She knew he wouldn't listen.

"Shut up you slut, you are my whore now," Arjun snarled, his voice rough and harsh. "You're already making a mess of things. You are an adulteress, don't forget that." 

His words were brutal, deliberately designed to strip her of any remaining dignity. 




I watched, my heart pounding, as his dick pressed against my mother's tight asshole. She cried out, a sharp, involuntary sound that cut through the heavy silence. "Aaaahhhhh Arjuhnnn oohhh"

The fear in her eyes was palpable, her whole body a taut coil of tension. The scene was both exciting and strangely compelling.

"I... I can feel it," Arjun murmured, his voice barely a whisper, his fingers probing deeper. "Your shit inside your asshole is pushing against my dick. It's warm. So warm." 



The words were deliberately provocative, designed to further humiliate her by reducing her to her physical response. He was drawing perverse pleasure from her suffering.

"Noooo!" my mother screamed, . "Aaaaaahhhh! Please... stop..." The screams were ragged, broken, torn from her throat by the sheer force of the pain and violation. 







Her pleas for mercy were lost in the symphony of her own suffering.

"It's so warm," Arjun repeated, his voice a low rumble, his fingers probing deeper into her sensitive flesh. "So incredibly warm." His words were a mixture of fascination and cruelty.

"Please... please... stop...ooh noo Arjun please you need to stop oooooohhh uuurrgghhhhh" my mother sobbed.

"I can't... I can't take this anymore. Please..." Her pleas were fragmented.

Arjun continued to push, his dick pressing deeper and deeper into her shitty asshole. With each push, my mother let out a moan, a guttural sound of both pain and a perverse, involuntary pleasure. 


She instinctively reached behind her, trying to pull him away, but Arjun's grip was firm, his control unwavering. 

The struggle was both physical and emotional, a desperate battle against a force far stronger than herself. The contrast between her helpless resistance and his relentless dominance was horrifying.

"Remove your hands," Arjun commanded, his voice cold and hard. The demand was a cruel twist, a perversion of intimacy.

"I... I can't," she gasped, her voice strained, her body trembling violently. "It hurts... too much." 



Arjun: [firmly pushing his dick inside her smelly asshole, holding her in place] Stop acting like a child, Sunita. This isn’t a game. You need to take this seriously.

Mom: [drawing back slightly, her eyes wide with concern] Arjun, please! It’s painful! Just… just let me go and shit!

Arjun: [his voice sharp and demanding] It’s painful because you haven't been keeping up with this. If you’d put in the effort, maybe you wouldn’t feel this way! 

Mom: [voice rising in desperation] But it really hurts! You can’t just dismiss my feelings! You need to allow me to go to the restroom oooohhhh

Arjun: [his eyes narrowing, frustration evident in his tone] I’m not dismissing them—I’m trying to help you understand! My cock is not even entering your asshole fully right now, so you need to relax! 




Mom: [growing increasingly anxious, her heart racing] I-I’m trying, but it’s overwhelming! I can’t handle this!

Arjun: [leaning closer, intensity in his gaze] You think it’s easy for me? You need to listen! I won’t allow you to walk away without realizing the importance of this. 

Mom: [voice trembling, the weight of his words sinking in] Okay, but… I really didn’t expect it to be like this!




Arjun: [still holding her gaze, now calmer but firmly persistent] That’s the problem, Sunita. You need to embrace it. This isn’t an option for you anymore. 

Mom: [fear creeping in, she feels the gravity of the moment] I-I understand! I’ll listen to you, I promise! I’m sorry for being so resistant!

Arjun: [finally loosening his grip, his expression softening slightly but still assertive] You better mean it, Sunita. I need you committed to this. No more backing out.

Mom: [nodding earnestly, relief and apprehension mingling in her eyes] I do! I really do. I won’t let you down again. Just… just guide me, okay?





There was a struggle, a desperate tug-of-war between her feeble resistance and his relentless determination. 

"No... no..." she cried, her voice laced with anguish. "Please... don't...you are pushing too hard" Her pleas were desperate, her will crumbling under the weight of the invasion. 



"I said, remove your hands," Arjun growled, his voice tight with barely controlled rage. 

"Noooooooo my ass!" my mother shrieked, the sound raw and filled with pain. "It hurts! Oh God, it hurts so much!" The words were ragged, torn from her throat by the sheer force of the sensation. 




"It's alright," Arjun murmured, his voice a strange mixture of soothing and cruelty. "It's already inside. Nothing to worry about." 

"Aaaaaahhhhhhh oohh Aarrjunnn please oooooohhhh sshhhh don't push hard!" my mother screamed again, her voice a blend of pain, anguish, and a desperate plea for mercy. 

Arjun, sensing her increasing arousal, moved his dick back and forth, using a slow, rhythmic motion to stretch and work her elastic asshole, testing their limits. 

The deliberate slowness of his movements heightened the suspense, the anticipation of the next thrust.  His dick was now fully inside and it was mixing with mom's shit inside her asshole.

This was so disgusting for my mom but for Arjun Sir, it was fascinating.

"Look at ashole," Arjun said, his voice thick with a mixture of admiration and disgust. "So stretchy, so… accommodating. I told you it will stretch to my dick's size"


The words were a twisted compliment, a perverse attempt to degrade her while simultaneously praising her body's response. 
"Oh god… please… Arrrggghh h ah ah ahhhhh oooohh ssshhh uuurrrhhhh” 

Arjun shifted slightly, adjusting her position so that the camera caught his dick fitting fully into her asshole. "Look at the camera," he demanded, his voice cold. 

"Show your beautiful, stretchy asshole." The command was a cruel twist, turning the act into a spectacle.

My mother, her face a mask of shame and tears, looked at the camera. The sight of her in this state, this utter degradation, was beyond belief. 


Dear friends, this wasn't the religious, moral woman I knew. This was a stranger, a broken and humiliated woman, trapped in a situation beyond her control. The camera captured her utter defeat.



"You cheated on your husband," Arjun said, his voice dripping with contempt. "You betrayed your family, your values, everything you ever claimed to believe in. Look at yourself." 


His words were a cruel reminder of her transgression, designed to inflict further pain. He wanted to strip her of any remaining dignity.

"I... I know," she whispered, her voice choked with sobs. "I’m so ashamed." The confession was a broken admission of guilt, a testament to the depths of her humiliation. She had lost everything.

Arjun, ignoring her pleas, began to move his dick more forcefully, pushing them in and out of her asshole. "Aaaaaaaaaahhhhh!" she screamed. "Oh God… please… stop… aaahhh Arrjuunnnnn" 


"Ooohhh Aarrrjjunn aaahh sshh oooh fuck meeee ooooohhhhh yesss ooooh pplleaasssee oooohhhhhhhh"


Her voice was ragged, broken, barely human. "No… no… more…please don't push hard aoooooh aaahhhhh"

"You're going to make a real mess of the bed tonight with your shit, my dear," Arjun said, his voice laced with a crude amusement. 

"All that shit inside your asshole. You're really going to mess the bed." His words were deliberate insults, designed to amplify her shame and degradation. He reveled in her helplessness.

"Noooooooo!" she screamed. "Oh God… oh God… it hurts… so much… please…" Her big ass trembled violently with each forceful push, her body wracked with both pain and a strange, unwelcome pleasure. 

The room began to fill with the sharp, smelly scent of her shit, a potent fragrance that hung heavy in the air. It was the unmistakable smell of her shit.


As Arjun began fucking her asshole forcefully, he held her hair.








I watched, horrified and strangely fascinated, as her shit, thick and glistening, started coating Arjun’s dick as he continued his rhythmic pushing in and out of her stinky asshole. 

The dark, slick shit of my mom clinging to his cock was a visceral testament to her surrender, a shocking visual representation of her utter degradation. 

It was a scene I never expected to witness, a violation that transcended the boundaries of normal comprehension.

"Harder, Arjun," my mother begged, her voice a breathless whisper. "Please, harder. Push harder into my anus. I need… I need to shit, the intense feeling. It's… it's overwhelming, but I can't stop wanting more." 


All of a sudden she started moaning and begging him to violate her smelly asshole. I couldn't believe she was telling him and encouraging him to do so.

He obeyed, his movements gaining speed and intensity. The sounds were sickeningly intimate – a wet, slapping sound as his dick met her asshole, accompanied by her ragged gasps and moans. 

"Aaahhhh fuck meee aooooohh yesss esss ooooh fuck meeee fuck my ass oooohh yesss Arrjunnnn"


A rhythmic slapping punctuated by heavy breathing filled the air, creating an almost hypnotic soundscape. 

"I… I love it," she confessed, her voice trembling. "I love the feeling of your dick in my filthy shitty asshole. The pain… the pressure… it’s exquisite. It’s so wrong, yet so incredibly right." 





Her words were a mixture of shame and a perverse kind of exhilaration. The intensity of the experience was clearly overwhelming her senses.

"Are you sure?" Arjun asked, his voice a low murmur. "This… this is more intense than I anticipated. Tell me more about what you're feeling."

"It's… it's unlike anything I've ever known," my mother explained, her voice thick with emotion. "My asshole is in love with your big dick. It's a violation, yes, but it's also… freeing."

She continued, "It's as if this pain is washing away all my guilt, all my regrets. It's a release." Her voice was a strange mix of shame and newfound liberation.


"You've changed Sunita," Arjun said, his voice laced with a mixture of admiration and contempt. 



"You're a woman without shame now. You’ve betrayed your husband, your family, your values, everything you claimed to believe in."

"You've thrown away everything you held Sunita, you are a whore." He continued his rhythmic motions, his pace quickening.

"I am no longer a good wife to Arvind," my mother admitted, her voice barely a whisper. 

"I’m not respectable. I'm… I'm a cheat. I deserve this. I am a slut, I am a whore! I’ve forfeited any claim to morality, any right to respectability." 



Her voice cracked, broken with shame and remorse, yet there was a strange undercurrent of something else – a perverse sense of freedom.

"I want you to be immoral," Arjun stated, his voice firm. 

"I want you to embrace this, to revel in your shamelessness. Let go of your morality, your former values. Embrace this dirty adultery." 


He moved his dick in her asshole with renewed force, his pace increasing. 

He was pushing her to her limits.

"I will be immoral for you," my mother replied, her voice tight with desire. 


"I’ll be as depraved and shameless as you want me to be. I'll discard any pretenses of decency. I don’t care anymore. I just want this and you will fuck my ass each day you want" 





Arjun: [his voice low and intense, his eyes locked on hers] Sunita, from the moment I met you, I knew I wanted to take you away from your husband. I wanted all of you for myself.

Mom: [her face flushing, a mix of guilt and desire] Arjun, I... I don’t know what to say. I feel like a slut oooh fuck my ass baby fuck my shitty asshole, make me shit on the bed

Arjun: [his dick going deeper in her asshole] Earlier, you were screaming for me to stop, telling me you didn’t want me to push harder. And now? Now you’re begging me to do just that. Tell me how much you want my dick in your smelly asshole.

Mom: [her eyes flickering with shame] I… I want it so much, Arjun. I feel so alive when you fuck my asshole like this.

Arjun: [his voice encouraging, yet laced with a possessive tone] More, Sunita. Let me hear you say it—how much do you want me to fuck your smelly asshole

Mom: [her gaze cast down, pushing back her ass] I want you to push harder, Arjun. I want to feel your cock all over me, to know that I’m yours. Only yours aaahhhhhhhh

Arjun: [his grip on her ass tightening slightly] And what about your husband? What about the life you have with him?

Mom: [her voice quivering] I… I don’t care about any of that right now. All I care about is how you make me feel. I know it’s wrong, but I want you, Arjun. Fuck my smelly asshole, my shitty anus




Arjun: [his voice filled with a possessive intensity] You want me, despite everything? Tell me again, how much you want me to fuck you like a slut

Mom: [her voice shaking, a mix of shame and longing] I want it so much, Arjun. I want to feel your big dick inside my anus, to know that I’m yours and yours alone. Please, don’t stop. Make me shit on the bed

Arjun: [his eyes locked on hers, his voice low and husky] I won’t stop, Sunita. I’ll keep pushing as long as you beg me to. But promise me one thing.

Mom: [her eyes filled with a mixture of desire and vulnerability] Anything, Arjun. I’ll promise you anything.

Arjun: [his voice thick with intensity] You have to promise that you’ll always give me your ass for me to fuck, that you’ll always crave my dick inside our asshole. Can you do that for me, Sunita?

Mom: [her heart racing, filled with shame and desire, her voice unwavering] Yes, Arjun. I promise. Your dick will always be inside my asshole, I will give my asshole to your whenever you want



Dear friends, can you believe what my mom is saying? She’s been talking so shamelessly, completely unfiltered and embracing a slutty  attitude that’s both shocking and oddly refreshing; 

I can’t help but love her newfound boldness, even if it makes me a bit uncomfortable! Maybe this is the real woman she truly is, a slut.








Arjun: [his eyes simmering with intensity as he watches her] You know what you’re admitting, don’t you? This isn’t just a fleeting moment. You’re choosing me.

Mom: [her cheeks burning with shame] I... I am a spoiled woman, Arjun, I am your whore, I am your slut. I know it’s wrong to feel this way, but I can’t help myself. I want you more than I should.

Arjun: [his gaze steady, compelling] Tell me what you want, Sunita. I need to hear it from you.

Mom: [swallowing hard, her voice small yet filled with conviction] I want to be yours. I want to be the woman of Arjun. I want to surrender to you completely, even if it makes me feel so shameful.

Arjun: [a satisfied smirk playing at his lips] So you accept it? You embrace this desire? The desire of you receiving my dick inside your asshole from now onwards?

Sunita: [her heart racing, her confession trembles on her lips] Aaahhh! Yes, I accept it. I’m spoiling myself, allowing all my thoughts to turn to you, and I crave your dick inside my asshole

Arjun: [his expression softening slightly, yet still possessive] And what about your old life? What about your husband? 

Sunita: [her voice breaking slightly, yet filled with determination] I don’t care. I don’t want to be that woman anymore, Arjun. I want to be wild and free—to be yours, fully and completely.

Arjun: [leaning in closer, his voice low and passionate] Then let go of those thoughts. Accept what you want, Sunita. You are with me now. 

Sunita: [looking back into his eyes, desperation lacing her words] If it means being yours, then I’ll embrace it all, the shame, the thrill. I want you to keep fucking me, Arjun. 

Arjun: [his voice filled with dark promise] Then you will be mine. I’ll make sure you never forget it. You will dream about my dick in your asshole only

Sunita: [her heart racing, a mix of thrill and apprehension] I won’t forget. I want to be the woman who belongs to you—who accepts all of this, shamelessly. Fuck my asshole aaahhhh!



Her words were a complete surrender to his will, a desperate plea for more pain and pleasure. She was no longer ashamed. She turned to be a slut.

My mother’s moans intensified, punctuated by sharp intakes of breath. "Harder, ooh yess fuck my slutty assshoolee oooooohhh ess Arjjunn you are better than my husband" she cried, her voice strained. 



"Please… push harder. I need the pressure, the burning sensation of my asshole feels good. It’s… it’s intoxicating." Her back arched, her asshole stretching to the limit. She was completely under his control.



Arjun looked down at his dick, at the ever-increasing amount of her shit coating his cock. "Look," he said, his voice a low murmur. "Your shit is all over my dick." He spoke quietly, almost reverently.



"I don’t care," my mother replied, her voice thick with shame and excitement. "I want to make your dick dirty. I want to stain them with my stinky shit. Let it cover you. I want you to be a part of this." 

She shuddered, a mixture of shame and arousal running through her. She was completely embracing her degradation.

Arjun smiled, a slow, predatory grin. "I love how naughty you’re being," he said, his voice soft but laced with authority. 


"This… this is incredible." He continued to fuck her already loose asshole, his dick moving faster and faster. He was enjoying her complete submission.


My mother, her face contorted in a mixture of pain and pleasure, whimpered, "I’m… I’m unholy. I'm a slut. I’m everything bad and your whore too” 


She spoke the words as though she were both disgusted and aroused by them, her voice laced with both shame and a strange exhilaration.

Arjun chuckled, a low, guttural sound. "You are unholy," he agreed, his voice laced with admiration. "You are everything you said. Embrace that. Own it. There is no turning back." 


He pressed his dick deeper against her asshole harder, increasing both her pain and her pleasure. The intensity of the scene was overwhelming. 


I could see his dick getting more dirty with mom's stinky brown shit.

"Push harder behind, push your ass  back" Arjun instructed, his voice low and commanding. He watched as her asshole stretched, her body arching against his dick, her moans growing louder.

"Yes… yes…" my mother whimpered, obeying instantly. "Push harder… harder… I… I belong to you. I am your whore." She was utterly submissive, lost in the overwhelming sensations.

"Do you want me to spoil your asshole?" Arjun asked, his voice a low purr. He watched her intently, his gaze lingering on her face.


"Yes," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "Spoil them. Ruin them. I want you to mark my asshole with our big dick. I want you to completely own me." 


Her words were a complete surrender, a desperate plea for more. She was completely consumed by the experience. She had completely lost herself. The scene was a terrifying display of dominance and submission.





The next part is going to be awesome.........

What do you think friends?