09-04-2025, 12:43 AM
Mom locked her bedroom door behind her, the soft click reverberating in the stillness of our house. I couldn’t sleep, the night’s events—Manoj’s roaming hands, the dampness between her thighs, Shalini’s provocative words—churning in my mind like a restless storm.
A strange pull tugged me out of bed, my socks silent on the floor as I crept toward her room. A sliver of light glowed under her door, and I pressed my ear against it, peering through the keyhole with a mix of curiosity and unease.
Inside, Mom sat on the edge of her bed, her nightgown hiked up past her knees, revealing the smooth, golden skin of her thighs. Her hand rested there, inches from her clean shaven thirsty pussy, a private warmth I’d never seen her touch before.
Her fingers began to move—slow, tentative circles at first, then bolder, rubbing with a quiet urgency. She was horny, a raw, pulsing need etched into her quickening breaths and half-closed eyes.
Manoj had left her in this state—his touch in the car, his kiss on the dance floor, had ignited a fire she couldn’t douse. I knew she was somehow thinking about this all the time while she was rubbing her pussy.
Her 38-inch bust heaved with each shallow gasp, her 34-inch waist curved softly, and her big moti ass pressed into the mattress, shifting as she sought relief.
It was clear she wanted her pussy to be fucked so hard, a release to quench the thirst he’d stirred.
She reached for her phone, and my heart skipped, expecting her to call Manoj, to invite him back to finish what he’d started.
But instead, she tapped Dad’s name, launching a video call.
The screen flickered to life, and his tired face appeared, I re adjusted my positioning from the window so that I could see dad's face in mom's phone, lit by the harsh glow of his Dubai apartment.
I stayed hidden, shocked, watching as her hand lingered near her pussy, her horny restlessness spilling into the call, her body a live wire of need.
Dad: - “Rekha? It’s the middle of the night there—what’s going on? Why’re you calling me now?”
Mom: - “Amit, I couldn’t wait—I’m so horny, I needed to hear your voice. I’m burning up without you. My tiny pussy is twitching, clenching, I want it now baby, I want your dick inside my pussy”
Dad: - “Horny? Rekha, you look… different—flushed, restless. What’s gotten into you tonight? What is going on?”
Mom: - “I’m missing you so much—it’s unbearable. I’m touching myself, Amit—my pussy’s aching for you.”
Her voice trembled with desperation, and I saw her fingers press harder, rubbing her pussy through the thin nightgown. A soft moan slipped out, her 38-inch bust rising sharply, her hand grazing her breast then sliding back down.
I couldn't understand what is going on with my mom this night. Is this all because Manoj has turned her to thirst for a dick just because he kissed her and rubbed her pussy in the car while she was asleep?
Dad’s eyes widened, his confusion plain across the screen.
Dad: - “Touching yourself? Rekha, what’s that sound—those moans? Are you alright, jaan? What’s happening over there?”
Mom: - “I’m fine—just so damn horny, Amit. It’s been too long, and I can’t stop. Talk to me—please, I need you. It has been two months since you fucked me my love”
Dad: - “I’ve never heard you like this before—you’re scaring me, Rekha. You’re always so calm, so pure—what’s changed?”
Mom: - “Don’t ask questions—just help me, Amit. Speak filthy to me, quench this fire. I want you to talk dirty to me on the phone until I cum. Let's us do phone sex right now. NO more questions my love. I’m begging you—make me feel you.”
I froze, my breath catching—shocked like Dad. My pure, religious Mom, who lit diyas every morning, now horny and demanding filth?
My mom and dad never did phone sex before. So I don't know where my mom got this idea from. Maybe from Shalini? But I am not certain because I never heard Shalini talk to her about this idea of phone sex.
Her hand kneaded her breast, fingers circling her pussy, her eyes locked on Dad’s stunned face. Through the window, I watched her body shift, her 44-inch ass grinding slightly against the bed, the nightgown riding higher to expose more of her thighs.
The image clashed with everything I knew—her prayers, her modesty—replaced by this raw, thirsty woman I didn’t recognize.
Dad: - “Filthy? Rekha, I can’t—you’re my wife, not some… I don’t know how to say those things!”
Mom: - “Don’t you dare hold back—I’m dying here, Amit! Call me a dirty slut—say it, make me feel alive!”
Dad: - “A dirty slut? Rekha, please—behave yourself! I’ve never seen you this wild—what’s wrong with you tonight? You are supposed to be religious”
Mom: - “Wrong? I’m thirsty, that’s what’s wrong! Been alone too long, and I need you to fuck me with your words—do it!”
Dad’s face twisted, torn between shock and love. She’d always had a hold over him, and now, her rude urgency bent him to her will. He exhaled, his voice shaky but yielding.
Dad: - “Alright, jaan—I’ll try, for you. I’d start with your neck—kissing it slow, sucking till you shiver, tasting every bit of you.”
Mom: - “Oh, Amit… yes, that’s it—keep going, don’t stop now, I’m feeling you already.”
Dad: - “Then your shoulders—I’d bite them gentle, trail my tongue down, feel your skin heat up under me, driving me crazy.”
Mom: - “Mmm… crazy—yes, I love that. More, Amit—give me more, I’m so horny for you.”
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Her fingers pressed her breast harder, kneading the soft flesh, then slid back to her pussy, rubbing with a steady rhythm. Her moans grew louder—sweet, needy hums that filled the room. Her 34-inch waist twisted slightly, her plump ass shifting as she arched into her touch.
I couldn’t believe it—my Mom, so thirsty, lost in this primal need, her body begging for what Manoj had awakened and Dad now fed.
Dad: - “Down your chest—I’d linger on those breasts, Rekha, kissing them, teasing them till you’re gasping, knowing how much I want you.”
Mom: - “Oh… gasping—yes, I’m yours, Amit. Tell me how bad you want me—make it filthy.”
Dad: - “So bad, jaan—I’d suck those nipples, squeeze you tight, then slide lower, kissing your waist, your hips, worshipping every curve.”
Mom: - “Worship me—oh, I feel it, Amit. Lower—don’t tease me, take me there. Oohh yesss I can feel my pussy vibrating just listening to your words my love oooh go on”
Her hand moved faster, fingers circling her pussy, her breaths ragged. Dad’s voice deepened, still hesitant but caught in her pull, his confusion giving way to a reluctant heat. My mom didn't really want to call dad, but she called him because she wanted to do away with thinking about Manoj and removing the thirst Manoj brought to her.
Dad: - “Your thighs, Rekha—I’d spread them wide, kiss inside, deep and slow, tasting you, driving you wild till you’re begging me.”
Mom: - “Begging—yes, I’m begging now! Deeper, Amit—tell me what you’d do, I’m so close.”
Dad: - “I’d take you, jaan—push my cock inside your pussy, pound you hard, fill you up till you’re screaming my name.”
Mom: - “Oh… fuck, Amit—hard, yes! I’m… I’m there—don’t stop, I’m cumming!”
He caught her gasps, guiding her through the peak.
Dad: - “Cum for me, Rekha—let it all out, scream if you want, I’m with you, pounding you deep—are you there?”
Mom: - “Yes—oh, fuck, Amit! I’m cumming—oh God, yes—harder… oh!”
Her body tensed, her hand trembling against her pussy, and she gasped out broken words—“Oh… fuck… Amit… yes!”—sharp, desperate, a release that shook her whole frame. Her pussy splashed out juices and she orgasmed and she even wetted the bed with her pussy juices.
Her 38-inch bust heaved, her face flushed red, her enormous ass lifting off the bed as she shuddered, waves of pleasure crashing through her. She sank back, panting, her hand falling limp, the nightgown tangled around her hips.
Dad: - “You satisfied now, Rekha? That was… intense—my heart’s racing over here. This is the first time I have ever done this phone sex thing”
Mom: - “Yes, Amit… so satisfied—thank you, love. I needed you so bad tonight.”
Dad: - “I’m glad, jaan—love you more than anything. But why’re you like this? This isn’t my Rekha—what’s going on?”
Mom: - “Love you too—just missing you, Amit. Been so horny without you, that’s all—I couldn’t hold it in. I don't know where this feeling of thirst is coming from but don't worry”
Dad: - “Missing me this much? You’re different—wilder than I’ve ever seen. My religious Rekha, acting like this?”
Mom: - “I know—it’s strange for me too. Just lonely, thirsty—when’re you back, Amit? I need you here. I just don't know what is going on with me”
I wish dad knew what was going on with my mom. She was acting like this because there is another man who is causing her to act filthy like this.
That man is non other than Manoj, she met him for the first time and here she is in horny mode because he kissed her and rubbed her pussy earlier on.
Dad: - “Three months, jaan—still a while. Can’t rush it, but I hate leaving you like this.”
Mom: - “Three months? Too damn long—my pussy’s gonna ache till then, Amit! You have a small dick but I want that small dick in me”
Dad: - “Cmon Rekha, stop saying I have a small dick. Even if it is small, you love it. You’re strong, Rekha—my religious beauty. You can wait, keep that faith you love.”
Mom: - “Faith? I can’t wait with this horny fire burning me up—I’m not that strong right now!”
Dad: - “You are, jaan—I know you. I’ll find a way, come sooner—I can’t let my gorgeous wife suffer like this.”
Mom: - “You better, Amit—I’m counting on you. Love you—need you so much.”
Dad: - “Love you too, Rekha—more than words. Night, jaan—dream of me.”
She kissed the phone, a loud smack, and hung up, her face softening into a satisfied smile—content, dreamy, a woman quenched for now.
After she hung up, she told herself in whispering voice, "Ooh my love Amit, the truth is that your dick never satisfies me but I miss it"
I didn't believe my mom was talking like this. I never saw my dad's dick but I believe what she is telling herself. Maybe dad had a small dick but I don't know since I never sneaked in to watch them having sex.
Her eyes fluttered shut, her breath evening out as sleep claimed her, her body still in the afterglow. But I knew—Manoj’s touch, not Dad’s voice, had sparked this thirst, a secret she’d buried in her lies.
I pulled back from the keyhole, my heart pounding, my mind reeling. Through that tiny view, I’d seen her hand slow, then fall to her side, her nightgown tangled high, exposing her thighs—smooth, damp, marked by her release.
Her 38-inch bust settled with each deep breath, her 34-inch waist a gentle curve, her 44-inch ass pressing into the mattress, a silent testament to her need.
She’d been horny—raw, pulsing, a fire Manoj had lit with his hands in the car, his kiss on the dance floor. Dad’s words had carried her over, but the root was deeper, darker.
I crept back to my room, shocked like Dad had been. My pure Mom—always in sarees, chanting mantras—now horny and rude, her hands on her pussy, demanding filth? I didn’t believe she could burn like this, her thirst so fierce it broke her gentle shell.
Dad’s confusion echoed mine—her religious core clashed with this wildness, and she’d hidden Manoj, blaming it on loneliness. But I saw it—his fingers, his boldness, had cracked something in her, unleashing a hunger she couldn’t name or confess.
The house fell still, her soft snores filtering through the wall. She slept with that smile, satisfied for now, but the night’s shadow lingered. Three months until Dad returned—her horny thirst would simmer, fed by a stranger’s touch she wouldn’t admit.
I lay in bed, the image of her—beautiful, conflicted, undone—burning in my mind, a secret I’d keep locked tight, a weight I didn’t fully understand.
However, I was ready to find out how it will go between Manoj and my mom. But what I knew is that Manoj has very well influenced my mom's sexual desire in an indirect way.
To be continued..........
Friends, will Manoj fuck my mom? What will happen next? Stay tuned and send in your comments.
A strange pull tugged me out of bed, my socks silent on the floor as I crept toward her room. A sliver of light glowed under her door, and I pressed my ear against it, peering through the keyhole with a mix of curiosity and unease.
Inside, Mom sat on the edge of her bed, her nightgown hiked up past her knees, revealing the smooth, golden skin of her thighs. Her hand rested there, inches from her clean shaven thirsty pussy, a private warmth I’d never seen her touch before.
Her fingers began to move—slow, tentative circles at first, then bolder, rubbing with a quiet urgency. She was horny, a raw, pulsing need etched into her quickening breaths and half-closed eyes.
Manoj had left her in this state—his touch in the car, his kiss on the dance floor, had ignited a fire she couldn’t douse. I knew she was somehow thinking about this all the time while she was rubbing her pussy.
Her 38-inch bust heaved with each shallow gasp, her 34-inch waist curved softly, and her big moti ass pressed into the mattress, shifting as she sought relief.
It was clear she wanted her pussy to be fucked so hard, a release to quench the thirst he’d stirred.
She reached for her phone, and my heart skipped, expecting her to call Manoj, to invite him back to finish what he’d started.
But instead, she tapped Dad’s name, launching a video call.
The screen flickered to life, and his tired face appeared, I re adjusted my positioning from the window so that I could see dad's face in mom's phone, lit by the harsh glow of his Dubai apartment.
I stayed hidden, shocked, watching as her hand lingered near her pussy, her horny restlessness spilling into the call, her body a live wire of need.
Dad: - “Rekha? It’s the middle of the night there—what’s going on? Why’re you calling me now?”
Mom: - “Amit, I couldn’t wait—I’m so horny, I needed to hear your voice. I’m burning up without you. My tiny pussy is twitching, clenching, I want it now baby, I want your dick inside my pussy”
Dad: - “Horny? Rekha, you look… different—flushed, restless. What’s gotten into you tonight? What is going on?”
Mom: - “I’m missing you so much—it’s unbearable. I’m touching myself, Amit—my pussy’s aching for you.”
Her voice trembled with desperation, and I saw her fingers press harder, rubbing her pussy through the thin nightgown. A soft moan slipped out, her 38-inch bust rising sharply, her hand grazing her breast then sliding back down.
I couldn't understand what is going on with my mom this night. Is this all because Manoj has turned her to thirst for a dick just because he kissed her and rubbed her pussy in the car while she was asleep?
Dad’s eyes widened, his confusion plain across the screen.
Dad: - “Touching yourself? Rekha, what’s that sound—those moans? Are you alright, jaan? What’s happening over there?”
Mom: - “I’m fine—just so damn horny, Amit. It’s been too long, and I can’t stop. Talk to me—please, I need you. It has been two months since you fucked me my love”
Dad: - “I’ve never heard you like this before—you’re scaring me, Rekha. You’re always so calm, so pure—what’s changed?”
Mom: - “Don’t ask questions—just help me, Amit. Speak filthy to me, quench this fire. I want you to talk dirty to me on the phone until I cum. Let's us do phone sex right now. NO more questions my love. I’m begging you—make me feel you.”
I froze, my breath catching—shocked like Dad. My pure, religious Mom, who lit diyas every morning, now horny and demanding filth?
My mom and dad never did phone sex before. So I don't know where my mom got this idea from. Maybe from Shalini? But I am not certain because I never heard Shalini talk to her about this idea of phone sex.
Her hand kneaded her breast, fingers circling her pussy, her eyes locked on Dad’s stunned face. Through the window, I watched her body shift, her 44-inch ass grinding slightly against the bed, the nightgown riding higher to expose more of her thighs.
The image clashed with everything I knew—her prayers, her modesty—replaced by this raw, thirsty woman I didn’t recognize.
Dad: - “Filthy? Rekha, I can’t—you’re my wife, not some… I don’t know how to say those things!”
Mom: - “Don’t you dare hold back—I’m dying here, Amit! Call me a dirty slut—say it, make me feel alive!”
Dad: - “A dirty slut? Rekha, please—behave yourself! I’ve never seen you this wild—what’s wrong with you tonight? You are supposed to be religious”
Mom: - “Wrong? I’m thirsty, that’s what’s wrong! Been alone too long, and I need you to fuck me with your words—do it!”
Dad’s face twisted, torn between shock and love. She’d always had a hold over him, and now, her rude urgency bent him to her will. He exhaled, his voice shaky but yielding.
Dad: - “Alright, jaan—I’ll try, for you. I’d start with your neck—kissing it slow, sucking till you shiver, tasting every bit of you.”
Mom: - “Oh, Amit… yes, that’s it—keep going, don’t stop now, I’m feeling you already.”
Dad: - “Then your shoulders—I’d bite them gentle, trail my tongue down, feel your skin heat up under me, driving me crazy.”
Mom: - “Mmm… crazy—yes, I love that. More, Amit—give me more, I’m so horny for you.”
Her fingers pressed her breast harder, kneading the soft flesh, then slid back to her pussy, rubbing with a steady rhythm. Her moans grew louder—sweet, needy hums that filled the room. Her 34-inch waist twisted slightly, her plump ass shifting as she arched into her touch.
I couldn’t believe it—my Mom, so thirsty, lost in this primal need, her body begging for what Manoj had awakened and Dad now fed.
Dad: - “Down your chest—I’d linger on those breasts, Rekha, kissing them, teasing them till you’re gasping, knowing how much I want you.”
Mom: - “Oh… gasping—yes, I’m yours, Amit. Tell me how bad you want me—make it filthy.”
Dad: - “So bad, jaan—I’d suck those nipples, squeeze you tight, then slide lower, kissing your waist, your hips, worshipping every curve.”
Mom: - “Worship me—oh, I feel it, Amit. Lower—don’t tease me, take me there. Oohh yesss I can feel my pussy vibrating just listening to your words my love oooh go on”
Her hand moved faster, fingers circling her pussy, her breaths ragged. Dad’s voice deepened, still hesitant but caught in her pull, his confusion giving way to a reluctant heat. My mom didn't really want to call dad, but she called him because she wanted to do away with thinking about Manoj and removing the thirst Manoj brought to her.
Dad: - “Your thighs, Rekha—I’d spread them wide, kiss inside, deep and slow, tasting you, driving you wild till you’re begging me.”
Mom: - “Begging—yes, I’m begging now! Deeper, Amit—tell me what you’d do, I’m so close.”
Dad: - “I’d take you, jaan—push my cock inside your pussy, pound you hard, fill you up till you’re screaming my name.”
Mom: - “Oh… fuck, Amit—hard, yes! I’m… I’m there—don’t stop, I’m cumming!”
He caught her gasps, guiding her through the peak.
Dad: - “Cum for me, Rekha—let it all out, scream if you want, I’m with you, pounding you deep—are you there?”
Mom: - “Yes—oh, fuck, Amit! I’m cumming—oh God, yes—harder… oh!”
Her body tensed, her hand trembling against her pussy, and she gasped out broken words—“Oh… fuck… Amit… yes!”—sharp, desperate, a release that shook her whole frame. Her pussy splashed out juices and she orgasmed and she even wetted the bed with her pussy juices.
Her 38-inch bust heaved, her face flushed red, her enormous ass lifting off the bed as she shuddered, waves of pleasure crashing through her. She sank back, panting, her hand falling limp, the nightgown tangled around her hips.
Dad: - “You satisfied now, Rekha? That was… intense—my heart’s racing over here. This is the first time I have ever done this phone sex thing”
Mom: - “Yes, Amit… so satisfied—thank you, love. I needed you so bad tonight.”
Dad: - “I’m glad, jaan—love you more than anything. But why’re you like this? This isn’t my Rekha—what’s going on?”
Mom: - “Love you too—just missing you, Amit. Been so horny without you, that’s all—I couldn’t hold it in. I don't know where this feeling of thirst is coming from but don't worry”
Dad: - “Missing me this much? You’re different—wilder than I’ve ever seen. My religious Rekha, acting like this?”
Mom: - “I know—it’s strange for me too. Just lonely, thirsty—when’re you back, Amit? I need you here. I just don't know what is going on with me”
I wish dad knew what was going on with my mom. She was acting like this because there is another man who is causing her to act filthy like this.
That man is non other than Manoj, she met him for the first time and here she is in horny mode because he kissed her and rubbed her pussy earlier on.
Dad: - “Three months, jaan—still a while. Can’t rush it, but I hate leaving you like this.”
Mom: - “Three months? Too damn long—my pussy’s gonna ache till then, Amit! You have a small dick but I want that small dick in me”
Dad: - “Cmon Rekha, stop saying I have a small dick. Even if it is small, you love it. You’re strong, Rekha—my religious beauty. You can wait, keep that faith you love.”
Mom: - “Faith? I can’t wait with this horny fire burning me up—I’m not that strong right now!”
Dad: - “You are, jaan—I know you. I’ll find a way, come sooner—I can’t let my gorgeous wife suffer like this.”
Mom: - “You better, Amit—I’m counting on you. Love you—need you so much.”
Dad: - “Love you too, Rekha—more than words. Night, jaan—dream of me.”
She kissed the phone, a loud smack, and hung up, her face softening into a satisfied smile—content, dreamy, a woman quenched for now.
After she hung up, she told herself in whispering voice, "Ooh my love Amit, the truth is that your dick never satisfies me but I miss it"
I didn't believe my mom was talking like this. I never saw my dad's dick but I believe what she is telling herself. Maybe dad had a small dick but I don't know since I never sneaked in to watch them having sex.
Her eyes fluttered shut, her breath evening out as sleep claimed her, her body still in the afterglow. But I knew—Manoj’s touch, not Dad’s voice, had sparked this thirst, a secret she’d buried in her lies.
I pulled back from the keyhole, my heart pounding, my mind reeling. Through that tiny view, I’d seen her hand slow, then fall to her side, her nightgown tangled high, exposing her thighs—smooth, damp, marked by her release.
Her 38-inch bust settled with each deep breath, her 34-inch waist a gentle curve, her 44-inch ass pressing into the mattress, a silent testament to her need.
She’d been horny—raw, pulsing, a fire Manoj had lit with his hands in the car, his kiss on the dance floor. Dad’s words had carried her over, but the root was deeper, darker.
I crept back to my room, shocked like Dad had been. My pure Mom—always in sarees, chanting mantras—now horny and rude, her hands on her pussy, demanding filth? I didn’t believe she could burn like this, her thirst so fierce it broke her gentle shell.
Dad’s confusion echoed mine—her religious core clashed with this wildness, and she’d hidden Manoj, blaming it on loneliness. But I saw it—his fingers, his boldness, had cracked something in her, unleashing a hunger she couldn’t name or confess.
The house fell still, her soft snores filtering through the wall. She slept with that smile, satisfied for now, but the night’s shadow lingered. Three months until Dad returned—her horny thirst would simmer, fed by a stranger’s touch she wouldn’t admit.
I lay in bed, the image of her—beautiful, conflicted, undone—burning in my mind, a secret I’d keep locked tight, a weight I didn’t fully understand.
However, I was ready to find out how it will go between Manoj and my mom. But what I knew is that Manoj has very well influenced my mom's sexual desire in an indirect way.
To be continued..........
Friends, will Manoj fuck my mom? What will happen next? Stay tuned and send in your comments.
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