17-04-2025, 02:49 AM
The whispers of Manoj's sexual tantrums were truly work.
The room was a blur of heat and noise, the air thick with sweat and something I couldn’t name.
I was still crouched by the door, my eye glued to the keyhole, my heart pounding like it wanted to escape.
Mom—Rekha—was on her hands and knees, her fat ass up, jiggling with every thrust as Manoj fucked her doggystyle.
Up until now, my innocent mind was giving me this uncomfortable instinct that Manoj was doing a sin with my mom.
Her big boobs swung beneath her, nipples hard, and her pussy was slick, swallowing his thick, veined cock.
Her moans were louder now, raw and rhythmic, like her body was betraying her heart.
I didn’t understand why she sounded like she liked it, but it made my stomach twist. Why is she liking it? And why are they naked?
Mom - “Aashh! Oohhh! Aaahhh! Manoj… it’s too much…”
Manoj - “Fuck, Rekha, hear you moaning like a slut! Your pussy’s loving my cock—gonna fuck you harder!”
Mom - “Ahhhh! Uuhhh! No, Manoj… please, not so hard… I can’t…oooh you are so...so....so...rough!”
Manoj - “Can’t? You’re screaming for it, bitch! Take my dick deep—fuck, you’re wet!”
Her screams filled the room, high and desperate, as Manoj gripped her hips and slammed into her, his cock plunging deeper, relentless.
I slightly shifted my innocent mind to tell myself maybe Manoj was giving something pleasurable to my mom because why was she looking happy but hiding it from Manoj?
But I worried—why was Mom screaming like that, like she was enjoying it? Her face was flushed, lips parted, eyes half-closed, and it scared me.
Why did this Manoj enter into my mom's master bedroom because I never saw any other man inside that room with mom other than my dad.
She was starting to get shameless, her moans unguarded, her ass bouncing back against him like she couldn’t stop.
Manoj fucked her hard, his thrusts brutal, each one making her pussy stretch and her body shudder.
Her boobs slapped together, her thighs quivered, and her hair fell wild over her face.
Five things stood out as he pounded her:
1 - Her ass rippled like waves, each thrust sending a jiggle through her plump cheeks, the skin red from his slaps.
2 - Her pussy dripped, a steady trickle down her thighs, glistening in the lamplight, making wet, sloppy sounds.
3 - Her hands clawed the sheets, knuckles white, like she was holding on to keep from losing herself completely.
4 - Her back arched, pushing her ass higher, her body moving with him, like it craved more despite her pleas.
5 - Her moans turned into gasps, sharp and needy, her breath hitching every time his cock hit deep, a sound I couldn’t unhear.
Manoj’s eyes dropped lower, locking onto her asshole, tight and puckered between her jiggling cheeks. He grinned, nasty and hungry.
Manoj - “Fuck, Rekha, your asshole’s winking at me. So tight—bet it’s begging for my cock, you slut.”
Mom - “Aashh! No, Manoj—don’t touch there! It’s… it’s not for that, please.”
Manoj - “Not for that? Bullshit, bitch. That hole’s screaming for me—gonna make it mine.”
Mom - “Oohhh! Manoj, I’m serious—don’t! It’s… it’s wrong, it hurts just thinking about it.”
His hand moved, his thumb brushing her asshole, rubbing slow circles.
Her body tensed, a small gasp escaping as he pressed harder, teasing the rim. Then he spat on his thumb, a thick glob, and without warning, shoved it in forcefully, past the tight ring.
Her ass clenched, her whole body jerking.
Mom - “Ahhhh! Manoj, stop! It hurts—it’s too much! Ohhhh oooooohhaa!"
Manoj - “Fuck, Rekha, your asshole’s gripping my thumb—relax, slut, you’ll love it.”
Mom - “Uuhhh! No, please… it’s burning… I can’t…”
Manoj - “Shut up, bitch. It’s in—feel that? Gonna fuck this hole next.”
A a young kid watching this confusing scenario, I asked myself whqt kind of massage is this?
Because Manoj told me was going to give mom a massage.
Her shout softened, her body easing as his thumb settled inside, moving in slow, deliberate twists.
He pushed his thumb finger deeper in her asshole, then pulled back, circling the rim before sliding in again, stretching her asshole with each motion.
Her ass jiggled around his hand, her pussy still taking his cock, and her moans mixed with whimpers, pain and pleasure tangled together.
I was freaking out—Mom was screaming, but it sounded like pleasure, not just pain. Why was she letting this happen?
I couldn’t take it anymore. I stood, my small fist banging on the door, my voice shaky but loud.
Me - “Mom! Mom, are you okay? What’s happening?”
Mom - “Aashh! Sanjay… oh no… I’m… I’m fine, baby…”
Manoj - “Relax, Rekha—he’s just a kid. He won’t know you’re getting fucked like a whore.”
Mom - “Manoj, please… I need to talk to him. He’s scared…”
Her face was shocked, eyes wide as she looked toward the door, her ass still bouncing from Manoj’s thrusts.
I saw it through the keyhole—her panic, her shame. Manoj kept fucking her, his thumb still in her asshole, but she turned slightly, pleading with him.
Manoj - “Fucking hell, Rekha, you’re in the middle of my cock—let the kid wait.”
Mom - “Oohhh! No, Manoj—he’s my son. Let me… let me just talk to him, please.”
Manoj - “Fine, slut—go, but make it quick. My dick’s not done with your pussy. Iwant to fuck you all night”
Mom - “Aaahhh! Thank you… I’ll be fast… Sanjay needs me. Now remove your finger my my backhole & let me go”
I kept knocking, harder now, my voice cracking with worry.
Me - “Mom, open the door! Please, I’m scared!”
Mom - “I’m coming, Sanjay… just… just wait a second, baby…”
Through the keyhole, I saw her grab a towel, yanking it off the bed and holding it to her front, covering her boobs and pussy but leaving her fat ass bare.
She was sweating, her skin glistening, her hair damp and wild. Her big boobs pressed against the towel, nipples poking through, and her curves were so sexy it confused me—a kid seeing his mom like that, all raw and flushed.
She stumbled to the door, her legs shaky from Manoj’s fucking. I knew this wasn't my normal mom.
She cracked the door open, just enough to show her face and the towel, her eyes wide with fear and guilt.
Mom - “Sanjay, baby, why are you awake? It’s so late…”
Me - “I heard noises, Mom. Why aren’t you wearing clothes? What’s going on? And you are sweaty”
Mom - “Oh… I… I’m okay, baby. I was just… it’s nothing, really…”
Me - “I saw you and Manoj through the keyhole, Mom. Why’s he not wearing clothes either?”
Mom - “You… you were watching? Sanjay, oh no… from the keyhole? I told you to sleep. Yu should stop peeping in our room”
Me - “Yeah, but mom. I saw everything. What’s happening? You looked like you were telling Manoj to stop doing something"
Her face went pale, her hand gripping the towel tighter. She glanced back, like she was checking for Manoj, then forced a shaky smile.
Mom - “Sanjay, go back to bed, okay? It’s… it’s grown-up stuff. You don’t need to worry.”
Me - “But why’re you both naked, Mom? And why were you screaming?”
Mom - “It’s… we were playing a game, baby. A silly adult game, that’s all.”
Me - “What game, Mom? It didn’t look like a game. You were loud. Manoj told me that he will give you massage, not game of sweating "
Mom - “Yes Very true I… I screamed because… it’s part of the game, Sanjay. Like when you shout playing tag and it is type of massage. Now go, please.”
I frowned, not buying it. Then I saw her flinch, her eyes darting back again, and her body jerked slightly, like something was pushing her.
Manoj was behind her—I couldn’t see him through the half-closed door, but I knew.
He’d probably shoved his cock back into her pussy, fucking her while she talked to me despite me not seeing inside the bedroom.
Her face twisted, a moan slipping out as she tried to act normal.
Mom - “Aashh! Sanjay… listen, baby… you’re my good boy, okay?”
Me - “Mom, why’re you moaning like that? And what’s that thumping noise?”
Mom - “Oohhh! It’s… it’s nothing, baby… just… just the game, I told you…”
Me - “You’re moving back and forth, Mom. Is Manoj doing something?”
Mom - “Aaahhh! No, Sanjay… I’m just… I’m fine, really. Please, go back to bed…”
Her moans were louder now, her body rocking, the thumping steady—his cock slamming into her, I knew it, even if I couldn’t see him.
Her eyes fluttered, fighting to focus on me, but pleasure was creeping in, making her shameless again.
Manoj was actually fucking her pussy while she talk to me.
I wanted to believe her, but my kid brain wasn’t that dumb—I knew Manoj was fucking her, making her move like that.
Me - “Mom, can I come in? I wanna see what’s going on!”
Mom - “No! Sanjay, no… you can’t… it’s not for kids. Please, go away…”
Me - “But Mom, I’m worried! Let me in! What kind of massage is Manoj giving you?"
Mom - “Aashh! Sanjay, listen—you’re my good boy. Go back to bed, okay? I’ll… I’ll see you soon.”
She pushed me gently, her hand shaking, and I stepped back, nodding, pretending to agree.
She called me a good boy again, her voice cracking with a moan, then shut the door.
I waited a second, then crept back to the keyhole—only to find it blocked, a towel stuffed in the keyhole where I was watching.
Mm probably did that to prevent me from continuing to watch. This made my mind suspect my mom's intentions.
What is my mom hiding from me?
My heart sank, but I wasn’t giving up. I tiptoed outside, to the window, and peered through a crack in the curtains.
There they were, the two love birds, Manoj fucking Mom doggystyle on the bed again, her ass bouncing, his cock deep in her pussy, her moans filling the air.
Mom - “Aaahhh! Manoj, that was so risky! Fucking me while I talked to Sanjay… he could’ve known!”
Manoj - “Fuck, Rekha, who cares? Kid’s grown enough—he knows you’re a cheating slut now.”
Mom - “Oohhh! No, he doesn’t… he’s my baby… I’m not that, Manoj… aashh! My pussy"
Manoj - “Bullshit, bitch. You’re moaning like a whore—your pussy’s mine, and he saw it.”
Mom - “Uuhhh! I’m… I’m not yours… I’m just… ohhh, it’s too much…”
Her moans were unstoppable, her body rocking with pleasure as Manoj fucked her hard, his hands slapping her ass, her pussy dripping.
She was lost in it, shameless, and I watched, my world crumbling, knowing Mom was sinning, caught in something she couldn’t escape.
The room was a blur of heat and noise, the air thick with sweat and something I couldn’t name.
I was still crouched by the door, my eye glued to the keyhole, my heart pounding like it wanted to escape.
Mom—Rekha—was on her hands and knees, her fat ass up, jiggling with every thrust as Manoj fucked her doggystyle.
Up until now, my innocent mind was giving me this uncomfortable instinct that Manoj was doing a sin with my mom.
Her big boobs swung beneath her, nipples hard, and her pussy was slick, swallowing his thick, veined cock.
Her moans were louder now, raw and rhythmic, like her body was betraying her heart.
I didn’t understand why she sounded like she liked it, but it made my stomach twist. Why is she liking it? And why are they naked?
Mom - “Aashh! Oohhh! Aaahhh! Manoj… it’s too much…”
Manoj - “Fuck, Rekha, hear you moaning like a slut! Your pussy’s loving my cock—gonna fuck you harder!”
Mom - “Ahhhh! Uuhhh! No, Manoj… please, not so hard… I can’t…oooh you are so...so....so...rough!”
Manoj - “Can’t? You’re screaming for it, bitch! Take my dick deep—fuck, you’re wet!”
Her screams filled the room, high and desperate, as Manoj gripped her hips and slammed into her, his cock plunging deeper, relentless.
I slightly shifted my innocent mind to tell myself maybe Manoj was giving something pleasurable to my mom because why was she looking happy but hiding it from Manoj?
But I worried—why was Mom screaming like that, like she was enjoying it? Her face was flushed, lips parted, eyes half-closed, and it scared me.
Why did this Manoj enter into my mom's master bedroom because I never saw any other man inside that room with mom other than my dad.
She was starting to get shameless, her moans unguarded, her ass bouncing back against him like she couldn’t stop.
Manoj fucked her hard, his thrusts brutal, each one making her pussy stretch and her body shudder.
Her boobs slapped together, her thighs quivered, and her hair fell wild over her face.
Five things stood out as he pounded her:
1 - Her ass rippled like waves, each thrust sending a jiggle through her plump cheeks, the skin red from his slaps.
2 - Her pussy dripped, a steady trickle down her thighs, glistening in the lamplight, making wet, sloppy sounds.
3 - Her hands clawed the sheets, knuckles white, like she was holding on to keep from losing herself completely.
4 - Her back arched, pushing her ass higher, her body moving with him, like it craved more despite her pleas.
5 - Her moans turned into gasps, sharp and needy, her breath hitching every time his cock hit deep, a sound I couldn’t unhear.
Manoj’s eyes dropped lower, locking onto her asshole, tight and puckered between her jiggling cheeks. He grinned, nasty and hungry.
Manoj - “Fuck, Rekha, your asshole’s winking at me. So tight—bet it’s begging for my cock, you slut.”
Mom - “Aashh! No, Manoj—don’t touch there! It’s… it’s not for that, please.”
Manoj - “Not for that? Bullshit, bitch. That hole’s screaming for me—gonna make it mine.”
Mom - “Oohhh! Manoj, I’m serious—don’t! It’s… it’s wrong, it hurts just thinking about it.”
His hand moved, his thumb brushing her asshole, rubbing slow circles.
Her body tensed, a small gasp escaping as he pressed harder, teasing the rim. Then he spat on his thumb, a thick glob, and without warning, shoved it in forcefully, past the tight ring.
Her ass clenched, her whole body jerking.
Mom - “Ahhhh! Manoj, stop! It hurts—it’s too much! Ohhhh oooooohhaa!"
Manoj - “Fuck, Rekha, your asshole’s gripping my thumb—relax, slut, you’ll love it.”
Mom - “Uuhhh! No, please… it’s burning… I can’t…”
Manoj - “Shut up, bitch. It’s in—feel that? Gonna fuck this hole next.”
A a young kid watching this confusing scenario, I asked myself whqt kind of massage is this?
Because Manoj told me was going to give mom a massage.
Her shout softened, her body easing as his thumb settled inside, moving in slow, deliberate twists.
He pushed his thumb finger deeper in her asshole, then pulled back, circling the rim before sliding in again, stretching her asshole with each motion.
Her ass jiggled around his hand, her pussy still taking his cock, and her moans mixed with whimpers, pain and pleasure tangled together.
I was freaking out—Mom was screaming, but it sounded like pleasure, not just pain. Why was she letting this happen?
I couldn’t take it anymore. I stood, my small fist banging on the door, my voice shaky but loud.
Me - “Mom! Mom, are you okay? What’s happening?”
Mom - “Aashh! Sanjay… oh no… I’m… I’m fine, baby…”
Manoj - “Relax, Rekha—he’s just a kid. He won’t know you’re getting fucked like a whore.”
Mom - “Manoj, please… I need to talk to him. He’s scared…”
Her face was shocked, eyes wide as she looked toward the door, her ass still bouncing from Manoj’s thrusts.
I saw it through the keyhole—her panic, her shame. Manoj kept fucking her, his thumb still in her asshole, but she turned slightly, pleading with him.
Manoj - “Fucking hell, Rekha, you’re in the middle of my cock—let the kid wait.”
Mom - “Oohhh! No, Manoj—he’s my son. Let me… let me just talk to him, please.”
Manoj - “Fine, slut—go, but make it quick. My dick’s not done with your pussy. Iwant to fuck you all night”
Mom - “Aaahhh! Thank you… I’ll be fast… Sanjay needs me. Now remove your finger my my backhole & let me go”
I kept knocking, harder now, my voice cracking with worry.
Me - “Mom, open the door! Please, I’m scared!”
Mom - “I’m coming, Sanjay… just… just wait a second, baby…”
Through the keyhole, I saw her grab a towel, yanking it off the bed and holding it to her front, covering her boobs and pussy but leaving her fat ass bare.
She was sweating, her skin glistening, her hair damp and wild. Her big boobs pressed against the towel, nipples poking through, and her curves were so sexy it confused me—a kid seeing his mom like that, all raw and flushed.
She stumbled to the door, her legs shaky from Manoj’s fucking. I knew this wasn't my normal mom.
She cracked the door open, just enough to show her face and the towel, her eyes wide with fear and guilt.
Mom - “Sanjay, baby, why are you awake? It’s so late…”
Me - “I heard noises, Mom. Why aren’t you wearing clothes? What’s going on? And you are sweaty”
Mom - “Oh… I… I’m okay, baby. I was just… it’s nothing, really…”
Me - “I saw you and Manoj through the keyhole, Mom. Why’s he not wearing clothes either?”
Mom - “You… you were watching? Sanjay, oh no… from the keyhole? I told you to sleep. Yu should stop peeping in our room”
Me - “Yeah, but mom. I saw everything. What’s happening? You looked like you were telling Manoj to stop doing something"
Her face went pale, her hand gripping the towel tighter. She glanced back, like she was checking for Manoj, then forced a shaky smile.
Mom - “Sanjay, go back to bed, okay? It’s… it’s grown-up stuff. You don’t need to worry.”
Me - “But why’re you both naked, Mom? And why were you screaming?”
Mom - “It’s… we were playing a game, baby. A silly adult game, that’s all.”
Me - “What game, Mom? It didn’t look like a game. You were loud. Manoj told me that he will give you massage, not game of sweating "
Mom - “Yes Very true I… I screamed because… it’s part of the game, Sanjay. Like when you shout playing tag and it is type of massage. Now go, please.”
I frowned, not buying it. Then I saw her flinch, her eyes darting back again, and her body jerked slightly, like something was pushing her.
Manoj was behind her—I couldn’t see him through the half-closed door, but I knew.
He’d probably shoved his cock back into her pussy, fucking her while she talked to me despite me not seeing inside the bedroom.
Her face twisted, a moan slipping out as she tried to act normal.
Mom - “Aashh! Sanjay… listen, baby… you’re my good boy, okay?”
Me - “Mom, why’re you moaning like that? And what’s that thumping noise?”
Mom - “Oohhh! It’s… it’s nothing, baby… just… just the game, I told you…”
Me - “You’re moving back and forth, Mom. Is Manoj doing something?”
Mom - “Aaahhh! No, Sanjay… I’m just… I’m fine, really. Please, go back to bed…”
Her moans were louder now, her body rocking, the thumping steady—his cock slamming into her, I knew it, even if I couldn’t see him.
Her eyes fluttered, fighting to focus on me, but pleasure was creeping in, making her shameless again.
Manoj was actually fucking her pussy while she talk to me.
I wanted to believe her, but my kid brain wasn’t that dumb—I knew Manoj was fucking her, making her move like that.
Me - “Mom, can I come in? I wanna see what’s going on!”
Mom - “No! Sanjay, no… you can’t… it’s not for kids. Please, go away…”
Me - “But Mom, I’m worried! Let me in! What kind of massage is Manoj giving you?"
Mom - “Aashh! Sanjay, listen—you’re my good boy. Go back to bed, okay? I’ll… I’ll see you soon.”
She pushed me gently, her hand shaking, and I stepped back, nodding, pretending to agree.
She called me a good boy again, her voice cracking with a moan, then shut the door.
I waited a second, then crept back to the keyhole—only to find it blocked, a towel stuffed in the keyhole where I was watching.
Mm probably did that to prevent me from continuing to watch. This made my mind suspect my mom's intentions.
What is my mom hiding from me?
My heart sank, but I wasn’t giving up. I tiptoed outside, to the window, and peered through a crack in the curtains.
There they were, the two love birds, Manoj fucking Mom doggystyle on the bed again, her ass bouncing, his cock deep in her pussy, her moans filling the air.
Mom - “Aaahhh! Manoj, that was so risky! Fucking me while I talked to Sanjay… he could’ve known!”
Manoj - “Fuck, Rekha, who cares? Kid’s grown enough—he knows you’re a cheating slut now.”
Mom - “Oohhh! No, he doesn’t… he’s my baby… I’m not that, Manoj… aashh! My pussy"
Manoj - “Bullshit, bitch. You’re moaning like a whore—your pussy’s mine, and he saw it.”
Mom - “Uuhhh! I’m… I’m not yours… I’m just… ohhh, it’s too much…”
Her moans were unstoppable, her body rocking with pleasure as Manoj fucked her hard, his hands slapping her ass, her pussy dripping.
She was lost in it, shameless, and I watched, my world crumbling, knowing Mom was sinning, caught in something she couldn’t escape.
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