Yesterday, 12:16 AM
The pandit’s room was a haze of incense and betrayal, the air thick with the sin I’d just witnessed.
Mom—Rekha—lay on the bed, her fat ass spread under the sheer underskirt, the butt plug’s base faintly visible, her big boobs straining her blouse, unaware of Ganesh’s cum streaking her back.
I stood in the next room, my fists clenched, fury burning through me. Ganesh was no holy man—just a pervert like Manoj, lusting after Mom’s body.
He stirred, panting from his climax, and sat up, wiping sweat from his brow, his dhoti barely concealing his shame.
Ganesh - “Rekha, sit up now. Back on the mat.”
Mom - “Yes, Panditji… but why are you sweating so much? Are you unwell?”
Ganesh - “No, it’s the ritual’s energy, Rekha. Channeling mantras takes… great effort.”
Mom - “Oh, I see… it must be exhausting. Thank you for doing this for me. I think I feel pure”
Mom - “Is there more to do, Panditji? I want to feel… fully cleansed.”
Ganesh - “Yes, Rekha. I need to apply holy oil on your breasts to purify your heart chakra.”
Mom - “My… breasts? Why is that necessary? It sounds… I don't know, but why panditji?”
Ganesh - “The chest holds your guilt, Rekha. The oil aligns your soul, washes away sin. I can target your sin by touching your breasts”
Mom - “Alright… if it’s for purification, I trust you. Will it take long?”
Ganesh - “Not long. It’s a sacred step—your heart will feel lighter.”
Her faith blinded her to his lechery, and she saw no wrong in his request. I watched through the crack, seething, as Ganesh poured oil into his palms, his eyes devouring her boobs.
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Her blouse was tight, nipples faintly outlined, and he rubbed the oil over the fabric, not fully on her skin but close enough to be perverse.
His hands lingered, deliberately cupping her boobs, squeezing gently, fingers tracing the curves.
Mom stiffened, unease flickering in her eyes, but she accepted it, trusting his “holy” intent.
Mom - “Panditji… this feels… strange. Is it supposed to be so… this way?”
Ganesh - “Yes, Rekha. The oil must connect deeply with your energy. Relax, it’s working.”
Mom - “Okay… it’s just… different. Does it always feel this way?”
Ganesh - “For some, yes. Your soul is heavy—it needs extra care. Your breast are the gateway to purity"
Mom - “I… I hope it’s helping. I feel so guilty, Panditji.”
Ganesh - “It’s done now. Your heart is lighter, yes?”
Mom - “Yes, Panditji! I’m… relieved, truly. But… should I tell Amit about my affair with another man?”
Ganesh - “No, Rekha. Adultery is a smallest sin ever. It is even smaller than stealing a candy. Telling him would hurt him needlessly. There is no need to tell your husband. Just keep it as a secret”
Mom - “Really? I feel so ashamed… but if you say it’s minor, I’ll keep it secret.”
Ganesh - “Wise choice. Keep it between us and the gods. It’s better for your family.”
Mom - “Thank you… I was so scared Amit would hate me. Call Sanjay now?”
Ganesh - “Yes, call him. His cleansing is next.”
Mom - “Sanjay! Come here, baby!”
I stormed in, my anger barely contained. Ganesh’s oily hands glistened, his dhoti hiding the dick he’d stroked to Mom’s ass. He chanted over me, sprinkling water, but I barely listened, my eyes on Mom’s blouse, damp with oil, her boobs still popping out.
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She looked slightly pleased, her guilt eased by Ganesh’s lies, but her eyes held a shadow of shame, like she knew she wasn’t fully clean.
We left the pandit’s house, the street alive with vendors’ shouts, one casting a curious glance at Mom’s swaying hips, her saree—a soft green with silver threads—clinging to her curves, outlining her big boobs and fat ass. A lot of men were staring at my mom's juicy ass.
Other men were honking their cars just to tease my mom but she was ignoring them. When she passed near men, they were cat calling her due to her fat ass jiggling.
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Her phone buzzed repeatedly— “Manoj” flashing. She blocked each call, her fingers trembling, a bead of sweat rolling down her navel, catching the sunlight.
Me - “Mom, why aren’t you answering? It’s Manoj, isn’t it?”
Mom - “Oh, Sanjay, it’s… just someone. I’m not in the mood to talk right now.”
Me - “But he keeps calling. What does he want? Is it about that night?”
Mom - “No, baby, it’s nothing like that. Just… someone checking in.”
Me - “Checking in? Mom, why won’t you tell me? I’m worried.”
Mom - “Sanjay, please. It’s not important. Let’s just focus on today, okay?”
Her vague answers stung, and I pressed harder, my voice sharp with frustration.
The butt plug was still in her asshole, making her walk gingerly, each step cautious to avoid the pressure.
Her saree swished, her navel winking, and I knew the plug was why she moved so oddly, a filthy secret beneath her pious exterior.
That night, Mom sat in the sitting room, eating crisps, the crunch echoing in the quiet house. A small lamp flickered, casting shadows on her saree, her boobs heaving slightly as she breathed.
She dialed Shalini, her naughty friend who’d pushed her into Manoj’s arms. Shalini answered, but loud moans—raw, desperate—burst through, mixed with thumping, like a bed slamming against a wall.
Shalini - “Uuhhh! Fuck! Ohhh! Hey, Rekha… what’s up?”
Mom - “Shalini?! Why are you… moaning like that? What’s happening?”
Shalini - “Oh, shit… Rakesh is fucking me hard, Rekha! His cock’s deep in my asshole! Ooh I am loving it so hard”
Mom - “What?! Shalini, that’s… shocking! Rakesh? Your husband's friend?”
Shalini - “Yeah, uuhhh! He’s pounding my asshole now… feels so fucking good!”
Mom - “Your… asshole? Shalini, how can you? That’s… disgusting! How can you have sex with your husband's friend? Shalini what are you doing?”
Mom - “How could you do this to Ravi? It’s… it’s a sin!”
Shalini - “Sin? Fuck that, Rekha! It’s pleasure—my asshole’s his playground!”
Mom’s hand shook, and she hung up, crisps spilling onto the floor. Her face was pale, her eyes wide, like Shalini’s words had scorched her.
She clutched her saree, pacing, then sat heavily, wincing as the plug shifted. A glass of water on the table tipped, spilling slightly, her nerves betraying her.
Thirty minutes later, she called Shalini again, her voice steadier but laced with guilt.
Mom - “Shalini, hi… I… we need to talk about earlier.”
Shalini - “Rekha, babe! Sorry about that—Rakesh was tearing me up. You okay?”
Mom - “No, I’m not okay. Why do you do that? With Rakesh? It’s so wrong.”
Shalini - “Wrong? Bullshit, Rekha. It’s fun—my pussy, my asshole, they’re made for fucking. Women are for sex purposes to please men, you should know that Rekha.”
Mom - “But… anal sex? How can you let him? What about Ravi, your husband?”
Shalini - “Ravi’s a bore. I love my husband Ravi but there is something about Rakesh that my husband Ravi doesn't have. All women are sluts inside, Rekha—filthy, horny, and free.”
Mom - “No… I’m not like that. I want to be a good wife, a good mother. I'm not a slut and I will never be one”
Shalini - “Good? That’s a cage. Tell me about Manoj—did he fuck you raw?”
Mom - “Shalini… I don’t want to. You pushed me to him—it was a mistake.”
Shalini - “Mistake? Your pussy loved it, didn’t it? Spill, Rekha—what’d he do?”
Mom - “Ok look, don't tell anyone but, He… he fucked me, okay? I didn’t want it… I was forced.”
Shalini - “Forced? Your pussy was dripping, bitch. Did he fuck your mouth too?”
Mom - “Yes… he did… I’m so ashamed. It was all wrong.”
Shalini - “Ashamed? There is nothing to be ashamed of. You are in the right path Rekha, enjoy your life. Let me ask, Did he try your asshole? Come on, tell me everything!”
Mom - “He… he tried anal sex, but I couldn’t… it hurt too much. He forced his thing in my backhole but...I didn't feel comfortable. I wish I never met him”
Shalini - “You fucking prude! Anal’s the best—you should’ve let him wreck your asshole! You could've felt a strange but fantastic feeling ever”
Mom - “No, Shalini! I’ve never done it… and I won’t, not with Amit home. My husband Amit came so I want to forget Manoj forever”
Shalini - “Amit? Fuck your family, Rekha. You’re a slut—own that shit! Even if you pretend to be a good mother to Sanjay, you will never wipe the sluttiness and the fact that you committed a sin with another man while your husband was away.”
Mom - “Stop! Stop saying those words Shalini. I want a good family… I can’t live like you do.”
Shalini - “Family’s a lie. Tell me more. Did Manoj did anything bizzare to your body?”
Mom - “He… gave me something, I heard him calling it a butt plug. I don’t understand it… it’s still… inside me.”
Shalini - “A butt plug?! Damn, Rekha! That’s to stretch your asshole for his cock! Butt plugs are used for when you have never been fucked in the ass”
Mom - “Stretch? No… I’ll never let him… I’m trying to be pure.”
Shalini - “Pure? Did you enjoy his cock, Rekha? Be honest, slut.”
Mom - “I… my body… liked it a little. But I hated it, Shalini. There are moments where he gave it to me really good but honestly I feel bad”
Shalini - “Come on Rekha, every woman ought to feel good. Besides, no one knows, only me, you and Manoj. Tell me what’d you love? His big dick stretching you?”
Mom - “It… it was intense… his cock was so big, it… filled me. But I felt filthy. He fucked me so hard until I lost myself”
Shalini - “You’re a fucking slut, Rekha, loving every inch of that cock! I knew you were just religious outside but a slut and a whore inside, heheeheh”
Mom - “No! I’m blessed… Actually, I forgot to tell you that Sanjay and I went to a pandit to cleanse myself.”
Shalini - “A pandit? Bet he was hard for your tits—your body’s cock-bait, Rekha! No man can resist your body, not even the closest religious person in the world”
Mom - “No, Panditji was holy… he oiled my chest, purified me… I think I am clean now”
Shalini - “Oiled your chest? He was stroking to your boobs, you naive bitch! Don't think he was giving you cleansing ritual, he was giving you rubbing boobs ritual”
Mom - “Stop… Shalini, honestly, after what I did, I feel so dirty… I can’t even look at my husband Amit in the eyes…”
Shalini - “Dirty’s the best, Rekha! It means you’re free. Fuck more, feel more! You are not tied to Amit for the rest of your life. You now have Manoj who can pound your holes the right way while Amit is far away or even close”
Mom - “Pound my ho??? I… I don’t know… I want to be good, but… it’s so hard…I will try my best”
Shalini - “Good’s bullshit. Tell me more. Did you suck Manoj’s cock? Swallow his cum?”
Mom - “Yes… he made me… it was disgusting, but I did it.”
Shalini - “Disgusting? Bet you loved his cum—how’d it taste, slut?”
Mom - “It… it was thick, bitter. I hated it, Shalini. But I felt really bad. I have always trained myself to be faithful but I don't know why I took this filthy road.”
Shalini - “Nothing is filthy. You’re a cum-slut, Rekha! You’re hooked, admit it! You are officially his slut once he fucks your asshole”
Mom - “No… I’m trying to love or be with Manoj… I want to be Amit’s wife and Sanjay’s mom.”
Shalini - “Wife? Mom? You’re a whore, Rekha—your pussy’s begging for cock.”
Mom’s transitions were smooth, flowing from defending her family to confessing her shame, then grappling with Shalini’s evil philosophy.
She lingered on each topic—her guilt over Manoj, her fear for her family, her body’s betrayal—her voice heavy with conflict, never abrupt. Shalini’s words were a venomous lure, and Mom was caught, half-believing but fighting to stay good.
The next day, Dad came home from work, his face weary but warm. I felt a deep sorrow for him, my heart breaking—he didn’t know his wife was tainted by Manoj’s cock, Ganesh’s cum, Shalini’s evil.
I wanted to tell him, to save him from her lies, but fear of divorce stopped me. It’d destroy Mom, shatter our family, leave me alone. That night, Mom went to Dad in their room, her voice trembling as she sat on the bed, her saree slipping to reveal her navel, a faint bruise from Manoj’s grip visible on her hip.
Mom - “Amit, I… I need to apologize. For… for anything I’ve done wrong.”
Dad - “Rekha? What’s going on? Why’re you saying this?”
Mom - “I… I feel I’ve hurt you, Amit. Please, forgive me if I’ve been bad.”
Dad - “Bad? Rekha, you’re my wife—you haven’t hurt me. What’s wrong?”
Mom - “I’ve… I’ve done so many wrong things. I’m so sorry, I feel awful.”
Dad - “Wrong things? Like what? You’re scaring me, Rekha—talk to me.”
Mom - “I… I can’t say it… just… please, say you forgive me, Amit.”
Dad - “Okay, I forgive you. Whatever it is, I love you. You don’t need to explain.”
Mom - “Thank you… I don’t deserve you… I’m trying to be better, I swear. I am trying to be a good wife to you, not some....uuhh...”
Dad - “Rekha, you’re perfect to me. What’s got you so upset?”
Mom - “I… I just feel guilty. I want to be the wife you deserve. Not a bad wife or a bad mom to Sanjay”
Dad’s confusion cut me; he trusted her blindly, unaware of Manoj, the anal sex attempt, the plug. He sniffed the air, frowning. After few hours later.
Dad - “Rekha, why’s the room smell so… odd? It’s musky, not like usual.”
Mom - “Oh! It’s… just some new candles I tried. Nothing else, I promise.”
Dad - “Candles? Smells stronger, like… something else. You sure?”
Mom - “Yes, just candles… and maybe… some old laundry. I’ll air it out.”
Mom - “I… I’ll clean everything tomorrow, Amit. Don’t worry.”
Her lie was shaky, her face flushed—she knew it was Manoj’s scent, his sweat and cum lingering. .
Mom's adulterous last night with Manoj left a lingering filthy smell in the bedroom and dad didn't even realize it. He didn't even realize that some cum were left on the walls.
Her phone rang, buzzing loudly, “Manoj” flashing. She grabbed it, panicking, and answered in a hushed voice, stepping away
Dad - “Who’s that, Rekha? It’s late for calls.”
Mom - “It’s… a friend, Amit. Shalini’s cousin, you know him.”
Dad - “Her cousin? What’s he want at this hour?”
Mom - “Just… asking about a family event. It’s nothing, really.”
Dad - “A family event? Sounds odd. He calls a lot, doesn’t he?”
Mom - “Not really… it’s just… a one-off. I’ll handle it, Amit.”
Dad nodded, but his eyes lingered, puzzled by her nerves.
I seethed—Manoj was a shadow, haunting her even with Dad home. The next morning, Dad was leaving for work when he spotted a torn bra and satin dress in the laundry basket, ripped at the straps and hem. He held them up, confused.
Dad - “Rekha, what’s this? Your bra and dress are torn to pieces.”
Mom - “Oh… Amit, I… I didn’t notice. Must’ve… gotten caught somewhere.”
Dad - “Caught? These are shredded, Rekha. How’d this happen?”
Mom - “I… I was trying them on, and… they just tore. Silly accident.”
Dad - “An accident? Looks like more than that. You okay, Rekha?”
Mom - “Yes, I’m fine! Just… clumsy. I’ll get rid of them, don’t worry.”
Dad - “Alright… it seems strange. Were you trying them on for something special?”
Mom - “No, no… just… checking if they fit. I’ll be more careful.”
Dad - “Okay… just let me know if something’s up, Rekha. I’m here.”
I knew Manoj tore them, his hands ripping her clothes in his frenzy that night. Dad left, and Mom avoided Manoj’s calls, her phone silent, the weight of her secrets heavy in the air
Mom—Rekha—lay on the bed, her fat ass spread under the sheer underskirt, the butt plug’s base faintly visible, her big boobs straining her blouse, unaware of Ganesh’s cum streaking her back.
I stood in the next room, my fists clenched, fury burning through me. Ganesh was no holy man—just a pervert like Manoj, lusting after Mom’s body.
He stirred, panting from his climax, and sat up, wiping sweat from his brow, his dhoti barely concealing his shame.
Ganesh - “Rekha, sit up now. Back on the mat.”
Mom - “Yes, Panditji… but why are you sweating so much? Are you unwell?”
Ganesh - “No, it’s the ritual’s energy, Rekha. Channeling mantras takes… great effort.”
Mom - “Oh, I see… it must be exhausting. Thank you for doing this for me. I think I feel pure”
Mom - “Is there more to do, Panditji? I want to feel… fully cleansed.”
Ganesh - “Yes, Rekha. I need to apply holy oil on your breasts to purify your heart chakra.”
Mom - “My… breasts? Why is that necessary? It sounds… I don't know, but why panditji?”
Ganesh - “The chest holds your guilt, Rekha. The oil aligns your soul, washes away sin. I can target your sin by touching your breasts”
Mom - “Alright… if it’s for purification, I trust you. Will it take long?”
Ganesh - “Not long. It’s a sacred step—your heart will feel lighter.”
Her faith blinded her to his lechery, and she saw no wrong in his request. I watched through the crack, seething, as Ganesh poured oil into his palms, his eyes devouring her boobs.
Her blouse was tight, nipples faintly outlined, and he rubbed the oil over the fabric, not fully on her skin but close enough to be perverse.
His hands lingered, deliberately cupping her boobs, squeezing gently, fingers tracing the curves.
Mom stiffened, unease flickering in her eyes, but she accepted it, trusting his “holy” intent.
Mom - “Panditji… this feels… strange. Is it supposed to be so… this way?”
Ganesh - “Yes, Rekha. The oil must connect deeply with your energy. Relax, it’s working.”
Mom - “Okay… it’s just… different. Does it always feel this way?”
Ganesh - “For some, yes. Your soul is heavy—it needs extra care. Your breast are the gateway to purity"
Mom - “I… I hope it’s helping. I feel so guilty, Panditji.”
Ganesh - “It’s done now. Your heart is lighter, yes?”
Mom - “Yes, Panditji! I’m… relieved, truly. But… should I tell Amit about my affair with another man?”
Ganesh - “No, Rekha. Adultery is a smallest sin ever. It is even smaller than stealing a candy. Telling him would hurt him needlessly. There is no need to tell your husband. Just keep it as a secret”
Mom - “Really? I feel so ashamed… but if you say it’s minor, I’ll keep it secret.”
Ganesh - “Wise choice. Keep it between us and the gods. It’s better for your family.”
Mom - “Thank you… I was so scared Amit would hate me. Call Sanjay now?”
Ganesh - “Yes, call him. His cleansing is next.”
Mom - “Sanjay! Come here, baby!”
I stormed in, my anger barely contained. Ganesh’s oily hands glistened, his dhoti hiding the dick he’d stroked to Mom’s ass. He chanted over me, sprinkling water, but I barely listened, my eyes on Mom’s blouse, damp with oil, her boobs still popping out.
She looked slightly pleased, her guilt eased by Ganesh’s lies, but her eyes held a shadow of shame, like she knew she wasn’t fully clean.
We left the pandit’s house, the street alive with vendors’ shouts, one casting a curious glance at Mom’s swaying hips, her saree—a soft green with silver threads—clinging to her curves, outlining her big boobs and fat ass. A lot of men were staring at my mom's juicy ass.
Other men were honking their cars just to tease my mom but she was ignoring them. When she passed near men, they were cat calling her due to her fat ass jiggling.
Her phone buzzed repeatedly— “Manoj” flashing. She blocked each call, her fingers trembling, a bead of sweat rolling down her navel, catching the sunlight.
Me - “Mom, why aren’t you answering? It’s Manoj, isn’t it?”
Mom - “Oh, Sanjay, it’s… just someone. I’m not in the mood to talk right now.”
Me - “But he keeps calling. What does he want? Is it about that night?”
Mom - “No, baby, it’s nothing like that. Just… someone checking in.”
Me - “Checking in? Mom, why won’t you tell me? I’m worried.”
Mom - “Sanjay, please. It’s not important. Let’s just focus on today, okay?”
Her vague answers stung, and I pressed harder, my voice sharp with frustration.
The butt plug was still in her asshole, making her walk gingerly, each step cautious to avoid the pressure.
Her saree swished, her navel winking, and I knew the plug was why she moved so oddly, a filthy secret beneath her pious exterior.
That night, Mom sat in the sitting room, eating crisps, the crunch echoing in the quiet house. A small lamp flickered, casting shadows on her saree, her boobs heaving slightly as she breathed.
She dialed Shalini, her naughty friend who’d pushed her into Manoj’s arms. Shalini answered, but loud moans—raw, desperate—burst through, mixed with thumping, like a bed slamming against a wall.
Shalini - “Uuhhh! Fuck! Ohhh! Hey, Rekha… what’s up?”
Mom - “Shalini?! Why are you… moaning like that? What’s happening?”
Shalini - “Oh, shit… Rakesh is fucking me hard, Rekha! His cock’s deep in my asshole! Ooh I am loving it so hard”
Mom - “What?! Shalini, that’s… shocking! Rakesh? Your husband's friend?”
Shalini - “Yeah, uuhhh! He’s pounding my asshole now… feels so fucking good!”
Mom - “Your… asshole? Shalini, how can you? That’s… disgusting! How can you have sex with your husband's friend? Shalini what are you doing?”
Mom - “How could you do this to Ravi? It’s… it’s a sin!”
Shalini - “Sin? Fuck that, Rekha! It’s pleasure—my asshole’s his playground!”
Mom’s hand shook, and she hung up, crisps spilling onto the floor. Her face was pale, her eyes wide, like Shalini’s words had scorched her.
She clutched her saree, pacing, then sat heavily, wincing as the plug shifted. A glass of water on the table tipped, spilling slightly, her nerves betraying her.
Thirty minutes later, she called Shalini again, her voice steadier but laced with guilt.
Mom - “Shalini, hi… I… we need to talk about earlier.”
Shalini - “Rekha, babe! Sorry about that—Rakesh was tearing me up. You okay?”
Mom - “No, I’m not okay. Why do you do that? With Rakesh? It’s so wrong.”
Shalini - “Wrong? Bullshit, Rekha. It’s fun—my pussy, my asshole, they’re made for fucking. Women are for sex purposes to please men, you should know that Rekha.”
Mom - “But… anal sex? How can you let him? What about Ravi, your husband?”
Shalini - “Ravi’s a bore. I love my husband Ravi but there is something about Rakesh that my husband Ravi doesn't have. All women are sluts inside, Rekha—filthy, horny, and free.”
Mom - “No… I’m not like that. I want to be a good wife, a good mother. I'm not a slut and I will never be one”
Shalini - “Good? That’s a cage. Tell me about Manoj—did he fuck you raw?”
Mom - “Shalini… I don’t want to. You pushed me to him—it was a mistake.”
Shalini - “Mistake? Your pussy loved it, didn’t it? Spill, Rekha—what’d he do?”
Mom - “Ok look, don't tell anyone but, He… he fucked me, okay? I didn’t want it… I was forced.”
Shalini - “Forced? Your pussy was dripping, bitch. Did he fuck your mouth too?”
Mom - “Yes… he did… I’m so ashamed. It was all wrong.”
Shalini - “Ashamed? There is nothing to be ashamed of. You are in the right path Rekha, enjoy your life. Let me ask, Did he try your asshole? Come on, tell me everything!”
Mom - “He… he tried anal sex, but I couldn’t… it hurt too much. He forced his thing in my backhole but...I didn't feel comfortable. I wish I never met him”
Shalini - “You fucking prude! Anal’s the best—you should’ve let him wreck your asshole! You could've felt a strange but fantastic feeling ever”
Mom - “No, Shalini! I’ve never done it… and I won’t, not with Amit home. My husband Amit came so I want to forget Manoj forever”
Shalini - “Amit? Fuck your family, Rekha. You’re a slut—own that shit! Even if you pretend to be a good mother to Sanjay, you will never wipe the sluttiness and the fact that you committed a sin with another man while your husband was away.”
Mom - “Stop! Stop saying those words Shalini. I want a good family… I can’t live like you do.”
Shalini - “Family’s a lie. Tell me more. Did Manoj did anything bizzare to your body?”
Mom - “He… gave me something, I heard him calling it a butt plug. I don’t understand it… it’s still… inside me.”
Shalini - “A butt plug?! Damn, Rekha! That’s to stretch your asshole for his cock! Butt plugs are used for when you have never been fucked in the ass”
Mom - “Stretch? No… I’ll never let him… I’m trying to be pure.”
Shalini - “Pure? Did you enjoy his cock, Rekha? Be honest, slut.”
Mom - “I… my body… liked it a little. But I hated it, Shalini. There are moments where he gave it to me really good but honestly I feel bad”
Shalini - “Come on Rekha, every woman ought to feel good. Besides, no one knows, only me, you and Manoj. Tell me what’d you love? His big dick stretching you?”
Mom - “It… it was intense… his cock was so big, it… filled me. But I felt filthy. He fucked me so hard until I lost myself”
Shalini - “You’re a fucking slut, Rekha, loving every inch of that cock! I knew you were just religious outside but a slut and a whore inside, heheeheh”
Mom - “No! I’m blessed… Actually, I forgot to tell you that Sanjay and I went to a pandit to cleanse myself.”
Shalini - “A pandit? Bet he was hard for your tits—your body’s cock-bait, Rekha! No man can resist your body, not even the closest religious person in the world”
Mom - “No, Panditji was holy… he oiled my chest, purified me… I think I am clean now”
Shalini - “Oiled your chest? He was stroking to your boobs, you naive bitch! Don't think he was giving you cleansing ritual, he was giving you rubbing boobs ritual”
Mom - “Stop… Shalini, honestly, after what I did, I feel so dirty… I can’t even look at my husband Amit in the eyes…”
Shalini - “Dirty’s the best, Rekha! It means you’re free. Fuck more, feel more! You are not tied to Amit for the rest of your life. You now have Manoj who can pound your holes the right way while Amit is far away or even close”
Mom - “Pound my ho??? I… I don’t know… I want to be good, but… it’s so hard…I will try my best”
Shalini - “Good’s bullshit. Tell me more. Did you suck Manoj’s cock? Swallow his cum?”
Mom - “Yes… he made me… it was disgusting, but I did it.”
Shalini - “Disgusting? Bet you loved his cum—how’d it taste, slut?”
Mom - “It… it was thick, bitter. I hated it, Shalini. But I felt really bad. I have always trained myself to be faithful but I don't know why I took this filthy road.”
Shalini - “Nothing is filthy. You’re a cum-slut, Rekha! You’re hooked, admit it! You are officially his slut once he fucks your asshole”
Mom - “No… I’m trying to love or be with Manoj… I want to be Amit’s wife and Sanjay’s mom.”
Shalini - “Wife? Mom? You’re a whore, Rekha—your pussy’s begging for cock.”
Mom’s transitions were smooth, flowing from defending her family to confessing her shame, then grappling with Shalini’s evil philosophy.
She lingered on each topic—her guilt over Manoj, her fear for her family, her body’s betrayal—her voice heavy with conflict, never abrupt. Shalini’s words were a venomous lure, and Mom was caught, half-believing but fighting to stay good.
The next day, Dad came home from work, his face weary but warm. I felt a deep sorrow for him, my heart breaking—he didn’t know his wife was tainted by Manoj’s cock, Ganesh’s cum, Shalini’s evil.
I wanted to tell him, to save him from her lies, but fear of divorce stopped me. It’d destroy Mom, shatter our family, leave me alone. That night, Mom went to Dad in their room, her voice trembling as she sat on the bed, her saree slipping to reveal her navel, a faint bruise from Manoj’s grip visible on her hip.
Mom - “Amit, I… I need to apologize. For… for anything I’ve done wrong.”
Dad - “Rekha? What’s going on? Why’re you saying this?”
Mom - “I… I feel I’ve hurt you, Amit. Please, forgive me if I’ve been bad.”
Dad - “Bad? Rekha, you’re my wife—you haven’t hurt me. What’s wrong?”
Mom - “I’ve… I’ve done so many wrong things. I’m so sorry, I feel awful.”
Dad - “Wrong things? Like what? You’re scaring me, Rekha—talk to me.”
Mom - “I… I can’t say it… just… please, say you forgive me, Amit.”
Dad - “Okay, I forgive you. Whatever it is, I love you. You don’t need to explain.”
Mom - “Thank you… I don’t deserve you… I’m trying to be better, I swear. I am trying to be a good wife to you, not some....uuhh...”
Dad - “Rekha, you’re perfect to me. What’s got you so upset?”
Mom - “I… I just feel guilty. I want to be the wife you deserve. Not a bad wife or a bad mom to Sanjay”
Dad’s confusion cut me; he trusted her blindly, unaware of Manoj, the anal sex attempt, the plug. He sniffed the air, frowning. After few hours later.
Dad - “Rekha, why’s the room smell so… odd? It’s musky, not like usual.”
Mom - “Oh! It’s… just some new candles I tried. Nothing else, I promise.”
Dad - “Candles? Smells stronger, like… something else. You sure?”
Mom - “Yes, just candles… and maybe… some old laundry. I’ll air it out.”
Mom - “I… I’ll clean everything tomorrow, Amit. Don’t worry.”
Her lie was shaky, her face flushed—she knew it was Manoj’s scent, his sweat and cum lingering. .
Mom's adulterous last night with Manoj left a lingering filthy smell in the bedroom and dad didn't even realize it. He didn't even realize that some cum were left on the walls.
Her phone rang, buzzing loudly, “Manoj” flashing. She grabbed it, panicking, and answered in a hushed voice, stepping away
Dad - “Who’s that, Rekha? It’s late for calls.”
Mom - “It’s… a friend, Amit. Shalini’s cousin, you know him.”
Dad - “Her cousin? What’s he want at this hour?”
Mom - “Just… asking about a family event. It’s nothing, really.”
Dad - “A family event? Sounds odd. He calls a lot, doesn’t he?”
Mom - “Not really… it’s just… a one-off. I’ll handle it, Amit.”
Dad nodded, but his eyes lingered, puzzled by her nerves.
I seethed—Manoj was a shadow, haunting her even with Dad home. The next morning, Dad was leaving for work when he spotted a torn bra and satin dress in the laundry basket, ripped at the straps and hem. He held them up, confused.
Dad - “Rekha, what’s this? Your bra and dress are torn to pieces.”
Mom - “Oh… Amit, I… I didn’t notice. Must’ve… gotten caught somewhere.”
Dad - “Caught? These are shredded, Rekha. How’d this happen?”
Mom - “I… I was trying them on, and… they just tore. Silly accident.”
Dad - “An accident? Looks like more than that. You okay, Rekha?”
Mom - “Yes, I’m fine! Just… clumsy. I’ll get rid of them, don’t worry.”
Dad - “Alright… it seems strange. Were you trying them on for something special?”
Mom - “No, no… just… checking if they fit. I’ll be more careful.”
Dad - “Okay… just let me know if something’s up, Rekha. I’m here.”
I knew Manoj tore them, his hands ripping her clothes in his frenzy that night. Dad left, and Mom avoided Manoj’s calls, her phone silent, the weight of her secrets heavy in the air
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