Adultery Whispers of Lust: My Mom's Forbidden Path

[Rajeev Gupta]

Mom’s scream echoed in the bedroom, her body trembling as Manoj’s cock’s tip lodged in her asshole, stretched from the butt plug she’d worn earlier. 

Her hands spread her fat asscheeks, her red satin dress bunched at her waist, her bare pussy and ass exposed—she’d skipped panties to seduce Dad, not this. I watched through the keyhole, my heart pounding, anger and shameful curiosity warring within me. However I was not angry with my mom.







I was just angry that my dad didn't satisfy my mom because if my dad satisfied my mom, then my mom would not act filthy and sluttily like this.

Shalini’s words—“All women are sluts inside”—burned in my mind, and Mom’s actions, oiling Manoj’s cock herself, spreading her cheeks, made me believe it. I know believed that all women are sluts. There is no woman who is pure. They are pure until they get a huge cock which turns them into whores.

She wasn’t the pious mother I knew; she was a slut, her holy facade crumbling, just as Shalini had predicted.

Manoj pushed gently, his face softening, his voice turning romantic to coax her, no trace of his earlier filth. His hands caressed her ass, soothing her as she whimpered, her asshole clenching around his tip. 



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I couldn’t believe his cock was fitting—her asshole looked too tight, the rim stretched impossibly wide, a faint sheen of oil glistening.

Manoj - “Rekha, my darling, relax for me. Your body’s so beautiful, let it open up. I’ll go slow, make it feel right.”

Mom - “AAHH! MANOJ, IT’S TOO MUCH! I can’t… it hurts so bad! Please, slow down, I’m trying! I am trying my best! I have never done anal please ooohhh goosshh oooh ooo Manooojj”

Manoj - “You’re doing amazing, sweetheart. Just breathe with me, let your body ease into it. I’m here, taking care of you.”


I didn't understand why Manoj all of a sudden started speaking romantically. Why didn't he tell her to shut up and call her words like slut and whore? Why was he romanticizing with her now?

Mom twisted, her legs shaking, her hands gripping the sheets, her boobs swaying under the dress. 

She bit her lip, her face contorted in pain, sweat beading on her forehead, her body jerking slightly with each push. Her toes curled, and she gasped, trying to adjust, her asshole resisting but yielding. Clearly anal sex was not my mom's cup of tea. Anal sex was something she was not ready to do.



Mom - “AAHH! MANOJ, PLEASE! IT’S BURNING! Take it out for a bit please oooh gosh I can't take it please just for a moment so that I can at least breath ooohhhhhh Manoojjjj”

Manoj - “Easy, my love, you’re so perfect. Let it happen, feel me inside you. Your body’s made for this, darling.”

Manoj’s teasing was gentle, his eyes locked on her ass, his cock inching deeper, the shaft now half-buried. Mom’s screams softened to whimpers, her body still tense. He paused, stroking her back, his voice calm.

Manoj - “Rekha, don’t clench your asshole so tight, my sweet. It’ll be easier if you relax your hips. Try not to squirm too much, alright? If you tighten your asshole, then it will be tough for me to enter”

Mom - “AAHH! I’m trying, Manoj, but it’s so hard! It hurts… I don’t know how to relax! Please, just… be gentle!”

Manoj - “You’re perfect, darling. Can I add more oil to make it smoother? It’ll feel better, I promise.”

Mom - “Okay… yes, more oil. But please, hurry, Amit might come! I’m so scared, Manoj.”

Manoj - “Don’t worry, my love. Fuck Amit! I am your husband right now! Even if he comes, there is nothing he can do. Reach for the oil on the table and give it to me but keep those beautiful cheeks spread with your hand”

Mom stretched her arm, her hand trembling, reaching for Dad’s massage oil on the bedside table. Manoj's cock remained in her asshole, the tip still lodged, and her movement made her ass jiggle, the rim stretching slightly. 

She grabbed the bottle, passing it to Manoj, her face flushed with pain and fear. Manoj poured oil onto his fingers, slicking his shaft, then dabbed some on her asshole, his touch deliberate, his eyes gleaming with control.

Manoj - “Good girl, Rekha. Now, keep your hips still and push back a little. It’ll help me slide in easier, my darling.”

Mom - “AAHH! I’m trying, Manoj, but it’s so intense! I can’t push back—it hurts too much! Please, just… make it quick! Don't push faster please, just slow”

Manoj - “You’re incredible, sweetheart. Breathe deeply, let your body open. You’re almost there, my love.”

I saw Mom in a new way—not the pious mother who prayed daily, but a woman yielding to sin, her bare ass offered up, her actions betraying her holiness. 

Her face was a mix of pain and surrender, her eyes half-closed, her mouth open in a silent scream, sweat dripping down her cheek. Manoj’s expression was focused, almost tender, his lips curved in a teasing smile, savoring her struggle. His cock pushed deeper, now three-quarters in, her asshole stretching impossibly, sucking him in.







Manoj - “Rekha, your body feels like heaven, so warm and tight. You’re holding me so perfectly. Can you feel how close we are, darling?”

Mom - “AAHH! Manoj, it’s… overwhelming! I’m trying to please you, but it’s so much! I just want to make it through this.”

Manoj - “You’re pleasing me, my sweet. Your asshole is taking my dick so well. Just a little more, and we’ll be one.”

Mom bit the pillow, her teeth sinking into the fabric, muffling her cries as Manoj’s cock slid fully inside, his balls resting against her pussy. 

Her asshole had sucked him in, the rim tight around his base, and I knew it was true—her body had accepted him, betraying her protests. Manoj held still, letting her adjust, then began moving back and forth, slow and deliberate, his hands gripping her hips, his eyes locked on her jiggling ass.





Manoj - “My love, you’re incredible. Your asshole is holding my dick like a glove. Feel how we’re moving together, darling.”

Mom - “OHH… Manoj, it’s… intense! I’m burning! My asshole is burning oooohhh Please, keep it slow, I’m so overwhelmed.”

Manoj - “You’re my everything, Rekha. Every move feels like magic with you. Let’s keep this rhythm, my sweet. Ooh your asshole is so warm and so fresh”

Mom’s moans grew softer, her body relaxing, and I saw something shift—she seemed to feel good, loved, Manoj’s romantic words wrapping her in a false intimacy, like they were husband and wife. 

She didn’t return his love words, but her moans, low and rhythmic, betrayed a pleasure she couldn’t admit. Her hips twitched, and I froze, shocked—she was moving her asshole back and forth on her own, matching his thrusts, her fat ass quivering. I didn't believe my mom was moving her ass back onto him.

Manoj - “Rekha, look at you, moving with me. You’re so beautiful, darling. Has the pain faded, my love?”

Mom - “Yes, Manoj… it’s gone, mostly. It feels… different now, easier. I didn’t expect this, but I’m managing. Aaaaaaahhhhh oooohhhh damn your thing is so big oohhh shit oooohhh damn this is so tough”

Manoj - “You’re a goddess, Rekha. Your body knows what it wants. Let’s keep this dance, sweetheart.”

Mom - “I’m just… trying to cope, Manoj. It’s not what I wanted, but it’s… bearable now. Please, don’t make it hurt again. OOh don't push further please just there oooh oooohhhhh”

I gripped my cock, rubbing it through my pants, shame flooding me. I’d never imagined doing this, watching my own mother, but the sight of her fat ass moving, her moans, Manoj’s romantic teasing—drove me wild. 

I cursed myself, knowing it was wrong, but my body betrayed me, the thrill of her sluttiness overwhelming my guilt. Shalini was right; Mom was a slut, and I was no better, my hand moving faster, my breath ragged.


Manoj’s thrusts grew steadier, and he leaned closer, his voice a soft tease.

Manoj - “Rekha, my darling, can I go a little faster? You’re so perfect, I want to feel you more. Will you let me, sweetheart? I want to fuck your asshole a little harder”

Mom - “Yes… okay, Manoj, a little faster. It’s not hurting now, I can handle it. Just… be careful, please.”








Manoj - “You’re my dream, Rekha. I’ll cherish every moment with you. Here we go, my love, just a bit quicker. Hold on but don't squeeze your anus, let me sodomize you the right way baby”

I couldn’t believe Mom agreed, her voice calm, almost willing. She was a slut, Shalini’s words proven true—her pious mask gone, her body craving Manoj’s cock. 

He moved faster, his cock sliding in and out of her asshole, the rim stretching and contracting, her fat ass jiggling with each thrust, the cheeks rippling like waves. The bed creaked, a faint neighbor’s radio humming through the wall, adding to the surreal scene.






Manoj - “Rekha, your ass is a masterpiece, shaking so beautifully. Every move is pure magic. Can you feel how much I adore you?”

Mom - “OHH… Manoj, it’s… so much! I’m just trying to keep up with you. Please, don’t make it too intense. I am not used to this”


Manoj - “You’re my treasure, darling. This rhythm is perfect, just for us. Let’s stay like this, my sweet. Your asshole is so sweet than your pussy”

Her ass jiggled wildly, each thrust sending tremors through her flesh, her moans growing louder, her body fully surrendered. Then, a sharp sound cut through my haze—the doorbell. 

It was Dad; I knew it. Panic surged, and I shoved my cock back into my pants, my hands shaking, and ran downstairs, my footsteps loud on the stairs. Mom and Manoj didn’t hear it—the bedroom’s thick walls muffled the bell, and they were lost in their sex, their moans and creaking bed drowning out everything else. 


My heart raced as I reached the door, knowing Dad was about to step into this nightmare