Adultery Whispers of Lust: My Mom's Forbidden Path

[Rajeev Gupta]

I scrambled up the stairs after I checked on dad at the sitting room again, my sneakers squeaking on the polished wood, the hallway’s air thick with that filthy odor—Mom’s asshole, raw and unmistakable, mixed with her jasmine perfume, a perverse clash that burned my nose. 

A moth fluttered against the bulb, its wings casting frantic shadows, as I reached the bedroom door and knocked, my fists trembling, my voice a strained whisper.

Me: Mom, hurry! Dad’s downstairs, he’s waiting! Please, come out now!

Through the keyhole, I saw Mom, still naked, her panties and Manoj's trouser and shirt on the floor, her fat ass shaking as she darted to the cupboard, her cheeks jiggling like ripe fruit in a storm. 

Her boobs bounced, heavy and perfect, the nipples dark and hard, her skin glistening with sweat. She grabbed a glass and a bottle of orange juice, her hands shaking as she fumbled with the white powder Manoj had given her, pouring it into the juice and stirring frantically with a spoon, the liquid swirling with faint, sinister flecks. 


I was shocked—Mom, the woman who kissed Dad’s forehead every morning, was following Manoj’s evil orders, drugging her husband to hide her sin. She was whorish, her naked body a traitor, her actions a betrayal so vile I never thought she’d stoop this low. 


To poison Dad, to protect her lover’s cock in her asshole, was a wickedness that shattered my image of her piety. Her ass faced me, plump and quivering, and I couldn’t believe it had just been sodomized, its gaped hole hidden but marked by Manoj’s relentless fucking.







He was lucky—too lucky—to have fucked that ass, a holy woman’s forbidden place, and only his cum inside her asshole remained to complete her degradation.

Anger surged, my fists clenching—how could she do this to Dad, to our family? Yet, a dark thrill pulsed in my veins, my cock twitching at her cheating, her obedience to Manoj’s illegal orders. 

I hated her for it, but I was happy, shamefully captivated by her sluttiness, her bare ass a magnet drawing my gaze, her evil act a twisted proof of her fall. 

Mom stirred the juice faster, the spoon clinking, her ass swaying, her boobs trembling, the powder dissolving into a murky haze, her face set with grim determination, a whore’s resolve to save her secret.

Footsteps echoed—Dad was coming up again, his voice calling, “Rekha, where are you?” I spun away from the keyhole, pretending to adjust my shoe, my heart racing as he appeared at the top of the stairs, his tie loosened, a puzzled frown on his face.

Dad: Sanjay, where’s your mom? You said she was coming down. This house is giving me the creeps tonight.

Me: She’s… inside, Dad, just finishing up. She’ll be out any second, I swear.

Dad: Rekha! Love, come on out—I’m home! What’s taking so long? Ooh that smell coming from this hallway is really....I don't know

Mom: Amit, my love, I’m coming, darling! Just… getting ready for you! Give me a moment, please!

Dad: Ready? You sound out of breath, Rekha. Everything okay up there?

Mom: Oh, absolutely, my love! I was just… tidying up, got a bit sweaty. I’ll be right there with a surprise for you! Give me a sec!

Dad: A surprise? You’re full of mysteries tonight, Rekha. Alright, I’ll wait, but don’t keep me hanging too long.

Mom: Don’t worry, Amit, it’s worth it! I’ve got something special just for you. Just… relax , okay?

Dad chuckled, his face softening, too stupid to suspect, his trust in Mom blinding him to the stench, the thumping, her screams. Humming an old Bollywood tune, oblivious to the closet hiding Manoj. 

Mom opened the bedroom door, the juice glass in hand, her naked body glistening, her boobs full and heavy, her pussy barely hidden by the dress she’d hastily dbangd over her hips. 

Dad froze, his eyes widening, drinking in her beauty, her sweat-slick skin glowing under the hallway light. I saw her too, her body a sinful masterpiece, her boobs perfect, her curves a lure, and my cock twitched again, shame burning my cheeks. This is the body Manoj just ate few minutes ago!






Dad didn’t know another man was inside, his cock fresh from her asshole.

Dad: Sanjay, go downstairs, son. I don’t want you seeing your mom like this. Give us some privacy, alright?

Me: Uh… sure, Dad. I’ll… wait in the kitchen. Call if you need me.

I pretended to walk away, my footsteps loud, but doubled back as they locked the door with a click, the sound a knife to my heart. I crept to the keyhole, my breath shallow, and peered inside. Dad stood, stunned, his eyes darting around the room, the musky stench hitting him like a wave.

Dad: Rekha, why’s the room smelling so odd? It’s like… something heavy, not your usual lavender. And why are you naked, love?

Mom: Oh, Amit, it’s just… I spilled some oil while massaging my back, it’s got a strong scent. I’m naked because I wanted to surprise you, darling. I’ve been thinking about you all day, wanting to make tonight special. You know since you were away for all those months, my pussy has been thirsty, I want to make it a surprise!

Dad: A surprise? You’re sweating buckets, Rekha—what’s got you so worked up? And I heard screaming earlier, I don't understand.

Mom: Sweating? Just from rushing around to make everything perfect for you, my love. The screaming was… me getting excited about tonight, silly. I was practicing a little dance for you, got carried away.

Dad: A dance? And that thumping I heard? Sounded like the bed was about to break. What’s going on, Rekha?

Mom: Thumping? Oh, that was me moving some furniture to set the mood, darling. I wanted the room just right for us. Stop asking so many questions—look at me, I’m naked for you!

Dad: You were never like this before, Rekha. You’re… different tonight, so bold. I can't believe you are talking so dirty. And... What’s that glass of juice about?

Mom: I just missed you, Amit, wanted to spice things up. The juice is for you, to refresh you after work. Drink it, and let’s have some fun, naughty boy.

Dad: Spice things up? You’re usually so… religious, Rekha. This is new, but… damn, you look incredible.

Mom: I’m still your good wife, Amit, just feeling a bit wild for you tonight. I thought you’d like seeing me like this. Let’s enjoy it, stop overthinking, my love. I want you to fuck me so hard!

Mom’s eyes flicked to the closet, to make sure the closet is closed while Manoj was inside. A secret glance, her smile tight, her boobs heaving as she leaned closer to Dad, her hand brushing his arm. 

The closet’s wooden slats hid Manoj, but her gaze betrayed her fear, her fingers twitching around the juice glass. She was playing a dangerous game, her nakedness a distraction, her flirtation a shield to distract my dad. She was really good in distracting dad with her naked body.

Mom: Amit, sit down, darling. Drink this juice—it’s nice and cold, just for you. Let’s relax together, my love.

Dad: Juice? You’re really going all out, Rekha. This isn’t like you, but… alright, I’ll take it.

Mom: Good my love, drink up. I want you feeling perfect tonight. Look at me, aren’t I worth it?

Dad sipped, still confused, his eyes scanning the room—a crumpled sheet, a stray hairpin on the floor, the oil bottle’s cap loose on the nightstand. 

Mom flirted harder, her voice sultry, her boobs swaying as she leaned in, her hand grazing his thigh, desperate to keep his focus on her.

Dad: Rekha, before we start, I need my documents from the bottom closet. Got a meeting tomorrow, can’t wait. I’ll just grab them quick.

Mom: No, Amit, stay here! Those can wait, darling—look at me, I’m naked for you. Let’s have some fun first, my love. I want you to fuck me hard, my pussy is thirsty and so tight for you my love, I was waiting for this.

Dad: I can't beliee you are using the words "fuck", Rekha what has gotten into you today? I appreciate it, but I really need those papers. Why’re you so insistent?

Mom: Insistent? I just want you, Amit, all to myself tonight. Forget the documents—let me make you feel good.

Mom’s hand slid to his crotch, teasing his dick over his trousers, her fingers deft, her boobs brushing his chest as she unbuttoned his shirt, her sweat mingling with his. Dad’s eyes widened, his breath hitching, confusion deepening. Mom did all this just to prevent him from reaching the closet.

Dad: Rekha, why’re you acting like this? Naked, touching me like that—you’re never this… forward. What’s gotten into you?

Mom: Oh, Amit, I just want to make you relax, darling. I’ve been thinking about you, wanting to please you. Isn’t this what you’ve always wanted, a naughty wife?

Dad: Naughty? You’re religious, Rekha, always so proper. This is… exciting, but strange. You’ve never been this wild.

Mom: Wild? I’m still your wife, Amit, just showing you how much I love you. Let me take care of you tonight, forget everything else.


Mom caressed his chest, her fingers tracing his skin, her boobs swaying, her smile forced but seductive, desperate to mask the room’s stench, the closet’s secret. She was evil, her slutty replies a facade, her hand guiding the juice glass to his lips. What a real slut my mom is!

Mom: Drink more, Amit. It’ll cool you down, make you feel amazing. Let’s make tonight unforgettable, darling.

Dad: Unforgettable? You’re something else tonight, Rekha. Alright, here’s to you, love. I don't know why you changed this much

Dad drank deeply, unaware, the juice was mixed with an unknown sinister powder, and Mom’s smile turned wicked, her eyes glinting with relief, her boobs heaving as she watched him swallow Manoj’s drug. 

She was evil, orchestrating this betrayal while another man hid, her husband a pawn in her whore’s game. The drug worked fast—within five minutes, Dad’s eyes drooped, his head lolling, his speech slurring.

Dad: Rekha… I feel… dizzy. What’s in this juice? I’m… so tired all of a sudden.

Mom: Oh, darling, you’re just exhausted from work. Close your eyes, rest a bit. I’ll take care of you, my love.

Dad: Tired… yeah, maybe… but this is… weird. You’re… so beautiful, Rekha. Why’s everything spinning? I ...I...who is that man....in...the....clo...clos...cl..ooh my head ....


My mom's eyes darted behind at the closet. The closet was still closed but maybe dad saw someone inside but he was not sure.

Mom: Shh, Amit, just relax. No one is here. You are just tired. Let sleep take you, darling. Just sleep ok! I’m right here, making everything perfect.

Mom removed his shirt, her hands swift, her boobs brushing his chest, her eyes darting to the closet again, a flicker of fear beneath her evil smile. She urged him to lie down, her voice soothing, craving his slumber to hide her sin.

Mom: Sleep, Amit, just for a bit. You need rest, darling. I’ll be here when you wake, I promise.

Dad: Sleep… yeah, okay, Rekha. You’re… too good to me. Love you… so much…

Dad: But… that smell… still there… what is it? And… why’re you… so sweaty?

Mom: It’s nothing, my love, just the oil I used. I’m sweaty from… wanting you so bad. Close your eyes, darling, dream of me. Close your eyes and sleep my love.

Dad’s speech slurred, his head sinking into the pillow, his body limp, the drug pulling him under. Mom’s eyes locked on him, her smile fading, her boobs heaving with each breath, her hand clutching the empty glass. 

A whisper came from the closet—Manoj’s voice, low and mocking. Mom went to the closet to open it. Mom’s face twisted with anger, her fingers fumbling with the closet key, the lock clicking open. 

Manoj lunged out of the closet, grabbing her naked body, his lips crashing into hers in a passionate kiss, his hands squeezing her fat ass, fingers digging into the sweaty cheeks, pressing her against him. 





Her boobs flattened against his chest, her gaped asshole brushing his thigh, her body trembling with rage and fear.

Mom: Mmmmmmwwahh mmmmmm.....Manoj, stop! Amit’s right there—I’m terrified he’ll wake up! Why are you so reckless?

Manoj: That bastard’s out cold, darling. He won’t wake for hours, my sweet slut. Let me fuck your asshole right here, with him snoring like a fool.

Mom: No, Manoj, we should go to Sanjay’s room! It’s safer, away from Amit! Please, don’t do this here!

Manoj: Sanjay’s room? Fuck that, Rekha—I want your asshole with your husband right there. It’s hotter, you whore, knowing he’s clueless while I ruin you.

Mom: You’re insane! I won’t let you destroy my marriage like this! Amit’s too close—it’s too dangerous!

Manoj: Dangerous? That’s the thrill, darling. Your ass is mine, and I’ll fuck it where I want, you slutty queen.

Mom relented, her eyes darting to Dad’s sleeping form, his chest rising and falling, his face slack, a stupid pawn in her evil game. She felt no remorse, her agreement a silent betrayal, her gaped asshole a badge of her sluttiness. 

Manoj pulled her to the bed’s edge, bending her over, her fat ass raised, her boobs dangling, her face inches from Dad’s sleeping body. Her eyes locked on him, fear and defiance mixing, her hands trembling as she gripped the sheets.

Mom: Manoj, I feel so slutty doing this here. It’s wrong, with Amit right there! How did I become this… this whore?

Manoj: You’re a fucking masterpiece, Rekha, a slut born to take my cock. Your asshole’s begging for me, darling, even with your husband passed out. Spread those cheeks, you filthy goddess.

Mom: Please, Manoj, not here! Amit might wake—he’ll see us! I’m begging you, don’t make me do this!

Manoj: See us? That loser’s dead to the world, my sweet. Spread your ass, Rekha, let me fuck you like the whore you are.

To prove it, Manoj moved towards my passed out Dad, Manoj's foot nudging Dad’s face, a cruel kick on dad's face, he kicked dad's face then a harder kick, sending Dad rolling off the bed with a thud, his body limp on the floor. 

Manoj laughed, a guttural cackle, his eyes gleaming with disrespect.

Manoj: See, Rekha? That’s proof—he’s fucking gone, you slut. Your husband’s a pathetic bastard, sleeping through his wife’s ass-fucking.

Mom: Manoj… oh God, how could you? But… he didn’t wake. I can’t believe this is happening!

Manoj: Believe it, darling. Now get on the bed, bend over, you filthy whore. I’m fucking your ass right now, with him right there down snoring like a bastard while I fuck his treasure wife.

Mom: This is so wrong, Manoj. You’ve turned me into something evil. I… I can’t stop you, can I?

Manoj: Evil? You’re fucking perfect, Rekha, a slutty queen for my cock. Spread those cheeks, darling, let’s make this bed shake.

Mom climbed onto the bed, her eyes fixed on Dad’s crumpled form, no remorse in her gaze, her evil nature bare. She spread her asscheeks, her gaped asshole winking, slick with juices, and Manoj positioned his cock, the tip nudging her raw rim. 







She screamed, loud and piercing, as he entered her asshole, the sound echoing over Dad’s snores, her body lurching forward.

Mom: AAAHHH! MANOJ, IT’S TOO MUCH! NOT HERE, PLEASE!

Manoj: Fuck, Rekha, you’re so slutty, screaming while your husband’s out cold. Your asshole’s sucking me in, darling, you filthy whore. This is fucking perfect, you slutty queen