Adultery Whispers of Lust: My Mom's Forbidden Path

[Rajeev Gupta]

Mom knelt before Manoj, her lips still trembling from sucking his cock, the brown, yellowish paste from her asshole smeared on her chin, a sour, acrid stench clinging to her breath. 

The bed’s sheets were a sodden mess, dark with her juices, oil, and sweat, clinging to her thighs like a second skin, the fabric puckered and stained from the relentless anal fucking. 

Dad lay sprawled on the floor, his face a grotesque mask of Mom’s vomit—chunky, bile-streaked, mixed with her spit and traces of the brown paste—his drugged snores bubbling through the mess, oblivious to the depravity inches away. 

Mom’s naked body glistened, her fat ass quivering as she rose, the cheeks parting to reveal her asshole, loose and gaped, a red, swollen rim leaking juices and paste, a far cry from the tight, unused pink star.

It had been when she knelt for morning prayers, her saree modest, her body pure. Her big boobs swayed, nipples hard as river pebbles, sweat cascading down her spine, pooling in the dip above her ass, her face flushed with shame and pleasure, eyes darting to Dad’s defiled form. 

She didn’t want this done in front of her passed-out husband, the man she’d vowed to honor, his presence a constant reminder of her betrayal, her asshole’s looseness a mark of her fall from grace.

Mom spoke, her voice soft and pleading, politely urging Manoj to end the ordeal, her hands clasped, her boobs trembling with each breath.

Mom: Manoj, I aaahhh...ooohhhh I request that you please finish this soon. My body is exhausted, and my heart aches doing this in front of Amit. Can we conclude this privately, away from his presence? Aaahhhh please Manoj!!

Manoj: Finish, my darling? Your loose asshole’s still hungry, you slutty queen. Why hide from your husband, you filthy whore? He’s just a snoring loser now.

Mom: Aaahhhh shshh ooohhh Manoj, but I feel so uncomfortable with Amit here. My asshole is sore, and I only wish to ease this situation quickly. Please, can you consider my request and finish soon? Oh oh oh oh!!!

Manoj gave an ultimatum, his voice a cruel taunt, his cock still hard, slick with paste and juices, as he gripped her hips, positioning her back in doggystyle, her ass raised high.

Manoj: You want me to cum and finish, Rekha, my sweet slut? Then talk dirty, beg for my cock like a true whore, darling. If you don’t, I’ll keep fucking this ass all night, you filthy bitch.

Mom: Manoj, I’m not comfortable speaking that way. My heart is heavy, and I only wish to end this with dignity. Please, can you finish without making me say such things? Ooh please Manojjj ooooooohhh aaaiiiiiiiiii

Manoj: No dirty talk, no cumming, my precious whore. Your ass is too fucking good to stop, you slutty queen. Speak like a slut, or I’ll pound you till dawn, darling.

Mom’s face crumpled, her eyes watering, but she relented, her voice shifting to a slutty plea, her words shocking me as she begged, her ass pushing back against his cock.


She just decided to speak filthy like a slut so that Manoj will once and for all cum in her asshole and end this betrayal she was doing right infront of her husband who is passed out.

Mom: Manoj, please fuck my ass hard and cum inside me! I need your cock to fill my asshole, make me your whore! Please, give me your cum, I’m begging you!

Manoj: Fuck, Rekha, listen to you, you filthy slut, begging like a porn star, my darling. You’re a true whore, shaming your husband with that dirty mouth, you bitch. Keep talking, my sweet, your ass deserves this disgrace.

Mom: I ask you to cum in my asshole, Manoj, to make this complete! Fuck me deeper, make my ass yours, please! I want your cum so badly, fill me up! Aaaiiii iiii oooohhh uuuummmmmm ssshitt aaaaaahhhhhhh

Manoj: You’re a fucking disgrace, Rekha, my slutty queen, begging for my cum in front of your husband. Your holy prayers are shit now, you whore. Take this cock, you filthy darling.

Mom kept looking at Dad, her eyes locked on his vomit-soaked face, guilt and filth warring within her. She felt filthy, her asshole loose and leaking, her mouth tainted by the brown paste, her body a whore’s vessel, betraying the man she’d loved for years. 

The act in front of Dad amplified her shame, each thrust a reminder of her fall, her holy vows drowned in the sweat and juices soaking the bed. 







Manoj fucked her ass harder, his cock a glistening spear, the brown paste spreading, the rim of her asshole stretching wider, her moans a mix of pain and pleasure, “OOH YESS, CUM IN ME!” her body reacting with involuntary shudders. 

Her boobs bouncing, her ass cheeks clapping, her sweat flying like sparks. Her sluttiness was driven by exhaustion and desperation, her sore asshole unable to endure more, her body yielding to Manoj’s dominance, her mind fractured by guilt and lust.

I was in shock, my hand rubbing my dick, stunned by Mom’s slutty words, “fuck my ass,” “cum inside,” spilling from the mouth that once chanted prayers. 

Her transformation was complete, her pious facade shattered, her body a slut’s playground, her asshole a loose, defiled chasm. I felt a dark thrill, my cock throbbing, but shame gnawed at me, knowing I was complicit in watching, in loving this betrayal, my own father defiled by Mom’s vomit and spit.

Manoj’s thrusts grew erratic, his voice a low growl, cuing his climax, his hands gripping her ass tighter, the cheeks red from his slaps.

Manoj: Rekha, my darling, I’m gonna cum, you slutty queen. Your ass is milking me, you filthy whore. Ready for my load, my sweet?

Mom: Yes, Manoj, I  ask you to cum in my asshole! Please, fill me with your cum, I need it! Make this end, I’m begging you!

Manoj: Fuck, you’re a desperate slut, Rekha, my precious. Your ass is begging for it, darling. Here it comes, you filthy bitch.







I stood shamelessly, my hand a blur, waiting for Mom to receive cum in her asshole for the first time, a milestone in her degradation. I was shameful of myself, my arousal a betrayal of Dad. 

My excitement a twisted mirror of Mom’s filth, my heart pounding as I anticipated the moment, my own climax building. 

Mom pushed her ass backward, her cheeks spreading, her gaped asshole swallowing Manoj’s cock deeper, desperate to make him cum, to end the ordeal, her sore rim unable to take more, her body driven by instinct and submission.

Manoj’s groans erupted, his voice a primal roar, as he cummed inside my mom's asshole for the first time in her life time, his cock pulsing inside her asshole, flooding it with cum, the climax triggered by her tight, loose grip and her slutty begging.

Manoj: AAAHHH, REKHA, TAKE MY CUM, YOU SLUTTY QUEEN! YOUR ASS IS FUCKING PERFECT, MY DARLING! I’M FILLING YOU, YOU FILTHY WHORE!

Mom: OOH YESS, MANOJ, I FEEL YOUR CUM! PLEASE, KEEP CUMMING, FILL MY ASSHOLE! I NEED IT ALL, MY BODY’S YOURS!

Manoj’s orgasm was intense, his cum a hot, thick flood, her asshole’s looseness allowing it to pool deep, some leaking out, mixing with the brown paste, dripping onto the sheets, a white and brown slurry. 






He held her asscheeks, spreading them wide, looking up in triumph, his eyes gleaming with conquest, having claimed her most forbidden hole in front of her husband. 

I also cummed on my hands too, my fingers shaking, cum spilling in my pants, a shameful release driven by Mom’s degradation, her asshole’s violation, and the sight of Manoj’s triumph. 

My orgasm was a betrayal, a mirror of Mom’s fall, my body reacting to the filth I both hated and craved, my breath ragged, my legs trembling, my shame a heavy weight, yet my arousal unyielding, the image of Mom’s cum-filled asshole searing my mind.

Manoj spoke, his voice low, ordering her to raise up slightly, still in doggystyle, for a kiss, his cock still buried in her asshole, wanting to seal his dominance with her lips.

Manoj: Rekha, my sweet slut, raise up a bit and kiss me, you filthy queen. Keep that ass on my cock, darling. Show me you’re mine, you whore.

Mom: Manoj, Come here! Let me kiss you as you ask. My body is overwhelmed, but I will do this for you. Please, let this be gentle, I’m so tired.

Manoj: Gentle? You’re a fucking slut, Rekha, my precious. Kiss me like the whore you are, darling. Your ass is still mine, you bitch.

Mom raised her torso slightly, her boobs swaying, her ass still impaled, and kissed him, her lips pressing against his, a deep, submissive embrace, her tongue meeting his, the taste of her asshole’s paste lingering. 


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She kissed to appease him, to solidify her submission, her body trembling with exhaustion, her hands gripping his shoulders for balance, her sweat mingling with his, her boobs brushing his chest. 

During the kiss, she moaned softly, her asshole clenching around his cock, receiving the final sperms inside her asshole, a reflex of her body’s overstimulation, her guilt and filth intensified by Dad’s presence.

Manoj spoke again, his voice shameless, as Mom described the sensation of his cum, her eyes flicking to Dad, her face etched with worry.

Mom: Manoj, I feel your huge cum inside my asshole, it’s so warm and full. I am impressed by how you fucked me, even though it was not in the right hole. Please, can you remove your cock now? I’m worried about Amit seeing us.

Manoj: My cum’s fucking perfect in your ass, Rekha, you slutty queen. Why worry about that loser husband of yours, darling? He’s covered in your puke, you filthy whore.

Mom: I respectfully ask you to understand, Manoj, as Amit’s presence makes me anxious. I feel so filthy doing this in front of him, and I want to protect our marriage. Please, remove your cock and let us stop this now.

Manoj: Stop? I want you to shit my cum on his face, Rekha, my sweet slut. Puke’s not enough, darling—cover him in our fuck, you whore.

Mom: Manoj, What??!! No, I refuse to do that, as it’s too horrific and cruel. My heart cannot bear further disrespect to Amit, who doesn’t deserve this. Please, reconsider this terrible request and let us end this differently.

Mom’s refusal was firm, her shock palpable, her body tensing, her asshole clenching around his cock, still buried deep. She refused to shit Manoj's cum on Dad’s face, her love for her husband, though battered, holding her back from this ultimate desecration. 

The act was too vile, a step beyond vomiting and spitting, a final erasure of her vows, her guilt already crushing her under the weight of her filth, her eyes pleading with Manoj to spare her this horror.


I stood, my hand sticky with my own cum, my shock at Mom’s sluttiness warring with my shame, my arousal a dark flame that refused to die, my eyes locked on her cum-filled asshole, her gaped rim a testament to her fall, Dad’s defiled face a mirror of my own betrayal



Mom knelt in doggystyle, her fat ass still raised, Manoj’s cock buried in her asshole, his cum a hot, thick flood mixing with the brown, yellowish paste from her depths, leaking in a slow, white-brown trickle onto the soaked bedsheets. 

Dad lay on the floor, his face a grotesque canvas of Mom’s vomit—chunky, bile-streaked, with spit and brown paste traces—his drugged snores gurgling through the mess, oblivious to the sin above him. 

Mom’s naked body glistened, her big boobs swaying, nipples hard as polished stones, sweat streaming down her spine, her asshole loose and gaped, a red, swollen rim, no longer the tight pink star of her prayer days, now a cavernous, leaking chasm. 

Her face was flushed, eyes wide with guilt, lips trembling from their kiss, hair matted to her neck, as Manoj ordered her to shit his cum on Dad’s face, his voice a cruel command.

Mom thought hard, her mind racing, the cum’s mixture with the brown paste a filthy abomination, its sour, acrid stench a reminder of her asshole’s defilement, a step too far in her betrayal. 

She spoke, her voice natural but strained, explaining her hesitation, her eyes darting to Dad’s vomit-soaked face.

Mom: Manoj, I can’t do that, the cum is mixed with that brown stuff from my ass. It’s too disgusting to put on Amit’s face, and my heart breaks thinking of it. Please find another way to end this, I beg.

Manoj: I don’t give a fuck, Rekha, my darling slut. Shit my cum on that loser’s face, you filthy whore. Your ass made this mess, now use it, you sweet bitch.

Mom: Manoj, but the mixture is so vile, it’s not right for Amit. My ass is already sore, and this feels like too much shame.

Manoj didn’t care, his grin predatory, his cock still hard, slick with cum and brown paste, as he slapped her ass, the cheeks jiggling like overripe melons. Mom decided to comply, her face crumpling, guilt and filth overwhelming her, her body trembling as she nodded. 

Manoj spoke, warning her not to spill as he prepared to withdraw.

Manoj: Don’t fucking spill when I pull out, Rekha, my sweet slut. Keep that ass tight, darling, or I’ll make you lick it up, you whore.

Mom: I’ll try my best, Manoj, to keep it in as you say. My ass is so loose, but I’ll clench hard. Please guide me so I don’t mess this up.

Manoj eased his cock out, the shaft glistening with cum and paste, still hard from the thrill of her submission, the brown residue clinging to its length, a testament to her asshole’s filth. 







Mom immediately clenched her asshole, the rim quivering, a desperate attempt to trap the cum-paste mixture, her fat ass shaking as she turned, directing her asshole toward Dad’s face, the cheeks parting to reveal the gaped, red rim. 

She felt filthy, her body a whore’s vessel, her asshole’s looseness a badge of her degradation, her act about to defile her husband beyond redemption. Her facial expression was a mix of shame and resignation, eyes watery, lips pursed, cheeks flushed.

As she positioned herself, her boobs swaying, sweat dripping onto the floor.


Manoj encouraged her, his voice blending nice and filthy words, standing behind her, his hands gripping her fat ass, ensuring her asshole aimed at Dad’s vomit-soaked face.

Manoj: That’s it, Rekha, my beautiful slut, aim that sweet ass right, you filthy queen. Shit my cum on your husband's face, darling, make him wear our fuck. You’re a perfect whore, my precious.


Mom: I’m trying, Manoj, to do this as you want. My heart feels heavy, but I’ll follow your command. 

Manoj: You’re doing great, my sweet whore. Your loose ass is gonna paint him, you filthy goddess. Keep that hole ready, darling, for this dirty gift.

Dad stirred slightly, his fingers twitching, his snores faltering, but still passed out, the drugs keeping him in a haze. Mom noticed, panic flashing across her face, and she spoke, her voice trembling.

Mom: Manoj, Amit’s moving a little, I’m scared he might wake up. My ass is ready, but this is too risky now. 

Manoj: Shut up, Rekha, my darling slut. He’s not waking, you filthy whore, just shit it out now. I don’t care about his twitches, you sweet bitch.

Mom: Manoj, but his movements worry me so much. My heart’s racing, and I just want to protect him. Please, can we be quick if we must do this?

Her asshole, too loose to hold, began spilling, a dribble of cum and brown paste leaking out from her asshole, missing Dad’s face, splattering on the floor, as Manoj hadn’t aimed her perfectly. 

He spoke, his voice sharp, slapping her ass hard, the cheeks jiggling like jelly in a storm.

Manoj: Stop fucking leaking, Rekha, my sweet slut, clench that asshole very tight! You’re wasting my cum, you filthy whore. Get it together, darling, or I’ll spank you red.

Mom: I’m so sorry, Manoj, my ass is too loose to hold it all. It’s been stretched so much, I can’t tighten it more. 







Mom apologized, her voice soft, her face flushed with shame, as Manoj’s cock, slightly dirty with cum and brown paste, remained hard, the residue a mark of her asshole’s relentless violation. 

I couldn’t believe that big cock had been inside Mom’s asshole, its girth and length a monstrous intruder in her tiny, once-tight rim, now a loose, leaking chasm, a testament to Manoj’s dominance. 

My hand rubbed my dick, my shock mixing with arousal, the sight of that filthy cock a perverse thrill, my shame buried under the dark joy of her degradation.


Manoj ordered her to release, his voice commanding, as he repositioned her ass, his hands spreading her cheeks, aiming her gaped asshole at Dad’s face.

Manoj: Now shit it out, Rekha, my beautiful slut, blast his face with our cum, you filthy queen. Let it all go, darling, cover that loser, you whore.

Mom: I’ll do it, Manoj, as you say, to get this over with. My ass is ready, and I’ll try to aim well. Please, hold me steady so it hits right.

Mom let out a burst of cum, a blastful eruption, the sound a wet, gurgling “PFFFFT,” like a punctured balloon, the cum-paste mixture exploding from her loose asshole in a thick, forceful stream. 







It splattered on Dad’s face, a white-brown slurry, some splashing onto the floor, some coating Manoj’s hands, the mixture a filthy blend of creamy cum and yellowish-brown paste, its texture chunky, its color a sickening taupe, reeking of sour decay and acrid waste. 


The blast smeared Dad’s cheeks, pooling in his open mouth, streaking his forehead, matting his hair, a grotesque addition to the vomit and spit already defiling him. 

Dad’s face, still hazed by drugs, twitched faintly, his lips moving, unaware of the filth raining upon him, the mixture’s stench a noxious cloud in the room.


Manoj shamed her, his voice a mix of mockery and lust, elongating his taunts, as Mom held her mouth, eyes squeezed shut, shame overwhelming her, knowing she’d defiled her husband with her asshole’s contents.

Manoj: Fuck, Rekha, you blasted his face like a fucking sewer, you filthy slut. Your ass shat our cum all over him, darling, what a disgusting whore you are. Look at that mess, my sweet, you’ve ruined him completely.

Mom: I did what you asked, Manoj, but my heart is breaking for Amit. This was so wrong, and I feel like a monster. 

Manoj: Stop? You’re a filthy queen, Rekha, shitting cum on your husband’s face, you whore. That burst was fucking epic, darling, own it, you slutty bitch.

Mom: I followed your command, Manoj, but this shame is crushing me. My ass did this, and I can’t bear it. Please, don’t make me feel worse than I do.

Mom finished shitting it out, her asshole spasming, the last dribbles of cum and paste leaking out, splattering Dad’s chin, the rim quivering, unable to close, a loose, red cavern that marked her total degradation. 

Manoj encouraged her to turn and see the mess, his voice insistent, as she refused, her tone crying, her head turning away.

Manoj: Turn around, Rekha, my sweet slut, look at the fucking mess you made, you filthy whore. See your husband’s face, darling, covered in our cum, you bitch.

Mom: No, Manoj, I can’t look at Amit like this, it’s too painful. My heart can’t take seeing him so disgraced. Please, don’t make me do this.

Manoj: You’ll fucking look, you slutty queen, or I’ll drag you to him, you whore. Face your shame, darling, see what your ass did, you filthy bitch.

Mom: I’m begging you, Manoj, spare me this, it’s breaking me apart. I know what I did, and it’s killing me inside. Please, let me keep my eyes away.

Mom didn’t want to look, her guilt a crushing weight, the sight of Dad’s defiled face a mirror of her betrayal, her love for him twisted by her actions, her asshole’s filth a permanent stain on her soul. 

Manoj grabbed her face, his fingers digging into her cheeks, forcing her to turn, her eyes meeting Dad’s vomit-and-cum-soaked face, a sorry expression washing over her, lips trembling, eyes watering, cheeks pale, a silent apology in her gaze. 

She felt bad, her heart shattered, her body a whore’s tool, her marriage desecrated, her filth forever marking her husband.

Manoj asked filthy questions, his voice taunting, elongating his demands, as Mom refused to answer, her shame deepening.

Manoj: Rekha, my darling slut, don’t you love shitting my cum on his face, you filthy whore? Isn’t it fucking hot, darling, ruining him like this, you bitch?

Mom: I can’t answer that, Manoj, it’s too shameful to think about. My heart is heavy with guilt, and I hate what I’ve done. Please, don’t ask me to say such things.

Manoj: Come on, you slutty queen, admit it feels good, you filthy goddess. Your ass loved blasting him, darling, didn’t it, you whore?

Mom: I won’t say that, Manoj, because it’s breaking me inside. This was wrong, and I’m drowning in shame. Please, stop pushing me to answer like this.

Mom shrugged him off, her voice firm, her body trembling, as she declared she was done, Manoj laughing, his grin cruel.

Mom: I’m done, Manoj, I can’t do this anymore. My ass, my heart—it’s all broken, and I need to stop. Please, let me go now. Let me go to the bathroom

Manoj: Done? You’re a fucking riot, Rekha, my sweet slut. Run to the bathroom, darling, but your ass is still mine, you whore.

Mom stumbled to the bathroom, her fat ass shaking, the cheeks jiggling like storm-tossed waves, Manoj’s cum cascading down her thighs from her loose asshole, a white-brown stream marking her skin, proof of her rim’s inability to close, stretched beyond repair by his relentless fucking. 

The looseness was stark, her once-tight asshole now a gaping chasm, leaking filthy cum with every step, a testament to her degradation.

As Mom vanished into the bathroom, Manoj stood over Dad, muttering disrespectful words, his voice a low, venomous growl, his eyes gleaming with triumph.

Manoj: I fucked your wife, you pathetic bastard. Your holy Rekha’s ass is mine, you snoring loser. You’re nothing but a cum-soaked fool now.

While still standing, he guided his still-hard cock, dirty with cum and brown paste, and began pissing on Dad’s face, a hot, yellow stream arcing from his shaft, splattering Dad’s vomit-and-cum-soaked cheeks, washing the mess into a swirling, filthy puddle, the acrid stench rising, mixing with the room’s sour decay. 

I was shocked, my hand frozen on my dick, the sight of Manoj’s piss defiling Dad’s face a new low, my heart pounding, my arousal warring with horror, my shame a heavy chain. Dad stirred, his eyes fluttering, a faint groan escaping his lips, the piss and drugs rousing him slightly, his face twitching under the stream.

Manoj continued, his voice laced with bad words, as he pissed, the stream unrelenting, soaking Dad’s hair, pooling in his mouth.

Manoj: Take my piss, you fucking loser, you pathetic cunt. Your wife’s ass shitted my sperm on you, now I’m marking you, you worthless bastard. Stay down, you cum-soaked fool.

Manoj realized Dad was stirring, his eyes narrowing, and he spat a final insult, rushing to the bathroom, his cock still dripping.

Manoj: Shit, you are waking up, you fucking prick? Stay down, you piss-soaked loser. You are waking up now! What a bastard.



Manoj ran to the bathroom and my dad started waking up! But what happened? Will my dad get to realize what happened still in his dazed mode?



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