Adultery Whispers of Lust: My Mom's Forbidden Path

[Rajeev Gupta]

The bedroom was a cesspool of filth, the air thick with the sour, acrid stench of Mom’s asshole, Manoj’s piss, and the lingering decay of cum, brown paste, vomit, and spit, all mingling in a noxious haze. 

The bedsheet was a sodden ruin, soaked with Mom’s juices, oil, sweat, and the white-brown slurry of Manoj’s cum mixed with her asshole’s paste, the fabric clinging to the mattress like a defiled shroud. 

Dad lay on the floor, his face a grotesque mask of vomit, spit, and cum-paste, now streaked with Manoj’s yellow piss, the mess pooling in his mouth, matting his hair, his drugged snores gurgling through the filth, oblivious to the desecration. 


My dad, due to his dazed state, was not able to activate his scent sense because the drug was still effective although minimally. Therefore, he wasn't able to smell the filth in the bedroom.

My mom—Rekha—emerged from the bathroom, still naked, her body glistening with sweat, her big boobs swaying, nipples hard as river stones.

Her fat ass quivering with each step, her loose asshole leaking a faint trickle of cum down her thighs, a testament to its stretched, gaped state. 





She carried a jug of water, her face etched with worry, eyes wide, lips trembling, hair matted to her neck, as she hurried to Dad, believing Manoj’s claim that he was about to wake up, her heart pounding with fear of discovery.

It looks as if Manoj told her that my dad was about to wake up and this made my mom panic.


Mom knelt beside Dad, her boobs brushing the floor, and poured water over his face, the clear stream washing away the vomit, spit, cum, and piss, the filth swirling into a muddy puddle beneath him. 

She grabbed a towel, its edge already damp with her juices, and wiped his face, her hands shaking, her breath ragged, as she scrubbed the mess from his cheeks, forehead, and mouth, revealing his pale, slack skin. 

My dad was still dazed not knowing what to do. He was stupefied not knowing what was going on.



As she wiped, she noticed the sharp, ammonia-like stench of piss, stronger than the cum-paste’s sour decay, and concluded Manoj had pissed on Dad’s face, her eyes narrowing, fury surging through her. 

She stood, her fat ass shaking like overripe fruit in a storm, the cheeks jiggling as she rushed back to the bathroom, her loose asshole winking with each step, cum still dripping, her anger a blazing fire, her naked body a vision of betrayed sanctity.

I heard them from the bathroom, Mom’s shouts echoing, her voice raw with rage, as she confronted Manoj, who lounged against the sink, his cock still hard, slick with cum and paste, his grin unyielding.

She was shouting at Manoj so loudly that I thought my dad would wake up but dad was still down dazed. The drug was really heavy on him.

Mom: Manoj, how could you piss on Amit’s face? That’s beyond cruel, and I won’t let you turn me into a woman who allows this! You’ve gone too far, and I’m sick of this filth!

Manoj: He fucking deserves it, Rekha, my darling slut. Your husband’s a pathetic loser, and my piss is his crown, you filthy whore. Look at your juicy ass, darling, still begging for my cock even if I already fucked it and cummed in it.

Mom: Don’t you dare talk about Amit like that, Manoj! I won’t let you degrade him further or make me someone who hurts her family! Stop this now, I’m begging you! I will not let you degrade my husband this way

Manoj: Degrade? You shitted my cum on his face, you sweet whore. I’m just adding to the art, darling. Fuck, your boobs are perfect, my slutty queen, keep shouting, it’s hot.

Mom: I did what you forced me to, but pissing on him is unforgivable! I’m trying to hold onto who I am, not become your monster! You need to stop this, Manoj, please!

Manoj: Monster? You’re a fucking goddess, Rekha, my filthy slut. Your anger’s making me hard, darling. Keep that ass shaking, you whore, I’m not listening.

Mom’s shouts grew louder, but Manoj ignored her, his eyes roaming her naked body, sexualizing her, his voice dripping with lust. She rushed back to the bedroom, her fat ass jiggling, realizing he wouldn’t hear her.

Her face flushed with fury, her boobs bouncing, sweat streaming down her spine. She knelt by Dad again, wiping his face clean, scrubbing every trace of piss, cum, vomit, and paste.

T he towel now a sodden, filthy rag, the floor beneath him a muddy smear, her hands trembling, her heart heavy with guilt for her role in his desecration.

Dad stirred, his eyes fluttering, his voice a slurred mumble, not fully awake, his drugged haze keeping him disoriented, as he spoke, confusion lacing his words.

Dad: Rekha… what’s happening? Why am I on the floor? My head’s spinning, love, what’s going on?

Mom: Amit, you’re just tired, you went to bed straight after you came home, that’s all. Don’t worry, I’m here to take care of you. Please, just rest now, my love.

Dad: Straight to bed? But… why’s the room smelling like piss and… something rotten? It’s strong, Rekha, what’s that stench?

Mom: It’s nothing, Amit, just some spilled juice that went bad. You’re imagining things because you’re so groggy. Close your eyes, darling, you need sleep.

Dad: Juice? Okay, but… why’re you naked, Rekha? You’re never like this… what’s happening? My face feels wet, too. I don't remember anything.

Mom: I was about to shower when you slept, Amit, that’s why I’m naked. Your face is wet from me splashing water to wake you. Please, stop asking questions, you’re not thinking clearly.

Dad: Not thinking… yeah, maybe… but it’s so weird, Rekha. The floor’s hard, why’m I down here? Feels like a bad dream.

Mom: It’s just a dream, Amit, you’re exhausted and confused. Let me help you to bed, you’ll feel better after sleep. No more questions, darling, just rest now.

Dad wasn’t fully awake, his eyes half-open, his movements sluggish, his speech slurred, the drugs still heavy in his system, keeping him in a fog. Mom encouraged him to move, her voice soothing, desperate to keep him calm.

Mom: Amit, come to bed, you need to sleep this off. You’re safe with me, just let me guide you. Come on, darling, let’s get you comfortable.

Dad: Bed… yeah, sounds good, Rekha. I’m so… tired. Why’s it so hot in here? The...th...the room feels so hot, it feels like someone ran in here for hours.

Mom: It’s just your imagination, Amit, you’re dreaming a bit. The room is actually cold. The bed’s cool and ready for you. Let me help you up, my love.

Mom removed the soiled bedsheet, yanking the cum-and-juice-soaked fabric free, tossing it into a corner, revealing the bare mattress, its faint stains a silent witness to her sin. 

She bent to help Dad, her fat ass raised, and I saw her loose asshole, a gaped, red rim, stretched wide like a yawning cavern, leaking a faint trickle of cum, surrounded by her plump cheeks, her pussy glistening with sweat and juices, the lips swollen, a stark contrast to her asshole’s ravaged state. 







The looseness was shocking, no longer the tight pink star of her pious days, now a defiled chasm, a testament to Manoj’s relentless fucking, her pussy a secondary player in her degradation.

Mom guided Dad, her hands under his arms, encouraging him to stand, her boobs brushing his chest, sweat dripping onto his shirt, as she spoke.

Mom: Come on, Amit, just a few steps to the bed, you can do it. I’m here, you’re safe, just lean on me. Let’s get you settled, darling.

Dad: Settled… yeah, okay, Rekha. My legs… so heavy. You’re sure this is a dream?

Mom: Yes, Amit, it’s all a dream, you’re just overtired. The bed’s right here, let’s lie down. Sleep will fix everything, my love.

Mom laid Dad on the bare mattress, his body sinking into it, his eyes half-closed, still wondering, his voice a mumble as he spoke. The bed he is laying on is the bed where pure betrayal has just happened and massive filth behind his back.

Dad: Rekha, it’s so hot in here, like… something’s off. The room’s spinning, and that smell… still there. Am I really dreaming?

Mom: You’re dreaming, Amit, it’s just the heat and your tired mind playing tricks. Close your eyes, let sleep take you, it’s all fine. I’m right here, darling, just rest.

Dad: Dreaming… okay, maybe… but it feels so real. Why’s my face… sticky? Rekha, tell me it’s nothing.

Mom: It’s nothing, Amit, just some water I splashed to wake you. You’re imagining the stickiness, you’re so groggy. Sleep now, my love, stop worrying.

Mom pulled a blanket over Dad, tucking it around him, her hands trembling, ensuring he was covered, her boobs swaying with each movement, sweat beading on her forehead. 

She caught Manoj at the corner of her eye, leaning in the bathroom doorway, his cock still hard, his grin mocking, and anger flared in her chest, her lips tightening.

Her eyes narrowing, as she stayed on the bed, ensuring Dad was asleep, her fingers brushing his shoulder, willing him to stay under.

Manoj whispered from the bathroom, his voice low, taunting, urging her to join him, as she sat, her naked body tense, her loose asshole still leaking cum onto the mattress.

Manoj: (Whispering) Rekha, my darling slut, come to the bathroom, let’s bathe together, you filthy whore. Your ass needs cleaning, darling, and I want you wet, you sweet bitch.

Mom: (Whispering) No, Manoj, I can’t do that, I won’t leave Amit like this. Don’t make me into a woman who abandons her husband for you. I’m staying here until he’s asleep, please.

Manoj: Fuck that loser, Rekha, my precious slut. Get in here, darling, or I’ll drag you myself, you whore. Your ass is mine, come wash it with me.


Mom checked Dad, her hand on his chest, feeling his slow, deep breaths, confirming he’d slipped back into sleep, his snores soft, his face slack. 

I was shocked, my hand frozen on my dick, as she stood, her fat ass shaking, and walked toward the bathroom, closing the door with a soft click, joining Manoj to bathe together while Dad slept. 

The act stunned me, Mom’s compliance a final betrayal, her naked body vanishing into the bathroom, the mystery of their bath a forbidden scene I couldn’t watch, my arousal warring with disbelief, my shame a heavy weight, the closed door a barrier to her final degradation