Adultery Friend's Mother

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Suddenly a spark of something ignited in divya, she felt a surge of strength which she never knew she had. She pushed ramesh away with all her might and got on top of him. She had his neck in a tight chokehold with both her hands. Her eyes were wide and furious. She was glaring into his eyes. She was breathing heavy, her chest heaving with anger. She was no longer the shy homely mother.

Ramesh was shocked, he never knew this side of her. He was trying to get free but divya was not letting him go. She had both her hands around his neck squeezing it tightly. Her nails digging into his flesh, he was gasping for breath. She spat on his face, “How could you do this to me, to your friend’s mother, to me, what have I done to you?”, she whispered with all the anger in her voice. He was trying to push her away but she was too strong, or may be he didn’t had the will to do so. She was sitting on his chest, his cock still erect and sticky with their juices, his face was red now turning blue, his eyes were wide open in shock and surprise.

Ramesh managed to croak out, “I’m sorry aunty, please let me go, I don’t know what came over me. Please, I will never tell anyone, please don’t tell mohit about this, please don’t tell anyone, I will do whatever you say, just please let go of me. I will leave right now, I won’t come back again, I promise, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, please, please, please..” his voice was full of fear and regret. But divya’s anger had taken over her and she didn’t want to hear his apologies. She wanted him to feel the fear she felt. She just sat there for a couple of seconds more before letting go of his neck, watching as the color came back to his face, watching him gasp for air, watching the fear in his eyes.

Now the tables had turned, and the psychological battle had begun. Ramesh was naked, exposed both literally and figuratively. He knew he had crossed the line and had to deal with the consequences. Divya was now in control, her eyes had changed from motherly love to fiery rage. She knew she had to be strong, not just for herself but also for her son. She slid off of him and got off the bed, walking towards the bathroom, she threw a towel at him, “Clean up and get dressed, we are going to talk about this when mohit is not around, and if you dare to come near me again without my permission, I will castrate you with my bare hands!”. She slammed the bathroom door shut. Ramesh just laid there, trying to catch his breath, feeling a mix of fear, regret and something else, something new, something that felt like respect.

But as the minutes ticked away and his breathing slowed, the fear started to dissipate. The corners of his mouth began to twitch upwards into a smug smile. He knew he had her. Her aggression was just a facade, a mask to cover her own desires. He had seen the way she looked at him, the way her body had responded to his touch. Ramesh knew that he had pushed all the right buttons and the game was his to win. He felt a rush of excitement, knowing that the next time they would be together, it would be a battle of wills and wits. He had tasted the sweetness of power and control, and he liked it.

He slowly got up, wrapping the towel around his waist, and started to clean up the mess he had made. He knew he had to play this right if he wanted to have her again. As he stepped out of the bathroom, he saw Divya sitting at the edge of the bed, her back to him. She had put on a fresh blouse and petticoat but had not tied her hair up. She looked defeated and yet somehow stronger than before. He approached her tentatively, not wanting to break the spell.

“Aunty, I know I shouldn’t have done this to you, but I couldn’t help it. You’re so beautiful and I’ve wanted you for so long. I’m sorry if I hurt you, but I promise I will make it right. You’re in charge now, tell me what you want and I will do it. We can keep this between us, and I promise I will be whatever you need me to be. Just don’t tell mohit, please,” Ramesh said, his voice a mix of fake remorse and calculated charm. He knew he had to manipulate her emotions, to make her feel guilty, to make her think she had the upper hand. It was all a ploy to get her to let her guard down again.

Divya felt torn between disgust and something else, something that she didn’t want to acknowledge. She knew that she could not let this happen again, but she also knew that she could not trust herself around him. She took a deep breath and turned to face him, “I will not tell mohit, but this never happens again. You will stay away from me and my family, do you understand?” she said, her voice firm. Ramesh nodded, his eyes never leaving hers. Inside, he was already planning his next move. He knew it was just a matter of time before he had her again, and this time it would be even more thrilling because she would be fighting him every step of the way. The chase was on, and he loved the hunt.

The next few days were tense. Divya avoided Ramesh as much as possible, but every time their paths crossed, she could feel his eyes on her, undressing her, claiming her. It made her skin crawl, but it also made her feel a strange sense of excitement. She tried to convince herself that it was just fear, but deep down she knew it was more than that. Her thoughts were consumed by their encounter, and she found herself thinking about his touch, his smell, his voice. It was a mental and emotional tug of war that she was slowly losing. Ramesh on the other hand was playing the perfect friend to mohit, acting as if nothing had changed. He knew that the anticipation was part of the thrill, and he was more than happy to wait for the right moment to strike again.

One evening, when mohit and Ramesh were hanging out in the living room, Ramesh took a deep breath and turned to mohit with a solemn look on his face. “Mohit, can I talk to you about something?” he asked, his voice quivering slightly. Mohit, noticing his friend’s distress, immediately turned his attention to him. “Of course, what’s up?”

Ramesh began to weave a tale of woe about his late mother. He talked about how much he missed her, how she had been his everything, and how her death had left a void in his life that he could never fill. He spoke of his regret for not being there for her in her last moments, for not being able to give her the happiness she deserved. His eyes filled with tears as he spoke, and mohit, ever the empathetic soul, reached out to comfort him. “I know you’re a good son, Ramesh, and she’s looking down on you with pride. You’re a good person, don’t beat yourself up about it,” mohit said, his voice filled with genuine concern.

But Ramesh’s mind was elsewhere. He knew he had hit a nerve with mohit, who had always been close to his mother, and he used that to his advantage. “You’re so lucky to have a mother like aunty Divya, she’s so warm and caring. I wish I could have had someone like her in my life, someone who could understand me, someone I could confide in,” he said, his voice thick with emotion. Mohit nodded, not realizing that his words were like a drug to Ramesh, fueling his obsession even more.

As the days turned into weeks, Ramesh’s manipulation grew more sophisticated. He would often drop hints about his loneliness and his need for a motherly figure in his life, all the while keeping his true intentions hidden. He knew that mohit was the key to getting closer to divya, and he played his cards masterfully. He would help around the house, be extra attentive to her needs, and always be there for them both, a constant presence that was both comforting and unsettling. Divya, despite her fear and anger, couldn’t help but be moved by Ramesh’s apparent change in behavior.

But it was all a facade. Ramesh’s true intentions were as dark as ever. He had a plan, and he was going to see it through. He knew that it was only a matter of time before divya’s defenses crumbled again, and he would be there to catch her when they did. He was a predator, biding his time, waiting for the perfect moment to pounce. And when that moment came, he would not only take her body, but he would also take her mind. She would be his, completely and utterly, and no one would ever be able to save her from his twisted desires.