Adultery Whispers of Lust: My Mom's Forbidden Path

[Rajeev Gupta]

Dad was ready for his meeting, his shirt crisp, his tie neat, thanks to Mom’s careful hands, but his eyes were tired, his face blank, like he’d forgotten everything: last night's mom vomit, the piss, the cum Mom shat on his face, all erased by the drug he was given by mom. 

He didn’t know his wife was banged twice now by Manoj, her pussy and asshole stretched by Manoj’s big cock, her holy body turned into a whore’s playground. 

I thought Dad was so stupid, so blind, his small dick no match for Manoj’s power, his trust in Mom making him a fool, a pathetic man who couldn’t see the truth under his nose. 


Dad came to me, his hand patting my head, his smile soft but confused, as he said goodbye, his voice a bit slow from the drugs still in him.

Dad: Sanjay, I’m off to my meeting, be good for Mom, okay? I’ll see you tonight, buddy. You doing alright?

Me: Yeah, Dad, I’m fine, but… do you remember anything from last night? Like, anything weird that happened?

Dad: Last night? No, I don’t remember much, just passed out, I guess. Why you asking, Sanjay? Something happen?

Me: Never mind, Dad, it’s nothing, just wondering. Have a good meeting. You sure you’re okay?

Dad: I’m okay, kid, just tired, that’s all. Don’t worry about me, alright? Take care of Mom while I’m gone.

I nodded, but inside, I was boiling. Dad was so dumb, clueless that Mom’s holes were fucked raw, her asshole gaped wide, her pussy dripping for another man, while he snored through it all. 


He didn’t know she kissed Manoj, sucked his cock, shat cum on his face, and bathed with her lover, all while he lay drugged, a stupid, trusting fool who thought his wife was a saint. 


And the same mouth that my dad is kissing is the same mouth that was sucking a filthy dick yesternight. So disgusting!


I hated how unaware my dad was, how he couldn’t see the whore Mom had become, her body no longer his, her love a lie he swallowed whole.

Mom came from the bedroom, still pretending, her blue saree wrapped tight, the silk hugging her big boobs, her fat ass swaying, her face glowing with a fake smile, like she was the perfect wife. She bid Dad bye, her voice sweet, her eyes warm, hiding the sin deep inside.


Mom: Amit, safe travels, darling, do great at your meeting. I’ll have everything ready when you’re back. Love you so much.

Dad: Love you too, Rekha, you’re the best. I’ll be home for dinner. Keep the kids in line, okay?

Mom noticed Dad forgot his briefcase, and she ran after him, the saree flapping, her big ass shaking like jelly, the cheeks bouncing with each step, the fabric clinging to her curves, showing off her body. 

I knew her assholes was loose from Manoj’s fucking, her asshole a red, stretched rim, her pussy swollen, but they were getting tighter now, after Manoj's sex, the gape closing a bit.

Though her ass looked bigger, plumper, from the anal sex last night, her first time taking a cock in that filthy hole, the asscheeks flesh fuller, rounder, a mark of her new whorish life. 

Mom handed Dad his briefcase, smiling, holding herself as he walked to the bus station, her love for him shining in her eyes, but deep inside, she was a sinner, her heart torn between her husband and the thrill of Manoj’s cock. 

She came back, her saree swaying, and saw me looking at her, my eyes wide, a smile on my face, my heart now rooting for her affair.

Mom spoke, her voice curious, a bit worried, as she stood in the living room, her boobs heaving under the saree, her hands fidgeting.

Mom: Sanjay, why are you looking at me like that? Is something wrong, my boy? Come on, tell me what’s on your mind.

Me: I’m just happy to see you happy, Mom. You look nice today, smiling and stuff. It’s good to see you like this.

Mom: Oh, Sanjay, you’re so sweet, that’s why you’re my good boy. I’m happy because I have you and your dad. You two make me happy. You always make me feel better, you know that.

Me: Yeah, Mom, I like when you’re happy. Can we talk about last night, though? What were you and Manoj doing in the bedroom?

Mom’s face tightened, worry flashing in her eyes, her hands twisting the saree’s edge, as she tried to dodge my questions, her voice soft but shaky.

Mom: Sanjay, last night was nothing, just grown-up stuff you don’t need to worry about. Manoj was helping me with some massage, that’s all. Why are you asking about this now?

Me: But, Mom, I saw you naked with him, and you were sucking something you called a cock. What was that? Why were you doing that with Manoj?

Mom: Oh, honey, you shouldn’t have seen that, it was just a private moment. I told you it is normal for me and Manoj to get naked but you will not understand now. I wasn’t sucking anything, maybe you saw me fixing something for Manoj. Let’s not talk about this, okay? It’s not for kids.

Me: But I saw you kissing him, Mom, and you were screaming something, like about your ass and cum. What was all that? Why were you so loud?

Mom: Sanjay, you’re imagining things, I wasn’t screaming or kissing anyone. Maybe you heard the TV or something, it was late. Please, don’t think about this, it’s nothing important.

Me: Okay, but why was Dad asleep, and you were doing all that with Manoj? I saw you spit on Dad’s face, and there was gross stuff on him. What happened, Mom?

Mom: That wasn’t spitting, Sanjay, Dad just got sick, and I was cleaning him up. Manoj was helping me take care of things, that’s all. You’re too young to understand, so let’s drop this, alright?

I kept pressing, innocent, not suspicious, just a kid asking questions, my eyes big, my voice curious, as Mom squirmed, lying to keep me in the dark.

Me: Mom, was everything you did with Manoj good? I mean, all mothers are good, right? So what you did must be okay, yeah?

Mom hesitated, her lips tight, her eyes darting, but then she spoke, shameless, condoning her actions, thinking I was too young to know the truth, her voice steady now.

Mom: Yes, Sanjay, everything I did with Manoj was good, it was all fine. Sometimes grown-ups do things to help each other, and that’s what we were doing. Don’t worry, it’s all normal and okay.

Me: Really? That’s cool, Mom, I guess. In schoool, out teacher told us that kissing means love, and I saw you kiss Manoj last night. Do you love him, Mom?

Mom: What? When did you see that, Sanjay? I told you not to watch my bedroom secretly, it’s private! Why were you looking?

Me: I just saw it last night, Mom, I didn’t mean to. Why can’t I watch? And do you love Manoj since you kissed him, or do you love Dad more?

Mom: Sanjay, you shouldn’t spy on me, it’s not right for kids to see grown-up things. Yes, I kissed Manoj, and it means I care for him, but I love your dad so much more. I love our family, Amit, you,my heart is with you all, always.

Mom talked fast, her voice loud, explaining her love for Dad, her words piling up, trying to drown my questions, her hands waving, her saree slipping slightly, showing her cleavage.

She was freaking out by the hard and tough questions I was asking because she was worried if her mouth slipped, she would reveal everything but I already knew everything.

Mom: Your dad is my everything, Sanjay, he’s the man I married, the one I’ll always love. Manoj is just a friend who helps me sometimes, but my love for Amit is bigger than anything. Our family is my whole world, and I’ll never let anything hurt it, okay?

Me: Okay, Mom, but I still wanna know more. Like, I don't know the meaning of the word "cock" and why was Manoj’s cock in your mouth? Also what is the meaning of "ass"? And why was your ass all loose and stuff?

Mom: Sanjay, stop asking so many questions, you’re too young for this! Those things you saw, they weren’t what you think, just grown-up business. Please, let’s talk about something else, like schoool or your games.

Me: But, Mom, I saw you do all that, and I’m confused. Should I tell Dad what I saw? He’d wanna know, right? If all the things you did with Manoj are good things that all mothers do, then is it problem if I tell dad?

Mom’s face went pale, worry creasing her forehead, her hands shaking, as she spoke fast, her voice low, desperate to keep me quiet, offering a bribe.

Mom: No, Sanjay, don’t tell Dad, it’ll just worry him for no reason. I’ll buy you that toy car you wanted, the big red one, if you keep this between us. Please, don’t say anything to him, okay? After we head off to Pandit Ganesh's house, I will buy you the toy car.

Me: A toy car? Awesome, Mom, I won’t tell Dad, I promise. But why can’t I tell him? It’s just stuff I saw, right?

Mom: It’s not for Dad to hear, Sanjay, it’ll make him sad over nothing. I need you to be my good boy and keep it a secret, just for me. We’ll go to the mall soon, get that toy car I promised you last week, and everything will be fine, alright?

Me: Okay, Mom, I won’t tell, I like the tpy car idea. But why’s it a secret? Is it because of what you did with Manoj?

Mom: Yes, honey, it’s just private stuff, not for Dad or anyone to know. I’m trusting you to be strong and keep quiet, because you’re my special boy. Let’s not talk about this anymore, it’s all done now.

Me: Alright, Mom, I’ll stop. But you said we’re going to Pandit Ganesh again after the mall? Why do we have to see him?

Mom: We’re going to Pandit Ganesh to pray and make things right, Sanjay, it’s important for our family. He helps us stay blessed and happy. Why don’t you like him, honey? Tell me.

Me: I don’t like him, Mom, he’s creepy and always touching you weird when he prays. I don’t want him near you. Can we skip him this time?

Mom: Oh, Sanjay, Pandit Ganesh is just doing his rituals, it’s all part of the prayers, nothing bad. Touching is a must for him to perform his rituals in a good way. I need to see him to keep our family safe, so we’re going, okay? You’re my brave boy, you’ll come with me, and it’ll be fine.

Me: Fine, Mom, I’ll go, but I still don’t like him. Why do you need to pray so much? Is it because of Manoj?

Mom: It’s not about Manoj, Sanjay, it’s about keeping our home strong and blessed. Pandit Ganesh helps me feel better, that’s all. You’ll see, it’s a good thing, so let’s not worry about it.

I knew why Mom was going to Pandit Ganesh for the second time—to wash away the sins she did with Manoj, the fucking, the cum, the pissing, the pussy fuck, the anal fuck, all the filthy things that stained her soul. 

But I also knew Pandit Ganesh was a fake, using his “sin-washing” rituals to touch Mom’s private parts, his hands creeping under her saree, brushing her boobs, her pussy, her ass, pretending it was holy, when he was just a pervert taking advantage of her guilt. 

I loved how Manoj fucked Mom, his big cock stretching her asshole, making her scream, her body alive with sin, a secret I cheered for, my heart racing at her whorish freedom. 

But I didn’t like Ganesh touching her, his slimy fingers on her skin, his fake prayers a trick to grope her, a man unworthy of her body, unlike Manoj, who claimed her with power and lust. 

I hated Ganesh’s sneaky hands, his leering eyes, his lies, while I admired Manoj’s bold fucking, his cock a king in Mom’s holes, a thrill I wanted to keep, my support for Mom’s affair a fire that burned bright, my dislike for Ganesh a cold, sharp edge.

Mom hugged me, her saree soft, her boobs pressing against my shoulder, her arms warm, her love for me real, even if her heart was split between Dad and Manoj. 

The living room was quiet, the family portrait on the wall crooked, a happy lie of our broken home, the air now mixed with the floral spray Mom used to hide the bedroom’s stench. 

I stood there, my smile wide, my heart no longer angry but fully with Mom, her affair a secret I’d guard, her sin a story I’d cheer, my love for her now tied to her daring, her body a whore’s temple I admired, my thoughts a mix of joy for her and pity for Dad’s stupid, blind trust



Mom spoke, her voice soft but nervous, telling me her plans, her hands twisting the saree’s edge, her boobs bouncing a little with each breath.

Mom: Sanjay, I’m going to take a bath now, and then I need to call Shalini before we head to Pandit Ganesh’s house. Shalini’s my friend, and I have to talk to her about something private. You okay waiting here, my boy?

Me: Yeah, Mom, I’ll wait, no problem. Why do you need to call Shalini? Is it about the pandit or is it urgent or are we meeting her as well?

Mom: It’s just grown-up talk, Sanjay, nothing you need to think about. Shalini gives me advice sometimes, that’s all. Her advice are very good. Just stay here and be good, okay?

Me: Okay, Mom, I’ll stay. But is Shalini helping you with something big? You’ve been talking to her a lot lately.

Mom: It’s not a big deal, honey, just friend stuff, you know how women chat. I’ll be quick with my bath and call, then we’ll get ready to go. You’re my sweet boy for being patient, alright?

I nodded, but inside, I was wondering hard why Mom needed to talk to Shalini, her married friend who started all this trouble. Shalini was the one who messed Mom up, telling her to wear tight, slutty clothes, like that red dress that showed off her big boobs and fat ass during that party, making her look like a whore. 

Shalini changed Mom, turned her from a holy wife who prayed every day into a woman who fucked Manoj, screamed for his cock, sucked him, and shitted cum on Dad’s face. Basically, Shalini turned my mom to a slut.

I knew Mom was going to tell Shalini everything about her sex with Manoj—how his huge cock ripped her asshole open, how she kissed him, how she bathed with him, every dirty detail. She was looking for an advice from Shalini but mom was looking for advice from the wrong person.

Shalini would probably giggle, push Mom to do worse, make her even more of a slut, and I hated how Shalini’s words made Mom this way, but I loved seeing Mom’s slutty side, my dick getting stiff just thinking about her moans and loose holes loosened by Manoj's huge dick.

I watched Mom grab her phone and walk to the bathroom, her saree swinging, her fat ass shaking like it did when she chased Dad with his briefcase. 

I didn’t know why she took her phone, but I thought maybe she was going to send naked pictures to Manoj, her wet boobs and pussy snapped for him to jerk off to. 

But Mom wasn’t that far gone yet, not slutty enough to send nudes, still holding onto a tiny bit of shame, even after all the filthy stuff she did. 

Her body was curvy, her boobs big and heavy, her ass fat and round, her waist soft and smooth.

She started removing her clothes ready to bath. She was facing away from me. She removed her saree and that is when I saw her fat ass, the fat ass that was fucked so hard yesternight by Manoj.

She was wearing black panties which disappeared inside between her asscheeks.






After few minutes she was naked and in the shower and turned on the shower.

She closed her eyes, her face soft, maybe thinking about Manoj fucking her, his cock slamming into her cute tiny pussy and asshole, her screams loud in the bedroom. 






She ran her hands over her body, sliding them over her boobs, her nipples poking out, then down her belly, touching herself in a sexy way, water running over her curves, her skin buzzing with feeling.


Then, the most shocking thing in my life happened. I saw Mom’s right hand slide down to her pussy, her fingers touching the puffy lips, her left hand grabbing her boobs, squeezing them, pinching her nipples. 

I begged in my head for her not to think of Manoj, not to let him control her like this, but her eyes stayed closed, her body starting to shake like she was nervous.






Then she started talking to herself.


Mom: Oh, Rekha, please don’t do this, don’t start touching yourself now. You’re a good wife, you can’t think of that man. Stop it, don’t let this happen.

Mom: I’m trying so hard, but my body’s hot, it’s begging for it. I know it’s wrong, I have Amit, my husband. Please, don’t let me fall into this mess. Ooh what am I doing?

Mom: I can’t believe I’m even thinking about this, it’s not who I am. I love my family, I can’t let this take over me. God, help me stop before I go too far.

Her right hand started rubbing her pussy, slow at first, her fingers circling the wet lips, pressing gently, her eyes squeezed shut, her body shivering under the shower’s hot water. 

She turned away, her fat ass facing me, the cheeks big and full, water dripping between them, her curves shaking as she rubbed harder, her fingers moving faster. 





I didn’t understand what was going on, my heart banging in my chest, asking myself if she was remembering Manoj, his big cock in her ass, his hands slapping her cheeks, his cum shooting inside her. 

My dick was getting hard, even though I hated it, seeing Mom’s slutty side, her hands moving, her body trembling, the water making her skin glow.

She again started talking to herself.

Mom: "What am I doing, Rekha? This is so bad, I can’t touch myself like this, I have a husband. I’m not supposed to be this kind of woman, stop it now. I know it’s wrong, but it feels so good, my body won’t stop. I’m begging God to forgive me, but I can’t pull my hands away. Please, save me from this sin"


She continued talking to herself because she couldn't believe what she was doing.

"I’m fighting it, but my fingers keep moving, it’s like I’m not in control. Amit deserves better, I can’t betray him like this. Why can’t I just be a good wife to my husband? Why am I turning into a... sl..slu...ooh I can't say that name no no no, I am not that kind of a woman"

Her left hand slid between her asscheeks, her fingers disappearing into the crack, maybe touching her loose asshole, the red rim still stretched wide from Manoj’s fucking. 






I didn’t know what she was doing, my head spinning, asking myself over and over if she was thinking of Manoj, picturing his cock, his hard thrusts, his cum filling her up. 

My dick was rock hard now, standing up in my pants, seeing Mom like this, her hands working her pussy and ass, her body shaking, her slutty side taking over, water splashing around her.

Her rubbing got faster, her right hand digging into her pussy, fingers sliding in and out, wet and shiny, her left hand pressing deeper between her asscheeks, maybe fingering her asshole, her body jerking like she was losing control. 




Her moans came out loud, echoing in the bathroom, her voice desperate, her boobs bouncing, water flying off her skin. She was moaning so hard and loud that she forgot I was in the house. She was really risking it.

But who is she thinking about as she is masturbating?





I asked myself why she was doing this in the morning, something I never saw her do, her holy hands now filthy, her praying face twisted with pleasure, her body alive with sin.

In the morning, she used to pray first thing. But today morning, she is in the bathroom moaning while rubbing her pussy. She even forgot praying.



She continued to speak to herself.

Mom: AAAAHHHH UUUHHHH YYESSS, OH GOD, IT FEELS SO GOOD, I CAN’T STOP! MY BODY’S BURNING, PLEASE, KEEP GOING! OOHHH YYESSS, I NEED THIS SO BAD! Ooh let me continue rubbing my pussy ooohhhhh


Mom: What kind of woman am I turning into, I can’t stop thinking about you, look what you turned me into. This isn’t me, I’m not this person.

Mom: I’m falling apart, my hands won’t listen, it’s too much pleasure. I’m not supposed to be like this, I have a family. Why am I letting this happen?

Mom: I’m begging myself to stop, but my body’s screaming for more. I can’t believe I’m doing this in the shower while my husband is working, it’s so wrong. God, please, don’t let me keep going.

I asked myself who she was talking about while she was masturbating, my heart pounding like a drum, hoping it was Dad, praying she was thinking of her husband, not Manoj. 

But everything pointed to Manoj—her wild moans, her fast fingers, her shaking body, all too much like when she fucked him. Then, I got shocked—she moaned Manoj’s name, maybe by mistake, her voice cutting through the shower’s noise.

Mom: OOHHH, MANOJ, YESSS—oh no, what did I just say?

She froze, her eyes popping open, her hand slapping over her mouth, shame all over her face, her body still trembling, water dripping down her boobs and ass. 

She talked to herself, her voice quiet, cursing her mistake for calling Manoj's name, begging for forgiveness, her hands stuck, her pussy and asshole wet and tight.

Mom: How could I say his Manoj's name, I’m supposed to think of Amit, my husband, not that man. Almighty, please forgive me, I’m so sorry for this sin. I am so shameful.

Mom: I’m disgusting, letting Manoj’s name slip out, what’s wrong with me? I love Amit, he’s my life, not Manoj. God, help me clean my heart, I beg you.


She continued speaking to herself.


Mom: Shalini was right, she said all married women are sluts, and look at me, rubbing myself like this while thinking of that Manoj. But I’m not a slut, I’m a good mother, a good wife. I love my family, I’m not this bad woman, I swear.

Mom: I’m lying to myself, I know I’m falling, but I won’t let this ruin me. I’m still Rekha, Amit’s wife, Sanjay’s mom, not Manoj’s whore. Please, God, make me good again.

Mom: I can’t keep doing this, I have to stop, but my body’s still shaking. Shalini pushed me into this, but I’m better than this. I’m fighting to be the woman I was, I promise.

I finally got the answer—Mom was a full slut now, her body belonging to Manoj’s cock, her mind stuck on his fucking, her holy life gone in two nights. 

I asked myself if she could ever forget Manoj, if she could go back to being Dad’s praying wife, but her moans, her hands, her shame said no. 

She changed so fast, from a saree-wearing woman chanting prayers to Manoj’s slut, screaming for cum, rubbing her pussy in the shower, her asshole loose, her heart torn between love and sin. 


Things were real now, my Mom a whore, and I loved it, my dick hard, my heart racing, cheering her sin, even as I hoped she’d fight it, my head a mess of excitement and worry, knowing she was lost to Manoj’s power.




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