Adultery Whispers of Lust: My Mom's Forbidden Path

[Rajeev Gupta]

Her wet hair stuck to her shoulders, droplets falling to the floor, her face red with shame from rubbing her pussy and ass in the shower, moaning Manoj’s name by mistake, cursing herself for thinking of him instead of Dad. 

I hid outside the door, my heart pounding, my dick hard in my pants, knowing Mom was a full slut now, her praying days gone, her body owned by Manoj’s cock. I loved her slutty side, cheering her sin, but I worried she’d never go back to being Dad’s holy wife.

Mom’s phone rang, a loud buzz that made her jump, her hand grabbing the towel, almost dropping it, her boobs bouncing. She snapped out of her thoughts, her eyes wide, her breath quick, and talked to herself, her voice shaky and scared.

I wondered who could be calling her now at this intense moment she is having. Mom started talking to herself...

Mom: Oh no, who’s calling me now? I’m still messed up from touching myself in the shower. Please, don’t let it be Amit, I can’t talk to him like this.

Mom: It’s probably nothing, Rekha, just check the phone and stay calm. My hands are shaking, I need to pull myself together. What if someone knows what I did with Manoj?

She picked up the phone, her fingers slipping, and saw it was Shalini, because later when she put it on loudspeaker, I heard her speaking her friend who pushed her into this dirty life. Mom’s face went pale, her lips trembling, as she talked to herself again, her voice full of shock.

Mom spoke to herself again, she usually speaks to herself in slightly audible voice.

Mom: Shalini? Why’s is this whorish woman calling me right now, after I thought of Manoj in the shower? This feels like a sign, it’s too much to handle.

Mom: I don’t want to talk to her, she’ll make me feel like a slutty woman, but I can’t ignore her call. She’s the one who got me into this mess with Manoj. God, please give me strength to face her.

Mom put the call on loudspeaker, like she always does, her hands too busy to hold the phone. She set it on the counter, next to the wet towel, and started wiping her body, the towel sliding over her boobs, her belly, her fat ass shaking with each move, water dripping onto the tiles, her wet hair leaving trails on her back. 

Her face was still flushed, her eyes darting to the phone, scared but ready to talk.

Mom: Hello, Shalini, it’s nice to hear from you. How are you doing today? I’ve been so busy with Sanjay and Amit, it’s been a while.

Shalini: Hey, Rekha, I’m doing awesome, living my best life. How about you, girl? I miss you so much, we need to hang out soon.

Mom: I’m okay, Shalini, just keeping things together at home. I miss you too, but I don’t like how you act sometimes, you’re too wild. How’s everything with you and Ravi your husband?

Shalini: Oh, Rekha, you’re so sweet, worrying about me. Ravi’s the same, boring as ever, working all the time. I’m still seeing Rakesh, and his cock is so big, it drives me crazy every time.

Mom: Shalini, you shouldn’t talk like that, it’s wrong to cheat on Ravi. You need to stop seeing Rakesh and be a good wife. Don’t you feel guilty for what you’re doing?

Shalini: Guilty? Haha, Rekha, you’re too funny, I don’t feel bad at all. Rakesh fucks me so good, makes me scream louder than Ravi ever could. Why waste my life on boring when I can have hot? If I continue lying to Ravi without him knowing, then I am fine.

Mom: I can’t believe you’re so shameless, Shalini, it’s not right. I’m trying to be good, but you make it hard with your talk. Anyway, something happened with me, I need to tell you.

Shalini: Oh, Rekha, don’t tease me, what happened? Did you do something naughty? Come on, spill it, I’m dying to hear every detail!

Mom: It’s hard to say, Shalini, but last night, I… I slept with Manoj. I let him do everything—my pussy, my mouth, even my ass. I feel so ashamed, I don’t know why I did it.

Shalini: Holy shit, Rekha, you fucked Manoj? That’s amazing, girl, congratulations, you’re a star! I’m so happy you finally let loose, tell me more!

Mom: Congratulations? Shalini, why are you saying that? I feel like I betrayed Amit and Sanjay, it’s not something to be proud of. Why do you think this is good?

Shalini: Because you’re a slut now, Rekha, and that’s the best thing ever! I told you before, all women are sluts, we’re made to fuck and feel good. You’re winning, girl, living for yourself, not just Amit. If Amit doesn't fuck you good, then cheat on him. Life is short, continue enjoying.

Mom: No, Shalini, I’m not a slut, I’m a good wife to Amit, a good mom to Sanjay. What I did with Manoj was a mistake, I’m not like you. I can’t live this way, it’s wrong.

Shalini: Stop pretending, Rekha, you’re already a slut, you fucked Manoj and you loved it. Don’t act like you’re some holy saint now. Did you enjoy his cock, be honest with me?

Mom: Okay, Shalini, I hate to admit it, but yes, I enjoyed it, it felt so good. My body was shaking, I couldn’t stop myself from wanting more. But that doesn’t mean I’m a slut, I’m just confused.

Shalini: Confused? Haha, just hear yourself talking like a slut saying and admitting that you loved it, you’re a slut, Rekha, and it’s awesome! Do you want to see Manoj again, get that cock back inside you? Tell me you’re craving him.

Mom: No, Shalini, I don’t want to see him again, it’s too much for me. I feel like a slut, and I hate that feeling, I want to be good. My husband or maybe Sanjay will know if I continue seeing Manoj, I can’t keep hurting Amit like this.

Shalini: That slutty feeling is the greatest, Rekha, it’s like being free, alive, a real woman. When Rakesh fucks me, I feel like a queen, not just Ravi’s boring wife. You felt that with Manoj, right? That fire in your body, that rush?

Mom: Yes, I felt it, Shalini, but it’s tearing me apart inside. It’s not freedom, it’s shame, I’m losing who I am. Why do you think being a slut is so wonderful?

Shalini: Because it’s power, Rekha, power over boring men like Amit and Ravi. When you fuck Manoj, you’re not just a mom or wife, you’re a goddess. Let that slutty feeling take over, it’s what makes life worth living.

Mom: Power? It feels like I’m falling, Shalini, like I’m becoming someone bad. I don’t want to be a goddess, I want to be Amit’s wife, Sanjay’s mom. I can’t let this feeling win, I just can’t.

Shalini: You’re already winning, Rekha, you just don’t see it yet. You said Manoj fucked your ass, girl? Tell me he pounded that tight little hole!

Mom: Yes, Shalini, he fucked my ass, and it hurt so bad, I didn’t like it. It felt wrong, like I was breaking something inside me. Why do you think anal is such a big deal?

Shalini: Because anal’s the real deal, Rekha, all sluts take it in the ass! Nowadays pussy is boring. I too don't like to be fucked in the pussy only, me and Rakesh do add anal sex for dessert! It’s like a prize, shows you’re not some plain wife anymore. You’re a full slut now, girl, that’s huge!

Mom: No, Shalini, I don’t want to be a full slut, it feels so bad. I’m a good wife, a good mom, I can’t let this take over my life. I need to stay true to my family, not this dirty stuff.

Shalini: Grow up, Rekha, stop acting like a scared little girl, be a woman! You fucked Manoj, took his cock in your ass, you’re a slut, same as me with Rakesh. Quit pretending you’re too good for this, embrace it.

Mom: I’m not pretending, Shalini, I’m fighting to keep my family safe. I don’t want to be like you, losing myself in this sin. I’m done talking about being a slut, it’s making me sick.

Shalini: Sick? You’re just scared of how good it feels, Rekha. What else is going on, girl? You’re hiding something, I know you are.

Mom: I don’t want to talk about it, Shalini, it’s too shameful, I can’t say it. Something happened in the bathroom just now, but it’s private. Please, don’t make me tell you.

Shalini: Oh, come on, Rekha, you can’t hold out on me, spill it! I am your friend, we promised not to hide anything from each other. What did you do in the bathroom, you naughty girl? Tell me, I’m your best friend.

Mom: Okay, Shalini, I’m so ashamed, but I… I touched myself in the shower, thinking of Manoj. I rubbed my pussy, my ass, I said his name, I couldn’t stop. I don’t know what’s happening to me, what does this mean?

Shalini: Damn, Rekha, that’s so hot, you masturbated thinking of Manoj? You’re a total slut, girl, this is perfect! It means you’re hooked, your body wants him, it’s the best thing ever! Your body doesn't want Amit, it craves for Manoj's body. It's the best thing.

Mom: The best thing? Shalini, it’s awful, I feel like I’m cheating on Amit even more. If I keep seeing Manoj, will I stop loving Amit? I’m scared I’ll lose my family.

Shalini: Losing interest in Amit is great, Rekha, it’s what you need. Amit’s boring, dragging you down, while Manoj’s cock lights you up. Rakesh makes me forget Ravi, and it’s freedom, you’ll love it.

Mom: How can you say that, Shalini? Amit’s my husband, I love him, I don’t want to forget him. You’re wrong, I’m not throwing away my marriage like you.

Shalini: Oh, Rekha, you’re so stuck, Amit’s just holding you back. Manoj’s your real man, his cock owns you now. Let Amit go, live for the fuck, like me with Rakesh.

Mom: Stop it, Shalini, I’m not listening to this, you’re making me feel worse. I love Amit, I love Sanjay, I’m not giving up my family for Manoj. You’re going too far, I can’t take it.

Shalini: Too far? You’re already there, Rekha, you’ll be begging for Manoj’s cock soon. Keep acting holy, but you’re a slut, and you know it deep down.

Mom: Whatever! Hey! I’m going to see Pandit Ganesh today, Shalini, to pray and clean this sin from my heart. I need to be a good wife and mom again, not this. I’m not going back to Manoj, I promise.

Shalini: Pandit Ganesh? That’s a joke, Rekha, those prayers won’t change a thing. You’ll be back with Manoj, spreading your legs, fucking him again. Sluts like us can’t stay away, you’ll see.

Mom: No, Shalini, I’m going, and I’ll prove I’m stronger than this sin. Your filthy talk makes me feel like a whore, I can’t stand it. I’m hanging up, I’m done with this.

Shalini: Hanging up? What’s wrong, Rekha, can’t handle the truth? You’re a slut, just like me, and you’ll fuck Manoj again, I know it.

Mom: Goodbye, Shalini, I’m not listening to you anymore. I’m better than this, I’m not your kind of woman. Don’t call me until you can talk like a friend.

Mom slammed her finger on the phone, ending the call, her towel slipping down, showing her big boobs and fat ass, her face tight with anger, her eyes wet, her lips shaking. 

Her cheeks were red, her breath heavy, but then her expression changed, a small smile spreading across her face, her eyes sparkling, her mouth curling up. I knew Mom loved Shalini’s dirty words, the way they made her feel like a slut, her heart secretly excited by the thought of being a whore, even though she fought it hard.

I was angry, my hands balled into fists, my chest tight, hating how Shalini talked about Dad, calling him boring, saying Mom should forget him. Dad was clueless, trusting Mom while she fucked Manoj, but he didn’t deserve this disrespect, his love for her real, even if he was too dumb to see her sin. 


My heart pounded, my dick still hard from watching Mom in the shower, but my head was spinning, torn between loving Mom’s slutty side and hating Shalini’s cruel words about my family. I stood there, hidden by the door, my sneakers squeaking on the floor, my mind a mess, cheering Mom’s affair but burning with rage at Shalini’s voice



Mom got out of the bathroom, she didn't even wear a towel, she just walked outside of the bathroom just naked, her thick ass swaying, her heavy breasts bouncing. 





I ran back to the sitting room, my safe hiding space, my sneakers squeaking on the floor. I sat on our sitting room couch, my heart pounding, pretending I wasn’t spying, my dick still stiff from seeing Mom’s body. 

Mom took a long time in her bedroom, the door half-open, clothes scattered on the bed. I crept closer back to her bedroom, I stood at the door, peeking through the keyhole, seeing her standing in her underwear, her massive, round breasts spilling over her bra, her plump, wide ass barely covered by panties.








She held up dresses, sarees in bright colors, looking confused, muttering to herself, wondering what to wear for Pandit Ganesh’s house. She tried a green saree, then a red one, tossing them aside, her thick thighs jiggling, her navel deep and soft, her body a sinful sight. 


Finally, she picked an orange saree, wrapping it tight around her curves, the fabric hugging her like a second skin, her face set, like she was choosing to be bold.


Mom came out, her orange saree shining, her massive breasts straining against the blouse, her huge, round ass swaying, the fabric clinging to her curves. She found me standing in the sitting room, my eyes wide, my mouth open, shocked at how she looked, so different from her usual plain sarees. I spoke, my voice high, complimenting her, asking questions, trying to sound innocent.






Me: Wow, Mom, you look so pretty in that dress, it’s amazing. Why are you wearing something so fancy just to go to Pandit Ganesh’s house? Isn’t it too much for praying?

Mom: Thank you, Sanjay, I just wanted to wear something nice today, that’s all. I have never worn this, so I thought I’d dress up a bit. It’s not too much, it’s just a saree.

Me: I never saw you wear this orange one before, Mom, it’s so bright. When did you buy it? Did you get it for something special or what?

Mom: Oh, Sanjay, I bought it a while ago, just never had a chance to wear it. It’s been in my closet for months, nothing special about it. I just felt like trying it today, okay?

Me: Okay, but it looks really new, Mom. Did Shalini tell you to get it? She always talks about fancy clothes, right?

Mom: No, Sanjay, Shalini didn’t pick this, I chose it myself. I like to have nice things sometimes, even if I don’t wear them much. Let’s get ready to go, we don’t want to be late.

The orange saree was so tight, it showed every curve of Mom’s body, a loud sign she was leaving her holy ways for a slut’s life. The blouse squeezed her massive, full breasts, the fabric stretching, her nipples faintly visible, her cleavage deep and round, begging for eyes. 

The saree clung to her soft navel, the dip exposed, a tempting hollow above her belly. It wrapped her thick thighs, the material outlining their shape, each step making them jiggle, the hem high enough to tease. 

Her huge, plump ass was the star, the saree gripping its round cheeks, swaying like ripe fruit, the crack faintly traced, a whore’s badge, no longer the ass of a praying wife but a slut’s prize, stretched by Manoj’s cock. 

This dress screamed her new life, a bold step from sarees that hid her curves to one that shouted her sin, her holiness traded for sluttiness, her body a lure for lust.

We walked to Pandit Ganesh’s house, the streets busy, men turning their heads, their eyes locked on Mom’s assets. Her massive breasts bounced with each step, her blouse tight, drawing stares from shopkeepers and passersby. 

Her huge, round ass swayed, the saree accentuating its plumpness, men whispering, some licking their lips, their gazes hungry. I noticed, my face hot, confused but not suspicious, just a kid wondering why Mom was different today.







Me: Mom, why are all the men staring at you today? It’s like they can’t stop looking at your dress. Is it because it’s so bright?

Mom: Oh, Sanjay, they’re probably just noticing the orange color, it’s very eye-catching. Men look at bright things, that’s all, nothing to worry about. Let’s keep walking, okay?

Me: But they’re looking a lot, Mom, more than usual. Is it the way the saree fits? It’s really tight, isn’t it?

Mom: It’s just a saree, Sanjay, maybe it’s new to them, I don’t wear this one often. People notice new things, that’s normal. Don’t think too much about it, we’re almost there.

Me: Okay, Mom, but it feels weird, like they’re staring at you, not the dress. Do you like when people look? Does it make you feel good?

Mom: Sanjay, I don’t care if people look, I’m just wearing what I like. It doesn’t mean anything, I’m focused on getting to Pandit Ganesh. Let’s hurry, we don’t want to keep him waiting.

We reached Pandit Ganesh’s house, a small building with a wooden door, prayer flags hanging outside, the air smelling of incense. We knocked, and Pandit appeared, his eyes widening, his mouth dropping as he saw Mom. 

He gazed at her in lust, his stare crawling over her massive, round breasts, the tight blouse showing her curves, then down to her thick thighs and her wide hips, the saree hugging every inch. 

Saliva dripped from the side of his mouth, a shiny trail of lust, his face flushed, his eyes hungry, like he was starving for her body. I saw it, my stomach twisting, angry that a holy man was such a pervert, his drool a disgusting sign of his sin, not the purity I expected.

Pandit spoke, his voice oily, greeting Mom, his eyes never leaving her curves, barely noticing me.

Pandit: Rekha, welcome, I didn’t expect you again so soon. You look so beautiful today, this saree is stunning. Hello, Sanjay, good to see you too.

Mom: Pandit Ji, thank you for seeing us, I needed to come back for prayers. I’m surprised you say that about my saree, you don’t usually compliment wives. We’re here for something important.
 
Pandit: Sanjay, don’t rush, prayers take time, you know that. Rekha, your beauty shines today, it’s a gift from God. Come inside, both of you, let’s begin.

Mom’s face was shocked, her eyes wide, not used to Pandit complimenting her, especially as another man’s wife, his words crossing a line. He ushered us into his house, a dim room with a small altar, incense burning, a bed in the corner covered with a red cloth. 

As Mom walked in, Pandit’s eyes locked on her huge, round ass, the saree clinging to its plump cheeks, shaking like waves in a stormy sea, each step making it quiver, a sinful dance. 







I saw him rub his penis through his dhoti, his lips bitten, his face twisted with lust. I was angry, my fists clenched, expecting a religious man to be good, not a pervert like Manoj, his actions a betrayal of his holy role. 

I didn’t understand why Mom’s thick, massive ass drew every man’s eyes, its round, heavy shape a magnet, but I knew Manoj, the man who fucked my mom's asshole, was the luckiest, his cock having fucked the most beautiful ass, stretching it wide, claiming it as his prize.

Pandit brought us drinks, sweet mango juice in metal cups, his hands shaky as he stared at Mom. I sat on a wooden chair, its legs creaky, while Pandit told Mom to sit on his bed, not the mat where women usually sat for rituals. 

My eyes narrowed, knowing this wasn’t normal, sensing he was a pervert, his bed a trap, not a prayer spot. Mom frowned, her face confused, wondering why he’d ask her to sit there, her saree tight as she stood.

Pandit: Rekha, please sit on the bed, it’s more comfortable for our talk. The mat is too hard for such a special visitor. Sanjay, take a chair, relax.

Mom’s thighs expanded as she sat, the saree stretching over their thick, soft shape, her legs parted slightly, the fabric outlining her curves. Pandit’s eyes fixed on her thighs, his gaze hungry, his mouth twitching, lust written all over his face. Mom spoke, her voice firm, telling me to leave, not wanting me to hear her confessions.

Mom: Sanjay, go to the next room like last time, okay? I need to talk to Pandit Ji alone about private things. It won’t take long, just wait there.

Me: Okay, Mom, but why do I always have to go? Can’t I stay and listen? I won’t tell anyone, I promise.

Mom: No, Sanjay, these are grown-up matters, you can’t hear them. Be my good boy and wait in the other room. I’ll call you when we’re done, alright?

Me: Fine, Mom, I’ll go, but I don’t like leaving you here. Is everything okay? You sure you need to talk alone?

Mom: Everything’s fine, Sanjay, I just need to pray and talk with Pandit Ji. It’s important for me, so please go wait. You’re helping me by doing this, okay?


I walked to the next room, my sneakers heavy, my heart burning with anger, leaving Mom with this pervert, his drooling mouth and rubbing hands making me sick. 

The room was small, a mat on the floor, a window letting in dusty light, the air thick with incense. I sat, my fists tight, hating Pandit’s fake holiness, knowing he’d try something with Mom, his lust a disgrace to his prayers.

In the main room, Pandit spoke, his voice smooth but pushy, asking Mom why she came again, his eyes still on her thighs, her massive breasts, her plump ass sinking into the bed.

Pandit: Rekha, why are you back so soon? Something must be troubling you, I can see it in your face. Tell me, what sin needs cleansing today?

Mom: Pandit Ji, I… I don’t know where to start, it’s hard to say. I came to pray, to fix something wrong I did. I need God’s help, but I’m scared.

Pandit: Scared? Rekha, you’re safe here, God listens through me. Is it about your husband, Amit? Or maybe something else, a secret you’re hiding?

Mom: No, it’s not Amit, not exactly, I mean… I can’t say it yet. You’re wrong, it’s not what you think. I just need to pray, that’s all.

Pandit: Don’t hide, Rekha, I’ve seen many sins, I can guess yours. A woman like you, so beautiful, maybe tempted by another man? Tell me, I won’t judge you.

Mom: No, Pandit Ji, it’s not that simple, please don’t guess. I’m trying to be good, but it’s hard to talk about. I need time to say it right.

Pandit: Take your time, Rekha, but God wants truth, you know that. You’ve sinned, haven’t you? Something big, I can feel it, let it out.

Mom: I… I think I made a mistake coming here, Pandit Ji. This is too much, I shouldn’t have come to say this. I need to go, I’m not ready.

Mom stood, her saree tight, her thick thighs brushing together, her huge, round ass jiggling, but Pandit grabbed her waist, his fingers digging into her soft skin, his face close, his voice low and fake-kind. 

Mom didn’t even feel his touch, her mind too caught in her shame, her eyes down, her hands shaking.

Pandit: Rekha, sit down, don’t run from God’s help. I’m here to comfort you, to guide you back to purity. Tell me your sin, let me fix it for you.

Mom: Pandit Ji, I don’t know, I’m so confused, I want to leave. This feels wrong, talking about it here. Please, let me go think about it.

Pandit: No, Rekha, you’re safe, sit and trust me, God’s with us. Your heart’s heavy, I can see it, share your burden. You’re too beautiful to carry this alone.

Mom: Okay, Pandit Ji, I’ll sit, but I’m scared, I don’t know if I can say it. I want to be good, for Amit, for Sanjay. Please, just help me pray, nothing else.

Mom sat back down, her thighs spreading again, her saree tight, her massive breasts heaving, her plump ass sinking into the bed, Pandit’s hand lingering on her waist, his eyes gleaming, his lust hidden behind a fake smile. 


I sat in the next room, my heart pounding, angry, hating this man, knowing he was no holy guide but a pervert, his touch on Mom a sin worse than hers.





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