Adultery Whispers of Lust: My Mom's Forbidden Path

[Rajeev Gupta]

Pandit: Rekha, you came here for a reason, don’t hide your sin from God. Tell me what you did, I can see it’s heavy on your heart. What happened to make you so scared?

Mom: Pandit Ji, it’s hard to say, I don’t know how to start. I… I saw someone, not my husband, and things happened. I feel so bad, I need to fix it.

Pandit: Saw someone? Like the last time? Rekha, do you mean you were with another man again? Tell me clearly, did you have sex with him? God needs the truth.

Mom’s face went red, her eyes wide, her voice shaking as she spoke slowly, her words vague, trying to avoid the shame.

Mom: Yes, Pandit Ji, I did… I had sex with another man, the same man again, not Amit my husband. It was a mistake, I didn’t mean for it to happen. I’m so ashamed, I want God to forgive me.

Pandit’s eyes widened, his mouth dropping, a glint of excitement in his stare, his hands fidgeting, his voice eager as he asked more, his questions turning dirty.

Pandit: Sex with another man, Rekha? That’s a big sin, but I need details to help you. Who was this man you had sex with twice, and how did you meet him? What did he do to you?

Mom: His name is Manoj, Pandit Ji, he’s a friend of a friend. I met him through Shalini, at a party, we talked a few times, and then… things went too far. Things went south. I don’t want to say more, it’s too hard.

Pandit: You must say more, Rekha, God demands the full truth. Did Manoj touch you, maybe your breasts? Did he suck them or kiss your body?

Mom: Pandit Ji, this feels strange, why do you need to know that? Yes, he… he touched my breasts, he kissed them. I’m not comfortable saying this, please, can we just pray?

Pandit: No, Rekha, we need every detail for the ritual to work. Did he touch your ass, feel its shape? Did he put his penis inside you, in your pussy or elsewhere?

Mom’s face burned, her eyes down, her voice low, feeling weird but answering because she respected Pandit, believing his questions were for God.

Mom: Yes, Pandit Ji, he touched my ass, he grabbed it, squeezed it. He… he put his penis in my pussy, and other places too. I’m so embarrassed, please, don’t make me say more.

Pandit: Other places, Rekha? You must be clear, did he put it in your ass? Tell me everything, it’s the only way to cleanse you.

Mom: Pandit Ji, I don’t like these questions, they feel wrong, but I’ll answer so that I get ritualistic proof. I need to stop this sin, please help me.

I sat in the next room, my ear pressed to the wall, wondering why Mom was answering these dirty questions, my heart racing, my face hot. This wasn’t part of any ritual I knew.

Pandit wasn’t chanting or praying, just asking about Mom’s body, her sex with Manoj, like a pervert, not a holy man. I hated how Mom kept talking, her respect for him making her spill everything, her voice shaky but honest, while Pandit’s eyes gleamed with lust.

Mom spoke again, her voice softer, introducing something worse, her hands trembling, her face red with embarrassment.

Mom: Pandit Ji, there’s something even worse I did, it’s so bad, I can’t believe it. I think you already asked but....I don’t know how to say it, it’s too shameful. I need God to forgive me for this.

Pandit: Worse, Rekha? What could be worse than sex with another man? Tell me, what did you do, don’t hold back.

Mom: It’s so hard, Pandit Ji, but… I let Manoj do something very bad to my body. He… he had sex with my ass, not just my pussy. I feel so dirty, I can’t look at myself.

Pandit’s eyes lit up, his mouth twitching, his voice eager, asking more about anal, his questions filthy, his excitement clear.

Pandit: Anal sex, Rekha? That’s a big step, but tell me, how did it feel? Did his penis stretch you? Did you enjoy it at all?

Mom: Pandit Ji, it hurt so much, I didn’t enjoy it, it felt wrong. Manoj’s penis was big, it stretched me, I cried. Why are you asking this, is it part of the prayer?

Pandit: Yes, Rekha, I need to know to help you. Anal is normal, many married women do it, it’s not a bad sin. Did anything else happen, like mess?

Mom’s face was shocked, her eyes wide, her voice shaky, not believing Pandit called anal normal, her hands clutching the saree.

Mom: Normal? Pandit Ji, how can that be normal, it’s not natural, it’s sinful. Manoj forced me, I didn’t want it, I never want to do it again. It felt so wrong, I’m not that kind of woman.

Pandit: Rekha, calm down, it’s just a body thing, God doesn’t judge it harshly. Women do anal sex all the time, it’s part of love. Did you… make a mess, like shitting or releasing anything after during anal?

Mom: Release? Pandit Ji, what do you mean by that? I don’t understand, please, I don’t want to talk about this part. It’s too much, I’m ashamed.

I knew Mom was pretending not to understand, her face red, avoiding the word “shitted,” remembering how she pushed Manoj’s cum out on Dad’s face. Pandit leaned closer, his voice low, explaining in a filthy way, his eyes gleaming.

Pandit: Rekha, I mean did you shit, did anything come out of your ass after Manoj's dick was inside? It’s normal, it happens, tell me, did you make a mess?

Mom: Pandit Ji, please, I can’t talk about that, it’s too dirty, I don’t want to say. Something happened, but I’m not saying it, it’s private. Why do you keep asking these things?

Pandit: Because I need to know, Rekha, to cleanse you properly. If you released something, it’s part of the sin, tell me. 

Mom: I… I can’t, Pandit Ji, but yes, something came out, and it got on Amit’s face. My husband was on the room but was passed out. He didn't know I was with Manoj. I’m so ashamed, I didn’t mean it, it was an accident. Please, stop asking, I’m begging you.

Pandit: An accident, Rekha, that’s understandable, don’t worry. Why are you so shy? It’s just the body, God sees it all, tell me more.

Mom: No, Pandit Ji, I can’t say more, it’s too much, I feel sick talking about it. I just want to pray, to be clean again. Can we move on, please?

Pandit leaned back, his smile wide, his dhoti tented, his dick hard, pushing against the fabric, a clear bulge Mom didn’t notice, her eyes down, her face flushed. He spoke again, his voice soft, condoning her adultery, his words shocking, encouraging her sin.

Pandit: Rekha, sleeping with another man isn’t a bad sin, like I told you before. It’s a small thing, easy to wash away with prayers. You don’t need to feel so guilty, God forgives this quickly.

Mom: Not bad? Pandit Ji, how can you say that, it’s cheating on my husband. I thought it was a big sin, that’s why I’m here. Are you sure it’s small?

Pandit: Yes, Rekha, it’s small, many women do it, they come to me all the time. They cheat, they enjoy, then they pray, and their sins are gone. You can do it again, come back, and I’ll cleanse you.

Mom: Many women? Pandit Ji, do they come often, cheating and praying like it’s normal? I can’t believe that, I don’t want to be like them.

Pandit: Oh, Rekha, they come every week, sometimes more, cheating with lovers, then washing it away. It’s easy, you can keep seeing Manoj, enjoy his body, and I’ll pray for you. It’s a simple fix, no harm.

Mom: No, Pandit Ji, I don’t want to keep sinning, I want to be religious, a good wife to Amit, a good mom to Sanjay. I came to stop this, not to do it more. I can’t live like those women, I won’t.

Mom’s face lit up, happy Pandit said her sin was small, her eyes softer, her shoulders relaxing, but her voice firm, refusing to keep cheating. Pandit’s dick stayed hard, the bulge bigger, his eyes on her massive, round breasts, his hands twitching, eager for more.

Pandit: Rekha, you’re holding back, I know there’s more to tell. Share everything, it’s the only way to be fully clean. What else did you do with Manoj?

Mom: Pandit Ji, I can’t, I’ve said too much, it’s all so shameful. There’s nothing else, I just want to pray now. Please, let’s do the ritual, I’m tired.

Pandit: No, Rekha, we need a special ritual for a sin like yours. Remove your blouse, stay in your bra, it’s part of the prayer. It’ll help God see your heart clearly.

Mom: Remove my blouse? Pandit Ji, is that really necessary? I’m not sure, it feels strange. Will it truly take my sins away?

Pandit: Yes, Rekha, it’s a sacred step, it shows your openness to God. Just your bra, it’s fine, I’ve done this with many women. Trust me, it’ll cleanse you.

Mom: Okay, Pandit Ji, if it’s for my sins, I’ll do it, but I’m nervous. This will make me clean, right? I want to be good again, for my family.

Mom stood, her fingers shaky, unbuttoning her blouse, the orange fabric falling to the floor, her bra tight, barely holding her massive, full breasts, the cups digging into her soft flesh, her cleavage deep, her nipples faintly visible through the thin material. 









She didn’t care much, her mind focused on cleansing her sins, her face calm but unsure, trusting Pandit’s lies. I couldn’t believe Mom was falling into this trap, my heart sinking, my eyes wide, knowing Pandit was a pervert, using fake rituals to touch her, his lust a disgusting trick.

Pandit spoke, his voice low, his eyes glued to her breasts, his dick hard, his hands trembling with excitement.

Pandit: Rekha, close your eyes and don’t open them, it’s part of the ritual. Lie on the bed, relax, let God work through me. I need to hold your breasts to pray, it’s sacred.

Mom: Hold my breasts, Pandit Ji? Is that okay, it feels so strange. If it’s for God, I’ll do it, I want my sins gone.

Pandit: Yes, Rekha, it’s necessary, trust me, it’s how we pray for big sins. Lie down, keep your eyes closed, I’ll chant and touch you. It’ll be over soon.

Mom lay on the bed, her bra tight, her massive breasts spilling out, her thick, round ass pressing into the mattress, her eyes closed, her face trusting but nervous. 

Pandit knelt beside her, his hands reaching for her breasts, massaging them through the bra, his fingers squeezing, rubbing her nipples, his voice chanting fake prayers, his dick bulging, his face red with lust. 





Mom’s face showed pleasure, her lips parting, her cheeks flushed, a soft moan escaping, her body relaxing under his touch.

I watched through a crack in the wall, my dick getting hard, hating myself, cursing my body for reacting, my mind screaming at Mom’s fall, Pandit’s hands defiling her breasts. 

His fingers pressed harder, circling her nipples, squeezing her full, heavy breasts, the bra stretching, his chants loud, covering his lust, his eyes wild, saliva at his mouth’s corner.

Mom spoke, her eyes still closed, her voice soft, asking about her sins, her face glowing with a mix of shame and pleasure.

Mom: Pandit Ji, are my sins going away? I feel something, is this working? Please, tell me God is forgiving me.

Pandit: Yes, Rekha, your sins are leaving, keep your eyes closed, don't open them. God sees your openness. Keep your eyes closed, let me pray harder, it’s working. You’re almost clean, just stay still.

Mom: Okay, Pandit Ji, I trust you, I want to be pure again. Is this really taking away what I did with Manoj? I need to be good for Amit and Sanjay.

Pandit: It’s working, Rekha, every touch pulls the sin out, God’s happy. Your body’s helping, your breasts are sacred now. Stay calm, we’re almost done