Adultery Whispers of Lust: My Mom's Forbidden Path

[Rajeev Gupta]

Mom’s face showed pleasure, her lips parted, her cheeks flushed, a soft moan escaping, unaware of his perversion. I watched through a crack in the wall, my heart pounding, my dick hard, cursing myself for getting aroused, angry at Pandit’s filthy hands defiling Mom, a supposed holy man acting like a pervert.

Pandit stopped massaging, his voice low, his eyes gleaming, telling Mom to turn over and bend, his hands hovering over her body, eager for more.

Pandit: Rekha, turn over and bend on the bed, on your knees. It’s part of the ritual to cleanse your sins fully. Do it now, God is watching.

Mom: Pandit Ji, why do I need to bend over? What does this have to do with praying? I’m not sure about this, it feels strange.

Pandit: Rekha, don’t ask questions, you must trust God’s way. This is sacred, it pulls the sin from your body. Turn over, bend, and keep your eyes closed.

Mom hesitated, her face uneasy, her lips tight, but she obeyed, rolling onto her stomach, then lifting herself onto her knees, her massive breasts hanging in the bra, her huge, plump ass raised high, the orange saree stretched tight over its round cheeks, the crack faintly visible. 

She bent forward, her thick thighs spread, her head resting on her arms, her body trembling, clearly uncomfortable, asking herself why this was happening, her thoughts loud in her mind.

Why is this happening to me,? This feels so weird, bending like this for a ritual. It’s not right, it’s not like any prayer I know. I came to be clean, but this makes me feel dirty, like I’m doing something bad again. Pandit Ji is holy, but why does this feel wrong? I want to stop, but I need my sins gone, for Amit, for Sanjay. Oh God, what’s going on?


I was angrier than ever, my fists clenched, my face hot, hating Pandit for making Mom bend like a whore, his eyes locked on her huge, round ass, his fake prayers a lie to touch her. 

I sensed Mom wasn’t comfortable, her trembling body, her tight face, her shaky breaths showing she didn’t want this, but she trusted Pandit, falling into his trap. I wanted to scream, to pull her out, but I stayed frozen, my dick throbbing, my mind a mess of rage and lust.

Pandit spoke, his voice oily, praising Mom, his eyes never leaving her plump ass, explaining why men were drawn to her, his words dripping with lust.

Pandit: Rekha, you did good, bending so well. Men are attracted to you because your body is a gift, your curves, your breasts, your buttocks, they’re divine, they pull men like moths to a flame.

Mom: Pandit Ji, I don’t want men to look at me like that, to bother me like Manoj did. I just want to live quietly with Amit and Sanjay. Can’t I stop them from staring?

Pandit: It’s impossible, Rekha, your beauty is too strong, your body calls to men, it’s God’s design. Men like Manoj will always want you, you can’t hide it, it’s who you are.

Mom: But Pandit Ji, I don’t want to be that woman, I want to be good, not someone men chase. Isn’t there a way to make them leave me alone?

Pandit: No, Rekha, it’s your power, accept it. Now turn your face away, don’t look back, keep your eyes closed, we’re going deeper into the ritual.

Mom turned her head, her eyes shut tight, her body still bent, her huge, plump ass high, the saree clinging to its thick, round shape. Pandit stared, his mouth open, saliva dripping down his chin, his eyes wild, his hands twitching, lust consuming him as he gazed at her ass, a ripe, sinful prize, its curves shaking slightly with her nervous breaths. 

I hated him more, my chest tight, his drooling face a disgrace, a holy man turned animal, worse than Manoj.

Pandit spoke again, his voice low, telling Mom he’d spank her buttocks, his hands already reaching, his dick bulging harder in his dhoti.

Pandit: Rekha, I must spank your buttocks now, it’s to drive the sins out of your body. It’s a sacred act, don’t be afraid, it’ll make you clean.

Mom: Spank my buttocks, Pandit Ji? Why is that needed? It sounds wrong, I’m not sure, will it really take my sins away?

Pandit: Yes, Rekha, it’s how we punish the flesh to free the soul. Accept it, it’s God’s will, it’ll remove what you did with Manoj. Stay bent, don’t move.

Mom: Okay, Pandit Ji, if it’s for my sins, I’ll do it, but it feels so strange. Please, make it quick, I want to be clean for my family.

Pandit raised his hand, his palm crashing onto Mom’s huge, round ass, the saree stretching, the thick cheeks jiggling like jelly under the blow, a loud slap echoing. 

Mom gasped, her face twisting in pain, her lips trembling, her eyes still closed, her voice a mix of shock and hurt.

Mom: Oh, Pandit Ji, that hurts, please, is it working? It feels so bad, I don’t like this, but I’ll do it for God.

Pandit slapped again, harder, her plump ass quivering, the saree outlining its massive shape, Mom whimpering, her face red, her mouth open, pain and shame mixing with a hint of something else, her body tensing. 

With one hand, Pandit squeezed her thick, round ass, his fingers digging into the soft flesh, kneading it, while his other hand pulled out his dick, big and veiny, the head swollen, precum dripping, and started masturbating, his strokes fast, his breaths heavy, his eyes fixed on her ass.

I couldn’t stop myself, my anger boiling, but my dick was hard, throbbing, and I pulled it out, stroking it, hating myself, my hand moving despite my rage, Mom’s bent body, her jiggling ass, Pandit’s filthy hands driving me crazy. 

I was angry at myself, cursing my body, my mind screaming I shouldn’t do this, but I couldn’t stop, my strokes matching Pandit’s, my heart torn between lust and hate.

Mom spoke, her eyes still closed, her voice nervous, sensing something wrong, asking what Pandit was doing, her face uneasy.

Mom: Pandit Ji, what are you doing? I hear strange sounds, is this still the ritual? Please, tell me what’s happening, I’m scared.

Pandit: Rekha, it’s just the prayer, I’m chanting, moving my hands, it’s all sacred. Keep your eyes closed, don’t worry, it’s working, your sins are leaving.

Pandit’s dick was huge, thick, and long, the veins bulging, the head purple, slick with precum, his hand rubbing fast, up and down, his fingers tight, his wrist twisting, his strokes rough, his breaths ragged, his eyes glued to Mom’s plump, round ass, the saree tight, her cheeks shaking from his spanks. 

He rubbed harder, his hand a blur, his dick pulsing, his other hand squeezing her ass, pulling the cheeks apart, the saree stretching, his lust a disgusting show, his chants fake, his voice hoarse.

I was angry at Mom now, my strokes slowing, hating her for not noticing, for keeping her eyes closed, letting Pandit touch her, his big dick out, his hands on her ass, her trust making her blind. 

She was falling deeper, a slut not just for Manoj but for this pervert, her holy heart gone, her body a toy for men, and I hated her for it, even as I jerked off, my dick betraying me.

Pandit’s rubbing got faster, his hand a frenzy, his dick swelling, his breaths short, his eyes wild, his mouth drooling, his chants louder to cover his grunts. 

His body shook, his dick spurting cum, thick white ropes shooting out, some landing on Mom’s saree-covered ass, splattering the orange fabric, dripping down her thick, round cheeks, the rest falling on the bed, a sticky mess. I also cummed because I was masturbating watching this happening.

He kept stroking, milking every drop, his hand slick, his dick pulsing, his face red, his lust spent but still hungry.


Pandit shouted Mom’s name, his voice loud, echoing, his cum still dripping, Mom’s face confused, her eyes closed, her voice shaky.

Pandit: Rekha, oh Rekha, yes, your sins are gone!

Mom: Pandit Ji, why are you shouting my name? Is something wrong? Did I do the ritual right?

Pandit: No, Rekha, it’s good, I shouted because God spoke your name, it means your sins are leaving. Stay still, don’t turn, I need to finish the prayer.

Mom: Okay, Pandit Ji, I trust you, but it feels so strange. Is it really working? I want to be clean, please tell me God heard me.

Pandit grabbed a cloth, his hands shaky, wiping his cum from Mom’s saree-covered ass, the fabric stained, his fingers brushing her thick cheeks, his face flushed, trying to hide his sin. 

Mom spoke, her voice nervous, asking what he was wiping, still not turning.

Mom: Pandit Ji, what are you wiping? I feel something on my saree, what is it? Is it part of the ritual?

Pandit: Rekha, it’s just holy water, I spilled some during the prayer. I’m cleaning it, don’t worry, it’s normal, keep your eyes closed.

Mom: Holy water? Okay, Pandit Ji, if you say so, but it feels odd. Are we almost done, I want to finish and go home.

Pandit: Yes, Rekha, we’re almost done, you did well, God is happy. Sit up now, put your blouse back on, cover yourself, the ritual is complete.

Mom sat up, her bra still tight, her massive, full breasts spilling out, her face relieved but uneasy, her hands grabbing her blouse, pulling it on, buttoning it fast, hiding her breasts, the fabric stretching over their round shape. 

Her saree was wrinkled, the cum stains faint, her thick thighs shifting, her huge, plump ass settling on the bed, her eyes opening, looking at Pandit, trusting but unsure.

Mom spoke, asking questions, her voice soft, wanting to know about her sins, Pandit’s answers oily, condoning her adultery, urging her to return.

Mom: Pandit Ji, are all my sins really gone now? What I did with Manoj, the sex, the… other things, is it washed away? I need to know I’m clean.

Pandit: Yes, Rekha, every sin is gone, God forgave you, you’re pure again. Sex with another man is normal, not a big sin, it’s easy to wash away, like I said.

Mom: Normal? Pandit Ji, I can’t keep doing that, it’s wrong, I want to be a good wife to Amit, a good mom to Sanjay. I can’t sin again, I won’t.

Pandit: Rekha, you’re a woman, it’s natural, many women do it and come to me. I want to see you every time, to pray with you, keep you clean. You’ll need it, your beauty draws sin.

Mom: Every time? Pandit Ji, why do you want me to keep coming? Is it just for prayers, or something else? I don’t understand.
Pandit: Just for prayers, Rekha, to keep your soul pure, your body tempts men, so you’ll need my help often. Come back, I’ll always pray for you, you’re special.

Mom: Okay, Pandit Ji, I’ll come for prayers, but only to stay good, not to sin more. I want to live right, for my family. Can I trust you to help me?

Pandit: Of course, Rekha, trust me, I’m your guide, God works through me. You’re clean now, but come back soon, we’ll pray again, keep you safe.

Mom: Thank you, Pandit Ji, I feel lighter, but I’m still scared. I’ll try to be good, not like those other women. Can I call Sanjay now, are we done?

Pandit: Yes, Rekha, call your son, you’re free to go. You did well, God’s proud. Come back whenever you need, my door’s open for you.
Mom: Sanjay, come here, we’re done, let’s go home. Thank you, Pandit Ji, for helping me, I hope I’m clean now. Goodbye, we’ll see you again.

Me: Okay, Mom, I’m coming, let’s get out of here. Goodbye, Pandit Ji, thanks for the prayers, I guess.
Pandit: Goodbye, Sanjay, take care of your mother, she’s blessed. Rekha, return soon, God’s waiting for you, I’ll pray harder next time.

Mom and I walked out, the wooden door creaking, the incense smell fading, my heart still burning, angry at Pandit’s perversion, his cum on Mom’s ass, his fake prayers, his big dick ruining her purity. 

I was angry at Mom for falling, for not seeing his lust, for letting him touch her, but my dick was still hard, my hand sticky, hating myself for jerking off, cheering Mom’s slutty fall while cursing her for it. 

Mom’s saree swayed, her huge, plump ass shaking, her massive breasts bouncing, her face calm, believing she was clean, unaware of the cum stains, her holy heart clinging to lies, her body a whore’s, owned by Pandit’s hands, Manoj’s cock, and every man’s stare.





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