Adultery Whispers of Lust: My Mom's Forbidden Path

[Rajeev Gupta]

The next day, I sat in my college classroom, the wooden desk scratched, the air stuffy with sweat and chalk dust, the teacher’s voice droning about math equations on the chalkboard. 

My mind was somewhere else, stuck on last night at Pandit Ganesh’s house, my stomach churning as I pictured his filthy hands squeezing Mom’s massive, full breasts, his big dick bulging in his dhoti, jerking off while spanking her huge, plump ass, cum splattering her orange saree. 

His drooling mouth, his fake chants, his lies about “holy water” made me sick, a so-called holy man turned pervert, worse than any street creep. 

I couldn’t focus, my pencil tapping the desk, my heart heavy, visualizing something worse like a threesome, Manoj slamming his cock into Mom’s stretched filthy asshole, Pandit Ganesh pounding her pussy, both men laughing, their faces twisted with lust, Mom moaning loud, her voice echoing in my head: 

“AAHH UUUHH YESSS, FUCK ME, HARDER, PLEASE!” Her massive breasts bounced, her thick, round ass jiggled, her face lost in pleasure, a slut owned by two men, no trace of the praying wife she used to be.

I cursed myself for thinking like this, my face hot, my hands clenched, hating my brain for thinking like this, for turning Mom into a whore in my head, her moans haunting me, my dick twitching despite my anger. 

“Sanjay, stop it, she’s your mom, not some slut, your mom is a pious woman” I whispered to myself, shaking my head, trying to erase the images, but they stuck, Manoj’s cock deep in her ass, Pandit’s dick in her pussy, Mom screaming for more. 

I decided I had to tell Mom not to visit Pandit again, his rituals were a lie, a trap to touch her, and I couldn’t let her fall deeper, even if she was already Manoj’s slut, her huge, round ass stretched, her holy heart gone.

The bell rang, time to go home, and I packed my books, my bag heavy, my hands shaky from my thoughts. I reached into my pocket, feeling the house key, cold and metal, remembering Dad gave it to me yesterday. 

Rushing out for work, saying he misplaced it in his pocket, his face stressed, telling us he’d be back tomorrow because of a late job. 

I slung my bag over my shoulder, the classroom emptying, my sneakers scuffing the floor, my mind set on talking to Mom, hoping she’d listen, praying she’d stop seeing Pandit, even if I couldn’t stop her from Manoj.

I walked home, the streets dusty, the sun hot, my shirt sticking to my back, my thoughts still on Pandit’s hands, Mom’s moans, my own sick visuals. Our house came into view, the door shut, the windows dark, a strange quiet around it. 

The door was locked from inside, odd for this time, and I noticed suspicious things—a man’s shoeprint in the dirt by the gate, not Dad’s size. My instinct screamed Mom was being fucked, my chest tight, but I wasn’t sure, my head spinning, hoping it was nothing. 

Dad wasn’t home, like he said, gone until tomorrow, and I remembered the key in my pocket, my fingers closing around it, deciding to open the door, to see what was happening, my heart pounding, my throat dry.

I turned the key slowly, the lock clicking, the door creaking open, my sneakers soft on the floor, my bag heavy on my shoulder. The house hit me with a smell, strong and gross, like Mom’s ass, the same sour, musky stink from when she pushed Manoj’s cum out after anal, the odor thick, filling the sitting room, proof of what I feared. 


My heart pounded harder, my dick rising, a hard bulge in my pants, hating myself for getting aroused, my body betraying me as my mind screamed with worry, anger, and disgust.

Moans came from Mom’s room, loud and wild, her voice echoing, “AAHH UUUHH YESSS,” the same screams from my visuals, now real, shaking the walls, the sitting room loud with her pleasure. 

The kitchen was a mess, utensils scattered, a glass cup on the floor, water spilled, like whoever was fucking Mom was thirsty, rushing to drink, too horny to care. 

The moans grew louder, Mom’s screams piercing, “OHHH FUCK, HARDER,” her voice desperate, the bed creaking, the house alive with sin. I crept closer, my sneakers silent, seeing Mom’s bedroom door slightly open, a crack showing the scene inside, left that way because they thought I was at college and Dad was gone, their boldness a slap to my face.

I peeked through, shocked, my eyes wide, my mouth dry, seeing Mom riding Manoj, both of them naked, the pervert, his body naked, his hands gripping her hips. I didn’t know how he knew Dad was away—did Mom, already a slut, tell him, inviting him to fuck her again? 







Something in me said she didn’t, that Manoj tricked her, but my head was a mess, doubting her, hating him. Mom was on top, bouncing hard, her huge, round ass slamming down, its thick cheeks jiggling like waves, her massive, full breasts bouncing, her orange saree bunched at her waist, her pussy swallowing his cock. 

Manoj’s dick was massive, thick and veiny, the head swollen, sliding deep into her pussy, then out, slick with her juices, her pussy hole stretched wide, used to his size after nights of fucking, her pussy molded to his cock, no longer tight, a slut’s hole built for him, not Dad’s smaller dick.

Mom’s face was wild, her eyes half-closed, her lips parted, moaning, “AAHH UUUHH YESSS,” her hair loose, her body sweating, her thick thighs flexing, her plump ass quivering with each bounce, her pussy gripping him, her slutty side in full control. 

Manoj grinned, his hands slapping her ass, his cock thrusting up, his face smug, knowing he owned her, her body his to fuck, her moans his prize. 


I stood frozen, my dick rock-hard, my heart racing, angry at Manoj, at Mom, at myself, my hand twitching, wanting to jerk off but fighting it, my mind cursing her for falling, for riding him like a whore, her holy life dead.

Manoj spoke, his voice mocking, admitting he lied about Dad, his hands squeezing Mom’s thick, round ass, his cock deep inside her.







Manoj: Rekha, I lied about Amit not coming back, I knew he was gone for work. I wanted you alone, to fuck you like this. Why’d you let me in if you didn’t want it?

Mom: Manoj, I didn’t want to have sex with you, I told you to leave, I didn’t plan this. Ohhh, AAHH UUUHH, please, I didn’t want it to happen again.

Manoj: Didn’t want it? Then why are you jumping on my dick, Rekha, bouncing like a slut? You’re fucking me on your own, look at you, moaning like a whore.

Mom: I… I don’t know, Manoj, my body’s doing this, I can’t stop, AAHH UUUHH YESSS. It’s not me, I’m trying to be good, I swear, I didn’t want this.

Manoj: Trying to be good? Your pussy’s sucking my cock, Rekha, you love it. Why’s your ass bouncing so hard if you’re such a good wife? Admit it, you’re my slut now.

Mom: No, Manoj, I’m not your slut, I’m Amit’s wife, Sanjay’s mom, OHHH FUCK, UUUHH. I didn’t mean to do this, you pushed me, I’m not like this.

Manoj: Pushed you? You’re riding me like a horse, Rekha, your pussy’s so wet, it’s begging for my dick. Why don’t you stop if you hate it so much?

Mom: I can’t stop, Manoj, it feels too good, AAHH UUUHH, but I don’t want it, I’m ashamed. Please, don’t make me say these things, it’s wrong.

Manoj: Ashamed? Your moans say you love it, Rekha, screaming louder than last time. Why’s your pussy so loose, huh? It’s used to my cock, isn’t it?

Mom: Stop it, Manoj, don’t talk like that, OHHH YESSS, UUUHH. My body’s weak, but I’m not a slut, I’m trying to fight this, I love Amit, I do.




Manoj: Love Amit? Then why’s my dick balls-deep in you, Rekha? You’re fucking me while he’s away, you planned this, didn’t you, you dirty whore?

Mom: No, I didn’t plan it, Manoj, you came here, AAHH UUUHH FUCK. I didn’t tell you Amit was gone, I don’t know how you knew, I’m not that woman.

Manoj: I knew because I watch you, Rekha, I know your house, your life. Why’s your ass so big and your pussy so tight, bouncing like that? You’re made for fucking, admit it.

Mom: Please, Manoj, stop asking me this, OHHH UUUHH YESSS. I’m not made for this, I’m a mother, a wife, I don’t want to be your slut, I can’t.

My heart sank, my dick throbbing, my hand frozen, hearing Manoj corner Mom, his questions cutting her, her moans betraying her, her words weak against his cock. 

I was angry, hating Manoj for tricking her, hating Mom for riding him, her huge, plump ass a slut’s prize, her pussy stretched, her moans filling the house. 

I cursed myself again, my dick hard, my mind sick, wanting to stop them but glued to the scene, Mom’s bouncing body, Manoj’s massive dick, my family broken, my holy Mom a whore, and me, a pervert like them, watching, hating, loving it all



Mom rode Manoj hard, her thick, round ass bouncing like waves, slamming down on his massive, veiny cock, the head swollen, sliding deep into her stretched pussy, then out, slick with her juices. 

Her moans loud, “AAHH UUUHH YESSS,” filling the house, the bed creaking, the sitting room echoing with her screams. Manoj lay beneath her, his hands gripping her hips, slapping her plump ass, his grin smug, his cock owning her, her pussy molded to his size, no longer tight, a slut’s hole built for him.

I stood at the slightly open door, my sneakers silent, my heart pounding, my dick rock-hard in my pants, watching Mom’s thick, round ass quiver, her pussy swallowing Manoj’s cock, her moans wild, 

“OHHH FUCK, HARDER.” I couldn’t see her face, her head tilted back, her hair loose, but I knew she enjoyed it, her body telling me everything—her hips grinding, her ass slamming down, her moans desperate, “AAHH UUUHH YESSS,” her massive breasts bouncing

Her thighs trembling, all signs she was lost in pleasure, a slut craving Manoj’s dick, not fighting him, her holy days gone. My chest tightened, my face hot, knowing she loved it, her body a whore’s, betraying Dad, her screams proof of her fall.






Manoj’s face was red, sweat dripping down his cheeks, his eyes locked on Mom, hungry, lustful, his gaze crawling over her massive, full breasts, her thick, round ass, his grin wide, like he’d won her, his cock thrusting up, meeting her bounces. 

Both were sweating, Mom’s skin shiny, her saree damp, Manoj’s chest glistening, his hands rough on her plump ass, his breaths heavy, his pleasure clear, a pervert fucking my Mom, his massive dick stretching her pussy, her moans his reward.

Manoj spoke, his voice mocking, asking about his dick, his hands squeezing her thick ass, his cock deep inside her, pushing her to admit her desire.

Manoj: Rekha, did you miss my dick these last three days? Bet you were craving it, weren’t you, bouncing like this now?

Mom: No, Manoj, I didn’t miss it, AAHH UUUHH, yes, I mean no, I didn’t want this, I swear, OHHH YESSS. I’m not like that, stop saying it.

Manoj: Yes? So you did miss my dick, Rekha, you just said it, moaning like a slut. If you don’t like it, get off my dick right now, go on.

Mom: I… I can’t, Manoj, OHHH FUCK, UUUHH, I didn’t mean yes, I’m confused, my body’s doing this, not me. Please, don’t embarrass me.

Manoj: Confused? You’re still riding me, Rekha, your pussy’s so wet, sucking my cock. You love it, don’t you? Why don’t you stop, huh, slut?

Mom: I’m trying, Manoj, AAHH UUUHH YESSS, I don’t love it, I’m not a slut, I’m just… I can’t stop, it feels too good, but I don’t want it.

Mom didn’t get off, her thick, round ass kept bouncing, her pussy gripping his massive dick, her moans louder, “OHHH YESSS,” her massive breasts jiggling, her body betraying her words, riding him harder, her slutty side winning. 

Manoj laughed, his grin wider, embarrassing her more, his hands slapping her plump ass, his cock thrusting deep, knowing she couldn’t resist, her pussy stretched for him, her moans a confession.

Manoj: Look at you, Rekha, still fucking me, your ass bouncing like a whore’s. You can’t stop, can you? Your pussy’s mine, admit it, you’re my slut.

Mom: No, Manoj, I’m not yours, AAHH UUUHH, I’m trying to be good, I don’t want this, OHHH FUCK. Please, stop making me feel bad, I can’t help it.

I stood there, my hand on my dick, pulling it out, stroking it, my heart racing, my face burning, angry at myself for masturbating, for getting hard watching Mom ride Manoj, her thick, round ass quivering, her moans filling my ears, “AAHH UUUHH YESSS.” 


I hated myself, my hand moving fast, my dick throbbing, cursing my body for wanting this, for cheering Mom’s slutty fall, my mind screaming to stop, but my strokes kept going, my anger mixing with lust, a sick cycle I couldn’t break. 

I didn’t think about being like Mom or losing manners, just hated my weakness, my hard dick a traitor, my heart torn, watching her pussy stretch, her massive breasts bounce, Manoj’s cock owning her.

Manoj spoke again, his voice cruel, demanding Mom disrespect Dad, pushing her to say she hated Amit and loved him, his hands gripping her thick ass, his cock slamming into her pussy.

Manoj: Rekha, say you hate Amit, your boring husband, say you love me, my dick. Come on, slut, disrespect him, show me you’re mine.

Mom: No, Manoj, I can’t say that, I love Amit, he’s my husband, AAHH UUUHH. I won’t do it, please, don’t make me, OHHH YESSS.

Manoj: Say it, Rekha, or I’ll stop fucking you, say you hate Amit, love my cock. Do it, you’re already fucking me, be my whore, say it.

Mom: Okay, Manoj, I… I hate Amit, I love you, AAHH UUUHH FUCK. I didn’t mean it, I’m sorry, but you made me, OHHH YESSS.

Manoj: Good, Rekha, now worse, say Amit’s a loser, his dick’s small, you only want my cock. Say it, slut, make it hurt him, do it.

Mom: Amit’s a loser, his dick’s small, I only want your cock, Manoj, AAHH UUUHH. He’s nothing, you’re better, I’m yours, OHHH FUCK YESSS.

Mom’s words cut me, shattering my heart, her voice repeating Manoj’s orders, calling Dad a loser, mocking his dick, saying she was Manoj’s, her moans mixing with her betrayal, “AAHH UUUHH YESSS,” her thick, round ass still bouncing, her pussy wet.

Her massive breasts shaking. I was angry, my chest tight, my face hot, her words a knife, turning Dad into nothing, her love for him gone, her slutty mouth spitting hate, all for Manoj’s cock. 

I stopped masturbating, my hand frozen, my dick still hard but my heart done, deciding to interrupt them, to stop this, pretending to be innocent, acting like I just got home, not a spy watching their fuck.

I shouted, my voice loud, breaking the moans, my sneakers scuffing the floor, my heart pounding, my anger spilling out.

Me: Mom! What’s going on? I’m home!






Mom: Sanjay! Oh God, no, AAHH, Manoj, stop, he’s here, my son, please, OHHH UUUHH. How did you get in, Sanjay, oh no!

Manoj: Shit, kid’s home, Rekha, calm down, he didn’t see much. Hey, Sanjay, just talking to your mom, relax, it’s fine, go to your room.

Mom: Sanjay, go, please, I’ll explain later, OHHH FUCK, I mean, just go, I’m okay, don’t worry, AAHH UUUHH. Manoj, stop, he’s here!

Manoj: Relax, Rekha, he’s a kid, doesn’t get it. Keep going, you’re still wet, finish what we started, he’ll leave, won’t you, Sanjay?

Me: Mom, what’s happening? Why’s Manoj here? I’m not leaving, tell me now!

Mom was shocked, her voice panicked, her moans slipping out, “AAHH UUUHH,” her thick, round ass slowing, still on Manoj’s cock, her massive breasts heaving, her face hidden but her body tense. 

Manoj wasn’t that shocked, his grin calm, his eyes sharp, like he knew I’d come, his massive dick still hard, his hands on her plump ass, ready to keep fucking, his smugness a punch to my gut. 

I stood there, pretending innocence, my heart broken, my dick betraying me, angry at Mom’s words, Manoj’s lies, and my own sick lust, the room still stinking of her ass, her moans fading, but her slutty fall burning in my eyes