Adultery Whispers of Lust: My Mom's Forbidden Path

[Rajeev Gupta]

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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 still bouncing on Manoj’s cock, her massive, round ass slamming down, the sound of flesh smacking flesh filling the room, her orange saree bunched at her waist, her thick thighs flexing. Her moans were loud, “AAHH UUUHH YESSS,” her huge breasts bouncing wildly, her face lost in pleasure, sweat dripping down her neck. 

I stood frozen, peeking through the crack in the door, my dick hard, my heart pounding, when her eyes caught mine. Her face froze for a second, but she didn’t stop, her hips still grinding, her pussy swallowing his massive, veiny cock. 

She spoke, her voice shaky but loud over her moans, talking to me like it was normal, her shame gone, eroded by the pleasure, her body betraying her as she rode him.

Mom: Sanjay, ohhh, AAHH, why are you here? Go, baby, go back to your room, I’ll come see you, UUUHH YESSS.

Me: Mom, how’d you not hear me? I used the key Dad gave me. What… what are you doing?

Mom: Manoj’s giving me a massage, baby, OHHH FUCK, it’s just a massage, don’t worry. Go back, please, AAHH UUUHH, I’ll come soon.

Me: It looks like it feels good, Mom. Are you feeling good?

Mom: Yes, baby, it feels good, OHHH YESSS, but you need to go, Sanjay, please, go back, UUUHH. I’m fine, I’ll see you soon, just go! 







 
Her voice was desperate, her moans louder, her body bouncing harder, her plump ass jiggling, her pussy stretched wide around Manoj’s cock. She spoke to me like it was nothing, like riding another man’s dick was just a massage, her shame washed away by lust.

Her words casual even as her body betrayed her, her hips grinding, her breasts bouncing, no trace of the holy mother I knew. I didn’t call her out, didn’t say she was wrong—I spoke like she was doing something normal, my voice calm, accepting, as if her fucking Manoj was okay, my mind twisted by the sight, my dick throbbing.

Manoj grinned, his hands slapping her ass, his cock thrusting up into her. He spoke, his voice mocking, loud enough for me to hear, pushing her further.

Manoj: Rekha, let the boy watch. He doesn’t know what’s going on, look at him, he’s just standing there. Let him see you bounce, you love it anyway.

Mom: OHHH UUUHH, no, Manoj, don’t say that, AAHH YESSS. He can’t watch, he’s my son, I’m not like this, please, stop it!  

Her moan was loud, her body shaking, her pussy gripping his cock tighter, but her words were weak, her shame gone as she kept riding him, talking to me while fucking him, her motherly role shattered. 

I heard a faint creak from the front door downstairs, like someone entered the house. I remembered I didn’t lock it after coming in, but I dismissed it as just the house settling, my eyes glued to Mom’s bouncing ass, her moans drowning out everything else. My dick was rock-hard, my hand twitching, too caught up to care.

Mom: Sanjay, go, baby, please, AAHH UUUHH, go now, I’ll come to you, just leave!  

I nodded, stepping back, pretending to leave, my sneakers soft on the floor. But I didn’t go. I crept to the side, hiding behind the wall, peeking through the crack again, my heart racing, my dick throbbing. 

Mom’s moans grew louder, and I thought she’d stop, that my presence would snap her out of it. But I was shocked—she didn’t stop. Instead, she adjusted, lifting her hips, her thick, round ass hovering over Manoj’s cock. 

She reached down, her fingers wrapping around his massive, slick dick, guiding it back into her pussy, her hole stretched wide, wet with her juices. She positioned herself carefully, her knees spread, her plump ass lowered, aligning his cock perfectly with her pussy, sliding it in slowly at first, then slamming down, her cheeks jiggling, her moans wild, 

“OHHH FUCK YESSS.” Her body took over, riding him with purpose, her pussy molded to his size, her hips moving in a rhythm, up and down, her ass bouncing like waves, her breasts swaying, her saree slipping further, her control gone.

I heard footsteps again, this time on the stairs, slow and heavy, coming closer. My mind registered it, but I dismissed it again, thinking it was just the house, my eyes locked on Mom’s body, her pussy swallowing Manoj’s cock, my hand gripping my dick through my pants, too distracted to care. 

Manoj spoke again, his voice cruel, embarrassing her, pushing her to admit her lust.

Manoj: Rekha, you love this dick, don’t you? Look at you, bouncing like a whore, your pussy’s so wet for me. Why’re you fucking me so hard if you’re such a good mom?

Mom: OHHH UUUHH, no, Manoj, I’m a good mother, a good wife, AAHH YESSS. It’s not me, it’s my body, I don’t want this, I swear!

Manoj: Your body? Your pussy’s gripping my cock, Rekha, you’re riding me faster than last time. Admit it, you love it, say it!

Mom: I don’t love it, Manoj, OHHH FUCK, it’s my body, not me, UUUHH YESSS. I’m trying to be good, I love Amit, I’m not a slut!

Manoj: Not a slut? You’re fucking me in your house, Rekha, your son was just here, and you’re still bouncing. You love this dick, don’t lie!

Mom: No, I don’t, AAHH UUUHH, it’s not me, my body wants it, not my heart, please, stop saying that, OHHH YESSS!  

Mom rode him faster, her ass a blur, her pussy slamming down, her moans wild, her thick thighs trembling, her breasts bouncing, her face flushed with pleasure. She lied to herself, her words weak, her body in control, her pussy stretched, her shame gone. 

Manoj grinned, his hands gripping her hips, his cock thrusting up, and then he spoke, his voice low, urgent.

Manoj: Rekha, I’m gonna cum inside you, I want to fill you up, let me do it.

Mom: No, Manoj, OHHH UUUHH, I’ll get pregnant, I can’t, please don’t, AAHH YESSS. I’m not on anything, it’s not safe!

Manoj: Come on, Rekha, you love it, let me cum in you, your pussy’s begging for it. I know you want it, just let it happen.

Mom: I can’t, Manoj, OHHH FUCK, I’ll get pregnant, Amit will know, please, pull out, UUUHH YESSS, don’t do it!

Manoj: Why pull out? Your pussy’s so wet, Rekha, it wants my cum. You’re riding me like you need it, let me fill you, come on!

Mom: No, Manoj, I’m begging you, OHHH YESSS, don’t cum inside, I can’t have a baby, I’m a mother, a wife, AAHH UUUHH, please stop!

Manoj: Stop? You’re fucking me harder, Rekha, your pussy’s sucking me in. I’m gonna cum, you can’t stop me, you love it too much!

Mom: OHHH UUUHH, no, Manoj, I don’t, my body does, not me, please, pull out, I can’t get pregnant, AAHH YESSS, don’t!  

Her voice was desperate, her moans louder, her ass bouncing faster, her pussy gripping his cock, her body betraying her words. The footsteps were louder now, climbing the stairs, closer, heavier, unmistakable. 

My heart raced, but I didn’t move, my hand on my dick, my eyes locked on Mom’s jiggling ass, her pussy stretched wide, her moans filling the house. The sight was too much, Mom riding Manoj, her body lost in lust, Manoj’s cruel grin, his cock deep inside her. 

The footsteps stopped just behind me, but I didn’t turn, didn’t care, my mind consumed, my dick throbbing, the scene in front of me drowning out everything else

Mom’s moans filled the room, her thick, round ass bouncing relentlessly on Manoj’s massive cock, her orange saree crumpled around her waist, her heavy breasts swaying with each thrust. 

Her pussy stretched wide, glistening with her juices, her thighs trembling as she rode him harder, her voice a mix of desperation and ecstasy. “OHHH UUUHH, YESSS,” she cried, her body betraying her words as she tried to maintain the facade of a good mother. 

Manoj’s hands gripped her hips, his cruel grin widening as he thrust upward, his cock plunging deep into her. 

The footsteps behind me grew louder, heavy and deliberate, but I was too transfixed, my hand gripping my throbbing dick through my pants, my heart pounding as I peeked through the crack in the door.


Mom: OHHH FUCK, Manoj, what about Amit? AAHH UUUHH, my husband, what do I do? I can’t keep doing this, YESSS, it’s wrong!

Manoj: Rekha, fuck Amit. Leave him. I’ll marry you, baby. You’re mine, this pussy’s mine. OHHH, look at you riding me, you want this life with me, don’t you?

Mom’s hips slowed for a moment, her ass hovering over his cock, her fingers gripping his shoulders. Her face twisted, a mix of lust and conflict, sweat dripping down her neck as she processed his words. 

Her pussy still clenched around his shaft, her body unwilling to stop even as her mind wrestled with the idea. She bit her lip, her moans softer now, “AAHH UUUHH,” as she thought it over, her thick thighs trembling.

Manoj: Come on, Rekha, say it. You want me, not him. Leave Amit, be my wife. I’ll give you everything, baby, this dick every night. What do you say?

Mom: OHHH YESSS, Manoj, I… I don’t know, AAHH UUUHH, it’s too much, my family, Sanjay, Amit… but, OHHH FUCK, okay, yes, I’ll do it!

She nodded, her head bobbing as her hips resumed their rhythm, slamming down harder, her ass jiggling, her pussy swallowing his cock completely. Her moans grew wilder, “OHHH UUUHH YESSS,” her shame evaporating as she committed to Manoj, her body fully surrendered to him. 

I stood frozen, my jaw dropping, my dick throbbing harder despite the shock. My mom, the woman who raised me, who prayed every morning, was agreeing to leave Dad for this man, to let him claim her completely. 

And then, Manoj’s voice grew urgent, his hands tightening on her hips.

Manoj: Rekha, I’m gonna cum, baby. Let me make you pregnant, fill you up, give you my baby. You want it, don’t you?

Mom: OHHH UUUHH, Manoj, no, I can’t, AAHH YESSS, it’s not safe, Amit will know, I’ll get pregnant, please don’t!

Manoj: You’re mine now, Rekha. You said yes. Let me cum inside, make you a mom again. Your pussy’s begging for it, look at you, riding me like a slut!

Mom: I’m not a slut, OHHH FUCK, Manoj, I can’t, but… AAHH YESSS, okay, do it, cum in me, I want it!

I gasped, my heart pounding so hard I thought it would burst. My mom, my holy, devoted mom, was agreeing to let Manoj impregnate her, to carry his child while still married to Dad. 

Her words shattered me, yet my dick was rock-hard, my hand rubbing it through my pants as I watched her betray everything. Her ass bounced faster, her moans louder, her pussy gripping his cock as she surrendered completely.

Manoj’s hands clamped onto her plump ass, his fingers digging into her flesh, spreading her cheeks wide as he fucked her harder. His thrusts were relentless, his massive cock slamming up into her pussy, the wet, slapping sound of their bodies colliding filling the room. 










Mom’s moans were wild, “OHHH UUUHH YESSS,” her breasts bouncing violently, her saree slipping off her shoulder, her body glistening with sweat. Manoj grunted, his face contorted with pleasure, his cock pulsing as he neared his climax.

Manoj: Fuck, Rekha, here it comes, I’m cumming, take it all, baby!

Mom: OHHH FUCK, YESSS, Manoj, cum in me, fill me up, AAHH UUUHH!

His hips bucked upward, his cock buried deep inside her, and he groaned loudly as he came, his cum flooding her pussy. Mom’s body shook, her ass jiggling as she rode out his orgasm, her pussy milking every drop from him. 

She collapsed onto his chest, her heavy breasts pressed against him, her breath ragged. Then, to my shock, she lifted her head, kissed him deeply, her lips locked on his, and smiled—a soft, satisfied smile that I’d never seen on her face before.

Manoj: Rekha, why you smiling like that? Damn, baby, you’re glowing.

Mom: I don’t know, Manoj, OHHH, it just… feels right. I haven’t felt this alive in years, UUUHH, you make me feel things Amit never did.

Manoj: Never seen you like this, Rekha. You’re wild tonight, fucking me like that with your kid right there. What happened? Why you changing like this?

Mom: It’s you, Manoj. AAHH, you make my body do things I can’t control. I tried to be good, but… OHHH, I can't pretend, I want this, I want you. I don’t care anymore, I’m yours. I don't care about my family anymore.

Their words stung, each one a knife to my chest, yet I couldn’t look away, my dick still hard, my mind twisted by the sight of Mom’s betrayal. Her pussy was still wrapped around his cock, his cum leaking out, pooling on the bed as they kissed again, her smile brighter, her shame gone.

Suddenly, a voice behind me snapped me out of my trance, low and confused, sending a chill down my spine.

Voice: Sanjay, what the hell are you doing here? What are you watching?

I spun around, my heart stopping as I saw Dad standing there, his face a mix of confusion and suspicion. My hand was still on my dick, and I quickly shoved it back into my trousers, my face burning with shame. 

My heart pounded so hard I thought it would explode, my breath shallow as I realized the truth was seconds away from unraveling.

Dad: Sanjay, answer me! Why are you standing here like this? And why does it smell so… stinky in here?

I froze, my voice caught in my throat, my mind racing. The room reeked of sex—sweat, cum, and Mom’s arousal, a thick, musky scent that filled the air. 

My heart had never pounded this hard; I knew it was over. Dad was going to find out, and everything would collapse. I couldn’t speak, my lips trembling, my eyes darting to the floor.

Dad: Sanjay, what’s going on? Why won’t you answer me?

I stayed silent, my body shaking, my mind screaming. Dad’s eyes narrowed, and he stepped forward, brushing past me toward the door. My stomach dropped as he peered through the crack, his body stiffening as he saw Mom on top of Manoj, her pussy still impaled on his cock, his cum leaking out, their lips locked in a passionate kiss. 







Dad’s face went pale, his eyes wide with shock, his voice barely a whisper.

Dad: Rekha?!

I couldn’t take it. I bolted, my sneakers pounding the floor as I ran downstairs to the sitting room, my heart racing, my mind a blur. Behind me, I heard shouting—Dad’s voice, angry and broken, Mom’s voice, desperate and pleading, Manoj’s voice, defiant and cruel. 

I collapsed onto the couch, my hands clamped over my ears, trying to block out the chaos upstairs. The screams echoed, words I couldn’t make out, each one a reminder of the family shattering above me.

Minutes later, Dad came down the stairs, his footsteps heavy, his face a mask of devastation. His eyes were red, his cheeks wet with tears, he was crying, his shoulders slumped as if the weight of the world had crushed him. 

He didn’t look at me, just stood there, staring at the floor, his hands trembling.

Me: Dad, what happened? What’s going on?

Dad: Sanjay, it’s… it’s nothing you need to worry about right now. Just… pack your things. We’re leaving.

Me: Leaving? Why are you crying, Dad? What did Mom do? Is she okay?

Dad: Don’t ask me that, Sanjay. I can’t… I can’t talk about it. Just pack. We’re going, now.

Me: But what about Mom? Is she coming with us? What’s happening, Dad? Please, tell me!

Dad: Your mother… she’s made her choice. She’s not coming. We’ll be fine, Sanjay, just you and me. Now pack, let’s go.

His voice was calm but hollow, his words carefully chosen to shield me from the truth, but I knew. I saw it—Mom’s betrayal, her body wrapped around Manoj, her smile as she kissed him. 

I wanted to scream, to demand answers, but Dad’s broken expression stopped me. I nodded, grabbing my backpack, shoving clothes and books inside, my hands shaking. 

We left the house, the door slamming behind us, the sound final, like the end of everything I knew.




                                                                      Years Later




Three years passed, and the world had changed. Mom stayed with Manoj, and they had a daughter named Hareeta, a bright, curious girl with Mom’s eyes and Manoj’s smile. 

They lived in a small house across town, their life seemingly happy, a new family built on the ruins of ours. I heard through whispers that Mom and Manoj were married now, their love unapologetic, their bond sealed by Hareeta’s birth. 

Despite everything, I was happy for them, in a strange, twisted way. Mom seemed alive, free in a way she never was with Dad, her laughter brighter when I saw her.

Dad forbade me from seeing her, his pain still raw, his rules strict. But I couldn’t stay away. I’d sneak out, taking the bus to their house, sitting with Mom in their small garden, her sarees still vibrant, her smile warm but guarded. 

She never talked about what happened, never explained why she chose Manoj, why she broke our family. Her silence was loud, but I didn’t push. I just wanted to see her, to know she was okay.

At night, though, I saw more than I expected. Through the crack in their bedroom door, I’d catch them—Mom and Manoj, their bodies entwined, her moans echoing as he fucked her hard. 

Her pussy stretched around his cock, her ass jiggling as he took her from behind, her screams of “OHHH YESSS” filling the house. Sometimes, he’d fuck her ass, her body trembling, her face lost in pleasure, her saree discarded on the floor. 

I’d watch, my dick hard, my hand rubbing myself, unable to look away.

Hareeta, their daughter, became my friend. At 118 years old, she was curious, always asking me questions about college, about Dad, about why I came in secret. 

We’d play in the garden, her giggles a bright spot in my tangled world. But at night, when Mom and Manoj thought we were asleep, Hareeta and I would creep to their door, peeking through the crack. 

We’d watch Mom’s body bounce, her pussy or ass stretched wide, her moans wild, “AAHH UUUHH, MANOJ, YESSS.” Hareeta’s eyes were wide, her breath quick, but she didn’t look away either.

One night, as we watched, my hand brushed Hareeta’s thigh, and she didn’t pull away. My fingers found her pussy, rubbing softly through her pajamas, her breath hitching as she leaned into me. 

We kissed, her lips soft, her body warm, our secret growing in the shadows of Mom’s moans. It became our ritual—watching Mom and Manoj fuck, my hand on Hareeta’s pussy, her hand sometimes brushing my dick, our kisses quick and guilty. 

We were happy, in our own fucked-up way, bonded by the taboo, by the thrill of what we saw and what we did.

Hareeta: Sanjay, why do they do that? Mom’s so loud, it’s weird.

Me: It’s… what grown-ups do, Hareeta. They like it. Makes them happy.

Hareeta: It looks like it hurts, but she’s smiling. Do you like watching?

Me: Yeah, it’s… exciting. Do you like it when I touch you?

Hareeta: Mmm, yeah, it feels nice. Don’t tell Mom, okay?

Me: Never. It’s our secret, Hareeta.

We’d giggle, our hands exploring, our eyes locked on Mom’s body, her pussy or ass taking Manoj’s cock, her moans a soundtrack to our own forbidden game. 


I knew it was wrong, but I didn’t care. Hareeta and I were happy, our bond a strange mirror of Mom and Manoj’s, built on lust and secrets



 

                                                                 THE END!!