Adultery My Hot Mom Fucked By This Strong Man.

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Pranav’s eyes dropped to Mom’s boobs for a moment, then back to her face.

Pranav - “A few years now, working together at the company. Anil’s a good man, but meeting you makes this night special. You really light up this party, Sonia.”

Dad - “Pranav’s the boss, Sonia. He runs things at the company, keeps us all in line. I’m glad he could come tonight.”

Mom - “That sounds like a big job, Pranav. It must be tough managing everyone. Do you enjoy being in charge?”

Pranav leaned closer, his eyes still roaming her figure that was hidden in her pink dress.

THIS IS MY MOM SONIA WHO WORE THIS DRESS THAT NIGHT AT MY DAD'S BIRTHDAY

(THAT'S HER FAVORITE COLOR, PINK)

Pranav - “It’s a challenge, but I like being in control. Keeps things exciting, especially when I meet someone like you. This party’s a nice break from work.”

I stepped closer, wanting to join in. Dad noticed me and waved me over, his face proud.

Dad - “Karan, come here! Meet Mr. Pranav, my boss at work. He’s someone you should know.”

Pranav turned to me, extending his hand. His grip was strong, his hand huge, at least four times the size of mine, showing his power. Even as he shook my hand, his eyes flicked back to Mom.

Me - “Hey, Mr. Pranav, nice to meet you. Dad talks about work a lot, but I’ve never met you. You seem like a cool guy.”

Pranav - “Good to meet you too, Karan. You’ve got a great family here. Your mom’s making this night pretty special.”

Mom - “Karan’s a good kid, always curious. He’s probably got better things to do than hang with us. Right, Karan?”

I nodded, sensing a strange vibe but not sure what it was.

Me - “Yeah, I’m gonna go find my friends now. They’re probably eating all the cake. Nice meeting you, Mr. Pranav.”

Pranav - “Have fun, kid. Stick around, though; this party’s just getting started. Your mom’s got my attention for now.”

I walked away, my mind full of questions about Pranav. His huge hands and muscular build showed how strong he was, clearly Dad’s powerful boss. The way he stared at Mom, like she was the only person in the room, made me wonder if she noticed it too

Pranav was ugly, his face rough with a crooked nose that seemed to have been broken once or twice, and a heavy brow that cast a shadow over his small, piercing eyes. 

His skin was pockmarked, scarred from years of neglect, and his uneven teeth flashed when he smiled, giving him a harsh, almost menacing look. 

I couldn’t help but wonder why ugly men like him always seemed to have so much money and power, as if wealth could smooth over their flaws in the eyes of the world.

I left Pranav and Mom with Dad and rejoined my friends, diving into a lively game of hide and seek inside the grand hall. 

The music had turned loud, a pulsing mix of Bollywood hits and party anthems that vibrated through the polished marble floors. 

The bass thumped like a heartbeat, and the high notes bounced off the crystal chandeliers, filling the air with an electric energy that made everyone move a little faster, laugh a little louder. 

The hall itself was a spectacle, with golden curtains dbangd along the walls, fairy lights twinkling like stars, and tables covered in white cloth, each adorned with vases of fresh roses that scented the air with a sweet, floral warmth.

Sameer grabbed my arm, shouting to be heard over the music.

Sameer - “Karan, let’s take this outside for hide and seek! It’s too loud in here, and the garden’s got better spots to hide. Come on, it’ll be fun!”

Karan - “No way, Sameer, I’m staying right here. This music’s got me hyped, and I love the vibe inside. You go ahead, I’ll catch you later.”

Sameer - “Fine, suit yourself, man. Don’t get lost in this crowd, alright? I’ll be out there if you change your mind.”

I stayed in the hall, weaving through the sea of guests with my other friends, Rohan and Arjun, as we played hide and seek. 

We darted between tables, ducked behind the towering dessert display stacked with colorful pastries, and hid behind the heavy velvet curtains that framed the tall windows. 

The hall was packed with people, their voices a constant hum beneath the music, their laughter rising in bursts. Men in sharp suits and women in bright sarees and dresses mingled, their jewelry glinting under the chandeliers.

But none of the women came close to my mom’s beauty. Sonia’s radiant skin glowed like polished amber, and her curvy figure, wrapped in that pinkish trouser and top, moved with a confidence that made every other woman seem ordinary. 

Their outfits were nice—silk sarees, embroidered lehengas—but they lacked the effortless sparkle Sonia carried, the way her every step drew eyes like a magnet.

I noticed the other women watching her, their eyes sharp with envy as they whispered behind their hands. Some adjusted their own dresses, trying to stand taller, but they couldn’t match Mom’s natural glow. 

Her bold choice of fitted trousers instead of traditional sarees set her apart, and her friendly smile only made her more magnetic, like a queen holding court without even trying. 

The envy was palpable, a quiet tension in the glances they shot her way, as if they wished they could steal a fraction of her charm.

While hiding during the game, I slipped away from the main floor and climbed a spiral staircase to a balcony overlooking the hall. The bird’s-eye view was breathtaking, the crowd below a colorful mosaic of movement and light. 

The chandeliers cast a golden glow, making the scene feel like something out of a movie. I leaned against the polished wooden railing, scanning for Mom and Dad, curious about where they’d gone after I left them. 

My eyes found Dad first, standing in a corner with a group of his friends, their laughter loud even from up here. He was animated, waving his hands as he told a story, his face lit up with joy. 

Dad was always friendly, his warmth drawing people in, and I figured he’d probably excused himself from Pranav to catch up with these guys, old buddies from the textile company or maybe even college.

But where was Mom? I scanned the crowd, my eyes darting over the sea of faces, past the women in their glittering sarees and the men clinking glasses of juice and wine. 

Pranav and Mom weren’t where I’d left them, near the center of the hall. I leaned further over the railing, squinting to spot them. 

Finally, I saw them, tucked away in a quieter corner where a few plush sofas were arranged for guests to sit and chat. The sofa they sat on was large, upholstered in deep burgundy velvet, with golden tassels along the edges that caught the light. 

Mom and Pranav weren’t sitting close, a respectable distance between them, but their body language told a story. 

Mom sat with her legs crossed, her pink trousers pulling tight against her thick thighs, which seemed to expand as she settled into the soft cushion. 

Her top clung to her curves, accentuating her full boobs, and her radiant skin shimmered under the dim glow of a nearby lamp. 

She looked so beautiful, like a painting come to life, and I felt a surge of pride that she was my mom.
In her hand, she held a tall glass of watermelon juice, her favorite drink, the vibrant pink liquid catching the light. 

I knew it was her favorite because she always ordered it at parties, saying it was refreshing and reminded her of summer days. Earlier, I hadn’t seen her with a drink, so I figured Pranav must have ordered it for her. 

Mom was sometimes shy around men, knowing her beauty drew their attention, and she often avoided long conversations to keep them from flirting. 

But with Pranav, she seemed different—comfortable, relaxed. Maybe it was because he was Dad’s supervisor, a powerful man who ran the textile company where Dad worked. 

His authority probably made her feel safe, like she could talk to him without worrying about crossing a line.

Mom was smiling, her laugh soft but genuine as she leaned slightly toward Pranav, her eyes bright. Pranav’s gaze never left her, his small eyes fixed on her face, her curves, her every movement. 

The watermelon juice was a sign he was getting to know her, paying attention to her likes, which made him seem like a gentleman despite his rough appearance. 

I could tell he was studying her, noting every detail, like how she tilted her head when she laughed or how her fingers traced the rim of her glass.

Pranav’s Thoughts: Wow, I never knew this bastard Anil had such a treasure of a wife. Sonia’s curves are unreal, those thighs spreading out on that sofa, pulling me in like a moth to a flame. I’m jealous of Anil, but I’ll make sure she notices me tonight.

To be continued.....

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