Adultery My Hot Mom Fucked By This Strong Man.

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I felt good seeing Mom with company, talking to Pranav and seeming at ease. She wasn’t alone, and it was nice to see her laugh with someone, especially a man as important as Pranav. 

My eyes darted back to Dad, who was still with his friends, laughing loudly, his voice carrying over the music. He seemed so caught up in his conversation, completely unaware of Mom and Pranav in their quiet corner.

When I turned back to them, I caught a glimpse of Pranav leaning closer to Mom. His hand reached out, gently brushing something off her cheek—a spot of something, maybe a bit of food or dust. 

He smiled as he did it, his fingers lingering for a moment before he parted a strand of her hair, tucking it behind her ear. I didn’t mind; Mom was like a queen, and small gestures like that seemed natural for someone as radiant as her. 

Dad was so blessed to have her, a woman who could have easily been swept up by another rich man. My mom's beauty, her charm, her confidence—they were the kind that powerful men chased after, the kind that could have landed her with someone wealthier than Dad if fate had gone another way. 

Dad wasn’t rich, just a hardworking employee, but Mom chose him for his heart, not his wallet.
As I watched, Pranav leaned in again, this time whispering something in Mom’s ear. He spoke for a full minute, his face close to hers, his voice too low for me to hear from the balcony. 

His body angled toward her, one hand resting on the sofa, his broad shoulders blocking her from the rest of the room. When he pulled back, Mom’s face went blank for a second, her expression unreadable, like she was processing what he’d said. 

Then, slowly, a smile spread across her lips, but it felt fake, forced, like she was trying to keep things polite. Her eyes didn’t light up the way they usually did, and her lips pressed together tightly, betraying a hint of discomfort. 

Pranav, unfazed, reached out again, parting another strand of her hair, his fingers brushing her cheek as he smiled, his ugly face softening with a charm that seemed practiced.

I kept watching, caught up in their interaction, when suddenly Rohan’s voice broke through.

Rohan - “Karan, got you! You’re terrible at hiding, man. What are you doing up here staring at everyone?”

Me - “Oh, I just got distracted, Rohan. I was looking at the crowd, you know, checking out the party. Look over there—see Mom and Pranav? He’s totally into her.”

Rohan - “Whoa, you’re right, he’s glued to her! Your mom’s way hotter than my mom, Karan, no contest. She’s like a superstar down there.”

Me - “Yeah, man, everyone’s always into my Mom. Pranav’s the big boss at Dad’s company, and look how he’s hanging on her every word. She’s got that magic, you know?”

Rohan - “It’s just a normal conversation, though. Your mom’s cool, handling a guy like that. Pranav’s lucky to even talk to her. Your mom is way more interactive which is nice to see for such a beautiful lady, your dad is very lucky Karan”

We moved away from the balcony, heading back to the game, but my mind stayed on Mom and Pranav. I knew Pranav was talkative, no wonder he’d pulled Mom into his orbit. 

When Mom got comfortable with someone, she could talk for hours, her friendly nature taking over, her laugh filling the air. But then I noticed something…


The party was alive, the crowd denser, the laughter cutting through the air, the scent of roses and perfume thick and heady. Rohan was already scheming our next hiding spot, yanking my arm toward the dessert table, but my thoughts were stuck on Mom and Pranav. 

That moment on the sofa—Pranav’s hand grazing her cheek, his whisper, her forced smile—looped in my head like a film I couldn’t pause. Something felt wrong, like a note in the music that didn’t fit.

“Yo, move it, dude!” Rohan’s voice snapped me back. “You’re spacing out again. Let’s duck behind that giant cake display. No one’ll find us there.”

“Yeah, sure, I’m coming,” I mumbled, but I wasn’t into it. I’d been hooked on sex stories for ages—those hot, forbidden tales I’d sneak on my phone, the screen’s glow my only light in the dark. 

They lit me up, made me feel good, excited, thrilled, like my veins were buzzing with fire. Every story was a jolt, dragging me into a world of stolen looks and risky touches, where secrets burned hotter than anything. 




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The way men and women collided in those stories, the tension, the danger—it was electric. And now, watching Pranav’s eyes crawl over Mom, locked on her curves, that same thrill surged through me. 

I was ready for anything, like those stories had been prepping me for this exact moment. They weren’t just fantasies—they were a guide, and I could feel the plot unfolding right here.

I stole a glance back at the corner where Mom and Pranav sat, their heads still bent together, her watermelon juice glowing pink in her hand. The crowd swirled around them, but they were in their own world, like the party didn’t exist. 

Then I spotted Dad pushing through the guests, his face red from laughing with his buddies. He was heading straight for Mom and Pranav, his steps loose, like he was floating on good vibes. I stopped, watching as he reached them, his grin wide and warm.

Dad: “Hey, honey, Pranav! You two having fun over here?”

Mom: “Oh, Anil, you’re back! Yeah, we were just talking. Pranav was telling me about the new designs at the company.”

Pranav: “ Your wife’s a gem to chat with. Sharp, charming—she’s got it all. You’re one lucky guy.”

Dad: “You’re preaching to the choir. She’s my everything. So, Pranav, you liking the party? I saw you earlier with those board guys—looked like some heavy talk.”

Pranav: “Just work stuff, you know how it goes. But honestly, sitting here with your wife’s been the best part of my night. She’s got stories that could keep me hooked for hours.”

Mom: “Oh, Pranav, you’re too sweet. Anil, my love, where’d you disappear to? I thought you’d be glued to your friends till midnight.”

Dad: “Yeah, got caught up with the old crew my love, but I wanted to check on you two. Listen, I gotta step out for a bit. Ranjan just called—his car’s dead a few streets over, and he needs a lift. I’ll be back in, like, thirty minutes”

Mom: “Now, Anil? We’re in the middle of the party.”

Dad: “I know, honey, but Ranjan’s stuck. I can’t leave him there. You’ll be okay here, right? Pranav’s got you company.” 

Pranav: “Don’t worry, Anil. I’ll look after her. Go help your buddy.”

Dad leaned down and kissed Mom on the lips, a quick but soft kiss that made her cheeks glow pink. Pranav’s smile froze, his eyes narrowing as he watched them. 

Jealousy flashed across his face, his jaw tightening, his fingers digging into the sofa’s edge. Pranav had been staring at Mom all night, his gaze tracing her thighs, her curves, her radiant skin like he wanted to own her. 

He craved her attention, her sparkle, all for himself, and Dad’s easy love was a slap in the face. As Dad’s supervisor, Pranav’s money and power might get him respect, but they couldn’t buy the connection Mom and Dad shared, and that stung him deep. Pranav was jealous of my dad which was nice to see.

As Dad pulled away, Mom’s eyes flicked to Pranav, her face turning shy. She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, her fingers shaky. 



In Mom’s Mind: "Ooh, noo, I can’t believe Anil kissed me in front of this man. It’s so awkward—Pranav’s been so kind, so focused on me, and now he’s right there watching Anil kiss me like that. I know Anil didn’t mean to make a scene, but it feels so personal, so out of place. 

What’s Pranav thinking? He’s Anil’s supervisor, for heaven’s sake. I should say something to ease the tension, but my cheeks are burning. Why did Anil have to do that now?"



In Dad’s Mind: "Pranav’s chatting with my wife, getting to know her—what a great way to build a connection. He’s my supervisor, and if he takes to her, that’s gotta be good for me, right? My wife is gorgeous, charming—he’s probably just enjoying her talks. I’m glad they’re getting along. Maybe this’ll help my next review or even my promotion. At least I know she’s in good hands while I sort out Ranjan’s mess. "


But Dad was dead wrong. Pranav wasn’t just “getting to know” Mom. His eyes screamed something else—raw, hungry, like he was memorizing every inch of her. 

The way he leaned in, his gaze sliding from her face to her full chest, her thick thighs spreading on the sofa—it wasn’t friendly. It was desire, pure and unfiltered. 

I’d read enough cheating sex stories to spot that look, the kind that came right before something forbidden kicked off. My pulse raced, the buzz of those stories flooding my veins. I had to hear what they were saying now that Dad was leaving.

I ditched my friend Rohan, muttering, “Gotta go, man,” and slunk through the crowd, dodging guests in shimmering sarees and crisp suits. I crouched low, using tables and curtains for cover, until I reached a big potted plant near their sofa. 

They didn’t notice me, too caught up in each other. Dad was already heading for the door, phone to his ear, vanishing into the night. Mom and Pranav were alone now, the burgundy sofa their private stage in the party’s chaos.

Pranav: “You and your husband Anil are something else. That kiss—damn, you two don’t hold back, do you? It’s rare to see a love like that.”

Mom: “Oh, um, thanks, Pranav. Anil’s always been like that, you know, affectionate. I didn’t expect him to… do that here.”

Pranav: “No need to blush. It’s refreshing, a couple so open. And can I just say—your style tonight stopped me in my tracks. Those trousers, hugging your curves like that? Bold move, and it’s working.”

Mom: “Thank you, but I just wear what feels good. It’s my style, you know? I dress for myself.”


Pranav: “And I respect that. Showing off those curves takes guts, and it’s paying off. You’ve got every guy in here stealing glances, me included.”


Friends, I’m telling you, Mom was totally lying when she said she wore those tight trousers for comfort. Women wear tight clothes for attention—trust me, I’ve seen it everywhere. At college, at the mall, all the time. Those outfits are meant to make heads turn, to pull eyes like magnets. And Mom’s look tonight? It was screaming for notice, and Pranav was eating it up.



I saw Pranav’s eyes keep dropping to Mom’s chest, her top stretched tight over her full breasts, the fabric hinting at their shape. I’m pretty sure Mom noticed too—her shoulders tensed, her arms crossing a bit, but she didn’t say anything. 




Maybe she was too shy, or maybe she didn’t mind. My stomach flipped, that thrill from my stories sparking again, the line between right and wrong getting fuzzy.

Pranav: “You know, with your husband gone for a while, we’ve got some time to talk, just us. No one bugging us.”

Mom: “Oh, sure, we can keep talking.”  Her face went blank, like she didn’t know what to say. She nodded slowly.

Pranav: “You should lean into that glow, you know. A woman like you—guys like me can’t help but notice. It’s a gift. You own this room.”

Mom: “That’s… nice of you. I don’t really see it that way. I just try to be me.”

Pranav: “And that’s why I’m jealous of your husband, I think he is just a fool. He’s got you—a woman who’s stunning, confident, radiant. He takes care of you, doesn’t he? Probably spoils you silly. If I were him, I’d worship you every damn day.”

Pranav: “I mean it Sonia. A woman like you should be cherished, every curve, every smile. Your husband lucky idiot, but I can’t help wishing I was in his shoes tonight.”

Pranav’s words were heavy, like he was laying a trap. He wasn’t just flattering her—he was probing, seeing how far he could push. Mom’s smile was polite but strained, her eyes flickering with unease. 

Pranav didn’t seem to notice—or care. He glanced around, like he was scanning for something, his hand twitching on the sofa. Then he leaned closer, his voice dropping.

Pranav: “This place is too loud for a real conversation. What if we find somewhere quieter? Just you and me. We could really connect.”

Mom: “Somewhere else? I… I don’t know. I should probably stay here. My husband Anil’s coming back soon.”

Pranav: He smiled, smooth as silk. “Come on, just for a few minutes. You’ll be back before he even notices. I promise.”

Pranav stood, offering his hand like some old-college gentleman, but his eyes were sharp, insistent. Mom hesitated, her gaze darting around, but she took his hand, letting him pull her up. 

Her pink trousers clung to her thighs as she stood, her curves standing out under the dim light. Pranav’s stare lingered, and that thrill hit me again, my heart hammering like it did in those stories. 

They started moving through the crowd, Pranav leading her with a tight grip on her hand, slipping between guests who were too busy dancing or laughing to care.

I was buzzing—God, so buzzed. This was my stories coming alive, every step they took pulling me deeper into the plot. Dad was gone, not back for a while, and the party roared on, the music pounding, the chandeliers sparkling like stars. 

People spun on the dance floor, their bodies a swirl of color and light. I had to know where they were headed. I had to see this through.

In Mom’s Mind: "Where is he taking me? I can’t believe I’m letting him hold my hand like this. It’s just a walk, isn’t it? He’s Anil’s supervisor, he’s being friendly… but this feels off. Why did I say yes? I keep checking behind me, hoping no one’s watching. What if someone sees us sneaking off? What if Anil comes back early? My heart’s pounding—I need to stay calm, but I don’t know what Pranav’s plans."

Mom kept glancing over her shoulder, her eyes sweeping the crowd, like she was scared of being spotted. I think she was worried about gossip—her beauty made her a magnet for whispers, and she knew it. Every step was careful, her free hand smoothing her top, her face torn between nerves and curiosity.

I started walking behind them, but then Sameer popped up, grabbing my arm. His face was shiny with sweat, grinning like a kid.

Sameer: “Hey Karan, where you hiding? We’re kicking off another round of hide and seek, and everyone’s waiting. Let’s go!”

Me: “Can’t right now, Sameer. I, uh, ate too many of those cream puffs, and my stomach’s messed up. Gotta hit the bathroom. I’ll find you guys later.”

Sameer gave me a look but shrugged, sprinting back to the others. I felt a twinge of guilt for lying, but I couldn’t miss this. I pushed through the crowd, ignoring the glares as I bumped into people. 

“Watch it, kid!” a guy in a tux growled, his drink sloshing. “Sorry!” I called, ducking under a woman’s arm. The hall was a jungle of bodies, the air heavy with laughter and perfume. 

I wove past the dessert table, its pastries sagging now, then the giant flower displays that half-blocked my view. My heart was slamming, the fear of losing them driving me on. I couldn’t let them vanish.

Finally, I caught sight of them near the back, heading for a small door tucked behind a velvet curtain. It was a sneaky exit, one most guests wouldn’t clock, leading to the garden or somewhere else. 

That corner was dead quiet—the party’s madness hadn’t touched it. I bolted for the door, my sneakers soft on the marble, and slipped through just as it clicked shut.

Outside, the air was crisp, the music a faint pulse. The garden sprawled out, dark and still, lit by fairy lights strung along the paths. I saw Mom and Pranav ahead, his hand still locked on hers, pulling her toward a knot of trees and bushes at the lawn’s edge. 

Mom’s hips swayed as she rushed to keep up, her tight trousers hugging her ass, shaking with every step. She kept looking back, her eyes wide, like she was terrified someone was watching. 

I think she was scared of being caught, of what it’d mean if anyone saw her slipping off with Pranav. Her beauty made her cautious—she knew how fast tongues could wag.

I crouched low, creeping slowly to stay hidden, my breath short. Were they playing some game? Heading somewhere secret? My mind spun with ideas, each one wilder than the last. 

I reached the trees, their shadows swallowing me, and peered around a thick trunk. Hardly anyone was out here—just a few couples wandering far off, too lost in each other to notice. Pranav moved like he knew this spot, his steps sure as he pulled Mom deeper into the dark.

They stopped behind a big tree, its branches heavy, blocking the faint fairy lights. Mom was panting, her chest heaving, her hand still in Pranav’s.

Mom: “Pranav, why… why are we here? I’m out of breath. What’s this about?”

Pranav:  “Just wanted a moment with you, away from all that noise. You’re too special to share with that crowd.”

Before she could answer, Pranav stepped in, his hands sliding to her waist. He pulled her close and kissed her, his lips crashing against hers. Mom didn’t move, didn’t push back, her body stiff like a statue. 




I was floored, my jaw dropping. I rubbed my eyes, blinking to make sure it was real. All those adultery and cheating sex stories I’d binged—late nights, heart racing, skin tingling—slammed into me. 

This was it. This was live. The scene was so hot, so raw, it seared into my brain. Pranav’s hands gripped her waist, squeezing her magnificent fat ass, his kiss deep, demanding, like he’d been starving for her all night. 

Mom’s lips parted just a fraction, her eyes wide, caught between shock and something I couldn’t pin down.

In Mom’s Mind: "Oh my God, he’s kissing me. Pranav, my husband's supervisor, is kissing me, and I’m just standing here. I should stop this, push him away, but my body’s frozen. It’s like a dream I can’t wake from. My husband Anil is out there helping a friend, and I’m here with his supervisor, letting this happen. What’s wrong with me? His hands are so firm on my ass squeezing it, his lips so forceful—it’s wrong, but it’s waking something in me. I haven’t felt this spark in forever. No, I can’t think that. I’m married. I love Anil. But why aren’t I stopping him?"


I couldn’t look away. The rush of those stories was nothing next to this—watching Pranav kiss my mom, his hands claiming her like she was his. My heart pounded so hard I thought they’d hear it. 

The garden was dead quiet, the party a far-off hum, and I was the only one seeing this secret, this taboo moment. I needed to know what came next, what line they’d cross. Those stories had trained me for this, and I was ready for anything.

Then he broke the kiss..............what followed shocked me even more...........