Adultery My Hot Mom Fucked By This Strong Man.

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CHARACTERS IN THIS EPISODE

Sonia- My Mom

Anil - My Dad

Pranav - My dad's enemy

Ranjan - My dad's other workmate.



Their lips moved with a slow, intense rhythm—Pranav’s forceful, claiming her, while Mom’s stayed soft, barely responding, caught in his pressure. Her lips parted slightly, trembling under his insistence, but her stillness screamed shock. 

The kiss dragged on, heavy and unrelenting, lasting a full two minutes—an eternity in the silent garden. It was so long, the air seemed to hum, the fairy lights casting a faint glow on their faces, turning the moment surreal. 







I couldn’t tear my eyes away, my pulse racing, the scene etching itself into my brain like a film I’d replay forever.




Finally, Mom broke the kiss, her chest heaving as she panted, stumbling back from Pranav. Her pink trousers shimmered in the dim light, her hands shaking as she pressed them to her thighs. Her face was flushed, her eyes wide, like she’d woken from a nightmare she couldn’t grasp.

Mom: “Pranav, we can’t do this. This is so wrong—completely unforgivable. I’m married to Anil, and he’s your employee. How could I let this happen? I need to go back inside, back to my husband, before this goes any further. I’m not this kind of woman, and I can’t believe I let it get this far.”



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Pranav: “Sonia, take a breath. It was just a kiss, a moment we both felt. Don’t run back to Anil like you owe him something. That man’s a fool who doesn’t even see you for what you are—a goddess, a woman who deserves to be worshipped. Why waste your time on a nobody like him?”

Mom turned away, her back to him, her shoulders rigid as she stared into the dark garden. She’d crossed a line—her first real sin, a betrayal that couldn’t be undone. Her mind was a storm of guilt and confusion.

Pranav: “You’re trembling, Sonia. Don’t torture yourself over this. Anil’s a pathetic nobody, you know that? He doesn’t deserve you. You deserve me, You’re out here with me because you feel something he can’t give you. That kiss wasn’t a mistake—it was real, and you know it.”

Mom: “Don’t talk about my husband Anil like that, Pranav. He’s a good man, a loving husband who’s always been there for me. You’re his supervisor—you’re supposed to respect him, not tear him down. I let you kiss me, and I’m disgusted with myself. I betrayed Anil, and I can’t live with that. I need to go back to him, to fix this before it destroys everything I’ve built with him. Please, just let me go.”


In Mom’s Mind: I’m a traitor. I let Pranav kiss me, and I didn’t stop him soon enough. My lips are still warm from his touch, and my heart’s pounding with guilt. Anil’s out there, helping a friend, trusting me, and I’m here, breaking his heart. I’m not a cheater, sneaking around in the dark. I need to find Anil, to make this right before it’s too late.


In Pranav’s Mind:  "I kissed Sonia, the woman who’s been driving me wild all night. Her radiance, her curves, that fire in her eyes—she’s everything Anil doesn’t deserve. He’s a clueless idiot, out there playing the good guy while I’m here, tasting what he’ll never appreciate. She didn’t pull away at first; she felt it too. I’m not stopping now. She’s mine, whether she admits it or not."

Mom: Still turned away, her voice trembling. “I’m so sorry, Pranav. This was a terrible mistake, one I’ll regret forever. I shouldn’t have followed you out here. I’m not the kind of person who does this. Anil loves me, and I love him. I need to go back to the party, to my life with him, before anyone notices I’m gone. This can’t happen again.”

Pranav: Stepping closer, his tone sharp, mocking. “Sorry? For what, Sonia? For feeling alive for once? Anil’s not worth your guilt. He’s a spineless grunt who thinks he’s hit the jackpot with you. I see him at work, acting like he’s somebody, but he’s nothing. He doesn’t worship you the way you deserve. You’re a queen, and he’s a pathetic peasant who got lucky. That kiss was more honest than anything you’ve got with him. Don’t lie to yourself—you wanted it as much as I did, and you’re still here because you want more.”

Mom: “Stop it, Pranav. You don’t know Anil. He’s kind, hardworking, and he’s never let me down. You’re twisting everything to justify this, but it’s wrong. I betrayed him, and I’m sick over it. I can’t believe I let you pull me into this mess. I’m going back to Anil, and we’re never speaking of this again. I mean it.”

Pranav: “You’re not running away that easy, Sonia. You felt that kiss, same as me. You didn’t push me away right away—you lingered, because you wanted it. Anil’s out there, oblivious, while I’m here, seeing you for who you are. He’s a joke, Sonia. A weak, ignorant fool who doesn’t even know his wife’s out here with a real man who can give her what she needs. Forget him—he’s nothing compared to what we could have.”











Mom stayed turned away, her silhouette stark against the fairy lights. Pranav moved behind her, his hands resting on her shoulders, firm but careful. She didn’t shrug him off, but her body was tense, like she was fighting a battle inside. The air crackled, heavy with unspoken truths.

Pranav: “You’re shaking, Sonia. Tell me what’s really going on. You’re out here with me, not with Anil. That means something. You can’t pretend you don’t feel this connection between us.”

Mom: “I feel sick, Pranav. I’m confused, ashamed, and I don’t know why I’m still here, listening to you tear down my husband. Anil’s my life, and I’ve already hurt him enough tonight. You’re his supervisor—you’re supposed to be his ally, not his enemy. I need to go back to the party, to my family, before I lose everything. Please, don’t make this harder than it already is.”

Pranav: “Your family? You mean that dull life with Anil, where he drags you to these parties and leaves you to fend for yourself? He’s weak, Sonia. He doesn’t even notice how every man in that hall wants you. I do. I see you, and I’m not afraid to say it. You deserve to be adored, not ignored by a loser who thinks he’s enough for you. You’re too good for him, and you know it.”

Mom’s shoulders slumped, her resolve wavering under his words. Pranav’s hands tightened, and he spun her quickly to face him. Their eyes locked, inches apart, and it felt like a scene from a movie—dramatic, intense, the kind where time slows down. 

Mom stared at him, her gaze searching his rough face. Despite his ugliness—the crooked nose, the pockmarked skin—she saw something: a raw confidence, a hunger that stirred her, even if it terrified her.

Pranav: “You’re not just Anil’s wife, Sonia. You’re a woman who deserves to be worshipped. Anil’s too busy playing the good guy to do it, but I’m here, ready to give you what he can’t. Let me show you how you should be treated, how a real man handles a woman like you.”

He leaned in and kissed her again, his lips softer, more deliberate, coaxing her. Mom didn’t resist, her hands still at her sides, her body leaning slightly into him. The kiss was brief but charged, sealing their secret. I watched, my breath shallow, and a twisted joy surged through me. 





My body reacted, a tightness in my pants, my heart racing with a sick happiness. I was glad Mom was cheating on Dad—those sex stories had warped me, made me think betrayal was thrilling, that Mom was right to seize this moment, to be more than a wife. It was wrong, but I believed it.

As Pranav pulled back, his eyes burning into Mom’s, he whispered something too low for me to hear. Then, with a gentle but firm push, he guided her downward. Mom knelt, her knees sinking into the soft grass, her face dazed, like she was caught in a trance.

Pranav: “Sonia, let’s keep this our secret. Undo my belt, now. We don’t have much time before Anil comes sniffing around like the clueless fool he is.”

Mom: Her voice faint, uncertain. “Pranav, what are you asking me to do? I don’t understand… I can’t do this. Please, let’s go back inside, back to the party. This has gone too far.”

In Mom’s Mind: "I’m betraying Anil, letting Pranav pull me deeper into this sin. My heart’s screaming to run, to find Anil, but I’m kneeling here, trapped in my own weakness. I’m pretending I don’t know what’s happening, but I do. I’m terrified, guilty, and I hate myself for not stopping this."

Pranav: “Don’t act innocent, Sonia. Anil’s not here, and he won’t be for a bit. Hurry up, or he might come back and see what his perfect wife’s really up to. You don’t want him knowing you’re out here with me, do you?”

Mom’s eyes darted toward the path where Dad had left, her gaze sweeping the darkness. For a moment, her eyes seemed to catch on my hiding spot behind the bush. 

I froze, my heart stopping, and ducked lower, praying she didn’t see me. I pressed myself into the leaves, holding my breath, my body trembling. If she’d spotted me, it would’ve been over—her shame would’ve crushed her, and I’d be caught, unable to explain why I was spying. 

But she didn’t call out, didn’t move closer. I think she sensed someone watching, a prickle of suspicion, but she looked away, and I exhaled silently.

My heart was still pounding when I heard a soft, wet slurping sound. At first, I thought it was the leaves rustling, a breeze in the garden, but the sound grew louder, rhythmic. I didn’t dare look yet, my mind racing. 

In My Mind: This can’t be what I’m hearing, can it? A blowjob? No way—Mom wouldn’t, not here. But that sound, it’s straight out of those stories, where things go too far. My heart’s going wild, and I want to look, but I’m scared it’s real. Is this actually happening?


I turned my head slightly, peeking through the leaves, and my jaw dropped. Mom was kneeling, her mouth open, moving steadily as she took Pranav in. His head was tilted back, a smug grin on his face, like he’d won a prize. 

His penis was massive—maybe ten and a half inches, thick with veins, the kind you’d see on a bodybuilder in those wild stories. The scene was unreal, erotic, like a fantasy ripped from my darkest dreams. Mom’s hands gripped his thighs, steadying herself as Pranav’s hand tangled in her hair, guiding her back and forth.

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Pranav: “God, Sonia, you’re incredible. Keep going, just like that. You’re better than I ever dreamed. Anil’s got no clue what he’s missing, the pathetic idiot. He’s probably inside, bragging about his perfect life, while you’re here, giving me everything he’ll never have.”

Mom: Muffled, a soft hum. “Mmmmmmm…”


In Mom’s Mind: His cock is magnificent—so huge, so powerful, it’s like a work of art. Its size is breathtaking, thick and veined, a perfect specimen that commands my attention. It's filling my mouth. It’s a masterpiece, unlike anything I’ve ever encountered. But I’m betraying Anil, and that guilt cuts deep. I’m a terrible wife for being so captivated by Pranav’s dick, for letting it consume my thoughts.


She sucked with a smooth, practiced rhythm, her lips tight, her head moving like she knew what she was doing. It hit me—maybe she’d done this with Dad before, honed this skill in ways I never imagined. 

The thought twisted my mind, but I was happy for her, thrilled she was embracing something so raw, so bold. Those stories had messed me up, made me see her as a woman taking control, even if it was a betrayal.

The slurping sounds grew louder, faster. Pranav’s hand tightened, urging her to speed up. Mom obeyed, her movements quickening, her hands clutching his thighs.

 
In Mom’s Mind: His penis is phenomenal—so massive, so commanding, it's so tasty. But I’m a horrible wife, betraying Anil in the worst way. I’m ashamed of how much I’m drawn to Pranav’s cock, but it’s overwhelming.




Headlights flashed across the garden, and I froze. Ranjan’s car pulled up, its engine rumbling. My stomach sank—Dad was back, way too early. Fifteen minutes, not thirty. I glanced at Mom and Pranav, then at the car, where Dad and Ranjan stepped out, laughing like old friends.

Pranav: His voice low, venomous. “Sonia, look—Anil’s back already. The moron couldn’t even stay gone long enough to give us space. Keep going, don’t you dare stop.”



Mom: Her eyebrows shot up, her eyes flicking toward the path, but her rhythm didn’t falter, a muffled hum escaping. “Mmm…”


Pranav: “Look at him, Sonia. Anil, the spineless fool, laughing with his buddy like he’s king of the world. He’s got no idea his wife’s out here, giving me a good blowjob. I hate him, Sonia. I hate your husband because he has you. He’s a weak, ignorant nobody who thinks he’s got you locked down. You’re too good for him, and he’s too stupid to see it. Keep sucking, show him he’s nothing compared to me.”

Mom’s eyes stayed on Dad from behind the bushes, her gaze distant as she continued. Dad was clueless, his laughter echoing as he and Ranjan headed for the hall. 



Friends, my dad was such a fool for trusting Pranav. He thought they were pals, that Pranav was just being friendly with Mom. But I learned something—to get to your friend’s wife, you gotta make your friend trust you first. Pranav played Dad like a master. 

My dad thinks Pranav is a good friend and a supervisor. But in reality, he wants my mom. The best thing in this world is to be given a blowjob by another man's wife, just like how Pranav is being given blowjob by my mom. What a fool my dad is for trusting people. Aaah this is so hot!



In Mom’s Mind: Pranav's dick is breathtaking—so massive, so commanding, it’s like a sculpture of raw power. Its size is hypnotic, thick and veined, a perfect specimen that fills my senses. I’m a terrible wife for being so enthralled by Pranav’s cock, for letting it consume my thoughts.


Dad vanished into the hall, but Mom didn’t stop. Pranav’s hand guided her, his voice dripping with contempt. 

Pranav: “Anil’s gone inside, Sonia, but we’re not done. He’s probably looking for you, calling your name like a lost dog. Pathetic. You’re here with me, where you belong. Keep going, don’t let that loser ruin this.”







Minutes later, Dad reappeared, his voice cutting through the garden. “Sonia? Honey, where are you?” He sounded confused, maybe worried. Pranav laughed softly, his words venomous. 



In Pranav’s Mind: Anil, you sad little man. I hate you so much. Your wife’s mine now, giving me what you’ll never get again. You’re out there shouting her name, and I’m here, winning. I’ve wanted Sonia since I saw her, and now she’s all mine. This is just the beginning.


Pranav: “Hear that, Sonia? Anil’s desperate, running around like you’re his property. But you’re not, are you? You’re here, with me, doing what he’ll never know. He’s a joke, a nobody who doesn’t deserve you. Keep going, make him pay for his stupidity.”

Mom’s eyes closed, her face tight as Pranav moved faster, his grip relentless. He groaned, his body shuddering as he finished. He pulled back, breathing hard, and Mom leaned back, coughing, her face contorted with disgust. Pranav grabbed her chin, forcing her to meet his eyes.


Pranav: “Swallow it, Sonia. Don’t spit. Prove you’re in this with me.”

Mom hesitated, her lips trembling, then swallowed, her expression pained, like she was fighting every instinct. 



In Mom’s Mind: What kind of a wife am I for swallowing his cum, another man's cum, I never swallowed even my husband Anil's cum. I am betraying Anil in the worst way. The taste of Pranav's cum lingers in my throat and tongue, and I’m ashamed of how much I was drawn to his dick.


I watched, my heart pounding, the thrill fading into something heavier. Those stories had made this seem exciting, but now it felt dark, like I’d seen too much. Mom stood, smoothing her trousers, her face pale as Dad’s voice echoed again, closer. “Sonia