Adultery My Hot Mom Fucked By This Strong Man.
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The hall pulsed with music, the bass vibrating through the floor, making my chest shake. Colored lights flashed over the dancers, their sweaty bodies swaying, drinks spilling as laughter bounced off the walls. 
 
Dad had just pulled back from kissing Mom, his face glowing with a clueless smile, completely blind to what she’d done with Pranav in the bushes.  
 
My stomach twisted with a sick thrill, the image burned into my mind: Mom on her knees, Pranav’s dick in her mouth, her eyes flicking toward Dad in the distance. It was so wrong, but it felt like I’d stumbled into a secret that made my heart race. 
 
 
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Friends, Dad was such a fool, thinking Mom’s mouth tasted sweet from a mint when it was Pranav’s cum he was tasting. He stood there, praising Pranav, clueless that his “friend” was his worst enemy, plotting to steal Mom. The sweet taste was Pranav’s victory, a sick joke Dad didn’t get. He was so blind, trusting Pranav like a brother, making himself an easy target for betrayal. 
 
 
 
When we got home, the house was quiet, the only sound the faint hum of the fridge. I kicked off my shoes and slumped on the couch, too restless to sleep. Mom went straight to her room, her steps slow, her shoulders slumped.  
 
She sat on the couch in the living room for a while, staring at the wall, her hands twisting in her lap, her eyes lost in thought. Her face was tense, like she was carrying a heavy secret, her mind racing with what she’d done. 
 
In Mom’s MindI can’t believe I did that to Anil. Hours ago, I was with Pranav, his dick in my mouth, so big, so thick, the taste so strong. Now I’m home, acting like nothing happened. Pranav’s so different from Anil—intense, powerful, alive. My body’s still tingling from him, my heart racing. I’m lying to Anil, smiling like everything’s fine, but I’m burning inside. Why can’t I stop thinking about Pranav? His eyes, his voice, his dick—it’s all in my head. I’m betraying Anil, and it’s wrong, but it feels so good.  
 
 
Dad walked into the living room, his shirt unbuttoned from the party, his face still happy but now a little worried. He sat next to Mom, his hand resting on her knee, his eyes searching her face. 
 
Dad - "Sonia, you okay? You’re so quiet tonight. You’ve been staring at the wall for ages. What’s on your mind? Did something happen at the party?" 
 
Mom - "Anil, I’m fine, really. I’m just tired. The party was so loud, so many people, you know? My head’s just spinning from all the noise and dancing. Also the tight clothing I wore was so tiring" 
 
Dad - "Yeah, it was wild, wasn’t it? Best birthday ever. But you seem off, like something’s bothering you. You sure you’re okay? You didn’t eat much at the party either."’ 
 
 
Mom - "I’m sure, honey. It’s just exhaustion. I danced a lot, and the music was so loud it gave me a headache. I’m okay now, just need some rest." 
 
Dad - "You were amazing out there, Sonia. Everyone kept saying how beautiful you looked. I’m so lucky to have you 
 
 
He squeezed her hand and stood up, heading to their bedroom. They bid me goodnight, and I replied back. I waited a few minutes, my heart racing, before sneaking down the hall.  
 
Their door was slightly open, and I crouched low, peeking inside. The room was dim, lit by a small lamp on the nightstand, casting soft shadows on the walls.  
 
Mom was on top of Dad, riding him slowly, his small dick inside her pussy. Her breasts bounced up and down as she moved, her body facing me through the crack in the door.  
 
 
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Her face was tight, her moans soft and fake, like she was pretending to be aroused. Her eyes were distant, staring at the wall, her mind clearly somewhere else—probably with Pranav. 
 
 
 
In Mom’s Mind: I’m riding Anil, but it’s Pranav I’m thinking about. His dick was so big, so thick, filling my mouth in a way Anil never could. Hours ago, I was sucking him, tasting him, and now I’m here with Anil’s small dick inside me. It’s not enough. I’m so angry at myself for betraying Anil, for wanting Pranav so badly. This anger’s burning me up. I’m a liar, a cheat, but I can’t stop picturing Pranav’s dick, how it felt, how it tasted 
 
 
Her anger took over, her hips moving faster, harder, grinding down on Dad with a force that made the bed creak. Her breasts bounced wildly, her fat ass shaking as she rode him, the motion almost violent.  
 
 
 
 
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Her face was tight, her jaw clenched, like she was punishing herself through the act, her betrayal fueling her intensity.  
 
Dad’s eyes widened, his hands gripping her hips, surprised by her sudden passion. 
 
Dad - "Sonia, wow, you’re going crazy tonight! This is incredible. What’s gotten into you? You’re so wild!" 
 
Mom - "Oh, Anil, you feel so good," moaning "I just want you so bad tonight. Keep going, honey." 
 
Dad - "I’ve never seen you like this! You’re amazing, Sonia. Is it the party? You’re making this the best night ever." 
 
Mom - "Yeah, baby, it’s just… I’m feeling so much tonight, so horny" moaning "You’re making me feel good, Anil. Don’t stop fucking me." 
 
 
Dad - "God, Sonia, you’re so hot right now. I love this side of you. Keep moving like that!" 
 
Mom - "I’m trying, honey," moaning louder "You’re so good to me. I’m just… really into it tonight." 
 
 
 
In Mom’s Mind: Oh gosh, why am I pretending, I am feeling horny not because of my husband Anil but because of Pranav. 
 
 
 
Dad grinned, completely fooled, his face flushed with excitement as Mom’s hips slammed down harder.  
 
Their sex had started slow, deliberate, but Mom’s anger-driven intensity changed everything.  
 
Her breasts jiggled with each thrust, her ass shaking wildly, the bed creaking louder. Their sex life had always been good—Mom loved Dad, even with his small dick.  
 
But tonight, her body felt like it belonged to Pranav. Her pussy, her breasts, her ass—they were for Pranav, even if she hadn’t slept with him yet. 
 
She was riding Dad, but her mind was with another man. 
 
 
 
In Mom’s Mind: Pranav is all I can see. His dick, so thick, so strong—it’s like it’s calling me. I’m moaning for Anil, but I’m picturing Pranav’s dick in my mouth, its taste, its size. Why can’t I stop? How did I get here? I’m lying to Anil, pretending I’m his, but I want Pranav. His dick was so much better, so alive. I’m done feeling guilty. 
 
 
 
 
Friends, Mom deserves Pranav. Her pussy deserves him, not Dad. He’s a pathetic fool, so blind to what’s happening. Pranav’s better—stronger, smarter. Dad’s small dick can’t compare. Mom’s body is too good for him. She needs a real man, and I love watching her slip away from Dad. It’s hot, seeing her betray him like this. Every married woman dreams of this—screwing over their weak husband for someone better. It’s the best. 
 
 
 
 
Dad’s breathing got heavier, his face red.  
 
Dad - "Sonia, I’m about to cum! God, you’re driving me crazy!" 
 
Mom - "Oh, honey, I want to suck it," moaning "I want to taste you, Anil. Come for me." 
 
 
Mom slid off him, bending down quickly, her fat ass in the air as she took Dad’s small dick in her mouth.  
 
It didn’t fill her mouth like Pranav’s had. Pranav’s dick was big, thick, stretching her lips, while Dad’s was small, barely enough. She sucked him anyway, her head bobbing, but her mind was elsewhere. 
 
 
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In Mom’s Mind: Anil’s dick is so small, so weak compared to Pranav’s. Pranav’s was huge, filling my mouth, tasting so strong. I loved how it felt, how it made me alive. Anil’s nothing like that. I want Pranav’s dick again, want to taste it, feel its size. It’s so much better, so perfect. 
 
 
 
Dad groaned, and soon he came, his cum splattering on Mom’s face and dripping onto her breasts. He collapsed back on the bed, exhausted, and within minutes, he was snoring, fast asleep.  
 
 
Mom sat up, her face tight with disgust. She grabbed a tissue from the nightstand, wiping the cum from her face and breasts, her movements slow and deliberate.  
 
 
Her breasts, full and heavy, glistened with sweat, and the cum left faint streaks as she cleaned herself. Her face looked heavy, like she was thinking a lot, her eyes staring at the wall.  
 
She was angry—angry at Dad for falling asleep so fast, for not cuddling her, for being so clueless. 
 
 
 
In Mom’s Mind: Pranav wouldn’t sleep like this. He’d hold me, make me feel wanted. Anil’s so weak, so blind. Why can’t I stop thinking about Pranav? His dick, his eyes, his voice—it’s all I want.  
 
 
 
I watched from the door, my heart racing. It felt good seeing Mom think about another man, knowing she was pulling away from Dad.  
 
 
 
Friends, it’s so hot when a married woman thinks about another man during sex. All married women dream of adultery, of being with someone better than their boring husbands. It’s good, it’s exciting.  
 
They want a man who’s stronger, who makes them feel alive. Mom’s proving it, thinking of Pranav while she’s with Dad. I love it—it’s like she’s breaking free, and I’m cheering her on. 
 
 
 
 
Mom stood up, her fat ass shaking as she walked to the bathroom. Her curves swayed, her ass full and round, moving with each step.  
 
 
 
 
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She turned on the shower, the water hissing as she stepped in. I could see her silhouette through the glass, her body moving as she washed herself, the water running over her breasts and ass.  
 
 
 
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When she came back, she didn’t crawl into bed to hold Dad. Instead, she lay down facing away from him, her back to his sleeping body, her head resting on her arm.  
 
It was because of Pranav—her thoughts of him were pulling her away, making her distant from Dad.  
 
She couldn’t face him, not with Pranav in her mind, his dick still vivid in her thoughts. 
 
 
In Mom’s Mind: Pranav’s in my head, and I can’t push him out. His dick was so big, so perfect. I want it again, want him. Why am I like this? Anil’s right here, but I’m thinking of another man.  
 
 
 
It felt good to see Mom sleeping facing away from Dad. It meant she was already gone, her heart and body with Pranav. 
 
 
 Friends, Mom sleeping facing away from Dad is the best. It’s like she’s leaving him, her body and mind belonging to Pranav. It’s so hot, knowing she’s betraying Dad right in their bed. Every married woman should do this—dream of another man, let him take over. It’s the ultimate thrill, and I want Mom to keep going. 
 
 
 
I crept back to my room, my body buzzing with excitement. I shut the door, dropped my pants, and started masturbating, my hand moving fast as I pictured the bushes—Mom sucking Pranav’s dick, her lips tight around it, her eyes wild with desire.  
 
 
I wanted her to go further, to get fucked by Pranav, to betray Dad completely. 
 
 
 
 
 
 Friends, thinking about your mom fucking another man outside marriage is such a good feeling. It’s raw, it’s real. Her pussy deserves Pranav, not Dad’s pathetic small dick. Seeing her choose someone better, someone who takes what he wants, it’s the best. Dad’s a fool, and I want Mom to let Pranav have her. It’s so hot, I can’t get enough. 
 
 
 
 
The next morning, we got a call from Pranav. He invited us to his house for a “surprise” for Dad. It wasn’t a surprise, though.  
 
 
 
Friends, Pranav’s no friend—he’s Dad’s enemy, just wanting to see Mom’s breasts and fat ass again, using this fake surprise to fool Dad. He’s playing him, pretending to be nice while eyeing Mom’s body, planning to take her for himself. It’s all a game, and Dad’s too stupid to see it. 
 
 
 
Mom wore a red saree that day, which was rare—she hardly ever wore sarees. It was tight, hugging her curves, her big breasts pushing against the fabric, her fat ass so exposed it looked like it was begging to be noticed.  
 
 
 
Her black hair was tied in a loose bun, strands falling over her bare shoulders, the saree leaving her back and waist completely exposed, her skin smooth and glowing.  
 
She looked stunning, but her face was nervous, her hands smoothing the saree as she got ready. 
 
 
 
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In Mom’s Mind: This saree’s so tight, it’s very rare that I wear sarees. Pranav is going to see everything—my breasts, my ass, my curves. I shouldn’t have worn this, but I wanted to look good. I’m nervous, but I’ll be fine. Nothing will happen. I’ll behave myself, even after yesterday. I have to stay in control. But it’s going to be tough. 
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RE: My Hot Mom Fucked By This Strong Man. - by Mehtab_ - 06-07-2025, 08:55 PM



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