12-07-2025, 11:09 PM
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Friends, it’s so hot when a wife cheats on her husband—she’s breaking free, like what my mom is doing to my dad, chasing her own desires with Pranav, spitting on her marriage vows. We should all be enemies to guys with beautiful wives, hunt them down, and fuck their women—it’s the ultimate rush.
Nothing beats stealing a loyal wife; it’s power, it’s fun, it’s what life’s all about. Mom cheating on Dad with Pranav proves she’s got that wild spark, and I love watching Dad get played like a clueless fool.
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My heart pounded as I peeked through the mansion’s big window, the moonlight casting a silver glow over Mom’s bedroom. Inside, Pranav had her pinned against the wall, his hands gripping her shoulders, her body pressed tight against him.
Her big breasts crushed into his bare chest, the pinkish nightdress slipping up her thighs, revealing soft, creamy skin. The sight was so filthy, so hot, goosebumps erupted across my arms, my dick throbbing instantly.
This was Mom betraying Dad again, her body yielding to Pranav’s hunger, and the raw thrill of it made my skin burn. How did he get into her room? Pranav is really a good man to want to fuck my mom.
The door was locked when she went to bed—did she let him in, her guilt crumbling under desire, or did he sneak in with a key, his plan too slick for her to stop?
The room smelled faintly of jasmine from her perfume, the air thick with tension, the bed’s silk sheets glinting in the dim light.
Pranav wore only his shorts, his muscles taut, sweat beading on his skin. Mom’s nightdress hugged her curves, her big breasts heaving, her fat ass barely covered, swaying slightly as she squirmed.
“Sonia, we did it—we got rid of that good for nothing Anil,” he growled, his voice low and smug, leaning so close his breath grazed her cheek. “That imbecil husband of yours is gone for four months, and now it’s just us, baby. We’re going to enjoy every second, you and me. I’ve been dreaming of you since his pathetic birthday party.”
Mom’s eyes widened, her hands pressing against the wall, her body stiff with panic. “No, Pranav, I’m not interested,” she pleaded, her voice trembling, almost begging.
“I can’t do this to Anil—he’s my husband. Please, don’t push me. I just want to be a good wife.”
Her words shook, but her eyes betrayed her, flickering with conflict, like she was fighting a fire inside her.
“I’ve been thinking about you every damn day,” Pranav snarled, his hands sliding to her waist, pulling her closer. “That night at your husband’s birthday, your lips on my cock in the bush, your body so close—I wanted to fuck you right there. I dreamed of your big ass bouncing, your pussy dripping for me, your moans filling my ears. Stop acting like you don’t want this, Sonia.”
His voice was rough, dripping with filthy desire, the room’s silence amplifying every word. Mom shook her head, her lips trembling, her fingers digging into the wall.
“No, Pranav, I don’t want that,” she whispered, her voice desperate. “That night was a mistake—I shouldn’t have done it. I’m married, and I love Anil. Please, stop talking like this.”
Her nightdress slipped further, exposing the curve of her breast, her breathing fast and uneven.
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“Don’t pretend,” Pranav snapped, stepping closer, trapping her against the wall. “I know you’ve been waiting for this, for a real man to fuck you. Your pussy was so wet in that bush—you can’t lie to me. You loved sucking my cock, didn’t you?”
His eyes burned into hers, his grin wicked, like he knew he was breaking her down.“ Remember that night, Sonia?” he pressed, his voice low and taunting, the moonlight catching the sweat on his chest.
“You were on your knees, my cock in your mouth, your tongue all over it. Your pussy was dripping—you wanted me so bad. Why was it wet if you didn’t love it?”
The words hung in the air, heavy, like a trap closing around her. Mom’s eyes darted away, her hands clenching, her breath hitching. “Stop it, Pranav! Stop reminding me about that day, I don't want to think about it” she cried, her voice cracking.
“I’m a good mother, a good wife—I can’t do this. Cheating would destroy my family, my life. It’s too dangerous, and I won’t hurt Anil like that. ”
"Your husband Anil is a pathetic fool who doesn’t deserve you,” Pranav sneered, his hands tightening on her hips. “He’s weak, kissing my toes like a dog, while I’m the one you want. Forget him. You’re gonna scream my name tonight, Sonia.”
His voice was cruel, no manners, just raw hunger to ruin Mom and Dad’s marriage, his hatred for Dad dripping from every word.“No, Pranav, this is wrong,” Mom begged, pushing against his chest, her hands weak, her strength fading.
“If Anil finds out, it’ll break him—our family will fall apart. I can’t do this to my son Karan either. Please, we have to stop.” Her voice was a whisper, her eyes wide with fear, but a spark of desire lingered, betraying her words.
In Mom’s Mind: Pranav’s right—I wanted him that night, my pussy was wet for him. But I can’t have sex with him, I’m Anil’s wife, Karan’s mom. Why is it so hard to say no when my body’s screaming yes?
“Fuck your family, Sonia,” Pranav growled, his eyes dark with contempt. “Your husband Anil is a loser who can’t satisfy you. I hate that bastard, and I’m gonna take you from him. You’re mine, and you know it—stop fighting it.”
He leaned in, his lips brushing hers, the kiss slightly forceful but slow, romantic in a twisted way, like he was claiming her soul. His hands cupped her face, pulling her closer, his body pressing her against the wall, promising everything Dad couldn’t.
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Mom’s hands stayed limp at her sides, not touching him, hiding her desire, but her lips softened, letting his tongue slide against hers, deep and hungry. The room’s air felt electric, the soft creak of the floor under their weight adding to the tension.
She pulled back, her eyes wide, shocked, staring at Pranav like she’d woken from a dream. “This is so wrong,” she whispered, her voice trembling, her nightdress slipping to show more of her breasts.
“If Anil finds out, please, I don't want this to go further than its already is.” Her chest heaved, her big breasts rising and falling, the moonlight making her skin glow. "Who cares about Anil?” Pranav scoffed, his fingers tracing her jaw, his voice dripping with disdain.
“He’s a weak idiot who doesn’t know what you need. I don’t give a damn about your family—I want you, Sonia. You’re gonna be mine, no matter what.” His hatred for Dad was clear, his words sharp, like he wanted to crush Dad’s life just to have Mom.
Friends, I always knew Mom as the good mother, teaching me all good manners, telling me to be kind and honest. But now, seeing her with Pranav, I’m so happy she’s turning to be an immoral mother, it’s fucking hot. A bad mom who cheats is the best, breaking every rule for her own pleasure. I love watching her change, becoming the woman who is shameful, who fucks another man behind Dad’s pathetic back.
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Pranav kissed her again, harder, his lips devouring hers, his hands gripping her waist, pulling her tight. Mom’s body trembled, overwhelmed, her eyes fluttering as she melted into him, her resistance crumbling like sand.
Her big breasts pressed against his chest, her nightdress riding up, showing her thighs and the curve of her fat ass. The kiss was deep, their tongues twisting, the room silent except for their heavy breathing and the faint rustle of her dress.
In Mom’s Mind: Pranav's lips taste so good, so sweet—I can’t believe I’m in his arms while my pathetic husband is away. It feels so right, even though it’s so wrong. Pranav’s taking over my heart, and I don’t know how to stop him.
He broke the kiss, his fingers brushing her lips, his eyes locked on hers, a wicked grin spreading. “Your lips are perfect, Sonia—so soft, so sweet,” he murmured, his thumb tracing her mouth, wet from his kiss.
“I could kiss you all night, make you forget that loser Anil. You’re driving me wild, you know that? His pathetic pecks can’t compare to this.”
“Don’t say that, Pranav,” Mom whispered, her voice shaky, her body still as a statue. “You didn’t have to kiss me—I’m not yours. I’m still Anil’s wife. This can’t happen again.”
Her eyes flicked down, her hands twisting in her nightdress, but she didn’t move away, her breath uneven. "Stop lying to yourself,” Pranav growled, his voice low and commanding.
“You love my kisses more than Anil’s weak attempts. I know you better than he ever will. You’re mine now, Sonia—admit it.” His words were like a challenge, his eyes daring her to give in, the room’s dim light casting shadows on their faces.
He took her hand, his grip firm, and led her to the bed, the silk sheets glinting in the moonlight. She sat down, her fat ass sinking into the mattress, her nightdress riding up further, showing her smooth thighs.
He grabbed a bottle of watermelon juice from a shelf, pouring it into two glasses, the pink liquid sparkling like a secret. It wasn’t random—he knew it was Mom’s favorite, probably from watching her at the party or work, a sly move to show he cared more than Dad ever did.
The glasses clinked softly, the sound sharp in the quiet room. "Here's your favorite, Sonia—watermelon juice,” he said, his voice smooth, handing her a glass. “I remembered you love it. Drink up, relax with me. You deserve to feel special tonight, not ignored like Anil does.”
“You didn’t have to do this, Pranav,” Mom murmured, her hands trembling, holding the glass tightly. “I’m fine, really. I just want to sleep. Please, don’t make this harder than it is.” Her eyes stayed on the juice, her fingers gripping the glass like a lifeline.
"Sonia, I know you better than Anil ever will,” Pranav whispered, his tone romantic but edged with menace. “He doesn’t even remember your birthday, does he? I’m here for you, making you feel cherished. You’re with the right man now, not that pathetic fool.”
His words were soft but cutting, his hatred for Dad clear in every syllable.
In Mom’s Mind: Pranav remembered my favorite juice—how does he know me so well? Anil never even remembers my birthday, let alone what I like to drink. Is Pranav the man I should be with, the one who actually sees me?
Friends, cheating mothers are the best—mothers who ditch loyalty are so hot, living for themselves, not their boring husbands. It’s awesome when they fuck other men, breaking free from guys like Dad. I love how my mom is about to betray my poor dad.
I endorse it, love seeing Mom turn bad, craving Pranav over that loser. It’s the hottest thing, watching her betray everything for a real man. Mom held the glass, her hands shaking, not sure what to do, her eyes fixed on the pink liquid.
Pranav sat next to her, so close their thighs touched, the bed creaking softly. She didn’t drink, her face tense, her body stiff with fear. The room’s air felt heavy, the moonlight casting a soft glow on her nightdress, her big breasts rising with each nervous breath.
"Don't be scared of me, Sonia,” Pranav murmured, his hand brushing her arm, his voice soft but firm. “I’m not gonna hurt you—I’m here to make you feel good. Drink the juice, relax. You’re safe with me tonight. ”
"I’m scared, Pranav,” Mom whispered, her voice barely audible, her eyes still on the glass. “Cheating’s wrong—it’ll ruin my family, my life. Anil trusts me, and Karan needs me. I can’t do this, no matter what you say.”
Her words trembled, her fingers tightening around the glass, her fear clear but wavering. “You’re wasting your life with that idiot. Drink, Sonia—I’m gonna take care of you tonight. You know you want this, so stop fighting it.”
His voice was commanding, his fingers sliding through her hair, slow and deliberate. Mom hesitated, then lifted the glass, sipping the juice, her lips wet with the sweet liquid.
Pranav’s hand stayed in her hair, stroking softly, her body softening under his touch, her eyes still down. The room was quiet, the only sound her soft sips and the faint rustle of her nightdress.
In Pranav’s Mind: I’m gonna fuck this bitch so hard tonight, make her scream my name. Anil’s a pathetic fool, I am going to fuck his wife and I will get rid of him for good and Sonia’s my slut now. I’ll destroy that idiot’s life and take her for myself.
They sat in silence for a few minutes, the tension thick, the room warm with their closeness. Pranav took her glass, setting it on the table with his, the clink echoing in the quiet.
He stood in front of her, towering, his eyes dark with hunger. Mom’s face was down, staring at her lap, her hands clenched—she was scared, ashamed, but drawn to him, her body betraying her mind.
The moonlight caught the sweat on her skin, her nightdress clinging to her curves, her big breasts heaving slightly. "Look at me, Sonia,” Pranav commanded, his voice low and firm, stepping closer.
“Come on, don’t hide that pretty face. You know what’s coming. Lift your head now.” Mom slowly raised her face, her eyes widening, a gasp escaping as Pranav pulled down his shorts.
His 11-inch dick sprang free, huge and thick, making her freeze. She stared, her lips parted, her hands gripping the bed, shocked by his size. The room felt smaller, the air charged with his boldness.
In Mom’s Mind: Oh gosh, he’s pulled out his penis—that massive cock again. I remember the bush, how it felt in my mouth, and now I’m wondering if I’ll suck it again. Why can’t I stop thinking about it?
"Please, Pranav, don’t do this,” Mom pleaded, her voice trembling, her eyes locked on his dick. “I’m not that kind of woman. I can’t betray Anil like this. Stop, I’m begging you.”
“You’re a slut, Sonia, and you know it,” Pranav growled, his voice harsh, stepping closer. “You loved my cock in that bush, and you want it now. Suck it, slut—do what you’re meant to do. Stop pretending you’re some good wife.”
“Don’t call me a slut!” Mom cried, her voice desperate, her hands shaking on the bed. “I’m Anil’s wife, Karan’s mom—I’m not like that. Please, don’t make me do this. I can’t hurt them again. ”You’re my slut, Sonia, and you love it,” Pranav sneered, his dick inches from her face.
“That wet pussy in the bush proved it. Suck my dick now, or I’ll make sure Anil knows what you did. Do it, you filthy whore.”
In Mom’s Mind: I love how he called me a slut and a dirty whore—it’s so wrong, but it feels so good. I love how he calls me such names. It makes me feel something weirdly good inside me. Am I really a slut for him? I can’t stop wanting his cock, even if I shouldn’t. Why does this excite me so much? Oh no! I think I am Pranav's whore and I am beginning to be his whore.
Nothing beats stealing a loyal wife; it’s power, it’s fun, it’s what life’s all about. Mom cheating on Dad with Pranav proves she’s got that wild spark, and I love watching Dad get played like a clueless fool.
My heart pounded as I peeked through the mansion’s big window, the moonlight casting a silver glow over Mom’s bedroom. Inside, Pranav had her pinned against the wall, his hands gripping her shoulders, her body pressed tight against him.
Her big breasts crushed into his bare chest, the pinkish nightdress slipping up her thighs, revealing soft, creamy skin. The sight was so filthy, so hot, goosebumps erupted across my arms, my dick throbbing instantly.
This was Mom betraying Dad again, her body yielding to Pranav’s hunger, and the raw thrill of it made my skin burn. How did he get into her room? Pranav is really a good man to want to fuck my mom.
The door was locked when she went to bed—did she let him in, her guilt crumbling under desire, or did he sneak in with a key, his plan too slick for her to stop?
The room smelled faintly of jasmine from her perfume, the air thick with tension, the bed’s silk sheets glinting in the dim light.
Pranav wore only his shorts, his muscles taut, sweat beading on his skin. Mom’s nightdress hugged her curves, her big breasts heaving, her fat ass barely covered, swaying slightly as she squirmed.
“Sonia, we did it—we got rid of that good for nothing Anil,” he growled, his voice low and smug, leaning so close his breath grazed her cheek. “That imbecil husband of yours is gone for four months, and now it’s just us, baby. We’re going to enjoy every second, you and me. I’ve been dreaming of you since his pathetic birthday party.”
Mom’s eyes widened, her hands pressing against the wall, her body stiff with panic. “No, Pranav, I’m not interested,” she pleaded, her voice trembling, almost begging.
“I can’t do this to Anil—he’s my husband. Please, don’t push me. I just want to be a good wife.”
Her words shook, but her eyes betrayed her, flickering with conflict, like she was fighting a fire inside her.
“I’ve been thinking about you every damn day,” Pranav snarled, his hands sliding to her waist, pulling her closer. “That night at your husband’s birthday, your lips on my cock in the bush, your body so close—I wanted to fuck you right there. I dreamed of your big ass bouncing, your pussy dripping for me, your moans filling my ears. Stop acting like you don’t want this, Sonia.”
His voice was rough, dripping with filthy desire, the room’s silence amplifying every word. Mom shook her head, her lips trembling, her fingers digging into the wall.
“No, Pranav, I don’t want that,” she whispered, her voice desperate. “That night was a mistake—I shouldn’t have done it. I’m married, and I love Anil. Please, stop talking like this.”
Her nightdress slipped further, exposing the curve of her breast, her breathing fast and uneven.
“Don’t pretend,” Pranav snapped, stepping closer, trapping her against the wall. “I know you’ve been waiting for this, for a real man to fuck you. Your pussy was so wet in that bush—you can’t lie to me. You loved sucking my cock, didn’t you?”
His eyes burned into hers, his grin wicked, like he knew he was breaking her down.“ Remember that night, Sonia?” he pressed, his voice low and taunting, the moonlight catching the sweat on his chest.
“You were on your knees, my cock in your mouth, your tongue all over it. Your pussy was dripping—you wanted me so bad. Why was it wet if you didn’t love it?”
The words hung in the air, heavy, like a trap closing around her. Mom’s eyes darted away, her hands clenching, her breath hitching. “Stop it, Pranav! Stop reminding me about that day, I don't want to think about it” she cried, her voice cracking.
“I’m a good mother, a good wife—I can’t do this. Cheating would destroy my family, my life. It’s too dangerous, and I won’t hurt Anil like that. ”
"Your husband Anil is a pathetic fool who doesn’t deserve you,” Pranav sneered, his hands tightening on her hips. “He’s weak, kissing my toes like a dog, while I’m the one you want. Forget him. You’re gonna scream my name tonight, Sonia.”
His voice was cruel, no manners, just raw hunger to ruin Mom and Dad’s marriage, his hatred for Dad dripping from every word.“No, Pranav, this is wrong,” Mom begged, pushing against his chest, her hands weak, her strength fading.
“If Anil finds out, it’ll break him—our family will fall apart. I can’t do this to my son Karan either. Please, we have to stop.” Her voice was a whisper, her eyes wide with fear, but a spark of desire lingered, betraying her words.
In Mom’s Mind: Pranav’s right—I wanted him that night, my pussy was wet for him. But I can’t have sex with him, I’m Anil’s wife, Karan’s mom. Why is it so hard to say no when my body’s screaming yes?
“Fuck your family, Sonia,” Pranav growled, his eyes dark with contempt. “Your husband Anil is a loser who can’t satisfy you. I hate that bastard, and I’m gonna take you from him. You’re mine, and you know it—stop fighting it.”
He leaned in, his lips brushing hers, the kiss slightly forceful but slow, romantic in a twisted way, like he was claiming her soul. His hands cupped her face, pulling her closer, his body pressing her against the wall, promising everything Dad couldn’t.
Mom’s hands stayed limp at her sides, not touching him, hiding her desire, but her lips softened, letting his tongue slide against hers, deep and hungry. The room’s air felt electric, the soft creak of the floor under their weight adding to the tension.
She pulled back, her eyes wide, shocked, staring at Pranav like she’d woken from a dream. “This is so wrong,” she whispered, her voice trembling, her nightdress slipping to show more of her breasts.
“If Anil finds out, please, I don't want this to go further than its already is.” Her chest heaved, her big breasts rising and falling, the moonlight making her skin glow. "Who cares about Anil?” Pranav scoffed, his fingers tracing her jaw, his voice dripping with disdain.
“He’s a weak idiot who doesn’t know what you need. I don’t give a damn about your family—I want you, Sonia. You’re gonna be mine, no matter what.” His hatred for Dad was clear, his words sharp, like he wanted to crush Dad’s life just to have Mom.
Friends, I always knew Mom as the good mother, teaching me all good manners, telling me to be kind and honest. But now, seeing her with Pranav, I’m so happy she’s turning to be an immoral mother, it’s fucking hot. A bad mom who cheats is the best, breaking every rule for her own pleasure. I love watching her change, becoming the woman who is shameful, who fucks another man behind Dad’s pathetic back.
screenshot program windowsPranav kissed her again, harder, his lips devouring hers, his hands gripping her waist, pulling her tight. Mom’s body trembled, overwhelmed, her eyes fluttering as she melted into him, her resistance crumbling like sand.
Her big breasts pressed against his chest, her nightdress riding up, showing her thighs and the curve of her fat ass. The kiss was deep, their tongues twisting, the room silent except for their heavy breathing and the faint rustle of her dress.
In Mom’s Mind: Pranav's lips taste so good, so sweet—I can’t believe I’m in his arms while my pathetic husband is away. It feels so right, even though it’s so wrong. Pranav’s taking over my heart, and I don’t know how to stop him.
He broke the kiss, his fingers brushing her lips, his eyes locked on hers, a wicked grin spreading. “Your lips are perfect, Sonia—so soft, so sweet,” he murmured, his thumb tracing her mouth, wet from his kiss.
“I could kiss you all night, make you forget that loser Anil. You’re driving me wild, you know that? His pathetic pecks can’t compare to this.”
“Don’t say that, Pranav,” Mom whispered, her voice shaky, her body still as a statue. “You didn’t have to kiss me—I’m not yours. I’m still Anil’s wife. This can’t happen again.”
Her eyes flicked down, her hands twisting in her nightdress, but she didn’t move away, her breath uneven. "Stop lying to yourself,” Pranav growled, his voice low and commanding.
“You love my kisses more than Anil’s weak attempts. I know you better than he ever will. You’re mine now, Sonia—admit it.” His words were like a challenge, his eyes daring her to give in, the room’s dim light casting shadows on their faces.
He took her hand, his grip firm, and led her to the bed, the silk sheets glinting in the moonlight. She sat down, her fat ass sinking into the mattress, her nightdress riding up further, showing her smooth thighs.
He grabbed a bottle of watermelon juice from a shelf, pouring it into two glasses, the pink liquid sparkling like a secret. It wasn’t random—he knew it was Mom’s favorite, probably from watching her at the party or work, a sly move to show he cared more than Dad ever did.
The glasses clinked softly, the sound sharp in the quiet room. "Here's your favorite, Sonia—watermelon juice,” he said, his voice smooth, handing her a glass. “I remembered you love it. Drink up, relax with me. You deserve to feel special tonight, not ignored like Anil does.”
“You didn’t have to do this, Pranav,” Mom murmured, her hands trembling, holding the glass tightly. “I’m fine, really. I just want to sleep. Please, don’t make this harder than it is.” Her eyes stayed on the juice, her fingers gripping the glass like a lifeline.
"Sonia, I know you better than Anil ever will,” Pranav whispered, his tone romantic but edged with menace. “He doesn’t even remember your birthday, does he? I’m here for you, making you feel cherished. You’re with the right man now, not that pathetic fool.”
His words were soft but cutting, his hatred for Dad clear in every syllable.
In Mom’s Mind: Pranav remembered my favorite juice—how does he know me so well? Anil never even remembers my birthday, let alone what I like to drink. Is Pranav the man I should be with, the one who actually sees me?
Friends, cheating mothers are the best—mothers who ditch loyalty are so hot, living for themselves, not their boring husbands. It’s awesome when they fuck other men, breaking free from guys like Dad. I love how my mom is about to betray my poor dad.
I endorse it, love seeing Mom turn bad, craving Pranav over that loser. It’s the hottest thing, watching her betray everything for a real man. Mom held the glass, her hands shaking, not sure what to do, her eyes fixed on the pink liquid.
Pranav sat next to her, so close their thighs touched, the bed creaking softly. She didn’t drink, her face tense, her body stiff with fear. The room’s air felt heavy, the moonlight casting a soft glow on her nightdress, her big breasts rising with each nervous breath.
"Don't be scared of me, Sonia,” Pranav murmured, his hand brushing her arm, his voice soft but firm. “I’m not gonna hurt you—I’m here to make you feel good. Drink the juice, relax. You’re safe with me tonight. ”
"I’m scared, Pranav,” Mom whispered, her voice barely audible, her eyes still on the glass. “Cheating’s wrong—it’ll ruin my family, my life. Anil trusts me, and Karan needs me. I can’t do this, no matter what you say.”
Her words trembled, her fingers tightening around the glass, her fear clear but wavering. “You’re wasting your life with that idiot. Drink, Sonia—I’m gonna take care of you tonight. You know you want this, so stop fighting it.”
His voice was commanding, his fingers sliding through her hair, slow and deliberate. Mom hesitated, then lifted the glass, sipping the juice, her lips wet with the sweet liquid.
Pranav’s hand stayed in her hair, stroking softly, her body softening under his touch, her eyes still down. The room was quiet, the only sound her soft sips and the faint rustle of her nightdress.
In Pranav’s Mind: I’m gonna fuck this bitch so hard tonight, make her scream my name. Anil’s a pathetic fool, I am going to fuck his wife and I will get rid of him for good and Sonia’s my slut now. I’ll destroy that idiot’s life and take her for myself.
They sat in silence for a few minutes, the tension thick, the room warm with their closeness. Pranav took her glass, setting it on the table with his, the clink echoing in the quiet.
He stood in front of her, towering, his eyes dark with hunger. Mom’s face was down, staring at her lap, her hands clenched—she was scared, ashamed, but drawn to him, her body betraying her mind.
The moonlight caught the sweat on her skin, her nightdress clinging to her curves, her big breasts heaving slightly. "Look at me, Sonia,” Pranav commanded, his voice low and firm, stepping closer.
“Come on, don’t hide that pretty face. You know what’s coming. Lift your head now.” Mom slowly raised her face, her eyes widening, a gasp escaping as Pranav pulled down his shorts.
His 11-inch dick sprang free, huge and thick, making her freeze. She stared, her lips parted, her hands gripping the bed, shocked by his size. The room felt smaller, the air charged with his boldness.
In Mom’s Mind: Oh gosh, he’s pulled out his penis—that massive cock again. I remember the bush, how it felt in my mouth, and now I’m wondering if I’ll suck it again. Why can’t I stop thinking about it?
"Please, Pranav, don’t do this,” Mom pleaded, her voice trembling, her eyes locked on his dick. “I’m not that kind of woman. I can’t betray Anil like this. Stop, I’m begging you.”
“You’re a slut, Sonia, and you know it,” Pranav growled, his voice harsh, stepping closer. “You loved my cock in that bush, and you want it now. Suck it, slut—do what you’re meant to do. Stop pretending you’re some good wife.”
“Don’t call me a slut!” Mom cried, her voice desperate, her hands shaking on the bed. “I’m Anil’s wife, Karan’s mom—I’m not like that. Please, don’t make me do this. I can’t hurt them again. ”You’re my slut, Sonia, and you love it,” Pranav sneered, his dick inches from her face.
“That wet pussy in the bush proved it. Suck my dick now, or I’ll make sure Anil knows what you did. Do it, you filthy whore.”
In Mom’s Mind: I love how he called me a slut and a dirty whore—it’s so wrong, but it feels so good. I love how he calls me such names. It makes me feel something weirdly good inside me. Am I really a slut for him? I can’t stop wanting his cock, even if I shouldn’t. Why does this excite me so much? Oh no! I think I am Pranav's whore and I am beginning to be his whore.
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