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Warning: Dear friends, this story is packed with filthy, nasty details that are raw and disgusting, meant for those who can handle explicit, twisted content. It’s dirty, shocking, and not for anyone who gets grossed out easily, so if you can’t stomach sick acts, stop reading now. But if you’re hooked on the thrill of forbidden, depraved scenes, dive in and keep going.
Dear friends, before we start, I want to say that My mom’s filthy habits made me who I am today. She never taught me to love being immoral, but due to her immorality, she made me to throw away good behavior like trash. That is why I am watching my own mom being fucked by another man.
Being immoral is good, I love how I am becoming a mannerless child. She carried a wild, rotten manners inside, even if she kept it hidden from me.
Growing up in her messy world, I picked up her rude habits and learned to ignore manners. Every mean word or nasty thing I do comes from how she raised me.
People around us might like this bad behavior now, but it’s all because of her. She showed me how to live without shame, and I’m just like her, happily following her dirty path and carrying on her way of living.
My stomach finally calmed after vomiting, the sour, burning taste lingering in my throat as I stood on the doorstep, my legs trembling from the shock of watching Pranav suck his finger after pulling it from Mom’s stinky asshole.
How is this perverted but horny man fixated about my mom's smelly asshole?
The puddle of puke was thick and slimy, chunks of my half-digested dinner mixed with bile, glistening under the moonlight, its sharp, rancid smell stinging my nose and blending with the heavy, musky air leaking from the bedroom where Mom and Pranav had been fucking.
My heart pounded, my dick still throbbing despite the nausea, the thrill of Mom’s betrayal fueling my horniness as I wiped my mouth with my sleeve and took a shaky breath, ready to sneak back to the keyhole to see more of their depraved acts.
The wooden floor creaked under my feet, my hands shaking with a mix of excitement and disgust, the room’s heat wrapping around me like a suffocating fog, the stench of my vomit mixing with the bedroom’s smell of sweat and sex.
Before I could crouch to peek through the keyhole, Pranav swung the door open with a loud squeak of the hinges, moonlight flooding the doorway and revealing his bare chest slick with sweat, his shorts hanging low to show the clear outline of his big, hard dick bulging through the thin fabric.
The bedroom’s air hit me like a wave, thick with the stench of sweat, sex, and Mom’s asshole, making my stomach twist again as I fought the urge to gag.
Mom gasped and rushed toward me, her nightdress barely clinging to her body, the thin fabric slipping off one shoulder, her big breasts bouncing freely since she wore no bra, her pussy bare under the dress since her panties were long gone, tossed aside during her fucking with Pranav.
She quickly tugged the dress up, her hands trembling as she pulled it tight to cover her naked breasts and pussy, trying to hide her body so I wouldn’t notice her exposed state, her face flushed red and her hair a messy tangle from being fucked doggystyle.
She forced a calm expression, her eyes wide with panic as she glanced at me and then at Pranav, desperate to keep her slutty state a secret, her skin glistening with sweat, her body heat radiating from her intense fucking.
Pranav stood there without shame, his shorts tight, his dick’s shape impossible to miss, his grin smug and bold, not bothering to cover himself up, his bare chest shining in the moonlight.
“Karan, beta, oh honey, are you okay? what happened to make you throw up like this?” Mom asked in a soft, worried voice, kneeling beside me and grabbing my shoulders with warm, trembling hands.
Her body heat intense, burning from fucking Pranav, her dress damp with sweat, clinging to her curves, her breath heavy with the musky smell of their dirty acts.
“Are you feeling sick? Did something hurt your stomach?” Her voice was full of care, her eyes searching mine for answers, her concern real despite her betrayal of Dad, her skin hot from riding Pranav’s cock, her pussy wet and her asshole freshly licked, the room’s air thick with their stench, making it hard for me to breathe without gagging.
“I ate some bad food at dinner, Mom, probably that leftover chicken—it just made me sick real quick,” I lied smoothly, keeping my voice calm and clever to hide that I’d been spying through the keyhole, watching her betray Dad with Pranav. Which was a good thing she was doing to betray my dad.
My heart raced, my dick throbbing harder, knowing she was a slut but acting like a loving mom, her hands stroking my arm gently to comfort me, her touch warm and sweaty, her dress barely covering her naked body underneath.
“I’m okay now, just needed to get it out,” I added, my voice steady, pretending innocence.
“Karan, my love, what were you doing out here so late, Karan why aren’t you in bed?” she asked, her voice full of care, her eyes looking nervously to Pranav, who smiled back at my mom with a wicked, knowing grin, aware their secret could slip out at any moment from now.
“Were you feeling sick all night? Why didn’t you call me?” Her body heat was overwhelming, her skin burning from fucking Pranav, her pussy and virgin asshole claimed by him, the room’s air thick with the stench of their dirty acts, her dress sticking to her sweaty skin, her big breasts pressing against the fabric as she breathed heavily, trying to act normal in front of me.
“Don’t worry about anything, just rest,” he added, his grin sly, his hand patting my shoulder, his mind clearly on Mom’s body. I nodded, pretending to be sleepy, my heart racing, knowing I’d sneak back to the keyhole as soon as he left.
My dick throbbing at the thought of seeing more. I waited a few minutes, the house quiet except for the faint creak of the floor as Pranav walked back to the bedroom, his steps heavy and deliberate, the sound fading as he reached the door.
I slipped out of bed, my feet cold on the wooden floor, my shirt still damp with sweat, and crept back to the keyhole, the air thick with a shitty, stinky smell of mom's asshole that hit me hard, burning my nose and making my eyes water, stronger than before.
I didn’t know why it was so intense, but I peeked through the keyhole and saw Pranav with three fingers deep in Mom’s asshole, her big butt raised high, her face buried in a pillow, her moans loud and wild.
“Ohhh, God, Pranav, it’s too much!”—her voice shaky with pleasure, her body rocking with his fingers. The smell of her stinky asshole was overwhelming, filling the room, but my horniness was stronger, my dick throbbing so hard it drowned out the disgust.
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My hand stroking as I watched, the moonlight casting shadows of her trembling ass on the wall. Mom wasn’t complaining now, her pussy dripping, her asshole stretching, the bed creaking loudly, sweat soaking the sheets, the air thick with their filthy stench.
“Is this better than Anil, Sonia? Tell me how it feels my fingers in your dirty hole,” Pranav asked, his voice filthy, his fingers moving deeper, the squelch loud and wet.
“Do you like my fingers in there? What’s your favorite thing to eat? What do you do when you’re not with Anil?” His questions were random, his grin wicked, his eyes locked on her trembling ass.
“Ohhh, it feels so good, Pranav, but it’s so wrong!” Mom moaned, her voice breaking, her ass shaking as she answered. “I like… ohhh, pizza, and I read books when I’m alone, but please, don’t ask me that!”
He was asking her those questions to divert her attention from him fingering her asshole.
Her questions were scattered, her mind trying to shift away from the filth, her moans loud “Mmm, God, it’s too much!”—her body trembling with pleasure, her asshole stretching wider.
“Pizza’s good, but I like meat, your asshole, stinky and raw,” Pranav grinned, his fingers twisting in her asshole, stretching it more. “What else do you like? What’s your favorite place to go? And don’t lie—tell me you love this,” he said.
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“I couldn’t sleep, Mom, just felt restless and was walking around the house,” I said, keeping my voice innocent and my eyes wide, acting like I didn’t know about her fucking Pranav in the bedroom.
“But mom, why aren’t you sleeping? It’s so late—what were you doing with Pranav in there?” I asked, watching her squirm, my dick twitching at the thought of her lies, my heart pounding with excitement and disgust.
“Is everything okay? You look kinda tired,” I added, pushing her to lie more, my voice curious. “We were just talking, honey, nothing more,” Mom lied, her voice steady and smooth, her face calm despite the panic in her eyes, making her a great liar who could hide her fucking Pranav behind sweet words.
“Pranav came over to check on us since your dad’s away, just making sure we’re okay,” she said, her hands rubbing my arm to comfort me, her dress clinging to her sweaty body, her big breasts heaving as she breathed.
The moonlight catching the sweat glistening on her neck and chest, her bare pussy and breasts hidden only by the thin fabric she’d pulled tight. “He’s just being a good friend, helping out,” she added, her voice soft, her lie perfect, her eyes flicking to Pranav again, nervous but composed.
“You okay, kid? That’s a lot of puke on the floor,” Pranav said as he wiped my puke using a mopper, his voice sounding concerned but fake, stepping closer with his bare chest shining in the moonlight, his dick still bulging in his shorts, impossible to miss, his grin smug and unapologetic.
“Need some water or medicine to settle your stomach? You look pale,” he asked, his eyes looking to Mom, his hand twitching like he wanted to touch her again, his boldness making my stomach twist.
“I’m fine, just need some water or maybe medicine,” I said, my voice steady, glancing at his shorts where his big dick was clear, Mom’s eyes also looking at his shorts, her face turning redder, amazed at its size even now as if she was wanting it.
Her body trembling slightly from his presence. “It was just a one-time thing, I think,” I added, keeping my voice calm, my heart pounding, knowing she was still drawn to him, her body betraying her even as she tried to act like a mom in front of me.
Pranav walked to the sitting room after mopping the floor, his steps heavy on the wooden floor, but as he passed Mom, he slapped her big butt, the smack loud and sharp.
Her ass jiggling under the thin dress, the sound echoing in the quiet house, making my dick throb harder at the filthy act. “What was that noise, Mom?”
I asked, my voice curious, acting innocent, knowing Pranav was disrespecting her right in front of me, my heart racing with excitement and disgust.
In Mom's Mind: Ooh Pranav is so confident slapping my big butt right next to my son. Oohh I feel so hot but I should control myself or else my son will know my darkest side. Ooohh yesss! I just want to continue to be fucked my Pranav, it feels so good cheating on my husband. I hope Karan sleeps soon so that Pranav will fuck me all night, oohh my pussy is itching.
“Oh, it was nothing, honey, just bumped into the table by mistake,” Mom said quickly, her face flushing redder, forcing herself to stay calm because I was there, her eyes shooting Pranav a sharp look.
Her hand waving slightly to signal him to put on a shirt, her eyes pleading, scared I’d notice his half-naked body and probably his massive dick inside his shorts and suspect their dirty secret.
Pranav ignored her signal, his grin growing smugger, his dick still big and obvious in his shorts, not caring if I saw, his boldness making Mom’s panic worse as she tried to keep me from knowing she was a slut.
Fucking Pranav while Dad was away, betraying my poor dad, her body still hot and sweaty from their acts, her dress barely covering her naked curves.
Pranav grabbed a glass of water and a pill from the shelf in the sitting room, his movements slow and deliberate, his eyes sneaking glances at Mom’s thick ass, his dick twitching in his shorts as he walked back to us.
I know he was looking at it because he wants to fuck her ass for the first time tonight and I will watch it.
“Take this, Karan, it’ll help you feel better,” he said, handing me the pill with a calm but fake voice, his fingers brushing mine as he passed it over, his grin sly.
I noticed it was a sleeping pill, meant to knock me out so they could go back to fucking, their secret safe from me. I pretended to swallow it, popping it into my mouth and then slipping it into my pocket with a quick move, making sure they didn’t see, my heart racing at the thought of staying awake to watch more of their filthy acts.
After we relaxed at the sitting room for 10mins, both of us three, mom asked me, “How are you feeling now, honey? Is the pill helping your stomach?”
Mom asked, her voice soft and worried, her hands still on my shoulders, her eyes searching my face for signs of sickness, her body heat overwhelming, her dress damp with sweat, her breath heavy with the musky scent of their sex.
“Do you need anything else, maybe a cold cloth?” she added, her concern deep, her voice trembling slightly, trying to act like a mom despite her betrayal.
“I’m okay, Mom, just need to rest a bit,” I said, my voice calm, pretending to be sleepy, my eyes catching Pranav’s hand brushing Mom’s hip again, his fingers lingering, his grin dirty and shameless, making Mom tense up, her face reddening.
“I’ll be fine soon, don’t worry mom, just go and chat with Pranav” I added, keeping my voice innocent, my dick throbbing at Pranav’s bold moves, Mom struggling to stay calm in front of me.
“I’m going to sleep with you tonight, Karan, to make sure you’re okay,” Mom said, her voice gentle, her eyes nervous, clearly trying to escape Pranav’s grip and stay with me instead, her hands adjusting her dress to cover herself fully, her movements shaky, her face flushed with guilt.
“You need someone to watch over you,” she added, her voice soft, her lie subtle, trying to get away from Pranav’s touch. “Why are you sweating so much, Mom? And why are you wearing so little?”
Dear friends, My mom, a good whore, betrayed my innocent, stupid dad for Pranav, and I’m all for it. She’s a rotten mother, and I love that she doesn’t care about my dad anymore. Betraying dad was her shining moment, the best thing she ever did in her life, shaking off his pathetic loyalty like dust.
Dad doesn't know. I’m thrilled to follow her wicked path, eager to mirror her cold-hearted ways. I love how she is a hypocrite. Sometimes hypocrisy is really good. My pathetic dad deserves to be betrayed even if he is a good dad, I don't care.
I am a product of my slutty mom and I love to be immoral also without remorse.
In the future, I’ll chase that same raw, selfish freedom, stomping on anyone who’s too soft, just like my mom. Her betrayal is my inspiration, and I’ll proudly walk her shameless road. She really inspires me to be immoral and I love it.
I asked, keeping my voice innocent, my eyes wide, acting like I didn’t know about her good adulterous cheating sex with Pranav, watching her struggle to answer, my dick throbbing at her discomfort.
“It’s like you were running or something,” I added, pushing her to lie more, my voice curious. “It’s really hot tonight, honey, that’s why I’m sweating,” Mom said, her voice quick but smooth, pulling her dress tighter to look proper in front of me.
Her bare breasts and pussy hidden only by the thin fabric. “I was just relaxing in light clothes, didn’t expect you to be up so late,” she added, her lie clever, her face calm, hiding the truth of her slutty acts.
“I’ll put on something more when we get to your room,” she said, her voice steady, trying to sound normal like a good mother but I know good mothers are always the bad mothers who do bad things.
“You’ll be fine, kid, that pill will help you sleep,” Pranav interjected, his voice fake-sweet, his eyes flicking to Mom with a knowing grin, his hand brushing her ass again, making her flinch, her face reddening even more.
“Your mom and I were just catching up, nothing to worry about,” he said, lying right to my face, his dick still bulging in his shorts, his boldness making my heart race with excitement and disgust.
“You rest, and we’ll handle everything,” he added, his grin sly, his hand lingering on Mom’s hip, making her tense up more.
“I’m okay, Mom, I’ll go sleep now,” I said, my voice soft, acting innocent but wanting to watch them fuck again, my dick throbbing at the thought of their filthy acts continuing.
“You can keep doing what you were doing with Pranav, like you said, just talking,” I added, smiling to pretend I believed her lie, my heart pounding with anticipation, knowing I’d sneak back to the keyhole.
Pranav’s grin widened, and he turned to Mom, his voice low and commanding, his eyes burning with lust. “Sonia, get back to the bedroom—let’s finish what we started,” he said, grabbing her arm and pulling her slightly, not caring that I was there.
His dick twitching in his shorts, his bare chest shining with sweat. “Karan’s fine, he’ll sleep it off,” he added, his voice firm, his eyes locked on Mom’s trembling body.
Pranav guided me to my room, his hand firm on my shoulder, his grip strong, his bare chest still sweaty, his shorts tight with his big dick bulging, making my stomach twist again with disgust and arousal.
I really wondered how that big dick entered my mom's pussy and now maybe he is going to fit it inside my mom's stinky asshole.
He tucked me into bed, pulling the blanket over me, his movements slow, his grin fake as he acted like a caring friend, his eyes flicking toward the door, eager to get back to Mom.
“Sleep tight, Karan, you’ll feel better soon,” he said, his voice smooth but not real, his words empty as he planned to return to fucking Mom.
His voice teasing, his fingers relentless, the squelch louder. “I like… ohhh, chocolate, and going to the beach,” Mom gasped, her moans wild—“Ohhh, please, it’s so good!”—her body shaking harder. “Yes, I love it, but it’s so bad, Pranav what you are doing is so not good aahhhh”
Her words mixed shame and pleasure, her asshole opening more, the stench stronger, the bed creaking wildly. “Sonia, women only give their assholes to men they truly love,” Pranav said, his voice low and dirty, his fingers moving faster, stretching her hole.
“Is that why you’re letting me do this? Because you love me more than Anil? Do you feel more alive with me?” His eyes burned with obsession, his fingers relentless.
“No, ohhh, I don’t love you!” Mom moaned, her voice loud—“Mmm, please, stop!” My mom was denying him, her ass pushing back against his fingers, her body betraying her words.
“I’m just… caught up, but yes, I feel alive!” Her asshole stretched wider, the squelch echoing, her moans wild— “Ohhh, God!” “You sure you never did anal, Sonia? Not even with that good for nothing Anil?” Pranav asked, his grin wicked, his fingers deep, twisting in her filthy asshole.
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“Be honest—has that fool ever touched this perfect ass? Ever made you feel this good?” His voice was cruel, his fingers relentless. “Never, ohhh, never!” Mom moaned, her voice breaking—“God, Pranav, please!”—her ass trembling.
“Anil never did this, never touched me there, never made me feel like this!” Her words were desperate, her body shaking with pleasure, the stench of her asshole filling the room. “Did Anil ever ask for anal, Sonia? Ever want this tight hole?”
Pranav pressed, his fingers circling, pushing deeper, his voice cruel. “Tell me, does he even care about your body? Does he know what you need? Does he know that a woman must be fucked in her asshole?" His grin was smug, the squelch loud.
“No, he never asked,” Mom gasped, her moans loud—“Ohhh, mmm!”—her face buried deeper in the pillow. “He never wanted it, never tried, never knew what I needed!”
Her voice was shaky, her asshole stretching more, the stench stronger, the bed shaking. “Then he doesn’t love you, Sonia,” Pranav said, his voice sharp, his fingers relentless.
“A man who loves his woman claims every part of her—especially her asshole. Anil’s a loser, ignoring this perfect hole. Why stay with him if he can’t give you this?”
His words were filthy, his grin smug, the moonlight catching the sweat on his face. “Why do you say that?” Mom moaned, her voice trembling—“Ohhh, God, it’s too much!”—her ass pushing back, her body betraying her doubt.
“Anil loves me, he’s good to me, but… ohhh, this feels different!” Her words were weak, her asshole opening wider, the stench overwhelming. “He’s a fool who doesn’t know your body,” Pranav growled, his fingers moving in different ways, circling, pushing, stretching her asshole wider, the squelch loud and wet.
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“He doesn’t deserve you—look how you’re opening your asshole for me. You were made for this, Sonia.” His voice was cruel, his fingers relentless, the bed creaking, sweat dripping from Mom’s body, her moans filling the room—
“Ohhh, Pranav, please!”
In Mom’s Mind: I think Pranav is right—Anil never touched my asshole, he didn't want my asshole, never even asked for anal sex, while my married friends talk about their husbands giving them anal, saying it’s what men do when they love you.
I’m starting to doubt if Anil really loves me because he never used my asshole, but my body is craving for Pranav’s touch, feeling alive in a way Anil never made me feel. I’m so guilty, betraying Anil like this, letting another man claim my most forbidden hole, but it feels so good, so thrilling.
God, please forgive me for this sin, for loving this filthy act.
Pranav kept fingering her asshole, switching between slow, deep pushes and quick twists, his middle, index, and ring fingers stretching her tight hole, the squelch loud and wet, her ass shaking, sweat dripping onto the sheets, her big breasts bouncing as she rocked, her moans wild—
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Dear friends, before we start, I want to say that My mom’s filthy habits made me who I am today. She never taught me to love being immoral, but due to her immorality, she made me to throw away good behavior like trash. That is why I am watching my own mom being fucked by another man.
Being immoral is good, I love how I am becoming a mannerless child. She carried a wild, rotten manners inside, even if she kept it hidden from me.
Growing up in her messy world, I picked up her rude habits and learned to ignore manners. Every mean word or nasty thing I do comes from how she raised me.
People around us might like this bad behavior now, but it’s all because of her. She showed me how to live without shame, and I’m just like her, happily following her dirty path and carrying on her way of living.
My stomach finally calmed after vomiting, the sour, burning taste lingering in my throat as I stood on the doorstep, my legs trembling from the shock of watching Pranav suck his finger after pulling it from Mom’s stinky asshole.
How is this perverted but horny man fixated about my mom's smelly asshole?
The puddle of puke was thick and slimy, chunks of my half-digested dinner mixed with bile, glistening under the moonlight, its sharp, rancid smell stinging my nose and blending with the heavy, musky air leaking from the bedroom where Mom and Pranav had been fucking.
My heart pounded, my dick still throbbing despite the nausea, the thrill of Mom’s betrayal fueling my horniness as I wiped my mouth with my sleeve and took a shaky breath, ready to sneak back to the keyhole to see more of their depraved acts.
The wooden floor creaked under my feet, my hands shaking with a mix of excitement and disgust, the room’s heat wrapping around me like a suffocating fog, the stench of my vomit mixing with the bedroom’s smell of sweat and sex.
Before I could crouch to peek through the keyhole, Pranav swung the door open with a loud squeak of the hinges, moonlight flooding the doorway and revealing his bare chest slick with sweat, his shorts hanging low to show the clear outline of his big, hard dick bulging through the thin fabric.
The bedroom’s air hit me like a wave, thick with the stench of sweat, sex, and Mom’s asshole, making my stomach twist again as I fought the urge to gag.
Mom gasped and rushed toward me, her nightdress barely clinging to her body, the thin fabric slipping off one shoulder, her big breasts bouncing freely since she wore no bra, her pussy bare under the dress since her panties were long gone, tossed aside during her fucking with Pranav.
She quickly tugged the dress up, her hands trembling as she pulled it tight to cover her naked breasts and pussy, trying to hide her body so I wouldn’t notice her exposed state, her face flushed red and her hair a messy tangle from being fucked doggystyle.
She forced a calm expression, her eyes wide with panic as she glanced at me and then at Pranav, desperate to keep her slutty state a secret, her skin glistening with sweat, her body heat radiating from her intense fucking.
Pranav stood there without shame, his shorts tight, his dick’s shape impossible to miss, his grin smug and bold, not bothering to cover himself up, his bare chest shining in the moonlight.
“Karan, beta, oh honey, are you okay? what happened to make you throw up like this?” Mom asked in a soft, worried voice, kneeling beside me and grabbing my shoulders with warm, trembling hands.
Her body heat intense, burning from fucking Pranav, her dress damp with sweat, clinging to her curves, her breath heavy with the musky smell of their dirty acts.
“Are you feeling sick? Did something hurt your stomach?” Her voice was full of care, her eyes searching mine for answers, her concern real despite her betrayal of Dad, her skin hot from riding Pranav’s cock, her pussy wet and her asshole freshly licked, the room’s air thick with their stench, making it hard for me to breathe without gagging.
“I ate some bad food at dinner, Mom, probably that leftover chicken—it just made me sick real quick,” I lied smoothly, keeping my voice calm and clever to hide that I’d been spying through the keyhole, watching her betray Dad with Pranav. Which was a good thing she was doing to betray my dad.
My heart raced, my dick throbbing harder, knowing she was a slut but acting like a loving mom, her hands stroking my arm gently to comfort me, her touch warm and sweaty, her dress barely covering her naked body underneath.
“I’m okay now, just needed to get it out,” I added, my voice steady, pretending innocence.
“Karan, my love, what were you doing out here so late, Karan why aren’t you in bed?” she asked, her voice full of care, her eyes looking nervously to Pranav, who smiled back at my mom with a wicked, knowing grin, aware their secret could slip out at any moment from now.
“Were you feeling sick all night? Why didn’t you call me?” Her body heat was overwhelming, her skin burning from fucking Pranav, her pussy and virgin asshole claimed by him, the room’s air thick with the stench of their dirty acts, her dress sticking to her sweaty skin, her big breasts pressing against the fabric as she breathed heavily, trying to act normal in front of me.
“Don’t worry about anything, just rest,” he added, his grin sly, his hand patting my shoulder, his mind clearly on Mom’s body. I nodded, pretending to be sleepy, my heart racing, knowing I’d sneak back to the keyhole as soon as he left.
My dick throbbing at the thought of seeing more. I waited a few minutes, the house quiet except for the faint creak of the floor as Pranav walked back to the bedroom, his steps heavy and deliberate, the sound fading as he reached the door.
I slipped out of bed, my feet cold on the wooden floor, my shirt still damp with sweat, and crept back to the keyhole, the air thick with a shitty, stinky smell of mom's asshole that hit me hard, burning my nose and making my eyes water, stronger than before.
I didn’t know why it was so intense, but I peeked through the keyhole and saw Pranav with three fingers deep in Mom’s asshole, her big butt raised high, her face buried in a pillow, her moans loud and wild.
“Ohhh, God, Pranav, it’s too much!”—her voice shaky with pleasure, her body rocking with his fingers. The smell of her stinky asshole was overwhelming, filling the room, but my horniness was stronger, my dick throbbing so hard it drowned out the disgust.
ethanol gas near my locationMy hand stroking as I watched, the moonlight casting shadows of her trembling ass on the wall. Mom wasn’t complaining now, her pussy dripping, her asshole stretching, the bed creaking loudly, sweat soaking the sheets, the air thick with their filthy stench.
“Is this better than Anil, Sonia? Tell me how it feels my fingers in your dirty hole,” Pranav asked, his voice filthy, his fingers moving deeper, the squelch loud and wet.
“Do you like my fingers in there? What’s your favorite thing to eat? What do you do when you’re not with Anil?” His questions were random, his grin wicked, his eyes locked on her trembling ass.
“Ohhh, it feels so good, Pranav, but it’s so wrong!” Mom moaned, her voice breaking, her ass shaking as she answered. “I like… ohhh, pizza, and I read books when I’m alone, but please, don’t ask me that!”
He was asking her those questions to divert her attention from him fingering her asshole.
Her questions were scattered, her mind trying to shift away from the filth, her moans loud “Mmm, God, it’s too much!”—her body trembling with pleasure, her asshole stretching wider.
“Pizza’s good, but I like meat, your asshole, stinky and raw,” Pranav grinned, his fingers twisting in her asshole, stretching it more. “What else do you like? What’s your favorite place to go? And don’t lie—tell me you love this,” he said.
“I couldn’t sleep, Mom, just felt restless and was walking around the house,” I said, keeping my voice innocent and my eyes wide, acting like I didn’t know about her fucking Pranav in the bedroom.
“But mom, why aren’t you sleeping? It’s so late—what were you doing with Pranav in there?” I asked, watching her squirm, my dick twitching at the thought of her lies, my heart pounding with excitement and disgust.
“Is everything okay? You look kinda tired,” I added, pushing her to lie more, my voice curious. “We were just talking, honey, nothing more,” Mom lied, her voice steady and smooth, her face calm despite the panic in her eyes, making her a great liar who could hide her fucking Pranav behind sweet words.
“Pranav came over to check on us since your dad’s away, just making sure we’re okay,” she said, her hands rubbing my arm to comfort me, her dress clinging to her sweaty body, her big breasts heaving as she breathed.
The moonlight catching the sweat glistening on her neck and chest, her bare pussy and breasts hidden only by the thin fabric she’d pulled tight. “He’s just being a good friend, helping out,” she added, her voice soft, her lie perfect, her eyes flicking to Pranav again, nervous but composed.
“You okay, kid? That’s a lot of puke on the floor,” Pranav said as he wiped my puke using a mopper, his voice sounding concerned but fake, stepping closer with his bare chest shining in the moonlight, his dick still bulging in his shorts, impossible to miss, his grin smug and unapologetic.
“Need some water or medicine to settle your stomach? You look pale,” he asked, his eyes looking to Mom, his hand twitching like he wanted to touch her again, his boldness making my stomach twist.
“I’m fine, just need some water or maybe medicine,” I said, my voice steady, glancing at his shorts where his big dick was clear, Mom’s eyes also looking at his shorts, her face turning redder, amazed at its size even now as if she was wanting it.
Her body trembling slightly from his presence. “It was just a one-time thing, I think,” I added, keeping my voice calm, my heart pounding, knowing she was still drawn to him, her body betraying her even as she tried to act like a mom in front of me.
Pranav walked to the sitting room after mopping the floor, his steps heavy on the wooden floor, but as he passed Mom, he slapped her big butt, the smack loud and sharp.
Her ass jiggling under the thin dress, the sound echoing in the quiet house, making my dick throb harder at the filthy act. “What was that noise, Mom?”
I asked, my voice curious, acting innocent, knowing Pranav was disrespecting her right in front of me, my heart racing with excitement and disgust.
In Mom's Mind: Ooh Pranav is so confident slapping my big butt right next to my son. Oohh I feel so hot but I should control myself or else my son will know my darkest side. Ooohh yesss! I just want to continue to be fucked my Pranav, it feels so good cheating on my husband. I hope Karan sleeps soon so that Pranav will fuck me all night, oohh my pussy is itching.
“Oh, it was nothing, honey, just bumped into the table by mistake,” Mom said quickly, her face flushing redder, forcing herself to stay calm because I was there, her eyes shooting Pranav a sharp look.
Her hand waving slightly to signal him to put on a shirt, her eyes pleading, scared I’d notice his half-naked body and probably his massive dick inside his shorts and suspect their dirty secret.
Pranav ignored her signal, his grin growing smugger, his dick still big and obvious in his shorts, not caring if I saw, his boldness making Mom’s panic worse as she tried to keep me from knowing she was a slut.
Fucking Pranav while Dad was away, betraying my poor dad, her body still hot and sweaty from their acts, her dress barely covering her naked curves.
Pranav grabbed a glass of water and a pill from the shelf in the sitting room, his movements slow and deliberate, his eyes sneaking glances at Mom’s thick ass, his dick twitching in his shorts as he walked back to us.
I know he was looking at it because he wants to fuck her ass for the first time tonight and I will watch it.
“Take this, Karan, it’ll help you feel better,” he said, handing me the pill with a calm but fake voice, his fingers brushing mine as he passed it over, his grin sly.
I noticed it was a sleeping pill, meant to knock me out so they could go back to fucking, their secret safe from me. I pretended to swallow it, popping it into my mouth and then slipping it into my pocket with a quick move, making sure they didn’t see, my heart racing at the thought of staying awake to watch more of their filthy acts.
After we relaxed at the sitting room for 10mins, both of us three, mom asked me, “How are you feeling now, honey? Is the pill helping your stomach?”
Mom asked, her voice soft and worried, her hands still on my shoulders, her eyes searching my face for signs of sickness, her body heat overwhelming, her dress damp with sweat, her breath heavy with the musky scent of their sex.
“Do you need anything else, maybe a cold cloth?” she added, her concern deep, her voice trembling slightly, trying to act like a mom despite her betrayal.
“I’m okay, Mom, just need to rest a bit,” I said, my voice calm, pretending to be sleepy, my eyes catching Pranav’s hand brushing Mom’s hip again, his fingers lingering, his grin dirty and shameless, making Mom tense up, her face reddening.
“I’ll be fine soon, don’t worry mom, just go and chat with Pranav” I added, keeping my voice innocent, my dick throbbing at Pranav’s bold moves, Mom struggling to stay calm in front of me.
“I’m going to sleep with you tonight, Karan, to make sure you’re okay,” Mom said, her voice gentle, her eyes nervous, clearly trying to escape Pranav’s grip and stay with me instead, her hands adjusting her dress to cover herself fully, her movements shaky, her face flushed with guilt.
“You need someone to watch over you,” she added, her voice soft, her lie subtle, trying to get away from Pranav’s touch. “Why are you sweating so much, Mom? And why are you wearing so little?”
Dear friends, My mom, a good whore, betrayed my innocent, stupid dad for Pranav, and I’m all for it. She’s a rotten mother, and I love that she doesn’t care about my dad anymore. Betraying dad was her shining moment, the best thing she ever did in her life, shaking off his pathetic loyalty like dust.
Dad doesn't know. I’m thrilled to follow her wicked path, eager to mirror her cold-hearted ways. I love how she is a hypocrite. Sometimes hypocrisy is really good. My pathetic dad deserves to be betrayed even if he is a good dad, I don't care.
I am a product of my slutty mom and I love to be immoral also without remorse.
In the future, I’ll chase that same raw, selfish freedom, stomping on anyone who’s too soft, just like my mom. Her betrayal is my inspiration, and I’ll proudly walk her shameless road. She really inspires me to be immoral and I love it.
I asked, keeping my voice innocent, my eyes wide, acting like I didn’t know about her good adulterous cheating sex with Pranav, watching her struggle to answer, my dick throbbing at her discomfort.
“It’s like you were running or something,” I added, pushing her to lie more, my voice curious. “It’s really hot tonight, honey, that’s why I’m sweating,” Mom said, her voice quick but smooth, pulling her dress tighter to look proper in front of me.
Her bare breasts and pussy hidden only by the thin fabric. “I was just relaxing in light clothes, didn’t expect you to be up so late,” she added, her lie clever, her face calm, hiding the truth of her slutty acts.
“I’ll put on something more when we get to your room,” she said, her voice steady, trying to sound normal like a good mother but I know good mothers are always the bad mothers who do bad things.
“You’ll be fine, kid, that pill will help you sleep,” Pranav interjected, his voice fake-sweet, his eyes flicking to Mom with a knowing grin, his hand brushing her ass again, making her flinch, her face reddening even more.
“Your mom and I were just catching up, nothing to worry about,” he said, lying right to my face, his dick still bulging in his shorts, his boldness making my heart race with excitement and disgust.
“You rest, and we’ll handle everything,” he added, his grin sly, his hand lingering on Mom’s hip, making her tense up more.
“I’m okay, Mom, I’ll go sleep now,” I said, my voice soft, acting innocent but wanting to watch them fuck again, my dick throbbing at the thought of their filthy acts continuing.
“You can keep doing what you were doing with Pranav, like you said, just talking,” I added, smiling to pretend I believed her lie, my heart pounding with anticipation, knowing I’d sneak back to the keyhole.
Pranav’s grin widened, and he turned to Mom, his voice low and commanding, his eyes burning with lust. “Sonia, get back to the bedroom—let’s finish what we started,” he said, grabbing her arm and pulling her slightly, not caring that I was there.
His dick twitching in his shorts, his bare chest shining with sweat. “Karan’s fine, he’ll sleep it off,” he added, his voice firm, his eyes locked on Mom’s trembling body.
Pranav guided me to my room, his hand firm on my shoulder, his grip strong, his bare chest still sweaty, his shorts tight with his big dick bulging, making my stomach twist again with disgust and arousal.
I really wondered how that big dick entered my mom's pussy and now maybe he is going to fit it inside my mom's stinky asshole.
He tucked me into bed, pulling the blanket over me, his movements slow, his grin fake as he acted like a caring friend, his eyes flicking toward the door, eager to get back to Mom.
“Sleep tight, Karan, you’ll feel better soon,” he said, his voice smooth but not real, his words empty as he planned to return to fucking Mom.
His voice teasing, his fingers relentless, the squelch louder. “I like… ohhh, chocolate, and going to the beach,” Mom gasped, her moans wild—“Ohhh, please, it’s so good!”—her body shaking harder. “Yes, I love it, but it’s so bad, Pranav what you are doing is so not good aahhhh”
Her words mixed shame and pleasure, her asshole opening more, the stench stronger, the bed creaking wildly. “Sonia, women only give their assholes to men they truly love,” Pranav said, his voice low and dirty, his fingers moving faster, stretching her hole.
“Is that why you’re letting me do this? Because you love me more than Anil? Do you feel more alive with me?” His eyes burned with obsession, his fingers relentless.
“No, ohhh, I don’t love you!” Mom moaned, her voice loud—“Mmm, please, stop!” My mom was denying him, her ass pushing back against his fingers, her body betraying her words.
“I’m just… caught up, but yes, I feel alive!” Her asshole stretched wider, the squelch echoing, her moans wild— “Ohhh, God!” “You sure you never did anal, Sonia? Not even with that good for nothing Anil?” Pranav asked, his grin wicked, his fingers deep, twisting in her filthy asshole.
“Be honest—has that fool ever touched this perfect ass? Ever made you feel this good?” His voice was cruel, his fingers relentless. “Never, ohhh, never!” Mom moaned, her voice breaking—“God, Pranav, please!”—her ass trembling.
“Anil never did this, never touched me there, never made me feel like this!” Her words were desperate, her body shaking with pleasure, the stench of her asshole filling the room. “Did Anil ever ask for anal, Sonia? Ever want this tight hole?”
Pranav pressed, his fingers circling, pushing deeper, his voice cruel. “Tell me, does he even care about your body? Does he know what you need? Does he know that a woman must be fucked in her asshole?" His grin was smug, the squelch loud.
“No, he never asked,” Mom gasped, her moans loud—“Ohhh, mmm!”—her face buried deeper in the pillow. “He never wanted it, never tried, never knew what I needed!”
Her voice was shaky, her asshole stretching more, the stench stronger, the bed shaking. “Then he doesn’t love you, Sonia,” Pranav said, his voice sharp, his fingers relentless.
“A man who loves his woman claims every part of her—especially her asshole. Anil’s a loser, ignoring this perfect hole. Why stay with him if he can’t give you this?”
His words were filthy, his grin smug, the moonlight catching the sweat on his face. “Why do you say that?” Mom moaned, her voice trembling—“Ohhh, God, it’s too much!”—her ass pushing back, her body betraying her doubt.
“Anil loves me, he’s good to me, but… ohhh, this feels different!” Her words were weak, her asshole opening wider, the stench overwhelming. “He’s a fool who doesn’t know your body,” Pranav growled, his fingers moving in different ways, circling, pushing, stretching her asshole wider, the squelch loud and wet.
“He doesn’t deserve you—look how you’re opening your asshole for me. You were made for this, Sonia.” His voice was cruel, his fingers relentless, the bed creaking, sweat dripping from Mom’s body, her moans filling the room—
“Ohhh, Pranav, please!”
In Mom’s Mind: I think Pranav is right—Anil never touched my asshole, he didn't want my asshole, never even asked for anal sex, while my married friends talk about their husbands giving them anal, saying it’s what men do when they love you.
I’m starting to doubt if Anil really loves me because he never used my asshole, but my body is craving for Pranav’s touch, feeling alive in a way Anil never made me feel. I’m so guilty, betraying Anil like this, letting another man claim my most forbidden hole, but it feels so good, so thrilling.
God, please forgive me for this sin, for loving this filthy act.
Pranav kept fingering her asshole, switching between slow, deep pushes and quick twists, his middle, index, and ring fingers stretching her tight hole, the squelch loud and wet, her ass shaking, sweat dripping onto the sheets, her big breasts bouncing as she rocked, her moans wild—
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