Adultery The Motherly Slut of Paschim Vihar

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I couldn't shake the image from my mind -the way Sahil's hands roamed over my mom's body, her moans echoing through the house like some forbidden symphony. It had been days since that night at Spice Route, where I'd followed them and watched from the shadows as their "dinner" turned into a heated display of touches and whispers.

Back home, they'd escalated to full-on foreplay on the couch, her leopard-print leggings peeled away, his mouth devouring her curves while she played with his cum like it was the sweetest nectar. I'd hidden upstairs, my heart pounding, my body betraying me with an erection I couldn't ignore. And now, here I was, Bunty, sitting across the dining table from them, pretending everything was normal.

Mom - Seema Arora, though I'd never call her that to her face; and Sahil were deep in conversation, their voices low and laced with that intimate laughter that made my stomach churn with jealousy. Sahil wasn't family; he was my college buddy, the guy I'd shared cricket practices with, the one who'd wormed his way into our home under the guise of "helping out."

At first, Mom had resented him - yelling about extra mouths to feed, her Punjabi temper flaring like a summer storm. But now? She was all smiles, her full lips curving as she leaned in, her salwar kameez hugging her 36D breasts and wide hips in a way that made it hard to look away. At 38, she was a vision - creamy skin, long black hair that fell like silk, and eyes that could melt steel. And Sahil, that cocky 18-year-old with his boyish grin and lean build, was eating it up.

Watching them, I felt a twisted envy. Mom had stopped nagging me about studies; instead, she doted on Sahil, and he lapped it up like a puppy - or more like a wolf in sheep's clothing.

Mom laughed suddenly, a rich, throaty sound that sent a shiver down my spine. "Oh, Sahil, you're terrible! Telling jokes like that at dinner."

I forced a smile. "What's so funny?"

"Nothing, beta," Mom said, her eyes twinkling as she glanced at Sahil. "Sahil was just sharing a silly story. Hey, he brought a new movie CD. Finish your dinner, and we'll watch it in my room. I'll make chai for us please."

I shook my head, feigning exhaustion. "Nah, I'm beat. Practice was killer today." Truth was, I'd spent the last two nights with a girl from college - her parents out of town, us tangled in sheets for hours. But really, I couldn't stomach watching them "watch a movie." Not after what I'd seen.

Mom pouted playfully, her lips full and inviting. "Come on, Bunty. You never have time for us anymore."


Sahil grinned at me, that knowing smirk making my blood boil. "Yeah, man. It'll be fun."

I mumbled an excuse and retreated to my room, collapsing on the bed. The house was quiet, but my mind raced with flashbacks - Mom's moans as Sahil bit her thighs, her fingers in his hair, pulling him closer. I drifted off, but thirst woke me around 1 AM. Groggy, I stumbled to the kitchen for water, then heard it - a soft giggle from upstairs.

My heart raced. Mom's room. Lights seeped under the door. I crept closer, kneeling at the keyhole like that fateful night. What I saw hit me like a cricket ball to the gut.

Mom was on the edge of the bed, topless, her saree and blouse discarded in a heap.



Her creamy breasts heaved, nipples hard and dark like chocolate buds. Sahil, fully naked, knelt before her, his mouth latched onto one nipple, sucking greedily while his hand pinched the other. Mom's fingers wrapped around his thick cock, stroking it slowly, her thumb circling the swollen head, smearing precum along the shaft.

I froze, my breath shallow. This was my mom - the woman who'd scolded me for dirty shoes, now whimpering as Sahil's tongue flicked her nipple, his teeth grazing the sensitive flesh. Her hand pumped him faster, the veins on his cock bulging under her grip.

"Mmm, Sahil... you're so hard for Aunty," she purred, her voice husky with lust.

He released her nipple with a pop, grinning up at her. "You make me this way, Aunty. Your tits are perfect - so full, so juicy."

He squeezed them together, burying his face between them, motorboating her cleavage while she giggled and stroked him harder.

I unzipped my pants, my own cock springing free, hard and throbbing. Shame burned in my chest, but I couldn't stop watching.

Mom pushed Sahil back gently, cupping his heavy balls. "Let me taste you first," she whispered, lowering her head. But Sahil pulled her up, kissing her deeply, their tongues dueling in a wet, sloppy embrace. His hands slid down, hooking into her petticoat, yanking it off along with her panties. Her pussy was exposed - full of wetness, lips swollen and glistening.

Sahil spread her thighs wide, his fingers tracing her slit. "Fuck, Aunty, you're soaking. This cunt is mine tonight." He plunged two fingers inside, curling them to hit her G-spot, making her arch and moan. "Yes... finger me, beta. Make Aunty cum."

I stroked myself slowly, matching his rhythm, my eyes glued as he finger-fucked her, her juices coating his hand. Mom's hips bucked, her breasts bouncing with each thrust. "Lick me, Sahil... please..."

He dove in, his tongue lapping at her clit like a starving man. Mom's head fell back, her moans growing louder -  "Ohhh, yes! Suck my pussy... deeper!" She grabbed his hair, grinding against his face, her ass lifting off the bed. Sahil's tongue delved into her folds, slurping her nectar, his nose buried in her bush. He added a third finger, stretching her, while his free hand pinched her nipple.

Mom's body trembled, her orgasm building. "I'm cumming... don't stop!" She screamed, her pussy clenching around his fingers, juices squirting onto his chin. Sahil lapped it up, groaning in delight.

Panting, Mom pulled him up for a kiss, tasting herself on his lips. "Your turn now," she said, flipping their positions.

She straddled his face in reverse, her ass cheeks spreading as she lowered her mouth to his cock. "Aunty wants to suck you while you eat me."

Sahil gripped her ass, pulling her pussy to his mouth again. "Fuck yes. Ride my face."

Mom engulfed his cock, her lips stretching around the girth, bobbing deepthroat-style. Saliva dripped down his shaft as she sucked, her tongue swirling the head. Sahil tongue-fucked her from below, his hands kneading her ass, one finger teasing her tight asshole.



I pumped faster, precum leaking, the scene too hot—Mom's cheeks hollowing as she blew him, her pussy grinding on his tongue. Sahil moaned into her cunt, "Aunty, your mouth is heaven... suck harder!"

She did, gagging slightly but taking him deeper, her throat convulsing around him. Sahil slipped a finger into her ass, making her yelp in pleasure. "You like that? Dirty Aunty loves ass play."
"Mmmph!" Mom hummed around his cock, the vibration making him buck. They built to a frenzy, bodies slick with sweat and juices.