Adultery The Motherly Slut of Paschim Vihar

[bikiniking]

Around 2 a.m., thirst hit me like a brick...

My throat was dry from the cigarettes and the endless replay in my head. The house was silent, the Delhi night air thick with summer heat. I slipped out of bed in just my boxers, padding downstairs barefoot, the marble floor cool under my feet. The living room was dark, moonlight filtering through the curtains, casting shadows on the family photos - Mom smiling innocently with Dad and me. I snorted inwardly. Innocent my ass.

As I approached the kitchen, a soft giggle stopped me cold. Then a moan - low, throaty, unmistakable. My heart raced. Not again. I crept closer, peering around the corner. There they were, under the dim glow of the range hood light: Mom and Sahil, lost in their midnight tryst.

 

Mom was bent over the kitchen counter, her nighty hiked up around her waist, exposing her bare ass and thighs. She wasn't wearing panties - her fluffy black bush peeked between her legs, already glistening with arousal. Sahil stood behind her, shirtless, his jeans around his ankles, his thick cock standing proud, veined and throbbing. He had one hand on her hip, the other tangled in her long hair, pulling her head back gently as he ground against her.

"Oh, Sahil, beta... we shouldn't... Bunty's upstairs," Mom whispered, but her voice was husky, her ass pushing back against him eagerly. Her full breasts strained against the thin fabric of her nighty, nipples hard and poking through.

Sahil chuckled, his free hand sliding down to cup her ass cheek, squeezing the soft, jiggly flesh.

"Aunty, you say that every time, but look at you - dripping wet already. You love sneaking around, don't you? Knowing your son's just a floor away makes your pussy throb."

She moaned softly, biting her lip. "You're such a bad boy... making Aunty your slut. But yes... fuck me quick. I need that big cock inside me."

He grinned, pressing his body against hers, his cock nestling between her ass cheeks like a hot dog in a bun.

"Not so fast, Bitch. I want to savor this."

With that, he bent her further over the counter, her tits flattening against the cold granite, eliciting a gasp from her. Her ass lifted higher, presenting itself to him like an offering. Sahil dropped to his knees behind her, his face level with her exposed pussy and ass. He spread her cheeks wide, inhaling her musky scent - a mix of her arousal and the faint floral soap from her evening shower.

"God, Aunty, your ass is perfect - so round, so fuckable," he murmured, his breath hot against her skin. He leaned in, planting wet kisses on her inner thighs, working his way up. Mom shivered, her legs parting wider instinctively. "Sahil... please... lick me..."

But he teased her, his tongue tracing the crease where her thigh met her ass, avoiding her dripping core. "Beg for it, Aunty. Tell me what you want."

"I want your tongue... on my pussy... in my ass... make Aunty cum, beta," she whimpered, her voice breaking with need.

Satisfied, Sahil obliged, his tongue flicking out to lap at her swollen pussy lips. She was soaked, her juices coating his chin almost immediately. He groaned, the taste of her salty-sweet nectar driving him wild. 

"Mmm, so wet for me. Your cunt's like honey." He delved deeper, his tongue parting her folds, circling her clit before plunging inside her hot channel. Mom's hands gripped the counter edge, knuckles white, as she pushed back against his face.

"Oh fuck... yes... eat Aunty's pussy... just like that!" she hissed, her hips grinding in slow circles. Sahil's hands kneaded her ass cheeks, spreading them further, exposing her tight, puckered asshole. He pulled back briefly, admiring the view - her pussy lips puffy and red, clit engorged, asshole winking at him invitingly.

"You're such a dirty MILF, Aunty. Look at this little hole—begging for attention." He leaned in, his tongue tracing a wet line from her clit up to her asshole, circling the rim before probing gently. Mom jolted, a sharp moan escaping her.



"Sahil! Oh god... that's so naughty... lick Aunty's ass... yes!" She reached back, holding one cheek open, giving him full access. Sahil tongued her asshole deeper, his fingers sliding into her pussy, curling to hit her G-spot. The dual assault had her trembling, her juices flowing freely, dripping down her thighs.

I watched from the shadows, my cock tenting my boxers painfully. Part of me wanted to burst in, yell at them, but another part - the darker one - kept me rooted, hand slipping inside to stroke myself. The dashcam footage flashed in my mind: Mom's face in ecstasy as Sahil fingered her in the car. Now here, live, her body betraying her every "we shouldn't" with eager thrusts.

Sahil stood suddenly, his cock slapping against her ass. "Enough teasing. Time to fuck you, meri kutiya." He positioned himself, the thick head of his cock rubbing against her slick entrance. Mom arched her back, presenting herself fully.

"Yes... bend me over and fuck me hard, beta. Fill Aunty's pussy with that young cock." Sahil gripped her hips, thrusting forward in one smooth motion, burying himself balls-deep. Mom gasped, her mouth forming a perfect O, eyes rolling back as he stretched her.

"Fuck, Aunty... so tight... " he grunted, pulling back almost all the way before slamming in again. The kitchen filled with the wet slap of skin on skin, his balls swinging to smack her clit with each thrust. Mom's tits bounced under her nighty, the fabric riding up further, exposing more of her creamy skin.

"Harder... oh god, Sahil... pound Aunty's cunt... make it yours!" she begged, her voice echoing slightly in the quiet house. Sahil obliged, his pace brutal, hips pistoning like a machine. He reached around, fingers finding her clit, rubbing in furious circles. Mom's body shook, her ass rippling with each impact, the counter creaking under their weight.

"You're my slut now, Aunty. Say it," Sahil demanded, slapping her ass lightly, leaving a pink handprint.

"I'm your slut... Aunty's your dirty whore... fuck me anytime!" she cried, pushing back to meet his thrusts. Sweat beaded on their bodies, the air thick with the scent of sex - musky pussy, salty sweat, and that underlying floral note from her.



Sahil slowed suddenly, pulling out with a wet pop. Mom whimpered in protest. 

"Not yet. I want you on the floor." He spun her around, kissing her roughly, tongues battling as he lowered her to the cool marble. She lay back, legs spread wide, her nighty now fully open, breasts spilling out—full, heavy orbs with dark, erect nipples begging for attention.

"Missionary? Oh, beta... I love seeing your face while you fuck me," she cooed, pulling him down. Sahil positioned himself between her thighs, his cock sliding back into her with ease. He hooked her legs over his shoulders, folding her in half, allowing deeper penetration.



"Feel that, Aunty? Balls deep in your hot cunt," he growled, starting a slow, grinding rhythm. Each thrust hit her cervix, making her gasp. Her tits bounced wildly, and Sahil leaned down, sucking one nipple hard, biting gently.

"Yes... suck Aunty's tits... bite them... oh fuck!" Mom's hands roamed his back, nails digging in as he picked up speed. The position let him grind against her clit with every stroke, building her toward another peak. 

"I'm close... don't stop... make Aunty squirt!"

Sahil pounded harder, the floor slick with their sweat. "Cum for me, Bitch... soak the floor like the slut you are." Mom's body tensed, her pussy clenching around him like a vice. With a scream, she exploded—juices squirting out around his cock, spraying the marble in forceful arcs. "Oh god... yes... I'm squirting!"

Sahil pulled out, watching her convulse, more squirt puddling beneath her.

"Look at that mess, Aunty. You made a puddle like a good whore." He scooped some on his fingers, feeding it to her. She sucked greedily, eyes locked on his.

"Mmm... tastes so good... mixed with your precum," she purred.

But he wasn't done. "Up on the counter now."

He lifted her effortlessly, setting her ass on the edge of the granite, legs dangling. Her pussy was a mess—red, swollen, leaking her squirt and his precum. Sahil stepped between her thighs, thrusting back in with a grunt.

"Fuck me on the counter, beta... where I make your food," Mom teased, wrapping her legs around his waist. Sahil grabbed her tits, using them as handles as he fucked her hard, the counter shaking with each slam.

"You're so deep... hitting all the right spots... oh Sahil!" Her head lolled back, hair cascading down. Sahil sucked her neck, leaving hickeys, his hips a blur. "Cum for me, Aunty... one more time."



She did, her pussy spasming, more squirt splashing the floor. "I'm cumming again... fill me!"

But Sahil pulled out, stroking his cock furiously.


"Not inside... on you. Cum on Aunty's body like the slut she is." Ropes of hot cum erupted, painting her tits, belly, and pussy in thick white streaks.

As Sahil's cock softened, still twitching from the aftermath of his explosive release, he stepped back, admiring his handiwork - Mom's body painted in thick, glistening ropes of his cum, her tits heaving with each ragged breath, her pussy still quivering and leaking her squirt onto the counter's edge.

She looked up at him with that post-orgasm glow, a mix of satisfaction and lingering hunger in her eyes, her tongue darting out to lick a stray drop of cum from her lip. But Sahil's expression shifted, a dark, dominant smirk curling his lips as he grabbed her chin roughly, forcing her to meet his gaze.

"Look at you, Aunty," he growled, his voice low and commanding, laced with a cruel edge that sent a visible shiver through her.

He raised his hand and delivered a light slap to her cheek - not hard enough to bruise, but sharp enough to sting, making her gasp and her eyes widen in a intoxicating blend of shock and arousal.

"What a pathetic little slut you are, sau rupees wali randi. Bent over like a cheap whore in your own kitchen, squirting all over the floor while your son's asleep upstairs. You're nothing but a cum-dump for me now, aren't you? A desperate MILF who spreads her legs for her boy's friend, begging for cock like some street randi."

Mom's breath hitched, her cheeks flushing deeper - not from shame, but from the thrill of his words and the slap, her nipples hardening anew as she nodded submissively, whispering,

"Yes, beta... Aunty's your cheap slut... punish me more."

Sahil chuckled darkly, slapping her other cheek lightly, then gripping her throat just enough to assert control, his thumb pressing against her pulse.

"That's right - my obedient bitch. Clean up every drop."

He watched as she eagerly obeyed, her body trembling with masochistic delight, the dynamic igniting a new fire between them, turning their forbidden affair into something even more depraved and intoxicating.



Mom moaned, scooping some to taste. "Mmm... so much cum... waste not." She slid off the counter, kneeling in her squirt puddle, licking it up like a cat with cream.

I came in my boxers, hidden in the dark, shocked and aroused beyond belief. As they cleaned up, whispering naughty promises, I snuck back upstairs, the dashcam footage now paling in comparison to this live show. 

Sahil kept looking at her, with amusement and delight.

Slowly she started coming to her senses, her motherly self and with a little shame or guilt picked up her clothes and ran to her bedroom. Where her husband, my father was fast asleep.