Adultery The Motherly Slut of Paschim Vihar

[bikiniking]

The days following that unforgettable midnight kitchen rendezvous blurred into a haze of restless nights and guilt-ridden days for me. It had been just over a week since I'd hidden in the shadows, watching Sahil dominate my mother, right there on the counter where she prepared our family meals.

The images replayed endlessly in my mind: her nighty hiked up, ass cheeks rippling with each brutal thrust, her moans - those breathy "aaahhh"s and "mmmh"s - echoing like a siren's call. She'd squirted across the floor like a fountain, then knelt to lap it up under his command, her tongue darting out greedily while he slapped her cheeks lightly and called her his

I'd cum in my boxers that night, hating the arousal that surged through me, but unable to stop stroking to the depraved sight. And the dashcam footage from Mayank's i20 - It paled in comparison now - What I saw was live action, in our home, it was visceral, the scents of sweat and sex lingering in the air long after they'd cleaned up.

At tis age, I was supposed to be focused on cricket practice, college assignments, and maybe chasing girls my age. Instead, I was trapped in this web of family secrets, my lean, athletic build tense with unspoken rage and twisted desire. Mom had changed subtly over the past month - her sarees tied lower on her hips, revealing the soft curve of her belly and that tantalizing navel; her blouses cut deeper, offering glimpses of her 36Dbreasts that made my throat dry.

She laughed more freely, her full lips curving into smiles that hid the hunger in her almond-shaped eyes. Dad, Subodh, remained blissfully ignorant, his MBA-fueled marketing trips keeping him away more often than not. Or so I thought. The house in Delhi's Paschim Vihar, with its three stories of upscale comfort marble floors, movie-like decor, and that community vibe Dad had raved about when we moved - now felt like a prison of whispers and hidden moans.

It was a humid Saturday afternoon when the next layer of the mystery began to peel away. Dad lounged in the living room, flipping through his phone, his salt-and-pepper hair neatly combed, dressed in a casual polo and slacks.

Dad: "Suno, I'm heading out to meet the old gang - Raj, Amit, and the others. Cards and a few drinks. Don't wait up; might be late."

He stood, planting a peck on Mom's cheek as she sat on the couch, her red saree dbanging elegantly over her curves, the blouse hugging her breasts just enough to show the faint outline of her bra. She looked up at him with that practiced wifely smile, but I caught the flicker in her eyes - a spark of anticipation that made my stomach knot.

"Have fun, ji," she replied, her voice smooth as silk.

"Don't lose too much this time. And drive safe the traffic's brutal." Her hand lingered on his arm a second longer than necessary, but Dad just chuckled, ruffling my hair as he passed me on the recliner.

"Bunty, beta, hit those books, don't slack off." I nodded mechanically, my mind already racing. 

As soon as his Honda City pulled out of the driveway, the engine fading into the Delhi bustle, Mom's demeanor shifted. She stretched languidly, her saree pallu slipping slightly to reveal more cleavage, and glanced at her phone.

A secretive smile tugged at her lips as she typed a quick message.

"Bunty, I'm going upstairs for a bit. Headache from this heat, might take a nap." She rubbed her temple theatrically, but her eyes sparkled with something far from fatigue.

"Sure, Maa," I muttered, pretending to scroll on my phone. But my heart hammered. I'd seen that look before. 

Sahil had messaged me earlier about "chilling," but I'd dodged him with a lame excuse about assignments. Now, I knew where he'd be chilling. I waited in my room, ears strained, until the doorbell chimed softly about half an hour later. Peeking from my window, I saw Sahil at the door, his lean frame in a tight t-shirt and jeans, that cocky grin flashing as Mom let him in secrettly. She glanced around nervously before pulling him inside, their hug lingering, her hand brushing his crotch discreetly. Giggles floated up the stairs as they ascended to her bedroom - the master suite, with its king-sized bed, soft lighting, and that air of sanctity now about to be defiled again.

I couldn't resist. Creeping out, I positioned myself outside the door, ear pressed to the wood, the keyhole offering a voyeur's paradise. The room inside was a sanctuary of afternoon light, sunbeams filtering through sheer curtains, casting golden hues on the neatly made bed with its silk sheets, the dresser adorned with family photos - me as a kid, Dad and Mom on their anniversary - and the faint scent of jasmine from her perfume mingling with the growing musk of arousal.

Sahil didn't waste a second, pulling Mom into his arms the moment the door clicked shut.

"Finally alone, meri Chikni. I've been rock hard all morning dreaming about your tight pussy gripping me, your moans in my ear," he murmured, his voice low and hungry, hands roaming her saree-clad body, squeezing her ass cheeks through the fabric, feeling the soft give under his fingers.

Mom melted into him, a soft "Mmmh..." escaping her lips as she pressed her curves against his hardness.

"Aaahhh... Sahil... with him out tonight, we have all the time we need. But be gentle... or rough—I can't decide." She winked playfully, her fingers deftly unbuttoning his shirt, exposing the lean muscles of his chest, tracing the lines with her nails.

They kissed passionately, tongues entwining in a wet, sloppy dance, her full lips sucking on his lower one, biting gently to elicit a groan from him. Sahil's hands worked the saree pallu free, letting it cascade to the floor like a red waterfall, revealing her blouse straining against her heaving 36D breasts, the hooks taut and begging for release.



"Ohhhh... your tits look incredible in this blouse, Aunty - so full, so inviting," Sahil growled, cupping them roughly, his thumbs circling the hardening nipples through the thin cotton, feeling them pebble under his touch. Mom arched into his hands,

"Mmmh... pinch them, beta... aaahhh... make Aunty's nipples throb for you." He twisted them gently at first, then harder, rolling the buds between his fingers until she gasped, "Ohhhh... yes... harder... mmmh, it hurts so good!"



The blouse came off next, hooks popping one by one with deliberate slowness, her breasts spilling free like ripe melons - full, heavy orbs with dark areolas the size of coins, nipples erect and dark like chocolate buds, begging to be sucked. Sahil pushed her back onto the bed, the mattress sinking under her weight as she bounced slightly, her saree now fully unwound, petticoat riding up her thighs. He stripped swiftly, his cock springing free - thick as my wrist, veined like a roadmap, the head swollen and leaking a bead of precum that glistened in the light. Mom licked her lips hungrily, eyes locked on it.

"Aaahhh... so big and ready for Aunty... mmmh, come here, let me taste that delicious cock."

She sat up, pulling him closer by his hips, her tongue flicking out to lap at the precum, savoring the salty tang with a "Mmmh... you taste like sin, Sahil... ohhhh, I could suck you all day." 

Her lips parted, engulfing the head, sucking gently at first, her tongue swirling around the ridge, then taking more, her cheeks hollowing as she bobbed. Wet slurps filled the room, her hand stroking the base in twisting motions, squeezing his balls lightly to make him groan.

"Aaahhh... yes... suck it deeper, Aunty... mmmh... gag on my cock like the slut you are." Sahil's hips bucked forward, fucking her mouth shallowly, her saliva dripping down his shaft, coating his balls as she deepthroated him, gagging with a wet "Gluck... aaahhh..." but not stopping, her eyes watering with effort and lust.



I knelt at the keyhole, my shorts tented painfully, hand slipping inside to stroke my own cock slowly, matching her rhythm. The sight of Mom's breasts heaving with each bob, her nipples brushing his thighs, was mesmerizing - her transformation from homemaker to cock-worshipping whore complete.

Sahil pulled out with a slick pop, strings of saliva connecting her lips to his glistening cock.

"Chal... get ready to be fucked nowWWW" He yanked off her petticoat and panties, tossing them aside, exposing her fluffy black bush matted with arousal, her pussy lips puffy and slick, clit peeking out like a pink pearl.

"Spread those legs wide... show me your hungry cunt." Mom complied, her fingers parting her lips to reveal the wet, pink interior, juices trickling down to her asshole.

"Ohhhh... look how wet Aunty is for you... mmmh, fuck me, Sahil... stretch this pussy with your thick cock."

He climbed between her thighs, rubbing his cockhead along her slit, teasing her clit until she bucked her hips. 

"Beg for it... tell me you're my dirty MILF slut." 

"Aaahhh... please, beta... Aunty's your dirty MILF slut... ohhhh... shove it in deep... mmmh, make me scream!" 

Sahil thrust forward, burying half his length in one go, her pussy stretching around him with a wet squelch. 

"Ohhhh fuck... so tight... aaahhh!" Mom cried, her back arching off the bed. He pulled back, then slammed in fully, bottoming out with a grunt, his balls pressing against her ass.

"Mmmh... feel every inch, Aunty... ohhhh... your pussy's like velvet," Sahil groaned, starting slow, deep strokes that made her toes curl. 

Each thrust elicited a symphony of moans from he...

"Aaahhh... yes... deeper... mmmh... grind it in... ohhhh god!"

He picked up speed, the bed creaking rhythmically, his hands pinning her wrists above her head for control.

"Take it all, raand saali... you're my fuck toy now."



Her tits bounced wildly with each slam, and he leaned down, capturing a nipple in his mouth, sucking hard while biting the bud. "Ohhhh... suck Aunty's tits... mmmh... bite them... aaahhh, yes, harder!"

They flipped, Mom on top now, straddling him reverse cowgirl, her ass facing him as she sank down onto his cock.

"Aaahhh... riding you like this... ohhhh... your cock hits so deep... mmmh!" She bounced, hips grinding in circles, her ass cheeks clapping against his thighs, the sight hypnotic.



Sahil slapped her ass, "Faster, slut... aaahhh... milk me with that tight cunt... ohhhh, yes!"

Mom's moans grew frantic, "Mmmh... spank Aunty... aaahhh... make my ass red... ohhhh, I'm cumming! Ohh mere rabbbaaa!!"

As she shuddered through her climax, Sahil flipped her onto all fours, doggy style.

"Abhi to aur chudegi tu, bend over properly... show me that juicy ass." He thrust in from behind, pounding with animalistic force, his balls slapping her clit wetly.

"Aaahhh... deeper... mmmh... fuck Aunty like a bitch... ohhhh!" He pulled her hair, arching her back, slapping her ass cheeks until they glowed pink.

"You're my whore... say it... aaahhh!"
"Ohhhh... Aunty's your whore... mmmh... cum inside... aaahhh, fill me!"

But Sahil pulled out, flipping her missionary once more, legs over his shoulders.

"One more position... squirt for me again." He rubbed her clit furiously while thrusting deep, building her up.

"Aaahhh... oh god... mmmh... squirting... ohhhh yes, beta!" Juices sprayed, soaking the sheets. Sahil roared, pulling out to cum - ropes splattering her tits, belly, and pussy in hot, sticky bursts.



Panting, Sahil's dominance surged: He slapped her cheek lightly,

"What a pathetic slut you are... aaahhh... squirting like a cheap whore."

Mom moaned, "Mmmh... yes... punish Aunty... ohhhh, more." He slapped the other, gripping her throat lightly,

"My obedient bitch... clean it all." Mom knew what to do next, and started to lap up all their juices from her body and her cotton bedsheet. Sahil slowly sneaked out to the attached washroom to pee and cleanup!!

As they cleaned, Mom's phone rang!! "Riya Delhi" calling...

"Oh baby, he was incredible... made me cum twice... aaahhh, so rough."

I put my ears tightly, trying to listen in as hard as I could... There was some static, bad connection maybe, she looked at the washroom door lovingly, grateful for her lover cleaning in there and put the phone on speaker.

The voice glitched - little thicker, husky and  "Details... did he slap you?" 

Mom giggled.. "Details later you tharki..."

Some laughter on the other end, I'm 50% sure it was not a woman...