Adultery My Shy Mom Seduced And Fucked by Sir Suresh

[nadia]

Hello, guys, hope you are all doing fine. I have been away for a while but I am back with a banger update. 

The past stories I wasn't updating because i wasn't getting enough replies or comments.

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After that wild night at the hotel, where I hid and watched Arjun Sir take control of my mom Sunita in a way that still gets my heart racing, things started to change big time. I couldn’t stop thinking about how Arjun Sir had gone hard on her asshole, pushing until her brown shit came out, covering his dick and the bed in that messy, smelly stuff. The way she moaned, all ashamed but loving it, gave me this weird thrill. 

I liked it because it felt like watching my mom break apart her good image, turning into someone dirty right in front of me, and it made me feel strong, like I was part of messing up her life with my dad Arvind. 


It was super wrong, seeing her asshole stretch out, shit leaking as she begged for more, the sheets turning dark with the sticky mess, the air heavy with that raw, earthy stench. I got a kick out of the shame and mess of it all, the way her body betrayed her under his relentless thrusts. 


Little did I know, I’d soon feel that same rush of breaking something, but this time with my friend Rahul and his girlfriend Priya.


Rahul and I had been close since college, always joking and sharing stuff, but it all went bad when Priya came into the picture. She was gorgeous, with a body that caught everyone’s eye—curvy hips, a soft laugh, and a smile that lit up everything—and being Arjun Sir’s daughter added a strange twist since he was already deep in my mom’s life. 


Rahul started dating her about a year ago, and at first, I acted fine, but jealousy started eating at me inside. 


I didn’t like him being with her; she seemed too good for him, or at least that’s what I kept telling myself as I watched them hold hands. Deep down, I wanted Priya for me, imagining her close to me the way my mom was with Arjun Sir, her voice trembling with that same mix of shame and desire. 



I fucked Priya and Rahul went quiet on her, blocking her calls and ignoring her messages. He didn’t want to talk to Priya at all, and it wasn’t just madnessthere was this deep, aching hurt in his eyes when I saw him at college the next day. 






Rahul was the kind of guy who showed his feelings, treating Priya like a princess with sweet dates—picnics by the lake, little gifts like handmade bracelets—and surprises like showing up with her favorite snacks. But when she picked me, it broke him. 

He saw it as the worst kind of betrayal, not just from her but from me, his best friend who he’d trusted with everything. Why didn’t he want to talk to her? Because every word from her would bring back the image of her choosing me, the sting of knowing I’d taken what he thought was his alone. 



And me? I felt good wrecking their relationship, this strange happiness bubbling up like when I watched Arjun Sir ruin my mom’s asshole. I was jealous of Rahul with Priya, seeing them laugh together, his arm around her waist, while I stood on the sidelines, my chest tight with envy. Taking her felt like getting back at him, like winning a prize that should’ve been mine all along. 


The next day, I woke up wanting to push it further. I decided to surprise Rahul and show him proof of what happened with Priya. Why? Because the jealousy wasn’t gone yet; I wanted to see him hurt, to watch him break like my mom did under Arjun Sir’s dick, shit oozing out as she cried in shame, her voice cracking with every thrust. 


When I got there, it was later that evening, the street quiet with the sun dipping low, painting the houses in warm hues. Their house was a simple twostory with a nice garden out front, usually kept tidy by Jaya, Rahul’s mom and my mom’s friend, with flower beds blooming and the grass neatly trimmed. 


But today, something felt off right away. As I parked my bike near the gate, I saw a brand new car in the driveway—a shiny black sedan with dark tinted windows and cool, gleaming rims that looked way too fancy for this neighborhood. Rahul didn’t have a car—he always relied on his old bike or walked with me to college—so this wasn’t his. 







It wasn’t Aarav’s regular SUV either.
I shook it off for a moment and went to the main door, knocking hard with my fist, the sound echoing in the stillness. No one answered. I knocked again, louder this time, waiting a few seconds, but still nothing. 


The door was locked tight, which was weird because Jaya was almost always home, busy with chores or the smell of her cooking wafting out—roti or curry, something warm and inviting. Why was it locked? Maybe they were out, or Rahul was inside, upset and ignoring everyone after the breakup, hiding in his room with the curtains drawn. 



I rang the doorbell, hearing its chime ring inside, a soft ding-dong that faded into silence. Just as I turned to leave, frustrated but plotting my next move, I heard footsteps behind me, steady and deliberate on the pavement.


I turned and saw Aarav, Rahul’s dad, the husband of Jaya, walking up with a suitcase in one hand and a duffel bag slung over his shoulder. He looked tired, his shirt slightly wrinkled from the journey, but there was a happy glint in his eyes, surprised to see me standing there. 


He’d been on a oneweek business trip, something about a work meeting in another city, and now he was back earlier than expected, his shoes scuffing the path as he approached. 


My stomach flipped—I was shocked and confused because Uncle Aarav showing up threw me off completely. If he found out why I was really there, to show his son a video that would hurt him, it could ruin everything—my friendship with the family, my reputation, all of it. 


Plus, with that strange car and the locked door, things felt unpredictable, like I’d walked into a puzzle I didn’t understand. I put on a smile, trying to act normal, my hands slipping into my pockets to hide the nervous shake.


“Hey, Uncle Aarav! Good to see you back,” I said, waving with a forced cheerfulness, my voice a little too loud in the quiet evening.
“Rajeev! What a nice surprise, my boy! Didn’t think I’d run into you here like this. How’s it going, kid? Keeping out of trouble, I hope?” 


Aarav answered, dropping his suitcase with a heavy thud and the duffel bag with a softer thump, then pulling me into a quick, warm hug. He smelled like plane air, that stale recycled scent mixed with a bit of cologne that had faded during the trip.
“I’m okay, just dealing with college stuff, you know, the usual grind. 


You look like you had a busy trip—did it go well?” I said, glancing at his bags, noticing the slight sag in his shoulders from carrying them.








“Oh, it was a long one, let me tell you. The meeting dragged on, but it ended early, so I caught the first flight back. Missed home, missed Jayas cooking—her dal and rice, you know how good it is. What brings you by? Looking for Rahul, maybe?” he laughed, wiping sweat from his brow with the back of his hand, his face lighting up at the thought of his wife’s food.


“Yeah, sort of. We had a fight recently, and I wanted to sort it out with him, you know, clear the air and get things back to normal,” I said, keeping it simple and vague, my mind racing to avoid spilling the real reason—the video that could blow everything up.
Aarav nodded like he understood, his eyes softening with that fatherly look. 


“Ah, friend troubles, huh? I remember those days with my buddies. Come in with me, no need to stand out here in this heat—it’s getting sticky. Grab a bag if you can, they’re heavier than they look after lugging them through the airport.”


“Sure thing, Uncle,” I said, stepping forward to pick up the duffel bag. It was heavy, the straps digging into my shoulder, probably stuffed with clothes, souvenirs, or work papers from his trip, the fabric worn but sturdy.


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Aarav led the way to the door, fumbling with his keys as we walked, the metal clinking softly in his hand. “So, how’s college treating you these days? Still keeping up with those grades, or are you slacking off a bit now that I’m not around to check?” he asked, his tone light and teasing as he shifted the suitcase to his other hand, the wheels scbanging lightly on the path.


“It’s okay, just a lot of homework lately, especially math—it’s killing me. But I’m managing, trying to stay on top of it,” I replied, trying to sound casual while my mind raced with worry. 


I hoped Rahul wasn’t home, or he might see me with that video and tell his dad Aarav how perverted I’d been, exposing my plan to hurt his son. The thought made my palms sweat.


“Good to hear, good to hear. Rahul’s been a bit off lately too—probably college stress, or maybe something else. Kids these days, always something on their minds,” Aarav said, finally pulling out his keyring from his pocket, the keys jingling as he sorted through them. 


“Picked up some spices from the trip—cinnamon and cardamom—thought Jaya might like them for her cooking. She’s always experimenting in the kitchen.”


“That sounds cool, Uncle. She’ll love that—her food’s already amazing, so this will make it even better,” I said, forcing a smile to hide the tension building inside. 


My heart was pounding, hoping Rahul wasn’t inside. If he caught me with that video, he’d tell Aarav everything, and I’d lose all respect in this house. I prayed he was out, maybe with friends or at the library, anywhere but here to witness my scheme.
Aarav slid the key into the lock, turning it with a soft click that broke the evening silence. 


“Strange, no one’s answering. Jaya’s usually around by now, humming to herself or calling us in for dinner. Wonder what’s going on,” he muttered, pushing the door open with a gentle nudge. I stepped in behind him, my pulse quickening as the cool air of the house hit me.


The place felt off right away—messy, not like the neat, welcoming home I knew. There was a glass tumbler shattered on the floor near the couch, water pooled around it like someone had knocked it over in a hurry, and cushions were tossed haphazardly, one hanging half-off the seat. Why was it like this? Jaya was always tidy, her house a reflection of her careful nature, with everything in its place—now it looked like a whirlwind had passed through.



“Wow, this is weird. Looks like a storm hit or something,” I said, my voice tinged with surprise as I took in the chaos, the glass glinting under the dim living room light.


Aarav frowned, setting his suitcase down with a soft thud and the duffel bag beside it, his brow furrowing deeply. “Yeah, you’re right. Jaya never leaves the house like this—it’s always spotless, every cushion fluffed, every surface dusted. Something’s definitely up here. Hold on a second—do you smell that?” He tilted his head toward the kitchen, his nose wrinkling as he sniffed the air.


I took a deeper breath and caught it—a strong, acrid burning smell, like something was cooking too hard, the scent sharp and stinging my nostrils. “Yeah, it’s strong. Smells like something’s burning—maybe food left on the stove?”


“Damn it, she must’ve left something on the stove and forgotten about it,” Aarav said, his voice rising with concern as he rushed toward the kitchen, his shoes crunching on the glass he didn’t bother to avoid. 

He reached the stove and turned off the burner with a quick twist, where a pot of rice was boiling over, steam hissing and escaping in thick clouds, the bottom scorched black and smoking faintly. “This could’ve started a fire if it went on much longer. She’s never this careless—always so on top of things in here.”


“Maybe Aunty Jaya ran out to grab something with Rahul? Like, maybe she needed an ingredient and took him along?” I suggested, trying to make sense of it, my eyes still on the ruined pot, the rice sticking to the sides in a burnt mess.


“Maybe, yeah, that could be it,” Aarav said, scratching his head as he stared at the stove, the steam slowly dissipating. “But this mess… it’s not like her at all. Let’s check around and see if we can figure this out.” 


We moved back to the living room, and that’s when I saw it—a bra hanging over the arm of the couch, light blue with a lacy trim, unmistakably Jaya’s by the size and style. My eyes widened, but I kept my mouth shut as we kept going. 


Then I spotted a man’s shirt on the floor, crumpled near the coffee table, a pair of dark trousers next to it, a leather belt coiled like a snake, a tie dbangd over a chair, and a pair of polished shoes abandoned by the hallway. 


Jaya’s underwear was next, a pair of black panties crumpled near the TV stand, the fabric twisted as if tossed aside. It hit me like a punch—someone had been here, and it looked like they were making out, maybe more, the evidence scattered like a trail of secrets.

I secretly took Jaya's underwear and i smelled them, ooooh the smell was so nice, it smelled as if it was just worn and removed few minutes ago.


“What the hell happened here, Rajeev? Any ideas what could’ve caused all this?” Aarav asked, his voice tight with confusion as he bent to pick up the shirt, holding it like it was foreign to him.


“I… I don’t know, Uncle. Looks like someone was in a real hurry, maybe dropped everything and ran out,” I said, playing dumb, my mind racing. 


I knew our college principal, Gaurav, had been with Jaya weeks ago—I’d overheard my mom mention it in a hushed conversation—but I didn’t recognize that car outside. 


Aarav didn’t know, and I wasn’t about to tell him, not yet, not when he looked so lost.
Before he could respond, a loud bang came from the master bedroom, a sharp crack like something heavy hitting the wall, followed by a woman’s moan


“Aaahh oohh!”—long and drawn out, vibrating through the house. My heart skipped a beat, a jolt of adrenaline shooting through me. Aarav’s head snapped toward the sound, his body tensing like he’d been stung.



“Did you hear that, Rajeev? That sounded like… like someone moaning,” he asked, his eyes wide, searching mine for confirmation, his voice trembling slightly at the edges.


“Uh, maybe it was a cat or something outside? Could’ve been the wind or a stray animal making noise?” I lied, my throat dry, knowing full well what it was. 


I’d heard Jaya moan like that before when Arjun Sir was here, her voice echoing through the walls, but I kept it to myself. Aarav was a good man, always kind to me, bringing me snacks when I visited, helping with my bike once, and I didn’t want to break his heart with the truth I suspected.


“Come with me, Rajeev. I need to check what’s going on back there—I can’t just ignore that,” he said, stepping toward the hallway with determination, his shoulders squared despite the uncertainty in his eyes.


“It’s probably nothing, Uncle. Just a weird sound, maybe a neighbor’s TV or something. We don’t need to—” I tried, my voice faltering, but he was set on it, his footsteps firm on the hardwood floor. 


As we walked, I noticed more signs—a tie hanging off the banister like it had been yanked off in a hurry, a woman’s earring glinting on the steps, a single drop of something dark that could’ve been wine. 


The moans grew louder—“Ooh yess, ooh baby, ohhh please don’t stop!”—and I knew Jaya was with someone, her voice rising and falling with each breath. Today could get ugly, and I didn’t want to be part of it, but I couldn’t back out now, not with Aarav leading the way.


We neared the bedroom, the door slightly ajar, a sliver of light spilling out into the dim hallway. A bad smell hit us—body odor, thick and stale, mixed with something musky, like sweat and intimacy left to linger. 


The moans grew clearer, richer—“Ooh yess, ooh baby, yess pound me harder, make me forget everything!” Jaya’s voice, no doubt, smooth and desperate, stretching out each word. She added, “Forget that useless husband of mine, he’s never made me feel like this—ohh, keep going, deeper!” not knowing Aarav was right there, just steps away.






To be continued....

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