Adultery Mother's Secret

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I quietly went to a corner of the room where a lone plastic chair was bearing witness to the debauchery. As I sat down, Shekhar was pulling my mom down on his lap, and hungrily moving his hands all over her neck, back, and waist; his rough calloused hands navigating their way through her dense curtain of open hair.


My mom’s eyes were looking down and away, her breathing uneven. She was deliberately not looking at either me or Shekhar, as she sat on his lap with her legs outstretched, and her hand holding onto his bare shoulder tightly for balance.


Then in a swift fluid motion, Shekhar put his hands under my mom’s armpits, and half lifted, half pulled her down on the bed on her back, and the next moment he was on top of her, sitting over her, his legs straddling her hips.


He bent down over her, his left elbow on the bed next to her, and he started dragging his right hand over through her, starting from the top of her head. He dragged his hand erotically from her head, and then her face, and then the neck, and came to a stop at her chest which was heaving up and down, her pallu already down.


With a hungry look he licked his lips, and moved his head in my direction for just a flash of a second, and then he unhooked her blouse, revealing a cream coloured bra. My mom was gripping the bedsheet tightly in her palms as she lay there on her back, her head turned the other way, away from me.


He put his palm over the cup of her bra, and gave a squeeze. My mom’s breathing seemed to become slightly louder. He moved his fingers inside her bra from underneath, and his fingers played under the cream fabric for a few long moments, as her chest moved up and down, and her hands clutched the bedsheet tighter.


Then he deftly unclasped the hooks of her bra and pulled it aside, and I unconsciously licked my lips, my eyes glued shamelessly at my mom’s round voluptuous breasts that had popped open.


Shekhar moved his thumbs over her brown erect nipples in a circular motion. My mom let out a gasp of ‘ahh! huh! Haaaa!’


Shekhar looked at her, they had a short moment of eye contact, and then my mom averted her eyes again, and he smiled mischievously.


He bent down and gave a long deep kiss on her lips, and then he pulled back and whispered, “Good girl!”


My mom’s fair cheeks turned slightly red.


Shekhar pulled my mom’s saree completely off, she was wearing a petticoat underneath. He removed that as well. She was now only wearing a panty.


He started dragging his hand again, from her breasts, to her waist; he circled his thumb over her navel for a moment; and then down again, through her panty, and down to her thighs. He sensually rubbed her thighs, up and down, moving to her inner thighs.


My mom was breathing very audibly now.


Shekhar moved his fingers inside her panty, from underneath, just as he had done with her bra; and the moment his fingers touched some special secret spot underneath her panty, my mom gasped loudly, her mouth wide open in an ‘O’, sucking in air with a loud hissing sound, and then she started to moan, as he started moving his fingers inside her.


She was clutching the bedsheet harder than ever, and her upper body started to writhe up and down in an arc like she was possessed.


After a few long minutes, Shekhar withdrew his hand and pulled down her panty, which was soaking wet, and then in a flash he had pulled down his own pants and boxers. Just as I looked at his huge erect cock with a bulbous head, it disappeared inside my mom, as Shekhar mounted on top of her and gave a thrust.


The possessed writhing and moaning of my mom, which had taken a momentary pause, now resumed with a renewed intensity. Shekhar was thrusting slow and deep, and mom’s eyes were closed, and her hands wrapped around his back, pulling him closer.


Their feet were locked together, their toes dancing against each others lewdly.


The illicit lovers moved in an erotic rhythm.


As they kissed, thrusted, and moved, the bed was creaking.


My hand was inside my shorts, and I was masturbating shamelessly, vigorously.


I came in a gush of hot violent streams, long before they were done. I continued jerking myself for a few more moments, and then as a sense of the real world started dawning on me, I pulled up my shorts and quietly came out of the room.


Neither of them noticed me, lost in their own peaks of lustful sexual pleasure.


I could tell when my mom reached her climax, just by the crescendoed pitch of her moans.


And soon after, it was apparent that Shekhar had also reached his own climax, and I suddenly realized that he was not wearing a condom.


I watched through the open door, from the living room, as Shekhar got up from my mom several moments later, and rolled over to the bed on his back.


My mom didn’t move for a few minutes. And then she got up and heavily collected her undies one by one and put them on, without looking at Shekhar, and then put on her saree. Shekhar was resting his head on his elbows on the pillow and kept watching my mom get dressed in front of him.


When she was almost done dressing, Shekhar quickly got up and pulled on his boxers and pants.


I watched quietly as my mom gathered her hair up in a loose bun, and stepped out to the living room and started walking towards her room without looking at me. But just then, Shekhar came out with a few quick strides, and took her in a hug from behind.


He brought his face down next to hers, and then he turned his head towards me and looked me in the eyes. With a grin on his face, he turned and licked my mom’s neck. He squeezed her breasts, gave another lick near her ear, and then he withdrew himself, put on his shirt, gave me a mischievous grin, and stepped out of our house.


My mom’s eyes met mine. Neither of us said anything. She hung her head in deep shame, and turned and went to her room.