Adultery Mom became shameless

[samanthasam]

Aisha was a good '. mom. She lived in a small house with her son Ahmed in a busy city. She always wore her veil and long clothes. She prayed five times a day and never missed the mosque on Fridays. Her husband died five years ago, so she raised Ahmed alone. She was 42, but looked young with her curvy body, big breasts, and round hips. Men stared at her, but she ignored them. She taught Ahmed to stay away from Hindus because they worshipped idols. 'They are not like us,' she said.

Next door lived Raj, a strong ***** man. He was 35, tall, with dark skin and muscles from his gym work. He fixed cars for a living. Raj smiled at Aisha every day. He said 'Namaste' and she replied 'Assalamualaikum' coldly. But deep inside, she felt a pull. One hot afternoon, Ahmed went to college. Aisha's car broke down. She called Raj for help.

Raj came over in his tight shirt. Sweat made his clothes stick to his chest. He bent under the car, his pants tight on his ass. Aisha watched from the window. Her heart beat fast. When he stood, she saw a big bulge in his pants. Her pussy tingled. She shook her head. 'Shame on me,' she thought. But that night, she dreamed of touching it.

Next day, Raj fixed the car for free. Aisha thanked him with tea. They sat in her kitchen. Raj's hand brushed hers. Electricity shot through her. 'You are beautiful, aunty,' he said. She blushed under her veil. 'Don't say that. I am '..' But her eyes went to his crotch. It grew big. She stared. Raj noticed. He grinned.

That evening, Ahmed was out. Aisha heard noise. Raj was in his backyard, shirtless, washing his body. Water ran down his chest, abs, to his shorts. The shorts got wet, showing the outline of his thick ***** cock. It hung heavy, long even soft. Aisha hid behind the curtain. Her hand went inside her salwar. She rubbed her wet pussy. ',.' forgive me,' she whispered. But she fingered faster, imagining that cock inside her.

She came hard, juices soaking her fingers. From that day, Aisha changed. She peeked at Raj daily. She cooked extra food and gave it to him, saying it was for Ahmed. Raj invited her inside once. Ahmed was at friend's house. Inside Raj's home, she saw ***** gods on the wall. She felt guilty, but excited. Raj hugged her goodbye. His hard cock pressed on her belly. It was huge, throbbing. 'Feel it, Aisha ji,' he whispered. She pulled away but her nipples were hard.

Nights became torture. Aisha masturbated thinking of Raj's cock. She whispered dirty words in Urdu. '***** lund... big ***** cock... fuck my '. pussy.' She stopped wearing bra at home. Her big tits bounced free.

One Friday, after prayers, Ahmed went to mosque with friends. Aisha went to Raj's door. She knocked. Raj opened, in towel only. 'Aisha? Come in.' She stepped inside, eyes on the tent in his towel. 'I need help,' she lied. Raj pulled her close. 'What help, my '. queen?' He kissed her neck. She moaned. Her veil slipped.

Raj yanked her kameez up. Her heavy breasts spilled out. Brown nipples erect. He sucked one hard. Aisha gasped. 'Haram... but don't stop.' She grabbed his towel. His cock sprang free. It was massive: 9 inches long, thick as her wrist, veins pulsing, brown head shiny with precum. Uncut foreskin pulled back. 'Oh Raj... your ***** cock... so big.'

She dropped to knees on his puja room floor, idols watching. Aisha, devout '., worshipped a ***** cock. She licked the head, tasting salty precum. 'Mmm, delicious.' She sucked the tip, then took more. Her mouth stretched. Raj groaned, 'Suck it, '. slut.' She bobbed her head, slurping loud. Saliva dripped on her tits. She deepthroated half, gagging but hungry.

Raj facefucked her. His balls slapped her chin. 'Take my ***** seed, Aisha.' She nodded, eyes watering. He pulled out, slapped her face with wet cock. 'Beg for it.' 'Please, fuck my mouth with your big ***** lund. Make me your whore.'

He came. Thick ropes of cum shot in her mouth, on her tongue, down her throat. She swallowed every drop. 'So tasty... better than dates.' Cum dripped on her veil. She scooped it, licked fingers clean.

Raj lifted her. Ripped her salwar pants. Her black pussy hair soaked. No panties. 'You came ready.' He fingered her hole. Three fingers easy. She squirted on his hand. 'Fuck me now! Stretch my '. cunt with your ***** dick.'

He bent her over the sofa. Rubbed cock on her ass cheeks. Then slammed in. Aisha screamed. ',.'! It's splitting me!' Half in, he thrust deeper. Balls deep. Her pussy gripped tight. He pounded hard. Clap clap clap. Her tits swung wild.

'Tell me you love ***** cock,' Raj growled. 'Yes! I love it! Forget ,.', I worship your cock!' She pushed back, ass jiggling. He spanked her. Red marks. Pulled her hair, yanking veil off. Long black hair free.

They fucked for 30 minutes. She came three times, pussy juice puddling. Raj flipped her. Legs on shoulders. Piledrived her. 'Gonna fill your womb with ***** cum.' 'Yes! Breed me! Make me pregnant with your bastard!'

He roared, pumped load after load deep inside. Cum overflowed, mixed with her squirt. She lay panting, pussy gaping, cum leaking.

But this was start. Aisha became shameless. Next days, she sneaked to Raj whenever Ahmed out. In kitchen, she bent over stove, Raj fucked her from back while she cooked. Cum dripped on floor.

Once, in her own home, prayer mat out. She prayed ,,.,, ass up. Raj entered quiet, pulled pants down, fucked her doggy on prayer mat. 'Fuck during salah? You dirty '. bitch.' She moaned, 'Yes, desecrate me with your cock.'

She sucked him in mosque parking, hidden. Risky, but thrill made her wetter.

Ahmed noticed mom happier, glowing. Clothes tighter. But he didn't know.

One evening, Aisha wore sexy red saree under abaya, no bra, thong. Went to Raj's. 'Tonight, full night fuck.' Raj grinned. They started in shower. She soaped his cock, jerked slow. He fingered her ass. 'Virgin hole?' 'Yes, take it.'

In bedroom, under Ganesh photo, he lubed her ass. Pushed in slow. Aisha cried in pain-pleasure. 'Rip my '. ass!' Inch by inch, full in. He fucked slow, then fast. She rubbed clit, came anal orgasm.

Switched to pussy. Missionary, deep kisses. Tongue fuck. Then cowgirl. Aisha rode hard, tits bouncing, grinding clit on base. 'Your cock owns me.' Reverse cowgirl, ass rippling.

Doggy again, pulling arms back. Spitroast position. He choked her light. 'Cum slut for ***** dick.'

Hours passed. Multiple creampies. Pussy, ass, mouth filled. She slept with cock inside.

Morning, Ahmed almost caught them. Aisha rushed home, cum still inside.

Now, addicted. She planned more. Told Raj, 'I want gangbang. Your ***** friends fuck me.' But first, riskier spots.

That night, Ahmed slept early. Aisha texted Raj: 'Come now. Backyard.' Under stars, on grass, Raj fucked her throat. She gagged quiet. Then bent her over fence. Fucked pussy hard. Fence shook.

Suddenly, Ahmed's window light on. They froze. Cock deep inside. Aisha bit lip. Ahmed looked out, saw shadows? Went back.

Heart pounding, they continued. Raj filled her again.

Aisha whispered, 'Tomorrow, bring friend. I need more cocks.' Raj nodded.

But as she snuck inside, Ahmed's door creaked...

(To be continued)