Adultery Mom became shameless

[samanthasam]

Aisha's heart stopped dead in her chest as Ahmed's words hung in the air like a thunderclap. The clatter of her fork hitting the plate echoed in the quiet dining room, the remnants of their simple dal and rice dinner suddenly forgotten. She stared at her son, her face draining of color, her mind racing through a whirlwind of panic and shame. Under the table, her thighs clenched involuntarily, a fresh trickle of arousal mixing with the dried remnants from the night's debauchery still hidden beneath her loose salwar kameez.

'Ahmed... beta, what are you saying?' she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper, forcing a weak smile that didn't reach her eyes. She reached out a trembling hand toward him, but he pulled back, his chair scbanging against the floor.

'I saw it all, Mom,' Ahmed repeated, his voice steady but laced with a mix of fury and something else—hurt, confusion, maybe even curiosity. He leaned forward, his dark eyes locking onto hers. 'Last week, from the fence. You were in Raj uncle's backyard, on that table, with all those men. They were... they were taking turns with you. Laughing, calling you names. And you were loving it. Begging for more.'

Aisha's breath hitched. She could feel the heat rising in her cheeks, her nipples hardening against the fabric of her kameez as forbidden memories flooded back—the rough hands, the relentless thrusts, the hot spurts filling her up. 'No, Ahmed, you must have misunderstood. It wasn't like that. I... I was just—'

'Misunderstood?' Ahmed cut her off, his tone sharpening. He stood up abruptly, towering over her at the table. 'I heard everything. "Breed this '. bitch!" That's what you said. And the way you looked, covered in their... their stuff. Mom, how could you? We're '.s. Dad would roll in his grave.'

Tears welled up in Aisha's eyes, but beneath the guilt, a twisted thrill stirred in her core. She noticed the bulge in Ahmed's pants again, more pronounced now, straining against the fabric of his jeans. Her son, her own flesh and blood, was aroused by this? The thought sent a shiver down her spine, making her pussy clench. 'Please, beta, sit down. Let me explain. It's not what you think. Raj... he helped me when I was lonely after your father passed. It started small, but... it grew. I couldn't stop.'

Ahmed hesitated, his chest heaving with emotion. He paced a few steps away, running a hand through his hair. 'Lonely? That's your excuse? For letting a bunch of ***** guys use you like some cheap whore? I followed you a few times, you know. To the garage, that old temple. I saw the marks on your neck, the way you walk funny sometimes. And tonight, when you came home, you reeked of sex. Sweat and cum, Mom. Their cum.'

Aisha stood up slowly, her legs shaky, and moved closer to him. She placed a hand on his arm, feeling the tension in his muscles. 'Ahmed, I'm sorry you saw that. But it's my life. Your father is gone, and I... I have needs. Raj and his friends, they make me feel alive. Desired. In ways I never knew.' Her voice softened, almost pleading. 'Don't hate me for it.'

He turned to face her, his eyes dropping briefly to her chest, where her heavy breasts rose and fell with each breath. The outline of her pierced nipples, a secret gift from Raj, poked through the thin material. Ahmed swallowed hard, his bulge twitching visibly. 'Hate you? Mom, I... I don't know what to feel. It's wrong. But when I saw you there, moaning like that... it did something to me. I couldn't look away.'

Aisha's eyes widened. She stepped closer, her hand sliding up his arm to his shoulder. The air between them crackled with unspoken tension. 'What do you mean, beta? Did it... excite you?' The words tumbled out before she could stop them, her voice husky, laced with the same addiction that had consumed her.

Ahmed's face flushed, and he looked away, but he didn't pull back. 'I shouldn't say it. It's sick. You're my mom.'

'But you did see it,' she pressed gently, her fingers tracing down his chest. 'And you're hard right now, aren't you? Thinking about your mother getting fucked by those big ***** cocks.' The taboo words hung heavy, and Aisha felt a rush of wetness between her legs. She was crossing a line, but the fire in her wouldn't let her stop.

Ahmed groaned, his hands balling into fists at his sides. 'Stop, Mom. This isn't right.' But his body betrayed him, his erection throbbing as he shifted uncomfortably.

Aisha's resolve hardened. She glanced at the clock—late, the neighbors asleep. 'Let me show you it's okay. Just once. To understand.' Before he could protest, she sank to her knees in front of him, right there in the dining room, her hands fumbling with his belt. 'Ahmed, please. Let Mama make it better.'

'Mom, no—' he started, but his voice faltered as she unzipped his jeans and pulled them down, his boxers tenting obscenely. His cock sprang free when she tugged them lower—thick, veined, already leaking precum at the tip. Bigger than she'd imagined for her 20-year-old son. Aisha's mouth watered, her addiction roaring to life.

'Oh, beta, you're so big,' she murmured, wrapping her fingers around his shaft, stroking slowly. Ahmed gasped, his hands gripping the table edge. 'This is wrong... but fuck, it feels good.'

She leaned in, her tongue flicking out to lap at the precum, savoring the salty taste—different from Raj's, but just as intoxicating. 'Shh, just relax. Mama knows what to do.' She took him into her mouth, sucking gently at first, her lips stretching around his girth. Ahmed's hips bucked involuntarily, a low moan escaping him.

'God, Mom... your mouth is so warm,' he whispered, his resistance crumbling. Aisha bobbed her head, taking him deeper, her throat relaxing from all the practice with Raj's friends. She hummed around him, the vibrations making him shudder. One hand cupped his balls, massaging them lightly, while the other pumped the base.

Ahmed's hands tangled in her hair, not pushing, but holding on. 'I've jerked off thinking about it... about you with them. Imagining I was one of them.' The confession spilled out, raw and honest.

Aisha pulled back with a wet pop, strings of saliva connecting her lips to his cock. 'Then let me be your first. Fuck Mama's mouth, beta. Use me like they do.' She dove back in, sucking harder, urging him on.

He did, thrusting tentatively at first, then with growing confidence, his cock sliding in and out of her eager mouth. 'Yes... just like that. You're better than any porn,' he panted. Minutes stretched as he facefucked her, her gags muffled, tears of effort streaming down her cheeks. Finally, he tensed. 'Mom, I'm gonna cum—'

'Give it to me,' she urged, pulling off just enough to speak before swallowing him whole again. Ahmed roared softly, his cock pulsing as he shot thick ropes down her throat. Aisha swallowed greedily, milking every drop, her pussy aching with need.

When he finished, she stood, wiping her mouth, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. 'See? It's our secret. No one has to know.'

Ahmed slumped back into his chair, dazed, his cock softening against his thigh. 'What now? This changes everything.'

Aisha smiled slyly, adjusting her kameez. 'Now, we explore. But tomorrow, I have plans with Raj. Maybe... you can watch? Learn more?'

He nodded slowly, a spark of dark curiosity in his eyes. 'Yeah. Maybe.'

The next day, Aisha texted Raj: 'Bring the boys to the house this afternoon. Ahmed knows. He wants in.' Raj's reply buzzed back: 'Holy shit, Aisha ji. This is gonna be legendary. We'll be there at 3.'

Ahmed skipped his afternoon classes, pacing the living room with nervous energy. Aisha prepared, showering and slipping into a sheer nightie that hugged her curves, her new nipple piercings glinting under the fabric. No panties, of course—her pussy already slick with anticipation.

The doorbell rang, and Ahmed answered, his face a mask of awkward excitement. Raj strode in first, followed by Vikram, Sameer, and Karan, all grinning like wolves. 'So, the boy's in on it now?' Raj clapped Ahmed on the back. 'Good man. Your mom's the best fuck in town.'

Ahmed blushed but managed a nod. 'Yeah. I... saw some of it.'

Aisha emerged from the bedroom, her hips swaying seductively. 'Welcome, everyone. Ahmed, sit on the couch and watch how it's done.' She dropped to her knees in the center of the living room, the men surrounding her like predators.

Raj unzipped first, his thick cock slapping her cheek. 'Suck it, slut.' Aisha obeyed, moaning as she took him deep. The others followed, cocks out and ready. Vikram grabbed her tits, twisting the piercings. 'Look at these—perfect for pulling.'

Ahmed watched, transfixed, his hand drifting to his crotch as Aisha rotated between the cocks, slurping and gagging. 'Mom... you're incredible,' he muttered.

Sameer noticed. 'Hey, kid, join in. Your turn for her mouth.' Ahmed hesitated, then stood, pulling out his hardening dick. Aisha's eyes lit up as she switched to him, sucking her son's cock while jerking Raj and Vikram.

'Fuck, beta, you taste like home,' she purred between licks. The room filled with grunts and wet sounds, the gangbang igniting in their family living room.

They moved her to the couch, bending her over the armrest. Raj claimed her pussy first, slamming in balls-deep. 'Still tight, even after all this.' Aisha cried out, pushing back. 'Harder, Raj! Show Ahmed how you own me!'

Ahmed knelt in front, feeding her his cock again. Vikram took her ass, stretching it wide. Karan and Sameer waited their turns, stroking themselves. 'Kid, you ever fucked before?' Karan asked Ahmed.

'N-no,' Ahmed admitted, thrusting into her mouth.

'After us, you get her pussy. Virgin to milf—nice.'

The pounding intensified, bodies slapping, Aisha's moans muffled by cock. She came hard, squirting onto the carpet. 'Yes! Fill me up, all of you!'

Raj pulled out and came on her back, hot spurts painting her skin. Vikram followed in her ass, grunting as he unloaded. Sameer took pussy next, then Karan in her mouth, making her swallow.

Finally, they stepped back, leaving Aisha a panting, cum-dripping mess. 'Your turn, son,' Raj said, wiping sweat from his brow.

Ahmed positioned himself behind her, his cock sliding easily into her soaked, gaping pussy. 'Oh god, Mom... it's so hot inside you.' He thrust experimentally, then harder, the sensation overwhelming.

Aisha arched back. 'Fuck me, beta! Give Mama your seed!'

The men cheered him on as he pounded away, his inexperience making it frantic and raw. 'I'm close—' he gasped.

'Cum inside! Breed me like they do!' Aisha begged.

Ahmed buried deep and erupted, his load mixing with the others, flooding her womb. He collapsed over her, spent.

As the men dressed and left with promises of more, Aisha pulled Ahmed into a hug, their bodies sticky. 'Welcome to the family secret, beta.'

But outside, a neighbor's light flicked on. Had someone heard? The risk just made it hotter.

(To be continued)