Adultery Mom became shameless

[samanthasam]

The days blurred into a haze of secrecy and indulgence for Aisha and Ahmed. What started as a shocking revelation had twisted into something deeper, more addictive. Aisha woke each morning with a secret smile, her body still humming from the previous night's escapades. Ahmed, once so innocent, now stole glances at her during breakfast, his eyes lingering on the curve of her hips or the way her dupatta slipped to reveal the faint bruises from rough hands.

One evening, as the sun dipped low over the neighborhood, Aisha lounged on the couch in a loose robe, her legs parted just enough to tease. Ahmed sat nearby, pretending to scroll on his phone, but his gaze kept drifting. 'Beta, come here,' she said softly, patting the cushion beside her. Her voice carried that husky edge, the one that promised more than words.

Ahmed set his phone down and slid closer, his thigh brushing hers. 'What is it, Mom?' he asked, though he already knew. The air between them thickened, charged like before.

She turned to him, her hand resting on his knee. 'I've been thinking about what happened the other day. With Raj and the others. You were amazing. But I want more for us. Just us, sometimes.' Her fingers trailed up his leg, feeling the heat building.

Ahmed swallowed, his pants tightening. 'Mom, it's risky. What if Dad's friends find out? Or the neighbors? That light last time... someone might talk.'

Aisha leaned in, her breath warm against his ear. 'That's what makes it exciting, isn't it? The danger. Like when I first went to Raj's garage. Heart pounding, but I couldn't stop.' She kissed his neck lightly, her hand cupping the growing bulge in his jeans. 'Let me feel you, beta. Show Mama how hard you get for her.'

He groaned, unzipping himself without another word. His cock sprang out, hard and ready, the tip already glistening. Aisha wrapped her hand around it, stroking firmly from base to head. 'So thick, just like your father was. But you last longer.' She pumped him slowly, watching his face twist in pleasure.

Ahmed reached under her robe, finding her bare pussy wet and open. 'You're soaked already,' he murmured, sliding two fingers inside her. She gasped, rocking against his hand. 'Because of you, beta. Thinking about your cock filling me up.'

They moved together, her strokes matching the thrust of his fingers. Aisha's free hand guided his head down to her breast, and he latched on, sucking her nipple hard, tugging the piercing with his teeth. 'Yes, bite it. Make it hurt good.' She moaned, her pussy clenching around him.

But Ahmed wanted more. He pulled his fingers out and stood, pulling her robe open. 'Bend over the couch, Mom. I need to fuck you now.' His voice was rough, confident—lessons learned from watching the men use her.

Aisha obeyed, arching her back, presenting her ass to him. 'Take me, son. Pound your mother's hole.' Ahmed gripped her hips and thrust in, his cock stretching her wide. She cried out, pushing back to meet him. 'Deeper! Fuck me like you own this pussy.'

He did, slamming into her with wet slaps echoing in the room. His balls smacked against her clit, building her toward release. 'God, Mom, you're gripping me so tight. Better than anything.' Ahmed reached around, rubbing her clit in circles as he drove harder.

Aisha's orgasm hit fast, her walls pulsing around his shaft. 'Cum inside me, beta! Fill Mama's womb!' He grunted, burying deep and unloading, hot jets coating her insides. They collapsed together, panting, his cock still twitching inside her.

'That was intense,' Ahmed said after a minute, kissing her shoulder. 'But we can't keep doing this at home all the time. Too close to getting caught.'

Aisha nodded, a sly grin forming. 'You're right. Let's go out. Raj mentioned a party at the old warehouse tomorrow night. His crew will be there, and some new guys. You can join fully this time—no more watching from the sidelines.'

Ahmed's eyes lit up with a mix of nerves and thrill. 'New guys? Like, strangers?'

'Yes, beta. ***** men from the market, truck drivers—big, rough ones. They'll use me hard, and you can too. Or just watch if you want.' She squeezed his softening cock inside her. 'It'll be our adventure.'

The next night, they slipped out after dark, Aisha in a simple black abaya that hid her lack of underwear, Ahmed driving the old family car. The warehouse loomed on the edge of town, dimly lit with cars parked haphazardly outside. Music thumped faintly from within—Hindi beats mixed with laughter.

Raj met them at the door, his arm around a burly man with a thick mustache. 'Aisha ji! And the boy. Come in, come in. We've got twenty guys tonight. All waiting for the '. slut.' He slapped her ass through the fabric, making her yelp.

Ahmed tensed but followed, his hand on her lower back. Inside, the space was cleared—mattresses and blankets strewn about, bottles of cheap whiskey passed around. Men lounged in groups, shirts off, eyes hungry as Aisha entered. Whistles and catcalls filled the air.

'Look at her,' one man said, a tall driver named Baldev. 'Bet that veili's pussy is dripping already.'

Aisha shed her abaya, revealing her naked body—curves on full display, piercings catching the light. The men cheered. She dropped to her knees in the center, surrounded. 'Use me, all of you. My son watches and learns.'

Ahmed found a spot on a crate, his cock hardening as the first man—Raj—shoved his dick into her mouth. She sucked eagerly, gagging as he facefucked her. Baldev knelt behind, spreading her cheeks and licking her asshole before plunging his fat cock into her pussy.

'Fuck, she's loose but tightens up nice,' Baldev grunted, pounding away. Aisha moaned around Raj's shaft, her body rocking between them.

More joined: one grabbed her tits, pinching and slapping them red. Another fed her his balls to lick. Ahmed stroked himself through his pants, mesmerized. 'Go on, kid,' Raj said between thrusts. 'Get in there. She's yours too.'

Ahmed stripped and approached, his cock out. Aisha pulled off Raj to suck him instead, her tongue swirling around the head. 'Beta, yes! Join them.' The men laughed, encouraging him as he took her hand to jerk another cock.

They rotated her like a toy—double penetration with two in her pussy at once, stretching her limits. Anal with a third in her mouth. Cum splattered her face, tits, back. She begged through it all: 'More cocks! Fuck this whore harder!'

One man, a wiry guy named Ravi, tied her wrists with a belt and whipped her ass lightly with his hand. 'Take it, bitch. For betraying your faith.' The sting made her squirt, soaking the floor.

Ahmed took his turn in her ass, the tightness making him groan. 'Mom, it's so hot and tight back here.' He thrust steadily while a stranger fucked her pussy, the friction driving her wild.

Hours passed in a blur of sweat, grunts, and her endless orgasms. By the end, Aisha lay in a pool of cum, body marked and spent. The men filtered out, slapping Ahmed on the back. 'Good job, son. She's a keeper.'

As they drove home, Aisha leaned against Ahmed, her head on his shoulder. 'That was wild, beta. But next time, we invite more. Maybe even at the temple again.'

Ahmed nodded, exhausted but hooked. 'Yeah, Mom. Whatever you want.'

But as they pulled into the driveway, headlights flashed behind them—a security officer car? Or just a neighbor? The night held more secrets yet.

(To be continued)