Adultery Mom became shameless

[samanthasam]

Aisha's eyes widened as the headlights grew brighter in the rearview mirror. Ahmed gripped the steering wheel tighter, his heart pounding. 'Mom, what if it's the security officer? We smell like... everything.' He glanced at her, her abaya rumpled, hair messy, and faint streaks of dried cum on her skin.

She sat up straight, pulling the fabric around her. 'Slow down, beta. Don't panic. Maybe it's just Mr. Singh from next door, coming home late.' But her voice shook a little. The car behind them honked once, then pulled up beside them as Ahmed turned into the driveway. It was a black sedan, not a security officer cruiser. Relief washed over them as the driver rolled down the window.

'Raja? Is that you?' Aisha called out, recognizing the face. It was Raja, one of Raj's cousins, a stocky man in his forties with a beard and a gold chain around his neck.

He grinned, stepping out. 'Aisha ji! Saw your car from the road. Raj said you might be back late. Wanted to check if you need anything.' His eyes roamed over her, lingering on the way her robe clung to her curves.

Ahmed parked and killed the engine. 'We're fine, uncle. Just tired.' He got out, trying to act normal, but his legs felt weak from the night's exertions.

Raja laughed, clapping Ahmed on the shoulder. 'Tired? From what, boy? Raj told me you joined the fun tonight. Good for you.' He winked at Aisha. 'She must be worn out then. Let me help you inside.'

Aisha stepped out, her bare feet hitting the cool pavement. 'No need, Raja. We can manage.' But she didn't pull away when he offered his arm. Inside the house, the door clicked shut, and the tension from the drive melted away.

Ahmed locked the door and turned to them. 'That was close. I thought we were done for.' He ran a hand through his hair, still buzzing from the warehouse.

Raja nodded, settling on the couch without asking. 'Life's full of close calls, especially with a woman like her.' He patted the spot next to him. 'Come sit, Aisha ji. You look like you could use a drink.'

She hesitated, then poured three glasses of water from the kitchen— no alcohol in the house, but it was something. Handing one to each, she sat between them, her thigh pressing against Raja's. 'What brings you here really? Raj send you?'

Raja sipped, his free hand resting on her knee. 'Heard about the new guys tonight. Baldev couldn't stop talking about how you took two at once. Said your ass gripped like a vice.' He squeezed her leg gently. 'Thought maybe you'd want company to wind down.'

Ahmed shifted uncomfortably, but his cock stirred at the memory. 'Uncle, it's late. Mom needs rest.'

Aisha turned to her son, her hand on his thigh now. 'Beta, don't be shy. Raja's family. And after tonight, you know I don't mind sharing.' She leaned in, kissing Ahmed's cheek, then turned to Raja and did the same. The air grew heavy again, the scent of sex still clinging to her skin.

Raja's hand slid higher, under her abaya, finding her thigh slick with remnants from the party. 'Still wet, huh? Let me clean you up.' He pushed the fabric aside, exposing her pussy, red and swollen from the rough use.

Ahmed watched, his resistance fading. 'Mom... you sure?'

She nodded, spreading her legs. 'Yes, beta. Watch him. Or join.' Raja knelt between her feet, his tongue darting out to lick her folds, tasting the mix of cum from the men. Aisha moaned, her head falling back against the couch. 'Oh, Raja... that's good. Suck it all out.'

He lapped at her eagerly, his beard scratching her inner thighs. His fingers spread her lips, tongue plunging inside to scoop out the sticky load. 'Tastes like a dozen men in here. You really are a slut, Aisha ji.'

Ahmed unzipped his pants, pulling out his hardening cock. He stroked it slowly, eyes fixed on Raja's mouth working on his mother. 'Does it taste good, uncle? All that cum in her?'

Raja looked up, grinning with her juices on his chin. 'Best dessert. Want a turn?' He moved aside, and Ahmed leaned down, kissing her pussy tentatively at first, then bolder, sucking her clit.

Aisha threaded her fingers through his hair. 'Yes, beta. Lick Mama clean. Taste what those men left.' She bucked against his face, her arousal building fast.

Raja stood, dropping his pants. His cock was thick and veined, already leaking. 'My turn to fuck.' He positioned himself, rubbing the head against her entrance. 'Ready for more, whore?'

'Fuck me, Raja. Fill this '. pussy with your ***** dick.' Aisha pulled him in, gasping as he thrust deep. He pounded her steadily, the couch creaking under them.

Ahmed straightened, feeding his cock into her mouth. She sucked him hungrily, hollowing her cheeks, tongue swirling around the shaft. 'Mmm, beta's cock. So fresh compared to the old ones.'

Raja slapped her thigh. 'Old? I'll show you old.' He sped up, his balls slapping her ass. 'Gonna cum soon. Where do you want it?'

'Inside! Breed me like the others.' Aisha popped off Ahmed's dick to beg, then went back to sucking.

Ahmed groaned, face-fucking her gently. 'Mom, you're so full already. How do you take it all?'

She mumbled around him, 'Practice, beta. Lots of practice.' Raja grunted, burying deep and shooting his load, hot spurts mixing with the rest. He pulled out, cum dripping from her.

'Your turn, kid,' Raja said, stepping back. Ahmed took his place, sliding into the messy warmth. 'Fuck, it's slippery but tight.' He thrust hard, chasing his own release.

Aisha wrapped her legs around him. 'Cum in Mama, beta. Add to it.' Raja watched, stroking himself hard again.

Ahmed lasted longer this time, the slickness making it intense. When he came, he collapsed on her, panting. 'Love you, Mom.'

She held him close. 'Love you too. Both of you.' Raja chuckled, zipping up. 'I'll head out. See you soon, Aisha ji. Bring the boy next time.'

After he left, Aisha and Ahmed showered together, soaping each other's bodies. His hands lingered on her breasts, pinching the nipples. 'That was unexpected,' he said, rinsing her hair.

She smiled, soaping his cock. 'Life is full of surprises. Makes it exciting.' They dried off and slipped into bed, her body curled against his. Sleep came easy, but dreams were filled with more men, more nights.

The next morning, sunlight filtered through the curtains. Ahmed woke to Aisha cooking breakfast, her in a simple salwar kameez, looking every bit the proper widow. But he knew better. 'Morning, Mom. Sleep okay?'

She turned, smiling. 'Like a baby. You?'

'Yeah. But my body's sore.' He rubbed his shoulder, remembering the warehouse pushes.

She set plates down. 'Eat up. We have plans today.'

Ahmed raised an eyebrow. 'Plans?'

'Raj called. Wants us at the garage this afternoon. Some customers coming by—truckers needing a break.' She sat across from him, her foot nudging his under the table.

He ate quickly, excitement building. 'New guys again?'

'Yes. And this time, you can pick who goes first.' Her eyes sparkled with mischief. 'Or I can.'

By afternoon, they arrived at the garage, the air thick with oil and heat. Raj greeted them with hugs, his hands wandering on Aisha. 'Right on time. Three drivers inside, waiting. Big ones from Punjab.'

Ahmed followed her to the back room, where three men sat on crates, smoking. They were burly, shirts unbuttoned to show hairy chests. One, with a turban, eyed Aisha hungrily. 'This the woman Raj promised?'

Raj nodded. 'Aisha ji. '. beauty for you ***** bulls.'

She stripped slowly, letting them see her full figure. 'Use me however you want. My son's here to watch or join.'

The men stood, circling her. The turbaned one, Gurpreet, grabbed her tits first, squeezing hard. 'These are heavy. Milk them for us.' He pinched her nipples, making her gasp.

Another, Harjit, dropped his pants, his cock long and curved. 'Suck this, randi.' He shoved it into her mouth, holding her head.

The third, Sukh, knelt behind, fingering her ass. 'Tight hole. Ever taken three at once?'

Aisha pulled off to answer. 'Yes. Stretch me.'

Ahmed stripped too, his cock ready. He approached, and she took him in hand, stroking while sucking Harjit.

They lifted her onto a workbench, Gurpreet lying back so she could ride his thick cock in her pussy. Sukh lubed up with spit and pushed into her ass, the double stretch making her scream in pleasure. Harjit fed her his dick, muffling her cries.

Ahmed stood beside, jerking off until Gurpreet waved him over. 'Kid, fuck her mouth with me.' They took turns, her lips stretched around both heads.

The room filled with grunts and slaps. 'Pound that ass!' Raj cheered from the door. Aisha's body shook, orgasms ripping through her as they filled every hole.

Gurpreet came first, flooding her pussy. Sukh followed in her ass, pulling out to spray the rest on her back. Harjit unloaded down her throat, making her swallow.

Ahmed took the pussy next, slipping into the cum-filled warmth. 'So messy, Mom. Feels amazing.' He fucked her until he added his load.

The drivers dressed, tossing tips to Raj. 'Best stop ever. We'll be back.'

As evening fell, Aisha and Ahmed drove home again, her head on his lap. 'Another good day, beta.'

He stroked her hair. 'Yeah. But what about tomorrow? college for me, and you?'

She looked up. 'Work at the shop. But after... maybe we visit the temple. Raj said the priest wants a private session.'

Ahmed's pulse quickened. 'The temple? With people around?'

'Exactly. The risk.' She unzipped him, leaning to suck his cock as he drove carefully. 'Our secret life, beta. It just keeps growing.'

They arrived home sated, but the pull of more adventures lingered, promising endless nights of taboo pleasure.

(To be continued)