Adultery Voyeur Son and Mom Anuradha's Secrets

[Lousy1995]

CHAPTER-2

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After that, I saw Aravind come out of Mom’s room quietly. He was carefully locking the door from the outside using his spare key. That’s when it hit me — this wasn’t the first time he had done this. He had been sneaking into her room like this even the previous night. Without even glancing in my direction, he walked casually toward his own room as if nothing had happened.

Through the slightly open door of his bedroom, I saw Shalini Aunty lying completely motionless on the bed, still knocked out cold from the drug.

The door closed behind him with a soft click.

I stood there in the dark corridor for a long time, my heart hammering. Shame, guilt, and disgust flooded through me like poison. What kind of son am I? I had just stood there and watched another man fuck my unconscious mother like a whore… and I had cum twice while doing it. The weight of my failure crushed me.

Completely overwhelmed, I dragged myself back to my room, locked the door, and collapsed onto the bed. My mind kept replaying every single scene — Aravind’s cock sliding in and out of Mom’s pussy, her unconscious moans, the way her big breasts bounced with every thrust, the sound of his balls slapping against her. I felt sick with guilt, yet my cock was still half-hard.

I slapped myself hard across the face. Once. Twice. The sting felt good. At least I could still feel something other than this twisted pleasure.

Eventually, exhaustion took over and I fell into a restless sleep.

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Suddenly in my dream, I saw Mom riding Aravind’s cock right in front of me, her heavy breasts bouncing wildly as she moaned like a slut. She looked straight into my eyes and said coldly, “This is my new husband now, John. I can’t live with you pathetic men anymore. Aravind is the only real man for me.” I screamed “Mom!” and woke up with a jerk, sweating and breathing heavily.

It was just a nightmare.

A small wave of relief washed over me, but it didn’t last long.

I freshened up and stepped outside. Shalini Aunty and Aravind were already sitting in the garden, casually drinking coffee and chatting like a normal couple on vacation. Aravind greeted me with a bright, innocent smile, “Good morning, John!” as if he hadn’t spent half the night destroying my mother’s pussy.

Mom still hadn’t come out.

I walked to her door and knocked gently. There was a long silence before I heard her weak voice, “Who is it?”

“It’s me, Mom.”

After a few seconds, the door opened. Mom stood there in a simple cotton nighty. Her face looked flushed, her eyes slightly glassy. She quickly pulled me inside and closed the door.

“John… what exactly happened last night?” she asked, her voice low and hesitant. She looked confused and vulnerable.

I lied smoothly, “We came back from sightseeing, had dinner, I got an important call so I went to my room to talk. You and Others went to rooms after that.”

She stared at me for a moment, searching my face. Then she asked with visible discomfort, “Did… did anyone come into this room yesterday night?”

My heart skipped a beat

“I don’t know, Mom,” I replied, keeping my voice steady.

She looked away, clearly disturbed. I gently touched her shoulder and asked softly, “Mom, are you okay? You look really tense. Did something happen?”

For a brief second, her eyes softened. She placed her hand over mine and gave me a small, tired but affectionate smile — the same loving smile she had given me since I was a child. That one wholesome moment made my chest tighten with both love and guilt.

“Nothing da,” she said quietly, “I just have a very bad headache. I’m going to take a bath.”

She gently pushed me out of the room and closed the door.

A few minutes later, Mom finally came outside wearing a simple saree. Aravind greeted her normally, acting like the perfect gentleman, completely different from the beast who had fucked her senseless last night. Shalini Aunty asked if she was feeling alright. Mom just nodded and said she had a migraine.

When I asked about the day’s plan, Mom immediately said, “You three go ahead. I’m not feeling well.” Shalini Aunty also backed out, saying she had a headache too. So the entire day’s plan was cancelled.

While roaming outside the house, I found two small empty medicine covers on the ground. I picked them up and quickly searched on my phone. Because of the low signal tower in this area, there was almost no internet — I could barely load the pages. After struggling for a few minutes, I finally managed to check what the medicines were.

One was the same powerful sedative Aravind had mixed in the food. The other was a strong sleeping pill combined with aphrodisiac-like properties that dramatically increased body heat, sensitivity, and sexual arousal.

My stomach dropped.

I now understood exactly what was happening.

Later that afternoon, while passing near the kitchen, I saw Aravind secretly mixing the white powder into a glass of juice. He handed it to the caretaker and clearly instructed her to give it only to “Anu madam.”

Aravind then left the house with Shalini, casually roaming around Ooty and shopping as if he had nothing to do with any of this. He was playing the perfect innocent host while secretly dominating the entire house.

I felt an intense wave of rage. I wanted to march up to him, beat him into a pulp, and drag Mom out of this place. But I couldn’t. This was his house. He controlled everything here. I was completely helpless.

The caretaker gave the juice to Mom. She drank it without suspicion.

Within thirty minutes, the effect became visible.

Mom’s fair cheeks turned deep pink. Her breathing grew slightly heavier. I could clearly see her hard nipples poking through the thin fabric of her blouse. She kept pressing her thighs together unconsciously, shifting uncomfortably on the sofa. Her body was clearly burning with unwanted arousal, yet her face showed confusion and embarrassment.

Throughout the day, the caretaker kept serving that special “herbal mooligai juice” to Mom every few hours. Each time, Mom’s condition worsened — flushed face, glossy eyes, restless body, and visible discomfort mixed with something dangerously close to lust.

She kept saying she wasn’t feeling well.

And this pattern continued for the next two days.

We never went out anywhere. I only went out once in the car to buy some things. Mom stayed inside most of the time, claiming she was unwell, but I could see she was physically fine — just extremely horny because of the continuous drugging.

Even though I hated myself for it, I couldn’t stop the twisted excitement that grew inside me every time I looked at her.

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