Adultery Voyeur Son and Mom Anuradha's Secrets

[Lousy1995]

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The next morning, Mom looked visibly disturbed. She was unusually quiet and low, barely making eye contact with anyone. I could clearly see the guilt and confusion written all over her face — the after-effects of last night’s forbidden arousal were still haunting her. She moved around the house like a woman carrying a heavy secret, her cheeks occasionally flushing without any reason.

After lunch, we finally began our journey to the tea estate. Aravind had arranged a driver, and the journey was supposed to take nearly five hours. Aravind and the driver sat in the front, while Mom, Shalini Aunty, and I sat in the back seat.

Mom’s mood seemed slightly better than morning, but she was still somewhat reserved. However, the drugs Aravind had been feeding her for the past few days were clearly still working — her face had a constant soft glow, and she kept shifting in her seat restlessly.

After almost four hours of travel, when it was already getting dark, the car suddenly jerked and came to a halt. One of the tires had punctured badly. The driver inspected it and said it would take at least two hours to fix.

Aravind thought for a moment and suggested, “The estate is only about 30 minutes walk from here. We can walk the remaining distance.” Almost everyone agreed, except Shalini Aunty, who complained that her ankle was hurting. Aravind nodded understandingly and told her, “You stay with the driver. Once the car is fixed, both of you can come.”

So, the three of us — Aravind, Mom, and I — started walking along the quiet, misty road. Aravind walked ahead, while Mom and I followed a few steps behind.

Just fifteen minutes into the walk, the sky opened up. Light droplets turned into heavy rain within seconds. We were caught completely off guard. All three of us got drenched quickly. Mom’s thin saree started clinging to her voluptuous body like a second skin. Her tight blouse became almost transparent, clearly outlining the shape of her heavy breasts and hard nipples. The wet fabric stuck to her deep navel and the soft curve of her wide hips. It was an incredibly lewd sight.

I noticed Aravind frequently stealing glances at Mom’s soaked body, his eyes lingering on her chest and ass. The moment I looked at him, he quickly turned his head away, pretending to look at the road.

We took shelter under a small roadside shop. The rain showed no signs of stopping. After waiting for nearly twenty minutes, Aravind went to the shopkeeper, introduced himself as the owner of the nearby tea estate, and after some negotiation (and money), managed to get a large umbrella.

He came back and handed the umbrella to me.

“John, go back to the car and bring Shalini along with some dry clothes for all of us,” he said casually. “Anuradha and I will wait here. The rain is too heavy.”

Mom hesitated for a second but eventually nodded in agreement.

I took the umbrella and started walking back toward the broken car, my mind filled with suspicion. What is he planning? Before leaving, I turned back once and saw Aravind standing very close to Mom under the small shelter, both of them wet and alone.

I rushed as fast as I could. It took me only 8–10 minutes to reach the car. But when I arrived, the car was empty. Neither Shalini Aunty nor the driver was there. I searched around frantically but couldn’t find them.

Then I noticed a small bus stop nearby with a toilet at the back. I called out loudly, “Shalini Aunty!”

After a few seconds, Shalini came out of the toilet, looking slightly startled. “John? Why are you here?” she asked, sounding annoyed and in a hurry.

I explained what Aravind had told me. She listened but seemed impatient. “I’m not coming right now,” she said quickly. “I’ll join you all at the estate later. You take the clothes and go.”

Her replies were unusually fast and dismissive, as if she was trying to get rid of me. Feeling confused, I took the bag of clothes and started rushing back to where I had left Mom and Aravind.

When I reached the shop again after running through the rain, they were gone.

I asked the shopkeeper anxiously, “Where did they go?”

The old man replied, “They waited here for some time. Then they said there’s a small lodge nearby and asked me to tell you to come there if you returned.

My heart started beating faster.

I hurried toward the lodge, which was just a short distance away. The place looked old but decent, and strangely quiet. Almost all rooms seemed occupied, yet no one was visible outside.

I approached the receptionist and asked, “Did a man and woman come here a short while ago?”

“Yes sir,” he replied casually. “They took Room 108. Only one room was available since most rooms are booked.

A single room.

I walked silently toward Room 108. My hands were shaking as I stood in front of the closed door. Instead of knocking, dark curiosity took over. I looked around and noticed a broken glass window on the side of the room, partially covered by a curtain.

After making sure no one was watching, I quietly moved toward the window and peeked inside.

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