Adultery My Mother Surrounded By Lust

[Braxx57]

That's when I noticed that my mother was only wearing a purple nightgown. The neckline of the nightgown wasn't very revealing, but my mother's 39G breasts were really too big. They not only made the thin nightgown look bulging, but the neckline was also stretched very tightly. Her round breasts were high and firm, and I could even vaguely see two tempting protrusions.

"Hehe, I knew you were faking it! Do you want Mommy to blow on it for you?"

My mother suppressed her smile, her charming eyes carrying a hint of teasing. Before I could respond, she leaned forward, slightly pouting her red lips, and gently blew a breath at me.

Her rosy lips were slightly full, and the size of her lips was as delicate and petite as cherries. Even without lipstick, her lips were still very sexy, and they shone with a moist and delicate luster under the light.

A gentle breeze caressed my face, bringing a sweet and intoxicating fragrance.

Feeling slightly embarrassed, I subconsciously lowered my eyes, but in an instant, I felt even more awkward.

At this moment, the mother leaned forward, revealing a tight and deep cleavage from the neckline of her pajamas. Her two round, full breasts were high and firm, like two huge, tempting balls of flesh.

The hem of her skirt rose up due to her sitting posture, almost stopping at the top of my mother's thighs.

Her snow-white thighs were quite plump, appearing slightly thick, but they looked perfect on my mother's 176cm height. Not only did they look very harmonious, but the tender white flesh also exuded a mature and sensual feel.

At this moment, her two long, beautiful legs were exposed naked, as flawless as solidified jade.

Looking at my mother's voluptuous body, I couldn't help but be slightly stunned, and memories from the past flooded back.

After entering puberty, I was infatuated with my mother for a period of time.

My mother is stunningly beautiful with a hot figure. At 176 cm tall, she is exceptionally tall and has been pampered for a long time working in a state-owned enterprise. Every gesture she makes exudes a dignified, elegant, and graceful charm, making her a rare and exceptionally beautiful woman.

It's perfectly normal for such a perfect woman to attract me, but as I've gotten older, this distorted infatuation has faded away.

Looking back now, it was probably just a teenage impulse, and had nothing to do with romantic feelings between men and women.

Then I thought of my goddess, Ms. Rita. My mother and Ms. Rita have almost the same figure, both of them are voluptuous beauties with big breasts and big hips. In my eyes, they are definitely top-notch beauties. But I am very clear about Ms. Rita. It is not an impulse, but a real attraction!

I quickly snapped out of it, abruptly shifting my gaze from my mother, and said somewhat awkwardly, "Mom, it's okay, it's okay, I'm fine! You should go to sleep, it's still quite cool at night, be careful not to catch a cold!"

Mom smiled and said with satisfaction, "Rohan has learned to care about others now? Okay, Mom's going back to her room. Rohan, you should get some rest too!"

After saying that, Mom stood up and walked gracefully to the door. Before leaving, she reminded him again, "Rohan, remember what your mother said. Get along well with the other person and don't be willful!"

"Okay, Mom!" I sighed helplessly.

After seeing my mother out of the room, I lay on the folding bed and couldn't fall asleep.

This folding bed is not only very narrow, but also very uncomfortable to sleep on. You're afraid of falling to the ground if you turn over, and it also makes a creaking sound.

　　The study is not very spacious, so I can't even change the bed. In all my years, when have I ever suffered such a cramped feeling?

　　The thought of sleeping here for the next three years makes me want to die!

　　That bastard made me suffer like this for no reason, and my mother still wants me to get along with him. Get along with him my ass! I'm already being nice by not giving him a hard time!

　　The more I thought about it, the worse I felt. I was filled with resentment towards that guy I hadn't even met yet! And that loud slap from my dad—it was all that bastard's fault!

　　The next day.

　　Last night I tossed and turned in bed, not knowing what time I finally fell asleep. I was restless all day, and I was listless in class because of lack of sleep. I even got scolded by the teacher for dozing off. I was really angry.

　　I finally got out of college, but as soon as I got to the corridor, I ran into Ms. Rita walking towards me.

　　Ms. Rita was as beautiful as ever, with delicate features, flowing hair, and a beautiful face adorned with light makeup. A light-colored dress accentuated her voluptuous figure, while her sexy black stockings and five-centimeter white high heels gave her a dignified and elegant appearance.

　　"Rohan!"

　　"Ms. Rita?"

　　I looked at her in surprise, wondering if she had just happened to be passing by or had come specifically to find me. Then I remembered the request I had made to my teacher yesterday, and my handsome face suddenly turned pale.

　　Did Ms. Rita come here specifically to ask me this?

　　I was really worried, but just what I was thinking came true!

　　Ms. Rita stood up straight, revealing a charming smile, and pulled me aside, asking softly, "Rohan, how's the matter I asked you to inquire about yesterday?"

　　“This…” I looked at Ms. Rita nervously, my expression slightly embarrassed.

　　When I got home yesterday, I had a fierce argument with my dad. I was so angry that I completely forgot about the whole thing.

　　I told myself I couldn't tell the truth, otherwise Ms. Rita's impression of me would definitely suffer.

　　"Ms. Rita... I'm sorry, my dad had a business dinner yesterday and wasn't home. I waited until very late but he still didn't come back. But don't worry, teacher, I'll definitely find out for you today!"

　　My mind raced, and I quickly came up with a plausible excuse, trying my best to control my expression.

　　A hint of disappointment flashed in Ms. Rita's eyes, but she smiled and said, "It's alright. Principal rajat is very busy, and everyone understands. It's good that Rohan remembers it."

　　She naturally noticed Rohan's expression, but she didn't think much of it, assuming it was just his embarrassment.

　　Having lived for over thirty years, Ms. Rita has never doubted her charm; this young man is already completely under her spell!

　　"Alright, I have some things to take care of, Rohan, you should go home now." After saying that, Ms. Rita smiled and turned to leave.

　　The teacher probably didn't notice anything, right?

　　Watching my teacher's graceful figure disappear into the distance, I stood there, lost and forlorn.

　　This was originally a great opportunity to spend time alone with Ms. Rita, and I might even gain a lot of favor from the goddess. But everything was ruined because of "that person". I feel worse than if I swallowed a fly!

　　What a terrible year!

　　I clenched my fists in resentment; my impression of "that person" was absolutely terrible!

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　　"Aunty, tell me quickly! Tell me! How do you maintain your youthful appearance? You look like a woman in her twenties!"

　　"Pfft! That's not how it is at all. Auntie is almost forty!"

　　"You're lying! Auntie looks like she's only in her early twenties!"

　　As soon as I got home, my mother's gentle voice and another unfamiliar voice came from inside. My expression changed slightly; I knew the uninvited guest had arrived, and a feeling of irritation and disgust welled up inside me.

　　I changed into slippers and quietly went inside, where I saw two people sitting side by side on the sofa.

　　My mother sat upright with her back straight and her posture proper. Her two delicate white hands were placed on her thighs, displaying the dignified demeanor of a well-bred lady.

　　Her stunningly beautiful face was like a poem or a painting, her outstanding temperament was elegant and graceful, and her rosy lips were adorned with a shy and charming smile.

　　An eighteen-year-old boy was sitting next to my mother.

　　The boy had ordinary features and an average appearance; he was neither ugly nor good-looking, the kind of person you would never glance at in a crowd.

　　He was very short, with a frail and thin body, almost no flesh on his body. When he straightened his back, he only reached his mother's shoulder. He was probably not even 1.5 meters tall.

　　The little boy had a big smile on his face and was chatting happily with his mother. He looked innocent and naive, but his narrow eyes completely ruined his image, giving him a sleazy and sinister look.

　　Is this Dad's friend's son? He's so short!

　　"Pfft! Sunny, you're exaggerating! Auntie is 37 years old now, so please stop making fun of me!"

　　My mother's face flushed slightly, her expression charming, and a captivating shyness lingered between her brows. She seemed somewhat affectionate towards this man, whether out of politeness or because he had praised her, it was unclear.

　　"Aunty, stop hiding it and tell me the secret! My mom is about your age, but her skin is obviously not as good as yours. If I know, I can tell my mom and make her happy. I hope she can become as beautiful as you!"

　　The "child" had a very sweet tongue, rattling off a string of words, full of praise for his mother. His eyes were fixed on his mother's beautiful face, a strange light shining in them.

　　"You silly child!"

　　My mother's beautiful face looked even more charming. She turned her face away shyly, but she couldn't hide her overflowing joy. Her reserved smile gradually turned into a touching shyness.

　　"Auntie doesn't have any secrets. She just drinks more water, eats more fruit, does yoga occasionally, and uses ordinary mass-market skincare products."

　　"Haha, no wonder Auntie maintains such a perfect figure, it turns out it's because she exercises regularly!"

　　Sunny gave an innocent smile and took the opportunity to look his mother up and down. When his mother looked away, he stared intently at her large, plump breasts.

　　The innocence in his eyes vanished in an instant, replaced by a lewd greed!

　　That bastard! He actually peeked at Mom's breasts!

　　Today, as always, Mom wore delicate light makeup. Her eyebrows were slender and long, like painted green mountains in the distance; her eyes were charming and captivating, like a pool of autumn water.

　　Black eyeliner and light brown eyeshadow accentuated Mom's captivating eyes, making her look not only incredibly refined but also subtly alluring and charming.

　　Beneath her high, delicate nose, her rosy lips were painted with vibrant lipstick, the moist sheen delicate and captivating, like a tender, ripe red cherry, exquisite and luscious. Her beautiful features were like a masterpiece of nature, perfect without the slightest flaw.

　　A black dress hugged her full figure, and she wore a black strapless top under her blazer.

　　Beneath her gracefully curved neck, her enormous 39G breasts stretched her tight strapless bra to the point of bursting, resembling two towering mountains reaching into the clouds, undulating in a breathtakingly alluring curve.

　　The deep cleavage was forced through the tight strapless bra, creating a dark opening that was even more alluring against the backdrop of the surrounding breasts. At first glance, the firm, large breasts would become the focus of a man's gaze.

　　Sunny's gaze then shifted downwards again, looking towards his mother's even fuller lower body.

　　Her slender waist was tightly bound by the suit jacket, and then her gentle curves rose sharply, outlining a large, round buttocks on both sides.

　　The skirt rode up as she sat, revealing two sexy legs clad in flesh-colored stockings.

　　My mother's thighs were plump and fleshy, and the tight skirt hem slightly accentuated the fullness of her thighs. The semi-transparent flesh-colored stockings were stretched into a thin layer by her fleshy thighs, making her extremely fleshy look almost burst out. The entire smooth silk-stockinged leg exuded a seductive and alluring mature fleshy scent.

　　The slender calves and thighs form a striking contrast, yet the proportions are perfectly balanced, harmonious and graceful. Any more would be too plump, any less would be too thin. The delicate stockings, like smooth skin, gleam with a captivating, slippery sheen under the soft light.

　　Mom was undoubtedly a stunning woman, with an exceptionally alluring figure of full breasts and curvy hips, even more voluptuous than Ms. Rita.

　　I know many men have leered at their mothers, but that cannot be a reason for them to spy on their mothers!

　　"Oh? Rohan, you're back?"

　　Just as I was about to lose my temper, my mother noticed me by chance. She quickly stood up and walked towards me, smiling, and said, "Rohan, come here quickly, let Mom introduce you."

Seeing my mother's bright smile, I remembered what she had told me yesterday: to get along well with him. Not wanting to embarrass her, I forced myself to walk over, suppressing my displeasure.

When he saw that I had also stood up, he gave me a faint smile.

But when I looked away from my mother's face, that guy started staring lecherously at her back again, his gaze fixed on her plump, fleshy buttocks!

That bastard is incredibly lecherous!

I instinctively clenched my fist, and my dissatisfaction with him reached its peak!

Needless to say, my mother's figure was stunning. The fitted tube skirt clung tightly to her voluptuous lower body, and her two beautiful legs in stockings moved gracefully, swaying like willow catkins in the wind.

Although we can't see behind her, we can still appreciate the beauty behind her through her daily life.

The skirt was stretched taut by her incredibly round buttocks, just like her chest; it was so tight that even a slight twitch of her hips could burst the fabric!

I didn't expose his shameful behavior because his gaze had already shifted from my mother to me. His lewd eyes magically cleared again, and he smiled at me with a humble and polite demeanor.

"Rohan, come here, let Mom introduce you!"

My mother, completely unaware of his actions, affectionately took my arm and said with a smile, "Rohan, this is Sunny, the son of your father's friend! Sunny, this is Auntie's son, Rohan. You can just call him Rohan!"

"Ha, I've finally met Rohan! I just heard from Auntie that you're a great student, always among the top students in your grade. I'll have to ask you for advice a lot in the future! You're a little older than me, so if you don't mind, I'll call you Rohan from now on!"

Sunny seemed to be quite outgoing, laughing and talking for a long time. The lust he had when he was spying had long since disappeared, replaced by a sincere expression.

His eyes were clear and innocent, and his smile was radiant and adorable. If one had not discovered his previous unpleasant behavior, it would have been very easy to develop a liking for him based solely on his friendly words and warm attitude.

This guy is incredibly cunning and shrewd for his age!

Looking at the overly friendly Sunny, I immediately made a mental comment.

His expression was very natural, and his words were very pleasant to hear. He tried to close the distance between us in just a few words, and he did so without leaving a trace. No wonder my mother was so happy to be charmed by him.

For some reason, the anger in my heart inexplicably cooled down.

I told myself, this guy is not easy to deal with!

I composed myself and flashed a bright smile. "Sunny, you're so good with words! If you ever have any questions about your studies, feel free to ask me. It's a pleasure to meet you!"

After I finished speaking, I smiled and extended my right hand, looking at him with a "sincere" expression.

"Brother Rohan! I'm so glad to meet you!"

Sunny looked flattered, his smile growing even brighter. He wiped his hand on his pants halfway through reaching out, before grabbing my hand and shaking it vigorously.

Seeing Sunny's humble and polite demeanor, a hint of approval flashed in Mom's eyes.

Knowing that Sunny would be coming today, Mom was worried that the mayor's son might be a spoiled brat. Unexpectedly, the boy was not only sweet-talking and well-behaved, but also did not have any of the arrogance and domineering nature of a son of an official. As soon as he arrived, he called her "Auntie" sweetly, and his words and actions were very pleasing. It was a very pleasant time to chat with him.

No wonder he's the son of a wealthy family; his upbringing is truly exceptional!

I don't know my mother's opinion of him, but I felt that his behavior was a bit exaggerated, or rather, too pretentious. Who wipes their hands on their pants twice before shaking hands? It's not like we're meeting some important person. Ordinary people wouldn't do that. My first thought was that this guy was acting!

"Rohan, Sunny, you'll be living together for the next three years, so you'd better get along well!"

Mom smiled, delighted by the friendly interaction between the two. She was also very satisfied with her son's performance, realizing that her words from yesterday had had an effect.

Sunny narrowed his eyes and laughed heartily, "Don't worry, Auntie, from now on, Rohan and I will be good brothers!"

I smiled and glanced at him, then sincerely echoed, "Yes, Mom, Sunny and I will definitely get along well, so don't worry!"

After we finished speaking, we looked at each other and smiled at each other, displaying a friendly attitude of mutual appreciation.

"Okay, okay, come and eat!"

My mother took the cooked food out of the warmer, and Sunny and I sat down one after the other.

The table was laden with a sumptuous spread of dishes, including chicken, duck, fish, and meat, as well as a plate of freshly stir-fried vegetables and a pot of fragrant red date chicken soup.

My father Rajat, Sunny's father, and my cousin were eating out, so it was just the three of us at home.

During the meal, his mother was very affectionate. Whether out of politeness or genuine affection, she kept asking about his well-being and urging Sunny to eat more, telling him to make himself at home and not to be shy.

Sunny responded very appropriately, smiling and praising his mother's superb cooking skills, saying that the dishes she made were full of flavor and made one's mouth water.

I ate my meal quietly while observing the two of them.

Perhaps it was my own prejudice, or perhaps I already had a terrible impression of him before we even met, but I found his smiling face nauseating.

His mother was probably deceived by his seemingly well-behaved nature and didn't know his true self.

I have to find a way to get rid of him! At the very least, I need to make Mom hate him!

I told myself I couldn't be rash, otherwise it would be difficult for my parents, and I would be the one who would be blamed. It would be best if my mother noticed it herself and developed a dislike for him.