Adultery Mom's Village Affair

[Lousy1995]

I pressed my eye harder against the gap in the doorframe. The old wood was rough against my skin, scratching my cheek, but I did not move. My fever was making everything slightly blurry, like I was seeing the world through water. But I could not look away. I had to see what was happening.

My heart was beating so loud. Thud. Thud. Thud. I was sure they would hear it. I was sure Ravi would turn and see me standing there, spying on them like a thief. But he did not turn. He was looking only at Amma.

Amma was on her knees. The peach-pink saree was pooled around her on the floor, making a soft circle like a flower. The two thaalis hung forward from her neck, swaying slightly every time she breathed. Her breathing was fast. I could see her chest moving up and down under her blouse, fast and shallow like she had been running.

She was looking at Ravi's cock. Her eyes were wide, uncertain, confused. She did not know what to do. I could see that clearly. Her hands were clasped together in her lap, fingers twisting around each other, nervous and unsure.

Ravi stood before her, naked and hard. His cock was standing straight out, pointing toward her face. It looked thick and heavy in the dim light.

"Don't be afraid," Ravi said. His voice was soft, gentle, but there was command in it too. He reached down and took her hand, pulling it toward him. He wrapped her fingers around his shaft, showing her how to hold it. "Just like this. Hold it firm, but not too tight. You understand?"

Amma's hand looked small around his thickness. Her fingers were trembling. She gripped him lightly, experimentally, like she was holding something that might burn her. Her touch was hesitant, unsure.

"I... I don't know," she whispered. Her voice was shaking. "Ravi, I don't know how to do this. I have never..."

"I know," Ravi said. He was patient, but I could see the tension in his body. He wanted her to hurry, but he was controlling himself. "That is why I am here. To teach you. To show you. Now, open your mouth, Lakshmi. Slowly. Just the tip. Take it in."

Amma looked at his cock again. Her lips were pressed together tight. She was thinking, I could see that. Thinking whether to say no, whether to stand up and run away, whether to remember that she was a married woman and this was wrong.

But she did not stand up. She did not run.

Slowly, very slowly, she opened her mouth. Her lips parted just a little, showing a glimpse of teeth, the pink inside. She leaned forward, her eyes closing tight like she was afraid to look, and she took the tip of his cock into her mouth.

Ravi let out a long breath. His head fell back, his eyes closing. "Yes," he whispered. "Yes, like that. Good."

Amma made a sound. It was a small sound, muffled, like a whimper. She sounded overwhelmed. Her hands came up and gripped his thighs for support, her knuckles turning white from holding so tight. She did not move. She just stayed there, frozen, with just the tip in her mouth, unsure what to do next.

"Move your tongue," Ravi instructed. His voice was strained, like he was holding back. "Lick it. Yes... yes, like that. Now take more. Slowly. Don't rush."

He put his hand on the back of her head, fingers threading through her hair. He applied gentle pressure, guiding her, pushing her down onto him little by little. I watched as more of his cock disappeared between her lips. Her mouth was stretching around his girth, her cheeks hollowing as she tried to suck.

She was not doing it right, I thought. She was clumsy, inexperienced. Her movements were jerky, uncertain. She would take a little, then pull back, then try again. Saliva was dripping from her mouth, making her chin wet, but she did not seem to notice or care.

"That's it," Ravi groaned. "That's good. You are doing well, Lakshmi. Just keep going. Find a rhythm."

Amma tried to move her head back and forth. Her hair fell forward, covering her face, and Ravi pushed it back with his other hand so he could watch her. His expression was intense, focused, like he was memorizing every moment of this.

"Look at me," he commanded suddenly. "Lakshmi, look at me."

Amma opened her eyes. She looked up at him from her kneeling position, her mouth full of him, her eyes watery and uncertain. The sight seemed to excite Ravi more. He started moving his hips, thrusting slightly into her mouth, testing her.

"Yes," he grunted. "Yes, take it. Take more."

He pushed deeper. Too deep. Amma gagged suddenly, her eyes widening, her body jerking. She tried to pull back, her hands pushing against his thighs, but Ravi held her head firm with his hand.

"Relax," he said, his voice harsh. "Don't fight it. Relax your throat. Breathe through your nose. You can take it. I know you can."

Amma tried to follow. I could see her forcing herself to relax, her shoulders dropping, her body going soft. Ravi pushed in deeper, until her nose was pressed against his stomach, his entire length buried in her mouth.

He held her there. Groaning. His eyes closed, his face twisted with pleasure.

"Swallow," he commanded. "Swallow around me. Yes... yes, that's it."

When he finally pulled back, letting her breathe, Amma gasped loudly. She pulled back completely, her hand coming to her mouth, wiping at the saliva dripping down her chin. Her face was flushed red, her eyes wet, her breathing ragged. She looked at Ravi with something like shock, like she could not believe what she had just done.

"Again," Ravi said immediately. His voice was rough, demanding. "Again. This time, use your hand too. Pump the base while you suck the top."

Amma looked at him, her expression confused. "I... I don't know if I can," she said, her voice hoarse. "Ravi, this is... this is too much. I feel like I am choking. I don't know if I am doing it right."

"You are doing fine," Ravi insisted. He took her hand and wrapped it around his shaft, showing her the motion. "Like this. Up and down. While your mouth works the top. Yes. Yes, that's it."

Amma started moving her hand, pumping him slowly. Her movements were mechanical, robotic, like she was following instructions but not feeling anything. She took him back into her mouth, but she was hesitant, careful, not taking as much as before.

The wet sounds filled the room. Obscene sounds. The sound of suction, of saliva, of flesh moving against flesh. Ravi's groans grew louder, less controlled.

"Yes," he panted. "Yes, just like that. Faster. Harder."

Amma tried to speed up, but she was awkward. Her teeth scbangd against him accidentally, and Ravi winced, pulling back slightly.

"Careful," he said. "Use your lips. Cover your teeth. Yes, like that."

She adjusted, trying to do as he said. But I could see she was not enjoying this. Her face was concentrated, stressed, like she was doing a difficult job that she did not know how to do properly. There was no pleasure in her expression, only confusion and effort.

"Look at me," Ravi commanded again. "Look at me while you do this."

Amma opened her eyes and looked up at him. Her expression was blank, unreadable. I could not tell what she was thinking. Was she hating this? Was she enduring it? Or was there something else, something she was hiding even from herself?

Ravi stared down at her, his hips moving faster, thrusting into her mouth with more force. His hand was tight in her hair, guiding her, controlling her movements.

"I'm getting close," he warned, his voice strained. "Lakshmi, I'm going to cum. Don't stop. Don't pull away. Take it. Take everything."

Amma's eyes widened. She tried to pull back, to say something, but her mouth was full and Ravi was holding her tight.

"Trust me," he groaned. "Trust me. Swallow it. Just swallow."

And then he exploded. His body went rigid, his back arching, his hips jerking forward. Amma's eyes bulged, her throat working convulsively. She was trying to swallow, I could see that, but there was too much. Some of it leaked from the corners of her mouth, white and thick cum, dripping down her chin onto her saree, staining the peach-pink fabric.

Ravi kept her there, holding her head, groaning loudly as he emptied himself into her. When he finally finished, he pulled out slowly, his cock still half-hard, glistening in the dim light.

Amma fell back onto her heels, gasping. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, her face twisted in an expression I could not read. Was it disgust? Shame? Relief? I could not tell. She would not look at Ravi. She kept her eyes on the floor, her chest heaving.

Ravi looked down at her, his breathing slowly returning to normal. He reached down and wiped the excess from her chin with his thumb. Then he held it toward her lips.

"Clean it," he ordered softly.

Amma looked at his thumb, then at his face. For a moment, I thought she would refuse. I thought she would stand up and slap him, scream at him, remember who she was.

But she did not. She leaned forward slowly and took his thumb into her mouth, sucking it clean. The gesture was automatic, robotic, like she was too tired to resist.

Ravi smiled, satisfied. "Good," he said. "Very good. You did well for your first time."

Amma did not respond. She remained silent, looking down, her hands clasped in her lap.

"How do you feel?" Ravi asked, his voice gentle now. "Did it... did it feel strange?"

Amma was quiet for a long moment. Then she spoke, her voice barely audible. "I don't know," she said. "I don't know how I feel. My mouth feels... strange. Sore. And I feel... dirty."

"Not dirty," Ravi said quickly. He knelt down beside her, his hand on her shoulder. "Not dirty, Lakshmi. This is natural. This is beautiful. Between us, it is beautiful."

Amma did not look convinced. She wiped her mouth again, her face showing confusion more than anything else. "I need to rinse my mouth," she said. "I need water."

"Of course," Ravi said. He stood up and helped her stand. Her legs were wobbling, and he held her arm to support her. "Come. I will get you water."

They moved toward the kitchen, and I had to shift my position to keep them in view. My legs were cramping from standing so long, my fever making me dizzy, but I could not move away.

In the kitchen, Amma drank water from the tumbler, rinsing her mouth and spitting into the sink. She did it three times, four times, like she was trying to wash away the taste.

Ravi watched her, his expression concerned. "Are you alright?" he asked.

"I don't know," Amma said again. She leaned against the counter, her hand on her forehead. "I feel confused, Ravi. I don't know if I should have done that. I don't know what this means."

"It means we are close," Ravi said. He stepped closer to her, his hand reaching for her waist. "It means we are learning each other. It means you trust me enough to try new things."

Amma looked at him, her eyes searching his face. "But did I do it right?" she asked. "I felt like I was doing it wrong. Like I was... clumsy. Disgusting."

"No," Ravi said firmly. "You were perfect. You were innocent and beautiful. That is what I like about you, Lakshmi. You are not like Meena, refusing everything. You are willing to try. Willing to learn."

He pulled her closer, his arms wrapping around her waist. Amma did not resist, but she did not melt into him either. She stood stiff, uncertain, her body language confused.

"I should go to bed," she said quietly. "I should check on Arjun. And Murugan..."

"Murugan is sleeping like a dead man," Ravi said. "He will not wake until morning. And Arjun... he is resting. Let him rest."

His hands moved up her back, slowly, caressingly. "Stay with me a little longer," he whispered. "Just a little longer."

Amma looked toward my room, then toward the bedroom. "Ravi, I don't know if I can... do more tonight. I feel tired. Strange. Like my head is spinning."

"We don't have to do more," Ravi said. "We can just sit. Just talk. Just be together."

But even as he said this, his hands were moving, untucking her saree from her waist, loosening the fabric. Amma noticed, and she put her hand on his, stopping him.

"Ravi," she said, her voice firmer now. "I said I am tired. I need to sleep."

Ravi looked at her, his expression changing. For a moment, I saw frustration in his eyes. But he controlled it. He nodded.

"Alright," he said. "Alright. You are right. You should rest. Tomorrow... tomorrow we can talk more."

He stepped back, giving her space. Amma immediately moved away, putting distance between them. She started fixing her saree, tucking it back in, wiping at the stains on her chin and chest.

"I will go to my room," she said. "You... you should sleep in the hall. Like you promised."

Ravi nodded, but I could see he was not happy. "Yes," he said. "I will sleep here. But Lakshmi..."

He moved closer again, his hand cupping her cheek. "You were wonderful tonight. Whatever you are feeling now, whatever confusion is in your mind... remember that. Remember that you made me very happy."

Amma looked at him, her expression still unreadable. She did not smile. She did not say she was glad she made him happy. She just looked at him with those confused, uncertain eyes.

Then she turned and walked toward her bedroom. She paused at the door, looking back at him once, something in her gaze that I could not interpret. Then she went inside and closed the door.

Ravi stood alone in the kitchen for a long moment. He looked down at his hand, the one that had been in her mouth, and he smiled to himself. A small, private smile of victory.

Then he moved to the hall, found a blanket, and lay down on the floor near Appa's cot. He pulled the blanket over himself and closed his eyes.

I stayed at my post for a long time, watching, waiting. But nothing more happened. Ravi's breathing became deep and regular. He was asleep.

I stumbled back to my bed, my body shaking with fever and exhaustion. My mind was a mess of images and sounds. Amma on her knees. The confusion in her eyes. The uncertainty. The way she had not smiled, had not admitted anything, had not surrendered completely.

She had done it. She had fulfilled the condition. But she had not enjoyed it. Not openly. Not obviously.

Or had she? I did not know. I could not tell. Her face had been too confused, too conflicted.

I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, listening to the sounds of the house. Appa's snoring. Ravi's breathing. And from Amma's room... silence. No sobbing this time. Just silence.

What was she thinking in there? Was she regretting it? Was she trying to understand why she had done it? Was she telling herself it was just for the money, just for the surrogacy, just because she had promised?

Or was she touching her lips, remembering the feel of him, confused by her own body's reactions?

I did not know. I could not know.

The slow burn continued. The fire was lit, but it was burning slowly, uncertainly, with much smoke and confusion.

Tomorrow would bring more. More uncertainty. More confusion. More steps down a path that none of us knew where it led.

I closed my eyes, the fever pulling me down into darkness, my last thought being of Amma's face, her expression, her unreadable eyes.

What did she feel? What did she want?

Only time would tell.

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