Adultery Dad's Enemy Made My Mom Heartless (COMPLETED!!)

[thoristhanos]

UPDATE - 5

The first video started with aakash and my mother talking and laughing, sitting on the edge of a wide bed in what looked like a fancy hotel room. Their voices were relaxed, almost celebratory, as they spoke about the corporate event where they had secured a huge deal from a major supplier. Each of them held a glass of what looked unmistakably like alcohol—amber liquid catching the light from the bedside lamp. I had never seen my mother drink before, never even known she drank, and the sight of the glass in her hand made something twist inside my chest.


She was wearing a fancy grey dress that reached only to mid-thigh, the fabric clinging to her curves in a way her usual sarees and modest blouses never did. The neckline plunged deep, revealing a generous amount of cleavage from her already very large 38DD breasts. The thin gold chain of her mangalsutra rested directly on the swell of those breasts, the black beads stark against her skin. I had never seen that dress in her wardrobe, not once, and the confusion of where she had gotten it mingled with the shock of how little it left to the imagination.

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Akash’s hand rested on her bare thigh, fingers slowly stroking the soft skin in small, possessive circles. After a while he leaned in and kissed her cheek. She smiled, a small, almost shy smile that made my stomach clench. Then he grew bolder and what i feared happened. He lifted her chin with two fingers, and before I could prepare myself his mouth was on hers.

The kiss was nothing like the polite, distant affection I had imagined. It was deep, aggressive, and unmistakably erotic. At first she seemed hesitant, her lips barely parting, but then something shifted. She leaned into him, her hand coming up to rest on his chest, and soon she was kissing him back with equal hunger. Their mouths moved together in a wet, desperate rhythm, tongues visibly sliding against each other when the angle allowed. The sound was faint through the laptop speakers but unmistakable—soft, wet noises of lips and breath. I felt my face grow hot with humiliation and something darker I didn’t want to name.

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I was shocked to see her breaking the first rule so completely and so quickly, like it meant nothing to kiss someone. Kissing, I had told myself, was reserved for real affection, real emotional connection. If she had none with Akash, why was she kissing him like this—hungrily, almost desperately? The question burned in my mind until I couldn’t watch anymore. I paused the video, breathing hard, the image of their joined mouths frozen on the screen.

After a long moment of staring at the paused frame, I clicked play again.