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

[thoristhanos]

They kissed for more than twenty minutes. When they finally broke apart, her hair was disheveled, strands falling across her face, and her makeup was visibly ruined—lipstick smeared, eyeliner slightly smudged. Akash suddenly flipped her onto her back and climbed on top of her, his mouth moving to her neck and then lower, kissing and sucking at the exposed skin of her chest. She began to moan, soft sounds at first, then louder as his lips traveled across her skin. Hearing those moans—my mother’s voice, the same voice that had read me bedtime stories and scolded me for leaving my shoes in the hallway—now making those intimate, involuntary sounds for a man who was not my father felt like something inside me had been cracked open.


After some time his hands moved to her breasts, squeezing and kneading them through the thin grey dress. The fabric barely contained them; the dress seemed designed to show off rather than conceal. His other hand slid between her legs, rubbing her pussy over the white cotton panties that were just visible when the dress rode up. She moaned louder, her hips shifting against his hand. That was when I noticed the small wet spots blooming on the dress right where her nipples would be—dark circles spreading through the grey fabric. She was lactating. The realization hit me like a physical blow.

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Suddenly she seemed to take control. She flipped him onto his back, straddled his waist, and lowered the dress from her shoulders in one impatient motion. The strapless bra came with it. She leaned forward and aggressively pushed one heavy breast into his mouth, her hand behind his head to hold him there. For the first time I saw her bare breasts clearly—full, heavy, the areolas more than six centimeters across, the nipples themselves over an inch long and visibly leaking. While one nipple was buried in Akash’s mouth, a white droplet of milk formed on the other and slowly fell onto his chest. Rage and something far more confusing twisted together inside me. That milk belonged to my little brother, not to this thirty-four-year-old man who was now sucking it down like he had every right.

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The sight of her breasts, the way they moved and leaked, sent a jolt straight to my cock. It hardened so fast it hurt, straining against my pants. I pulled it out without thinking and began stroking, shame and arousal crashing over me in equal measure.

For ten full minutes Akash sucked and licked both breasts while she moaned above him, occasionally switching which nipple was in his mouth. Then another of my fear came true as he began undressing her completely. The grey dress was pulled down and off, followed by the strapless bra. Then he hooked his fingers into her white cotton panties and slid them down her legs, I realised she was totally naked and my imaginery second rule which i have made in hope that even with an affair she would still have little bit of diginity left for her was totally shattered, I really felt bad that she has always hidden her sexy and volouptous body inside conservative cloth , how could she let a man see her most private parts and then even let him record her, i thought what would happen if this video got leak, even a little bit of self confidence and respect left in me will vanish as whole world will be able to see my "respectfull" , "traditional", "sanskaari" mother getting railed by a young man, i was having these thoughts when I got distracted by my first clear view of her ass—large, round, and heavy, the kind of ass that made her thick thighs look even fuller and accentuated the fertile width of her hips. They were not slim or model-like; they were soft, undeniably real and most importantly humongous.

This was how she looked naked to me for the first time
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