My Mom and Mr. Vikram Continuous Secret Fuck

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[Rajeev Gupta]

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Mom turned around and positioned herself in a missionary position to present her sacred pussy to the one who cherishes it the most. Meanwhile, Vikram aligned Mom's legs such that both were bent at an acute angle. To get a better thumping position, he sought the assistance of the pillow which he placed underneath her hips.


In this raised position, both her shaved pussy and asshole were visible. He kneeled just in between Mom's fat thighs and started stroking his dick while gazing at her. Mom on the other hand was salivating looking at his enormous cock. She was smiling back at him. She reached over her pussy and started rubbing it; she was copying what Vikram was doing with his dick.



Vikram - Yes, rub your pussy baby because you are about to get fucked by a monster dick


Mom - I can't wait, my love, make me your queen on this precious night.




While stroking his dick, Vikram slightly kneeled forward. Still stroking his dick, positioned it just on the tip of Mom's clitoris.  As soon as his dick got in touch with her clit, a sharp sigh of "aahhhh" escaped mom's sexy mouth and the dick didn't even enter her pussy.



I measured the size of his dick and the size of mom's pussy hole with my eyes and I can tell you that there was a significant disparity in the sizes. From where I observed it, you could say that no way can his dick penetrate her pussy. While holding his massive rod, he rubbed her clitoris in a circular motion ensuring that Mom felt the ecstacy.







I perfectly understood what he was doing; he wanted to tantalize my mom so that when he accelerates her thirst, she could start begging for him to fuck her. As Vikram rubbed her clit with his dick in a circular motion, Mom threw her head back, closed her eyes, and released calming moans.



Mom - Aaahhh oooh baby yeesss, rub my pussy lips with your dick like that aaahh oooohh



My conservative mom was wriggling and shuddering over the bed, her legs making circles on the bed which caused the bedsheet to be displaced. With both of her hands, she tightly held both of her boobs and squeezed them. It seemed that she wanted to feel double pleasure.



Vikram - It seems that you love my dick making rounds on your pussy huh?


Mom - Aahh yes yes yes my king, I love it aaahh please stop teasing me aahhh I am going to explode if this goes on aahh 


Vikram - Show me that you want this dick in your pussy by actions


Mom - Aaahh yess I wanted it darling aahh I want your dick inside my pussy.




By actions, Mom reached over with her right hand, held Vikram's dick, and tried to insert it in her pussy. But just as she was about to do so, Vikram withdrew it and continued rubbing it over her clit. 



Vikram - Not yet Jaya! I want to increase the tension, I want you to beg me like never before.



Mom - Aaahh darling please you are burning me with thirst just fuck me already. Baby, my sweet pie, insert your dick in my lewd pussy and ravage me.



I couldn't believe what I was hearing. It baffled me to hear my holy mom, who lived conservatively all her life, until this night, could utter such unholy words just because she wanted to get fucked by a man who is not even her husband.



It confirmed to me that women love big cocks. Every holy women in this world - whether married or not - can easily turn unholy when they when they are given a chance for a big dick. Vikram on the other hand was simply joyous to hear another man's wife begging for his dick. It was music to his ears.



As his pace of rubbing her pussy increased, Mom's wilding out increased also. He was not only rubbing it in a circular motion but also up and down. Mom started releasing natural juices from her pussy which eased the rubbing. The fact that she released her juices confirmed to me that she really loves Vikram. Women only release their juices to the one they love.



Vikram - Woooww, you released your slimy sexy pussy juices, this means that you are ready for a merciless fuck



Mom - (Still going crazy on the bed) Aahh fuck me please don't do this to me, don't tease me, I want it now, fill me up until my womb, I want it fuck fuck fuck mee now!!



The room was filled with sounds of mom begging to be stuffed hard. I knew this was the perfect time for Vikram to nail her. He held his long and wide dick and pushed the head against the opening of Mom's pussy. As he did so, he didn't even watch her pussy, he just stared at her face to see how she was going to react.



His penis's head penetrated her pussy but he held it there, he didn't push further and I didn't know why. Mom who closed her eyes, opened it because she was confused as to why Vikram stopped middle way.



Mom - Aahh darling, give it to me, push further inside me



Vikram - The tease is already over, but I have a surprise for you



Mom - What is it?



Vikram - Here it comes, one.........two..............three!




Just as he uttered "three", he gave the hardest most solid push into her pussy very quickly. This prompted Mom to give a quick and sharp scream.



Mom - Aaaaaggghhhhhh!!! Noooo! Not like that



Vikram - You were begging for my dick darling, what happened all of a sudden? You don't want it



Mom - Nnooo! Not in that hard manner, aahhhh Baby noooo aahh please slow down aahhhhhhhhh its burning



Vikram - Darling, you know very well that whenever I enter your holes, I never slow down.



Mom - Aaarrgghh my love your dick is so big aaahhhhhh please understand



Vikram - The only thing I understand is giving my lovely Jaya a hard pounding which will make her never forget





I understood why Vikram paused before forcing his dick inside her pussy. He wanted to make her scream because when she screams, it acts like his fuel to keep fucking her. The alpha man now started thumping her cunt like there was no tomorrow. 








The sweat on both mom and Vikram's body oozed profusely. From where I was standing, it was cold but I could feel the heat inside Vikram and Mom's room radiate towards me.  The sight of Vikram pounding mom made my dick stand still like when soldiers sing the national anthem.



I couldn't hold it any longer and I too started stroking my dick, I was watching live porn in reality. Thump! thump! thump! the sound went. His dick just dived inside and out digging in deeper the walls of her palatable pussy. The girth of his dick got inundated and engulfed by Mom's pussy. His dick was too big for her pussy.



I knew this because as he fucked her pussy, especially when he was pushing in, the outer flesh of her pussy folded inwardly even though there were pussy juices around her pussy lips. This added another extra flavor to Mom's feeling of pleasure.



In order to decelerate Vikram's pace, she tried to push away Vikram's lower hip with her 10 fingers but all to no avail. It hardly even caused a slight pace difference. Mom's soft body tremored due to Vikram's heavy landing of thuds on her pussy.  



He made use of his longer dick. He did so by ensuring that when he pushed it inside, it all went it and only the balls remained outside. Every woman dreams of having this kind of heavy-metal sex. And mom was blessed to have such a man, although not her husband, to give her a one-in-million type of sex.




Mom - Ah ah ah ah aaarrrrggghhh ooooh gosshh ooohhhh damn! Ooh my ooh myy oooh myyy I can't endure this aaaahhh 



Vikram - Arggh arrghh mmmhh what did you say? You can't endure this hard cock? I want you to withdraw what you just said.




He held mom's neck with his right hand and he ordered her to reverse what she just said.



Vikram - I want you to say that you want to endure this cock of mine forever in your life.



Mom - Aaarrggh I want to endure this.......co...cok ....cock.



Vikram - Not just cock, a HARD cock



Mom - Arrghh! H...h....hard cock for the re....re........rest of my life.




Vikram - Good girl! Now come on top of me 




My mom, who was drenched in sweat and panting hastily, climbed on top of Vikram who was now lying on his back.  From the look at her pussy, it was slightly opened up but it needed a few more hard strokes to accustom Vikram's hard dick.



Mom positioned her legs on either side of Vikram, she squatted slightly. While holding his dick, which was forever hard, guided it inside her pussy. She closed her eyes once more as she eased herself down further until his rod vanished inside her tight pussy.



Vikram - There you go, you have become the good girl that I wanted. Now show me how you love my dick inside your pussy.



Mom - Aagghh, Ok my love.



My mom was following each rule and order from Vikram as if she was brainwashed. I never saw her this submissive even towards my dad. She literally became Vikram's doll who could be used in any way possible. 



She began raising her body up and down proving to Vikram that she loves his massive penis. Vikram didn't do anything. He was just lying on his back with both hands behind his head, resting his head on his palms while looking at her. 







Mom's heavy body moved up and down but not in fast motion. Her fat ass quaked two times as her thighs collided with Vikram's. Her hands were resting on Vikram's hairy chest as she continued fucking his dick. 



However, although mom was moving fast on his dick, it was not the appropriate pace for Vikram's liking. He loves a fast pace fuck.




Vikram - Darling aahhh you really know how to ride me but let me show you my best pace.



Mom - Darling, aaahh don't do it faster than this aahhh



Vikram - Don't you worry my queen, your pussy is already used to my dick.





With that, he removed both of his hands from the back of his head and quickly held the fat and tasty ass of my mom. He positioned himself with his legs slightly forming an angle of about 25 degrees. 




He told mom to lean forward a bit so that he can get a space for pumping. Mom leaned forward and kissed his forehead as she waited for another round of solid fuck this time when she is riding.




Vikram grabbed her plumpy and juicy asscheeks and started making her fly up and down on his dick. Of course, although Mom didn't love how fast Vikram fucks her, she appreciated his vigor and vibrancy. My dick got harder just seeing how her jiggly booty danced up and down. 









Mom - Aah aahh yess yesss ooohhh vikram my love fuck fuck fuck meeee aahhhh oooohh sshh oooh this feels soo goood aaaahhhh



Vikram - Aahh you like it like that darling, huh? Do you love being fucked by another man while your moronic husband struggles to work?



Mom - Aarrghh! Don't don't talk about my husband like that aaaaahh aaahhhhh 



Vikram - I know you love me more than him right? Say it ,, say it or I will fuck you harder than this



Mom - Aarrgghhh ! Ok Ok, aaahh oooohh yes I love you more than my husband



Vikram - Say it again when you are moaning




Mom - Aaarrgghh oooooohh I love you more than my husband aaaahhhhh ooooohhh 




Was my mom hearing what she was saying? She just willingly said that she loves Vikram more than my dad.  I think I was dreaming but it was reality for me. Who would have thought that my mom, who was born in a family of a well-behaved environment can suddenly change entirely and speak in profanity of her marriage.



But on the other hand, she was doing something right because it is understandable due to the passion and enjoyment she was getting from Vikram.  Mom kept bouncing on his dick so fast that Vikram let go of her fat ass so that she can fuck him on her own.



Vikram - Woow! Darling, you are suddenly going faster, ooooohhh damn! I am loving it, your elastic pussy has now made a best friend of my cock.



Mom - Aah aahh sshh I love you baby aaahhh this cock is sooo sooo good and soo tasty aaahhhhh!




My mother kept thumping him to an extent where her two big ass globes kept clapping against each other.  From underneath, I saw Vikram's dick was glistening with mom's pussy juices. Those juices were facilitating my mom to ride him in that fast-motion manner.




All of a sudden, mom's phone which was placed on the top shelf, adjacent to the bed, started ringing. Mom opened her eyes wide and simultaneously stopped jumping up and down on Vikram's dick. She knew it was Dad calling.



Vikram - Don't pick it up darling, continue giving love to my dick



Mom - Please baby, let me just talk to him, I didn't talk to him all day.



Vikram - Leave it, let that bastard alone, don't make him ruin our precious time. Do you want to ruin our precious time while talking to someone who never cherished this sweet pussy of yours?



Mom - (While smiling) No, I will never (She then leaned over and kissed him and she continued riding him)




I was totally left astounded by what I just heard.  Mom valued Vikram's dick more than talking to my dad who kept calling her. There was about 10 miss calls that I counted that night while mom continued riding Vikram. 



Vikram - Baby throw your phone away or shut it down. The ringing sound is spoiling our fun.


Mom - Ok baby give me a sec





My mom - while Vikram's dick was inside her pussy - paused for a second, reached over the shelf and picked up the phone. She started typing something. I wondered what messages she was sending to my dad. Then as soon as she finished typing, I saw her shutting down her phone completely. She then threw it away on the sofa which was nearby.




Mom - Done! Now let's continue with our time and make it last.



Vikram - That's my sexy girl, but now it's time for you to give me my favorite hole.



Mom - What are you talking about baby? (Vikram's dick still inside her pussy)



Vikram - Darling, of course, you know my favorite hole, your tiny little shithole.



MOm - Ooh no baby please not for tonight, please 



Vikram - Ooh c'mon baby, do you want us to waste this night? I want to give you pleasure like never before. C'mon, turn into a doggy position



Mom - (While raising herself from Vikram) Darling but.......



Vikram - My beautiful baby, don't worry, why are you worried and the other time you liked it. First of all, have you shitted yet?



Mom - No let me go and empty my bowels first



Vikram - No no, don't even go, today I want to use your asshole while your bowels are full of shit. I have a surprise for you tonight baby.












Guys next part is coming soon! Don't you dare miss the special type of anal sex Vikram gave to my mom.

[Nisat]

What an update!!
Eagerly waiting for next

[abcturbine]

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[Xossiy]

Sensational...
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Vikram surprised mom taking another man

[Rajeev Gupta]

Vikram surprised mom taking another man

At the moment, mom has eyes on Vikram only. But we will see how the story goes

[vishal1516]

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[Veerasammy1]

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[aravindkkumar08]

Bro no update? Don't stop in half

[3sivaram]

very good now, k*ll the husband/father, fuck vikram beside his body.
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[aravindkkumar08]

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[aravindkkumar08]

Why. Some of them not completing story.. don't start any stories if you can't complete

[Nisat]

Update it please

[Rajeev Gupta]

Guys, first off, sorry for the delayed updates. Got caught up in something. However from now onwards, you guys will be spoilt with CONTINUOUS updates that are not only spicy but erotically mesmerizing.









Then Mom started obeying Vikram’s instructions, though an air of apprehension surrounded them as they sat in the dimly lit living room. Vikram held his massive dick with his hands ready to ravage my mom's asshole, looking at her with hopeful anticipation.

“Okay, let’s see if we can make this fit inside your sexy asshole Jaya,” he said, his voice cheerful, though the weight of her unease lingered in the air.

“What if it doesn't fit inside my asshole, Vikram? I really don’t want to be in a situation like the last time” she said, biting her lip, her eyes darting nervously to the ring.

“C’mon, Jaya. Just trust me! It’s meant to fit perfectly. Just hold still, alright?” he replied, trying to sound convincing.

She spread her asscheeks with anticipation before cautiously extending it. As he positioned his dick over her asshole, she took a deep breath. When he pressed against my mom's asshole, he felt resistance. Mom's eyes widened in alarm. 

“Wait! That really does hurt!” she exclaimed, instinctively pulling her hand back.

“Okay, let’s take it easy,” Vikram said, chuckling to lighten the mood, but her serious expression showed that she wasn’t amused. “I’ll get some oil. It’ll help. Just hang tight, okay?”

“Oil?” she echoed, worry etched across her face. “Are you sure that’s a good idea? I think it will not fit because your annoying dick grows every night"

“It’s a trick I learned and it always work, don't be afraid My love!” he assured her as he retrieved a small bottle from the table. “I promise it’ll be perfect. Just breathe and trust me.”




Mom hesitated, glancing at Vikram's huge dick, her heart racing. “I don’t know about this, Vikram” Her voice trembled.

“Just relax,” he urged gently, seeing her anxiety. “You’re making it harder than it has to be. It’ll be fine, I swear. You already did take my dick in your asshole the other days, why should you be afraid now?”

With a shaky breath, she finally nodded, but her apprehension clung to the air. “Okay, but I really don’t want to hurt myself.”

Vikram squeezed some oil onto her asshole, rubbing it in slowly. “See? This will make it easier. Just try not to move,” he said, hoping she would find some comfort in his words.

“Alright,” she whispered, but the tension remained in her shoulders.

He positioned his dick inside her asshole again, determination set in his eyes. “Here we go. Just a little push now,” he said, focusing intently. “One…two…three!”

As he pressed down, she winced and let out a soft moan. “It’s too tight, Vikram! Please, do it slowly!” she urged, anxiety clear in her voice.

“Just a moment! Almost there!” he encouraged, feeling her pulse quicken. He could see the fear building, and he needed to keep her calm. “Jaya, breathe through it. I promise it’ll be over soon.”

“Ooh your dick is so huge Vikram aaaahhh ooohhh” she murmured, her voice filled with panic.





“It won’t, I promise!” he assured her. Focused, he pressed again, but this time he tried to take his time, carefully pushing his dick forcefully inside her asshole. “Just a little more. It’ll fit, I swear.”

“Slow down, Vikram! It hurts!” she moaned softly, glancing at him with wide eyes filled with distress.

“Just breathe. Let’s go together—one more push!”

Finally, with one firm motion, his dick disappeared into her lovely asshole with satisfying pop sound. Both of them froze, and then Vikram quickly started to push his cock back and forth gently to ensure her asshole could accommodate it. “Look, it fits!” he exclaimed, breathless with relief. “You can still move it a little!”


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Mom started moaning loudly, her expression a mix of shock and disbelief. “Oh… I don’t know, Vikram. It feels so tight…oooh sshh aaahh gosh it burns so nicely” Her voice quaked as she turned her head left and right, Vikram's dick in her asshole was making her more slutty.


“Move back onto my dick Jaya” he said, keeping his hands steady on her fat ass as he gently pushed his dick further inside  her asshole, trying to ease her fears. “It’s on, and look! It doesn’t hurt when you move it this way.”





"Oohh Vikram please slow down, I can't move that fast” she fretted, half-heartedly pushing against the ring.

“Let’s just give it a moment,” he replied, determined to calm her fears. “If you really don’t like it, I can move in and out of your asshole slowly? For now, let’s see how it feels.”

Mom started to move slowly while she moanied loudly, "Aahhh ooohh I think I can take it ooooohh damn! Vikram your dick is so huge"

“Yeah my love, huge than your husband's tiny cock” Vikram said, his tone lightening again. “Together, we can take on anything, right? Your asshole belongs to mine now”



Vikram continued to gently maneuver in and out of my mom's asshole, his cock precise as he worked it in and out. My mom felt the warmth and tension building within her, but with each movement, a wave of embarrassment washed over her. 

“Um, I don’t know about this…” she stammered, her cheeks flushing a deep shade of red.

“You like my dick deep inside your asshole huh?” Vikram asked, glancing up to gauge her reaction.

“I guess... it’s just a little… tight,” My mom admitted, the admission feeling strangely vulnerable. 


She couldn’t believe she was even in this situation, and she could feel herself blushing even more. “I mean, I didn’t expect it to feel like this aahhh fuck my ass Vikram oooohh yess” she screamed, wishing she could take back her words.

He chuckled nervously, trying to lighten the mood. “Well, your asshole does look nice, and it’s definitely a bit easier with how... um, shall we say... slippery they’ve become?” 

My mom's face burned with shame. “I can’t believe I said that Vikram! I didn’t mean to imply I was enjoying this, you have made me so much sluttier now” she quickly corrected herself, biting her lip as she wrestled with her embarrassment.

Vikram’s cheeks turned pink as well, catching her drift. “I mean, I didn’t think you would call yourself a slut” he said.

“Right, aooooh yes yes i am your slut Vikram fuck my asshole” My mom echoed weakly, wishing she could crawl under a rock.


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“But maybe I’m just…totally a bitch.” Her voice trailed off, feeling exposed under the weight of her own words.

He cleared his throat, stepping back slightly as if he too needed the space. “You are my slut” Vikram said earnestly, despite their shared embarrassment. “It’s just… a little strange for both of us, I guess? push your ass back against me baby”

“Yes! I will do all you want my love,” she agreed, her shoulders slumping as she tried to push her fat ass back so that his dick could enter in deeper. “Let’s just focus on... finishing this.”



He continued fucking my mom's asshole for about 30 minutes



As Vikram fucked my mom's big ass, he sensed the time was approaching when he needed to cum inside her asshole. Feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness, he glanced at my mom, who seemed to sense the shift in the atmosphere.

“Uh, Jaya, I think I’m almost cumming inside your asshole,” Vikram announced, his voice carrying a hint of seriousness. “I just need to—”

“Yeah, I know, aaah fuck me yes yes” she interrupted, her cheeks still flushed, full of sweat. “I can tell. Just… you know, do what you need to do. Cum inside my asshole Vikram” 

Vikram took a deep breath, ready to finish the task at hand. “Okay, here we go,” he said, trying to focus amidst their playful yet eager.

My mom nodded, encouraging him to carry on, despite the intensity lingering between them. “My asshole is all yours cum inside my asshole my love” she said, her tone lending him a sense of reassurance.


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With a determined look, Vikram positioned himself for the final step, glancing at my mom's big ass for one last cue. They shared a brief moment of eye contact as my mom looked back while spreading her asshole, silently acknowledging the strange bond that had formed through this unexpected experience.

 “Alright, there we go!” he exclaimed, feeling a rush of relief as he finished. He started cumming inside my mom's asshole filling it with all his semen. "Aarrggghh Jayaaaaa oohhh I am cumming aaaaaaahhhhrrggghhhh yeeeeesssss arrrrgghhh!!!"



My mom couldn't help but let out a small moan, shaking her head as the tension began to dissipate. "Ooohh I can feel your cum inside my bowels ooohhh damn you are so animalistic"

Vikram after depositing all his milk inside my mom's asshole, he relaxed for a bit while his dick buried inside her asshole then removed his dick and collapsed on the bed.



“Well, that was something else,” my mom said, her smile brightening the moment as she crawled next to him.

“Definitely,” Vikram replied, feeling lighter. “your asshole is something else”

“Agreed, and your dick is so fantastically enjoyable. I can't get enough of it” My mom replied, still giggling a little. “Let’s keep this our little secret for now.”

With that shared understanding, they slept together holding each other. I also cummed on my hands and I went back to my bedroom to sleep. The next morning I woke up and....................

[Rajeev Gupta]

The morning sunlight streamed through the kitchen window, casting a warm golden glow over the tiled floor. I, rubbed the sleep from my eyes as I shuffled into the room, my mind still reeling from the shocking scene I’d witnessed the night before. My mother, Jaya, was fucked hard by Vikram all her holes were filled with his cum.


The memory of their secret night, the adulterous affair unfolding in hushed whispers and stolen touches, burned in my mind like a brand. I couldn’t shake the image of them together, the way they moved, the way they thought I wouldn’t hear or see through the thin walls of our modest home.


And there she was now—Mom—standing at the stove, humming softly to herself as she stirred something in a pan. The smell of cumin and turmeric filled the air, a comforting aroma that clashed violently with the turmoil in my chest. 

I stopped in the doorway, my breath catching as I took her in. She was wearing a simple blue dress, the kind she always wore around the house, its pale yellow fabric clinging to her curves in a way I’d never really noticed before. 

My eyes drifted downward, almost against my will, and landed on her hips—wide and full, her backside swaying slightly as she shifted her weight from one foot to the other. Her ass was big, undeniably so, round and heavy in a way that seemed almost exaggerated now that I had context. 

Fat, I thought, the word popping into my head unbidden. It jiggled faintly as she reached for a spice jar on the counter, oblivious to my stare.
I swallowed hard, my stomach twisting. I couldn’t believe it—couldn’t wrap my head around the fact that Vikram uncle had been with her last night.

This man really enjoyed my mom last night. He was the luckiest man in the world to enjoy the property of my poor hardworking dad. I couldn't believe Vikram fucked my mom's ass. That ass of my mom is a dream for any man.





Last night, my innocent, soft-spoken mother, the woman who’d raised me, who’d always been a pillar of quiet strength, had given herself and her holes to Vikram in the most intimate, forbidden way. And she didn’t even know I knew.

“Morning, Rajeev,” she said suddenly, her voice pulling me out of my spiraling thoughts. She hadn’t turned around, but she must have sensed me standing there. Her tone was light, cheerful even, as if nothing in the world was wrong. “Did you sleep well?”


I cleared my throat, forcing my legs to move as I stepped into the kitchen. “Uh, yeah, Ma. Morning.” My voice sounded strained, but she didn’t seem to notice. I walked up beside her, keeping my eyes on the sizzling pan instead of her figure. 

Up close, I could smell her faint floral perfume mixed with the spices—a scent that used to mean home but now felt tainted.
She glanced at me with a small smile, her dark eyes warm and unsuspecting. “Good. I’m making your favorite—aloo paratha. Thought I’d spoil you a little today.”


“Thanks, Ma,” I mumbled, leaning against the counter. I tried to act normal, to push the images from last night out of my head, but they clung to me like damp clothes. My mom was a real slut. “Where’s, uh… where’s Vikram uncle?”


Her hand paused mid-stir, just for a fraction of a second, before she resumed as if nothing had happened. “Oh, he left early. Had to get to work. You know how busy he gets.” Her voice was steady, casual, but I caught the faintest flicker of something—relief, maybe?—in her expression.


“Yeah, right,” I said, nodding slowly. I watched her face, searching for any sign of guilt, but she was a master at hiding it. She flipped a paratha in the pan, the sizzle filling the silence between us.


“By the way,” she added, turning to grab a plate from the shelf, “your father’s coming home tomorrow. He called last night to confirm.”
My heart lifted at that. Dad—steady, kind Dad—had been away for weeks on a work trip, and the house had felt emptier without him. 

“Really? That’s great!” I said, a genuine smile breaking through my unease. “I’ve missed him.”
“Me too,” she said, but there was something in her tone—a brightness that didn’t quite match the sentiment. She set the plate down and slid a paratha onto it, her movements quick and practiced. 


“Here, eat up. You’ll need your strength for the day.”
I took the plate, my fingers brushing hers briefly, and sat at the small kitchen table. As I tore into the paratha, I watched her from the corner of my eye. She moved around the kitchen with an energy I hadn’t seen in a while—humming again, wiping down the counter, even swaying a little as she worked. 


She looked… happy. Too happy, maybe. And deep down, I knew it wasn’t because of Dad’s return. It was because of last night. Because of Vikram. The thought made my stomach churn, but I kept eating, forcing the food down as I wrestled with my feelings.


The day passed in a strange blur. Mom was in high spirits all morning, chatting with me about random things—neighbors, the weather, a recipe she wanted to try. 

She laughed more than usual, her voice carrying through the house as she cleaned or folded laundry. I played along, nodding and smiling, but every time she turned away, my mind drifted back to what I’d seen. Her big, swaying ass as she bent to pick something up. The way her dress hugged her curves. The knowledge that Vikram had touched her, claimed her, in a way that felt like a betrayal of everything I’d known about her.


By evening, the sun had dipped low, painting the living room in soft oranges and pinks. I found her there, curled up on the couch with a book in her lap. She looked peaceful, her hair loose around her shoulders, her glasses perched on her nose. 

The sight softened me for a moment—until I remembered. I couldn’t keep it in anymore. I had to say something.
“Ma,” I said, walking over and sitting on the armchair across from her. “Can we talk?”

She looked up, surprised, and set the book down. “Of course, beta. What’s on your mind?” I took a deep breath, my hands fidgeting in my lap. “It’s… it’s about Vikram uncle.”

Her eyes widened slightly, but she covered it quickly with a smile. “Vikram? What about him?”
I studied her face, searching for cracks in her composure. “Do you… feel anything for him? Like, more than just a friend?”

The room went still. Her smile faltered, and for a moment, she just stared at me, her lips parting as if she didn’t know what to say. “Rajeev, what are you talking about? He’s just… he’s your uncle. A family friend. Why would you even ask that?”

Her denial stung, but I pressed on. “Please mom just say the truth. I know something’s going on. I just want you to be honest with me.”
She blinked, her hands tightening around the book. “What do you mean, ‘something’s going on’? Rajeev, you’re confusing me. Why would you think that?”
I leaned forward, my voice dropping. “Because I saw you. Last night. With him.”


The color drained from her face. Her mouth opened, then closed, and she set the book aside with trembling hands. “You… you saw? What do you mean, you saw?”
“I heard everything,” I said, the words spilling out now. “I couldn’t sleep, and I went to get water, and I saw you two through the crack in the door. I saw what you did, Ma. Everything.”


She gasped, a hand flying to her mouth. “Oh God, Rajeev… no, no, no…” Her voice cracked, and tears welled up in her eyes. “I didn’t—oh God, I’m so sorry. I never meant for you to—I’m so ashamed.”

She buried her face in her hands, her shoulders shaking as she started to get ashamed. I felt a pang of guilt, seeing her like this, but I couldn’t stop now. I slid off the chair and moved to sit beside her on the couch, placing a hand on her arm. 

“Ma, it’s okay. I’m not mad. I just… I needed to know the truth.”
She looked up at me, her eyes red and glistening. “How can you say it’s okay? I’m your mother, Rajeev. I’ve failed you. I’ve failed your father. I’m a terrible person—a terrible mother. I have ruined our family”


“No, you’re not, and you have not ruined anything” I said firmly, squeezing her arm. “You’re human. People… have feelings. They feel things. I don’t hate you for it.”

 “You don’t understand. I didn’t want this to happen. It just… it started months ago. Your father’s been gone so much, and I was lonely, and Vikram—he was there. He listened. It was wrong, I know it was wrong, but I couldn’t stop. And last night… oh God, I can’t believe you saw.”


Her words came out in a rush, a flood of confession and regret. I listened, my heart aching for her even as my mind wrestled with the reality of it all. “Mom, I’m not going to tell Dad. I’m not going to judge you. I just wanted you to know that I know. And I’m okay with it.”


She stared at me, disbelief etched into every line of her face. “How can you be okay with this? I don’t deserve that. I don’t deserve you.”
“You’re my mom,” I said simply. “You’ve always been there for me. This doesn’t change that. It’s… it’s complicated, yeah. But it’s not the end of the world.”


She let out a shaky laugh. “You’re too good, Rajeev. Too good for me. I didn’t think you’d ever find out. I thought I could keep it hidden.”
“Well, you’re not as sneaky as you think,” I said, managing a small smile. “Next time, maybe lock the door.”

She laughed again, a real laugh this time, though it was tinged with sadness. “Oh, beta… what am I going to do with you?”
“Just keep being my mom,” I said. “That’s enough.”

Mom leaned against my shoulder, “Mama,” I said softly, breaking the silence. “Can I ask you something?”
She lifted her head, her dark eyes meeting mine with a mix of curiosity and apprehension. “Of course, Rajeev. Anything.”

I hesitated, choosing my words carefully. “What do you like about Vikram uncle? I mean… what is it about him that… you know, makes you feel this way?”
Her lips parted in surprise, and for a moment, I thought she might brush it off. But then she sighed, a small, wistful smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. 


She leaned back against the couch, folding her hands in her lap as she considered the question.
“Well,” she began, her voice soft and thoughtful, “he’s kind. You know that about him—he’s always been good to us. But it’s more than that. He listens, Rajeev. Really listens. When I talk to him, I feel like he sees me—not just as a mother or a wife, but as… me. Does that make sense?”


I nodded slowly, picturing Vikram’s easy smile, the way he always seemed so attentive and I think mom likes him because how he fucks her very good but she is hiding it. “Yeah, I get that. He’s got that way about him.”

“And he’s funny,” she added, her smile growing. “He makes me laugh, even when I don’t want to. Sometimes I’ll be upset about something—your father being gone, or just the little stresses of life—and Vikram will say something silly, and suddenly it doesn’t feel so heavy anymore.”


I chuckled, thinking of the times he’d cracked jokes at family gatherings. “He is pretty funny. I remember that time he pretended to trip over the dog just to make me laugh when I was upset about failing that math test.”

“Exactly,” she said, her eyes lighting up at the memory. “And… I don’t know, he’s steady. Reliable. When he’s around, I feel like I don’t have to carry everything on my own. It’s been hard, you know, with your father away so much. Vikram… he fills that space.”

Her words hung between us, and I could hear the affection in her voice, the quiet gratitude. It made sense, in a way I hadn’t expected. I shifted in my seat, resting my elbow on the armrest. “I like him too, Ma. Always have. He’s a good guy. I mean, he’s been around forever—feels like family.”

She tilted her head, studying me. “You really mean that, don’t you?”
“Yeah,” I said, meeting her gaze. “I do. He’s cool. And… I don’t know, I guess I can see why you’d like him.”

A flicker of worry crossed her face, and she reached out to touch my hand. “Rajeev, do you think I’m a bad mother? For all of this for cheating your dad? For letting this happen?”

I shook my head firmly, squeezing her hand back. “No, Ma. You’re not a bad mother. You’re the best mom I could ask for. Look, I know this is a secret, and it’s not… conventional or whatever. But you’ve always taken care of me. You’ve always been there. This thing with Vikram—it’s just something you’re doing for you. It doesn’t change who you are to me.”

Her eyes shimmered, but she smiled through them. “You’re too understanding, beta. I don’t deserve it. I keep thinking I’ve ruined everything, that you’ll hate me for this.”

“I don’t hate you,” I said, my voice steady. “I could never hate you. People aren’t perfect, Ma. You’re allowed to have feelings, to want things. It’s not like you’ve stopped loving me or Dad. You’re just… living.”

She let out a shaky breath, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. “You make it sound so simple.”
“It’s not,” I admitted. “But it doesn’t have to be the end of the world either. I just want you to be happy.”

She looked at me for a long moment, then asked quietly, “If I wanted to stop—if you told me to end it with Vikram—would you want me to?”
I leaned back, considering her question. “No,” I said finally. “I wouldn’t tell you to stop. You should live your life, Ma. If Vikram makes you happy, then… keep going. I’m okay with it.”

Her face softened, and a genuine, relieved smile spread across her lips. “You’re something else, Rajeev. Thank you.”
I grinned back. “Just don’t make it weird, okay? Just give Vikram uncle what he wants”
She laughed, a light, musical sound that eased the tension in the room. “I’ll try not to.”


The evening rolled in, the sky outside turning a deep indigo. I was sprawled on the couch, flipping through a comic book, when the doorbell rang. Mom perked up from where she’d been tidying the kitchen, smoothing her dress as she went to answer it. 

I didn’t need to look to know who it was—Vikram uncle’s familiar voice carried through the house as he stepped inside, his laughter mixing with Mom’s greeting.
“Rajeev, beta, come join us for supper!” Mom called, her tone bright. I set the comic down and wandered into the dining room, where the table was already set with steaming bowls of dal, rice, and a plate of fresh rotis. 

Vikram was there, loosening his tie as he settled into a chair, his broad frame filling the space. He looked at ease, like he belonged here, and I couldn’t help but notice the way his eyes lingered on Mom as she moved around the table.

“Hey, kiddo,” he said, flashing me his usual grin. 

The dining room glowed with the soft flicker of the overhead light, Vikram sat across from me, his broad shoulders relaxed, his tie loosened, and his eyes sparkling with a kind of mischief that only came out when he was truly at ease. Mom—my beautiful, radiant Jaya —was beside him, her dress catching the light as she leaned forward to pour him more water, her movements graceful and effortless. 

I, Rajeev, watched them, my heart swelling with a strange mix of acceptance and curiosity about the love they shared.
Vikram set his glass down, his gaze drifting to Mom before settling on me. “You know, Rajeev,” he said, his voice low and warm, “your mom is the sweetest woman I’ve ever known.”

I tilted my head, a smile tugging at my lips. “Sweet, huh? What do you mean by that, Vikram uncle?”
He chuckled, a deep, rumbling sound that filled the room, and turned to Mom. His eyes softened as they met hers, a silent question passing between them. “Should I tell him, Jaya? Should I let him in on the magic of your sweetness?”

Mom’s cheeks flushed a delicate pink, and she shook her head with a shy smile, her fingers brushing against his arm. “No, Vikram, don’t. He doesn’t need to know everything.”
“Oh, come on, Ma,” I said, leaning forward, my tone playful but earnest. “You can’t leave me hanging like that. I want to know what makes you so special to him. Please?”

She laughed softly, her eyes darting between us, and covered her face with her hands for a moment, as if she could hide her blush. “Rajeev, no. It’s… it’s private. You’re too young to hear such things.”
Vikram grinned, leaning back in his chair. “Too young? Jaya, he’s already figured us out. He’s wise beyond his years. I think he deserves to know just how incredible you are.”

I nodded eagerly, clasping my hands together. “Yeah, Ma, please? I’m not a kid anymore. I just want to understand what he sees in you—what makes you so sweet to him.”
She sighed, her resistance crumbling under our combined pleading. Her smile returned, soft and tender, as she lowered her hands and looked at Vikram. “Fine. Go ahead, then. But keep it… gentle.”

Vikram’s expression softened, and he reached for her hand, lacing their fingers together on the table. He turned to me, his voice dropping to a reverent tone. “Last night, Rajeev, your mom made me the happiest man alive. It’s not just one thing—it’s everything about her. The way she gave me her sweet pussy. The way she shakes her big ass, like music that lifts my soul. And… well, the way she loves me, with every part of her being—it’s a gift I don’t deserve.”


Mom’s eyes widened, and she pinched his hand lightly, her blush deepening. “Vikram, that’s enough. You don’t need to say more.”
But I leaned in, captivated by the romance in his words. “No, it’s okay, Mom. I get it—I mean, I don’t get all of it, but I understand love. Even if I’m young, I know it’s special. What else? What makes her so sweet to you?”

Vikram’s grin turned mischievous, though his tone stayed tender. “Well, it’s her warm asshole, Rajeev. The way she gave me her asshole for me to fuck. There’s a fire in her, a passion that lights up the darkest nights. And her softness—her body, her touch—it’s like coming home every time.”

Mom gasped, her hand flying to her mouth as she swatted him with the other. “Vikram! Stop it—you’re embarrassing me!”
I laughed, waving off her protest. “Ma, it’s fine. I’m not clueless. I know you two are… close. I just want to hear it from him. It’s kind of sweet, actually.”
She buried her face in her hands again, her shoulders shaking with a mix of laughter and embarassment. “Oh, Rajeev, you’re impossible. Both of you are.”
Vikram squeezed her hand, his eyes twinkling as he looked at me. 

“She’s shy now, but she’s my everything, kid. Every moment with her is a treasure. She is shy now but yesternight, she was not shy, she was giving me her holes and she was behaving like a little girl who was hungry”


I nodded, curiosity bubbling up. “Okay, question one: What’s the best thing about her holes?”
He thought for a moment, his thumb tracing circles over her knuckles. “It’s how it surrounds my, you know.. my thing and it makes it warm. She makes me feel safe, wanted. It’s not just how deep her pussy and asshole is”



Mom buries her face in her hands, her shoulders shaking with a mix of giggles and mortification. “Oh God, you two are too much—I can’t believe you’re doing this to me! Rajeev, stop encouraging him, and Vikram, you’re shameless!”

I laugh, tapping the table with my fingers as I egg him on further. “Come on, Uncle, you’re just getting started—how did you enjoy her body last night? I bet there’s a story there!”
Vikram smirks, casting a sidelong glance at Mom, who’s now peeking through her fingers. “Oh, there’s a story, alright—last night, she was glowing, and I couldn’t resist running my hands over her, especially that hairy pussy of hers. It’s like a little jungle I get lost in, and let me tell you, it drives me wild!”

Mom lets out a squeak, her blush deepening as she swats at him again. “Vikram, that’s enough—you’re going to give Rajeev the wrong idea! I’m going to hide in the kitchen if you keep this up!”
I lean back, crossing my arms with a teasing grin. “No hiding, Mom—I want to hear more! Uncle, what’s so special about her pussy, and how did you two, you know, get into it last night?”

Vikram’s laugh booms through the room, and he adjusts his chair to face me fully. “Rajeev, that pussy of your mom is a masterpiece—it’s soft and wild, and I couldn’t help but tease it with my fingers while she squirmed and finally I fucked her pussy by inserting my penis!”


Mom groans, but a shy smile tugs at her lips as she shakes her head. “You’re both impossible—this is so embarrassing, and I can’t believe I’m still sitting here! Rajeev, don’t you dare ask him anything else!”

I ignore her plea, my curiosity piqued as I lean in closer. “Oh, I’m not done yet—Uncle, what about the rest of her? How did you enjoy her?"

Vikram raises an eyebrow, clearly delighted by my boldness, and takes a sip of water before answering. “Well, Rajeev, since you’re so insistent, I’ll tell your mom's asshole is so warm, firm yet soft, and last night I couldn’t get enough of exploring every inch! It’s like she’s sculpted by the gods, and I’m just a lucky admirer.”

Mom gasps again, louder this time, and covers her face completely. “Vikram, you’re awful—why would you say that in front of my son? I’m going to die of shame right here at this table!”
I laugh so hard I nearly tip my chair, clapping my hands in delight. “Mom, you’re blushing so much it’s adorable—what else did he do, Uncle? How did you two make it work last night?”

Vikram winks at me, clearly enjoying the chaos he’s stirring. “Oh, it was a beautiful mess—lots of laughter, some teasing, and me worshipping her like she deserves. That hairy pussy was just the start, and by the end, I fucked her asshole, it was so tight”

Mom peeks out from behind her hands, her voice muffled but playful. “You’re both terrible, and I can’t believe I’m still listening to this! Rajeev, stop asking, and Vikram, stop answering—I’m begging you!”

I shake my head, grinning as I press on relentlessly. “No way, Mom, this is too good—Uncle, how did you, like, actually have intercourse with her? Paint me a picture!”

Vikram leans back, folding his arms with a dramatic flair. “Picture this, Rajeev: candlelight, soft sheets, and your mom looking like a dream—I started slow, savoring every moment, her big breasts, her fat ass, her thighs and then it was all passion and fire! Her body’s a playground, and I’m just happy to be along for the ride.”

Mom lets out an exasperated laugh, throwing her napkin at Vikram. “That’s it—I’m done with you two! You’re embarrassing me beyond belief, and I’m never cooking for either of you again!”

I dodge the napkin as it sails past, still chuckling as I keep the questions coming. “Come on, Uncle, don’t stop now—how did she react when you got to her anal? Did she like it?”

Vikram’s grin widens, and he leans forward with a mock-serious tone. “Oh, she squirmed at first, but then she melted into it—her little gasps were music to my ears! It’s all about taking your time, Rajeev, and she’s the perfect partner for that.”

Mom stands up abruptly, hands on her hips, though her smile betrays her. “Alright, that’s enough—I’m calling a timeout on this madness! You two are too much, and I need a glass of water to cool off this embarrassment!”

I reach out, tugging her sleeve to pull her back down. “No escaping, Mom—Uncle, what was the best part of last night for you? How did her body feel under you?”
Vikram strokes his chin thoughtfully, his eyes glinting with mischief. “The best part? Feeling her shiver when I traced that pussy of hers, and then the way she fit against me—warm, soft, and absolutely irresistible! It’s like her body was made to drive me crazy.”

Mom sits back down with a dramatic sigh, fanning herself with her hand. “I give up—you’re both incorrigible, and I’m starting to think you’re doing this just to see me squirm! Rajeev, you’re as bad as he is!”

I shrug, still grinning as I fire off another question. “Maybe I am—Uncle, how did you two finish things off? Was it as wild as it started?”
Vikram laughs heartily, slapping the table for emphasis. “Wild doesn’t even cover it—we built up to a grand finale, all heat and rhythm, and she was glowing by the end! I cummed in her pussy and asshole.”

Mom buries her face in her hands again, her voice muffled but tinged with amusement. “Oh my God, I can’t take this anymore—you’re both ridiculous! I’m going to bed before you make me blush any harder!”

Mom woke up and started going to the bedroom, then Vikram Uncle stood up with his plate of food and followed my mom. He winked at me. I asked him, "Uncle are you going to do the same thing you did with her last night?"

He looked at me with a smile and said, "Of course Rajeev, your mom is such a woman. But don't follow us ok? Just eat and when you finish go and sleep ok?"


I replied ok but deep down, I knew I had to watch them. Then after 30 minutes....................

[aravindkkumar08]

Please continue story don't Stop in between

[Aamir_slayer]

Make her relation with her son also.

[Sanaton]

Sanaton
Please update soon. Very much interesting scene suppose we are going to enjoy. The best anal fuck through loaded shit feeling the warmth ,softness of shit, sniffing ,tasting a bit in finger etc with romantic talking. After fucking let them enjoy bathroom fantacy like shitting of Joya in front Vikrom. Peeing on vikrom's mouth at his request. Let Joya,'s son to watch hiding under curtain or closed door. But please don't let son fuck mother. This will be sin.