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(((FOR THOSE BUMPING ON THIS PART OF THE STORY FOR THE FIRST TIME, THIS SECTION OF THE STORY IS WHERE MY DAD'S COLLEAGUE, SIR SURESH, FUCKS MY MOM IN OUR HOUSE WHILE MY DAD WAS SLEEPING DUE TO TIREDNESS OF TRAVELLING. ENJOY!!)))




"That’s so sweet of you, my cutiepie," my dad smiled warmly, clearly pleased by my mom's lies.

We all settled down in the sitting room. My dad who looked tired, sank into the sofa, looking around the room as though taking in the familiar surroundings. I joined him on the couch, the silence between us filled with the weight of unspoken things, unspoken lies and betrayal behind his back.

He looked around the house but he there was nothing that was different, or nothing that gave an air of suspicion, this is because mom ensured that all things were back in place the same way my dad left it. Earlier in the house before dad came, Sir Suresh with my mom's love games made the sitting room quite untidy.

"So, how’s college been?" my dad asked me after a few moments of quiet, his eyes tired but his voice still bright.

"It’s been tough," I answered, trying to focus on the conversation instead of the thoughts running through my mind. "Lots of assignments, but I’m keeping up. How about you? Work keeping you busy?" I asked, genuinely curious.

My dad nodded, his eyes dimming slightly. "Yeah, it’s been exhausting. Traveling for work, meeting new people... there's barely any time to catch up on things at home."

As he spoke, I couldn’t help but notice how tired he looked, the bags under his eyes betraying the long hours he must have been putting in. But there was something else too. Inasmuch as dad was tired and working very hard, on the other hand, my mom was cuddling with another man while he was aware. 

Friends, I don't know but this type of betrayal made my dick hard just thinking about it. But then again, I thought to myself, This is a good lie. It’s a holy lie that my mom is hiding from dad. It’s meant to protect my mom, and sometimes protection comes at a cost.

I didn’t feel guilty. I couldn’t. I knew what was happening, and I had come to accept that sometimes things were meant to remain hidden. In this case, Sir Suresh was taking something important from my dad, my mom, his most precious property. 

My mom had let Sir Suresh  take it, and now my dad had no idea that his property is being used fully and it has been recently used on his marital bed.

I told myself, If my dad didn't take care of mom, then someone else will. It’s no big deal.

Just as I was ,.ng this over, my mom entered the sitting room from the kitchen, carrying a tray with tea cups. She placed it down on the table between us.

“Here, my love and my Rajeev,” she told me and dad, her voice still high, her nervous energy palpable. "I made tea for you two"

My dad took a sip from his cup, nodding in approval. "This is really good tea, my love. You’ve really been taking care of things while I was gone."

"Of course," My mom replied quickly, flashing her usual smile. "Anything for you, my king."

In my head I was telling myself, "my mom was also taking care of Sir Suresh"

But as mom spoke, I noticed something else. She was trying too hard to sound casual. She was pretending like she wasn’t hiding anything from my dad. The tension in her movements was visible. She wanted to make sure my dad didn’t get suspicious that Sir Suresh had been around when he wasn’t.

Of course dad knew that Sir Suresh was here at Pune but he didn't know that Sir Suresh was also used to sleep on his bed and fuck his wife in the previous days he was absent. 

The silence stretched for a moment before my dad spoke again. “By the way, how’s Sir Suresh? Has he been coming to greet you guys?” My mom stiffened slightly at the mention of Sir Suresh's name. She seemed taken aback, her eyes darting nervously to me for a split second before she answered. “Oh, Sir Suresh's... very nice, my king. He's always been so kind. Very supportive. We get along well.”

Her voice was smooth, but I could sense her discomfort. I couldn’t help but wonder what was going through my dad's mind, listening to my mom praise someone she trusted.

I, too, chimed in, agreeing with my mom's words. “Sir Suresh is really good, dad. You should see how caring he is with everyone. He also bought me some video games.”

For a moment, my dad looked at me smiling. He seemed to be processing something, though I couldn’t tell exactly what. Maybe he was noticing the strange vibe between in my mom's words, or perhaps he was questioning the sincerity behind our words. "OOh I know, Sir Suresh is a nice man", my dad said.

"He has been such a nice person ever since he helped me get that job", dad said. However my dad praised Sir Suresh, my dad had no idea that the person he is praising was fucking his wife very hard.

"And he is very rich", I said while mom also smiled at me. "Yes, you are right Rajeev", dad replied, "Sir Suresh is a co-operative luminary and is a wealthy man, you will also be wealthy one day."


In my head, I felt good as dad told me that one day I will be as rich as Sir Suresh. Friends, in fact, when I grow up, I just want to be like Sir Suresh and rich so that I can also fuck other men's wives. It is such a fun thing to do fucking a woman who is not yours. I never knew it is so much tastier to fuck another man's wife.

To me, Sir Suresh was like my role model. The way he fucked a woman that is not legally his (my mom) and made that woman his own woman made me think that this is the way to go.

Just then, my dad's gaze fell on something shiny and gleaming around my mom's neck. A necklace an expensive one. His eyes widened because he has never seen my mom wearing that kind of expensive necklace. Not only that, my dad could hardly even afford that type of expensive necklace.

 “My love, that’s such a beautiful necklace! Who bought it for you?” my dad asked.

My mom almost choked on her tea, her eyes widening in surprise. For a moment, she froze, her fingers tightening around the cup. I could see her mind racing as she struggled to come up with an answer.

"Uh... it was from a... female friend," my mom lied so quickly, her voice a little breathless. “She gave it to me as a gift.” Friends, from the start of the conversation between my mom and dad, my mom had just been lying throughout to dad.


I remember that necklace very well, it was the same necklace that Sir Suresh bought my mom when both three of us went to Mumbai. I thought my mom forgot to remove it but I just thought that it was so good on her so she decided to wear it.


I watched as my dad nodded, accepting my mom's explanation without question. "It looks really good on you, someone may think that you are a queen", my dad said as this compliment made my mom shy.


Friends, one thing about my dad is that whatever mom said to him, he always believed because he was sure that my mom would never lie to him. But now, he doesn't know that my mom was lying to him extremely.

My dad then smiled, clearly pleased that my mom had a friend who cared enough to give her such a precious gift. But he doesn't know that my mom's friend and fuck mate is Sir Suresh, his own colleague.

In that moment, I felt a pang of guilt for my dad. He has no idea, I thought. He was being lied to, and he trusted us both. But then again, I reminded myself, This is a holy lie.

Just as I was ,.ng this over, my mom quickly followed up with another piece of praise. “Sir Suresh has been so wonderful to me, my love. He is a nice person, I am happy that you found such a good person.”

My dad looked at my mom, a little puzzled. He didn’t seem to understand why my mom was suddenly so full of praise for Sir Suresh. But he accepted it without pressing further.

"I’ll have to meet him sometime, I know he is a very busy person despite him coming here in Pune" my dad said, smiling, though I could sense his curiosity but he looked sleepy. I wanted to tell my dad Sir Suresh is not a busy person because he had all the time to fuck my mom but I didn't even dare say that.

I, too, added to the conversation, agreeing with my mom once again. "Sir Suresh is a great person, dad. Really caring and thoughtful. When are you going to invite him dad?" I asked

"Ooh you mean Sir Suresh?", dad asked. "Yes", I answered. "Ooh very soon, I will call him right now to see when he can come. His hectic job rarely gives him a chance but let me try", my dad answered.

Then I glanced at my mom and for some reason, her face was smiling, she was looking happy and I think it is because my dad acknowledged that he was going to invite Sir Suresh over. Friends, I knew that my mom was really in love with Sir Suresh because every time his name was mentioned, she was automatically smiling.


Then as dad talked to Sir Suresh over his phone, it was clear that Sir Suresh was coming. "Ohh right now? you will be free? Well alright, you can come over", I heard dad telling Sir Suresh over the phone.

Friends, I was amazed that Sir Suresh was going to come to our house and many thoughts were ringing inside my head like how is my mom going to behave in front of the person who fucked her plus in front of her husband.


And also I had very naughty thoughts asking myself if Sir Suresh was actually going to fuck my mom inside our house while my dad was sleeping. Could that really happen? It was hard for me to envision that kind of scenario unfolding right within our house.


But deep down inside, I knew my shy mom will never allow that to happen because she will get afraid but I knew Sir Suresh doesn't fear anything. He can fuck my mom inside our house even when dad is sleeping. If he fucked mom already, then what else can he not do?

It was a sweltering noon when Sir Suresh arrived at our house. The cicadas outside were loud, and the occasional gust of wind barely relieved the heavy atmosphere. My dad had called him earlier in the day, and although Sir Suresh's visits were not unusual, there was something about his arrival this time that felt different.

Dressed in his usual confident attire of expensive suit, he stepped inside with an air of familiarity, his bright smile lighting up his face. His bag dangled from one shoulder, and he greeted everyone with his typical ease.

“Namaste, friend!” Sir Suresh said as he entered, bowing slightly in respect to my father, who was seated on the sofa reading the newspaper.

Dad set aside the newspaper he had been reading, adjusting his glasses as he looked up at Sir Suresh. "Ah, Suresh, welcome. It's good to see you. How have you been?"

"Doing well, Sir," Suresh replied as he took a seat across from him. "Busy, as always, but managing."

They exchanged pleasantries, their conversation flowing easily. Dad inquired about Suresh's work, mentioning a mutual acquaintance they both knew, and Suresh shared updates on his latest projects. I sat nearby, pretending to read a book, but I was really tuned in to their conversation.

At that moment, my mom was not in the sitting room, she was still in the kitchen. As Sir Suresh discussed with my dad, I noticed he kept looking around the house trying to find where my mom is. I knew Sir Suresh really missed my mom and missed fucking her no wonder he was constantly surveying the house with his eyes while sitting down.


My mom then  walked into the room carrying a tray of tea. I couldn’t help but notice how her movements seemed unsteady, her hands trembling slightly as she placed the tray on the table. She already knew that Sir Suresh was in the house. She glanced at him, her expression a mix of nervousness and forced composure.

"Tea for everyone," she said softly, pouring the cups and handing one to Suresh. As my mom bent to serve tea to us, I noticed her boobs were visible under her bra and blouse and this made Sir Suresh's eyes gaze deep into her cleavage. "How are you Sir", my mom greeted Sir Suresh. "I'm fine, you cooked one of your favorite tea huh?", Sir Suresh said which made my dad laugh.




"Thank you, Ji," Sir Suresh said warmly, his deep voice carrying an easy charm. He was constantly gazing at my mom. My dad who was not aware of what was going on because he wanted to sleep so badly.

My mom and hurried back to the kitchen. Her unease was obvious, though Sir Suresh didn’t seem to pay it any mind. She shook her fat ass as she walked to the kitchen and this naughty Suresh was gazing at it even when dad was with him. He sipped his tea, continuing his conversation with Dad about politics and recent developments in the area.

After a while, Dad leaned back in his chair, stifling a yawn. "I’m feeling a bit drained. Suresh, excuse me for a bit. I think I’ll take a bath to freshen up."


"Of course, Sir," Sir Suresh replied with a polite smile.

Dad stood and stretched before heading down the hallway toward the bathroom. As he disappeared from view, I caught a fleeting exchange of smiles between Suresh and my mom who came back from the kitchen. She lingered near the doorway, her hands fidgeting with the hem of her sari, before quickly retreating to the kitchen again.

Sir Suresh stood and followed her, his steps deliberate and unhurried. Curious, I slipped out of my seat and quietly trailed behind him, stopping just outside the kitchen to listen. I wondered what he was going to do. What I was dreaming of was unfolding. I knew Sir Suresh was a brave man and he was about to touch another man's wife inside our house.

Inside the kitchen, my mom was wiping down the counter when Sir Suresh stepped in. She turned to him, startled.

"What are you doing here?" she whispered sharply.

Suresh leaned casually hugged my mom near the counter, a faint smile playing on his lips. "I wanted to see you, of course."

"Sir Suresh ," my mom hissed, glancing nervously toward the hallway, "my husband is in the house. Are you out of your mind? What if he hears us?"

Sir Suresh didn’t seem concerned. Instead, he picked up my mom and placed her on the counter, cradling her in his hands as though she was something precious. My mom didn't even resist. All this was happening while my dad was bathing.

Friends, it was so hot seeing this. My dad was bathing while his wife was being held by his colleague whom he just called. "Let go of me Suresh," my mom said urgently, trying to pull my Sir Suresh. "If he sees you doing this, he’ll get suspicious!"

But Sir Suresh held on my mom firmly and started kissing her on the lips. How brave this man was. My mom didn't even resist but she was surprised how Sir Suresh was brave. She kept her hands on the back of his head as she kissed him too. I couldn't even believe what I was seeing, my mom was allowing another man to kiss her while my dad was bathing.

How risky was this? OOhhh soo hot. As I watched this, my dick slightly became hard and I was rubbing it.

Then after two minutes of kissing, mom broke the kiss. "What’s the harm?" Sir Suresh said with a teasing grin. "I can hold you even if you are not mine. This body of yours is only mine"

My mom sighed, though a reluctant smile tugged at her lips. "You’re impossible," she muttered while wiping her lips.

"Admit it," Sir Suresh said with a low chuckle, "you miss me, right? You miss my dick, you miss my kiss and you miss the way I touch your body and the way I fucked you"

My mom shook her head, her smile widening despite her evident nervousness. "Fine," she said, tapping Sir Suresh's cheeks . "Yes, I miss  you. Happy now?"

"Very," Sir Suresh said, his voice full of amusement. This time without even Sir Suresh kissing her, my mom decided by herself to kiss him on the lips. I was really amazed by how my mom was brave and how she changed completely.


Friends, even when we used to have visitors of our relatives at home, my mom was not even seen, she used to be in her room because she was shy in front of other men of our relative side. But now she is in the kitchen, kissing another man while my dad is bathing. After kissing her, he placed her back on the down from the counter with deliberate care.

I caught a glimpse of him squeezing her boobs.

After a moment, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a small packet of white powder.

"What’s that?" My mom asked, her brow furrowing in suspicion. I also questioned myself what was that powder for but I waited eagerly to know what was the purpose. My dad was still bathing not knowing what was unfolding within his house.

"A little something to help your husband sleep," Suresh said nonchalantly, holding up the packet. "It’s harmless, just a mild sedative. He looks tired, don’t you think? Let’s add this to his milk. He’ll wake up feeling refreshed, and we’ll have a bit of time to ourselves for a nice fuck."

Mom's eyes widened, and she stepped back. "Are you serious? What if it harms him?"

"It won’t," Suresh said calmly. "It’s perfectly safe. He needs the so that I can fuck you baby, I can't hold it for so long, I have been thinking about you, Sunita. Trust me."

My mom hesitated, her eyes darting between Suresh and the packet. "I don’t know, Suresh. This doesn’t feel right. Can't you just wait for few more days?"

Suresh placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "I can't wait darling. It’s for his own good. I am jealous of him, I can't stand him touching your body, I want you to quench my thirst baby, I know you have also missed me. You will thank me later."

After a long pause, my mom sighed, her resistance fading. She took the packet from him, her expression still uncertain.

Before leaving the kitchen, Suresh leaned down and kissed my mom on her lips and squeezed her fat ass lightly.

I stood frozen in the hallway, unable to process what I had just witnessed. Yet, the more I thought about it, the more I felt that Suresh’s idea wasn’t entirely wrong. Dad did look like he needed some rest, and if this was harmless, then maybe it wasn’t such a bad thing.

And it was also the right idea because if Sir Suresh fucks my mom in the house, my dad may wake up and see the ultimate betrayal right in front of his face.

I returned to the living room just as Suresh reappeared, his demeanor as composed as ever. He sat down and caught my eye with a knowing smile.

"You look lively today Rajeev," he said, his tone light. "Maybe," I replied, trying to sound casual.

He chuckled softly. "That’s a good quality. Lively people are rare."

Before I could respond, my mom emerged from the kitchen, carrying a glass of milk. She paused for a moment, looking contemplative, before walking briskly toward the hallway where Dad was likely finishing his bath.

When Dad returned, freshly bathed and looking more relaxed, my mom intercepted him.

"Here, drink this," she said, her tone unusually cheerful as she handed him the glass. I could not believe my mom was giving my dad a sleeping pill so that dad can sleep and she could start her fucking with Sir Suresh in the house. Friends, this made me so hot. It was so inconceivable to notice how Sir Suresh was turning my mom to another completely different woman.

Dad took the glass, eyeing her suspiciously. "What’s this sudden sweetness for?" Sir Suresh still looking at my dad hoping that he would drink the milk.

"Nothing," my mom replied with a nervous laugh. "You’ve been working so hard. You deserve it."

Dad shrugged and drank the milk, his focus already shifting to something else. "Finish it all, don't leave a drop", my mom told dad as my dad drank all of it.

Suresh watched the scene unfold with an evil grin across his face, a faint smile playing on his lips. My mom glanced at him briefly, her own smile nervous but present. I couldn’t believe they were conspiring against Dad, but at the same time, I found myself rationalizing it. If this was for his good, then it wasn’t so bad, was it?

Within minutes, dad and Sir Suresh continued chatting in the sitting room, then Dad’s speech began to slur, and Suresh stood, placing a steadying hand on his arm.

"Let’s get you to bed,"  Sir Suresh said gently. This man's plan was going smoothly and my own mom was complicit in it. Friends, deep inside, I also knew that my mom wanted dad to sleep so that she can get fucked by Sir Suresh.

Dad nodded groggily, allowing Suresh to lead him to the bedroom. My mom who came from the kitchen, saw Sir Suresh leading my dad to the kitchen. Sir Suresh glanced at mom and he winked at her. Then, I was astonished when my mom reciprocated with a wink and a naughty smile back to Sir Suresh.

I knew this two lovebirds will do anything just for them to fuck each other.

Once Dad was settled in the bedroom, he drifted off to a sleep and Suresh locked his door then returned to the living room, his movements deliberate and unhurried. He exchanged a subtle glance with my mom, who nodded almost imperceptibly.

Sir Suresh then gestured discreetly for my mom to follow him. The sun dipped below the horizon, it was now 3.00 pm, the sun casting a bright golden hue across our living room. My mom's voice, playful yet tinged with urgency, broke the silence. “Stay in the sitting room, okay? I need to talk to Sir Suresh in the guest room.”

I looked up from my book, excitement swirling in my mind. Dad was dozing off on the bed, the result of a sleeping pill Mom had insisted would help him get some good rest. I knew exactly what was happening—that my mom and Sir Suresh had something planned behind closed doors. My heart raced. There was no way they could be discussing something serious; they were planning to play fuck each other inside our house, and they didn’t want Dad to find out.

“Okay, Mom,” I managed to say, though a mix of disbelief and anticipation flooded my chest.

With a bright smile, she nodded and headed for the guest room, her demeanor calm but with an unmistakable spark of mischief. I returned to my book, but my attention drifted. What if I peeked in? I went to my the master bedroom, glanced over at Dad, his face relaxed in sleep, then back to the guest door where Mom and Sir Suresh had disappeared.

Curiosity gnawed at me, and a sense of rebellion began to bubble up inside. I stood up, heart pounding with the thrill of sneaking a peek, and tiptoed toward the guest room. My footsteps were silent, and when I reached the door, I pressed my ear against it.

“Sir Suresh,” Mom said, her voice a mix of excitement and nervousness, “I really miss your huge cock inside me.” I couldn't believe what my mom was saying.

“Me too, Sunita, I miss fucking your pussy” he replied, the warmth in his voice sending a thrill down my spine. “It’s been too long. Let’s make sure we fuck so hard that we never forget each other." I peeked inside the room through the small window and I saw them started kissing each other wildly inside the room.

A glass that was nearby the fell and shattered because they my mom and Sir Suresh were behaving wildly. But they didn't care about the shattered glass, they continued kissing wildly and almost forgetting that my dad was just in the next room sleeping.




A rush of adrenaline coursed through me. They really were going to fuck each other, while my dad was sleeping! Friends, I would have never imagined that my mom would be so brave to allow another man to fuck her while her husband is sleeping in the next door. This was so hot. I started removing my dick to rub it as I watch the most unimaginable thing happen.



My imagination spun wild at the thought: my mom and Sir Suresh, sneaking around like teenagers, all while Dad lay unaware just down the hall. Not knowing that his wife was about to be fucked in his own house. Aaaahhh that was so hot! 

“Be careful with the noise! We don’t want to wake him!” Mom cautioned, casting a wary glance toward the door. Actually friends, the guest room in our house is such a way that it had two windows, one window was from which I was watching the action but the other window is actually where you can see the door to mom's marital bed, where dad was sleeping.

So each time, my mom took a quick look at the door just to ensure that it was not open. She was really careful. But for Sir Suresh, he didn't care, he continued kissing my mom because he knew the pills will make my dad sleep for longer. “Sunita, trust me,” Sir Suresh replied with a grin, confidence radiating off of him. “That sleeping pill you gave him will keep him out for at least six hours. We've got plenty of time.”

Mom’s tension eased visibly at his reassurance. “Alright then, let’s not waste any time!” Her eyes gleamed with excitement as she caught Sir Suresh's head and continued kissing him. The room inside was filled with sounds of kissing and heavy breathing. I couldn’t figure out what was so special about Sir Suresh that mom missed, maybe his dick, but it seemed important to their plans.

“What were they going to do?” I asked myself quietly, watching intently.

To my surprise, Sir Suresh bent down in front of my mom, who was breathing heavily with passion, excitement gleaming in his eyes, she looked so relished to start this fuck. “Let’s get the juice out of here; (pointing to her pussy which was covered by her back panty) I want to pleasure this pussy of yours from start to finish,” he said.

“Do it fast Suresh! We don’t have much time, remember?” Mom urged, her voice a mix of urgency and thrill and soft moans. By now, my Sir Suresh removed all her clothes and she was only on her black panty.

Sir Suresh smiled, a playful spark in his eye. Then, he bent down further, expertly removing my mom's panty that had been covering her pussy opening. How odd! I marveled at the sight—this was turning into something fantastical.

I wondered just how long this game had been in the making. I watched with fascinated disbelief as he meticulously fingered her pussy, trying not to leave any part of her wet pussy un-licked and un-sucked.

“It’s just like old times, isn’t it?” Sir Suresh remarked with a smile, glancing back at Mom. She grinned in return, her eyes sparkling with mischief and more pleasure. She closed her eyes in a naughty manner. Friends, the way my mom moaned, it was evident that she missed the tongue of Sir Suresh on her pussy lips.

“I just hope we can finish before your husband wakes up. I’d hate for him to find us,” she said, glancing nervously toward the again through the window. 

“Relax, Sunita,” Sir Suresh teased gently. “You need to remember how to enjoy these little escapades and our secret affair. It’s just you and me for now, forget about this foolish husband of yours"

My pulse quickened as I continued to observe them clandestinely. The idea of my mom sneaking around and fucking with Sir Suresh while Dad was completely unaware made my heart flutter with excitement. I knew that Sir Suresh was a holy man, dedicated and responsible. But right now, he was capturing a moment of freedom with my mother, creating a secret world just for the two of them.

Amidst their chatter and moans, I couldn't help but feel a sense of awe. I had never seen my mom so animated, so alive especially at our home when dad is sleeping. She cradled the head of Sir Suresh as he continued sucking my mom's pussy. The atmosphere was charged with energy, almost magical in its intensity.

And then, it happened. Mom suddenly gasped, her eyes widening as she felt a peculiar connection of her pussy with Sir Suresh's tongue. “Sir Suresh! your tongue feels… alive on my pussy aahhhhhhh!” Her voice trembled slightly, the thrill of it all illuminating her face. She held her mouth in order to stifle the moans that was emanating from her mouth.





“Really?” Sir Suresh asked, raising an eyebrow with a playful grin. “Well, maybe my tongue has a spirit that knows how to pleasure your pussy lips.” He began to tease her, removing his dick from his trousers with a flourish, almost theatrically, and my mom watched in awe as he brandished that meat in front of her.

She gasped, and for a moment, everything seemed to fade away—the world outside, time itself. This was their world, full of whimsy and warmth. 

Then, without hesitation, Mom took grabbed his cock and started sucking it, gazing at Sir Suresh as if he were the most fascinating person she had ever met. She was lying on her stomach as she sucked his huge dick. This scene was so erotic. My dad was dreaming in his sleep while his wife is sucking another man's cock just in the next door. OOhhh this is so wonderful! 





Suresh was even surprised how my mom was leading the show. The thing that surprised me the most was the fact that she was doing things without Sir Suresh ordering her to do so. It is like she had rehearsed this before.


The corners of their mouths turned upward into smiles, and I felt an involuntary rush of joy for them—this was their escape from reality, a moment of illicit affair and fun shared between two old friends.

“Sir Suresh,” she said, her expression earnest yet playful, “remember how you fucked me for hours? I can’t believe we got the chance to do this again! And you are the one making me to do this while my own husband is in the house”





He held her head lightly in his hands, moving them back and forth, and let out a mock grunt of effort. “Aahh your mouth feels good around my cock Sunita, aahh suck it baby! Guess I need to channel some extra strength.” After few minutes of sucking, he turned my mom around and he gazed at her fat ass.

I remember how he missed my mom's fleshy, soft and jiggly ass. He held them together and gaze it a tight squeeze which made my mom release a "aaaahhhh uuuuuhh" moan from her mouth. “I miss this fat ass too,” he remarked with a wink, glancing at Mom. “It’s meant for me who knows how to have fun!”


At that moment, the world around me melted away as I was drawn deeper into their secret game. I watched, enthralled, as he buried his face inside her fat ass, scanning its insides and smelling her asshole. “Sunita, this asshole of yours has a serious character!” he exclaimed, his voice muffled but still charming.

Mom moaned softly, her eyes shining. “Aaahhh oooohhhh Well, it certainly captures our spirit, doesn’t it? It seems to hold more than just that aroma that you love.”

“At least the smell of your asshole is pungent!” he replied, wrinkling his nose. “But it’s all part of the charm.” He pulled back, turned my mom again and this time grabbed my mom's big breasts. “Looks like I found your accessories! The milk factory” 

The sight took me by surprise. They were indeed my mother’s big pair of boobs, a pair she had almost forgotten about. And yet here they were, the centerpiece of a whimsical noon time filled with playful intent. 

Sir Suresh placed his dick between my mom's breast and started fucking her boobs, rubbing the his dick between the two melons. My mom was surprised because she was never tit fucked before. "Oohhh what is this, aahhh it feels nice", my mom exclaimed.


"Aahh your breast are so wonderful my love, they deserve to be fucked", Sir Suresh told her as mom held her big boobs against his cock and started rubbing it together. I couldn't still fathom how my mom turned out to be a woman of betrayal, betrayed my dad and yet cheating on him while he is sleeping in the next room.

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This thought made my dick even harder. I took a quick break and went to check on my dad and he was still in deep sleep, the pills were really getting into work. I returned back to the window continued watching my mom and Sir Suresh love games.

What might have seemed like a scandal to me felt like a beautifully crafted adventure in this moment, as I silently vowed to protect this world they had created—one that embodied the essence of friendship, release, and joy.

My mom, my mother, sat perched precariously on the edge of the bed, her hands clasped tightly in her lap, her usually calm demeanor replaced by a nervous energy that thrummed in the quiet room. Across from her, Sir Suresh, a man whose presence filled the space like a summer storm, stood poised before my chubby mom, her skin cool and smooth. 

He gave the my mom a long, almost reverent kiss on her lips, the sound echoing softly in the hushed room. "Sunita," he rumbled, his voice a low, resonant baritone that seemed to vibrate through the very floorboards, "please, be comfortable. This... this ritual requires precision. My dick will fill your pussy"




My mom shifted slightly, her eyes darting nervously towards the closed bedroom door where my dad was sleeping. A faint creak from within the bed they were punctuated the silence, a sound that sent a fresh wave of anxiety through her. "Sir Suresh," she whispered, her voice barely audible, "try to be quiet. The… the rocking… it might wake my husband."

He nodded, his gaze never leaving her face. He began the process, carefully pushed his dick inside my mom's pussy – a dick that looked so big, gleaning with ethereal glow. I heard my mom few weeks back describing his dick as a blend of honey and woodsmoke.


"Aaahhhh  Suresh," My mom moaned, her voice a little higher this time, a tremor of apprehension coloring her tone, "please, don’t hurry! Don’t push it  in so quickly!"

Her astonishment was palpable. Sir Suresh’s movements, despite their apparent care, were surprisingly forceful, his dick movement inside my mom's pussy was relentless, filling her pussy with astonishing speed. The sheer strength he exerted was breathtaking. "Oh my goodness, aahh ahhh aoooohh oouuh Suressshh ahh yesss ooooooohhh" she breathed, her eyes wide, a mixture of awe and fear reflected in their depths. "I can't believe how much strength you're using!"

The bed began to shake, a low tremor that quickly escalated into a violent shudder. My mom gasped, her breath catching in her throat. "Suresh! my pussy is burning aaahhhh oooohhhh"

He merely grunted, his focus unwavering, his brow furrowed in concentration. The muscles in his arms bulged, taut as steel cables, as he continued to fuck my mom's pussy very hard. "When it burns, Sunita, that's when you know the rocking is right. The power… it must be channeled in your pussy in this manner. You know I don't fuck slowly aahh"


I stood watching from the shadows in the corner of the room, a silent observer to this clandestine ritual. An erotic ritual that has been happening between my mom and Sir Suresh. A ritual that my dad, who is sleeping just in the next room didn't know about for centuries.


 I knew Dad was asleep, the sleeping pills my mom had so expertly slipped into his evening milk ensuring a deep, dreamless slumber. This was my mom and Sir Suresh's time, their secret, a clandestine affair hidden beneath the veneer of a normal family life. Dad, bless his oblivious heart, never really cared for my mom, her intricate curvy body and mystical properties lost on him. 

So now, Sir Suresh, with his uncanny understanding of my mom's yearning body, had taken over her care, a responsibility my mom clearly welcomed.

But the scene unfolding before me was far from the simple ritual I had initially anticipated. It wasn't just about Sir Suresh fucking her tight pussy. It was a bizarre, almost surreal game of illicit affair, played with an intensity that bordered on the frantic. Sir Suresh fucked my mom so hard that even her hair started moving up and down as if they were flying.







Sir Suresh, fucking my mom with the skill of a seasoned professional pornstar, moved with surprising agility for a man of his size, his movements precise and powerful. My mom, who was clearly in heaven, breathless and flushed, struggled to keep up, her own movement a blur of motion, her face a mask of exertion and nervous excitement. 

For my friends, I just held my dick moving it up and down just enjoying this scene between my mom and Sir Suresh for the third time. As I gazed at them, I constantly casted my eyes towards my mom's marital bed to see if my dad has woken up, then I was back again watching my mom and Sir Suresh fuck, then back again checking if dad was awake.

It was so fantastic the scenes happening. 

With each powerful stroke from Sir Suresh, his huge dick got buried deep inside my mom's pussy seemingly responding to his will, a bizarre conduit of his energy. My mom, in turn, expertly manipulated widening her legs to accommodate the forceful flow, her movements perfectly synchronized with his.

"Yes, Sunita!" Sir Suresh called out between powerful strokes, his voice strained with exertion, sweat beading on his forehead, "spread those legs! You're doing a good job! The pressure… maintain the pressure!"

My mom moaned loudly, a breathless, gasping sound, her face flushed crimson, her chest heaving, her breast bouncing up and down. The exertion was clearly taking its toll, but her eyes shone with an almost manic energy. The creaking and shaking of the bed, a constant background thrum to their illicit game, added to the tension. My apprehension grew with each creak of the bedsprings – would he my dad wake up? Would this meticulously crafted deception unravel?

Then, with a sudden, unexpected move, Sir Suresh stopped, his powerful strokes abruptly ceasing. He stood up straight, wiping sweat from his brow with the back of his hand, his chest rising and falling rapidly. He turned my mom around, his eyes intense, looking at how her magnificent body jiggled as she turned around in doggystyle

"Sunita," he said, his voice low and serious, his tone shifting from the almost playful energy of the fucking to something far more profound, "be ready. This is going to be… a good force. A strong force. Are you ready for the culmination?"

My mom nodded, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps, her eyes reflecting a mixture of fear and exhilaration. Without warning, he pushed his dick all the way deep inside her pussy, with a forceful surge that left her gasping for breath, her body arching slightly under the pressure.




I watched, my heart pounding in my chest. My mother, playing an illegal sex game with Sir Suresh, while my father slept soundly in the next room. A scandal, yes, a blatant violation of societal norms, a secret tryst played out in the heart of our home. But to me, it was a strangely exhilarating one, a bizarre spectacle that defied logic and reason.

My mom, between gasps, urged Sir Suresh to slow down, but he didn’t listen, the relentless flow continuing, unabated. The sweat on their brows, glistening in the fading light, was a testament to their exertion and intensity, a testament to the raw, untamed power that pulsed between them. 

Sir Suresh held my mom's fat ass for support as he drove his dick deep inside her pussy. "Aahhhh ooohhhoooohhh ooooiiiii aassh Sureesshhh". My mom screamed without even realizing that my dad was sleeping in the next room. How erotic was this? My mom screaming another man's name when her own husband is in the house.


My mom kept glancing nervously towards the bedroom door where my dad was sleeping, her eyes wide with anxiety, her every movement betraying her fear that Dad might wake at any moment, shattering this illicit game, exposing their secret.

Finally, Sir Suresh removed his dick from her pussy. "Sunita," he said, his voice still heavy with exertion, "the next hole, your asshole… I want to fuck your asshole, spread your asscheeks baby. The ritual demands its completion."

My mom shook her head, her face pale, her breaths shallow. "No, please, not now. I'm not ready. I… I need a moment."

He insisted, his voice firm despite his exhaustion. "My love, we must continue. The I miss this asshole of yours. Delay will only weaken the flow, diminish the power." He attempted to connect his dick inside my mom's shithole vessel, but she protested again, her voice laced with genuine fear. "Please, no, not yet… I need a moment… I need to catch my breath…"

Sir Suresh sighed, his features softening slightly, his resolve wavering for a fleeting moment. "Sunita," he said, his voice gentler now, yet still firm, "trust me. This is… this is crucial. The final stage requires your full cooperation. We can't finish without fucking your sweet asshole" He paused, studying her face, his expression searching. "This will be different. This is... the final offering."

My mom hesitated, her gaze flickering towards the bedroom door once more before finally meeting his. Then, with a sigh of resignation, a mixture of fear and surrender in her eyes, she spoke, her voice barely a whisper. "No no please we can't do it here, I don't want to make a mess like the other night, please, my husband is in the house"

Sir Suresh gently adjusted his dick. “Turn around, Sunita. Let me cum on your mouth and face.”

My mom obeyed, her face slick with sweat, her chest still heaving. She turned, her mouth slightly open, her breath coming in ragged gasps, her eyes fixed on the wall. Sir Suresh regarded her, a flicker of something akin to admiration in his eyes, a strange respect for her courage. "Your obedience… it is admirable, Sunita," he murmured, almost to himself.

He raised his dick. He rubbed his dick, a low groan escaping his lips, a sound of both exertion and intense concentration. My shy mom remained still, her mouth open wide, waiting. Then, with a deliberate, controlled movement, he released the his sperms. 

A gush of the thick, white cum filled my mom's cute mouth and ran down her chin, staining her skin, ruining her lipstick, leaving her momentarily speechless, momentarily breathless. The scene was both shocking and strangely captivating, a stark contrast to the quiet, sun-drenched living room. The air hung heavy with a mixture of exertion, exhaustion, and a strange, unspoken intensity.

Then Sir Suresh the as Sir Suresh finished cumming on her face, she woke up. Then, my mom heard my dad waking up from the bed, I also heard dad waking up. My mom was shocked.... she hurried up as I ran quickly back to the sitting room after I also cummed on my hands.


TO BE CONTINUED.......DON'T MISS THE NEXT EPISODE!!

[nadia]

[size=large][b]THIS IS MY REAL MOM, TWO DAYS AFTER THAT INCIDENT

[nadia]

Time to include our boy into the crime, bro.. No more peep ins please..

Would be difficult because I'm writing from a real perspective. Let's see

[nadia]

Make it more disgusting more unfaithful and shameless

yes, it gets dirtier and dirtier and even filthier. Be ready, buckle up for the next chapter!!

[nadia]

His sperms, thick and viscous, which was his sperms clung to my mother's face and dripped from the corners of her mouth. Sir Suresh, his breath coming in ragged gasps, leaned closer. "Sunita," he said, his voice low, a husky whisper barely audible above the frantic beat of my own heart, "let me see you spill some of that… onto your wedding ring."

A thrill, a strange mixture of excitement and unease, shot through me. This was it—a blatant act of defiance, a secret spitting in the face of my father’s trust, a profane act played out in the very heart of our home. 

The air crackled with a tension so thick, it felt palpable. My mother, her eyes glistening with a mixture of fear and exhilaration, didn't hesitate. With a slow, deliberate movement, she smeared his sperms which were in her mouth on her wedding ring.

Sir Suresh smiled, a smile and gleam in his eyes, and my mother met his gaze, a strange desire showing on her face. More of the his cum dripped from her mouth, an erotic sight of a shared communion. The silence stretched, heavy and expectant.


I couldn't believe my mom spitted Sir Suresh's cum on her wedding ring. This meant that she desecrated the holiness of her marriage with my dad and now chose to obey Sir Suresh. My mom really turned completely to another woman. It was so astonishing to see a traditional mom like my mom turn into another woman who loves dick more.

"Clever girl," Sir Suresh murmured, his voice thick with barely contained excitement. "Very clever indeed. I love seeing you spit on your wedding ring, it turns me on" Then my mom answered, "You are such a naughty person for making me do this Suresh"

He reached out, his fingers brushing against her cheek, lingering for a moment before retracting. The touch was intimate, a silent dominance.

For me, I felt a wave of nausea. This wasn't the holy ritual I'd initially imagined. This was something far more sinister, far more erotic. The air was thick with the scent of the substance, a sweetness that showed more of their illicit affair.

A low groan emanated from my father’s room. The sound shattered the charged silence, sending a jolt of panic through both my mother and Sir Suresh. For me, since I was close to my father's door, I peeked into the bedroom and he seemed awake.


My mom and Sir Suresh's face, previously flushed with a mixture of exertion and illicit pleasure were now shocked. The gleam in Sir Suresh's eyes vanished, replaced by a look of stark fear.

"Quick!" My mom hissed, her voice sharp with urgency, the remnants of Sir Suresh's cum smeared across her face. "Get dressed! My husband's awake!" Her voice, usually so calm and measured, was now sharp with fear. The carefully constructed facade of domestic tranquility was crumbling around them. 

I too, with my hand full of cum after cumming while seeing them both fuck, decided to walk slowly towards the bedroom while I wiped my hands against my trouser. Was this the day my dad was going to catch my mom and Sir Suresh red-handed? I waited to see.

Sir Suresh, his movements clumsy and hurried in his panic, began fumbling with his clothes, his eyes darting nervously towards the bedroom door. His usually controlled demeanor was replaced by a desperate fluster. He was sweating profusely due to the fucking he gave my mom.

"Hurry, Suresh!" my mom pleaded, her voice trembling slightly. "Before he catches us!" She grabbed at her saree, pulling it around her, her movements frantic and clumsy. 

Sir Suresh's sperms, which seemed a lot, now smeared across mom's breasts and arms, added to the chaotic impression. I, unable to tear my gaze away from this unfolding drama, felt a surge of guilt mixed with hot fascination.

The sound of my father shifting in bed echoed from the adjacent room, a low rumble that sent another wave of panic through my mother. She pushed past Sir Suresh, her half-dressed form a blur of motion. 

“Go! Go now!” she urged, her voice strained and barely a whisper. “Let me go and check him, I think his sleep was destructed when the glass shattered”

I, unable to bear witness to their panicked retreat any longer, ran back to the sitting room, desperate to escape the scene, to avoid being seen by them.

The silence of the sitting room was evident yet the tension remained thick in the air. Every creak of the floorboards, every sigh of the wind outside the window, felt amplified, echoing the pounding of my own heart.


For me, watching Sir Suresh and my mom fuck each other was an extravaganza show that thrilled me to the core. This man named Suresh really corrupted and perverted my once religious mom to his own who...whor....wh..., I don't want to say that name, let us just say, "his woman".


I remained in the sitting, rubbing my hands against my trouser to dry my hands off my cum. I didn't believe how much cum Sir Suresh spilled on my mom's face, this man really stored a lot of his cum just to spill it on her chest and face. This was so hot.




I have never even seen my dad cumming that much. My mom, half-dressed and filled with the sperms, burst into my father's room. My dad was half awake, his eyes still half-closed, the lingering effects of the sleeping pills clouding his perception. 

The reason for his awakening was clear – a sharp crack, like shattering glass, that had echoed from the guest room when Sir Suresh was fucking mom, a sound I now understood to be the accidental breakage of a small decorative vase during their fucking.

"My love," my father mumbled, his voice thick with sleep, his eyes still heavy-lidded, "what is going on? I heard… glass shattering." His words were slurred, his thoughts still trapped in the hazy realm of slumber.

My mom, her voice strained, attempted to maintain a calm facade. "It was just a dream, darling," she said, her voice slightly shaky, but trying to convey a reassuring tone. "A bad dream. You were just dreaming. Just go back to sleep darling"

She began to wipe Sir Suresh's cum off her face, right next to my dad, she wasn't even afraid if he would know, her movements clumsy, her attempts at concealment unconvincing. 

"But…what's that on your face?" my father mumbled, his eyes slowly focusing. "And…why are you half-dressed?" The sleeping pills were losing their grip, his senses slowly sharpening.

My mom's eyes darted around, her mind racing. "It's… yoghurt," she stammered, her voice barely a whisper. "I was having a late-evening snack… and… I had a little accident." The lie hung in the air, flimsy and unconvincing. 

Friends, my mom was quite sharp in lying. She way she lied to my dad was something really could make your dick hard. As she spoke, I saw Sir Suresh slip out of the guest room behind her, moving with the secretive speed of a shadow. 

He was hurriedly tightening his trousers as he passed the doorway, making his way towards the sitting room. I retreated further into the shadows of the sitting room, not wanting to be seen.

Sir Suresh found me there, his face a mask of strained composure. He saw the apprehension on my face and tried to engage me in casual conversation, his words tumbling over each other in his nervousness.

"Rajeev, my boy," he said, trying to sound casual, but his voice trembled slightly. "How are you doing? It’s a lovely day, isn't it?" He patted my head, his touch awkward and forced. As he patted my head, I felt the wetness of his hands and I knew it was my mom's saliva.

He adjusted his shirt, he was a really calm man, you couldn't even suspect that he just fucked another man's wife.

"Sir Suresh," I started, my voice betraying my unease. "Why are you… sweating so much?" The question hung in the air, heavy with unspoken knowledge.

He chuckled calmly, wiping his brow with the back of his hand. "Oh, it's just… the heat, Rajeev. This room is rather stuffy, isn't it?, Your mom was even sweating, that guest room is really sweltering" 

He tried to maintain a casual demeanor, but his attempts felt strained and unconvincing. His lie was transparent; I knew he was sweating from the fucking encounter he just had with my mother. 

I could see sweat still cascading down his forehead, his vest clinging damply to his chest. From a distance, I overheard my mother's soothing voice coaxing my father back to sleep, her words a carefully crafted tapestry of reassurance. The sound was punctuated by my father's increasingly sleepy grunts. I returned my attention to Sir Suresh.

“Sir Suresh,” I pressed, my voice low and serious. “Did you finish discussing with my mom?”

He shifted, his eyes darting around the room. “Rajeev,” he began, his voice strained, “I had a wonderful discussion with your mom, you did a good thing not to disturb us. You are a good boy” He offered a weak smile, a pale imitation of his usual cheerful demeanor, patting my head.

I knew, with absolute certainty, that he was lying. But I remained silent, watching as he continued to fidget, his discomfort palpable. The knowledge of their secret, their transgression, hung heavy in the air between us, unspoken but understood.

My mother emerged from the bedroom a short while later, still half-dressed, but carrying a strange sense of uneasy composure. She smiled at me, a strained, almost apologetic smile.

"Rajeev, you are a good boy for not disturbing us," she said, her voice soft, almost conspiratorial. "Wait for me. I'm going to take a bath, and then we can have some tea." Her words felt hollow, laced with an underlying tension that I couldn't ignore.


Sir Suresh, his face still wet with sweat, gave me a similar instruction. "And wait for me, Rajeev. I’m going to freshen up as well.”

I nodded, my heart pounding a restless rhythm against my ribs. The charade was painfully obvious. Their illegal sex game was so clear; their clandestine encounter, however, remained a secret to my oblivious father.

I waited, pretending to occupy myself with a cartoon magazine. After a suitable interval, an interval long enough to allow them time to "freshen up," an interval filled with unspoken implications, my curiosity, stronger than my guilt, overcame me. 

I decided to confirm my suspicions. I headed towards the bathroom, my footsteps silent, my heart pounding in my chest. Peeking through the slightly ajar door, I saw them. My mother and Sir Suresh were bathing together! 

He was standing in front of her, his hands on her back squeezing her big ass, rubbing gently, his touch intimate and possessive. The scene was shocking, undeniable, and profoundly disturbing. Their secret, their illicit affair, was so hot to see. 

"Today was the best time of my life, Sunita", Sir Suresh said as he squeezed my mom's face cheeks. "Why?", mom questioned while smiling at him. "Because I got to fuck the wife of the person I hate", Sir Suresh said.

"You are an evil person but I like your evil mind", my mom said as she kissed him on the lips, locked.

The weight of that knowledge, the bitter taste of betrayal, filled me with a sense of profound unease. The secret was overwhelming. My mom and Sir Suresh were bathing together,  in our house while my dad was sleeping. 

I couldn't believe that they were not even caring if my dad would wake up and see both of them inside the bathroom. Their love games was so intense that they didn't want anyone to disturb them.

Friends, I didn't even believe how this man Suresh was hard again and it was just 10 minutes ago that he cummed and yet he is still hard again ready for the next fuck?

I mean, I don't blame him because if anyone sees my mom's curvy chubby body, anyone will fuck her for even 10 hours non stop. That body of my mom is simply intoxicating and tantalizingly marvelous.



The steam in the small bathroom hung thick and heavy, a hazy veil obscuring the details but not the intensity of the scene. My mother, Sunita, stood with her back to the slightly ajar door, I could see her fat ass jiggling. Water cascaded down her back, tracing the curves of her still-ample curvy body. 

Sir Suresh, his damp hair plastered to his forehead, stood in front of her, his hands resting lightly on her shoulders kissing her, a possessive possessiveness that sent a shiver down my spine. The air throbbed with unspoken tension, a silent hum of illicit excitement.





"Sunita," Sir Suresh’s voice was a low murmur, barely audible above the rush of water, "my dick is hard again. I want to push it inside your tight pussy."

My mother didn’t even turn. Her voice, when she spoke, was barely a whisper, a mixture of exhaustion and reluctant acquiescence. "Again, Suresh? You never tire. Please stop, we will continue another time, not now"

Sir Suresh chuckled, the sound rough and urgent. "Tire? My dear Sunita, this is not mere… exertion. This is… devotion. A sacred act of… replenishment." His words were laced with a mixture of vigor and lust.

My mom sighed, the sound barely audible above the sound of the running water. "But what if my husband wakes up? He might see us" The plea, however, lacked its usual conviction; a weariness seemed to have settled over her, as if the fear had become a dull ache rather than a sharp pang.

Sir Suresh dismissed her concern with a wave of his hand. "Your husband is under the influence of a powerful sleeping pill. He'll sleep through an earthquake, let alone a little… fucking in the bathroom." His tone was dismissive, bordering on contemptuous of her worries.

He moved with surprising strength and agility, his hands firm and decisive as he encircled my mother’s chubby body. He turned her around, her back now towards him, and his voice, though still low, held a note of command. “Bend, my lovely queen, let me fuck this pussy again.”

My mom's pussy seemed so sweet for this man. My poor dad sleeping in the other room doesn't even recognize that somebody else is savoring the sweetness of his wife's pussy.

My mother, looking utterly exhausted – a stark contrast to Sir Suresh’s vibrant energy – complied without protest. Her fat ass, soft and rounded, swayed slightly as she bent, her breath coming in short, shallow gasps. 

The weariness in her posture was undeniable. Without warning, he pushed his dick inside her tight pussy from behind. My mother released a sharp gasp, a sound that was both pain and pleasure. Sir Suresh held her hair tightly, his grip almost painful, his face with a grin.

His movements were quick, almost brutal in their efficiency; the contrast between his aggressive energy and her passive compliance was striking. My mother's chubby body jiggled with each thrust, the movement both obscene and oddly mesmerizing.

Watching from the slightly opened door, I was overcome by a mixture of fascination. It was amazing, in a twisted, naughty way. The audacity of their actions, their stark disregard for the risk of being caught, was shocking. They seemed utterly unconcerned by the possibility of being caught red-handed, their focus solely on the physical act.

They continued their illicit fucking, his dick went in and out of her tight pussy. "Aahh Suresh aahhh oohh yesss aahhh ahh fuckk meee aooohhh", my mom moaned, her sounds echoing in the bathroom.

"Aaahh yes yes Suresh aahh fuck my pussy hard aahhhh yesss yess", I didn't believe what I was hearing from my mom's mouth. 

Sir Suresh - Yess scream my name Sunita, tell me how much you love this dick

My mom - aaaahh I love it I love it give it to me....aaahhhh......give it to me the hard way...ooohhhiiiiii





The shower water doing little to hide the intensity of the moment. Sir Suresh’s dick moved relentlessly, in and out, his actions forceful and unyielding. My mother's body trembled, her breath coming in short, shallow gasps, the sounds barely audible above the roar of the shower.

After a few minutes, Sir Suresh groaned, a low, this meant that he was about to cum. I knew that he was about to fill her. My mother, sensing his climax, quickly told him to stop. “Suresh, please…not inside, don't cum inside please, withdraw it”

He withdrew his dick with a sharp, sucking sound, he immediately spilled his cum onto my mother’s back. The liquid splattered, faster than I had ever seen it before, reaching as far as her shoulder.

This man fucked my mom twice in our house today, all this while my foolish dad is dozing and dreaming in the next room.

He turned her around, their faces mere inches apart, and kissed her, a passionate, desperate kiss that held a hint of wild abandon. My mother responded with equal intensity, her arms wrapping around his neck, her body pressed tightly against his. The kiss was intense, a brutal expression of their forbidden desires.

"Ok enough for today Suresh, I now understand that you love me, but for now, Rajeev might catch us," she whispered, pulling away. Her eyes, usually so calm and peace, now held a wild spark of excitement. "Go back to the sitting room."

The intensity of their illicit affair was hot. I retreated back to the sitting room, pretending to read a cartoon magazine, my heart pounding a frantic rhythm against my ribs.

Sir Suresh emerged from the bathroom a few minutes later, wrapped in a towel. He offered me a strained smile, his usual jovial pretense replaced by a nervous energy.

"Rajeev, my boy," he said, attempting a light tone, "did you enjoy the cartoons?"

"Yes, sir," I mumbled, my eyes darting nervously towards the bathroom door.

"Good, good," he said, avoiding my gaze. "Perhaps later we can play badminton." His voice betrayed his tension.

Soon, my mother emerged from the bathroom, her face flushed, her hair damp to her forehead. She went straight to her bedroom where my father was still sleeping. It was clear she needed to change her clothes.

She returned to the sitting room, her eyes flickering nervously around, her movements hesitant. She busied herself making tea, her hands trembling slightly as she poured the water. She brought the tea to me and Sir Suresh, she was now calm.

Both of them looked happy, I could see in their eyes as they winked at each other.

Sir Suresh bid us goodbye, his departure a hurried retreat. My mother followed him to the door, I saw her body was glowing. From the window, I saw him kiss my mother’s lips, his hands squeezing the fat flesh of her ass, his voice a low murmur barely audible. "Next time," he whispered, "I want you to come to my house, I want to fuck your asshole, I didn't fuck it today."

My mother smiled with excitement in her eyes. “We should be careful, Suresh. My husband is around,” she said, her voice barely a whisper.

After Sir Suresh left, I watched my mother. She was happy, almost excited. She would smile to herself, lost in her own thoughts; it was obvious she was happy with the illicit encounters, the forbidden pleasure with Sir Suresh.

Her secret was hers, and hers alone. It was clear to me that she had fallen for him, that he had conquered her, despite her marriage to my father. The stolen moments, the clandestine sex between them, the forbidden pleasures—they had captured her heart, leaving me to question the stability of my family’s foundation and the complexities of adult desires.



NEXT PART COMING SOON! GUYS WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT THIS UNFOLDING!

[nadia]

I read a cuckold story where a son was working on a car wash. The owner of the car wash has an affair with her step nephew,a black boy(forget the name). The son find about the affair. Later the car wash owner inform this to the mother and sack the son' job. Then the mother find out son's fantasies and collection of her bikini pictures in son's computer and took total control of his son's life and made him cuckold. The mom also began an affair with the black boy that i mentioned early.
I READ IT ON LITEROTICA BUT FORGET THE NAME OF THE STORY. CAN ANYONE TELL ME THE NAME OF THIS STORY??

Just type the tags of the story then search by "advanced", you will find it. Good luck!

[nadia]

(( FOR THOSE BUMPING ONTO THIS STORY FOR THE FIRST TIME, THIS CHAPTER IS HOW ME AND MY MOM MET RAHUL'S MOM, JAYA, ENJOY!!))




The next day dawned bright and warm, the sun filtering through my window as I got ready for college. I felt an unsettling mix of excitement and satisfaction, recalling the unexpected scene I had witnessed the day before—my mom and Mr. Suresh playing fucking each other in our house in the guest room while my dad was sleeping in the master bedroom.

I went to college and as the college day ended, I eagerly made my way through the crowd of kids, finally spotting my friend Rahul. He was leaning against the gate of the college, casually watching as students filed past, waiting for his mom to pick him up.

We always come to this spot every single day where we meet and have a chat as we wait for our respective parents to pick us up.

“Hey, Rahul!” I called, waving as I walked over.

“Hey! What’s up? How are you doing” he replied with a grin, his eyes lighting up as I approached.

“You won’t believe what I saw yesterday!” I leaned in closer, my voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper.

“What happened?” Rahul’s curiosity raised instantly.

“I saw my mom and Mr. Suresh fucking in our house as my own dad was sleeping” I exclaimed, my pulse quickening as I recalled the secretive atmosphere.

“No way! Seriously?” he asked, wide-eyed.

“Yeah! And you won’t believe this—they were really sneaky about it. Before they started fucking, Mr. Suresh gave her a sleeping pill, and she secretly added it to my dad’s milk so that he will doze off to sleep” 

“Whoa, that’s intense!” Rahul exclaimed, clearly fascinated. “They thought no one would see them? I mean, it's pretty wild, but honestly, in our suburban area, this kind of stuff happens all the time like I told you before. People have secrets!”


“Right?” I said, glancing around to make sure no one was eavesdropping. “What if Dad finds out? He’ll freak out!”

Just then, Rahul’s mom, Jaya, pulled up in her car, waving at us from the driver’s side. I felt a wave of relief wash over me—having someone to talk to and circulate my thoughts with was great.

“Hey, Rahul! Ready to go?” Jaya called out warmly, stepping out of the car.

“Yeah, Mom!” Rahul replied, then turned to me. “Come on! You can ride with us.”

“Really? That would be awesome!” I accepted eagerly, especially since my mom had mentioned she would be twenty minutes late.





I climbed into the back seat, and as we drove down the familiar streets, I could feel the warmth of the sun shining through the windows. Rahul sat beside me, his excitement bubbling over.

“Isn’t my mom nice?” he asked, glancing at me.

“Yeah, she really is, I can't believe how hot she is. Your dad's boss really enjoyed fucking her” I replied, he then whispered to ne, “Yeah, but she wasn't in this shape before, actually it was due to my dad's boss fucking her so hard that made her this curvy”

“Totally! But I still think my mom is beautiful too!” he laughed. "Yes, I agree with that, your mom aunty Sunita is way more hot than my mom, she has sexy protruding boobs and her magnificent fat ass"

“True! But don’t tell her I said that, alright?” I chuckled, the lighthearted banter easing my earlier tension.

As we drove, I noticed Jaya’s curvy figure behind the wheel. Her appearance was striking, but I couldn't help but think that my mom had the best features of anyone I knew, a warmth and kindness that illuminated her face.

Friends, I came to realize that these curvy women are the most likely to have secret affairs. Rahul told me that those curvy women want their body to be used properly so they get easily seduced and fucked.

After a few minutes, I saw my mom walking down the road. “Hey! There’s my mom!” I shouted, pointing out the window. “Ooh that's your mom? Should I stop?” Jaya asked, looking at me in the rearview mirror.

“Yes, please aunty!” I said. "Yes mom, that is Rajeev's mom aunty Sunita", Rahul said.

Jaya brought the car to a halt, and I rolled down the window, calling out, “Mom!”

She turned, her expression shifting from curiosity to surprise. “Hello Rajeev, Why are you in a car?” she asked, raising an eyebrow.

“I got a ride with Rahul and his mom,” I explained, trying to maintain a casual tone. Mom made her way towards the car.

“Hi there!” Jaya greeted my mom as she approached the window. “We were just giving your son a ride home. Hello my name is Jaya, I am the mother to your son's best friend Rahul”

My mom smiled back, softening instantaneously. “Thank you so much! Nice to meet you. My name is Sunita”, my mom and Jaya shook hands together.

Rahul leaned to me and whispered, "In front of us are our mothers who are being fucked outside marriage. Look at them, they love dick inside their holes and they are not satisfied by their respective husbands", I looked at Rahul and I almost laughed.

“Pleasure’s mine! Would you like to join us for a few minutes? We can drop you two off since our home is just across the street to yours,” Jaya offered.

Before I could say anything, my mom nodded enthusiastically. “Why not? I’d love to chat!”

I hopped out of the back seat as my mom climbed into the front. The two women settled into conversation effortlessly, exchanging smiles and laughter as Jaya resumed driving. Friends, my mom and Rahul's mom looked like those hot women you see in porn.

The only difference was that they were wearing traditional sarees. If you looked at them for the first time, you would mistake them for being faithful wives who are inculcated with religious values.

But deep inside, they were women who are married but fucking outside marriage and they surely loved dicks. They are two women who don't care about societal norms of loyalty to marriage.

Mom turned to Rahul, her face lighting up. “So, this is your friend Rahul! You have never introduced me to him. How are you doing?” 

“I’m great, Auntie!” he responded, flashing a bright smile. "Mom, I didn't get the chance to introduce you to my friend Rahul but I was hoping one day you we will get the chance and fortunately, we got one," I replied to my mom.

Just then Rahul borrowed his mom's phone so that he could play games in her phone because he was getting bored due to the evening traffic jam. I also borrowed my mom's phone and me and Rahul started playing video games as mom and Jaya began chatting.

As they chatted, I couldn’t help but feel a swell of pride. Rahul's mom seemed genuinely kind and engaging, weaving jokes and sharing stories about when Rahul was younger. The warmth between them felt easy and natural, quickly bridging any gaps between their lives.


My Mom: "To Jaya, khaali samay mein kya karti ho?"
(So, Jaya, what do you do in your free time?)

Jaya: "Are, thoda-bahut bagwani karti hoon. Bada sukoon milta hai mitti mein haath lagane aur paudhon ko badhte dekhne mein. Aur painting ka bhi shauk hai, lekin bas shaukiya karti hoon."
(Oh, I dabble a bit in gardening. It’s so relaxing to get my hands in the soil and watch plants grow. I also like painting, but it's just a hobby.)


My Mom: "Bagwani! Kitni acchi baat hai. Main bhi karti thi jab main chhoti thi, lekin aajkal..."
(Gardening! That’s such a nice thing. I used to do it when I was younger, but these days…)

Jaya: "Aajkal kya?"
(These days what?)

My Mom: "My husband Arvind hamesha apne kaam mein vyast rehte hain. Unka chartered accountant ka kaam hai—deadlines aur clients ka pressure. Hamare paas ek saath samay bitaane ka waqt hi nahi hota."
(Arvind is always busy with his work. He’s a chartered accountant—deadlines and client pressure. We hardly get time to spend together.)


Jaya: "Samajh sakti hoon. Male in high-powered jobs ka yeh ek common problem hota hai. Lekin tumhe apne liye kuch waqt nikaalna chahiye, Sunita. Yeh zaroori hai."
(I understand. Men in high-powered jobs are notorious for it. But you shouldn’t let yourself get bored, Sunita. It’s important to have things you enjoy.)

My Mom: "Yeh kehna asaan hai."
(That’s easier said than done.)

Jaya: "Toh kabhi mere ghar chai pe aana, Sunita. Hum baat karenge, catch up karenge, aur shaayad main tumhe apna chhota sa garden bhi dikhane chali jaungi."
(You should come over for tea sometime, Sunita. We can chat, catch up, and maybe I’ll show you my little garden.)

My Mom: "Woh toh accha hoga, Jaya. Kab aayein?"
(That sounds lovely, Jaya. When would be a good time?)


Jaya: "Chaliye dekhte hain… kaise rahega agle hafte? Wednesday afternoon? Agar tumhe koi aur plan nahi ho toh."
(Let’s see… how about next week? Wednesday afternoon? Unless you already have plans?)

My Mom: "Asal mein, mujhe koi aur plan nahi hai. Aur mere favourite mall ke baare mein, shayad sabka waisa hi ho, lekin tum kya karti ho apne khaali samay mein?"
(Actually, I don’t have any plans then. And as for my favorite mall, it’s probably the same as everyone else’s. But what do you do with your leisure time?)

Jaya: "Achha, bagwani aur painting ke alawa, main ek chhota restaurant bhi chalati hoon. Kaafi kaam hota hai, lekin mujhe uska creative side bahut pasand hai. Naye dishes banana, menu design karna... kaafi mehnat hai, lekin maza bhi aata hai."
(Well, aside from gardening and painting, I also run a small restaurant. It keeps me busy, but I enjoy the creative side of it. Designing menus, coming up with new dishes… It’s a lot of hard work, but it’s also fun.)

My Mom: "Oh, main samajh sakti hoon! Restaurant chalana bahut demanding hota hoga."
(Oh, I can imagine! Running a restaurant must be very demanding.)

Jaya: "Haan, hai, lekin mujhe yeh bahut pasand hai. Challenging hai, lekin rewarding bhi hai. Tum apne samay kaise guzar rahi ho, Sunita?"
(Yes, it is, but I love it. It’s challenging but rewarding. What do you do with your time, Sunita?)

My Mom: "Main zyada tar ghar ka kaam karti hoon."
(I mostly manage the house.)


Jaya: "Sach mein? Par tumhare paas toh khud ke hobbies ke liye kaafi waqt milna chahiye."
(Really? But that should give you plenty of time to dedicate to your hobbies.)

My Mom: "Yeh itna asaan nahi hai, Jaya. Arvind hamesha der tak kaam karte hain, aur ghar ka kaam... din kaafi jaldi guzar jaata hai. Har waqt kuch na kuch karna padta hai, safai karna, khana banana, kuch thik karna. Main zyada tar ghar ke kaamon aur Arvind ke kaamon mein hi apna samay guzar deti hoon."
(It’s not as simple as that, Jaya. Arvind is always working late, and managing the house... the days just melt away. There’s always something to do, something to clean, something to cook, something to fix. I end up spending most of my time tending to household duties and Arvind's needs.)

Jaya: "Main samajh sakti hoon. Yeh kaafi overwhelming ho sakta hai. Lekin apne liye waqt nikaalna zaroori hai. Chhote pal bhi farq daal sakte hain. Kuch waqt ke liye kitaab padhna, ya music sunna, ya bas chup chaap baithna aur apna dimaag saaf karna. Yeh apne wellbeing ke liye zaroori hai."
(I know the feeling. It can be overwhelming. But it’s important to find time for yourself. Even small moments can make a difference. Reading a book, listening to music, or just sitting quietly and clearing your head. It’s essential for your wellbeing.)


My Mom: "I know, I know. It’s just that it feels like there’s never enough time. And Arvind? He doesn’t seem to understand that at all. His world revolves around his clients and work. I’m just a background detail, someone to manage the home, and he rarely makes even the smallest effort to understand my feelings or involve me in his life. It makes you feel... invisible."



At this moment, I was surprised that my mom is speaking about my dad not having time for her. It was really awkward for me to listen to this. Rahul nudged me and he also told me in whispering tone that it is clear my mom is not happy with my dad that is why she chose to be fucked by Sir Suresh.

Jaya: "I understand. Sometimes, we have to be the ones to make the effort, to create the space for ourselves, and to gently remind our husbands that we’re important too. We need to be seen, heard, and valued, not just as homemakers, but as individuals with our own needs and desires."

My Mom: "I wish I had the energy to even start a conversation like that."

Jaya: "Then maybe you need to plan something ahead of time. Perhaps a weekend getaway? Or a simple dinner at that new Italian place, or even a walk in the park. You need to show him that you, too, need to be nurtured, and that shared experiences are just as important for maintaining a strong relationship."


My Mom: "You’re right. I think I’ll try that. It’s just that sometimes… I feel like I don’t matter to him. I’m just… always there, managing things. But not really seen or valued."

Jaya: "You matter, Sunita. You matter a great deal. And I really think you should come over for that tea. We can talk more then, and I’m sure you’ll find my company rejuvenating."

My Mom: "I’d really like that, Jaya. Thank you."


The rest of the car ride was filled with a lighter atmosphere, the earlier tension replaced by a comfortable camaraderie between the two women. The conversation continued in a pleasant but somewhat mundane fashion. 

They discussed various things from movies to the neighborhood gossip. But the underlying current of understanding and shared experience had set a foundation for a new friendship, a friendship that might offer both women the support and understanding they craved. The simple invitation for tea had transformed a car ride into a small moment of hope.



As we finally neared our house, Jaya slowed down. “Here’s your stop!” she announced. 

“Thanks for the ride!” my mom said, stepping out of the car. I caught a glimpse of Jaya giving my mom her phone number card. The two were ready to be good friends.

“Anytime! Let’s get the moms together soon!” Jaya said warmly. "For sure aunty", I said

My mom turned to Jaya, thanking her profusely. “You’re such a kind person! I appreciate it.”


Friends, I was very much evident that my mom and Jaya were already best friends just through 44 minutes of car drive. Scientifically, it would be explained that they got along very easily because they had something in common.

And what was that common thing? They were both being fucked outside their marriage and they are cheating on their husband. 

“It was absolutely no trouble,” Jaya replied, her smile radiant as she waved goodbye.

As they pulled away, my mom looked at me thoughtfully. “You know, I really like Jaya. She’s a good person. Very kind-hearted. Why didn't you even tell me about her or your friend?”

“I agree! It's just that I never got the time, we had a lot of work at college and we had to study a lot” I said, my mind racing with the secret I had shared with Rahul. “She seems great!”

We then entered our house, my mom headed off to cook. She was checking her phone again and she smiled. I knew it was Sir Suresh sending her another one of  his dick images in her WhatsApp and that is why she was smiling.

After entering the house, I noticed the delicious aroma of something cooking wafting through the air. “What’s for dinner?” I asked, my stomach rumbling.

“Just one of your favorites—spaghetti!” she said, her face lighting up like it always did when she mentioned my favorite meals.

As I settled at the table, the comforting scent of home enveloped me. I started eating, enjoying the warm, delicious food, but my mind drifted back to my earlier conversation with Rahul. 

The world felt more layered now, tangled in complexities I never fully understood yet felt compelled by. After all, he was right.

While I ate, I couldn’t help but wonder about the implications of what I had seen and kept to myself. My dad was still at home, but he’d been feeling unwell since yesterday when mom was being fucked in the guest room. 

I briefly remembered the sleeping pill that Mr. Suresh had given my mom, a seed of worry sprouting in my mind. Would that have anything to do with my dad's condition? 

I pushed the thought aside as I enjoyed my meal, unwilling to let doubt overshadow the warmth of my home. After dinner, I helped my mom clean up, reveling in the normalcy of it all despite the secret fun I was having with Rahul.


The evening stretched long and quiet. Dad, finally awake after a seemingly endless sleep, came from the master bedroom and settled heavily onto the sofa in the sitting room. 

The silence in the house felt thick, heavy with unspoken tensions and betrayal. Mom was in the kitchen, the rhythmic clatter of pans a counterpoint to the quiet hum of the television. 

I knew, even before she appeared, that something was amiss. The easy intimacy that usually existed between my parents felt strangely absent. The lack of physical affection, the subtle avoidance in their interactions—it was a clear indication that something was wrong. 

Friends, it is normal that when a married woman has affair outside marriage, then she would only be thinking about that person she cheated with. She will no longer pay attention to her husband. She will view her husband as garbage and that is how my mom was treating my dad.

And one thing friends, I am sure that my mom will no longer go back to her normal self of loving my dad. She was now only the woman of Sir Suresh. She could not ever stop loving Sir Suresh.

And I suspected I knew what it was. Mom hadn't been intimate with Dad since his awakening, a stark change from their previous behavior. They didn't fuck each other because all this time, Sir Suresh was the one who was fucking her instead of my dad. Oohh this was so hot friends.

I pretended to be engrossed in my magazine, the bright colors a stark contrast to the somber mood that permeated the room. Dad, his gaze distant and unfocused, watched television, his hand occasionally straying to his stomach as if in discomfort. 

Mom, however, was struggling. She took an unusually long time to prepare dinner, repeatedly checking her phone, her fingers nervously tapping against the screen as if waiting for a message. I knew those messages were from Sir Suresh.

Friends, have you ever been so much enchanted by someone that you constantly think about them? Now that is what my mom changed into. She chronically thought about Sir Suresh every single second, minute and hour and even days.

Sir Suresh was deeply in her brain to the extent that she didn't even care about my dad. My mom was slowly becoming shameless.

Eventually, Dad, his patience wearing thin, called out from the living room, "My love, could you get me some water, please?"

Mom responded, but her answer was delayed. She was still absorbed in her phone, her attention completely fixated on its screen. Dad called again, louder this time, his voice carrying a hint of impatience. This time, she quickly hid her phone and rushed in with the water, apologizing profusely.

"I'm so sorry, baby," she said, her voice laced with forced cheerfulness, her eyes darting around nervously. "I didn't hear you call."

Dad looked at her, his brow furrowed slightly, concern etched on his face. He drank the water a gulp and then asked, "Are you alright, love? You seem a bit distracted."

"Oh, it's nothing, darling," she replied, forcing a smile. "Just a bit tired, I guess." Her composure was carefully constructed, a flimsy shield against the storm brewing inside her. She hoped he wouldn’t suspect anything.

Friends, as I told you earlier, my dad since he trusted my mom 105%, he will never, ever in his life, suspect my mom of cheating on him. But guess what, that was actually the opposite. The more he trusted my mom, the more my mom was free to mingle around shamelessly with Sir Suresh.


PICTURE BREAK TO VIEW MY MOM'S HOT BODY UPDATE ON HOW SHE HAS BECAME CURVY AFTER SIR SURESH FUCKED HER GOOD






For me, the situation was a delicate balancing act. I wished Dad remained unaware of his wife's infidelity. For now, at least, ignorance was bliss.

But Dad wasn’t himself. A strange illness seemed to have settled upon him. He shifted uneasily on the sofa, his face pale and drawn. I watched, a knot of worry tightening in my stomach.

"Dad," I began cautiously, placing my magazine down on the coffee table. "Are you feeling alright? You don’t seem yourself."

He sighed, rubbing his back wearily. "I don’t feel right, Rajeev," he admitted, his voice sounding weak. "Something’s… wrong."

"What is it?" I pressed gently.

He shook his head. "I don't know exactly," he said, a puzzled frown etching itself onto his forehead. "I just feel… off. A strange pain here," he touched his stomach. "And a persistent headache. I keep feeling shivers down my spine. I suspect I might have eaten or drank something yesterday that disagreed with me."

The words struck a chord. The memory of yesterday’s events flooded back to my brain. Sir Suresh's secret actions, the sleeping pill he’d slipped to my father. 

The thought that it might be the sleeping pill that was causing this illness to my dad sent a shiver of suspicion down my spine. This wasn't just indigestion; it felt deliberate. It felt like foul play.

"Dad," I said, my voice low, "What are you going to do?"

He paused, considering his options. “I think… I think I should go to the hospital tomorrow. Get it checked out properly.” A long silence hung in the air, punctuated only by the soft ticking of the clock in the hall. Then Mom entered, carrying a tray of dinner dishes. She immediately noticed her dad's discomfort.

"Arvind, darling," she said, her voice laced with concern, "you don’t look well. What’s wrong?"

He repeated what he'd told me, explaining his symptoms. Mom's worry deepened.

"Since yesterday?" she asked, her voice urgent. "Should we go to the hospital now?"

Dad, though clearly uncomfortable, remained resolute. "No, my love, it's alright," he replied, giving her a tender kiss on the forehead. "I'll go tomorrow. Don't you worry about it." We started then eating. Mom and dad and me talked about different topics and we laughed.


Just then, his gaze, however, shifted to the guest room doorway. A slight frown creased his brow. "Sunita," he asked, his voice laced with curiosity, "Why is the guest room bed so untidy? Was there a… spill or something?"

Mom visibly froze. The question caught her completely off guard. The her face full of nervousness, and for a split-second, she almost choked on the food she'd been chewing. 

The memory of her afternoon with Sir Suresh, their passionate games in the guest room, flashed vividly in her mind. She knew exactly what had caused the mess of the bed.

Before she could even stammer a response, I interjected, my voice carefully casual, "Dad, it was me. I was playing in there earlier. I had a bit of a… messy game of… you know… pillow fights and things. I got a little carried away. There were pillows and blankets everywhere."

"Pillow fights?" Dad raised an eyebrow, his expression softening slightly. "Really, Rajeev? That explains the mess then." He looked somewhat amused.

"Yeah," I continued, adding more detail to embellish my story. "I was trying out some new wrestling moves, and well... things got a little… enthusiastic. I was flinging pillows, throwing blankets. It was quite a… spectacle." I tried to make it sound like a wild, fun game, something a boy might do.


Dad chuckled. "Oh, I see," he said, his suspicions apparently allayed. "Well, next time try to be a little neater. It's a bit of a mess in there." He glanced at Mom, his expression softening. "Sunita, are you alright? You seemed rather shocked for a second there."

Mom, immensely relieved, managed a weak smile. "Yes, darling, I’m fine. Just a bit surprised. Rajeev can be quite… energetic sometimes. A little too much energy sometimes," she added with a slight chuckle.

The moment of crisis had passed. Dad's attention shifted back to his own discomfort. But the weight of the secret still hung in the air, a palpable tension lingering beneath the surface of our seemingly normal family life. 

Friends, my mom is such a master in handling this tensions. All this days, she was lying to my dad and she was knew how to shape conversations with my dad to further drive him away from any suspicions.

I didn't know where she learnt this behavior of lying and making dad become more unsuspicious. I think it was Sir Suresh who was teaching her on how to lie to my dad. Friends, at this point, I knew Sir Suresh was surely going to win over my mom.

Mom was intensely grateful for my intervention, but also slightly bewildered by my unexpected actions. Why had I lied? Why had I protected her? The questions hung in the air, unspoken, but heavy with implications. 

The evening proceeded, the apparent calm covering a multitude of anxieties and secrets yet to be revealed.

After dinner, Dad said goodnight, his voice raspy with illness. Mom offered a perfunctory "Goodnight, darling," a stark contrast to her usual tender farewell filled with kisses on his lips. 

The lack of warmth, the absence of her usual concern for his well-being, was a chilling revelation. In the past, she would have accompanied him to the bedroom, ensuring he was comfortable, checking on his condition. 

Tonight, however, she remained seated, her attention elsewhere. The change was palpable, a chilling indication of the shift in her affections. Once Dad was asleep, Mom went to the kitchen, ostensibly to wash the dishes. 

I heard the familiar clatter of plates and the swish of water, but I also heard the distinct chime of a new message notification on her phone. She glanced my way, checking to see if I was paying attention. 

Satisfied that I wasn't, she closed the kitchen door quietly, wiping her hands on a dish towel before answering a call. It was Sir Suresh.

My curiosity piqued, I tiptoed to the kitchen door, pressing my ear against the cool wood. The conversation was hushed, not on loudspeaker, but I could still make out snatches of their dialogue, words that pierced my heart like shards of glass.

"No, Suresh, not tonight," Mom whispered, her voice tinged with a mixture of guilt and desire. 

"Arvind… he’s not well. He’s been feeling unwell since yesterday and I can’t leave him. I can’t risk anything happening while he’s unwell." She paused, her tone shifting subtly. 

“Suresh,” she whispered, her voice barely audible above the gentle hum of the refrigerator, “what did you give my husband? Was that really sleeping pills you slipped him yesterday…? That potent sleeping pill you were so eager to share…?”

There was a long pause, a silence thick with unspoken implications. I could practically feel the tension radiating from the phone, a silent battle waged between the two people on the other end of the line.

Then she laughed....I didn't understand why she is laughing. “Why… why is he like this?” she continued, her voice in a laughing manner slightly. The forced casualness of their earlier conversation was increased with smiling, replaced by a raw, vulnerable delight. 

I told myself, "Oohh wow, look at my mom becoming delighted and laughing because Sir Suresh made my dad sick."


“He's so unwell, Suresh. He has such a bad headache, a terrible pain in his stomach. He’s feverish and weak… is this a side effect of the medication…? What have you done?”

“Tell me the truth, Suresh,” she pleaded, her voice dropping to a near whisper. “Was it something more? Was it something… stronger… something that could make him this sick? You are such a naughty person, all this just to fuck my pussy??”

"Yes, Suresh... I love you too, more than anything... but I just can’t tonight. It wouldn't be fair to Arvind, not in his current state. He needs me right now. We can’t meet tonight, Suresh. It wouldn't be right.” Her voice was laced with a desperate plea to be understood, a clear signal that she wanted their encounter, but guilt was overriding her desires.

"Tomorrow?" Suresh’s voice was a low murmur, a sound barely audible above the gentle hum of the refrigerator. "But I've been waiting all day, Sunita. I need you." His tone was demanding, less concerned about her husband's illness than his own desires. 

I could actually  hear him even though it was not in loudspeaker since the kitchen was silent as an underground tunnel.

"Not tomorrow either, Suresh," she replied, her voice firming slightly. "My husband is going to the hospital tomorrow. I have to go with him. I’ll be with him all day. I can’t leave him." 

Her explanation was clear. She was attempting to balance her commitment to her husband, while fighting her undeniable attraction to Sir Suresh.

A wave of icy excitment and a rising sense of betrayal flooded through me. This wasn’t just a simple affair; it was a web of deceit and blatant disregard for her husband’s well-being. 

The betrayal hit me with the force of a physical blow. My chest tightened, my heart pounding and my dick almost becoming hard beating to the rhythm against my groin. This wasn't just any affair; it was a blatant disregard for everything she held sacred; the very foundation of family.

Friends, like I told you before, my mom grew up in a traditional, religious setting that deeply influenced her values and beliefs. Raised in a close-knit community, she learned the importance of family, respect, and responsibility from a young age. 

Her upbringing was filled with cultural rituals and religious practices that shaped her worldview. Daily prayers and gatherings at the temple were common, instilling in her a strong sense of spirituality and morality. 

She was taught to honor her elders, embrace humility, and practice kindness to others. These principles guided her through life, shaping her into the compassionate, unwavering figure that I admire today. Her values remind me of the strength and wisdom embedded in our heritage.

But now, my mom has completely turned away from the traditional and religious values she was raised with. Instead of embracing the strict rules of her upbringing, she found herself craving independence and excitement. 

This desire led her to embark on a secret relationship with Sir Suresh, someone who represents everything she grew up against. Behind my dad's back, she gets fucked in all her holes by Sir Suresh, savoring the thrill of living a life free from the expectations that had once confined her. 

The conversation continued, each word carving deeper into my understanding of their illicit relationship which was hot to witness. Friends, if you have witnessed your mom having secret affair with another man behind your dad's back, then you are very lucky.

“No, please, Suresh… I promised I'd give you my asshole for the second time, but please be patient, my love… I know you desire it, and so do I, and I’m just as eager to fulfil my promise, but now is not the time. Please... I need you to understand,” Mom pleaded, her tone becoming more agitated.

"Okay, thank you," Suresh’s voice, though still tinged with impatience, held a hint of reluctant acceptance. 

"Just come and take him to the hospital, then… but what about our plans this evening? What do you mean that you have to stay with him in the hospital? Is this a tactic to avoid me?" His tone indicated frustration, his feelings ignored by her explanation.

Mom’s voice faltered, clearly losing the argument. She placed a hand to her forehead, her frustration evident.

“Okay… but… sure… yes… okay, then you win. Tomorrow night. Arrgh, you’re such a man! You really disturb my calm. No, are you serious?.....yes I will ride you the way you want hehehe.....what? two hours only for my asshole? You must be joking….you will make it loose.... wow… okay… mmwah, I love you.”

The call ended. I heard the soft click as she hung up. For a moment, silence reigned, broken only by the faint hum of the refrigerator. Then, I saw her. She was looking at her phone, a silly, lovestruck smile playing on her lips. 

She held it close to her heart, a gesture that spoke volumes about the depth of her infatuation. She leaned against the counter, her eyes closed for a moment, lost in her own private world of desires. Then, she did something that shocked me to the core. She kissed the phone.

The sight sent a fresh wave of nausea through me. The blatant disregard for her husband’s illness was amazing. Dad was sick, possibly seriously ill, and all she cared about was Sir Suresh and their passionate games. They were clearly planning their next fucking session which was always wild. 

What kind of mother was this? What kind of person was she? How could she be so uncaring? Oooh this was so hot!!

In the past, she’d always been so attentive to Dad’s needs. She would check on him, even in the middle of the night, ensuring he was comfortable. She’d rush to his side at the slightest sign of discomfort, her concern genuine and heartfelt. 

Tonight, however, that attentive and caring mother had vanished, replaced by a woman consumed by her own desires and completely controlled by another man. This was not the same woman I'd grown up with.

My dad was sick, possibly seriously ill, and all she cared about was Sir Suresh and their illicit encounters. They were planning their next meeting, their next sexual encounter. My own mother was not only engaging in adultery, she was doing so with a callous disregard for her sick husband's well-being. 


NEXT PART IS AS ALWAYS ON THE WAY. WHAT DO YOU THINK GUYS? YOUR THOUGHTS.

[nadia]

((FOR THOSE BUMPING INTO THIS SECTION OF THE STORY, FOR THE FIRST TIME, THIS CHAPTER IS WHERE SIR SURESH PULLED SOME STRINGS TO GET MY DAD ADMITTED IN HOSPITAL SO THAT HE CAN FUCK MY MOTHER EVEN MORE, ENJOY!!))



The next morning, Sir Suresh arrived early, his arrival a stark contrast to the previous day's clandestine meetings. He was dressed in a crisp, neatly pressed shirt and trousers, a stark difference from his usual attire, which was more casual, more suited to their clandestine meetings. 

Friends, one thing about Sir Suresh is that he cladded very neatly & professionally. This was because he loved designer clothes & money was not a problem for him. He made sure he had all the expensive clothes in his drawers.

He was eager to show his concern for my father's illness, his actions a calculated attempt to appear caring, but in the real sense, he was just pretending in order to win my mother's favor. 

The four of us were gathered in the sitting room—Dad, Mom, Sir Suresh, and myself. Dad was clearly feeling unwell, moving slowly and speaking weakly. His skin felt strangely clammy.

“Arvind, my friend,” Sir Suresh began, a note of feigned concern in his voice. "I was so sorry to hear about your illness. Don’t worry about a thing; we will get you sorted out today." 

His words were laced with a hint of forced warmth, a deliberate attempt to appear concerned, masking his true intentions. His eyes kept darting towards Mom, a look of both concern and expectation on his face, and I noticed a strange, subtle shift in his behavior 

An unusual attentiveness that was at once genuine and calculated. He kept on gazing at my mom and licking his lips. I noticed his eyes were directly focused on my mom's breast that were full of milk.

My mom was ready and she was neatly dressed in a red saree with a black blouse. Friends, guess what? This is the same saree and blouse Sir Suresh bought her and my dad doesn't even know.

Secondly, I asked myself why is my mom wearing this dress on this particular occasion? Is it because she wants more attention from Sir Suresh? Because I am very much aware that women tend to seek profound attention primarily from the ones they love or crush on.


Mom who noticed this, hid her breasts with her red duppata. This was to divert Sir Suresh's attention from her because she felt it was risky because my dad was just near them.

Dad, weak but still trying to maintain some dignity, said, “Suresh, you really didn’t have to stress yourself, my dear friend. I'm not that unwell. We can go to the hospital later, when I feel a bit stronger."

Sir Suresh’s response was immediate and emphatic. “Nonsense, Arvind! Your health is paramount. We can’t risk delaying your treatment. I’m here to help, my friend. Consider it my duty. I insist on taking you to the hospital right away. This is nothing to worry about. Consider me your friend, and I will ensure that you receive the very best care. We will get this sorted as soon as possible.” 

I knew he was insisting on it because I am sure he doesn't really care about my dad. He just wants to fuck his wife who is standing just near him, my busty and curvy mom Sunita. Ooohh this man Suresh is really a genius and a good pervert.


He said it with an almost theatrical display of concern. I noticed the way his eyes kept flitting back towards my mother; it felt as though his concern was directed at her as much as it was at my father. 

It was obvious that he wanted to maintain appearances before my mother, and he was clearly enjoying his role of the "caring friend".

“Let me get my coat,” Dad said, beginning to rise slowly from the sofa. He moved with a stiffness that betrayed his discomfort, and his voice held the faintest tremor.

I took my teacup to the kitchen, leaving Mom, and Sir Suresh alone in the sitting room. As I was about to return, I saw them. Sir Suresh had his arms around my mother, his hands squeezing her fat ass.

Her chest was pressed against his, her body visibly trembling. It was not the casual embrace of friends; it was something far more intimate, far more suggestive. My mother's breath hitched, a gasp escaping her lips.

"Let me go," she whispered, her voice slightly breathless. The fear was palpable, her resistance barely veiled.


“Just a quick kiss, my love,” Sir Suresh murmured, his voice low and seductive. He tightened his embrace, grabbing both two asscheeks of my mom that were so soft, his body pressed firmly against hers. 

His words were a thinly veiled excuse for intimacy. The calculated concern that he had displayed for my father a few moments before was completely gone, replaced by a raw, almost lustful energy towards my hot mom.

Mom looked nervously over her shoulder, checking to see if Dad was looking. Dad was still in the bedroom, getting the his coat. Seeing the coast was clear, she quickly leaned up and kissed Sir Suresh, her lips meeting his in a passionate, urgent kiss.

Friends, let me tell you, I didn't believe what I was witnessing, a wave of shock electrified all over my spine. I couldn't believe my mom was this brave. Kissing another man in the sitting room while her husband is just in the bedroom. Woow! 

From the master bedroom, Dad called out, "Honey, did you see my black coat?" There was no response. Mom was locked in an embrace with Sir Suresh, her lips fused to his in a passionate kiss that completely ignored her my dad's call.

The fact that my mom ignored my dad's call made my dick hard right away. This was so hot. I think my mom took advantage of the situation because my dad was sick.

Dad called out again. “I can’t find my coat, honey. Did you keep it somewhere for me?” Still no answer. Mom was completely lost in the moment. The intensity of her kiss with Sir Suresh kiss intensified, fueled both by lust and the thrill of taking such a risk.

“Honey? I can’t find my black coat. Honey?” Dad's voice rose, laced with increasing impatience.

Finally, Mom pulled away from Sir Suresh, her face flushed, but still hugging him, her breath slightly ragged. "Ooh, yes," she said, her voice breathless. "It's in the closet, honey."

Sir Suresh looked at my mother, his eyes sparkling with amusement and something akin to exhilaration. He seemed to be relishing the fact that they were openly engaging in their affair, even in my father's presence.

“Hey, you’re risking so much," Mom whispered, she told Sir Suresh, she was glancing nervously around the room, her eyes darting towards the kitchen, checking to see if I might be watching. 

“Be careful.” She was obviously concerned about the risks they were taking, even though her desire seemed to override her apprehension.

Then I heard Dad’s voice from the master bedroom again. “Ooh, I found it!” His footsteps were now audible as he walked towards the sitting room.

Sir Suresh, sensing the imminent arrival of my father, took advantage of the last few moments. He planted another deep kiss on my mother’s lips. My mom still supported him by kissing him back.


This was really crazy friends, the two loves birds are crossing their limits right in front of the sitting room. He held it for a full ten seconds before she finally pulled away, her face flushed.

"Ouch!" Mom exclaimed, as Sir Suresh playfully slapped her jiggly fat ass. A subtle reminder of their intimacy, of their illicit relationship.

Dad, entering the sitting room, asked, “Is everything alright, honey? You both seem… flustered?”

Mom, regaining her composure, replied, forcing a smile, "Nothing, darling. I accidentally knocked my foot against the sofa" She quickly rectified her hair, her movements attempting to restore a sense of normalcy to the situation. 

"Ooh sorry baby, are you alright?", my dad told her not being bothered of what just happened when he was in the bedroom few seconds ago.

"Yes my love, I am fine", mom answered.

The casual lie was designed to hide the truth, to conceal the passionate kiss she had just shared with Sir Suresh.

She moved closer to Dad, offering to help him tie his tie, her touch lingering a little longer than necessary. “Let me tie this one for you, honey.” Her actions were a clear attempt to pretend, to regain her husband's trust. 

The casual intimacy was in stark contrast to the passion she had shown only moments before.

Sir Suresh watched my mother, his gaze lingering on her soft wide ass, and a look of raw jealousy flashed across his features. It seemed that he hadn't had enough. He seemed to be brooding over their interrupted intimacy.

We left for the hospital in Sir Suresh’s car. Mom and I sat in the back while Dad, looking pale and weak, sat beside Sir Suresh in the front.

“You will be fine, Arvind,” Sir Suresh assured my father, his voice attempting to project reassurance. “This is just a minor setback. We’ll get you looked after, and you’ll be back to your old self in no time. It is our duty to care for you.” 

His words were designed to calm my father, to quell any anxiety, but there was an underlying tone of impatience, as if he wanted this episode to be over so that he could get back to his clandestine meetings of fucking with my mother.

My mother added, "Yes, darling. Just relax and focus on getting well. I’ll be here for you the whole time.” She made a point of looking my father in the eye, expressing sincere concern for his well-being.

But at the same time, she glanced at Sir Suresh and smiled. Sir Suresh winked at her but she didn't bother, instead she rolled up her eyes in a disdainful manner because she didn't want to risk again in the car.

We arrived at a renowned hospital in Pune, its imposing structure a stark contrast to the quiet, almost clandestine atmosphere of the car ride. Dad was admitted and was now on the hospital bed. Mom was close to him and it was revealed that he had a stomach upset.

After the initial assessment, Sir Suresh pulled the doctor aside, a confidential air settling between them. They moved to a quieter corner, their voices low, almost conspiratorial. 

It was revealed that he would be in the hospital for two weeks. The doctor told Sir Suresh, because actually the hospital bill was on him. Friends, this was a good gesture from Sir Suresh. 

Despite him fucking the wife of my dad, it was  good gesture for him to pay all the hospital bills for my dad. I loved this. I mean, it is very good to see him doing this.


                                            




“Mr. Arvind will need to stay for observation for at least two weeks. We need to run some tests.” the doctor told Sir Suresh.

The words "two weeks" hung in the air, a melodious tune to Sir Suresh and Mom. Their faces lit up with a mixture of relief and barely concealed excitement. The extended hospital stay provided the perfect cover for their secretive oncoming fucking sessions.

I knew two weeks was a lot for Sir Suresh and my mom to spend their nights fucking each other.

Dad, ever the optimist, said, "I don’t even care if I’m here for a month, I just want to get well. A week isn’t long at all. I just want to feel better as soon as possible.”

Sir Suresh, placing a hand reassuringly on Dad's shoulder, replied, "You will, friend. Don't you worry about a thing. The bill is on me. We'll make sure you get the best possible care. Consider this a little holiday for you, Arvind. A chance to relax and recover. We'll be here every day, ensuring everything is handled appropriately."

When he said "holiday" for my dad, I just thought this is not just a holiday for my dad, it is also a holiday for Sir Suresh and my mom. Actually, not even a holiday, but a honeymoon of two weeks. Ooh I can't wait to see the action between them. 

"We'll bring you all the comforts of home.", Sir Suresh continued, "Just focus on getting better. That's all that matters. We’ll take care of everything else." My mom looked at Sir Suresh and she was clearly happy seeing that the person she is fucking is "caring" for my dad.

His words, though intended to comfort, held a subtle undercurrent of something else, something more lustful for my mom. The concern was palpable, but it was almost as though he was already thinking about the next fucking session with my mother.

Mom, drawing closer, kissed Dad on the head. “I love you, baby,” she whispered, her voice soft and tender, a stark contrast to her earlier behavior. 

“Don’t you worry about a thing. I’ll be here every day. We’ll get better. I’ll take care of everything, and soon you’ll be back home, better than ever. I promise. Just focus on getting better, and leave the rest to us.” 

Her words, though seemingly filled with genuine concern, were laced with a hidden agenda. The concern for her husband appeared to be motivated as much by her guilty conscience as by genuine love.

I watched Sir Suresh. His face was a mask of barely controlled fury, his eyes narrowed, his jaw clenched. The jealousy was palpable; it was as though he wanted Mom entirely for himself, his possessive nature flaring up at the display of affection between Dad and Mom. 

He was clearly jealous because he was seeing that his woman (my mom) was kissing a person he hates (my dad).

The tender scene between Dad and Mom, a genuine display of love and concern, was a stark contrast to the clandestine nature of his relationship with Mom. 

Dad, turning to me, said, "Hey, son, it's just two weeks. I'll be home soon, and we'll play that new video game together. We’ll have some serious gaming time when I get out of here.”


“Yes Dad, that's a great idea! I’ve been waiting for us to get together and play it!” I replied, trying to sound cheerful, despite the disturbing undercurrents of the situation. 

I was trying my best to support my father and to keep up appearances, even though I knew the true nature of the situation. "I'll visit you every day. And when you come home, we'll have a huge gaming marathon. We can even invite Rahul!" 

I tried to keep the conversation light, to focus on the positive aspects of the situation, to distract myself from the naughty reality that was slowly unfolding before my eyes between my mom and Sir Suresh.

While I spoke with Dad, I noticed Sir Suresh and Mom exchanging secret glances. He stood beside Mom, his hand resting on her big ass, a tight squeeze that seemed designed to lust. 

Mom visibly flinched, her body tensing, trying to subtly remove his hand, her eyes darting nervously towards Dad. Her apprehension was clear. She knew that she was playing a dangerous game, and the risk of being caught was high because dad was just inches close to her.

I knew, with a certainty that chilled me to the bone, that the sleeping pill Sir Suresh had given Dad that day, wasn't a sleeping pill at all. It was something else, something far more sinister. 

And Mom knew it too. She knew the truth, the extent of Sir Suresh's manipulation. Yet, her love for Sir Suresh, her passion for the illicit relationship, seemed to more important more than her love for my father, and the loyalty she owed her family.

Dad, noticing the tension between Sir Suresh and Mom, turned to Sir Suresh. “Take care of Sunita if she needs anything. She gets a little… overwhelmed sometimes.”

Sir Suresh, his eyes never leaving Mom's face, nodded his head with an almost imperceptible gesture. “Of course, Arvind. Consider it my pleasure. I'll make sure she is safe, and always supported. Just focus on getting better.” 

He spoke the words with a practiced ease and confidence, but there was a subtle gleam in his eyes, a playful gleam, indicating that his attention was not entirely on my father's health, but also focused on his own relationship with my mother. 

He cast a quick, almost naughty glance at my mother, while Dad remained blissfully unaware of the subtext of the conversation.

Sir Suresh announced that he and Mom were going to get Dad some food. Dad, looking genuinely relieved and hungry, readily agreed.

By evening, I wanted to see my friend Rahul before heading home so that I can tell him all that I noticed today. I told Dad, "Get well soon, Dad!" "Ok son, nice evening", he replied, and left him in the ward.

I searched for Mom and Sir Suresh, finally finding them sitting together in a quiet corner of the hospital grounds. They were chuckling, Sir Suresh’s hand resting on Mom’s thigh. The casual intimacy between them was shocking, the complete lack of concern for my hospitalized father.

In a normal situation, Mom would have been at Dad’s bedside, tending to his needs, offering comfort and support. Instead, she was here, laughing with her lover, possibly planning their next fucking encounter, perhaps even that very night, at our house.

The sight ignited a strange mix of emotions within me: a sense of excitement —but also a perverse excitement. It was as if I was experiencing a secret fantasy, a forbidden peek into an adult world of passion, risk, and rebellion.

I approached them. They disentangled themselves quickly, their pretense of casual conversation almost comical in its transparent nature.

“Oh, beta, what’s up?” Mom asked, shifting slightly away from Sir Suresh, trying to appear innocent and unsuspecting. “I’m going to see Rahul, Mom,” I said, trying to keep my tone neutral, pretending I didn't notice anything between them.

"I’ll come back later.” I tried to sound casual, but I couldn't hide the undercurrent of tension, the unspoken question of why she was here, with Sir Suresh, instead of being with Dad. I felt excited of their secret sex planning.

“Okay, beta,” she replied. “But please come back home soon, okay? Your father needs us both.” Her tone was solicitous, and for the briefest moment, I felt a twinge of the usual maternal warmth I was used to. 

However, the feeling was quickly replaced with a renewed sense of unease and betrayal.

Sir Suresh, patting my back, added, “Be a good boy, Rajeev. We'll see you later." His voice was a low murmur, his eyes meeting mine with a fleeting look that suggested a shared secret, an understanding of the complex dynamics at play.






                                               NOT FINDING RAHUL AT THEIR HOME BUT HIS MOM, JAYA






Pune’s notoriously chaotic traffic swallowed me whole, delaying my arrival at Rahul’s house until 8 PM. The sky, a bruised purple, threatened rain as I reached their doorstep. I knocked, and the door opened to reveal Jaya, Rahul’s mother.

She was stunning, a captivating blend of elegance and sensuality. Her hair, a thick, lustrous curtain of dark brown, cascaded down her back in soft waves, catching the fading light. Her eyes, large and expressive, held a warmth that belied a certain worldly wisdom. 

She was wearing a simple cotton pajamas, its loose fabric flowing gently around her body, yet still managing to highlight her stunning curves. Despite her undeniable allure, a familiar thought crept into my mind: though undeniably beautiful, Jaya wasn't quite as captivating as my mother, Sunita. 

My mom possessed a more voluptuous physique, her curves fuller, her body radiating a warmth and sensuality that I found irresistible. Sunita was more curvaceous, more chubby, with a fullness that was simply unmatched.

“Hello, Rajeev,” Jaya greeted me, her voice a smooth, melodious sound that wrapped around me like a warm blanket. “How are you doing?”

“I’m fine, thank you,” I replied, my voice a little breathless. “I came to see Rahul.”

“Ooh? but... didn’t he tell you?” she asked, a subtle hint of concern in her tone.

“No, about what aunty?” I admitted, shifting my weight from one foot to the other. “I didn’t have my phone with me.”

Jaya sighed, a small, almost imperceptible sound. “He skipped schoool again. I’ve grounded him. He’s staying with his grandmother for a while as punishment. Honestly, I’m quite disappointed in his behavior lately. He's been extremely rebellious."

The memory of Rahul's repeated schoool absences flashed through my mind. It wasn't uncommon for him to skip classes, often with elaborate excuses. 

But I knew he skipped classes because he used to tell me that he wanted to see his mom get fucked by his dad's boss. Actually, what used to happen was that in the morning after his mom takes him to schoool, he sneaked out of schoool.

Because when his mom returned home, she used to call his dad's boss and he would come and he would fuck Jaya because when Rahul was in schoool was when she used to get a chance to get fucked by that man.

I remembered the times he'd gotten away with it, usually relying on convincing lies and his charming personality.


Jaya, sensing my discomfort, smiled warmly. “Come in, Rajeev. Don’t just stand there in the rain. It’s starting to pour.”

“It’s alright,” I protested, “I can come another day.”

But the rain began to fall in earnest, a sudden deluge that transformed the gentle drizzle into a torrential downpour. My dilemma was immediate: I wanted to get back to the hospital to see my father and be with my mother, but I couldn't stand out in this storm.

“Nonsense,” Jaya insisted, her smile firm but kind. “You’re soaked. Come in, have some tea. We can wait out the storm together.”

Her home was beautiful, a testament to her meticulous care. The décor was understated but elegant; warm lighting bathed the living room in a soft glow, accentuating the tasteful furnishings. The walls were adorned with paintings, and the air was filled with the subtle scent of jasmine and freshly brewed tea. The house felt clean and inviting, a haven of comfort against the storm raging outside.

I spotted Rahul’s video games neatly arranged on a shelf, a collection of the latest titles. It was clear that Rahul was a serious gamer. The collection was extensive, with a wide variety of genres represented.

“So, how is your mother?” Jaya asked, her voice soft and gentle, as she poured me a cup of tea. Her kindness and concern were genuine. This was in stark contrast to the behavior of my own mother that day. "She is good, she is in hospital, dad wasn't feeling well"

I told her about my father's hospitalization, the events of the morning. Jaya's brow furrowed, her eyes widening in concern as I explained the situation.

“Oh, dear,” she exclaimed, her voice laced with sympathy. “That’s terrible news. I’m so sorry to hear that. I sincerely hope your father recovers swiftly. I’ll pray for him.” 

She reached across and gently touched my hand, offering a comforting gesture. “Is your mother coping alright? This must be very stressful for her, too.”

“She's… managing,” I replied, my tone evasive. I couldn’t bring myself to discuss my mother’s behavior, to reveal the truth about her affair even though I knew Jaya had an affair with her husband's boss.

The whole thing was so unsettling and depressing. The betrayal was a heavy weight on my shoulders.

My eyes were drawn to Jaya once again. Her beauty was captivating, a quiet yet potent force. She was cooking in the kitchen.

I found myself gazing at her bulbous ass  the soft fullness of her curves, the way her pajamas clung . It wasn't quite the same as my mother's ample, more generously proportioned figure, but there was a subtle charm to Jaya’s curves, a quiet sensuality that was intriguing. 

I found myself thinking, “Wow, Rahul’s mom is actually hot. His dad's boss is a lucky man to fuck Jaya's asshole that's why her ass grew fatter”











She was wearing a pair of soft, loose pajamas. They were the light-blue kind, very smooth-looking and the silky kind that hug the body closely, revealing the shape of her body underneath. Actually, it was only me and her in the house.

Our conversation flowed easily. I asked about her husband, and she told me he'd recently been transferred to another city by his boss.

The words triggered a memory. I remembered Rahul telling me about an affair between Jaya and her husband's boss.

“By the way, what’s the name of your husband’s boss?” I asked casually, testing the waters.

Jaya hesitated for a moment before answering, her voice slightly hesitant. “His name is Mr. Kapoor. Why do you ask?” she asked, a hint of caution in her tone.

“No reason,” I replied, trying to mask my curiosity. “Just curious.” I think she was getting suspicious if I knew about her secret affair with her husband's boss.

The rain continued to batter against the windows, creating a soothing, rhythmic backdrop to our conversation. We talked for hours, our conversation drifting from college to movies, from video games to family life. The time flew by unnoticed.

By 10 PM, the storm showed no sign of abating. I told Jaya I should take a cab home.

“No Rajeev, you will get sick by this cold,” she said firmly. “It’s far too dangerous to be out in this storm. Just stay here for the night. I’ll call your mother and let her know.”

She called my mother, her voice calm and reassuring. “Sunita, it’s Jaya. Rajeev is here, and the storm is really bad. He’s going to stay the night. It’s too dangerous for him to travel home. Is that alright?”

I listened as Mom replied, her voice somewhat strained. “Yes, Jaya, that’s perfectly fine. Tell him I say hello.”

I spoke to Mom briefly on Jaya's phone, her voice laced with a relief that was obvious to me. She seemed to be avoiding the uncomfortable truth. Later Jaya talked with my mom on the phone and she told my mom that my dad will be fine.

Later that night, Jaya suggested I take a bath. “You must be tired and cold,” she said, her tone gentle and welcoming. “Go and have a bath. I’ll get you some fresh pajamas.”

“Okay,” I replied, my heart already racing.

In the bathroom, as I showered, I spotted Jaya’s discarded panties hunged near the wall. They were unwashed. For some reason, despite the fact that this was Rahul’s mother, a wave of excitement washed over me. I couldn't explain it; it was a strange, unsettling curiosity.

I surreptitiously picked up one of her panties. I looked around quickly, then cautiously sniffed it. The scent that wafted up was a mixture of cotton and something else—a faint, musky sweetness that was at once alluring and unnerving. 



The undertones of her scent had a unique quality; it was a mixture of sweat, a hint of her natural scent, and also a slightly floral scent. The sweat was a reminder of her body's natural responses, a reminder of her vitality.

It was a sweaty scent, but so tasty. The sweat scent was mostly at the front part, which was her pussy part, and although at first it was somewhat overpowering, the smell at the back of the panties, which was her ass part, smelled different. 

The back of the panties smelled more floral, more like her shit mixed with sweat, oohh soo tasty, I inhaled it soo deeply thinking "ooh Mr. Kapoor always smells this ass all day before he fucks it. It was an intriguing, intoxicating mix of smells. 

I rubbed my dick, mesmerized by the strange, intoxicating scent. It was a combination of sweat and something else; like her shit because her panties used to go deeper insdie her big ass and it rubs against her asshole, something distinctly feminine. 

The scent clung to my fingers, and I could smell her presence. The scent was intoxicating; it was both alluring and forbidden, adding another layer of intrigue to the situation. 

I started masturbating rubbing my dick up and down using the soap that was placed at the bathroom. I rubbed my dick in tandem with me continuing to inhale the mixed smell of her panties. I took another one of her panties and started smelling it again. Each panty had a different smell.

Oohh this was the smell of heaven. Oohhh I told myself "Oohh is this how a sweaty pussy and asshole of a woman smells?", aaahhh it was so hot. I continued rubbing my dick and I eventually cummed.

I released a "aarrgghhh aahhhhh ssshhh aaaarrgghhh" as I continued spilling my cum any direction. Some cum was hitting the wall, others down. I just kept spilling just thinking how Rahul's dad's boss, Mr Kapoor, always fucks this asshole of Jaya and also her pussy.





TO BE CONTINUED....................FRIENDS, THE NEXT PART IS EVEN HOTTER, STAY TUNED!!

[nadia]

When I asked you to include Rajeev to their game, I didn't mean him to fuck his mother rightaway bro. Just letting her know that he knows her scerets too (but in a mild way). Thats why I asked not much peep in shows are needed now, since we know what's gonna happen behind the closed door. If you narrate another sex scene like that, it would be repetitive and kinda boring (but you can just make it a short one with brief narrations).
Now since Rajeev carefully protected her from Dad's question, she knows she can trust him, right? So the path for him to letting her know he's okay with her relation with Suresh, the inclusion is easy now.. Perhaps with a bit of assurance from Suresh too.. Just take this suggestion plainly, no need to focus much on this, thats all. Waiting for the future..
And good thing you introduced Jaya now.. Lets see where this goes..
Can already see a nice and hot foursome happening soon.. 

My friend, I am writing this story from what I did & witnessed. If it doesn't suit you then I am sorry. In fact, I didn't even fuck Jaya and I don't intend to. I was just mesmerized by the smell of her panties. And yeah, no foursome any where so don't anticipate it. That's all. Stay tuned for the next part anyways!!

[nadia]

Sunita be more dirty...so that she can become more open and story be more realistic...else it would be repitative...

yes wait for more coming on your way. The story is flowing

[nadia]

((BEFORE YOU READ THIS CHAPTER, BEWARE! IT CONTAINS NASTY NARRATION. READ IT AND ENJOY!!))



A low groan escaped my lips, a sound of pure, unadulterated pleasure as the intoxicating scent of Jaya’s panties filled my senses. "Aarrgghh," I moaned involuntarily, the sound echoing in the small, confined space of the bathroom.

My pleasure was short-lived. A sharp rap sounded on the bathroom door, followed by Jaya’s voice, laced with concern. "Rajeev? Are you alright in there? I heard a noise."

Shock jolted me back to reality. I had almost been caught, red-handed, indulging in a behavior I knew was inappropriate, bordering on perverse. I quickly composed myself, trying to mask my panic.

“Yes, I’m fine,” I replied, my voice a little shaky. “Just… slipped. Everything is okay.”

My hasty attempt to regain my composure had created a new problem. In my panic, I'd managed to spill some of my cum onto Jaya's panties. 

I hadn't realized it at first, but the telltale white cum was now stark against the dark fabric. My mind raced; how could I possibly clean this up? 

A wave of embarrassment washed over me. I couldn't just leave them like this. A desperate solution formed in my mind. I would attempt to rub the stain away; I started rubbing the panties together, hoping to at least partially remove the evidence of my naughty behavior.

Shivering with a mixture of embarrassment and lingering arousal, I exited the bathroom. Jaya was standing just outside, holding a pair of pajamas. 


My semi-hard penis, still wrapped in a towel, was partially visible, and I could see Jaya staring at it for a few seconds, her expression unreadable.

"Here you go," she said, her voice calm and even, handing me the pajamas. "Make yourself comfortable. Rahul’s room is just down the hall."

"Thank you," I mumbled, accepting the pajamas. They smelled faintly of laundry detergent, a clean, fresh scent that felt oddly comforting after the intense experience in the bathroom. 

The pajamas were clearly Rahul’s; they were slightly too big for me, Rahul was slightly fatter in body so that's why.

Before I could leave, I remembered I had wanted to play a video game. “Um, Aunty,” I began, “could I possibly borrow your phone for a little while? I'd like to play a game before bed.”

Jaya looked at me, her eyes thoughtful. A moment of hesitation flickered across her face, and a brief internal struggle seemed to play out on her features. 

She appeared to be considering the implications of lending her phone to me. However, she quickly recovered her composure and smiled gently. "Of course," she said, her voice warm and inviting. "I'll get it for you."

She headed to her room, I watched as her fat ass bounced up and down then returning shortly with her phone. "Here you are," she said, handing it to me. 

Her smile was friendly, but there was also something else in her eyes, a hint of intrigue that I couldn't quite decipher. Was she hiding something?

"Thanks," I said, feeling a mixture of gratitude and nervousness. "Goodnight."

"Goodnight, Rajeev, don't play for long" she replied softly. Her eyes lingered on my face for a moment before she turned and went into her own room.

I locked myself in Rahul’s room, the feeling of intense embarrassment still clinging to me. The incident in the bathroom replayed repeatedly in my mind. 

But a peculiar thought surfaced on my head that if Rahul could watch his own mother engaged in an intimate relationship with his dad's boss, why couldn't I, in my own way, explore my own curiosities? 

The question, unsettling as it was, somehow justified my actions. It was a flawed attempt at rationalization, but it helped ease the guilt.

I decided to call my mother, to ask about Dad’s condition. When I dialed her number, there was a slight pause before she answered, and I heard a muffled "shhh." 

Then her voice came through, slightly breathless, a little hesitant. "Uummh… heii… Rajeev… how are you?" Her tone was unusually nervous, and I could almost sense her rapid breathing. I asked her about my dad.

"Yes, he is doing fine," she said quickly. "He started his medication."

"Where is Sir Suresh?" I asked, wanting to check in on him, too. "I wanted to speak to him."

A small, tense pause followed. "Mom, are you there?" I asked, my concern growing.

"Ooh yes, he is… well… he went… I am here… with… y… your dad," she stammered, her voice even more strained than before. It was clear she was lying. It didn't sound like she was in the hospital.

"Where did Sir Suresh go?" I pressed gently, trying not to sound accusatory.

There was another pause, this time a bit longer. I heard indistinct sounds in the background, faint chatter that I couldn’t quite make out. 

Mom rushed to speak. "Umm Rajeev, go to sleep, okay? It’s late now. It’s midnight." Her sudden insistence to end the call struck me as odd; she seemed eager to abruptly end the conversation.


"Mom, where are you? Are you at the hospital?" I persisted, my suspicion growing.

Her reply was hesitant, her breathing heavy. "No… yes… well… yy… n… yes, I am in the hospital. I… I also want to take a nap now." Her voice lacked conviction; something felt very wrong. It didn’t sound like she was in the hospital at all.

"Mom…" I started, but she cut me off. "Rajeev, please, go to sleep now. It’s late beta. I’m tired.” She hung up abruptly.

The call left me with a storm of unanswered questions. Why was her breathing so fast? Where was she? Her voice was full of lies and hesitation. Although I wanted to believe she was in the hospital, something told me that wasn't the case.

I decided to occupy myself with the video games on Jaya's phone, hoping to distract myself from my worries. Rahul’s room was awesome, a haven for a serious gamer; posters of superheroes adorned the walls and shelves crammed with video games hinted at many hours

Around 2:00 AM, I yawned, feeling the pull of sleep. I placed Jaya's phone on the desk, opened the door, and headed towards the bathroom, my mind still buzzing with the events of the evening and the unanswered questions that swirled within me

After relieving myself, I paused, my gaze falling upon Jaya’s unused panties still lying on the bathroom floor. A strange, unsettling smile crept across my face; a smile of morbid fascination, a dark amusement at the unfolding situation. 

Exiting the bathroom, I headed to the kitchen in search of water. The thirst was minor, but it gave me an excuse to move away from the bathroom's unsettling reminders. 

As I returned to the hallway, however, a new set of sounds reached my ears moans, soft gasps, and the rhythmic thuds of two bodies entwined. The sounds emanated from Jaya’s room.


My heart pounded in my chest. It was clear what was happening. Jaya was with someone, and someone is fucking her. I could clearly hear Jaya’s moans; low, guttural sounds that spoke of intense pleasure and a hint of pain. 

They were the sounds of a woman fully surrendering to physical passion. The moans were punctuated by rhythmic clapping sounds, the distinct thap-thap-thap of bodies moving together. 

Jaya’s moans were drawn out, almost a cry of ecstasy, "Aaahhhh…" She was truly lost in the moment.

As the sounds intensified, I noticed something else a pair of shoes by the front door, shoes I hadn't seen before. They were a man's shoes, expensive-looking, polished leather, hinting at wealth and status. 

Someone had come to visit, and it wasn't someone I recognized. The sounds from Jaya’s room were growing louder now. I could clearly hear Jaya’s moans, a mixture of pleasure and pain, a symphony of raw emotion. 

The sounds escalated. She was clearly in the midst of an intense sexual encounter.

A wave of morbid curiosity washed over me, pulling me towards the closed door of Jaya’s bedroom. My heart pounded in my chest, a frantic drumbeat against my ribs. 

Could this be Mr. Kapoor? I remembered Rahul mentioning, in hushed tones, that he had occasionally witnessed his mother being fucked by his dad's boss. Could his dad's boss actually be Mr Kapoor?


As I crept closer to Jaya’s bedroom, the moans intensified, becoming almost primal in their urgency. I pressed my ear against the door, my breath held captive in my chest. Through the wooden barrier, Jaya’s moans were loud and clear; a torrent of sounds that painted a vivid picture of intense physical intimacy.

"Aaahhhh… please… aaahhhh… no… apply some oil… Arjun… aaahhhh… don't push harder, please… it’s tight… why are you not listening… ouch… ouch… ouch… wait… wait… wait…" The sounds were punctuated by the rhythmic thud-thud-thud of bodies moving together.

Arjun? Was this Mr. Kapoor? Was that really his name?  The boss of Rahul's father? The man Rahul's mom had secretly been involved with? My heart pounded, each beat echoing the urgency of the sounds emanating from the other side of the door.

Jaya’s moans continued, escalating in intensity, the sounds bordering on a cry of pain. I continued to listen, my breath held captive in my chest. “Aaah… nooo… please… it’s too big tonight…why does your dick grow each night?.....ooohhhhhhhhh please wait for moment.… ooohh… nooo… oucccchhh!”

Then, I heard a man's voice, deep and resonant, a voice that resonated with confident authority. The voice was unmistakably male, commanding and demanding. 

This was no longer just a woman’s cries of passion; it was now a dialogue, a dynamic interplay of commands and pleas.

“Spread it, Jaya, don't be stupid, or else it will pain… yess… yes… open it wider… wider.....or I will slap you… stop pushing out… relax… keep spreading….... keep breathing... Jaya why are you pushing it out, you stupid bitch....."

I was shocked to hear how he was using abusive language on Jaya. It momentarily gave me a hint on this person's character.

This mysterious man, apparently named Arjun continued telling Jaya, "stop pushing it out....relax as I push in.......I need you to breathe and let me do this.....just a bit longer....my dick was in this hole before... why are you acting up whore! You're doing great! Almost there..... now it's already in,,,, you need to relax...don't tell me what to do bitch” 

This was followed by jaya's screams "aaaaaaahhh Arrrjuunnn aahhh I can't believe you pushed all in aaahhh wait noooo aahh it's hurting aaahhhhh.....wait ahhh remove it...no please....."

The man’s voice was aggressive, yet laced with a command, his words laced with authority and experienced expertise.


Confusion overwhelmed me. I was desperate to see what was happening, but there was no way to discreetly peek into the room. I decided to simply continue listening. I had no choice.

"Ooohh… aaauuuu… Arjunnn… ooooo… please… remove it… aaahhhh… wait… wait… aaaaooohhh… noooo…. I will faint" Jaya’s voice was laced with pain and desperate pleas. Her cries seemed to indicate that whatever Arjun was doing, it wasn't fitting comfortably inside her.

"Hahaha! Fainting? If you faint, it will be even better because I will force it in more deeper", Arjun said.

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. This was real. Jaya, Rahul’s mother, was having a secret affair, and it was with her husband's boss, Mr. Kapoor. I know this is not knew to me because Rahul already told me about it. 

This was just a confirmation to me.

Now I confirmed reality, Rahul was telling me the truth. I suddenly understood why Rahul's father had been transferred. It was a calculated move by Mr. Kapoor, a way to clear the path for his secretive moves to have an affair with Jaya similar to how Sir Suresh did to my dad.

Jaya’s pleas continued, her voice growing weaker.

"Arjun… please… it hurts… too much… please be gentle…"

"Relax, Jaya… just relax… aah this hole is so warm wow, I don't know what you ate but it feels warmer today oohh…..and stop screaming...you are bothering me you whore!" Arjun's voice was soothing, almost comforting, but his words lacked genuine tenderness. 

His voice held a hint of something else. It sounded like impatience and a desire to simply get the act over with.

"I… I can’t… it’s… too big… please…" Jaya cried, her voice barely audible above the other sounds.

The sounds continued; gasps, moans, and the rhythmic thumping and also the bed was shaking. The encounter seemed to be reaching its climax. I was frozen, unable to move, caught between disbelief and a strange, unsettling fascination. 

Friends, I asked myself why is my life all of sudden enshrined in sexual interplays? Was this a way of life introducing me to a life of sex. Because I earlier said that my role model was Sir Suresh.

I wanted to be like him. The fun of fucking other men's wives.

I was witnessing a scene that had gone beyond the realm of sex. It was far more intimate and explicit than any encounter I had ever imagined. This was raw, undeniable reality.


"Arjun… please… it hurts… too much…"

"Just relax bitch how many times am I going to tell you, Jaya. You're making this harder than it needs to be."

"I… I can’t… it’s… but darling it's too big…"

"Stop squirming! You're going to ruin it. It's already deep inside, stop acting up you slut, if your husband doesn't treat you like I do then he is a whore too, I am not like him, I do things my way... so shut up whore!"

"Aaahhhh! aahhh Arrjuunn aaahh eeeeeiiiiiii  ooohhhhhhh sshhhh slowly slowly aahhhhhh!"

"Damn it, Jaya! Be still, stop moving around....if I push forward, I want you to push back....stupid bitch!..learn how to fuck follow my order or else I will force it in deeper"

"Aaahhhh! Please… stop…"

"This is ridiculous. You're making me lose my patience."

"Aaahhhh! No… more…my love..my love Arjun....aahh no more baby... aahhhhh"

"Shut up! Just… enjoy it…"

"Aaahhhh!"

I slipped my dick from my pajamas, Rahul's pajamas precisely which I was wearing, the dampness clinging to my palm a stark contrast to the rising heat in my ears. 

The sounds from Jaya's room were jarring – a high-pitched, almost animalistic scream from Jaya, punctuated by the rhythmic thump-thump-thump of bodies moving with violent urgency. This Arjun man must be really a strong person.

I mean if he can make a Jaya scream this much then his penis must be really massive.

The sounds were raw, high, a stark contrast to the hushed quiet of the rest of the house.

Then, cutting through the cacophony, I heard Arjun's voice, sharp and commanding: "Come on top of me, Jaya. I want you to ride dick" 

A slight pause, and then a shift in the sounds; the rhythm changed, less frantic, more deliberate. "Ride me you slut," he instructed.

Jaya's voice, laced with fear and desperation, pleaded, "Please, no, the other hole please Arjun, let's do it in the other hole, I beg of you."

But then came a sound from Arjun that stopped me cold. It wasn’t just a growl; it was a guttural roar, like a lion enraged, a deep, resonant sound that vibrated in my chest. 

The sheer power of it sent a shiver down my spine. "No, insert it back in the hole where it came from" he boomed, his voice thick with a possessive anger. "I've used the other hole enough already. I need this hole more now...I told you tonight I just want to fuck this hole..."

Jaya just listened and I guess she inserted his dick back to the hole it was from. Her screams resumed, but with a different quality – they were now less defiant, more resigned. 

I could hear her jumping up and down on his dick. "Aaahh sshh ooh slow slow please slow aahhh"

The rhythm of their movements continued, more insistent now, rhythmic and brutal. I could practically feel the friction in the air and the friction against their bodies.

The sounds intensified. I listened to Jaya’s panting, mixed with gasps and whimpers. Then came Arjun’s groan – a deep, guttural "AARRRGGGHHH I am cumming bitch aahhh I am cumming", a sound of pure, unrestrained release. 

Jaya’s response was a series of strangled moans – "Oohh…mmmn…yes… fill me up my love fill me up aaahhh"– that were almost lost in Arjun's powerful exhale.

There was a silence that followed, punctuated only by Jaya's ragged breathing. Then, I heard her lips against Arjun's skin, the soft sounds of a kiss, they were kissing so hard that I could hear it despite me not seeing what is happening inside. 

"Arjun… I love you, I love how you call me names, I love how you treat me like a bitch, I am your slut baby" she whispered, her voice thick with emotion.

But Arjun’s reply was cold, devoid of any tenderness. "You have no choice but to love me, Jaya, and you are forever my slut" he said, his voice dripping with a chilling confidence. 

"You know that." The statement hung in the air, a chilling declaration of dominance. "You belong to me, and you will do as I say. Understand bitch?" 

"Yes, I am your everything, your bitch, your slut and I am undoubtedly your whore", Jaya responded.


The tension in the air was palpable, even from my vantage point outside the room. The intensity of the scene was overwhelming. The raw power that Arjun displayed was terrifying.

Meanwhile, a wave of my own arousal increased as I rubbed my dick masturbating to what I was hearing, leaving me breathless and overwhelmed. I released my own semen onto my hands, the sticky warmth a burning sensation against my skin. 

In my haste to wipe it off, I accidentally knocked over a small desk near Jaya's bedroom door, sending a glass bottle tumbling to the floor with a sharp CLANG.

The sound, amplified in the quiet of the hallway, echoed even into Jaya's bedroom. There was a sharp intake of breath, then silence. A heavy silence that felt stretched, broken only by my own frantic heartbeat.

Then Arjun’s voice, sharp and authoritative, cut through the silence in their bedroom. " What is that? It's that boy you told me about. Go see what he's doing," he commanded, his voice betraying no emotion, only the cold certainty of power.

A hushed whisper followed: "Ooh noo, Rajeev must have heard everything, ooh noo" Jaya whispered, her voice filled with a mixture of fear and apprehension, a mixture that spoke volumes of her desperation and vulnerability. 

"What do we do?" Her voice was a barely audible tremor, a testament to her fear and helplessness. "Well get up slut! Go check on what he is doing, stop being a lazy whore!" Arjun said, not even a glint of nervousness in his words.

As I began to wipe the cum residue from my hands, preparing to flee back to my room, a desperate need to escape the hot scene overwhelming me, the bedroom door creaked open. 

Jaya stood there, her body half-covered by a white towel, the flimsy fabric barely concealing her soft curvy body. Her hair was a tangled mess, strands clinging to her sweat-damp skin. Her lipstick was smeared, her face flushed, a mixture of arousal and terror etched onto her features. 



She looked utterly untidy, a stark contrast to her usual composed appearance, her vulnerability laid bare for all to see.

"Ooh, Rajeev… www… you're up? Looking for something?" she stammered, her voice barely a whisper. 

The words were laced with a desperate hope that I hadn't seen or heard anything, a desperate wish that she could erase the memory of the immoral & obscene events that had just happened in that room.

I lied, "Just… couldn't sleep. I came to drink some....umm..yeah...water.," I mumbled, my voice betraying my inner turmoil. "Nothing, really." My words were a feeble.

Then something incredible happened. Arjun emerged from the bedroom, stepping past Jaya. He was completely naked, his huge, hairy body filling the doorway, his presence dominating the hallway. 

His skin was glistening with sweat, and his physique was undeniably impressive – broad shoulders, thick hairy chest, and powerful legs. Thick dark hair covered his chest and stomach, extending down to his thighs.



The sight of him, so unexpectedly revealed, was horrifying. The sheer size of him, the raw power radiating from his body, was intimidating. 

Jaya, stammered and whispered to him, "Arjun, what are you doing? He's a kid! He'll suspect something. Wear something" Her voice was filled with a desperate plea, a desperate attempt to salvage what little remained of her dignity.

Arjun, with a casual disregard for propriety that was chilling in its audacity, simply kissed Jaya aggressively.

Then, with a gentle push that sent her stumbling back, he turned towards me, his gaze unwavering. "So you're Rajeev, huh?" he said, his voice still low and commanding, but with a hint of amusement that sent a chill down my spine. 

My knees felt weak, my voice caught in my throat. 

I could only manage a shaky, "Y-yes, sir." The words were barely audible, a testament to my fear and the overwhelming power of his presence.

"Ooh, you're a good boy," he said, his eyes glinting with a disturbing mixture of amusement and something else…something I couldn't quite decipher. His tone was both condescending and patronizing, and the words sent a chill down my spine.

My eyes, involuntarily, dropped to his body. And that's when I saw it. His dick was completely covered in a brown, glistening shit. 

It was a thick, viscous mess, a dark brown hue, with chunks. The stinky smell of that shit was overwhelming. The sight was so disgusting, I almost vomited, that it stole the breath from my lungs.




And can I tell you briefly about his penis? Well, gosh! This man's penis was...I don't want to exaggerate but, damn! It was I think, if I am not wrong, close to 11 Inches. Yes! You heard me right, 11 inches.

Not only that, it was also fat and I could even see veins around his whole dick.

He realized that I was looking at his dick then he told me, "Ohh sorry, kid, you know what this is?", he asked me. I shivered and trembled. "N..nn..no sir", I answered, trying my best to stay calm.

"This is type of chocolate that came from Jaya, she usually applies it on me then she sucks it", he said. Jaya, who was standing next to us, witnessing this embarrassment was seemingly shocked and astonished from what she just heard Arjun saying.

She then whispered to him, "Arjun, stop it, hey! What are you saying?"

The realization hit me like a physical blow: the "chocolate" Arjun was talking about was actually Jaya’s shit. Her own shit from her asshole. 

The sheer volume of it, covered onto Arjun's penis, showed the depth to which he had forced his dick into her asshole. It looks like when he was fucking her asshole so hard, his dick got in contact with her shit.

It was caked on thick, smeared around the base, and clung to his dick. It was a horrifically erotic and nice vivid image, burned into my memory, an image that would likely haunt me for the rest of my life in a sexually fantastic way.

I could feel my stomach churning. The stinky smell alone was enough to make me want to vomit, and the sight of it, still clinging to Arjun’s body, was utterly appalling. 

I told myself, "Wooow this man really ravaged Jaya's asshole. I think her asshole is now very very loose" 

Friends let me tell you something, Jaya's big ass, is such a wonderful juicy ass that when you see it for the first time, the first and only thought that will invade your mind is "I want to fuck this big ass right now!!".

Her curvy, proportioned ass was designed to make any man just want to grab it and push all his dick inside her cute, very tight precious and wonderfully made asshole. Aaahhh soo hot!!

Friends, can I be honest? I wish I was Arjun. I wished that I could fuck Jaya in her big ass. I was just mesmerized. In fact, I was not entirely shocked by Arjun fucking her asshole because Jaya deserves to be fucked in her asshole.

I know that Jaya is my best friend's mom, Rahul. But hey! What could I do? If a woman is blessed with such a curvy body, nice breasts full of milk, nice thunder thighs and fleshy ass, what could I do?

I can't control myself.

Jaya, cheeks flushed with shame and embarrassment, looked down, her face hidden by her hands. 

The smell of hers shit was sickening, thick and heavy in the air. It was clear that the pungent shit odor wasn’t confined to Arjun’s body; it clung to the air itself, an inescapable reminder of what had just transpired. 

Arjun, seemingly oblivious to the horrifying sight and smell, or perhaps simply unconcerned, headed towards the kitchen. 

"Ooh, let me get some refreshments," he said casually, his tone completely lacking any sense of appropriateness, as if such things were entirely commonplace, as if the events of the past hour were simply a routine occurrence. 

It his blatant display of his arrogance and power, the implicit belief that his status somehow absolved him of any responsibility or consideration for others. 


Jaya, still in embarrassment, whispered urgently to me. "Rajeev, please…just go to your room. Just go and have a good sleep ok?." 

Her voice was a plea, a desperate attempt to protect herself and me from the consequences of what we had just witnessed. "Ok aunty", I said as I left.

Then entered Rahul's bedroom but before I locked, Jaya and Arjun were still in the kitchen. I heard them talking, I had to keep the door slightly ajar so that I could listen to their conversation.


“Why did you come out naked in front of him and why you told him that?” Jaya asked, her voice anxious but urgent.

“Shut up, slut, I told him because he will know it later when he grows, it's better for kids to learn better you know heehehehe, the earlier the better, ahahahahahaha” 

"No Arjun, my love, that is so nasty of you", Jaya said.

Arjun snapped back as he gulped on water, barely above a whisper yet sharp enough to cut through the night. “Bitch! You’re making a mountain out of a molehill, you whore. The kid won’t remember a thing. He’s just a kid, and too young to understand.”

“Too young?” Jaya’s voice trembled as she pressed on, “What if he does remember? He could ruin everything! This could even reach my husband.”

“Let him ruin it, then! It’s not my problem, andI don't care if your husband knows it, even if he knows it, he will divorce and you will be officially mine, ahahahaha” 

Arjun shot back, his frustration unleashing a wave of disrespect. “You think I care if your husband knows? I already fucked you and all your holes."

Jaya just stood there listening, her eyes wide open.

"That good for nothing husband of yours only fucks your pussy. He is a bitchy woman. What kind of a man only fucks his woman in her pussy only? Huh? Stop acting so dramatic. You’re just making yourself look foolish.”

“But my love...,” Jaya insisted, desperation creeping into her voice. “If he tells anyone…”

“Honestly, Jaya, do you ever listen? You think he’s going to spill secrets? He’s more interested in his games than your stupid mess you did on my dick, just look at what you did on my dick,” he spat, condescension dripping from each word. 

“So just shut up and relax. You are my slut, remember that and talking about mess”

He looked at his dick which was fully coated in Jaya's shit after he fucked her asshole.

“Come here and clean it up right now,” Arjun commanded, his voice deep and unyielding.

Jaya’s eyes widened, and she looked down at his dirty dick, visibly disturbed. “What? I can’t do that my love, I might vomit!” she exclaimed, her voice laced with a mixture of disbelief and anxiety.

Arjun’s smirk surfaced, a cold edge to his demeanor. “Listen slut, if you end up vomiting, that’s on you. You caused the mess,” he retorted, crossing his arms defiantly.

“Please, Arjun, I really can’t! Just let it go.” Jaya’s desperation was evident as she frantically shook her head, backing away slightly.

“Stop being so dramatic you whore. You are pretending and I saw you watch porn and in porn they suck shitty dick also. So stop pretending whore. Just do it! You know you’re responsible for all this,” he reiterated, the hardness in his voice unyielding.

Friends, I was hard again. My dick became hard. Would Jaya actually suck her own shit from Arjun's dick?

Jaya’s frustration grew. “I’m not equipped for this! It’s disgusting!” Her voice trembled, betraying her struggle with the situation.

“Do you think I care?” Arjun snapped, the raw command in his tone cutting through the air. “It’s a simple task. Clean it up or deal with the consequences of your actions bitch, Clean it up or I will leave you to go back to your husband”

Jaya was shocked, she became quiet for a second, maybe thinking that this man named Arjun Kapoor, would leave her and miss his fucking styles.

“And think about what you did, do you want me to leave you or not?” he shot back, his voice now colder.

Jaya was still silenced, she seemed clouded in thoughts.

“Your silence says that you are not ready to leave me. So! It’s your responsibility. Own up to it. Now kneel down and suck it like a good slut, show me how you love my dick”

I asked myself, "Ooh! This is so hot, would Jaya lick her own shit from Arjun's dick?"

With a resigned sigh, she knelt down, her movements slow and deliberate, demonstrating a mixture of reluctance and defeat. The gravity of the situation hung heavily in the air, and I found myself overwhelmed.

The scene before me felt unbearable, a reminder of the complexities of adult relationships and the shadows that lingered in the corners. 

I felt worlds apart from them—once just a boy unaware of such struggles, now flung into the complexity of betrayal and disappointment.

As Jaya prepared to follow through with Arjun’s demand, I realized I couldn’t bear to watch any longer. I needed to see her suck it right now! Oohhhh! "This is going to be hot", I said to myself as I prepared to see what was going to unfold.





TO BE CONTINUED............

[nadia]

Now something similar happened which I wanted lol.. If not with Sunita, it did happen with Jaya infront of Rajeev! Good going, bro..

glad you enjoyed

[nadia]

((FOR THOSE BUMPING INTO THIS STORY FOR THE FIRST TIME, THIS CHAPTER IS WHERE I INTRODUCE ARJUN (THE BOSS OF RAHUL'S FATHER ) TO MY MOM FOR THE FIRST TIME, ENJOY!!))






I pressed myself against the wall in Rahul's room, peering through a narrow crack in the door. The scene that unfolded was both shocking and strangely disgusting. 

Jaya knelt before Arjun, the imposing figure of Rahul's father's boss, her face a mask of profound disgust. Her eyes were squeezed shut. 

She was performing oral sex on him, his cock still glistening with that disgusting dark brown shit. The air was thick with the clashing scents of Jaya's shit.

Arjun, surprisingly, spoke in a gentle, almost solicitous tone. "That's it, Jaya. Good girl," he murmured, his voice a low purr that somehow amplified the disturbing nature of the act. 

"Just a little more. You're doing wonderfully. Open your mouth Jaya, don't be bitch, clean me up. Show me how much you want this" His words felt like a cruel mockery of genuine affection. 

I couldn't believe what I was seeing. It was jarring to watch Jaya, usually so poised and elegant, reduced to this state of apparent humiliation of sucking her own shit from another man's huge dick. Oohh so good!!

The idea of her mouth actually enclosing that… that shit… was almost too much to bear. Jaya began swallowing the dick. In her mouth, she began taking portions and portions of his dick.

Jaya closed her eyes tight, seemingly hoping that the taste will not reach her tongue to make her sense it.

A mix of muffled sucking sounds and occasional, choked gasps emanated from Jaya's mouth, punctuated by involuntary shudders that betrayed her profound discomfort. "MMmhh mmmhh ccchhgghh!" sounds emanated from her mouth.

This was clear indication that she was struggling between the taste and smell of her shit on Arjun's dick. "Yes go ahead....woow...you are doing just fine my slut", Arjun encouraged her looking down.


Arjun, with a chilling display of control, held the back of her head, guiding her movements with almost clinical precision. He pushed her forward and back, ensuring she took every inch of his dick into her mouth a grotesque dance of dominance and submission playing out before my eyes.


"Bitch don't try to run away, keep sucking yeah....oohh yesss...Jaya my whore....suck it...clean up the mess you made", Arjun said. 

Then, suddenly, Jaya could take no more. The stench, the taste, the sheer degradation it all became too much. 

With a sharp, almost violent movement, she pulled away, scrambled to her feet, and rushed to the kitchen sink, spitting a mouthful of saliva, kind of brownish color, onto the porcelain. 

The saliva was distinctly brownish, a grim testament to the nature of what she had just endured. It didn't even take 5 minutes of sucking and she already gave up. 

In my head I said, "Jaya, you shouldn't have given up so easily, you could have continued sucking that dick that you love the most"

Arjun's laughter erupted, a cruel, arrogant sound that echoed the hollowness of his words. "Pathetic," he sneered, his voice dripping with disdain. "Such a weak stomach. I expected more from you, Jaya.", 

He watched as Jaya continued spitting more and more saliva as she directed the tap towards her mouth, rinsing it thoroughly. It was clearly evident that she was doing this for the first time.

"You should be used to this by now. You're mine, after all. You'll learn to tolerate anything I dish out." Arjun added as he continued laughing.

His laughter was a grating sound that scbangd against my nerves, a testament to his utter lack of empathy and his complete perversion.

The sound of Jaya spitting into the sink was small, almost insignificant, lost in the cacophony of his arrogant laughter.

I didn't watch much longer. The sight was too much, the stinky smell of shit almost unbearable, was still lingering in the whole house.

Overwhelmed by a wave of my own arousal, I retreated to my room, the physical release offering no solace to my disturbed mind. "I have had enough", I told myself.

Exhaustion finally claimed me, because I masturbated twice that night, so I decided to climb on the bed and I fell into an uneasy sleep.

The next morning, I sat in the living room, nursing a cup of tea. Jaya was busy in the kitchen, preparing breakfast, her movements efficient and practiced, her face devoid of any obvious distress. 

As usual, I just stared at her fat ass as it wiggled from left to right. I just saw her ass and I couldn't believe that this was the same ass that was being fucked so hard yesternight until she shitted herself. Ooh what a sight!!

The jarring disconnect between the woman before me and the creature I'd witnessed just hours earlier was almost surreal. The realization that this was the same woman who had swallowed Arjun’s dick covered in shit, hadn’t truly sunk in.

Few minutes later, Arjun emerged from the bedroom, still shirtless as he had been the previous night, but now wearing a pair of boxers that looked decidedly soiled. 

He stretched languidly, yawning so loudly, his movements radiating a confidence that bordered on arrogance.

"Morning, Rajeev," he greeted me, his voice casual, as if nothing out of the ordinary had transpired.

"Morning, sir," I replied, my voice even, though my mind was still reeling from the night before.

After greeting me, he moved over to Jaya, slapping her firmly on her big ass which caused it to shake. "Ouch!" she yelped, but there was no real surprise in her voice, more like a playful protest. 

He then kissed her deeply, their lips locked in a prolonged embrace. Jaya subtly attempted to pull away, her eyes darting towards me, signaling distress. But there was no genuine struggle, no real tension.


After breaking the kiss, Jaya looked at me. I pretended to be engrossed in her phone, playing video game, quickly averting my gaze, yet internally I was mesmerized by their display. 

I told myself, at least they were doing it openly in front of me, unlike Sir Suresh and my mother, who conducted their affairs in secret. 

But then a thought struck me: my mother was hiding her infidelity because I was her son. She didn't want me to know. It made a grim sort of sense. If she knew that I knew about her affairs, she would be sad.

She would be in distress if she thinks I know so I just decided to play fool when Sir Suresh and my mom fucked each other.

I heard Jaya whisper to Arjun, "Hey, can't you behave yourself? Rajeev is only ten meters away."

Arjun chuckled, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "Let him watch," he said. "It's a good lesson for him. It's good for him to learn how things really are."

He then came and sat opposite me. "Morning, Rajeev. Sleep well?" he asked.

"Yes, sir," I replied, trying to keep my voice steady despite the lingering images from the night before.

"Good. So," he continued, "what are your plans for the day?"

Friends, there is one thing I noticed, he smelt of sweat and shit, just like yesternight. That familiar, nauseating odor of that brown shit of Jaya from the night before clung to him. 

Yet, strangely, a part of me started to find the smell very nice and I don't know why. If that smell emanated from Jaya's asshole, that big, fat, round ass... I wouldn't mind the smell at all. 

In fact, the thought of that big, round backside, the way it must have felt around Arjun, sent a surprising shiver down my spine. The image ignited a strange, forbidden curiosity within me. 

I couldn't wait to tell Rahul about what I just witnessed his mom doing. I am very much aware that Rahul never ever in his entire life witness his mom sucking her own shit from another man's dick.

Even though he had watched all of his mom's secret fucking with Arjun, I pretty sure that I am the first one to see this new adventure his mom has chosen. I know Rahul will not believe me but I have all the evidences.

And what are the evidence? Yes, I took photos of Jaya sucking the shitty cock of Arjun. I took it in her phone and I saved the photos online and then deleted it.

I did this so that I can show it to Rahul just in case he choses not to believe me.

Arjun was, without a doubt, undeniably ugly. But he had lots of money. Friends, Arjun seemed like a man who was powerful in some way. I don't know because I haven't interacted with him yet but he seems so much powerful.

Jaya joined us on the table ready to eat breakfast. I could sense that she could smell the dirty, sweaty smell of Arjun mixed with her own shit. But the thing that surprised me was that she didn't even bother.

It was like she was beginning to attune to the smell of her own shit clinging on Arjun. Rahul's mother was clearly a bitch, just like how Arjun called her. A whorish bitch who loves the smell of her own shit. OOh that is so wonderful!!

She didn't seem bothered by it at all. Perhaps, I thought, she was getting used to it.

Over breakfast, the three of us ate in an unsettling silence, the lingering stinky smell of Arjun’s body barely registering with me. The disturbing thought of Arjun and Jaya consummating their relationship filled me with a twisted fascination. 

I found myself wishing, in a naughty way, that my mother was having the same kind of relationship with Arjun. Yes friends! I am saying the truth, at that time, I wished that Arjun was the one who was fucking my mom.

Although I don't know him that much, I just wanted my mom to fuck this man instead of Sir Suresh. 

I don't know why this feeling came to me all of a sudden. I just found myself hoping that one day Arjun would likewise fuck my mom and make her do the same things he did with Jaya.

I was really hoping it would happen, I wanted it to happen. But the image of my mother, stripped off her saree, forced into submission, twisted by that same raw, animalistic power of Arjun, made me feel hot.


After breakfast, Jaya spoke. "Arjun, can you at least drive Rajeev to the hospital to see his dad" 

Arjun, without hesitation, agreed. "Of course, my slut darling. Anything for you." He stood, his gaze lingering on Jaya for a moment before he went to bathe.

I was shocked to hear Arjun calling Jaya that kind of name. Friends, I do know that meaning but I was astonished how he called her in front of me. 

"What? did he just call her a slut in front of me?" I questioned myself. I saw Jaya looking at me to see if I recognized what was the meaning of slut. I pretended that I was not looking at her. 

Then a few minutes later, I decided to ask her what is the meaning of slut.

"What...what does 'slut' mean Aunty?" I asked her, my voice barely a whisper. 

Jaya hesitated, her gaze darting nervously around the room. "It's...it's just a word,...it's...a very rare word" she stammered, her voice tight with discomfort. 

"A word, but it doesn't really mean anything." She avoided my eyes, her cheeks flushed. "Really, don't worry about it."

"But...what does it mean? Is it your second name?" I persisted, my curiosity surging. The casual pervert of Arjun's words still echoed in my ears.

She dried her hands, she was uncomfortable. "It's... it's just something people say. Especially adult ones, it's not for young ones like you Rajeev. It's not important." Her voice was strained, her words clearly a fabrication.

"Can I... can I call you that name aunty?" I asked, the question forming in my mind before I could stop it. I wanted to see how she would react.

Jaya looked at me as if struck. "hahahah, Rajeev, you are very clever you know, but it's not meant for kids like you to know and use that word." she said while smiling. 

"Just don't call anyone that name, just...call me aunty, the word aunty is enough" 

The desperate plea in her voice finally broke through the carefully constructed facade, I knew she loved how Arjun was calling her a slut because yesterday night, she was happy when Arjun referred to her in that way.


Later on, Arjun and I stepped out of the house and headed towards his car. The vehicle gleamed under the morning sun – a Rolls Royce, sleek and imposing. This Arjun man was rich. No wonder Jaya fell for him. 

Friends, this man Arjun was a wealthy man. I noticed it the first time that night when I noticed his shoes. Although he is a pervert, he is one rich man.

And I think a part from Jaya loving his huge dick, she got in love with his wealth no wonder why Jaya wore so many expensive necklaces, ear rings and anklets.

Jaya, standing at the doorway, called my mother on her phone. They had a chat for a while then she said.

"Sunita," Jaya’s voice was clear and crisp, "Rajeev is coming to the hospital, and a friend of mine, Arjun, is dropping him off."

A pause. I could hear my mother's voice, laced with mild curiosity. "Arjun? Who is Arjun?"

Jaya’s response was smooth, carefully rehearsed. "Just a friend from work, Sunita. He’s very kind, offered to help." Then Jaya waved me and Arjun goodbye as me and Arjun entered his luxurious car.

The Rolls Royce purred smoothly as we drove. The interior was a symphony of luxury - supple leather, polished wood, a subtle, almost intoxicating fragrance hung in the air. 



Arjun engaged me in conversation, at first his questions seemingly normal, but I sensed a veiled purpose beneath his politeness. Then later he started asking me questions about what I saw yesternight.

"Rajeev," he began, his tone deceptively mild, "so you remember what you saw me and Jaya doing last night?, did you notice things we did?"

My heart pounded. "I… I wasn’t really paying attention, sir," I stammered, my voice barely a whisper. I didn't want to reveal to him that I saw everything in clear broad night.

He chuckled, a low, rumbling sound. "Oh, really? You didn't notice the… chocolate thing that was on my....you know?" 

His words were deliberately vague, yet the underlying implication made my stomach clench. I was sure he was asking about Jaya's shit that covered his dick.

"I… I didn't see anything clearly, sir," I repeated, desperately trying to maintain my composure.

Arjun leaned back, his eyes gleaming with amusement as he continued driving. "That chocolate thing from Jaya," he said, his voice soft yet intense, "it feels rather good on a man’s dick, you know. It is so good"

This means that he loved the feel of Jaya's shit on his dick. Was it because Jaya's shit was warm? Because I heard that if a warm thing covers a male dick, the man feels good.

I felt a flush rising to my cheeks. "Why…why is that, sir?"

"Well," he explained, "it's… sticky. Warm. It's a rather intense sensation." He paused, letting his words hang in the air. "Did you… sense the good smell of that chocolate?"

My nervousness was palpable. I couldn't believe we were having that discussion. Why is he saying that it smelled good? "Y-yes, sir," I stammered.

"And how did it smell?" His gaze was intense, probing.

"Sweet… and… earthy, sir," I managed, my voice barely above a breath. The truth, the actual stinky shit of Jaya, was too nice to to smell.

He laughed, a rich, throaty sound. "I love the smell of that chocolate from Jaya," he admitted, his words completely unfiltered, utterly shocking. "All the time, Jaya emits that chocolate from her back hole." He paused, watching my reaction. "Do you know what a back hole is, Rajeev?"

I swallowed hard, my throat suddenly dry. "I… I don’t think so, sir. What is it?"

He smiled, a knowing glint in his eyes. "You will, one day. You’re a clever boy, Rajeev. You should know everything." He leaned closer. "It’s good you witnessed it last night. It’s a nice thing. One day you will feel that chocolate too, and you will get excited"

His words hung in the air, a disturbing mix of casualness and something else… something almost predatory. "Have you ever… been intimate with a girl?" he asked, his voice dropping to a lower register.

My heart skipped a beat. "I… I don’t understand, sir," I mumbled, hoping he wouldn't ask further.

"Intimate," he elaborated, "you know… touching. Kissing. More. You know those acts which makes a woman scream and moan" He paused, giving me a chance to respond truthfully.

"No, sir," I finally admitted, my voice a low murmur. "I’ve never had an intimate relationship with a girl. I am always in schoool"

"I fyou have never done that to a a girl, then you are wasting your time, my boy," Arjun said, his tone shifting to something like genuine concern.

"Why, sir?" I asked, my curiosity piqued.

"Because," he explained patiently, "life is too short to miss out on experiences. Especially pleasurable ones. This are the kind of things you should start doing by now Rajeev. The way I did with Jaya, you should copy me"

I thought about it and I think he was telling me the truth. I also wanted to fuck, to fuck all the holes of a woman. I wanted to do all the things Arjun has done to Jaya. Arjun is beginning to be my role model.

"Actually, you know I have a daughter, I think you might like her", he continued.

 He pulled out his phone and showed me pictures of his daughter.

"Her name is Priya." The picture showed a young woman with long, dark hair cascading down her shoulders, her eyes sparkling with glamour. Her smile was captivating, bright and radiant. 




                                 THIS ARE THE PICTURES OF PRIYA (ARJUN'S DAUGHTER)





















Her skin was flawless, her features delicate yet strong, suggesting a confident and alluring personality. Her figure was curvy, but her curves hinted at a girly sensuality that belied her youth. Her attire was trendy, but tasteful, suggesting a sophisticated style.

"I'll introduce you to her one day, she is lovely and creative kind of a girl" he said, his eyes twinkling.

"Oh, I would really love to befriend her" I replied, my voice barely a whisper, trying to maintain composure. I actually wanted this girl, I wanted to fuck her right away. She looked glamorous.

I stared at Priya's picture, captivated by her beauty. She was stunning, absolutely captivating. The picture alone was enough to send a jolt of excitement through me. My dick almost became hard just by her sight.

Friends, as I looked at Priya, I started fantasizing about her already. I mean don't blame me, she was just hotter than Sahara Desert's scorching sun.

Arjun noticed my long gaze at Priya's photos. "You like her already, huh? I can see you are really staring at her, but don't worry, you will have her all on your own. I want her to be with you" he chuckled, a hint of amusement in his voice.

"She… she looks good, sir, I will not lie" I stammered, my face flushing. I almost said she looks fucking sexy but I didn't want Arjun sir to know that I know this kind of words.

"Don’t worry," Arjun said, a knowing smile playing on his lips. "You’ll get to know her. And you’ll get to practice what I practiced with Jaya. I know she will easily like you. I know you will be a getting on well with her."

"What? Really?", I questioned. "Well, you know, I'm pretty sure she will like it if you do it better to her", Arjun replied.

"But how do you know she will like me sir?", I pressed. "Let me tell you something Rajeev, the secret to make any woman fall in love with you is to give them what they need, not what they want."

I didn't understand what he meant but he continued to explain as he drove. "What they need is exactly what I did with Jaya and what they want is money, therefore, you need to create an imbalanced situation where what they need should be your priority", he said.

A thrill, both exciting and terrifying, shot through me. My pulse quickened. If I make Priya do all the things Arjun sir did with Jaya, then she would lust for me.

He paused, watching me intently. "Want to try it with my daughter, Rajeev?"

I couldn’t speak, a smile slowly spreading across my face. "Ummm...wel...uuhh", I couldn't speak. The thought of fucking this hot Priya in all her holes just caught me and dragged me in the deepest lust in my brain.

"Why are you silent Rajeev?", he questioned as he noticed me in deep thoughts. "I...I am not...su..." I again couldn't let out the words.

"Think about it," Arjun said, a hint of mischief in his eyes. "Family matters are important, Rajeev. It's good to spend time with family. 

"You will thank me later, my daughter Priya is such a hottie, you will  like her and she will like you back. My daughter Priya will make you feel happy than ever" 

After 15 minutes of drive, he transitioned smoothly into asking about my family, about my mother's name, my siblings, my relatives – seemingly normal questions at first. 

But I noticed a pattern emerging; his questions were shifting, becoming more focused on my mother. 

It was interesting, the way his seemingly casual conversation was circling around my mother, as if he was planning something, something naughty.

"So, your mother, Sunita… a housewife, you say?"

"Yes, sir," I replied, my voice slightly trembling under his scrutiny. He was observant, listening with care.

"And what does she do with her days, hmm? Does she… enjoy gardening? Reading perhaps? Does she have any… hobbies?" He paused, letting the question hang heavy in the air. 

His interest seemed… too intense, bordering on to me, somehow radiant.

I felt a prickle of unease. "She… she mostly takes care of the house, sir. Cooks, cleans… you know,, normal chores of a housewife" My response felt inadequate, too simple to satisfy his probing questions.

He hummed thoughtfully. "And your father? What does he do?"

"He… he's a businessman, sir. He works very hard and he is busy, he just got sick the other day and he was admitted" I stammered, choosing my words carefully. 

Arjun nodded slowly. "Interesting. Tell me, does she… does she ever go out? Does she have any… friends?" His words were carefully chosen.

"She has a few friends from her book club, sir," I replied, trying to sound casual, but my heart pounded in my chest. 

His questions felt invasive, almost predatory. The memory of Jaya, a woman whose life had been irrevocably altered by Arjun's manipulations, flooded my mind. 

"I'd very much like to meet her, what do you say Rajeev, do you think you can help me know her better, I am really interested in your mom" Arjun said finally, his voice smooth yet possessing an undeniable authority.

The thought of Arjun, this pervert man who treated Jaya like a slut, knowing my mom and getting to associate with her, made me feel hot. I replied, "Yes yes, why not sir. I will surely help you to know her"

"Tell me more about your mother. What kind of sarees does she wear?"

"She usually wears cotton sarees, sir. Simple ones. Not tight-fitting ones. She likely loves red sarees"

"And when she does wear something different... something perhaps... more form-fitting more sexy... how does she look? Describe her figure."

This man was really going to lust for my mom. The questions he was asking made me certain that he was focusing more on my mom.

"She’s… curvy, sir. She has a nice figure, but she prefers comfortable clothes. She's not one for tight-fitting anything, really. It's not her style."

"I see. And her build? Is she tall? Short? What's her overall physique like?"

"She's of average height, sir. A little on the balanced side, maybe. But... well-proportioned. Not particularly thin, not overweight. Just… curvy, as I said."

"Curvy. I understand. And how often does she go out? Does she have many social engagements? Does she frequent any particular places? A party, perhaps?"

"She… she has a book club, she doesn't got to parties, she is conserved sir. She goes once a week. Sometimes more, if there's a special event."

"Ooh you know the  most conservative housewives are the best to know" He said and I didn't understand why he is saying this.

"And besides the book club? Does she go shopping? To the market? For walks in the park? Any other regular outings?"

"Not really, sir. Mostly she stays home. We usually do go to parks when dad is around. She takes care of the house, cooks, that sort of thing."

"I see. And does she ever spend time with anyone?"

"Not often, sir. Usually only to the markets. This is because my dad works abroad"

When I said that my dad works abroad, I don't know why but he got a little excited. I could see a baby smile on his face. The way I gave him a sense that my mom was primarily a lonely  housewife.

"And does she ever… meet people when she goes to the market, perhaps?"

"I don't think so, sir. She mostly keeps to herself."

He remained silent for 5 minutes as he continued driving. I looked at him at the corner of my eyes and he seemed as if he was in deep thought. That kind of thought somebody has when they are planning to do something, like scheming.


The image of Jaya – her broken spirit broken by Arjun, her desperate silence to pleasure Arjun – fueled a wild, irrational hope that somehow, one day this Arjun man will deflower my mom fully, even more than Jaya herself. 


The ride to the hospital felt like an eternity. The excitement that had initially surged within me now felt laced with a growing dread. What if Arjun intended to do to my mother what he had done to Jaya? The thought sent a chill down my spine.

And why did I just accepted to help him know my mom? Woow horniness really got the better of me.

"Why are you so excited?" Arjun asked, breaking the silence. His tone was almost playful, yet the question carried a sharp edge.

My throat tightened. I had to think fast. "I… I’m just happy to finally have a chance to introduce you to my mother, sir," I stammered, desperately seeking a plausible explanation. 

The lie felt slick and uncomfortable on my tongue, but I couldn't admit the truth – the dark, disturbing truth that shadowed my anticipation.

Thirty minutes later, the Rolls-Royce pulled up to the hospital entrance. "This is it, sir," I said, pointing to the hospital building. My voice was shaky, the tension building with every passing moment. "My father is admitted here."

Arjun simply nodded. As we exited the car, I saw them – my mother and Sir Suresh standing just outside the hospital doors, their figures silhouetted against the pale morning light. 

I noticed Sir Suresh's hand over my mom's shoulder. My mom was also holding him. I asked myself why are they holding each other like this outside the hospital, what if someone sees them and reports to dad?. 

Both of them were dressed differently from the previous day. 

My mother wore a vibrant pink saree with a blue blouse, she was looking glamorous, completely unlike her usual simple cotton clothes.



Sir Suresh, too, was sharply dressed in a suit, a stark contrast to the casual attire he'd worn yesterday whey I left them at the hospital. 

Where had they changed? When? Did they go back home? And if they did, did they fuck each other? Because I don't remember them carrying changing clothes in bags or anything like that.

Oh yes, I am very sure this two lovebirds fucked each other yesternight. Because remember when I called mom using Jaya's phone last night and she seemed nervous to explain to me where she clearly was? Yes. I am very sure they fucked. 


But I didn't want to assume things. I just said I will find out later.

As we approached them, Arjun reached out and took my hand, his touch surprisingly gentle. He held me like his son. 

I stared at Sir Suresh as we neared them, his facial expression as he looked at Arjun seemed to me as if he had an idea of who this person was. 

He knew Arjun. He knew him well. It wasn't merely an acquaintance. 

"Arjun! My word, what a surprise to see you here in Pune!" Sir Suresh's voice boomed, cutting through the quiet tension. He extended a hand, a wide, genuine smile on his face. "How on earth did you end up here?"

Arjun returned the handshake with a firm grip, his smile equally warm, yet somehow possessing an underlying intensity. 

"A rather unexpected turn of events, Suresh. I was in Mumbai on business, and… well, let's just say a certain individual needed my assistance rather urgently. Hence, the sudden trip to Pune." 

He paused, his gaze drifting towards my mother and me, a subtle shift in his demeanor. Friends, the way this Arjun gazed at my mom was in an erotic way. Initially, he started gazing at my mom from her beautiful face.

Then his eyes slowly went down and landed on her soft boobs which were covered in that blue blouse.

My mother rushed forward, her eyes wide with a mixture of surprise and concern. "Rahul, my dear! How are you? I hope the rain yesterday didn't rain on you beta" 

"No mom, I am perfectly fine, I spent the night at Jaya, I wanted to come but she told me the rain will batter me", 

She enveloped me in a hug, her embrace warm and comforting. As she bent, Arjun further casted his eyes on my mom's navel which was layered with slight fat. "Yes Jaya did the right thing", mom replied.

"I can see you made a friend, Rajeev, can you introduce us to him?" my mom asked me, glancing at Arjun. This time Sir Suresh was just smiling looking at me.

"Yes Mom," I began, drawing a breath to introduce them formally, "this is Arjun… a friend of Jaya, my friend's mother. You remember Jaya? the mother of my friend Rahul?" "Yes yes, I remember her", mom replied. 

I chose my words carefully, aware of the subtle undercurrent of tension that thrummed beneath the surface of the cordial greetings.

Sir Suresh stepped in smoothly. "Sunita, my dear, this is Arjun. He’s been a long-time friend to me also" He made the introduction sound natural and easy.

I secretly caught Arjun’s gaze lingering on my mother's breasts, his eyes slowly tracing the curve of her figure from her hair down to her feet. He was really eating my mom with his eyes. He looked hungry.

Friends, by now I was very much certain that Arjun has fallen for my mom even in just a duration of 5 minutes of introduction. 

Friends, my mom is a type of a hottie you would just admire and adore in the first sight. She has this charm that is so magnetic to any man no wonder people were jealou of my dad. Even others wanted my dad to disappear so that they can have my mom.

They saw my dad managed to marry literally a queen who is bestowed with a deadly figure that can make any man go crazy.


Arjun clearly found her attractive, and this unnerving assessment was already setting my teeth on edge. 

I had this dreadful feeling that he was falling for her already. I just imagined if this man had my mom right now, then he would really bang her.

"Arjun," my mother responded, her voice a little stiff. “It's a pleasure to meet you."

Arjun's smile turned even more naughty, almost dazzling. "The pleasure is entirely mine, Sunita," he said, reaching out to make a handshake with my mom.

When he gripped her hands, his grip was surprisingly tight, almost possessive, sending a nervous flutter through her. 

My mother's initial nervousness was clear; her hand trembled slightly in his handshake. He continued shaking her hand, not moving his eyes away from her boobs.

"You are… incredibly beautiful, Sunita," Arjun complimented, his voice a smooth, low murmur that carried a hint of something sensual. 

"Your eyes… I've never seen such warmth and depth. And that saree… it complements your figure perfectly. It's... stunning. You're beautiful in so many ways; you have a very captivating presence." 

"OOhh, I...I didn't expect that", my mom said, clearly in mixed of thoughts. She looked at Sir Suresh smiling. I knew she does this every time she is shy.

Friends, I was mixed in confusion. Arjun had the audacity to compliment my mom in front of Sir Suresh. Friends, Sir Suresh, surprisingly just looked down as Arjun complimented my mom.

I didn't understand immediately why he was all of a sudden silent because in another day, he would have prevented Arjun from flirting with his woman in front of him. I just asked myself why is he so silent? 

Is Arjun controlling him, and since they know each other, does Sir Suresh know that Arjun is powerful or not What is happening? 

Does he know something about Arjun that me and mom don't know? Why is Sir Suresh acting so low in front of Arjun and allowing him to flirt with my mom? Does he respect him that much? Something is clearly not right here.

Arjun's flirty words for my mom were laced with a subtle compliments, his gaze lingering on her, making her blush. Friends, the thing about my mom is that even if she was married to my dad, she usually felt prone to compliments.

Even though she didn't like compliments by other men, she just pretended that she likes the compliments. But later she would get angry at herself for smiling while other men are flirting with her.

He kept shaking her hand, his touch lingering a fraction longer than necessary. His words were nothing less than a seductive journey of flirtation.


Arjun: (leaning in slightly) You know, Mrs. Sunita, strength and beauty often walk hand in hand. And I can see that

Mom: (blushing, fidgeting slightly) Oh, that’s too sweet, truly! Thanks Sir. 

His gaze lingered, slowly drifting from her eyes to her lips, to the graceful curve of her neck, all while his thumb casually traced a circle on her palm. 

She struggled to maintain her composure, but a slight blush crept onto her cheeks, a nervous tremor in her voice barely audible as she replied.

"Thank you," she murmured, her voice betraying her discomfort. After the long handshake, she gently but firmly withdrew her hand, a slight tremor betraying her nervousness.

I was sure that if she didn't withdrew her hand from Arjun's grip, then Arjun would have continued holding her hand and pressing it hard. Woow! This man was such a pervert.

But guess what friends, I really liked how he is using his pervasion to flirt with my mom. In fact, this was so good as I watched it.

Sir Suresh, noticing a small tension, subtly tries to lighten the mood.

Sir Suresh: So, Arjun, any plans for the weekend? 

Arjun: (looking at my mom's hips and licking his lips) Actually, I might explore more of Pune. I’ve been wanting to visit some local art galleries. 

Friends, let me tell you something, while Arjun was clearly fascinated by my mom and flirting with her, my mom knew what was happening but she was doing her best to try to avoid it. As she usually does.

But I asked myself why is my mom avoiding this Arjun man? Is it because he was ugly? And why is she avoiding him when she already slept with Sir Suresh? 

Does it mean that she just loves my dad and maybe she didn't even want to sleep with Sir Suresh for the first time?

Mom: (now more curious) You enjoy art? 

Arjun: (now fully engaged) Absolutely! There’s something about how art can evoke emotions that genuinely fascinates me. You, Sunita, you are an example of art standing in front of me.

Mom: OOhh! Well... thh..thanks (my mom replied, she was struggling to maintain her composure because she was being complimented so much and somehow women do like it)

Sir Suresh: "Yes she is such a darling"

Arjun - So tell me about your paintings

Mom: (finding common ground) I dabble in painting myself… mostly landscapes and floral arrangements. 

Arjun: (eyes lighting up) Really? I’d love to see some of your work some day There’s a beauty in the way you express yourself creatively. Maybe you can even teach me how to paint (he winked at my mom)


Friends, for some reason, my mom didn't like how he winked at her. She just glanced at Sir Suresh. She looked disgusted by Arjun's wink.

Mom: (genuinely flattered) Thank you! I find painting very thebangutic. 

Arjun: (leaning in) You should definitely showcase it to me. I’m sure many I appreciate your talent. I am sure you have other talents to?

Friends, I knew Arjun was not asking about my mom's painting talent. He was surely asking about another thing, a fucking session with her? Or am I guessing?

Mom: (embarrassing blush) Oh, I don't have that many talents you know.


Arjun, unfazed, merely licked his lips, making sure to catch her eye. It was a blatant display of interest, Sir Suresh was just standing there, just watching this man flirt with my mom.

Friends, it was clear that my mom didn't want to talk a lot with Arjun but since Arjun was asking her questions, she was just forced to answer.

"Suresh, why didn't you tell me about this… exquisite woman?" He asked Sir Suresh, directing his gaze towards my mother, his voice laced with obvious interest and admiration. 

"You've kept her a secret for a long time. Such beauty deserves to be known to the world. Especially to me, hehehehe" 

His eyes seemed to be drinking her in, appraising, absorbing, possessing. My mom all this time was avoiding eye contact with Arjun. 

She just wore a simple smile. My mother's discomfort was evident. 

"She doesn't really talk to many people, in fact I have just known her for the last month", Sir Suresh said.

"Ooh I can see, but at least finally I met her", Arjun said as Sir Suresh looked at my mom smiling.

"Arjun, I... I really must be going, it was nice meeting you. " she stammered, attempting a polite retreat. "Rajeev", she looked at me, "Thank you for introducing me to Sir Arjun"

"Yes mom", I replied as I looked at Arjun. When I glanced at Arjun, he gave me a wink. A type of a wink that translated to "Good job, Rajeev, I have now known your mother, thank you for introducing me to her."

The intensity of his gaze shifted on my mom, made her deeply uneasy, the desire to escape almost overwhelming. "I have to check on my husband, let's go Rajeev", she held my hand.

Arjun: (calling out, slightly out of breath) Excuse me, Mrs. Sunita! Why the rush?

Mom: (pausing for a moment, breathless) Oh, Arjun! I need to check on my husband. He’s been in illness, he was admittted, and I’m anxious to hear how everything went.

Arjun: (his expression turning serious) Oh no, I’m so sorry! I completely forgot. I hope he's alright.

Mom: (offering a reassuring smile) Yes, he is farely well Sir, Thank you, Arjun. We're all hoping for the best.

Arjun: (nodding, genuinely concerned) Let me know if there’s anything I can do to help.

Mom: (gratefully) I appreciate it. Cmon' Rajeev let's go

Arjun: (clearing his throat) Well, maybe we could all explore the galleries together sometime?

Mom: (quickly nodding) I can' say for now Sir, but.....

Sir Suresh: (clearly feeling jealous that Arjun is asking my mom for a meeting) Oh she is really busy sometimes you know, Arjun.

Arjun: Guess that could be fun to, she can be busy with me.


Sir Suresh: (clearly not pleased with Arjun flirting with my mom) Alright, we should head back in Arjun. I want to ensure everything is alright with Rajeev's dad. 


Arjun: NO wait wait Suresh remain with me for a second.

Mom: (while we walked away) Cmon Rajeev, say bye to Uncle Arjun

Me: Bye Uncle!

Arjun: Bye clever kid (He winked at me)

Me: (I winked at him back)


The wink between me and Arjun felt like we were in a deal with him. The deal of making my mom know him more. And possibly meeting with my mom. But I asked myself why did Arjun tell Sir Suresh to remain with him for a second?

[nadia]

CONTINUATION................






Mom: (breaking the silence) So, how did you really meet Arjun? 

Me: (casually) I met him yesterday at night at aunty Jaya's place, he is a friend of her.

Mom: (curiously) Really? What was he doing there? 

Me: (shrugging) He’s charismatic, he went to say hi to Jaya. Arjun seems a friendly man mom.

Mom: (nodding slowly) But what about his personality? 

Me: (chuckling lightly) He has a playful side, for sure, and he seems to be a busy man. It’s all in good fun. 

Mom: (eyeing me skeptically) You think he’s trustworthy though? 

Me: (defensively) Yeah! He’s interesting—life experience and all that. He is also rich

Mom: Well how do you know (mom seemed really interested to know about this man Arjun)

Me: You saw that Rolls Royce car he drove me by?

Mom: Yeah?

Me: It's his

Mom: OOhh woow, really? well...just keep a distance from him, okay? 

Me: (surprised) Why? He’s just being friendly with you mom, why do you get tensed.

Mom: (firmly) Yeah...but...I don't like to talk to these kind of people, I don't know him you know. 

Me: (confused) But why not? He didn’t do anything wrong!

Mom: (avoiding my gaze) I just... I have my reasons. I just don't like how he is. He is too friendly I guess.

Me: (pushing gently) But Mom, the way he talks to you is totally normal! I assure you, it’s harmless.

Mom: (uncertain) Well,, I don't know about it ,,,I am unsure. We just met but I don't know much about him.

Me: (becoming bolder) But you used to spend time with Sir Suresh. Why are you so tense about Arjun? 

Mom: (catching herself, visibly flustered) Oh, it’s different with Suresh he's  more like...like....practically a family. He even paid the hospital bills for your dad

Me: (frowning) Family? But how is that any different? Arjun can also do the same, didn't you see how he looked concerned when you mentioned about dad's health?

Mom: (nervously) I know but, with Sir Suresh it's just… more comfortable, that's all.

Me: (suspicious) Are you sure?

Mom: (defensive, trying to change the subject) Yes Rajeev

Me: (not letting her shift topics) Mom, if something’s bothering you, just tell me. I won’t judge you.

Mom: (visibly flustered, clearly avoiding the topic) Let’s not dwell on this. We’re here for your dad, remember? 

Me: (nodding slowly, but still troubled) Right… but I’m here for you too, you know? 

Mom: (forcing a smile) I appreciate that, but really, if Arjun asks you about me, don't answer him, alright? 

Me: (sighing) I will. But I still think you should give him a chance! He will love to see your paintings mom. He can also expose your paintings to the world since he is a rich man. He will promote you

Mom: (softening a bit) I hear you. But ....just....not at this moment...your dad is more important now?

Me: (smirking to lighten the mood) Yes mom



Then I just asked myself, "If dad was important to her, then why did she left dad alone in the hospital and went with Sir Suresh to our house and they fucked each other all the night? 

But friends, one thing I know is that Sir Suresh was the one who was controlling my mom. My mom never wanted to cheat my dad. But since she is so shy, she found herself in the arms of Sir Suresh.

And my mom for some reason, since she maybe likes how Sir Suresh fucking her, she just allowed it to happen because she is a shy mom as the name of this story suggests. 


As I walked into the hospital ward, the antiseptic smell mixed with a faint hint of lavender from the air freshener created a peculiar atmosphere. 

The stark white walls felt cold, yet there was a warm glow from the small lamp on the bedside table illuminating my dad’s familiar face. He lay there, propped up on pillows, a blanket covering him. 

Me: (approaching his bedside) Hey, Dad. How are you feeling?

My dad looked up and managed a tired smile, his eyes crinkling at the corners.

Dad: Oh, hello little kiddo, just a little stomach ache. Nothing serious. They’ll be sending me home tomorrow. And how are you doing?

Me: Fine dad. Nice to see you recovering quickly.

Relief washed over me, and I settled into the chair next to him, letting out a soft sigh. 

I knew very well that the "sleeping pill" Sir Suresh gave my mom to spill into my dad's drink that night, was not entirely a sleeping pill. It was something sinister.

And my mom, who is now standing in front of my dad is the one who is the culprit. My dad didn't know that the wife he trusted will one day make him ill and fuck another man.

And there was my mom smiling at my dad pretending. She really knows how to pretend and I loved it.

Me: That’s good to hear that they are releasing you tomorrow! Did they find out what caused it? 

Dad: (shaking his head) Just some indigestion, they said but they are not sure. Probably overdid it at dinner last week. But they were confused as to why I got sick all of a sudden.

I chuckled lightly, picturing him devouring his favorite dishes without a care in the world. 

Me: Classic Dad. You always say you can’t resist a good meal. (Mom laughs remembering how dad loves to eat)

My dad smirked, his expression softening. 

Dad: Well, you know me too well. But I’ll be more careful moving forward. But I do like other meals to (he said while looking at my mom)

He said that while he looked at my mom and winked at her. In that moment, I realized how comforting it was to have him back to his usual self, joking and teasing my mom with his casual winks, even in a hospital bed. 


Me: (looking from Dad to Mom) Mom, Dad is getting out tomorrow! Yeeeeiiiii

Mom: (smiling) Yes, That’s wonderful news! I’m glad to hear you’re feeling better, honey. (to dad)

She moved to his bedside, leaning down to kiss him gently on the forehead. 

It was a sweet gesture, one that warmed my heart despite me knowing her secretive affair with Sir Suresh and the newest person who is interested in her, Arjun Kapoor.

Seeing her kiss Dad like that brought back a sense of normalcy. I had missed the little displays of affection that made our family feel whole. 

Even with the complications between my parents and the adultery of my mom, this moment felt nostalgic, almost like a piece of home I had forgotten existed. 

As she pulled back, Dad reached up to grasp her hand.

Dad: (brightly) You are so sweet my love. Thank you for taking care of me. Hey, can you believe they keep insisting I stay one more night? (looking at mom and then me)

Mom: (laughing softly) Don't worry, they won't and I’ll whip up something nice for you when you’re home. (she winked at dad)

The warmth in the room was palpable, yet I felt a sting of confusion in my heart. I knew what she meant, she meant that she will have sex with my dad after a very long time when he gets out of hospital.

Mom’s willingness to support Dad juxtaposed with her evening secret life with Sir Suresh made me question how genuine these displays of affection were. Was she just pretending to love dad?

The thought of Sir Suresh and my mom spending time together while leaving Dad to fend for himself in the hospital made me feel horny.

I longed to ask Dad if Mom had spent the night here with him—the very question weighing heavily on my mind. 

But doing so would mean confronting the obvious deception. 

I knew she hadn’t stayed, leaving him to navigate his discomfort alone while she found solace in Suresh’s sexual company back home. 

Even with that knowledge, I felt a disquiet gnawing at me. 

It wasn’t solely about Mom’s affair; it was about the fragile veneer of our family stability. These moments of care clashed violently against the reality of our circumstances.

Me: (hesitantly) So, Mom… when do you think you’ll come pick him up tomorrow?

Mom: (smiling) I’ll be here bright and early. No way I’m letting you bring him home.

Dad: (laughing) Let’s hope I’ll be fit enough to fend for myself by then!

As they exchanged jovial jokes, I observed them—two people who had forged a strong partnership strong by love, over the years despite my mom's betrayal

Part of me was grateful to see my mom displaying affection for Dad, but another part was restless, yearning to see how she will react when Arjun starts to ask for her interaction. 

The afternoon stretched out, the sun casting long shadows across the ward as we settled into an easy rhythm of conversation. 

It was incredibly comforting to hear stories from Dad’s past, laughter bubbling over the mundane comments of hospital staff as they checked in on him.

The three of us enjoyed. Sir Suresh didn't return since me and mom left him conversing with Arjun. 

I don't know why. But I saw my mom secretly looking at her phone every single time. I think maybe Sir Suresh told her that he wouldn't be able to make it.

Eventually, as evening approached, my mom and I prepared to leave to go home. I stood for a moment at the foot of my dad's bed, grasping his hand.

Me: (squeezing gently) I’ll make sure to call you before bed, okay? 

Dad: (nodding) You better! And if I hear you're not studying enough because of all this, I might just have to call you out on it! 

His teasing made me smile, a bittersweet reminder that our family was still intact, even if it felt precarious at times. 

As we walked away from the ward, my mom took my arm, and we headed toward the exit. 

She constantly kept looking at her phone in such a manner that told me she is reading some messages, probably from Sir Suresh.

Outside, the evening air wrapped around us like a familiar blanket. 

Me: (breaking the silence) Do you think Dad will be okay at home? 

Mom: (thoughtfully) Yes, of course. He just needs time to heal.

I couldn’t help but wonder what other secrets and unspoken truths would lurk around our family dinners once he returned. 

We then took a bus and headed straight home.

The night wrapped around us, heavy with unspoken words, and as I settled back against the seat, I felt a quiet resolve forming within me. 

I hoped that understanding could perhaps bridge the gap between the weight of my knowledge and the façade of our lives that had begun to crumble. 

That night, after I finished bathing, I felt the comforting warmth of home envelop me. 

My mom was in the kitchen cooking. I stood up, and went to switch on the tv.

Mom: (wiping her hands on a dish towel) Can you do me a favor, sweetheart? I left my coat on the chair; could you take it to my bedroom for me?

I nodded, a simple task that felt routine. Picking up her coat, I admired the soft fabric and familiar scent that wafted from it. With one last glance at Mom, I headed down the hallway toward her bedroom. 

As I entered, her bedroom was dimly lit, a couple of soft lamps casting a gentle glow across the room. My mom's bedroom had a fragrance similar to that fragrance of Sir Suresh. 

There is a perfume which Sir Suresh normally likes and this room had that fragrance dispensed in the air.


The bed was neatly made, but as I ventured closer, something caught my eye. There, partially hidden beneath a pillow, was a pair of boxers—Sir Suresh's boxers and next to it were my mom's black panties. 

My heart raced, a sinking feeling settling in my stomach. 

Did Sir Suresh fuck my mom yesterday and she was lying to me that she was with dad. Ohh this was so hot! I couldn't believe my mom and Suresh fucked each other all on their own in this our house.

They had the whole house only for themselves while dad was alone in hospital.


I carefully placed her coat on the bed, my mind swirling with questions I couldn’t afford to ignore. 

After a moment of hesitation, I turned and walked back toward the kitchen, each step heavier than the last. 

Mom was still at the kitchen. I took a steadying breath before speaking.

Me: (trying to sound casual) Mom, can I ask you something?

She turned slightly, her attention shifting from the dishes to me. 

Mom: (smiling, though there was a hint of nervousness in her eyes) Of course! What’s on your mind Rajeev?

I hesitated, words feeling stuck in my throat. How could I frame this? I decided to plunge ahead.

Me: (taking a deep breath) I… I noticed Sir Suresh's boxers in your room.

Her reaction was immediate—stiffening for a moment, her scrubbed hands pausing mid-motion. 

Mom: (smiling too quickly) Oh, those? They must have been left over from when I was doing laundry! I’ve been helping him out with some things, you know? But don't worry I will take it to him.

I knew she was lying obviously almost palpable in the air between us. I looked at her, trying to read her expression, but she was evasive, her gaze darting away quickly. She was nervous.

Mom: (nervously) You know how helpful he can be! Sometimes he leaves things behind when we’re working on projects together. I don’t know how they ended up on my bed. Maybe I was putting things away?

Her answer didn't sit right with me. I could see the way she avoided my gaze, a slight flush creeping onto her cheeks. 

Me: (Me pretending to understand her) Yes mom maybe you muddle them up. But how did he misplace it or was he in a hurry? (me trying to tease her)

Mom: (rubbing her neck, visibly flustered) Yeah probably. Just a...you know...he was in a hurry. You know how chaotic things can get around here sometimes. 

I swallowed hard, the weight of unspoken truths pressing down on me. 

Me: (trying to remain calm) It’s just… I don't know how he would forget his boxer (me trying to tease  her more to see how good she is at lying)

She sighed, wiping her hands on the towel now, the tension in her shoulders unmistakable.  

Me: (tentatively) So, he didn’t spend the night? 





Mom: (hesitating) No, of course not! He… he just came by to pick up some things. Yesternight, I was with your dad so definitely no one was at home. 

The words hung in the air, heavy and transparent, as I stared back at her. 

I wanted to believe her, to offer comfort and understanding, but the truth felt like it was lurking behind every corner of our conversation, waiting to tear through the facade we tried to maintain. 

Before I could respond, she glanced at the clock above the sink, her expression shifting once more.

Mom: (changing the subject) What do you want to do for supper tonight? 

The abrupt change hit me like a wave crashing against the shore, pulling me from the depths of my thoughts. 

I could sense she was desperate to steer the conversation away from the topic at hand. Friends, my mom loves changing subjects when she feels nervous and she is very good at it.


I sighed, knowing better than to press further right now, but the flicker of unease lingered in my chest. 

Me: (sighing) I don’t know, maybe something simple? 

Mom: (brightening) How about I make that pasta you love, with the garlic bread? 

The warmth in her tone felt forced, a veneer of normality layered over the tension. I didn’t want to fight her on it, so I nodded.

Me: That sounds good.

As she resumed cooking, I found myself grappling with the reality I couldn’t ignore. 

I couldn’t help but wonder how long she could maintain this delicate balancing act of love, secrecy, and fragile connections. Would the truth ever come to light to my dad?

Because honestly, Sir Suresh kept banging my mom and he is really enjoying her a lot while my dad is just sick in hospital although recuperating well.



As we settled down at the dining table, the aroma of the garlic pasta filled the air, and for a moment, I allowed myself to feel a flicker of normality. 

My mom served up the pasta with a flourish, her enthusiasm masking the tension that still lingered in the back of my mind. I saw her boobs and she was just a queen.

I couldn't believe how Sir Suresh enjoyed my mom's boobs.

Yet, I quickly noticed her behavior shifting as she took a seat across from me. As soon as she sat down, her phone buzzed on the table. She glanced at it, her fingers involuntarily reaching for it. 

Me: (eyeing her phone) Mom, can we at least eat first? Then you can check your messages later.

She looked up at me, an odd mixture of guilt and urgency flickering across her face.

Mom: (a bit too rushed) Don’t worry! I just need to reply to someone really fast. 

Me: (frowning) Who is it? 

Her fingers tapped away on the screen, and she momentarily set the phone down, returning to the meal before her.

Mom: (forcing a smile) It’s just… a friend..a female friend. 

I watched her closely, sensing the discomfort creeping onto her features. 

Me: (persistent) A friend? Is it something urgent

Mom: (nervously) Not really! It’s nothing serious… just someone I need to coordinate with quickly. 

With that, and after sometime, she picked up her phone again, and I felt a twinge of questions bubbling up inside me. 

Me: (pleading slightly) But just finish eating first, please? 

Mom: (still tapping away) I promise, it’ll just take a second…

I fell silent, my stomach knotting as I observed her expression faltering between excitement and anxiety, each incoming notification drawing her attention like a moth to a flame. 

I know she was texting Sir Suresh but her facial expression was not of a happy person.

Me: (trying to break through) Mom, is something wrong? You seem a bit… off. 

She looked up abruptly, catching my gaze, her eyes wide.

Mom: (trying to brush it off) No, nothing's wrong! I’m just have to reply to this messages, that’s all. 

I pursed my lips, not entirely convinced. 

I knew how much she adored the validation that came from Sir Suresh’s messages, but it felt wrong to witness it escalate, especially at dinner. 

My mom was really obsessed with this person, Sir Suresh, it seems that she really misses his big dick in her holes.

We fell into a strange silence, the clinking of forks against plates sounding far too loud amidst the loaded atmosphere.

Eventually, we finished our meal, though my appetite had waned, overshadowed by the tension that seemed to wrap around us both. I wanted to know what Sir Suresh told her.

Mom stood and began gathering the dishes, her phone still glued to her hand. I sighed deeply, brushing the worry aside for the moment.

Mom: (not looking up) I’ll take care of these; you can relax a bit. 

As she moved to the kitchen. While she was distracted, I borrowed her phone to pretend I was playing games. 

I opened up her screen with ease, but as I did, my heart sank. The notifications were from Sir Suresh’s.

The current conversation was visually jarring, and I felt a rush of adrenaline course through me as I clicked on it.

This was the conversation I read.

Sir Suresh: (the first message) Darling, just understand that I can’t see you again. I want to continue with our secret affair but I just can't 

Mom: Why? What’s going on? Why are you acting like this all of a sudden?

Sir Suresh: (replying) Just know that we can't see each other anymore. I’m really sorry. It's just that...I just can't

I stared at the screen, my heart racing as I absorbed the implications.

Mom: But… why? 

Sir Suresh: (coldly) It’s for the best. I can’t explain right now. 

She’d poured her heart into each interaction with him, and to see him pull away like this—had he fully realized what he was putting her through? 

Mom: Please, just tell me what’s going on! You can't just tell me that you are leaving all of a sudden

Sir Suresh: (concisely) I’m sorry. Just, I can't darling, I am leaving Pune tomorrow, just enjoy and tell Rajeev he is a clever boy.

I got confused what was going on in their messages. I didn't understand why Sir Suresh is leaving mom out of the blue.

Mom: Well ok then, see you! (My mom didn't even care because she was angry Sir Suresh wasn't telling her why he is leaving her)

The last message from Sir Suresh held no clarity, no calm reassurance—just emptiness. 

I knew it would leave her with countless questions and heartbreak, a revelation that felt unbearable to witness through the surface of a phone screen.

I quickly shut her phone, my mind racing as I put it back down on the table just as she returned from the kitchen. The tension hung heavily in the air, a storm brewing that neither of us spoke about. 

[nadia]

(( FOR THOSE BUMPING INTO THIS STORY FOR THE FIRST TIME, THIS SECTION IS WHERE MY FRIEND RAHUL INTRODUCES ME TO HIS GIRLFRIEND. IT ALSO CONTAINS A REAL SCENE WHERE MY MOM INTERACTS WITH ARJUN SIR FOR THE SECOND TIME, ENJOY!!))









The morning sun peeked through my window, casting soft light across my room. I could hear the faint sounds of the city waking up outside. 

Today felt different. My mom was out picking up my dad from the hospital, while I was off to college, but my mind was still racing from the events of the previous night. 

I knew with utmost certainty that the secret & lustful relationship between my mom and Sir Suresh was over for good. In the morning my mom even deleted Sir Suresh's phone number.

And I noticed something strange, my mom was all of a sudden evidently radiant and cheerful. I presume this cheerfulness arose from the fact that she will no longer be in an illegal relationship with a man who is not her husband.

Somehow, she felt that she will no longer be doing a sin of cheating on my dad. This is a new start for her. She will return to her normal life of religious activities and piousness.

Furthermore, she seemed quite joyous because she will no longer experience tense & nervous moments of lying to my dad, she will no longer hide anything. She wanted a clean start, to flush away the past and flourish to a new woman.

At schoool, I was eager to talk to Rahul and share with him what I witnessed between his mom Jaya and Sir Arjun that night.

The hours at schoool dragged on painfully, each tick of the clock reminding me that I needed to speak with Rahul. 

I was not even paying attention, my mind just kept remembering how my mom was now free with my dad. Away from her cheating past.

Finally, the college day ended, and I rushed out into the afternoon sun, scanning the crowded playground for Rahul. Spotting him near the gym, I jogged over. 

I missed Rahul ever since he was grounded by his mom Jaya.

"Hey, Rahul!" I called out, breathless with excitement. 

He turned, his easy smile lighting up his face. “What’s up? You look like you’ve seen a ghost!" 

"I miss you kiddo", I said.

"Me too", he replied, "How have you been?"

"I am fine, a lot has happened the last few days. By the way, your mom told me she grounded you and sent you to live with your grandpa for a few days. What did you do?", I asked him.

"Well, you know", he started, "my mom grounded me because at night she caught me a one time, at night, when I wasn't asleep.", he said.

"Ahaa?", I encouraged him to speak more.

"You know, as always, I wanted to see her being fucked by Arjun but every time, she ensured that I locked my door before I sleep but this time I accidentally, knocked the chair nearby as I watching them and she knew I was awake"

"Ooh! You are one naughty boy, well I have something to tell you about it too"

"What tell me what is it about", he was curious.

I hesitated for a moment, gathering my thoughts. “It’s about the other night, you know I spent the night at your home . And I witnessed the fucking session between your mom with Sir Arjun.”

He raised an eyebrow, looking skeptical. “What? Really? How? When....oooh noo, What about it? And how do you know Sir Arjun”

“I know everything Rahul, I know he is your dad's boss, his full name is Sir Arjun Kapoor. I saw him. I saw him fucking your mom in the ass at night while she was trying not to scream”

Rahul opened his mouth wide with awe, a hint of disbelief in his expression. “Wait, really? Are you serious?”

I nodded earnestly, desperate to get through to him. “I am! Have you ever noticed him doing that? It’s like he was trying to make her scream so loudly, he was really fucking her asshole so hard”

He shifted slightly, his skepticism evident. “I’ve never seen anything like that. I saw him fucking her ass but not in a hard way. Are you sure you’re not imagining things?"

“Think, Rahul! Have you ever noticed him fucking your mom's big ass to the point that your mom accidentally shitted on his dick. It was like…gross and smelly” 

I struggled to articulate the strangeness of the moment. “Like he was controlling her somehow. Making her...like a whore...calling her names like bitch, slut and dick-sucker”

Rahul furrowed his brow, clearly deep in thought. “Woow I have never seen her shitting during anal fuck with Sir Arjun but you are lucky. Maybe he was just demonstrating something to her showing her how he wants it?”

I shook my head, frustration bubbling up. “No, it wasn’t that! I swear. It was intense. He wasn’t just showing her how he wanted to fuck her ass, he was ruthless with her, the whole house smelt of aunty Jaya's shit”

“Still… that sounds pretty gross,” Rahul replied, scratching his head. "I know she loves Sir Arjun more than my dad. But for now I am just angry with mom for not allowing me to come back home,"

He continued, "...can you imagine being grounded for two weeks..ooh damn it"

“Look, I just want you to think about it,” I insisted. “You just have to wait until she is pleased because now she feels that you might know her secret meetings with Arjun Sir that's why she grounded you”

Before I could finish, he waved his hands dismissively. “Okay, okay! I’ll think about it. Just promise me you’re not going to tell my mom that I used to see her fucking secretly with Arjun sir”

"No cmon, are you stupid? How can I say that?", I replied.

With that, Rahul seemed to let it go, and his expression shifted. “Hey, speaking of which, I want you to meet someone after schoool for the first time”

“Who?” I asked, curious.

“My girlfriend. She will wait for me across the street later”

Friends, Rahul always told me that he had a girlfriend but ever since, I never knew how his girlfriend looked like. Often, we used to leave schoool and he would go to a corner and wait for his girlfriend.

But I never bothered to know how she looked because I myself, didn't have a girlfriend although I had some crushes on other girls. But today, I was suddenly eager to see his girlfriend.

So we went to our respective homes and we changed, I found dad and mom at home I greeted them and I quicky changed to my home clothes and I went back and me and Rahul went to the nearby street.

Anticipation bubbled within me. When we reached the secluded spot at the corner of the street, I saw her waiting. This girl was amazing in sight.

Friends, Rahul's girlfriend was beautiful, with long, dark hair cascading down her back and striking features. 

Her bright eyes sparkled with energy, and she had an infectious smile that lit up the cloudy evening. She wore a fitted top and grey dress that were stylish yet casual, accentuating her curves.

Honestly, I was mesmerized. My heart raced as I took her in. I couldn't believe Rahul got won this girl all for himself.

“Hey, Priya!” Rahul greeted her warmly, wrapping his arm around her waist giving her a kiss on her lips. “I want you to meet my friend.”

Priya turned, her smile widening, and I felt my mouth go dry. Her smile almost blew my mind away like a tornado. It almost felt like I was witnessing an angel here on earth but with sobber eyes.

“Hi! You must be the friend Rahul told me about.” she talked. Her voice sounding like that of Cinderella, so soft and high pitched. If she sang lullaby with that voice to me at that time, I would certainly fall asleep.

“Uh, yeah. Hi! I’m… I’m just, uh, really happy to meet you,” I stammered, unable to look away.

“Nice to meet you too!” she chimed, and I couldn’t help but notice her voice had a melodic quality to it.

"How did you get to know such a cutie", I asked Rahul

"Well", he started while glancing at her smiling, "I met her one day inside a mall and as always, since I am brave enough, I approached her and the rest is history"

I kept looking at Priya and she was smiling like a queen.

"So, what have you been doing lately Rajeev?" Rahul asked, clearly trying to keep the conversation going.

“I guess just being me as always.” I replied, still distracted by Priya’s presence. “What about you? How do you like it here Priya?”



“It’s great! I love the community, I am here with my dad. My mom lives in Uttar” she said, glancing at Rahul with a bright smile. “I love hanging out with my friends. I am beginning to love Pune"

“You should come to our next get-together,” Rahul added looking at me. “We’re planning some fun activities—”

“Yes definitely, Hey...ummm...Actually,” I interrupted, desperate to know more, “I remembered something? Sir Arjun has a daughter named Priya too. Are you…?”

Her eyes twinkled with recognition. “Yes! That’s me. Good guess!”

My heart skipped a beat. This was the same Priya Sir Arjun had mentioned to me as someone he would love for me to date and fuck. And here she was—Rahul’s girlfriend. I didn't believe it.

Arjun Sir wanted me to date his daughter and fuck her the same way he fucked Rahul's mother, aunty Jaya.

She looked quite the same as the pictures Sir Arjun showed me of her.

“Wait, how do you know Sir Arjun?” Rahul asked, tilting his head curiously.

Caught off guard, I fumbled for the right words. “Um, I just… saw him when I was at the reception. A couple of weeks ago”

“Really? That’s interesting!” Rahul chimed in, looking puzzled. “You weren’t sneaking around, were you heheheh?”

“No, no! Nothing like that,” I replied quickly, trying to hide my nervousness. “Just saw him while I was waiting for something.”

As they talked, my mind was racing. I started to lust for Priya all of a sudden and it was just the first day I saw her. I knew I shouldn’t be feeling this way; the reality was that she was Rahul's girlfriend, my best friend. 

But the thought kept running in my head, this Priya is....is..so sexy...I must....do something. The chemistry, the connection, whatever it was—I could feel it. I wanted Priya on my own.

Her father, Sir Arjun was right, his daughter is perfect for me. His daughter should be with me, not with Rahul.

I started feeling jealous of Rahul. I wanted to take his girlfriend. I didn't care if he was my friend or not. I just wanted his girlfriend Priya all on my own.

I don't know why I started feeling like this but I was sure that I didn't want the best for Rahul. I didn't want him to enjoy with Priya, I wanted to take away the girl he truly loves.

As Rahul and Priya stood in front of me, I was keen to know more about the girl who had captured my attention. “Hey, where do you live, Priya?” I asked, hoping to learn more.

“Oh, I live just a couple of kilometers away, near the park,” she replied, smiling.

“Really? That’s not far at all. It's actually closer to our home” I exclaimed, feeling excited at the thought.

“Yeah, but I’m grounded for two months, so I won’t get to see my hot Priya,” Rahul said dramatically, a playful glint in his eye.

Priya laughed. “You’ll survive! Plus, we can always text, right?”

“Sure, but it’s not the same,” he replied, rolling his eyes. “No late-night kisses for me.”

As Rahul said this, I started getting jealous of him. I couldn't stand him kissing Priya those late nights. I don't know where this jealous came from but I started coveting his girlfriend.

I wanted Rahul to go away at this moment so that I can seduce and kiss his girlfriend instead of him kissing her.

“Don’t worry, Rahul. You’ll be fine. Just think of all the fun stuff you can catch up on at home,” I reassured him, though my mind raced with thoughts of me fucking Priya while this imbecilic Rahul was away.

“What class are you in, Priya?” I asked, eager to keep the conversation focused on her. I wanted her to talk to me more that's why I asked her questions so that she can look at me more.

I didn't want her to talk to Rahul. I wanted her to focus on me. I was going crazy and it's just the first time I am meeting her. I wanted her to look at me so that I can make her think about me and not Rahul.

“Oh, I’m in the class next to yours,” she said enthusiastically. “We even share break times!”

“That’s awesome! You should introduce me to your friends sometime,” I suggested, trying to sound casual. Friends, I was licking my lips as I was talking to her.

I was actually copying what Sir Arjun did to my mom that day when I introduced him to her for the first time. Sir Arjun was licking his lips when he was talking to my mom as a sign of flirtation.

And now, I am licking my lips as I looked at Priya. But she just looked away. I knew she knew very well that I was licking my lips because I was lusting for her.

Oohh this was so hot! Flirting with another man's girlfriend or wife is such a hot feeling.

“You’d love my friends; they’re hilarious!” Priya replied, a sparkle in her eyes.

Suddenly, Rahul leaned in and kissed Priya softly on the lips. A wave of jealousy washed over me. Inside, I wished more than anything that Rahul would disappear so I could have a chance with Priya.

She giggled, blushing, “Relax! Rahul, you are so sudden.”

"I just miss your sexy lips baby", this bastard Rahul replied to her. At this moment, I started feeling so jealous at Rahul. I never envied him but today, I wanted what he had all for myself.

I did not care if he was my best friend or not. I just wanted to ruin his relationship with Priya. I actually wanted them to break up right at that moment.

I hoped to see him heartbroken and leave Priya so that I can take Priya, this beautiful hot girl.

“Yeah, well, save some kisses for later! She is all yours” I joked (but anger still with me) but couldn’t shake the feeling of longing. 

“Are you going to be my new friend, even with this guy around?” Priya teased, nudging Rahul playfully.

“Absolutely!” I said, determined to be closer to her. In my head I said to myself "Yes I can also be your fuck mate, not only  a friend, I will fuck you when this bastard Rahul is not around"

As they chatted together, I knew this was just the beginning of a complicated situation. I was set on finding a way to break through Rahul's hold and show Priya that I could be more than just a friend.


I planned on my mind that once this foolish Rahul goes to his grandpa's place, I will seduce Priya and I will show her that I am the best person to be with. Then I will ensure that she hates Rahul.

I must do something. I made up my mind. Friendship with Rahul was not important for me, the most important thing for me is winning Priya.

And I know I will succeed because her father, Sir Arjun, assured me that he will make Priya be my girlfriend.

I knew that me and Sir Arjun had one thing in common and that is that we are lusting for other peoples girlfriend and wives respectively.

Rahul sensed my distraction. “Hey, are you okay?”

I jolted back to the moment. “Oh, yes, I just… never mind.”

“Alright then,” he said, shrugging it off, completely oblivious to my lingering gaze on Priya.

Rahul then turned to Priya, “Let's take a walk baby, okay?” 

“Sure!” she replied enthusiastically, seeming to enjoy the idea.

“Okay, I’ll catch up with you later,” I said, feeling a strange sense of emptiness and envy as they started to walk away. I frowned as they walked away clearly feeling angry that Rahul is touching her.

As they walked off, something caught my eye. Priya glanced back at me, offering a smile and a wave of her hand. 

Surprised by this, I found myself smiling back and I waved back. NO matter how much of a friend Rahul was, the connection I felt with Priya was undeniable. 

Lusting for Priya, my friend's girlfriend, feels so good, like tasting a forbidden fruit that’s sweeter because it’s not mine to have. 

There’s a thrill in the secrecy, in the knowledge that every glance she gave me, is a stolen moment and showed that me and Priya were meant for each other.

I will never allow Priya to be with Rahul, even if he is my friend. It is better for me to end friendship with Rahul but I will get Priya.

I don't know why but things between me and him started changing. I felt like I was no longer his friend, but I pretended to be his friend while in reality I wanted to take his girlfriend.

But from now on, I will do everything so that him and Priya are not together and Priya's father, Sir Arjun will help me do it. I don't care about Rahul anymore.

When she waved at me for 5 seconds, she turned and continued walking with this bastard Rahul.

In that moment, I couldn’t help but admire Priya fleshy ass as she walked away. Her ass was so firm, soft and cute. I then quickly remembered what Sir Arjun told me.

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I remembered that he said that I can do whatever with Priya's body, her pussy, her mouth and this perfect ass that she has. 

Maybe I can fuck all her asshole to so that she can shit on my dick similar to how Arjun Sir did to Rahul's mom, aunty Jaya.

The way she carried herself, her soft hair flowing in the breeze, her laughter ringing sweetly in the air—it drew me in completely. Priya was mine, not for this stupid Rahul.

Sir Arjun, Priya's  father, was a master of temptation, a man who thrived in the shadows of forbidden desires. He taught me to lust for what was never meant to be mine—to see beauty in my friend's girlfriend. 

He spoke of the thrill, the power, the unspoken victory in claiming other person's girlfriend or wife. “You should be like me,” Sir Arjun told me yesterday, with a sly smile, his eyes alight with mischief. 

“Taking another man's wife or girlfriend is very good, life is short, don't waste time”, his words ringing in my head as I remembered them.

At first, his words felt like a spark, igniting something restless like lust and wild within me. 

But over time, I realized he wasn’t just teaching me how to sin; he was molding me in his image, shaping me into a mirror.

I found myself following Sir Arjun's words, I started behaving like him and I was liking it very much. It felt so good to lust for my friend's girlfriend.


Later that evening, the weight of the day's events finally began to cross my brain. Entering the house, the familiar scent of home – my mother's cooking – eased my mind.

"Dad, how are you feeling?" I asked, giving him a hug.

"Much better, son," he replied, his voice still a little weak but infused with a returning energy. "The doctor said I can return if I feel discomfort, but I'm fine now." His smile was genuine, a comforting reassurance.

My mother was in the kitchen, humming softly as she stirred something on the stove. 

She was wearing a flowing, slightly revealing white pajamas with red dots, her fat ass was visible – a stark contrast to her usual attire.

She came out of the kitchen bringing tea to my dad and I was watching her fat ass jiggle. Friends, my mom's fat ass became more and more softer and fat.

I think this is because Sir Suresh fucked my mom's ass once that is why after anal sex her ass became magnificent. I also heard that if women are fucked in the ass, their assess became softer and big.




My dad until today, after like a month, still doesn't know that the fat ass of his wife is looking so marvelous because Sir Suresh, his colleague, fucked mom in the ass.

And I felt sorry for my dad because he has never fucked my mom in the ass since he married her. But another man came out of nohere and did it for him

But mom wearing that white pajamas it felt like a deliberate attempt to seduce my father. I knew what was going to happen after dinner, that they would be fucking each other after not seeing each other for long. 

I silently told myself that I will not watch them fucking because I had to think about Priya, Rahul's girlfriend. She was really in my head although she is my friend's girlfriend.

Later, as promised during his hospital stay, my father and I settled in for a marathon video game session. The house filled with the loud sounds of our laughter and playful rivalry, a familiar soundtrack to our bond. 

It felt so good for my family to return to normal, if only for the moment. The loud sounds of our game eventually interrupted the peace of my mom in the kitchen.

"“Hey, you two! Can you calm it down a little? I’m trying to cook here!" my mother called out, her voice tinged with amusement, but there was also a warmth, a touch of happiness in her tone that struck me. 

It was the happy sound of a family settling back into its rhythms.

Mom seemed genuinely happy, happy because she left her cheating life even though she knew she was guilty, and I could tell she was enjoying the moment. 

She kept stealing glances at Dad, winking playfully, and he responded with his own wink. That little exchange made me smile; it felt good knowing that our family dynamic was rekindling.

Mom and dad's love bonding was begining to catch up.

Despite my mom and dad's happiness, though, a different image burned in my mind. Priya. Her image, hot and vivid, danced before my eyes, a consuming distraction. Her boobs, her sexy firm ass, her intoxicating eyes. Ooh Priya, Priya! 

Aaaahh! Priya, the girlfriend of my foolish friend Rahul!

A feeling of intense longing filled me. Rahul, her boyfriend, remained grounded; I knew I will get a chance with Priya. I had a feeling that soon enough, the path would be clear for me to finally act.

That night, while I lay in my bedroom, I started rubbing my dick thinking of Priya's sexy boobs. Her boobs were really magnificent. I rubbed dick with my hand, savoring the anticipation, the thrill of fucking Priya's boobs.



"Ohh Priya," I whispered, my voice low and filled with yearning. "I would love to hold your arms… feel your skin against mine… I want to kiss you… everywhere… I want to suck your pussy and your tight unused asshole” 

"Aahhh Priya, come to me baby,,, ooh Priya suck my dick... let me push it in your pussy...aaahh Priya your pussy feels good, aaah Priya spread your legs wide, aahah Priya I am fucking your good pussy aahhh yess yess,, scream for me Priya"

I was clearly day dreaming, or let's call it, night dreaming since it was at night.

"Scream my name, tell me that you want my dick inside your pussy. Aahh Priya I know my foolish friend Rahul has not fucked you....Aaah Priya I am going to fuck you for the first time baby aaahhh"


I kept on saying this as I masturbated while my dad kept fucking mom their master bedroom. "Aaahh Priya tell me you want my dick and you love me more that Rahul....Oohh Priya, you are my queen,...aooohh your pussy is wonderful Priya"


Then I cummed all over the bed, my hands full of sperm. I didn't even bother to go clean up. 

I just slept like that with my hands wet with cum. I slept like that similar to how Arjun Sir slept without washing his dick that was dirty with aunty Jaya's shit.

Friends, I was clearly following the path of Arjun Sir. He was becoming my role model and I was copying him.


The next morning brought a sudden change. Dad got a call that he had to fly back to Goa for work. I could see the disappointment on Mom’s face, having just enjoyed a little time together. |

Her reunion with my father was short-lived.

“Don’t worry, it’s only for two weeks,” Dad reassured her, holding her hand gently.

I felt bad for them, but I also knew that once Dad was gone, he will not stay for long. 

As me and mom escorted Dad to the airport, I noticed Mom staring out of the taxi's window, her expression somber. 

Dad squeezed her hand, trying to comfort her, and I could feel the love between them, even if their history was complicated. It was clear that my mom was frustrated by my dad's regular work travels.

As soon as my father's flight departed, a familiar car horn blared behind us, cutting through the somber atmosphere. I turned, to check and my heart leaping into my throat; it was  Sir Arjun's car.

"Hey Rajeev!" he called out, his voice sounding overly cheerful. I felt an involuntary wave of excitement; this man had an aura of power.

"Mom, look, it's Arjun sir!" I said, my voice betraying my thrill.

"Rahul," my mother sighed, her voice weary, "please just ignore him. I'm not in the mood." But I couldn’t. I couldn't ignore the unexpected arrival of this powerful, enigmatic man. 

Arjun's Rolls Royce pulled up beside ours, the window rolling down, revealing his intense gaze. Arjun Sir was ugly but at least the Rolls Royce he drove made him appear temporarily handsome, hehehehe!

"C’mon, Mom, he’s just saying hi! He wants to give us a lift mom" I pressed, wanting my mom to greet him.

Arjun waited for a response, and I couldn’t help but feel the weight of the moment. "Sunita," Arjun greeted, his voice smooth as silk. "What a… unexpected encounter."

My mother, still visibly upset, pulled my hand, attempting to hurry past. "Rahul, let's go. We don't have time for pleasantries."


"But Mom," I insisted, refusing to go. "Arjun sir offered us a ride home. It's quite a distance, and it'll be much more comfortable than a bus. Please, Mom, just say hello."

She sighed, her annoyance evident. "Arjun, it’s… really not a good time. I appreciate the offer, but we’re fine." Her tone was clipped, her words conveying a clear disinterest.

Arjun’s smile didn’t falter. "Don't be like that, Sunita. A little courtesy won’t hurt. Let me at least give you both a lift. It's the least I can do after you escorted your husband to the airport."


I was shocked! How did he know that my me and my mom escorted my father to the airport to travel? My mom asked him, "What? How did you know my husband travelled? Were you following us?"

"Oohh c'mon Sunita, I just saw you and Rajeev waving goodbye to him", Arjun Sir replied. But my mom didn't look convinced. She knew that somehow Arjun Sir was stalking her.

"It's hot outside here in Pune, and frankly, a Rolls Royce is a much better alternative to a bus. I have a air conditioner inside, you will love it Sunita" He paused, letting his words sink in.

"Mom, please," I pressed, my tone playful but insistent. "Just let us have a ride in his fancy car. I've never been in a Rolls Royce before!" 

"Honestly, Rajeev, I’m not in the mood," my mother protested. Her voice was strained, indicating both her annoyance at my insistence.

Arjun leaned closer from his car, his gaze lingering on my mother's sexy eyes, adding a touch of flirtatious charm. He was also admiring her curvy features.






"Sunita, don’t be so hasty. Think of it as a small gesture of friendship. Consider it a form of gratitude after your support. Let me show you my gratitude in this way." 

His words were designed to be both alluring and appealing. "A beautiful woman like you shouldn't walk in this hot sun, you deserve better"


"Mom please, just this one ride mom please", I continued pressing hoping she would accept. 

Finally, with a weary sigh and a look of resignation, she conceded. "Fine," she muttered, more to herself than to Arjun. 

"Yeeeiiii", I screamed and I saw Arjun Sir smiling while looking at mom.

"Thank you Sunita, you will enjoy this ride", he said while he was staring at my mom and licking his lips looking at her from top to bottom.

I quickly enter the back of the Rolls Royce, sitting down. Mom hesitates, knowing she doesn’t want to sit in the front with Sir Arjun. 

I knew she wouldn't sit in front wit Arjun Sir so that why I locked both doors at the back of the car to make her sit with Arjun Sir in front. Friends, I really wanted my mom to interact with him.

Mom: "Rajeev, open the door, please. I can’t sit in front."

Me: (playfully refusing) "No way! It’s a good spot back here, all to myself!"

Mom: (getting annoyed) "Arjun, if you don’t open the door, we’ll just take a bus!"

Me: (still playful) "But buses are so slow, Mom! This is way cooler!"

Arjun, however, still inside the car, smoothly preventing a further escalation said, "Sunita," he said gently. "There's plenty of room in the front. Truly. I insist. The front sit is way more better. You don't have to avoid me"

My mother hesitated, then glanced at me before looking at Arjun with a look of annoyance. The situation was now unavoidable. I knew she will sit in front with Arjun Sir

Friends, it seemed as if my mom was annoyed because she wanted to start a fresh after she cheated my dad but this man Arjun Sir, is now already in lust for my mom.

That is what my mom was annoyed about. She didn't want anyone to flirt with her because she wanted to be with my dad even if she cheated several times with Sir Suresh, who by now left her.

Arjun, with a charming smile, executed a perfect gentlemanly move. He got out of the car, went to the other side, opened the passenger door, and with a hand resting lightly on the car door, he gestured for her to enter.

"Please, Sunita," he said softly, his voice a gentle persuasion. "Let me at least show you some basic courtesy and gratitude for your kindness today.”

He placed his hands on her shoulder. I was excited to see his first touch on my mom's skin.

My mother, exasperated but clearly defeated, shrugged his hand off gently and slid into the front passenger seat. 

Mom: "Alright, alright. I’m going in!"

As my mom bent to enter the car, her big ass was so much accentuated, it looked so big when she bent.

Arjun stared at her fat ass and he licked his lips naughtily before entering the driver's side. I even saw for a second that he had a boner over his trouser.

A smile lingered on his lips; he had accomplished his goal.

"Rahul," my mother said, as she sat in the front seat, trying to maintain her annoyed tone. "You're going to get it when we get home. I will scold you." I knew it was her usual pretense of anger and I just laughed.

Me: (laughing) "Oh, come on Mom! You will totally enjoy it!


As Arjun entered the car, he winked at me in the rearview mirror, to which I returned the gesture. Our unspoken agreement shimmered in the air, a subtle compact between us.

My mom on the other hand just kept looking away and gazed at the window, she didn't want to look or talk to Arjun. Then he started driving...................

[nadia]

This is the best story so far in this forum. It is well articulated and detailed. Can't wait for the next episode. Salivating!!!

yes stay tuned! More is on the way!

[nadia]

Bro, is it really true story???

Add some real photos also to make story spicy

Yes, guaranteed 100% true story. The only part that is not true is that part where I witnessed Arjun Sir fucking Jaya. I made that part up to make it interesting. But the rest is true.

And the photos of my mom are real. No bullshit!

[nadia]

No update tonight, bro? Please confirm..

Today! Coming up!

[nadia]

((Before I start this section, I actually got to find out that the reason why Sir Suresh left my mom without any explanation was because he was given that order to leave my mom by Arjun Sir.

This was because Arjun Sir was also interested in my mom. So he was angry that Sir Suresh had an association with my mom.

Like I said in the previous narration, that Arjun Sir was actually a senior to Sir Suresh, he is more powerful in position in their organization than Suresh. Very powerful indeed and he could do anything to Sir Suresh.

He threatened Sir Suresh to leave my mom or he will lose his job or even worse.

Therefore, out of fear, Sir Suresh, with his cowardness, decided to flee. Sir Suresh was a coward.))






[[So back to the narration.]]

As the Rolls Royce glided smoothly down the road, I settled back, trying not to laugh at the interaction unfolding in front of me. Sir Arjun turned to my mom, flashing his trademark charming smile, hoping to draw her into conversation.

Sir Arjun: "So, Sunita, what have you been up to lately?"

Mom: "Nothing much."

I chuckled quietly, watching her disinterest in Arjun Sir begin to rise as the conversation like a heavy blanket. Arjun pressed on, undeterred.

Sir Arjun: "Just the usual, then? Any fun outings?"

Mom: "No."

My mom was giving one-word answers because clearly she was not interested to talk to Arjun Sir. She felt like this man will flirt with her. Friends, remember that my mom wanted a good start. 

She wanted to be once more a good wife to my dad although she cheated with Sir Suresh. But now she doesn't want to get involved in other flirtations with Arjun sir no wonder she was avoiding him at any cost.

She wanted to remain loyal to my dad and forget about the sins of adultery she committed behind my dad's back in the previous weeks.

My laughter began to build as I saw Arjun's face shift to be intrigued by my mom. As he shifted gears, I noticed him glide his gaze over my mom, taking in her elegant appearance. 

Arjun Sir was staring at my mom's thick thighs that expanded when she sat down, a lingering look at her cascading hair, and a quick admiration of her figure and her luscious lips. I squirmed in my seat, sensing a wave of tension.



My mom was not noticing that Arjun Sir was eating her with his eyes because she was looking outside of the window. She didn't want to look at the side of Arjun Sir.

I caught a glimpse of his tongue darting out slightly—a sign of desire that was unmistakable. 

My mom couldn't believe the sudden turn her day had taken. Just hours after saying goodbye to my dad, here she was, riding in the Rolls Royce of a man who seemed intent on flirting with her.

Sir Arjun: "You know, I’ve got a lovely place a little further ahead. Would you both care to join me? It would be nice to relax for a bit."

Mom: (firmly) "No, thank you."

Before she could escape from the conversation, I jumped in, eager to help Sir Arjun’s cause. 

Me: "Chalo, Mom! Ye sirf ek daura hai! Maza bhi aa sakta hai!" (Come on, Mom! It’s just a visit! It could be fun!)

Mom: (bhaayen uthakar aur mujhe phusphusate hue) "Rajeev, chup raho. Main uske ghar nahi jaana chahti." (Rajeev, be quiet. I don’t want to go to his house.)

Sir Arjun: (thoda jhukkar, manaate hue) "Lekin, Sunita, ise ek avsar ke roop mein socho! Tum Priya, meri beti, se bhi mil sakti ho. Kitne samay se humare yahan company nahi hui."
(But, Sunita, think of it as an opportunity! You could even meet Priya, my daughter. It’s been ages since we had company.)

Mom: (ek saans lete hue) "Theek hai, mujhe lagta hai, par main zyada der nahi rukungi." (Fine, I guess, but I won’t stay for long.)

Sir Arjun: "Shandar! Main vada karta hoon ki yeh tumhara samay safal banayega. Priya tum dono se milkar khush hogi, hai na Rajeev?" (Great! I promise it’ll be worth your time. Priya will be thrilled to meet you two, right Rajeev?)

Me: "Haan, Uncle!" (Yes, Uncle!)


As we drove closer to his mansion, I felt a thrill course through me. Priya, my friend Rahul's girlfriend, would be there! I was determined to make the most of this unexpected opportunity.

I knew since the bastard Rahul is grounded by his mom, this will be an opportunity for me to seduce Priya all alone, just me and her. I will make sure that Priya hates Rahul and she only loves me.

I am so jealous of Rahul, I will make sure I hurt him by taking his girlfriend. I don't want this bitch Rahul to be successful than me by having such a beautiful girlfriend.

I want all. I am greedy, I want him not to be successful. I want him to cry on his bed one day when Priya fully becomes my girlfriend.


We finally reached Arjun Sir's house, a grand mansion that stood regal amidst immaculate landscaping. It was adorned with intricate designs and every luxury imaginable. I pointed excitedly at the exterior.

This man was surely rich!

Me: "Mom, look at how rich this place is! Can you believe it?"

Mom: (dismissively) "It’s just a house, Rajeev."

Sir Arjun stepped out first, his demeanor transforming into that of a true gentleman. He approached my mom’s door and opened it with a flourish.

Sir Arjun: "After you, Sunita. Welcome to my humble mansion."

The door swung open, and as we stepped out, I spotted Priya approaching the front gate. She was stunning, her long hair flowing and her eyes sparkling with enthusiasm. My heart raced at the thought of finally being close to her.

Sir Arjun: "Priya! Come here, I’d like you to meet someone."

Priya: "Yes dad, sure!"

As Priya approached, I couldn’t help but feel a rush of excitement. Sir Arjun cleared his throat, proudly gesturing to my mom.

Sir Arjun: "Priya, this is Sunita, Rajeev’s mother."

Priya smiled warmly, her beauty radiating. 

Priya: "Aunty Sunita, aapse milkar achha laga!" (Nice to meet you, Aunty Sunita!)

Then she turned to me, her demeanor shifting slightly.

Sir Arjun: "Aur yeh Rajeev hai, yeh Sunita ka beta hai." (And this is Rajeev, he is Sunita's son.)

Priya: (sar ko halka jhuka kar muskurate hue) "Oh, main Rajeev ko pehle se jaanti hoon." (Oh, I already know Rajeev.)

Sir Arjun: "Tum jaanti ho? Kaise?" (You do? How is that?)

Priya: (grinning) "We’ve been at the same college but didn't really notice him. Although he’s quite the social butterfly!"

I could feel the butterflies brewing inside me as I caught her gaze, determined to make the most of the evening ahead.


Arjun Sir ushered us into his home, his gaze lingering pointedly on my mother’s boobs as we entered. This man was really eating my mom using his eyes and I don't know why I am loving it.

Priya, however, offered me a quick, almost nice smile as she moved ahead, and as she walked away, 

I found myself staring at her sexy ass, unable to tear my gaze away from the way her cotton trouser gripped onto that fantastic ass of hers.



"Make yourselves comfortable," Arjun said, his voice a warm invitation, though his eyes never left my mother. "Rajeev, Sunita, please, have a seat." He gestured to a lavish sofa, settling himself next to my mother.

But mom woke up immediately and sat opposite to him. She didn't want to sit with him. Arjun Sir noticed it and he smiled at my mom in a flirty way.

The house was stunning. My mother, despite her earlier not wanting to talk to Arjun Sir, was clearly mesmerized by the beauty of the house. 

Her eyes scanned the exquisite decor, taking in the detail of every object, her expression a mixture of awe and quiet fascination. 

She examined every corner of the opulent room, her eyes widening at the sight of the priceless artwork, the antique furniture, the sheer opulence of the surroundings.

Arjun Sir - "You like it Sunita?"

Mom: - "It's quite a decorated house"

"Priya, darling," Arjun Sir called out, his voice smooth. "Could you please bring us some tea and some snacks? Rajeev and Sunita must be tired."

"Certainly, Dad," Priya replied, her voice clear and polite, before heading towards the kitchen.

"I'll help her," I offered quickly, I gave Arjun sir a wink and he winked back and this means that me and him were in a deal that he would seduce my mom and I will seduce his daughter Priya.

In the kitchen, I leaned against the counter, watching Priya work. Staring at her chest, she wore a lose t-shirt which showed her nipples poking out. 

I knew very well that she was not wearing any bra because of her nipples poking out.

And my gaze went from her chest, neck, waist and finally landed on her firm ass. Friends, Priya's ass was so good to look at. I am very much aware that she didn't have anal sex.

I am sure that my foolish friend, Rahul, didn't fuck Priya in the ass or in her pussy. In fact, Priya never had sex with Rahul and was happy because I will be the first one to fuck her.

"Need a hand?" I asked, trying to sound casual.

"Oh, that's alright, thank you," she replied, her attention focused on arranging the snacks on a platter.

"I insist," I said, moving closer. "What can I do?"

"Hmm, maybe you could help me with the tea?" she responded. Her sound was melodic.


"Okay, great!" I offered, trying to initiate conversation. "So, uh, how's my stupid Rahul?" I asked cautiously, and it was clear I was nervous. "Have you talked to him lately since he went back to his grandpa's home?"

She paused, her expression turning slightly pensive. "He's… fine. We haven't talked much. He's grounded, though. He made a bit of a mess of things which he never told me about."

"Oh, really? What happened?" I asked even though I knew the reason why Rahul was grounded

"It's a long story," she said, a slight blush creeping onto her cheeks.

I ignored her attempts to deflect my questions. “You know, you’re really… beautiful, Priya,” I said, blurting it out before I could stop myself. "Since that day Rahul introduced me to you, I was just thinking about you"

I was bold and straightforward with her.

She froze, her hands stilled mid-task. Silence hung heavy in the air. Sensing her nervousness, I moved to stand behind her, my breath gently warming the back of her neck. 

I watched her sexy ass from the back. I knew she could feel me behind her but for some reason she was quiet.

The scent of her hair was intoxicating. She seemed to feel my presence more than she heard my words. Friends, the scent of your friend's girlfriend is so good.

"Oh, uh… thanks," she murmured, her voice barely audible. She visibly stiffened, trying to create distance. "Your mom and my father are waiting for us." She abruptly changed the subject, attempting to break free from the tension.

The four of us gathered in the sitting room for tea and snacks. Arjun Sir continued to talk to us with stories about his family, but I was barely listening. 

My gaze was fixed on Priya's nipples, who seemed to be doing her best to avoid my gaze. She barely touched her food. Her beauty fueled my burning desire; she was clearly still focused on her phone. 


The fact that Priya was Rahul's girlfriend made me angry. I desperately wanted to make her forget Rahul, to make her see me.

"Priya," Arjun Sir remarked during a lull in the conversation, "is a rather accomplished reader, you know. She’s working on finishing reading one of her favorite books."

“Oh, really?” I said, trying to appear interested, though my attention remained fixed on Priya. “What’s it about?”

"That's nice of your Priya,", my mom also added.

"Thank you aunty Sunita", Priya directly replied to my mom, not to me.

Priya gave a slight shrug, avoiding any deeper conversation especially with me. “It’s… nothing special,” she replied.

“Priya has quite the library of books in her room," Arjun Sir continued. “Priya, why don't you two go have a look? I'm sure she'd love to show you some of her favorites.” 

Arjun Sir winked at me. I knew the meaning of that wink. It was like he was telling me "Rajeev, go and seduce your friend's girlfriend in her room and enjoy yourself while I seduce your mom"

Priya agreed, and together we rose from the sofa. Another wink from Arjun Sir; our agreement was sealed.

As I followed Priya from the room, I saw my mother’s expression, a mixture of slight suspicion and barely concealed annoyance at being left alone with Arjun Sir. I ignored it. My focus was on the prize.

"Don't disturb Priya", my mom said

"No I won't mom", I replied.

The prize that I want to take from Rahul, his girlfriend. I have never thought that I will one day plan to seduce and fuck my best friend's girlfriend, but today, I don't care about friendship.

All I care about is Priya, the only prize I want for myself. I am greedy. Fuck Rahul, I don't like him anymore. I don't like him because he is successful than me, he has a good beautiful girlfriend and I don't like that.

Priya moved with a graceful, confident stride. The way her sexy ass moved as she walked; each step a subtle sway, a rhythmical flow that accentuated the curves of her ass. Her youthful energy and vitality were simply stunning.

Her bedroom was every bit as stylish and sophisticated as the rest of the house. 

Light streamed in from the large windows, illuminating the plush carpets and tasteful décor. 



We sat on the edge of her bed, a conversation about books initially forming a comfortable, unthreatening opening. I was enjoying discussion with my friend's girlfriend, in her room. Oohh this is so good.


My eyes, however, constantly drifted down from her face, down the soft curve of her neck, over the graceful curve of her breasts, then down to her waist and thighs. 

The way her dress clung to her curves was almost distracting. It seems that when she is at home, she likes wearing tight fittings maybe because she likes them.

As I continued staring at her body, she asked, "Rajeev, is everything okay?" she asked, tilting her head slightly, a flicker of concern in her eyes.

"Yeah, everything’s great, it's just that you are so glamorous Priya" I responded, my gaze settling on her eyes for a moment. "Oohh...stop it Rajeev", she replied shying.


"It’s just… well, Rahul one day told me you’re a pretty good dancer and you like to twerk."

Her expression changed instantly; a mixture of surprise, and then nervousness. "He… he shouldn't have told you that," she stammered. "I don't do it often, really."

"Oh, I bet you're amazing at it," I purred. "Why don't you show me? Dance for me please Priya"

She looked shocked, almost afraid. "No, I… I can’t, it's not the right time" she whispered.

"C’mon, Priya," I pressed gently, moving closer holding her hands. "Don't be shy. How about a little dance? Just for me?" I leaned in, coaxing her. 

"Show me what you did for Rahul. I want to see what you’re like when you’re completely unrestrained. The dance I haven’t yet had the chance to witness! I feel jealous for Rahul. Just twerk for me a little Priya"

After more insisting, she finally stood up, moving hesitantly at first. She started dancing, her movements shy and unsure, her eyes averted from mine.

"Priya," I said softly. "Relax, let loose. Don't be afraid. Let yourself go. Dance like you do for Rahul. But dance it for me, this time. Just assume that I am not looking”

She hesitated, then slowly began to move more freely, still facing me. "I… I don't know, I feel awkward, I have never danced in front of any boy except Rahul" she murmured, her cheeks flushed.

"Everything has a first time. I am Rahul's friend, just dance for me like a friend. Turn around, Priya," I told, my voice low and seductive. "I want to see your back when you dance. I'm eager to see those curves in motion!"

She turned around, although hesitant, her movements becoming more fluid, more confident as she responded to my words, her body swaying with the music of her own making. 

Her soft ass, her shoulders, hips and thighs, moved with increasing energy and abandonment. They were shaking so hard and jiggling. I could not control myself. My dick was beginning to become hard.





I started imagining dirty stuff like her riding on my dick like that while she shakes her fat ass.

 The movement of her body, her graceful movements, her expressive swaying and all of it fuelled a hunger within me that I could barely contain. 

I was really jealous of Rahul, I hated him for having such a beautiful and fleshy girlfriend.

"Priya," I began, my voice low and smooth, "you're really amazing. I mean, seriously. You're beautiful, you're smart... and you’re incredibly graceful." 

I watched her reaction carefully. A blush warmed her cheeks. She was definitely feeling the heat.

"Thank you," she murmured, avoiding my eyes while she continued dancing.

"But," I continued, said closer, "there’s something I haven't seen yet. Something Rahul probably hasn't seen either. Something that might surprise me more." My voice was deliberate, testing the limits of her comfort zone.

She looked up, her eyes questioning, a mixture of apprehension and curiosity flickering within them.

"What is it?" she whispered, her voice barely audible.

"Priya, I want to see you… truly let loose. I want to see the untamed you. Why don’t you remove your trousers? Dance for me in your shorts. Show me how beautiful you can be when you are completely with me”

She recoiled slightly. "I… I can't," she whispered, her cheeks blazing. "It's… too much Rajeev, I can't."

"Priya, please," I pleaded softly, my voice filled with gentle persuasion. "I won't pressure you, but I'm genuinely fascinated by the thought of seeing you. Just this once, for me. It would make the evening so much more memorable."

She hesitated, her eyes wide, and you could feel the tension in her entire body. She was torn between her reservations and the undeniable attraction she had for Rahul. 

“It’s not exactly appropriate, I feel nervous” she protested.

“Oh, come now,” I coaxed her, my voice dropping lower. “It'll be our for just a second. A moment of uninhibited expression between us. It would mean the world to me.” 

My eyes and tone were meant to be reassuring and understanding rather than demanding. Ooh it felt so good persuading my friend's girlfriend.

She was thinking a lot, her eyes darting to mine, then to the floor. The internal battle was visible. Finally, with a deep breath and a visible internal struggle, she nodded.

"Okay," she breathed. "But just for a little while. And you promise you won't… make me do anything else I'm not comfortable with?"

"No no dear", I replied, lying to her.

The hot tension of ecstasy pulsed through the room, filling the space between us with an infectious energy. 

She started removing her trousers slowly. She was now on her light brown shorts. It held really tight on her sexy ass.

Priya stood in the center, clearly nervous that she is about to dance to a pervert. Yes, I am a pervert who wants to fuck the girlfriend of Rahul. And I am in the bedroom with his girlfriend.

I want to fuck the girlfriend of my best friend who has been with me in tough and good times. But today, I don't care anymore. I want to fuck his girlfriend and take what belongs to him.

I couldn’t help but admire the way she moved, her enthusiasm lighting up the atmosphere.

“Hey, Priya,” I said, teasingly. “Show me that dance! You know the one!” 

She raised an eyebrow, flashing a playful smirk. “Which dance are you talking about?”

“The one where you really let loose and show off those amazing moves,” I prompted, leaning back to give her space. “Come on, turn around for me!”

“Why do you want me to turn around?” she asked, curiosity dancing in her eyes.

“I want to see you move, not just from the front. I know you’ve got some serious talent back there, your nice hips,” I said, my tone light and encouraging.

With a dramatic sigh, she turned around, facing away from me again. “Fine! But only because you asked nicely,” she said with a nervously. 

As she began to twerk, the way she moved her ass mesmerizing. 

The gentle rhythm caused her hips to sway, catching my attention completely. I sat in awe as she lost herself in the dance, her moves fluid and graceful, her sexy thighs jiggled nicely.

“See? You look amazing!” I cheered, feeling the energy in the room heighten. “Just like that! Keep going!”

“Okay, okay,” she said, glancing over her shoulder for approval. “But you have to promise not to laugh at me.”

"No not at all", she started dancing


Her movements were tentative at first, but as she gained confidence, her hips began to shake, jiggling with the weight of her flesh, the rhythm accentuating the curves of her body. 





The sight of her moving like that, the way her hips swayed and jiggled, was intoxicating.

"Bend slightly, Priya," I murmured, unable to contain my excitement. "Let me see you dance very nicely." The feeling of my friend's girlfriend dancing for me, letting herself go, was intensely gratifying.

"I… I can't," she protested, her voice barely a whisper. "My… my shorts is too short."

"Priya," I said, my voice gentle but firm, "just trust me. Let yourself go. This is for you, as much as it is for me. Let yourself be beautiful."

With a deep breath, she slowly bent forward, her back arched, her hips swaying even more freely as she moved. I could see the crevice between her ass and pussy covered in her light blue shorts. 

Actually I saw her pussy curve and made its shape on her shorts.






The motion revealed the gentle curves of her body. The sight of her bending was electrifying, sending a shiver down my spine. I was imagining her bending over and me behind her fucking her pussy.

"Yes, move like that," I encouraged her, my voice a low murmur. "Let it all go. Let your body speak. I love the way your hips move…"

As she danced, I started slowly rubbing my dick over my trouser, the anticipation building within me. I couldn't control my admiration any longer; I stood up, my eyes fixated on her sexy ass dancing.

She didn't know that I was standing.

As her dance continued, I slowly approached her from behind, my hands reaching out. I gently held her waist. The softness of her skin beneath my touch sent a shiver down my spine.

"Priya," I breathed, my lips brushing her neck. She stiffened, her breathing catching in her throat.

"What… what are you doing?" she whispered, her voice filled with shock. She stopped dancing.

"I can't help myself," I confessed, my voice thick with desire. I rubbed my erect boner against her ass; the soft, smooth skin sent a jolt through me.

I smiled, brushing my chin against her shoulder. "I love you Priya, I can't stand it anymore, I am overwhelmed by our body."

“It’s not right,” she protested, trying to break free, but I tightened my grip, coaxing her to stay. “Rajeev, stop, I am Rahul's girlfriend, have you gone mad?"

“So what? I hate him, I don't like that he is your boyfriend, I want you to be mine” I said, my curiosity piqued as I gently touched her pussy over her short from behind, and she flinched, a soft "ouch" escaping her lips.

“OOhh Rajeev, this aaahhhhh ....sshh this is wrong stop” she said, her voice softening, but the urgency in her tone was palpable.

“But you smiled at me when you were with him yesterday” I countered, leaning in closer as I continued rubbing her pussy. “Doesn’t that mean something?”

Priya hesitated for a moment, her gaze dropping to the floor. “I… I didn’t mean to. Aaahh....I was just showing a friendly gesture”

“Didn’t mean to what?” I pressed gently, watching her eyes dart away. “Didn’t mean to flirt? Or didn’t mean to make me feel something?”

She bit her lip, trying to shift away from the conversation, but the intensity in the moment held her captive. “Please, just stop it. What if Sir Arjun and your mom come in?”

“Don’t worry about them,” I assured her, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. “This moment is ours. You and me. ”

With that, I turned her around to face me, and instinctively. 

Our eyes met, and for a fleeting moment, the noise around us faded away. I searched her gaze, longing and affection mingling with an undercurrent of something unspoken, something deeper.

“I can’t help it, Priya,” I confessed, my voice barely a whisper. “I love you. And honestly, I’ve felt jealous of Rahul for the longest time. He doesn’t deserve you. I hate him. I am the one that is best for you.”

She looked shocked, her pupils dilating as I saw a mix of surprise and emotion flood her face. “You shouldn’t say that… He’s my boyfriend and he is your friend, your best friend, you can't do this Rajeev”

“But my heart can’t lie,” I said, inching closer. “Just look at me.”

As she glanced at me again, something in her expression shifted; she was not happy with what I was saying.

I leaned in, capturing her lips in a kiss as soft as a whisper, yet electric under the weight of lingering feelings we could no longer deny.

I kissed her again, my lips finding the soft curve of her mouth. Her lips were surprisingly full and yielding, their sweetness a captivating surprise. 

She tasted of innocence and a hint of something else, something wild and untamed. 



I didn't believe this was the sweet lips the bastard Rahul tasted. I felt angry for him that he enjoyed this lips. But guess what? I am now with his girlfriend and I am now the one tasting her lips.








As I was kissing Priya, I told myself in my head, "Fuck you Rahul. Even if you were my best friend and you helped me several times. I hate you and I want your girlfriend."

"I will make sure you cry and I will ruin your love life. Priya is going to be mine. I hate you Rahul." 

"I hate that you are successful than me and winning such a beauty like Priya. Rahul, I have always felt jealous of you to the point that I want have turned out to stalk your Priya whom you love the most and now I am about to fuck your prize."

"The prize that you cherished the most, the one thing that you loved the most, your girlfriend Priya. Ooohh yess it really feels good to fuck the girlfriend of the person you hate and the person who is more successful that you."

"Aaahhhh yesssss! Rahul, fuck you. I will wish bad things to happen to you so that I can fuck Priya and take her away from you. Fuck you bitch Rahul"






Priya's hands pushed against my chest, a weak attempt to break free, but the kiss was too intense, too consuming. 

It was a wild, desperate embrace, a tangle of limbs and breathless moans. She was fighting me, but her body betrayed her.

“Priya, just… let go, let me pleasure you baby forget about that idiot Rahul, stop resisting baby” I murmured against her lips, feeling the wildness of the moment consuming us. 

“I can’t!, I love him” she gasped, attempting to break free again, but my arms wrapped tighter around her, holding her sexy juicy ass. “This is wrong! Rajeev please”

Friends, when she said that she loves Rahul, I got more angrier. I didn't want her to love this bastard boy called Rahul. I was jealous of him.








Friends, this was so hot. I was in the house of Arjun Sir, my role model who taught me how to fuck another person's lover, and I am in the bedroom of his daughter, the girlfriend of Rahul, the person I hate.

And Arjun Sir is in the sitting room with my mom. Friends, I don't know what my mom and Arjun Sir were doing. But at this particular moment, I was just concentrated on Rahul's girlfriend.

But deep inside, I knew that something is going on between my mom and Arjun Sir in the sitting room although my mom will really be angry at him and she will not allow him to touch her or anything like that.









“Is it really wrong?” I asked Priya, our foreheads touching as I searched her eyes. “Tell me this doesn’t feel right baby”

The kiss grew more fervent, her resolve melting a little as I lost myself in her. When we finally broke apart, both of us breathless, I asked, "Did you enjoy that?"

“No! move back, move back Rajeev,” she said, her eyes wide and shining with unshed tears, yet her body was still trembling from the intensity of the kiss.

“Then why does it feel like there's something more?” I pressed gently “Wait! This isn’t…” she began, but the slight tremor in her voice hinted at uncertainty rather than conviction.

“Priya, you don’t have to pretend,” I said softly, my heart pounding in my chest as I leaned in closer. "I know you like me"

Ignoring her protest, I scooped her up into my arms, her slight struggle quickly fading as I carried her to the bed. I gently laid her down, my weight settling on top of her.

"What… what are you doing? Hey! stop hey! aarrghhh!" she said, her voice barely audible.

"Just… getting comfortable with you, you want to get comfortable and I know it" I murmured, leaning down to kiss her neck, then slowly trailing kisses down to her breasts which were tender. 

Her breaths hitched with each touch.

She broke away from the kiss, her eyes wide with alarm. "This is wrong," she whispered. "It's cheating."

"No one needs to know," I said, my voice low and persuasive. "That foolish Rahul will never find out. His grandpa is whipping him for indiscipline. Let him cry while we have a good time my love"

“It doesn’t have to mean anything, Priya. Just focus on us. I know you want it and we will both enjoy it"

“Please, this isn’t right,” she said, but her voice wavered, uncertainty lacing her tone. "My dad and your mom might come searching for us"

“Stop worrying, you are not going to regret it baby, I promise,” I reassured her, gently brushing a strand of hair from her face, meeting her eyes filled with a mix of want and worry.

"My love, Priya, I have been thinking about you from yesterday, baby, I need you. Leave that idiot Rahul and be with me. Tell him that you want me", I told her.

Friends, at this time, I was being so greedy. I wanted what Rahul had. Sometimes being so greedy and taking another boy's girlfriend is so good.

In that moment, I knew that this was about more than just physical attraction; it was the connection we made, the electricity that sparked every time we were near each other. 

Instead of pushing further, I leaned in to whisper, "We can take it slow. Just let me show you how special this can be. No rush" As I carefully removed Priya's shorts, I felt her resistance. 

She hesitated for a moment, her fingers brushing against my hand, but I was quick and managed to make her naked form below. When I turned to look, I was captivated at her pussy.



Her pussy looked so fleshy, glinting softly in the light, with a natural texture that framed her face beautifully.

"Why do you shave, Priya?" I asked lightly, curious about her choices. "That idiot Rahul never fucked you, right?"

She blushed and looked away, a shy smile playing on her lips. "It's non of your business... Please don’t look too closely," she replied, her voice almost a whisper.

I encouraged her gently, "Don’t be shy. You should embrace it. Besides, you have nothing to hide. This pussy is a beauty" I wanted her to feel comfortable around me.

"Your boyfriend Rahul is a good for nothing kid, he will never satisfy you as I do.", I told her, disrespecting Rahul.

Sitting beside her, I reached for her pussy with my tongue I had been savoring. “This pussy is so good, mmm” I exclaimed, biting a piece of her pussy. “The flavor is just so refreshing!” 

"Aaahh sshh oooh mmmmmm mmmmmmmh aaaaaahhh, Rajeev please,,,, I can't.... aaaaaaaaaaaahhh"


I continued, savoring the taste, the delicate texture of her pussy against my tongue. She was moaning now, soft, throaty sounds that filled the room. 

The sounds of her pleasure fueled my own. I tasted every curve, every indentation, every tiny hair, eliciting increasingly louder moans and shrieks of pleasure.

"This… this is…" she gasped, her voice breaking. "Stop… please…I can't take it any more, it's so much for me"

"It's amazing, enjoy the feeling baby, I know your pussy is yearning for a good fuck" I whispered, my tongue still tracing the delicate hairs around her navel. "So sweet… so incredibly tasty."

Friends, I didn't believe it. It was a dream come true, I finally got to suck the pussy of my bastard friend Rahul who I hate.


"No! Stop it!" Priya cried out, her voice laced with both pleasure and protest. "Oh God… yes… no… stop…" Her pleas were tangled with moans of ecstasy. The conflicting emotions in her voice only heightened my arousal.

"It tastes like… heaven," I whispered against her skin, my tongue lingering on the sensitive area. "So sweet… so warm… so perfectly you."


"I know that stupid kid named Rahul has never tasted this pussy because you kept this pussy of yours only for me baby, right?", I asked her.

"Aahhh shhhh Rajeev please this is wrong...aahhh"  Priya moaned


"Answer me Priya, you kept this pussy for me only?", I pressed.

"Just.....just stop this aahhhh stop asking me that question", she replied, her breath increasing each moment.




I then rolled Priya onto her stomach, the sight of her butts instantly captivating me. Her buttocks were undeniably full, round, and firm, the flesh jiggling slightly as she shifted. 

The sheer size and fullness of her ass was quite striking; it was a generous, voluptuous curve, the kind that promised ample pleasure.



"What are you intending to do? Don't stare," she mumbled, her voice muffled against the pillow. "It's embarrassing. I mean, really, it's incredibly embarrassing. I've never... well, no one has ever really seen this much of me, and honestly, it makes me feel incredibly self-conscious." Priya said.

"I just... I didn't expect this, and I feel completely exposed Rajeev. Please don't look at my ass that way"

“Why not?” I replied playfully, my eyes sparkling with mischief. “You’re beautiful, and I can’t help but look at you.”

She nestled her face deeper into the pillow, a hint of a smile on her lips, “It’s just… I’m shy.”

"Don't be shy," I said, my voice low and persuasive. "Your ass, is just beautiful. Truly, it is. It's... stunning, actually. And there's a certain beauty in the natural curves of a woman's ass, I used to stare at it every time."

"Priya, every time you walked with that idiot Rahul, I used to look at your ass and I wished I could smell your asshole and even taste it", I said to her as I started spreading her asscheeks.

I leaned closer to her asshole, intending to smell the area between her buttocks. The scent intrigued me; it was a potent mix of sweat and the smell and fragrance of shit.

"Don't do that," she protested, her voice strained. "It's… not meant to be smelled. It's just... dirty. It's private. It's personal. I'm not sure I can even articulate why, but it feels deeply inappropriate." 

"Rajeev please, that hole is something that is deeply sacred to me and I've never... nobody has ever licked my asshole.” Her words were laced with mortification.

"Nonsense," I countered, my voice soft. "It's meant to be licked and smelled. It's a part of you, a beautiful part of you, and it should be celebrated, not hidden away."

"Rahul is the stupid boy I know? He probably didn't smell this asshole of yours. Any boy who doesn't smell and lick a girl's asshole is waste of a boy."

"Priya do you think your asshole is just a hole without any sexual work to be done on it?" 

My words were laced with a touch of possessiveness, designed to unsettle her and break down her defenses.

She didn't respond, but her body tensed slightly as I drew closer, my nose nearly touching the skin of her asshole. An unexpected fragrance hit me; a sweet, almost good aroma, smelling of shit and stinky.

Friends, I don't knnow why I was obssessed with Priya's smelly and stinky asshole. I am a disgusting person, a good pervert and Arjun Sir is the one who taught me this habit and I like it. 

It was a blend of sweetness and a subtle, almost holy fragrance. It was the scent of a woman's asshole natural, purely natural smell.


As I said earlier, Arjun Sir is my role model in regards of teaching me ways to pleasure a woman, or in this case, a girl like Priya. He always told me that never leave the asshole of a girl not used.

"If you don't lick, smell and fuck a woman's asshole, then you are not a real man", I heard him once tell me.






"It smells divine, Priya, the smell of your shit and sweat is really turning me on" I murmured, ignoring her protest. My words were meant to be reassuring, meant to calm her down. 

"EEewwww stop this dirty thing you are doing, Rajeev", she said.

I inhaled deeply, very deeply making sure that I smell all that shitty smell of her asshole. Friends, I used to think that ass smelling was disgusting. But now, after smelling Priya's asshole, I became addicted to her asshole.

The shitty smell of Priya's stinky asshole was something that I could not live without.

"Priya, even if you don't wash  your asshole, I will still wash it for you with my tongue", I said as she continued being disgusted.

Just the same way Arjun Sir was addicted to Jaya' asshole. And maybe now, since Arjun Sir is in the sitting room getting to know my mom, who knows? Maybe my mom will experience the same thing that happened to Jaya.

I am sure Arjun Sir, if he manages to persuade my mom, then he will surely turn her into a completely different woman, even different from what Sir Suresh turned my mom into. But I will wait to see. 





I pressed my nose closer to her asshole, my fingers gently spreading her buttocks apart despite her shy resistance. She twisted and turned, her muffled protests a mixture of embarrassment, shock, and a hint of suppressed excitement.

Friends, when you smell a girl's asshole for the first time, I am very sure she will feel embarrassed. Girls don't want men to smell their asshole because they know their assholes stinks of shit which is natural smell.

So they will feel embarrassed if you tell them you want to smell and lick their asshole.

But for me, the smell of Priya's shitty ands stinky asshole, although her asshole was clean, was making me go crazy. 

Friends, I don't honestly know why I am beginning to love the smell of Priya's fragrance of her shitty asshole mixed with sweat.

I think the sweat between her asshole came from the fact that she was earlier dancing for me so it explains why she was sweating even between her buttocks up to her asshole. OOhh this is so good!

I told myself, "Rahul, consider your girlfriend mine. You will never get to see Priya again. You bastard. I hate you Rahul. Your girlfriend Priya is now mine, and now I am licking and smelling her shitty asshole and it smells good."

"Rahul, you idiot, you never smelled Priya's asshole because you were afraid of the smell of shit. You fucking bitch Rahul, I hope you never come back from your grandpa's home, you fucking bitch"


"Priya, your asshole It smells… like a good shit," I murmured, my voice laced with a hint of amusement, a hint of a deeper, darker purpose behind my words. 

She buried her face in the pillow, her body trembling being embarrassed that someone is licking the most secret hole of a girl. She was clearly struggling with the conflicting emotions running through her.


"Stop squeezing your cheeks together," I told her, my voice a low purr. "I'm not getting a good enough smell. I need to fully appreciate the complexity of this smell of your asshole Priya." 

My words were deliberate, calculated to unsettle her further. I started to lick her asshole now after smelling it.

"No…" she whimpered, her voice muffled. "Please… stop… this is… this is completely inappropriate. Don't lick eeewww!!!  I’m feeling embarrassed, why are you doing this dirty thing Rajeev. This is just… this is not right."

"Let me try something else," I said, my voice low and suggestive. "May I… insert a finger?"

"No! No, please! don't' insert it in my asshole" she cried, her body tensing, trying to push herself away from me. 

"Rahul… Rahul has never… even done that. It's… it's unthinkable." Her words were laced with both fear and a hint of barely concealed curiosity.

Ignoring her desperate pleas, I spitted on my middle finger, then spitted on her asshole, then I slipped the finger into her asshole. She almost screamed, a stifled cry caught in her throat.

"Aaahhhh Rajeeeeeevvvv!!! Sttooppp NOOOOOOO! OUCCHH OUCCCHH HEEEY! THAT'S ENOUGH!! AAAAAAAAHH"

"Shhh," I whispered, my finger pressing deeper. 

"If you shout, Arjun Sir and my mother will hear us. We don't want to attract any unwanted attention, do we?" My words were a mixture of threat and persuasion.

The fear in her eyes replaced her protest. She clamped her mouth shut, stifling another cry. Her body tensed. She was clearly conflicted, pulled between fear and an unexpected sense of curiosity.

I could feel her asshole tightening around my middle finger. Was she actually liking it? "Priya, why are you tightening your asshole around my finger?", I asked her.





"Rajeev,...aaahh... please I can't control myself...please", she said with her moaning voice which was so  nice to hear.

I started pushing my finger in deeper in her asshole. "So tight…do you want to go to the toilet to shit Priya, if sounds like you want to shit" I whispered, my voice barely audible above her muffled whimpers.

"It… it hurts…stop there please" she breathed, her legs tensing, then hitting the bed. 

I could feel her body trembling, a mixture of pain and pleasure. 

This was undoubtedly her first time experiencing this kind of intimate fingering of her asshole. Not even that donkey Rahul had gone this far. The vulnerability in her response was both thrilling and unsettling.


Then something fantastic happened. As I continued fingering her asshole, Priya, overwhelmed by embarrassment, let out a loud fart, the unexpected gust of air hitting me square in the face.

The sound of her stinky fart was like, PPPPPRRRRRRR FFFFFTTTT FFFTT BBBRR BBBB PPPRRRRRR!

Ooh this sound of her farts made my dick rise and become extra hard instantly.

"Oh my god," she whispered, her face buried in the pillow, her body trembling with mortification. "I'm so sorry! I'm so incredibly embarrassed. I… I couldn't help it. It just… happened."

"It just… completely escaped me. It is an accident, Rajeev, sorry, I swear I didn't mean to. It was completely involuntary. Oh, this is just awful."


It's alright, calm down Priya, I knew you would fart" I said,  "It actually smells… interesting, the stinky smell of your fart is so glorious. Fart for me more baby, i want to smell more of your farts", 

I said as i continued fingering her asshole.


"YOu are disgusting Rajeev, where did you learn this behavior from, aaahaahh Rajeev, please remove your finger, aahah it hurts", she cried.

"It's okay," I murmured, my voice encouraging. "Let it happen. Just… let go… let yourself feel… let yourself experience. Loosen up you r asshole. Priya you know that I am preparing you so that in this coming weeks, I will fuck your asshole right?"

She was shocked, "What?? I will not allow it, aahh stop this, once and for all"






I withdrew my finger from her asshole, it came out with a sound like, "fffwwwwicchhh!"

"Can I… smell it?" I asked Priya

"No! Please, don't! That's disgusting!" she protested. "It’s… it’s just wrong on so many levels. I… I can’t even begin to express how deeply inappropriate this feels."

"Oh, but I must, I will teach you how disgusting it really feels good" I replied, ignoring her protest. I held her face, forcing her to watch as I licked my finger which came from her ass.




Friends, my finger which was in Priya's asshole really smelt like shit, stinky shit. But there was no shit on my finger. It was just the inner hole of her asshole that was stinking very nicely like shit. 

OOh this smell of Priya's asshole is so good. Oohhhh yesssss. Fuck you Rahul. I am smelling your girlfriend's shitty asshole and I'm about to lick it.







"Mmm," I purred, savoring the taste. "So… incredibly… good. The  shitty scent… the taste… the texture… it's all incredibly captivating. It's a truly unique experience. I love your asshole Priya" 

My words were a blend of taunting and fascination.

She struggled to pull away, her face contorted with disgust. "You’re disgusting! Stop holding my head" she cried out. "You’re a dirty, filthy, dirty, lowlife pervert! Get away from me!", she said.

Priya was clearly angry with my filthy behavior which I learnt from her father, Arjun Sir who is with my mom in the sitting room, not knowing what they are doing and they are not aware what me and Priya are doing.



"You are absolutely dirty Rajeev! This is so wrong, so incredibly wrong on every level!" 

She was trying hard to push me away, her words laced with intense disgust.

"Nothing is disgusting," I said, my voice low and confident. "Your asshole smell… your taste… it's intoxicating. That asshole, mixed with your natural scent… it’s utterly captivating." 


"You're a creep!" she spat, her voice filled with disgust. "A dirty, rotten, lowlife, despicable, dirty creep! You’re making me feel sick! I'm so ashamed! Get away from me, you disgusting boy!" 


ME: "At least I'm more adventurous than your fucking and donkey boyfriend Rahul."

PRIYA: "Rahul would never do something this disgusting! He respects me, he wouldn't dare do me like this! This is utterly disgusting!"

ME: "Oh, honey, you wound me. I'm merely exploring the hidden holes you hide from me, something your stupid Rahul clearly hasn't dared to touch. I hate him."

PRIYA: "How can you talk like this to your best friend, who helped you. Rahul has been a very good friend and this is how you repay him? By seducing his girlfriend? You're a pig! A crude, disgusting pig! Get away from me! "

ME: "Yes, you are right, and I don't want him near you. I am jealous, darling. Let go of your inhibitions. It feels good, doesn't it? I don't care about Rahul and his stupid head. I only care about you and I feel jealous of him that he has you"

PRIYA: "No! It's wrong, it's vile, it's... unnatural!"

ME: "Don't be such a prude. You're enjoying this, admit it. If you didn't like it, then why did you fart on my face?"

PRIYA: "I hate you! I hate you so much!"

ME: "Say my name while you scream."

PRIYA: "Never!"



I held her head, I now wanted her to give me blowjob. Her head was still buried in the pillow, her body tense with a mixture of anger and suppressed arousal. 

I grasped her hair, pulling her face upwards, forcing her to meet my trouser which I didn't open yet because I wanted her to open and remove my cock. 

Her eyes blazed with anger, but her body remained strangely still, almost as if paralyzed by a mixture of fear and reluctant anticipation. “I want you to—" I began, my voice low and urgent, but my words were cut short.

My mother’s voice, I heard from the sitting room. “Rajeev! It’s time to go home!” The interruption shattered the spell, injecting a dose of unwelcome reality into the heated moment.

Priya froze. Her eyes widened in stark terror, and with a sudden, violent movement, she wrenched her head from my grasp and scrambled off the bed. She fled towards the bathroom, her movements frantic, her escape a desperate dash for freedom.

She thought that my mom is coming to her bedroom.

I quickly fastened my trousers, my frustration simmering. The abrupt interruption was infuriating, I wanted Priya to give me blowjob. 

"I'm not done with you, Priya," I muttered under my breath, my voice low and dangerous. "I'll be back. Very soon."  I said 

The words were a promise, Then I ran out of the bedroom, my irritation evident, answering my mother’s call with a curt, "I'm coming mom, ok ok ok! Relax"


I reached the sitting room and I found my mom and Arjun Sir............................

[nadia]

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yes it must include